A ride of a lifetime (F/F) [Scene 2 is out]
Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2024 10:11 pm
Hi! My name is Eleanora, but my friends call me Ellie. I am a happy bondage enthusiast. I love being tied up, probably more than anything else.
Luckily, I have many friends, and some enjoy restraining me. For instance, my former colleague, Ksenia. Not so long ago, she found employment in law enforcement to spend more time with handcuffs. As her duties meant transporting defendants to the court hearings, she now had access to the specialized jail truck. It would often be driven empty, and Ksenia had an idea.
As I approached her house, my heart was pounding. I was about to be strictly bound as a dangerous criminal, at the complete mercy of my friend. I picked a comfortable outfit: flat ballet shoes, sheer tights, a miniskirt, a blouse, and a choker. Something a fake German heiress, Anna Sorokin, would wear. We had some tea and gossiped a bit. Now, it was time to go for one of the empty rides, but today, I would be the illegal passenger of the vehicle. The game started: now I was her obedient captive for the day.
Soon, the cold metal touched my wrists. Two clicks transferred my freedom to Ksenia: my hands were tightly handcuffed behind my back. Ksenia was a master of handcuffs; she knew how to keep them comfortable while secure. Perfect! I was asked to kneel on the chair: leg cuffs connected my ankles with a surprisingly short chain. A big smile shined on my face. I was all tied up, helpless! Ksenia grabbed my shoulder and led me to the car.
Walking in these leg cuffs was not a piece of cake. I was graciously tiptoeing my small steps through the garden. It's a good thing I wore flat ballet shoes instead of high heels. Sunlight was reflecting on my tights. How good I looked! Bounded by arms and legs, I felt like a model of the best fashion event.
Buckled into the seat of the truck, one of my wrists was uncuffed to be immediately fastened back with my hands now in front. A small lock secured my hands to a little ring in the middle of a seat. My legs followed, with a lock binding them to a ring at the bottom of a seat, minimizing my already very little freedom. Ksenia removed my shoes: a captive should be barefoot. I still had nylon on my lovely feet. How stunning they looked in the elegant fetters, strictly shackled. A ball gag followed, with holes inside for safety reasons.
As the doors slammed, I looked at my reflection on the other truck wall. Marvellously good! I was close to a subspace. My lovely toes were tapping on the floor of the truck. Ankles fixed to the ring, with no more freedom than a couple of centimetres. Stunning tights emphasized the beauty of my legs. Arms chained to the chair. A gag. There was no escape. I struggled a bit; the jiggling of metal pleased my ears. Ksenia did a fantastic job. I am hers, entirely at her mercy, with my legs and arms shackled, fixed to the seat of a jail truck.
To be continued…
Luckily, I have many friends, and some enjoy restraining me. For instance, my former colleague, Ksenia. Not so long ago, she found employment in law enforcement to spend more time with handcuffs. As her duties meant transporting defendants to the court hearings, she now had access to the specialized jail truck. It would often be driven empty, and Ksenia had an idea.
As I approached her house, my heart was pounding. I was about to be strictly bound as a dangerous criminal, at the complete mercy of my friend. I picked a comfortable outfit: flat ballet shoes, sheer tights, a miniskirt, a blouse, and a choker. Something a fake German heiress, Anna Sorokin, would wear. We had some tea and gossiped a bit. Now, it was time to go for one of the empty rides, but today, I would be the illegal passenger of the vehicle. The game started: now I was her obedient captive for the day.
Soon, the cold metal touched my wrists. Two clicks transferred my freedom to Ksenia: my hands were tightly handcuffed behind my back. Ksenia was a master of handcuffs; she knew how to keep them comfortable while secure. Perfect! I was asked to kneel on the chair: leg cuffs connected my ankles with a surprisingly short chain. A big smile shined on my face. I was all tied up, helpless! Ksenia grabbed my shoulder and led me to the car.
Walking in these leg cuffs was not a piece of cake. I was graciously tiptoeing my small steps through the garden. It's a good thing I wore flat ballet shoes instead of high heels. Sunlight was reflecting on my tights. How good I looked! Bounded by arms and legs, I felt like a model of the best fashion event.
Buckled into the seat of the truck, one of my wrists was uncuffed to be immediately fastened back with my hands now in front. A small lock secured my hands to a little ring in the middle of a seat. My legs followed, with a lock binding them to a ring at the bottom of a seat, minimizing my already very little freedom. Ksenia removed my shoes: a captive should be barefoot. I still had nylon on my lovely feet. How stunning they looked in the elegant fetters, strictly shackled. A ball gag followed, with holes inside for safety reasons.
As the doors slammed, I looked at my reflection on the other truck wall. Marvellously good! I was close to a subspace. My lovely toes were tapping on the floor of the truck. Ankles fixed to the ring, with no more freedom than a couple of centimetres. Stunning tights emphasized the beauty of my legs. Arms chained to the chair. A gag. There was no escape. I struggled a bit; the jiggling of metal pleased my ears. Ksenia did a fantastic job. I am hers, entirely at her mercy, with my legs and arms shackled, fixed to the seat of a jail truck.
To be continued…