A story
Her Gift-Part 1
She struggled until she felt the bar press in, heard the click and then relaxed back.
She was bound, wrists and ankles held by leather cuffs, locked closed, long legs open, her smooth pussy open to the world, arms outstretched. She had thought of this, this offering, earlier that week. She wanted to show him that she would submit to him, be owned by him, and so, this plan was concocted.
The management had let her into his apartment, she playing the girlfriend, trading on the knowledge that several of the managers had seen her. They let her in and she went immediately to the bedroom, preparing. She looked for the locks, finding all five of them and finding the keys as well. She looked for the collar he had bought her, placing it around her neck, first thing, and locking it closed. She stripped then, quickly, tucking her clothes away, her newly shaved pussy becoming damp, wet, as she performed these acts, her mind falling into submission.
She cuffed ankles and wrists, embracing them with the leather. Her body shivered a bit when she felt the cuffs. This was new to her, and part of their problem. She had been so scared, so troubled by bondage, she could not stand the leather on her skin. Now, she took it, the therapy, the training, the time spent learning holding her in good stead as she snapped the locks closed on the ankle cuffs, on the wrist cuffs.
She looked the bed over, finding his attachments, snap clips on strapping, tied to the feet of the bed. She sat on the bed, snapping a clip to each of the ankle cuffs, her legs spread wide, pussy getting wetter.
She gagged herself with the ballgag. She disliked gags, and to tell the truth so did he, but she could not blindfold herself, and figured he would prefer yet another showing of submission, so she gagged herself.
Finally, the last part to do, setting the one snap clip just so, and then attaching one of the wrist cuffs to the other. She then concentrated, working on the snap clip and the cuff, trying to attach the cuff to the snap clip without dislodging the clip and having to detach her other wrist. She moved, and then, there, she heard the click, felt the resistance on the cuff and lay back.
Her nipples were hard, body outstretched, pussy wet, and mind needy. She had no idea what she’d do if he rejected this offering of hers, but she did know what she wanted, to be his slave.
She waited.
She heard him come into the apartment.
She watched him come into the bedroom.
He saw her laying there.
She struggled until she felt the bar press in, heard the click and then relaxed back.
She was bound, wrists and ankles held by leather cuffs, locked closed, long legs open, her smooth pussy open to the world, arms outstretched. She had thought of this, this offering, earlier that week. She wanted to show him that she would submit to him, be owned by him, and so, this plan was concocted.
The management had let her into his apartment, she playing the girlfriend, trading on the knowledge that several of the managers had seen her. They let her in and she went immediately to the bedroom, preparing. She looked for the locks, finding all five of them and finding the keys as well. She looked for the collar he had bought her, placing it around her neck, first thing, and locking it closed. She stripped then, quickly, tucking her clothes away, her newly shaved pussy becoming damp, wet, as she performed these acts, her mind falling into submission.
She cuffed ankles and wrists, embracing them with the leather. Her body shivered a bit when she felt the cuffs. This was new to her, and part of their problem. She had been so scared, so troubled by bondage, she could not stand the leather on her skin. Now, she took it, the therapy, the training, the time spent learning holding her in good stead as she snapped the locks closed on the ankle cuffs, on the wrist cuffs.
She looked the bed over, finding his attachments, snap clips on strapping, tied to the feet of the bed. She sat on the bed, snapping a clip to each of the ankle cuffs, her legs spread wide, pussy getting wetter.
She gagged herself with the ballgag. She disliked gags, and to tell the truth so did he, but she could not blindfold herself, and figured he would prefer yet another showing of submission, so she gagged herself.
Finally, the last part to do, setting the one snap clip just so, and then attaching one of the wrist cuffs to the other. She then concentrated, working on the snap clip and the cuff, trying to attach the cuff to the snap clip without dislodging the clip and having to detach her other wrist. She moved, and then, there, she heard the click, felt the resistance on the cuff and lay back.
Her nipples were hard, body outstretched, pussy wet, and mind needy. She had no idea what she’d do if he rejected this offering of hers, but she did know what she wanted, to be his slave.
She waited.
She heard him come into the apartment.
She watched him come into the bedroom.
He saw her laying there.