Lying there in just an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of handcuffs, she began to play with herself.Lying there in just an unbuttoned blouse and a pair of handcuffs, she began to play with herself. "Come on, John." Then she heard the jingling sound. She propped herself up on one elbow to see what it was. It took her a moment to figure out what it was, and she wished she hadn't. The jingling was coming from the rings and buckles hanging from this mass of black leather and straps. Then she re-considered. Part of what had turned her on so much was the feeling of helplessness, kind of like being the damsel in distress. She recalled how much she enjoyed it when the boys in her neighborhood played Cowboys and Indians and she got to play the Indian princess who got captured and tied up by the Cowboys, or the Cowgirl who got captured and tied up by the Indians. She had heard about people who were into bondage, but had never even considered what she would do if she actually met one. She even began to wonder if she was one her- self. She began to look towards this encounter with curiosity and anticipation. If she didn't like it she could just ride it out, but if she did, and she certainly was in a receptive mood, she would be in for an incredible experience. Anyway, she couldn't run screaming from the house in her current state of affairs. She put on a sultry look. "What are you gonna do with all the hardware, big boy?" It wasn't Mae West, but she tried. "That is for me to know, and you to find out." "I'm not entirely sure I want to find out." Actually she did, but she couldn't give in that easily. "What's that all for?" "I'll tell you as I go along. But first, I'll have to take those off." He was referring to both the handcuffs and the blouse. "Hey, that's no fair, you're still dressed." "You're in no position to complain my dear, Nya ha ha ha," he said, twirling the end of an imaginary mustache. Angie couldn't help but laugh. She kissed him. "Okay, I'll try." John removed the handcuffs and she slipped off her blouse. She noticed the deep lines on her wrists from the hard steel, and she started to rub them. "Give me your hands, I have a cure for that." What he actually had were leather wrist cuffs. They were fairly wide, about three inches, and held closed by two big silver buckles. There was a large ring hanging from a D-ring attached to them, and it was pretty obvious to her what it was for. |