B Is For Bondage - A To Z Sex Series by B Is For Bondage

Author:B Is For Bondage [MF] (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2000-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Mike sat on the sofa reading a recently downloaded ebook on his electronic ereader when the grandfather clock in the living room chimed eleven times. He had no doubt that Danielle would come to his doorstep, it was just a matter of when. If she was going to be late, he would instruct her on punctuality. This, in addition to a lesson on the proper handling of bondage gear. Which, for her, was never unless given explicit permission.

The quiet ticking of the clock was broken by the high toned chime of the doorbell. Ah, there she was. Mike continued to sit there for another moment, knowing Danielle was outside, her hand trembling mid-air, wondering whether she should knock or ring the bell again. After a moment, he heard a soft hesitant rap on the door.

“Open the door and come inside,” he commanded loudly.

The doorknob turned uncertainly and slid open a short distance. Mike continued reading and heard the door shut softly.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I had to tell my parents I was going out and my father wanted to talk to me about . . .”

“Quiet. You will speak only when given permission. Kneel on the floor in front of me and take off your shirt. Eyes on the floor,” he said without looking up. His tone was low but the authority in it cut off her words instantly.

She walked into the room, kneeling hesitantly. Her hands were glued to her sides and she tried several times to raise them to her shirt buttons but they fell back down. Finally, she was able to unbutton the blouse and slip it off her arms. Laying the ereader to one side, Mike evaluated the subject before him.

Resting on her heels, hands in her lap, she waited expectantly. Her silky brunette bob cut hair barely reached her shoulders and partially obscured her downcast eyes. Ample cleavage was thrust up and out even more by a lacy pushup bra. A narrow waist and a mini-skirt completed the luscious picture.

Mike went to the next room and came back with a set of heavy steel handcuffs. He cuffed each wrist, drawing them separately behind her back and ratcheting the cold metal close to her skin. He left the room again and came back with a black leather crop and a wide piece of leather with a wooden handle.

“You will address me as Master. Do you understand?”

She looked up hesitantly. “Yes.”

Leather slapped the valley of her cleavage with the crop, snapping loudly.

“I didn’t say you could look up. You will address me as Master. Do you understand?”

A red mark was beginning to appear where the crop had snapped the top of her breasts, stinging horribly on the sensitive area. She quickly lowered her eyes.

“Yes, Master.”

“Stand up.”

With her hands still behind her back, she stood awkwardly, remembering to keep her eyes downcast.

Mike produced a smooth leather collar and spoke to her softly while moving her hair to one side and fastening it around her neck. “I’ve been watching you grow up.

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