At the sound of stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor, Andrea froze like a deer in the headlights, her struggles ceasing at their approach. The door to her lavishly decorated bedroom opened, and above the rigid leather muzzle, blue eyes widened to the side of saucers as her captor entered, the top buttons of her borrowed satin blouse undone to offer a tantalizing glimpse of bare flesh. “Are you enjoying yourself?” came the woman’s husky whisper.
Warm, dusky hands, made strong by ceaseless hours spend kneading dough and carrying trays at the local bakery, danced teasingly along Andrea’s bare legs, and the redhead nodded, a longing moan escaping the confines of the gag. “Good,” Mariam remarked, sitting down on the bed next to her, hands never faltering in their exploration of her lover. It had taken a great deal of courage to admit her love of bondage to Andrea, even more to ask if she could tie her up. That the beautiful redhead had accepted at all made her beyond grateful. That she’d suggest something so stringent…
Hazel eyes drank in the sight of the squirming captive, of the canvas straitjacket that fitted so tightly upon her upper body and highlighted her perfect breasts, of the wide leather strap that ran down tight between her legs and provoked a moan with every small movement, of the belts that secured her long, bare legs at the ankles and thighs to leave her hobbled. Someone stumbling onto their bedroom might have presumed Andrea to be the inmate of some old-fashioned asylum, snatched away from her hospital bed to serve in Mariam’s own, and the curvaceous Persian beauty smiled at the thought. Few who’d begun to dabble in bondage would’ve possessed the courage to try something so inescapable and restrictive so soon, yet Andrea, bold and beautiful Andrea, had been more than keen to give it a go. Well, she did say work was driving her crazy, Mariam reminded herself, kissing her forehead. “You sure you’re okay?”
Andrea nodded, eyes bright with mischief. “Excellent… because I have no intentions of letting you go, my sweet. You’re all mine, and I mean to enjoy you,” Mariam whispered, her breath warm and wanton in her captive’s ear. Andrea moaned in pleasure at the thought, and Mariam gently tilted her head up to meet her, planting gentle kisses on the firm leather gag, hands running through her long scarlet locks. “Besides… this session is not yet done,” she said, reaching for the remote at the bedside table. “You look to be in need of… some intensive therapy.”
A single click, and Andrea shot up on the duvet, her cry of surprise drowning out the faint buzzing emerging from within her black lycra shorts, the room alive with the pleasurable creak of canvas and leather. “You enjoy yourself, love, while I make dinner. Wireless camera’s in place; anything happens, I’ll be here,” Mariam reassured her, giving it one final check. Squealing, Andrea thrashed about, moans of pleasure intensifying, and Mariam blew her a kiss, hips swaying alluringly as she departed. Not her usual style, perhaps, but there was something about a bound and horny redhead that always drove her a little crazy…