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... decoratively dated accommodation leant itself to our needs. As did its proximity to the bar in which we had agreed to meet, we had only had to cross a quiet street to find ourselves within the entrance to the premises that was about as far from the centre of the City as I could imagine.

No sooner had we entered room seven located on the second floor of the small establishment than Rose had unfastened her overcoat which now lay flung over the back of an ornate chair that faced a dressing table on the left-hand wall of the mid sized room.

Standing confidently before me she had removed her charcoal grey pencil skirt herself via a zipper on her left hip, letting the garment fall to her heel clad ankles she had revealed to me dark denier hold up stockings that still clad her long toned legs.

Rose had almost impatiently started to unbutton her blouse herself, an act that I had finished for her by grabbing the collars of her blouse and ripping open the flimsy cotton garment, whilst scattering little white buttons across the room. Her accompanying gasp emitted on pleasure rather than shock at the predisposed suggestion that I had very nearly forgotten, such did she captivate my mind.

My mind focussing on our agreed detail I acted now fuelled by my desires and her submissive suggestions. Turning her immediately and viciously to face the bed, dragging the blouse down the backs of her arms to remove it from her body to reveal an ivory-coloured satin bra the detail of which ...

... matched immaculately with her satin briefs. With my hand over the back of her neck I had pushed her, controlled her, as I manipulated her towards the metal framed double bed.

Rose resisting the grip I held her in a little, perhaps if only to encourage my stronger hand before she knelt herself upon the bed, making her way into the centre of the bed of her own accord in order to reach out and place her hands upon the top bar of the metal frame headboard. Hands that in this moment now still clench the white metal frame even as brushed steel handcuffs tightly wrap tightly around both her slender wrists. Two pairs of cuffs that hold her arms wide and away from her body to the furthest apart of eight bars that rise from beneath the level of the mattress to meet the top of the headboard.

Head facing forward staring at the wall above the headboard in silent contemplation throughout, she had not once glanced at me as I had secured her in position. Her breath steady, before silently hitching a little on her own anticipation as I secure her to the bed. Being fully aware of what is to play out as I check the nature of her restraint that now holds her to the bed.

Lowering the fly of my jeans I kneel directly behind her, my shins resting a little uncomfortably on the steel spreader bar beneath them that sists tightly over her nylon clad ankles and separates her legs to enhance the posture Rose had adopted of her own free will.

"Your final adornment," I state quietly.

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