This Sexy Little Freak Is on the Menu

Sexy Little Freak Invitation for One

Just ask, and everyone around will tell you I am one sexy little freak. There has always been something so exciting about pushing past what’s comfortable. Learning new limits for my body and my mind. Most men think that they have their own unique way of making a girl feel special. I have looked and looked for a special something extra to really break me in, if you know what I mean. Until I met Clint, and he gave me a dinner invitation on an evening to a very sexy event.

The invitation itself was out of the ordinary. Miss Bella, the sexy little freak, is invited to dinner. The invitation was for one guest alone; looks like I won’t be bringing a date this time.  As I read on, it also said to shower directly before arrival and instructed me on the evening’s attire, and I was to wear a black silk robe and nothing else. This definitely sounds like the perfect party for a sexy little freak like me.

Sexy Has Arrived.

As the party was about to start, I showered, cleaning every last inch of my beautiful naked body. Then I slipped into my little sexy black silk robe, letting my hair lie flat at my back. I knock at the door.  I am greeted by another woman wearing her own black silk robe. Next, she took a step out, lifted her hands to my face, and placed a black silk scarf covering my eyes.  She took my hand and told me to follow her. I obeyed.  I grabbed her soft, sexy hand in mine and made my way into the party.

While we walked, I could hear low voices conversing. In the meantime, my body tingled with excitement. The blindfold had been a nice touch. I could tell not everyone had to wear them, as I heard men commenting on my sexy little freak body as I passed. My guide stopped walking, so I stopped as well. She told me to relax and that I would feel my hands start to prepare me in just a few minutes. “Prepare me” are the words she used. I am sitting there thinking how odd that statement is. What more preparation could this sexy little freak need to be ready to eat?

Sexy Little Freak Rotisserie

I heard Clint’s low, deep voice just as I felt hands upon my body. “Hello. Bella, my sexy little freak Bella. You look delicious tonight, my submissive little angel,” he said. I opened my mouth to speak, and as I parted my lip,s I felt a small ball press at the opening of my mouth and fasten behind my neck.  In other words, I guess I would not be talking much this evening. My heart raced, and I wondered just how I was to eat like this as well.

Someone removed my robe, and I stood there naked. I felt the familiar feeling of rope begin to wrap here and there around the parts of my sexy little freak body. My wrists and my ankles knew this feeling well. Then a thicker rope wrapped around my waist.  Meanwhile, a hand grabbed and parted my legs. The rope’s thickness wrapped around each thigh. All at once, I am in the air and stretching out in all directions. My blindfold is ripped away. There I lay, suspended and stretched, hovering over a large wooden table. As men surrounded me, I heard Clint’s voice announce, “Dinner is served”.