A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

... the padlock shut and toss the key across the room. I took a few steps backward and she tested the range of motion, stopping with a bit of a jerk when the chain ran out. "You should be able to stand comfortably on your knees, or sit down. If you're a good girl you might get to lie down to go to sleep."

"Fuck you," she said.

"You have to be an extra good girl to earn that," I said, "But let's start with paying you back for that little cute little spitting outburst." I crossed the room to the chest of drawers. In a moment I would exit to the main room and get more gear, but I kept a few things in the chest of drawers that I felt like fit the vibe or would come in handy when playing in here. I opened a drawer and pulled out a half dozen zip ties. Without turning around, I took the chastity key Kendra had given me and quickly unlocked myself, sliding the cage off and leaving the ring as a cock ring.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously from across the room.

"Shut up," I said. I closed a long zip tie into a substantial loop and, walking behind her now kneeling form, quickly lassoed her hands into the loop. She started pulling them out and I grabbed her wrist. "Cooperate or I'll put this around your neck," I said.

"Fuck you," she said again. "Have it your way," I said, and I snapped the zip tie shut just above her elbows. I did so fairly slowly, trying to see where her flexibility was and I knew I could slide it down to her hands if she said yellow and all the ...

... way off if she said red. She did nothing of the sort, whimpering as her elbows came together and she realized that the zip ties had very little give in them. Another went around her wrists and she whimpered again.

"What was that?" I asked. "Did you say something?"

"Fuck you," her voice giving away a little tremble, as if someone has started to realize they really might be in a bad situation.

"You sit tight, little fuckhole. I'll be right back."

I looped back to the chest of drawers and pulled out an old, dirty, patched-up canvas sack. This was to get gear from the main room into the basement room - the little cart, while handy, didn't fit the mood. I hustled out to the main room and grabbed some things I was sure I was going to use and some things that I just might find use for. I paused for a moment before heading back in the room. I wanted Kendra to stew with the weight of the collar around her neck and the unforgiving zip ties cutting into her arms, but also I just wanted to catch my breath, take in what was happening. Maybe I'm dead, I thought. Maybe this is my eternal reward. But if that was the case I'd probably be allowed an orgasm.

I re-entered the room, doing my best to look at Kendra with pure, unadulterated, sadistic lust. What had she asked to be? A humiliated, degraded, punished piece of fuckmeat. Perfect. I left the gear back on the little table and walked back over to where Kendra was now on her knees. I stood in front of her, unbuttoned my fly, ...