EXTRACT FOR
Sex Exchange
(Dan Bruce)

"That's not really working for me, Mia," said Larsen. "Enthusiasm is all very well, but it feels like you're the one in control, and that's not to my liking. Calm yourself down. In fact cool yourself down. Take the blouse and bra off. The skirt as well. Nothing more, though. I'll save the pleasure of seeing the rest of you till later."

Form her seated position where she was far from calmed, Mia stripped in a rush, eager to comply with that part of the order, hoping that Larsen would like what he saw: a pair of perfectly shaped breasts that were large and pert; a trim stomach and slender waist; and a pair of milky thighs that were decidedly wet inside. But if Mia wanted praise, she was left disappointed.

"Now clasp your hands behind your back," she was instructed. "We need to take them out of the equation."

That didn't help to calm Mia either, but with a quickening of her pulse and some concerns in her head, she duly complied. She did so as some fumbling sounds were heard, Larsen delving into a bag perhaps. Then the next thing Mia knew, the big brute was behind her again, and she felt the unmistakable sensation of rope making contact with her wrists. Instinctively Mia jerked and broke the clasp to pull her hands apart. She was rewarded with a hard smack on the left side of her head, a resounding wallop that had her ear singing and more alarm bells ringing to accompany the song.

"Resist me again and we end this now," hissed Larsen, giving Mia a very different type of warning. "All deals will be cancelled. And by that I mean ALL. If you wish to continue then you must cede total control to me, accept my authority and any whims I may have. Otherwise we can have no further dealings with each other, in any shape or form. So what's it going to be, Mia?"

Okay ??" so maybe there would be more of a downside than previously assumed, but the upside was still far too great. Mustering her willpower, defying her ego that was screaming in objection, Mia forced her hands back into the clasp, and puffed out her chest and those magnificent breasts with as much pride and dignity as she could muster ??" a little token of defiance in her acceptance of yet another defeat. 

"That's better," said Larsen. "Now keep the position. It's giving me an idea."  

Once again Mia felt the rope on her wrists, burning her skin with its symbolic indignity. She had to fight with her muscles to accept what then happened, the rope circling each wrist, crossing over and looping around before being knotted in a simple but effective piece of bondage. Mia surreptitiously tested it out and knew straight away she was now at Larsen's mercy.

"Not even Houdini, Mia, so don't bother trying again."

Okay, so it wasn't very surreptitious. And now what happens?

Now came more rope. Larsen wrapped a long piece of it four times around her upper body, tying her to the backrest of the chair. It looped around her upper arms, Larsen pulling it tight so the rope bit into Mia's skin, knotting it under each of her armpits to add to the growing discomfort. Mia had no idea what happened at the back, but at the front the loops divided into pairs above and below her breasts then crossed in the centre, rising from beneath to create a V that rose to curl around her neck, crossed again and came down each side to make a frame for each of her tits. The job seemingly done, Mia then sensed Larsen move in front of her, something that was confirmed when Mia's feet were kicked together so the Dane could rest his own feet to either side, whilst parking his ass on the desk no doubt. It was then that Mia was afforded some more flattery. 

"That makes you look even more beautiful. At least to me it does," chuckled Larsen. "I find women in bondage such a turn on. I especially like the way it highlights your splendid breasts, and practically demands they be played with."