There is a female figure sat in the chair in the corner of the room. As I approach she begins to struggle. It is obvious that she is bound, but under closer examination it becomes more obvious just where on her body her movements are restricted. Her legs covered in latex thigh high boots, tied together at the lower knee and ankle. A black latex girdle with matching underwear covers the woman’s hips and most intimate area; whilst a skimpy red latex vest covers her top half…just about.
Her wrists are secured to the wooden antique arm rests of the chair with black duct tape, wound repeatedly and thickly to keep her in it. More tape is wound around each of her elbows to the outer 2 posts of the chair’s back. It keeps her upper body straight and holds her firm.
Her beautiful brunette hair is tied in a ponytail, neatly and securely, just like her bonds. Her lips covered by several strips of the same black tape used to secure her arms. Her deep hazel eyes seem to tease me in this dimly lit room as her busty chest moves around with every struggle. Her nipples are distinguishable in the latex vest, whether this is due to a sexual arousal she feels by her bonds and helplessness or a slight autumn breeze that suddenly blows through the open window is unknown to me at this time. The window itself restricted by six iron bars, each individually adding to the prison effect felt in the room at this time. The girl suddenly looks up at me, noticing me looking around the room. Her eyes appear to beg me to come over, at least that’s what I think she wants.
She gestures with her eyes and eventually I work out she wants me to touch her latex covered breasts. Naturally I oblige, beginning t fondle her as she tilts her head back and moans behind her gag; a gag silencing feelings of excitement, sexual tension, lust and nervousness as I suddenly break off from her busty chest. They are easily DD in size and look wonderful restricted behind her latex vest. After running my hands up and down her luscious legs individually a few times, I eventually stop and stand in front of her. She spots the bulge in my trousers as I begin to piece together the information I had acquired throughout the last few days.
My mind begins to wander. So many questions fill my mind that I want to ask her…yet I didn’t want to untie her and neither did she appear to want me to as she struggled playfully in the chair, continuing to attract my attention. She was certainly competing for it the amount of effort she appeared to put in to her struggles. Her scantily clad body as well as her young and beautiful looks all restricted by her moderate bindings.
I read the text again, making sure it was correct as I focused on the sentences “I’ve left a little gift inside as a thank-you for helping me so much the past few months especially. It didn’t seem right to make it travel with me all that way. I’m sure it will be eager to meet you as much as you will be when you find it.”
It was at this point on the text sent roughly 8 hours previous that I had originally thought he was going to present me with some pet of his I hadn’t known about. I laugh to myself in light of this recent memory, how wrong was I? Although, looking at her bonds, outfit and her deeply seductive eyes, maybe I wasn’t as far away from that thought as it would seem.
Was this his little secret kept from me and presumably all the people that were close to him? Was this beautiful woman really my gift from him? Was this all okay with her?
I had so many questions about this circumstance, I wanted to make sure with the woman that she was happy with being this gift of mine, that she truly was happy to be treated in such a manner. Her deep hazel eyes seemed to play with my thoughts. For every thought of panic or worry for her safety and why she was tied as she was, her eyes lured me in like a fishing rod, begging for more attention, affection and to impress me. She knew the power of her looks, she knew the restrictions of her bonds, yet all this seemed to give her some advantage over me but I wasn’t sure what. Yet equally I felt the one in control as I fondled her. There was something about this mutual dependency that was beginning to arouse deeper feelings in the both of us, making many of my questions disappear as fast as they came.