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Local Woman Found Chained Nude

She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her shoulder and upper back. How long? How long had it been? It seemed like it had been a long time even before he'd tugged her head up by her hair so he could relieve himself into the toilet. She supposed she could be grateful he hadn't made her drink it, though he'd done nothing to prevent the hot yellow droplets from splashing up to splatter against her cheek. They'd met in the hotel coffee shop, rather than the bar. His idea. Didn't want either of them to have decision-making compromised by alcohol, he'd said. She'd worn an outfit of the type he'd instructed her to wear. Simple dress, nothing either dressy or slutty. Close-fitting enough that it didn't hide her curves, but not form-fitting, either. No underwear. She often went without panties of her own accord, but seldom went without a bra because her boobs were on the large side. Walking down the street on the way to the hotel, she'd been more aware than usual of men surreptitiously (really, they were never as subtle as they thought they were being) watching her bouncing boobs. Oddly, he hadn't specified footwear at all. So she'd played it slutty-safe & worn medium heels. Not ...

... quite 'fuck me' pumps, but not far from it, either. They'd ordered beverages, chatted casually for a while. It was easy to see she was more nervous than he was, but that was no surprise. She'd lost track of time, sitting there with him.. Enjoying his smile, relaxing in his company. She'd been careful to sit with her knees a bit apart as he'd instructed, sure he'd somehow know if she disobeyed, though she hadn't seen him looking. He'd just finished sipping the last of his espresso when he laid His hand on tops of hers on the table and said simply, "It's time to go." No explanation. Not even an order, really. Just a statement of fact. She'd been keenly aware of the moisture growing between her legs as he led her hand-in-hand from the coffee shop and towards the elevators. Inside the hotel room, he'd told her to stop & remain still. It had felt like a river between her thighs then, and a flood when he'd slowly pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal her plump ass. Found it hard to keep from squirming as his fingertips brushed over the skin of her rump. Even harder to keep still when he'd ordered her to spread her legs and reached between them to finger her dripping pussy. She almost laughed when she realized she was blushing a little when he did that. Just like a silly schoolgirl , she'd thought, glad he was still behind her & couldn't see. Looking back on it, it all seemed like a blur from that pivotal moment. He'd made her stand like that, but holding her dress up herself, ...