(originally published in Sexy Bondage Restraints' October newsletter)\
It was the end
of a long day in the studio, posing for lingerie ads, and Janine found herself
unusually energized. Some of the outfits
she’d been wearing had really stimulated her, either from the tight fit of a
leather thong on her pussy, or the seductive look of her nipples so easily
visible through sheer fabrics. Something
about this last bustier outfit though, thrilled her even more, and she was surprised to
feel herself getting wet as she glimpsed herself in the mirror. “Hmmmm”, she
thought, “I would definitely do me! And I have that new vibrator back in my
dressing room . . . “, but just then, she saw the photographer clearing the
set, bending over to pick up the leather cuffs and fetish outfits from earlier
in the day. “Brian, could you help me out over here for a minute?”, she asked,
sitting down on the plush red velvet couch.
“I think there’s something in my right shoe, would you please take a
look?” She crossed her legs as Brian
came over and knelt down to take off her black pump, and sure enough, there was
a small piece of gaffer tape stuck to the inside. As he was removing it, she said, “thanks
Brian . . . and now I want you to cuff my ankles.” Brian looked up, slightly shocked, and seeing
the demanding, enticing look on her face, with a wide grin, he immediately
obliged by bringing over a pair of cuffs, along with the other fetish stuff
from a shoot earlier in the day.
Before he could kneel down again, though,
Janine said, “but first, I want you to take off my thong.” Janine raised her
hips, and without saying a word, Brian leaned over and unhooked her stockings
from the garters, and then put a finger under the strings on each side of her
thong. She gasped a little as he tugged on the strings, sliding the thong down over her
hips, along her thighs, and down the length of her trembling legs. He buckled a cuff snugly around each ankle, and
still kneeling before her, Brian said, “What’s next, mistress?” Without
missing a beat, Janine said, “now I want you to cuff my wrists”, and extended
her arms toward him. Again, gladly,
Brian obliged, and wrapped a black leather cuff around each wrist, buckling
each cuff securely. Janine then sat back
on the couch, draped her arms provocatively across the back, and stepped her
legs wide apart. Brian, still kneeling,
was transfixed, and Janine could see a growing bulge in his pants. “Now I want you to go to my dressing room and
get the vibrator out of my suitcase”, Janine said, “but first”, she said with a
grin, “you should make sure I’ll be here when you get back”.
Quickly,
from the stack of fetish stuff, Brian grabbed a length of black rope and a
metal clip, then went behind the couch and took hold of Janine’s outstretched
arms. She gasped a quick breath as Brian
folded her arms behind her head, and linked the cuffs together with the metal
clip. But he didn’t stop there –he tied
a rope to the clip, and pulled down on the rope, stretching Janine’s arms
backward and down, then tied the other end to the center leg of the couch. “Oooh, that’s really tight”, she said, with a
smile, “but I can still kick you”. “Not
for long, mistress” said Brian, as he reached for another length of rope.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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