She stood in front of the door, trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Anna Lewis stood in a moment of indecision. She knew that beyond this portal, she would lose her precious freedom. Within that room awaited her partner, lover and soon-to-be jailer.
If she allowed it to happen.
His instructions were clear. She was to enter the room divested of her clothes as a sign that she was willing to submit to his control.
Anna shook her head as if to clear her head. Her lovely long brown hair shook and a few stray strands fell in front of her eyes. Her eyes were light brown, sultry and inviting. She licked her full red lips nervously.
Finally, she took a long breath and let it out slowly. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs. Her full thighs, lush hips and shapely calves were revealed. Her womanhood hidden by a high cut pair of pink panties. She pulled off her t-shirt and her shapely breasts, covered by a thin satin bra popped out. The twin mounds were firm and ripe.
With trembling hand, she twisted the doorknob and opened the door. She stepped in the room slowly. The curtains were drawn and only a lamp on the table beside the bed lit the gloom.
“So, you have chosen to enter my realm. Good!” said a deep masculine voice from a chair shrouded in darkness.
Anna felt vulnerable standing there while her would-be captor stared at her, drinking in every square inch of her delectable body.
The next minutes went by as if in a blur. Anna remembered his order to turn around. Swiftly and silently, he pounced on her. Her wrists were bound tightly together. Her elbows kissed each other insuring that she could not wiggle free. More rope wound around her body, trapping her breasts in an insistent but sensuous embrace. She gasped and grunted every time he drew the strands tight. Soon, her arms were tied tightly behind her.
She was helpless…hopelessly under his control.
A thick roll of cloth sealed her mouth. She could summon no help. Every moment made her more helpless and within her captor’s clutches
When he wound the rope around her small waist and brought the ends between her legs, Anna cried out in indignation as the strands were tightened, pressing down on her already damp crotch. She cursed herself for not being able to conceal her passion.
She liked this! She loved this! She craved his ropes!
With her arms thoroughly immobilized and the crotchrope distracting her no end, she was brought to the bed and thrown down onto its satiny softness.
The comfort of the bed was a lie for Anna knew that her captor intended to make her more helpless.
With swift and efficient sureness, he bound her ankles tightly together. Escape was now impossible. Movement, speech and now flight was denied her.
And still he continued. More rope was wrapped above and below her knees. Audaciously, he caressed the silky smoothness of Anna’s legs before he tied the firm flesh of her thighs.
Anna groaned and struggled in her bonds, to no avail. His ropework was flawlessly firm. She could not pick a single knot. The ropes embraced her exposed body like an insistent lover. She writhed within their embrace. Her mind was afire at the incredible stimulation that she was receiving. The crotch of her panties was very wet now belying the distressed behavior that she was showing.
Finally, her jailer spoke again, “Now, my dear, shall we begin?”
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So tell me dear readers, shall I continue?
