The cold night winds suddenly picked up, rattling through snow-covered tree limbs, and beneath her heavy woolen overcoat, Andrea Maurer gave a small shudder, the Canadian winter biting deep despite her heavy layers. “You holding up all right, babe?” Mariam Kamal asked as she held her lover close, attentive as ever, brown eyes brimming with concern.
Andrea gave an emphatic nod, unable to reassure the Persian beauty any other way thanks to the pecker gag that lay hidden behind her scarf. For once, their latest kinky adventure had been one of Mariam’s suggestions rather than her own, and blue eyes peered out into the tranquil stillness of the local public park, heart pounding with nervous excitement at the thought that someone might stumble upon the two women in the midst of the evening stroll. Their neighbourhood was a safe one, thankfully, so it was far more likely they’d come across a dog walker or fitness junkie training in the bitter cold following the week’s storm, rather than accosted by some violent drug addict or would-be rapist against whom she’d be helpless to fight back against.
Even so, public bondage was the sort of thing Andrea had never considered before she met Mariam, and she swallowed nervously, shuffling along as best as her restraints would permit, for beneath the heavy, ankle-length overcoat she wore, the beautiful redhead had been left thoroughly helpless. A short armbinder kept her arms locked behind her back in a reverse-prayer position, the ropes threaded between her elbows and beneath her perfect breasts further ensuring she could not work her arms free. Leather cuffs had been fitted tightly about her trademark stiletto-heeled, knee-high black leather boots at the ankles, each connected to a wide leather belt strapped about her waist by a length of thin chain, making certain there’d be no running for her. A rigid leather posture collar kept her head upright, the device concealed by her thick winter turtleneck sweater. Likewise, her scarf and woolen hood hid her gag from any prying eyes. Indeed, the more she thought about it, the more unlikely it seemed that any stray passerby would realize they were stealthy engaged in some bondage play, and Andrea took some strength from that notion, giggling as her lover kissed her forehead. “God, you look so cute like this,” Mariam uttered, drinking in the sight as she gently guided Andrea over to the nearest park bench. “You enjoying yourself?”
The redhead nodded once more. “Good,” said the Persian woman, reaching out with a gloved hand to trace the curve of Andrea’s breasts through the overcoat. “I could stay like this forever, you know?” Her hand lowered, maneuvering through the garment’s folds, and Andrea offered a moan of pleasure, thighs squirming at her lover’s touch. “The past few months have been some of the happiest times in my life, and… and I want this with you. Always.”
Andrea mumbled gratefully, a blush spreading across her pale features, and Mariam gave a slight chuckle. “I know, a good domme is supposed to be more aloof, play things cool instead of sappy. But… I love you, Andrea, and after what you told me during Valentine’s week, I don’t want you to feel taken for granted either. Okay?”
“Mmmppgghhh…” Andrea moaned, bumping foreheads with the other woman.
Smiling, Mariam stealthily reached into her coat pocket. “Well, I could do with some hot chocolate to warm up. But first…” There was a click, and Andrea shot up on the bench, a muffled cry of pleasure sounding as the vibrator went to work on her apex. “You don’t mind if we take the longer route home, do you?”
The sound of the armbinder creaking in her struggles was Andrea’s only reply, her erotic torment otherwise concealed from the world. With a smirk, Mariam guided her lover down the path, the cold of the winter’s night forgotten in the warmth of their closeness. Yes, it had been a wonderful few months, and the rest of the night looked to be even better…