**Room with a VIew is a D/s themed erotic tale depicting themes of sexual voyeurism and exhibitionism. Enjoy at your own risk.
“Strip. Everything,” he said with an accompanying snap as I entered the condo. Removing my stilettos, I did as he asked, then sank to my knees.
“Tonight, we’re going to try something new,” he continued, walking toward me. I noticed the spreader bar in his hand, as well as two sets of cuffs and a vibrating dildo. Interesting.
“Come, follow me.”
I trailed after him into the living area on hands and knees — he cuffed my wrists, then ankles. Once secure, he led me to a window where he helped me step up onto the seating area and attached the spreader bar at my feet.
The blinds were closed, diffusing the outside light, but also shielding me from the outside world, thankfully.
Finished with the bar, he attached my wrists to eyelets in the ceiling. He took an appreciative glance at me, opened to his gaze and nimble fingers, a perfect starfish, spread out before him. I heard the hum of the vibrator before it pressed against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Hearing my breath hitch, he knew he’d found the right spot, and he quickly moved it away.
Slowly and painstakingly, the vibrator was moved in circles, up and down, between my moist folds and back to my button. His teasing was agonizing, not just the slow pace, but also that he didn’t press the right areas. It was enough to keep me aroused, but not enough to get me off.
Keeping the vibrator on my most sensitive spot, he stepped up behind me, palming my breasts and tugging my nipples. He continued his sensual torture until I was moaning, my head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. As if waiting for this sign, he split my sensitive flesh with one hand, the other pressing the vibrator inside until it disappeared from his grasp. He stepped back, letting me feel the absence of his body heat and attention.
“This vibrator is remote controlled. You will keep it inside until I say it can come out. That may be all night or only five minutes. That depends on you. Although I do hope it takes all night.
“The rules are easy. I am going to open the blinds, and you are going to tell me what you see. I want to know what’s happening out there, while we’re so happily occupied in here. If you do a good job, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, the vibrator stays in and we continue until I’m satisfied.
“Also, if the vibrator falls out of your glorious cunt, I will punish you. Got it?”
I thought about everything he had said. It seemed this would be quite easy. I could tell him what I saw, I thought. And just as I finished that thought, the vibrations increased, the tiny motor stroking my insides. I took a deep breath, my response sounding as shaky as I suddenly felt.
“Yes, Sir.”
He flicked a switch on the wall, and the blinds opened. At first, I could only see a sliver of the world outside, but as the gap increased, more was revealed. The condo faced an extensive park, but there was another building next door. If anyone was to look out their window, they would easily see me, restrained for his use, my body on display. I felt a fresh surge of arousal, emphasized by a release of moisture that coated my thighs.
“Okay, what’s out there?”
“Sir, I see another building across the way. All the windows coverings are closed, the sun setting on them. On the ground…” the vibrations increased, the hum now audible, even through my flesh. My breath hitched at the added stimulation, and I let out a groan that turned into a moan.
“No coming,” he reminded me with a tsk. “Continue.”
“On the ground is a man walking his dog. It looks to be a schnauzer. Ohhhhhhh! Across the street from him is a lady walking in heels. She must not have a lot of practice, Sir, as she keeps having to readjust her pace. Behind her…mmmmmmmm.” My eyes closed. The vibrations were a constant reminder now. The longer the dildo trembled inside me, the more intense it became.
I was worried I was going to come, so I pushed my internal muscles out, just a bit, but then stopped as I felt the vibrator escaping my cunt’s grasp. Clenching my insides, I tried to pull it back in, but it kept moving with the pull of gravity. In an attempt to ignore it, I continued looking out the window, my telling coming faster with each word.
“The woman, behind her is a teen on a bike. He looks like he’s listening to music of some sort, his head keeps bouncing.”
The end of the vibrator was outside of me now. I could tell by the change in the hum that it was no longer completely buried. He noticed too, and turned the vibrations up once more. A long hiss escaped from between my lips.
“If that vibrator falls out, the next one won’t be as fun.” The threat had the desired effect. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled, and the vibrator slipped from my pussy’s feeble grasp, making a loud thud as it collided with the floor.
Without a word, he pressed a bigger toy to my entrance. Twice the size of the last one, it was harder to get in, but that hopefully meant it was also harder to fall out. He worked it inside me, not helping with my arousal at all. I could hear my juices coating the dildo as he pummeled it into me. Once finally seated where he wanted it, he stepped back.
“The next one is twice the size of this one. As much as I would like to stuff it inside you and watch you beg me to let you come, I don’t think you can take it, so be a good girl and keep this one in. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said shamefully, before squaring my shoulders. “Across the way, a man is standing in his window. His hands are on the glass. His shirt is off. I think he sees me, Sir.”
“What makes you think that?”
“His hand has just sunk inside his pants and he’s looking right at me. I think he’s masturbating. Oh, my god!” I chuckled.
“Let’s give him something to get off to then, shall we?”
Before I could reply, he was behind me, his hand pulling the vibrator out to push it back in. The thickness of this toy was so intense, but so good, filling all the right places and rubbing that sweet spot deep inside that’s so hard to find.
“Keep your eyes on him. I want to know what he’s doing. Is he enjoying the show?” He asks me, before thrusting the dildo deeper and pulling it out once more.
“Yes, Sir, he’s pushed his pants down and spread his legs. His strokes are long, and I can see the tension building on his face. His hand is moving faster with each stroke. Ohhhhhh.”
Sir was moving the toy in and out of me with haste. The sounds of it entering me echoed off the walls, and I let out a loud moan. The sight of this stranger getting off — to me being bound and fucked with a dildo — was a powerful aphrodisiac, too powerful.
“Do you enjoy watching him watch you? Do you like knowing that he’s stroking his cock as he watches me fuck you with this dildo?”
“Yes, Sir, yes!” I replied, not sure whether I was talking about his question or the decadent act he was performing on me.
I watched the man across the way, how his legs spread to give him a stronger stance. How his one hand rested against the glass like he couldn’t take it all in and remain standing. How his eyes were narrowed in on my center, watching the dildo be thrust inside me, again and again.
A sheen of sweat had layered my body. I was trying my best not to come, but Sir’s delicious ministrations combined with knowing that a stranger was watching us and pleasuring himself was making it difficult not to give in. The erotic interloper had his knees bent, his hips thrusting into his hand.
“I think he’s waiting for you to come before he gives in to his desires. Should we help him, or tease him just a bit longer?”
“Help him, please, help him, Sir!”
I knew he knew I was begging for my own release, but I didn’t care.
He removed the vibrator with a flourish, before pressing it back in one fell swoop, the delectable stretching pain pushing me higher. It was taking everything inside me not to come. I just needed to hear him say it, give the order.
He continued his torture for what seemed like hours but was likely only seconds. His other hand came around and pinched my clit between thumb and forefinger. “Come,” he said huskily in my ear, and I did.
The scream that tore from my throat was almost primal. My hips bucked and gyrated against his hand as my eyes lost focus. My vision had stars forming around the outside edges. I came down from my high and noticed that the voyeur had left his post, but left in his place were thick, white strands coating his window.
The spreader bar and cuffs were removed and as I was being lifted down from my perch, the viewer across the way returned with a towel in hand. I laughed openly at the sight of him coming back to clean up his mess. He looked at us through the window and then directly at Sir. Angling his hand to his eyebrow; he brought it back down in a salute before walking away.
