Jason didn't struggle as Mandy led him from the dining room.Jason didn't struggle as Mandy led him from the dining room. He was hardly in a position to struggle, encased as he was in the tightly-strapped leather bondage bag. Mandy had closed the zip over his eyes, so that he was once again blind. They stopped walking, and he felt a lurch under his feet as the lift started downward. Well, he thought, trying to put a damper on his panicky feelings, at least I'm getting to see the rest of the house. His stomach complained from the overfeeding it had received moments before, and Jason reflected on what he had learned about Mandy. When he had first met her, they had been in high school. Her parents had apparently been into this sort of thing (he found out later), and a little of their kinky habits had rubbed off on their daughter. She had quite a wardrobe of shiny, rubber and plastic garments, with a few leather items thrown in for good measure. All of them fit very tight, and had showed off her cheerleader's figure to great effect. He had fallen hard for her. But now it seemed, she had stepped across the boundaries of just "dressing for pleasure", and was into body-modifications, bondage, and who knew what else. |