The girl in the window

Julie closed her eyes, reaching another climax. She could only suppress the scream, a mixture of satisfaction and despair, that threatened to burst from her throat. She thought perhaps this bondage game had gone too far. Looking out at the night view, she couldn't help but groan through her mouth, which was stuffed with a dildo.
"Damn it," she thought, "he's really messed with me this time!"
Indeed, Mark had truly messed with Julie this time.
It was a variation on the "voluntary" bondage game, something they had learned from the bishop's (Note 1) work published by Rainbow Publishing (Note 2). The "voluntary" bondage game was about getting the victim to automatically accept the bondage to avoid further torture or a worse situation.
For example, voluntarily biting down on the dildo stuffed in the mouth, because it was attached to clamps that held the nipples together; if it fell, it would hang in front of the chest—painfully—pulling at the clamped nipples. Thus, the victim "voluntarily" had her mouth gagged to avoid greater pain. Or she might "voluntarily" stand on tiptoe, preventing the rest of her body from touching the ground, otherwise she would step on a button that would send an electric current through her body, torturing sensitive areas.
Tonight, Julie had voluntarily let the dildo into her mouth, but Mark had made some changes to the script he had designed, changes that, generally, were to avoid greater pain, to the situation the volunteer was forced to endure.
Yes, tonight's game was a little different.
Julie groaned again. She wanted to scream, but that would mean more trouble. But she still wanted to scream. She had every reason to scream.
Julie lived in a trendy, crowded area of Manhattan. She lived in an apartment building facing a vast apartment complex. The view from the large floor-to-ceiling windows was excellent. And now, the city was shimmering before her eyes in the night. Of course, the shimmering city could also see into her room, so she had to be mindful of her actions.
Like most city dwellers, Julie understood that a good view was two-way. Living in a room filled with glass windows was like living in a goldfish bowl.
She owned a pair of binoculars, and undoubtedly, there was another pair behind every one of the hundreds of windows facing her. It was the best pastime on dull, boring evenings—rotating the binoculars to see what others were doing.
Over the years, she had witnessed all sorts of performances: fights, parties, seduction, some very passionate lovemaking, so intense they forgot to draw the curtains.
Similarly, she knew she must have occasionally put on a show for others. Sometimes, unclothed, with the lights on and the curtains open, she had no choice but to let her beautiful, proud, sexy body appear naked before the window.
Sometimes, under the influence of alcohol, or perhaps just feeling mischievous, she would even touch herself to music, sway her body, and slowly undress—performing a short striptease.
What did it matter?!
Give them a little thrill, she thought.
Anyway, nobody knew who she was.
"Give them a thrill." The phrase echoed in her mind, gripping her.
It was the essence of her current situation, absolutely.
The whole game was designed to give anyone who might be looking out her window, or anyone pointing binoculars at her bedroom, a thrill.
A craving, a clinging, unforgettable thrill!
Julie was completely naked except for her thigh-high black stockings, the stockings intended only to make her look sexier—if she could be any sexier.
Her long blonde hair, now hanging straight down to her waist, swayed back and forth—at first glance, it looked like a beautiful mane.
Her limbs were spread wide, her wrists and ankles tightly bound to the four posts of her upright antique bed. The bed had been dragged a step or two from the window, so she was facing it directly.
Two spotlights, still off, were pointed at her beautiful body.
As long as she didn't let the large dildo fall out of her mouth, they wouldn't be opened.
The dildo was made of heavy, smooth metal, making it difficult for her to keep it in her mouth for long. Her saliva made it even more slippery, and her teeth couldn't hold it tightly. The only way was to keep sucking to keep it in her mouth.
It would have been easier if she could lift her head slightly, but a thin rope that wrapped around her forehead, then split off and tightly bound her nipples forced her to keep her head down.
In her lower body, a leather strap secured a buzzing, constantly pulsating electric dildo to her vagina.
Since Mark left her, she had experienced two orgasms in an hour—far more intense than the two orgasms she had experienced during their previous lovemaking.
She slowly writhed her plump, white buttocks, succumbing to the continuous stimulation.
She lifted her head and sucked hard on the metal phallus, keeping it in her mouth, groaning as the rope tugged at the clamps on her nipples.
She longed to let the phallus fall, to be free from its weight!
Julie knew she would eventually let it fall. In this battle, she would ultimately be defeated.
Too tired, the heavy metal rod would slip from her lips; or she would scream with unbearable passion during any orgasm!
The other end of the metal rod was connected to a simple chain-like switch. The chain led to the ceiling, controlling two bright spotlights, shining down on her naked body.
Her situation was clear. Release the metal phallus, and it would fall to the floor, violently pulling the chain. Do that, bingo, and the lights would turn on! In the most fashionable part of New York City, all the prying eyes behind the thousands of windows could clearly see Julie—shamelessly bound. Shamelessly aroused, reaching orgasm in front of everyone while bound!
It was ten o'clock.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold on. Saliva was dripping incessantly from around the metal dildo stuffed in her mouth.
Once again, it was about to fall out.
She decided to lift her head only at the last second and suck hard on the metal dildo—mainly because of the torment of her stretched and throbbing nipples.
Sweat glistened on her bare skin. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead and landed in her eye. She shook her head to shake it off and pulled on the clamps on her nipples again, letting out a groan.
She looked out at the city, the skyscrapers, the twinkling lights. She saw that most of the rooms were occupied.
She was waiting for dawn.
Mark said he would be back before dawn, to rescue her before the rising sun revealed her predicament to everyone. They both knew she was unlikely to hold on until then, but it gave her at least a glimmer of hope.
She managed to wiggle her toes again—they barely touched the floor, easing the strain on her arms and allowing her to endure being bound in a spread-eagle position.
She saw someone pointing in her direction from the apartment across the street. Although the two spotlights were still off, she worried if there was enough light for the person on the other side to see her.
Was there enough moonlight outside?
She saw a small group of people gathered across the street and suddenly realized they had a telescope.
"Oh God!" she thought, "They can see me!"
This thought immediately sent Julie into another frenzy; she violently pulled at the ropes binding her, writhing in agony and wildly swinging her hips.
If they could really see her, they would certainly be putting on a spectacular show.
As the climax subsided, she relaxed slightly, sinking deeper into her restraints, then immediately tensed up again at the feeling of the dildo about to slip from her mouth.
Julie knew it would hurt, but she had to forcefully lift her head. The clamps tugged hard at her swollen, sensitive nipples; she wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
At the last moment, she took the metal object into her mouth again. As she took it in as deeply as possible, she lowered her head slightly. Her nipples felt like they were on fire.
The crowd opposite was still gathered near the binoculars.
Could they see?
She had no way of knowing.
Then, she saw one of them clearly, and her heart almost froze.
It was Mark!
Wearing a patterned coat, a white pullover sweater, and sporting a beard—it really was Mark!
Julie watched in astonishment and fear as he left the crowd and went into the room next door. She saw him sit down on a bed and start making a phone call. The phone rang, and her answering machine automatically connected. After a long ring, she heard Mark's voice.
"Hello, my sexy darling. Everyone here is speculating whether there really is a naked girl across the street. There's a little light there, enough to vaguely make out an outline, but nothing clear. It's become the focus of our little gathering. By the way, almost everyone's asked about you. I assured them, darling, you'd be there before the end of the night, and you're currently 'stuck' with preparations for your appearance! Goodbye."
He hung up the phone and stood in front of the window, waving to her.
The others were still gathered around the binoculars, and she could now feel their burning gazes fixed directly on her naked body.
Julie closed her eyes, reaching another climax. She could only suppress the scream, filled with a mixture of satisfaction and despair, that was about to burst from her throat.

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