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She couldn’t move.
That wasn’t exactly true. With some effort, she could wiggle her wrists and ankles, but she had to be careful to stay balanced on her five-inch heels. She could also sway her hips from side to side. Her head was barely mobile. She could look either left or right, but lifting her head was impossible. She also couldn’t straighten up. She was bent over a well-padded sawhorse. Around her neck was a leather collar, which had a chain attached to it. The chain connected to an eyebolt in the concrete floor. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her. Her elbows were bound as well. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the sawhorse. The legs of the sawhorse had been set into the concrete floor.
She tried again to say something and failed. Her only sound was an unintelligible mmph. Her thong had been stuffed into her mouth. A ball gag had been placed in her mouth as well. An elastic bandage had been wrapped around her head at mouth level. The bandage had then been covered by several layers of pink duct tape.
She’d worked with him for years, but was completely taken aback when he asked her out for a drink. She liked him somewhat, but was sometimes put off by what she thought was a smug demeanor. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she accepted. She decided she wasn’t attracted to him and therefore decided that she did not have any intention of seeing him a second time, much less allowing him to kiss her goodnight or even give her a hug. She simply thought it might be nice to have a drink.
As the day of their date approached she realized she got off work a bit earlier that he did. She asked if he minded her leaving at her regular time and returning for their date. He asked, “are you going to change?”
“I thought I might.”
“A slinky dress, nylons, high heels?” His manner was nonchalant.
She was genuinely surprised by his request. “M-maybe,” she said, after trying to recover, “but only if you’re very good.” She tried to sound like she was in control of the situation, but should would have to admit she was a bit thrown.
“Cool. Five inch high heels and I don’t much care for pantyhose.” There was no demand in his voice, rather a hopefulness that bordered on naïveté.
“Sure, whatever,” she said, having regained a little of her cool.
As soon as she left work that day, she found herself looking for a garter belt and nylons. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, either. Did his manner underwhelm her into it? Or was she simply calling his bluff?
After he’d taken her to his place, he walked her downstairs to his basement play area. It really does exist, she thought. He showed her to the sawhorse, grabbed a rope, and grabbed her ankle. The doubled the rope, put the rope around her ankle and the sawhorse leg, and then passed the ends through the loop. He tightened the rope then wound it around her ankle a few times, then tied it off tightly. He proceeded to tie her other ankle, wrists, and elbows in similar fashion.
The day of their date finally arrived. They talked briefly that day, but he made little reference to that evening, other than saying he looked forward to seeing her later. The day passed and she left work and headed home. She still wasn’t sure if she was going to dress up for him or not. But she was sure that if she called his bluff, he’d be so surprised that he’d act like a stupid k** and thus give her an excuse not to go out with him again.
She got home and went straight to her closet. She pulled out a tight-fitting black dress, a black lacy bra, and a skimpy black thong. She also pulled out the garter belt and stockings. She undressed, put on the bra and thong, slinked into the garter belt, and slid on her stockings. When she put on the dress, she noticed it was tight enough that the garter bumps showed through the fabric. Good, she thought. He’ll be too surprised to stay calm. She then went to her shoe collection and pulled out a pair of five inch stiletto pumps. She chose earrings and a necklace, freshened her perfume, and took one last look in the mirror. Damn right I’m sexy.
A moment later she grabbed her purse, fished out her keys, and headed out. Once or twice she had a doubt about what she was doing, but she decided she would not be deterred. She drove to the bar, feeling sure he wouldn’t be able to handle her.
Next she felt her dress being push up. His hands lingered on her ass for what seemed like days. Finally the hem slid up to her waist. He snapped all four of her garters: snap, snap, snap, snap. He fondled her legs, even slipping his hands inside her stockings. He was close up against her and she could feel his erection.
He then stopped feeling her up and left the room for a moment. He returned making a noise that could only be the sound from a pair of scissors. Is he going to cut my bonds? Then he felt her thong being pulled down over her hips and ass, over the stocking tops, and down to her knees. Two quick snips and the thong was free.
He tossed the scissors aside, causing a metallic rattle as they bounced on the concrete floor. He walked around to her face and said, “Open your mouth, please.” She realized she had to do it, so she opened her mouth. He stuffed the cut thong into her mouth. He opened a drawer in a desk in the room and produced a red ball gag with a black leather strap. For a moment she thought it looked sexy until he shoved it into her mouth and quickly buckled it tightly. Her mouth was full. She tried to speak but the ball and the thong were too much to allow it. From the same drawer he pulled out an elastic bandage. He removed the metal fasteners and wound the bandage around her head, covering the ball gag. He moved meticulously, making sure the bandage did not interfere with her nostrils. It was a little hard to breathe, but she was able to do so. He put the metal clasps on.
“Just one more thing,” he said quietly, as he grabbed a roll of pink duct tape. “Pretty, isn’t it?” He proceeded to wrap the duct tape around the bandage. He used several layers to cover the bandage. By that time she felt like she would never be able to speak another word, ever. “I’m sorry, there is one other thing,” he added. From another drawer he retrieved a black leather collar that had a chain attached to it. He put the collar around her neck, and then pulled down on the chain, forcing her to bend over the sawhorse. When she was bent over to his liking, he attached a carabiner to one of the links in the chain. He then clicked the carabiner into the eyebolt in the floor in front of the sawhorse.
She parked her car and walked into the bar. He saw her, greeted her, and walked her back to the table at which he’d been sitting. They exchanged idle chit-chat, ordered drinks, and spent some time getting to know each other better. She decided he wasn’t quite as dull as she previously thought, but her mind was made up not to have a second date with him.
“You really look great,” he said, as he fidgeted with his beer glass. “I will admit I’m surprised you dressed up as I requested.”
“Well, truth is, I do like to look good for a date.”
“I appreciate that. Can I assume from the bumps on your thighs that you’re wearing stockings and a garter belt?”
Nothing escapes his notice, she thought. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Excellent.”
He opened another drawer in the desk and pulled out two small tubes. He walked behind her. Suddenly she felt a cold squidgy feeling on her anus. Lube, she thought. Then she felt the other tube go in – it was buzzing. A small vibrator. He turned up the intensity and left the room.
Some minutes later he walked in again. She would never have admitted it, but the vibe had turned her on. He stood behind her and reached between her legs to feel her pussy. “Nice,” he said, “I think you’re ready.” He stood in front of her and disrobed. She was surprised to see his cock was larger than she would have guessed it to be.
He walked behind her again. She felt the tip of his cock on her lips. Slowly he slid himself in. She didn’t want to admit it, but he felt good inside her. As he started thrusting, she found herself thrusting back as much as she could.
“So, do you know why I asked you to dress up?”
“Because all men like to see women dolled up?”
“Well, that’s part of it. Not everything, though.”
“Maybe you wanted to see if I’d actually take this silly dare?”
He reached his hands for her breasts. He pulled the neckline of her dress down below the cups of her bra. He pinched and twisted her nipples through the bra. Then, he pulled the cups of the bra down. He cupped both breasts as he started thrusting faster. As he sped up, he grabbed her hips as if he were throwing her pussy onto his cock.
“Well, yes, I was curious to see if you would dress up as I asked. But there’s another reason.”
“Oh, really?”
“I figure if you’re willing to dress up like this at my request, you might be a little bit submissive.”
“I am SO NOT submissive.”
“Did you own the stockings and garter belt already when I said I didn’t like pantyhose?”
“No.”
“Did you go out and buy them that same day?”
“Y-yes.” She realized he might have a point.
“See? Maybe not totally submissive, but submissive nonetheless.”
His cock was pounding into her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, being bound in such an awkward position and trying to keep her balance on such high heels. She did feel, however, that the approaching orgasm was going to be a big one. She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder, but it was pointless. He did start fucking her even harder, though, as if he could decipher her mmphs.
“You know what I like to do with submissive girls like you?”
“What?” She realized she’d admitted he was right a little too late.
“I like to…”
She had never been fucked this hard before. She prayed he would last until she came. Please hold out a little longer, she thought. I really want to cum. Her orgasm passed through her with hurricane force. She screamed her delight through the gag. She felt him trying to keep thrusting but suddenly his body went rigid and he shouted “Uhhh!” as he shot his load into her pussy. He thrusted a few more times and pulled out.
“…tie them up, gag them, and then fuck them within an inch of their lives.”
Oh please, she thought. This guy is nuts. Time to expose him as the gutless wonder he is. “Tell you what,” she said somewhat sarcastically, “take me to your place, and show me the play area that I bet doesn’t exist, and if you actually have the guts to start tying me up, you can do whatever you like to me.”
EPILOGUE
After he untied her, removed the collar and removed the gag, she admitted she wanted to be tied up and fucked like that again. He agreed to continue with her, but she would have to do exactly as he said regarding dress, and no more sarcasm or doubt on her part would be allowed. She agreed. From time to time, he would call her, specifying how she would dress for their next session. Occasionally it meant she had to go shopping, but she never refused. The anticipation of another call, another shopping trip, and another time bending over the sawhorse was a tremendous aphrodisiac.
That wasn’t exactly true. With some effort, she could wiggle her wrists and ankles, but she had to be careful to stay balanced on her five-inch heels. She could also sway her hips from side to side. Her head was barely mobile. She could look either left or right, but lifting her head was impossible. She also couldn’t straighten up. She was bent over a well-padded sawhorse. Around her neck was a leather collar, which had a chain attached to it. The chain connected to an eyebolt in the concrete floor. Her wrists were tied tightly behind her. Her elbows were bound as well. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the sawhorse. The legs of the sawhorse had been set into the concrete floor.
She tried again to say something and failed. Her only sound was an unintelligible mmph. Her thong had been stuffed into her mouth. A ball gag had been placed in her mouth as well. An elastic bandage had been wrapped around her head at mouth level. The bandage had then been covered by several layers of pink duct tape.
She’d worked with him for years, but was completely taken aback when he asked her out for a drink. She liked him somewhat, but was sometimes put off by what she thought was a smug demeanor. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she accepted. She decided she wasn’t attracted to him and therefore decided that she did not have any intention of seeing him a second time, much less allowing him to kiss her goodnight or even give her a hug. She simply thought it might be nice to have a drink.
As the day of their date approached she realized she got off work a bit earlier that he did. She asked if he minded her leaving at her regular time and returning for their date. He asked, “are you going to change?”
“I thought I might.”
“A slinky dress, nylons, high heels?” His manner was nonchalant.
She was genuinely surprised by his request. “M-maybe,” she said, after trying to recover, “but only if you’re very good.” She tried to sound like she was in control of the situation, but should would have to admit she was a bit thrown.
“Cool. Five inch high heels and I don’t much care for pantyhose.” There was no demand in his voice, rather a hopefulness that bordered on naïveté.
“Sure, whatever,” she said, having regained a little of her cool.
As soon as she left work that day, she found herself looking for a garter belt and nylons. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it, either. Did his manner underwhelm her into it? Or was she simply calling his bluff?
After he’d taken her to his place, he walked her downstairs to his basement play area. It really does exist, she thought. He showed her to the sawhorse, grabbed a rope, and grabbed her ankle. The doubled the rope, put the rope around her ankle and the sawhorse leg, and then passed the ends through the loop. He tightened the rope then wound it around her ankle a few times, then tied it off tightly. He proceeded to tie her other ankle, wrists, and elbows in similar fashion.
The day of their date finally arrived. They talked briefly that day, but he made little reference to that evening, other than saying he looked forward to seeing her later. The day passed and she left work and headed home. She still wasn’t sure if she was going to dress up for him or not. But she was sure that if she called his bluff, he’d be so surprised that he’d act like a stupid k** and thus give her an excuse not to go out with him again.
She got home and went straight to her closet. She pulled out a tight-fitting black dress, a black lacy bra, and a skimpy black thong. She also pulled out the garter belt and stockings. She undressed, put on the bra and thong, slinked into the garter belt, and slid on her stockings. When she put on the dress, she noticed it was tight enough that the garter bumps showed through the fabric. Good, she thought. He’ll be too surprised to stay calm. She then went to her shoe collection and pulled out a pair of five inch stiletto pumps. She chose earrings and a necklace, freshened her perfume, and took one last look in the mirror. Damn right I’m sexy.
A moment later she grabbed her purse, fished out her keys, and headed out. Once or twice she had a doubt about what she was doing, but she decided she would not be deterred. She drove to the bar, feeling sure he wouldn’t be able to handle her.
Next she felt her dress being push up. His hands lingered on her ass for what seemed like days. Finally the hem slid up to her waist. He snapped all four of her garters: snap, snap, snap, snap. He fondled her legs, even slipping his hands inside her stockings. He was close up against her and she could feel his erection.
He then stopped feeling her up and left the room for a moment. He returned making a noise that could only be the sound from a pair of scissors. Is he going to cut my bonds? Then he felt her thong being pulled down over her hips and ass, over the stocking tops, and down to her knees. Two quick snips and the thong was free.
He tossed the scissors aside, causing a metallic rattle as they bounced on the concrete floor. He walked around to her face and said, “Open your mouth, please.” She realized she had to do it, so she opened her mouth. He stuffed the cut thong into her mouth. He opened a drawer in a desk in the room and produced a red ball gag with a black leather strap. For a moment she thought it looked sexy until he shoved it into her mouth and quickly buckled it tightly. Her mouth was full. She tried to speak but the ball and the thong were too much to allow it. From the same drawer he pulled out an elastic bandage. He removed the metal fasteners and wound the bandage around her head, covering the ball gag. He moved meticulously, making sure the bandage did not interfere with her nostrils. It was a little hard to breathe, but she was able to do so. He put the metal clasps on.
“Just one more thing,” he said quietly, as he grabbed a roll of pink duct tape. “Pretty, isn’t it?” He proceeded to wrap the duct tape around the bandage. He used several layers to cover the bandage. By that time she felt like she would never be able to speak another word, ever. “I’m sorry, there is one other thing,” he added. From another drawer he retrieved a black leather collar that had a chain attached to it. He put the collar around her neck, and then pulled down on the chain, forcing her to bend over the sawhorse. When she was bent over to his liking, he attached a carabiner to one of the links in the chain. He then clicked the carabiner into the eyebolt in the floor in front of the sawhorse.
She parked her car and walked into the bar. He saw her, greeted her, and walked her back to the table at which he’d been sitting. They exchanged idle chit-chat, ordered drinks, and spent some time getting to know each other better. She decided he wasn’t quite as dull as she previously thought, but her mind was made up not to have a second date with him.
“You really look great,” he said, as he fidgeted with his beer glass. “I will admit I’m surprised you dressed up as I requested.”
“Well, truth is, I do like to look good for a date.”
“I appreciate that. Can I assume from the bumps on your thighs that you’re wearing stockings and a garter belt?”
Nothing escapes his notice, she thought. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.”
“Excellent.”
He opened another drawer in the desk and pulled out two small tubes. He walked behind her. Suddenly she felt a cold squidgy feeling on her anus. Lube, she thought. Then she felt the other tube go in – it was buzzing. A small vibrator. He turned up the intensity and left the room.
Some minutes later he walked in again. She would never have admitted it, but the vibe had turned her on. He stood behind her and reached between her legs to feel her pussy. “Nice,” he said, “I think you’re ready.” He stood in front of her and disrobed. She was surprised to see his cock was larger than she would have guessed it to be.
He walked behind her again. She felt the tip of his cock on her lips. Slowly he slid himself in. She didn’t want to admit it, but he felt good inside her. As he started thrusting, she found herself thrusting back as much as she could.
“So, do you know why I asked you to dress up?”
“Because all men like to see women dolled up?”
“Well, that’s part of it. Not everything, though.”
“Maybe you wanted to see if I’d actually take this silly dare?”
He reached his hands for her breasts. He pulled the neckline of her dress down below the cups of her bra. He pinched and twisted her nipples through the bra. Then, he pulled the cups of the bra down. He cupped both breasts as he started thrusting faster. As he sped up, he grabbed her hips as if he were throwing her pussy onto his cock.
“Well, yes, I was curious to see if you would dress up as I asked. But there’s another reason.”
“Oh, really?”
“I figure if you’re willing to dress up like this at my request, you might be a little bit submissive.”
“I am SO NOT submissive.”
“Did you own the stockings and garter belt already when I said I didn’t like pantyhose?”
“No.”
“Did you go out and buy them that same day?”
“Y-yes.” She realized he might have a point.
“See? Maybe not totally submissive, but submissive nonetheless.”
His cock was pounding into her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, being bound in such an awkward position and trying to keep her balance on such high heels. She did feel, however, that the approaching orgasm was going to be a big one. She wanted to tell him to fuck her harder, but it was pointless. He did start fucking her even harder, though, as if he could decipher her mmphs.
“You know what I like to do with submissive girls like you?”
“What?” She realized she’d admitted he was right a little too late.
“I like to…”
She had never been fucked this hard before. She prayed he would last until she came. Please hold out a little longer, she thought. I really want to cum. Her orgasm passed through her with hurricane force. She screamed her delight through the gag. She felt him trying to keep thrusting but suddenly his body went rigid and he shouted “Uhhh!” as he shot his load into her pussy. He thrusted a few more times and pulled out.
“…tie them up, gag them, and then fuck them within an inch of their lives.”
Oh please, she thought. This guy is nuts. Time to expose him as the gutless wonder he is. “Tell you what,” she said somewhat sarcastically, “take me to your place, and show me the play area that I bet doesn’t exist, and if you actually have the guts to start tying me up, you can do whatever you like to me.”
EPILOGUE
After he untied her, removed the collar and removed the gag, she admitted she wanted to be tied up and fucked like that again. He agreed to continue with her, but she would have to do exactly as he said regarding dress, and no more sarcasm or doubt on her part would be allowed. She agreed. From time to time, he would call her, specifying how she would dress for their next session. Occasionally it meant she had to go shopping, but she never refused. The anticipation of another call, another shopping trip, and another time bending over the sawhorse was a tremendous aphrodisiac.
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