I was attracted to him, not only by his looks but also by the mystery surrounding his life and work.I was attracted to him, not only by his looks but also by the mystery surrounding his life and work. His willingness and ability to take control held my thoughts more inescapably than my bonds. The gag enraged me. I didn't know how he had managed to push the large bulb past my teeth, but it was lodged there firmly, pressing my tongue to the back of my throat. The wide leather strap covered my lips entirely. I had tried in vain to dislodge the thing by rubbing the strap against the door while holding my mouth as wide open as possible. All I got for my trouble was an aching jaw and hair in my eyes. I was trying to work my fingers around to get at the clasp that connected the strap to the chain between the cuffs when I heard footsteps outside the door. I held my breath hoping another guest had come to use the bathroom. I heard the handle turn and felt the door press me slowly back toward the wall. I anticipated rescue, but wasn't entirely disappointed to see my captor's dark eyes staring into mine. He entered and released the door watching as my body weight caused it to quickly close. He smiled and looked me over. "You have a nice ass," he said *** End Of Part One *** Part Deux [In the last installment we found our heroine hanging from a bathroom door, having been thoroughly trussed and placed there by our so far mysterious artist. |