O Mistress Mine (Rachel and Alex Femdom Stories Book 1) by Sienna LeBrun

Author:Sienna LeBrun [LeBrun, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-03-06T00:00:00+00:00

12

W hen the alarm went off the next morning, Rachel was quick to lean over and untie my ankles, removing them from the cuffs before releasing them. I winced and let my legs slowly down and together. The muscles in my inner thighs felt like stretched-out rubber bands. I tightened experimentally around the dildo that had plugged me all night.

My hands were free, as they had been through the night; I could have released myself at any time if I had needed to, but I hadn’t, and I was proud that I had borne it, and also grateful that Rachel kept me safe. I had slept pretty well, only waking a little when I had tried to shift and found myself bound, then settling back into sleep again.

When Rachel was done with her ablutions in the bathroom, she called for me and I struggled to my feet and hobbled in. She undid the straps holding my dildo in place and took off my collar. I washed the smell of sex from my body, and we went to the gym, where Rachel left in Joey Trainer’s chop-chop hands.

Maybe it was having admitted to wanting him the night before, but I found myself bobbing off balance, needing to lean into Joey for support. About halfway through, he looked at me hard, with his hands heavy on my shoulders, and said, “Concentrate, or you’re going to hurt yourself.” He didn’t say, “And maybe me, too, damn it,” but that was the obvious conclusion.

I tried to do better, but even though my physical balance improved, I felt wobbly and weak. My mind kept replaying the events of the previous evening, and shooting forward to what I might have to fear in the future. I felt not tired, but weary, mostly of myself. Disappointed. Discouraged.

At the end of the hour, I was straddling a weight bench with twinges of pain from the stretch in my thighs. I had my hands on my thighs, my head down and shoulders bowed. Joey put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. It was just for a second, but it seemed to burn through the sweaty t-shirt and leave a red handprint on my skin. I liked it very much, got almost weepy.

I think he was embarrassed by that consoling gesture.

And that is why, I think, he told Rachel that “Alex was distracted today” when she came to take me out. Her eyebrows popped up and she looked slowly from him to me. I looked at Judas-Joey’s face and almost felt bad for him. No one likes a tattletale.

“Distracted? Well. We’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

“It just, uh, makes injury more likely,” Joey explained.

“It certainly does.”

And so at home I found myself bound to the bedroom door, with my arms bound to straps that went over the door and my ankles tethered by straps that snaked under it. My hairless balls were wrapped round with a leather collar of sorts that Rachel called a parachute. This thing snapped at the top of my balls and featured little straps that hung down around them.

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