MIKO Pt II

As we headed down to street level, I couldn’t help but think about Miko’s boy lying bound and motionless on her cold hardwood floor.

“Do you think it’s safe to leave someone tied alone in such a predicament for so long?” I asked.
“Hell no,” she said, “But we’re not going to be long. We’ll get something from the deli downstairs and bring it right back up,”

Relieved to hear the news, I began to breathe a little easier. I had visions of leaving the boy for hours and being an accessory to murder.

“Trust me,” she said. “He is enjoying himself immensely up there all alone. And the best part is… it will show!

After a quick stop for some take out soup, we returned to the darkened apartment. Miko hit a switch that turned on a blinding bank of photography spots. They warmed the room instantly with their power, yanking the boy out the relative safety of darkness and thrusting him into total exposure.

“Ahh lookie,” said Miko in a deep playful way.

She crouched down and wrapped her hand around the boy’s fat and fully erect cock.
“I see you didn’t miss us, did you? You liked being alone. You like Mistress Miko keeping you hidden a way all for herself,” she taunted.

If the victim could have moved a muscle I’m sure he would have nodded yes, but only an undecipherable sound came from the knotted ball.

Miko picked up her camera, and began to make some adjustments. Without raising her eyes from the task at hand she said, “You know boy, I AM going to keep you here forever. You’re never going to leave this room. I will keep you here naked and tied up as my plaything 24 hours a day.”

The boy’s breathing became noticeably deeper and faster. The cock, once simply standing at attention now indeed looked like Manhattan granite… whatever that is.

Miko brought the camera to her face and started clicking away and moving around the room.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you boy? Being mine forever?”

Miko walked about the room commandingly, shutter clicking, flashing devilish smiles my way. She was doing what any good photographer does… engaging her subject. Taking him where SHE wanted him to be.

Miko paused for a moment and did something unexpected. She picked up the boy’s jeans and shirt which had been laying across a high back chair nearby and began rifling through the pockets. She took out a wallet, a cell phone and some folded cash.

Once she was done examining the clothes she crossed the room and tossed the bundled up shirt and pants into what appeared to be a dormant fire place. I thought this was a cute bluff.
With the flip of a nearby switch, the fireplace started to click and then was enveloped by a huge whoosh of flames. The boy’s clothes caught fire and were incinerated in a matter of minutes.
“You thought I was fucking with your head boy, didn’t you?”

With that, Miko opened the boy’s wallet, haphazardly started pulling out the contents and throwing it on the floor. Credit cards, cash, ID cards and photo’s went sliding in every direction and were strewn about the room.

“You are going to LOVE your new life!” she exclaimed loudly.

She crouched near the boy and fixed her gaze upon on the Manhattan granite. It was now a lovely shade of blue with a shiny dew drop dangling off the tip.

Miko turned to me and silently mouthed the words ‘Watch this!’

She grabbed the boys balls and began to squeeze. He tried to twist and squirm, but nothing about Miko’s expert shibari tie allowed for movement.

She began to tug harder on his sack.

“These are mine now boy. All mine,” she said threateningly.

She reached for the boy’s cell phone which was still lying on the floor and flipped it open. And with the boys balls in one hand and his cellphone in the other she said in a mean, sing-song voice, “Let’s call your wife. I will introduce myself and tell her you are not coming home. Then I’ll send her a few of these photos. Let her see how happy you are.”

Like a caterpillar wriggling in a chrysalis, the boy began to writhe and emitting the most blood curdling sound. Miko did a cute little hop out of the way, knowing what would happen next.
The Manhattan granite started shooting thick molten cum in every direction. The bundled boy bucked and shuddered as his seed landed on his photos and credit cards strewn about the floor. Miko never even touched his cock, but she held his ball sack firm.

After the eruption of the Manhattan granite subsided, Miko said matter-of-factly, “You’re gonna clean up this entire fucking mess boy. Hell knows I’m not going to touch it.”

Of course Miko knew the right 3 or 4 knots to undo that quickly transitioned the boy from ‘a taught motionless boy’, to simply ‘a helplessly bound boy’

She rose from her crouching position and walked gingerly in my direction across the goopy disaster on the floor.

Miko flipped her hair back while wiping her hands on a paper towel and asked, “You have great cheekbones. You should model for me.”

To be continued…