The sudden and seemingly unaided movement of the wrist cuffs caught me by surprise as I stiffened my whole body. My arms were being pulled and my whole body was stretching out.

This gave the Doctor exactly the break he needed and he easily secured my other leg in the other stirrup. Almost immediately, I felt them being forced apart by another unaided mechanism. Oh God, when will it stop? I wondered as I was spread wide open, nearly to a side split position before I was given the relief of the stirrups stopping. Not that much relief was felt, my legs were taut and I was uncomfortably stretched in all directions.

I fractically shook my head from side to side, silently praying that the cover would come off and I could see what was happening. Being without my sight was causing too many surprises and was really toying with my emotions. As I came to that realization I also realized that it was exactly what all of this was intended to do.

My thoughts blurred into one another as I took the time to think this
through.

At lightening speed, the same way the panic had set it, it receeded. I knew that I was supposed to be off balance. And therefore, I felt I had regained control of the situation. I immediately stopped struggling and lay waiting for whatever was coming. I can handle this, I told myself

I felt hands at my head and felt a pulling on my face and hair. Light started to seep in and I opened my eyes wide, eager for my sight to return. As the cover was fully removed, I had to squeeze my eyes back shut against the bright lights.

Very slowly, I opened them again, just the slightest amount, peeking through my long lashes, still wet with my earlier tears. Everything was blurry for a moment with the newness of the light and my swollen eyes. I took a moment to get used to the light again and then opened my eyes fully.

I could see the Doctor there, in my peripheral vision but could not make out enough of his face behind the surgery mask. Slowly my eyes moved up to my wrists and I saw now that they were held by chains attached to the cuffs and that the pulleys were obviously responsible for the movement of stretching them. I forced my eyes to glance downwards, taking in my body. They grazed over my flat stomach to the V between my outstretched legs. Embarrasment flushed my face as I got my first look at exactly how vulnerable I was in this position.

As my gaze ended at my toes, I lifted my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I was surprised to see that it was covered in mirrors and the sight of myself, splayed open and bound down on this table was arousing as hell! I stared at myself for a few moments, taking it all in.

I looked back at the walls around me to notice they were covered in mirrors...not ordinary mirrors, I knew. They were one-sided glass to be sure.

I stared at the mirror-window between my legs, hard. Trying to make out if anyone was behind it but I could not see thing. A deep, guttural moan escaped my throat as I envisioned men standing behind that window, staring at my pussy and my body, opened for their viewing pleasure.

A hot streak of desire exploded in my stomach and ran through my body, ending by pooling itself between my legs. My pussy spasmed and I moaned again at the feeling. Breathing heavily, I licked my lips slowly and continued to stare at the unknown admirer that I was sure was on the other side of that glass.