"I think you might be making a mistake," you had told her when she had slid onto the seat next to you to introduce herself, "don't get me wrong, you're cut and all but I just broke up with my boyfriend, so I'm not really looking for anything other than drinking in peace."

She stuck around anyway. Angela was her name, and she proved to be a companionable sort, chatting away and lifting your spirits...and buying you drinks with a sort of friendly understanding that thawed your heart only a little.

"It's really sweet of you," you muttered into the second drink she bought you, "but I just don't want you making a mistake. I don't swing that way, you understand."

But Angela just eyed you, smiled her secret smile, and continued to talk. Continued to buy you drinks. As the night wore on, and the drinks stacked up, you found yourself talking with her more and more. Opening up about your frustrations. Your fears that you were stuck in life, merely treading water while any progress passed you by...and of course, your secret shameful, kinky desires. Shameful mostly for the deep disappointment you felt that your ex had never really tried to take control.

Angela, one hand stroking your arm...when had that started...idly mused that she was pretty good at taking charge...and wouldn't you be interested in perhaps trying out some of the things that you had mentioned with her?

"Well," you giggled a little, "Maybe...but I don't wanna be unfair to you...I'm s-s-straight..."

"Tell you what hunny," Angela smirked, "You come back with me for an hour. If I can get you hot, heavy, and screaming for an orgasm in that time, then you stay with me as my playmate for the weekend as my cute curious submissive. If I can't, you can try out some of your ideas on me."

You had agreed, figuring what the hell it might end up being a one off that salvaged part of this evening. And at least there was little chance of you being stuck somehow. You were very confident that you weren't into women in the way that Angela clearly was.

Now, about forty minutes in to the hour you had promised Angela, you were out of your mind with arousal. You were stripped naked, hanging from thick leather cuffs, and screaming into a ballgag as Angela dragged more pleasure from your straining, aching body with her vibrator. You had already been begging for an orgasm twenty minutes in, unable to resist the heady seduction of her words, her touches, and the incessant pulsing of the vibrator. You had promised her to be her playmate, begged to be taken and made hers for the weekend. That had bought you one orgasm. Glorious and mind melting in its intensity...and yet it hadn't been enough. Not by a long shot. Your brain was stuck in overdrive, and your body lusted for more.

Your second orgasm cost you your freedom that weekend. There would be no release from bondage, you would be kept bound and collared at all times, for over 48 hours. You squealed and moaned, and agreed, and shrieked your pleasure to the heavens as she drew forth a second orgasm from your quivering body.

Your third...your third had been a renewed seduction. She had tenderly teased and titillated you with a single hand between your legs, another gently kneading your breasts...and her eyes pinning your own back as she murmured sweet reassurances. That she thought you were adorable, sexy, and oh so sweet. That you would be safe with her, that she wanted nothing more than to show you the joys and pleasures inherent in surrendering control to someone who deserved to hold your leash. You bucked in her arms, moaning as you neared the crest, and she made her demand. You would need to go on a second date with her after the weekend was over. You frantically nodded. You would have agreed to half a dozen dates at that point, so desperate was your need.

Now...now she was just edging you. Preparing you for an additional ask as you pleaded for relief and orgasm. You had no idea what she planned to ask...but her teasing you about suborning you from your straight vanilla life into being a kinky lesbian gave some idea of her...ambitions...

You were stuck there with her...but you were intensely convinced that this had been no mistake. You wanted this. You needed this...needed her.

You screamed...in utter, joyful relief as you surrendered your worries and nerves...and felt yourself plummet into subspace...