EXTRACT FOR
My Neighbor's Bondage
(Amber Cove)

She's breathing in more quickly once she's blindfolded. This is bondage, this is what I suspect she's been dreaming about for some time



Taking out another scarf, I secure one end to her left wrist and the other to the top of the nearest table leg, mercifully it just about reaches, stretching her arm out nice and tight. I move around the table and I do the same to her right wrist as she doesn't say a word. She allows her arm to hang there limp, submissively accepting her own fate, her own imprisonment. Both her arms are now stretched out, tensed but not painfully so as far as I can tell, pulling her down onto the pillows.



I pick up the last two scarves, moving back around behind her and crouching to the floor. Taking one of her shapely ankles in each hand, I lift them up and guide them apart until her legs are spread eagle, her feet still in their ridiculous but alluring high-heels next to the other two table legs. I bind each ankle firmly to one of the legs, so she's now trapped, spread out and vulnerable.



Still crouching there, my work complete, I look up. I'm only inches away from her pussy, and I can see it. I can smell the overpowering scent of arousal, see how very, very wet she truly is. So open, exposed and vulnerable. If I leaned upwards just a little, I'd be close enough to stick my tongue out and lick her. I could touch her, feel her, take my pussy out and fuck her mouth if I wanted to, she's tied down and trapped and couldn't do a thing about it.



I want to... Oh God how I want to. But I won't. I'm trying to play the long game here, there's so much more to do and experience before I can get to that stage with her. Besides, she'd enjoy that too much. She must suffer first.



Instead I stand back, and admiring my handiwork. I've never seen a woman tied up and bound like that in real life before, right here in the flesh, just inches in front of me. It gives me such a feeling of complete power and control... But it's all the better in knowing she wants it, that she is a willing participant. This isn't something I would ever do to a woman normally, but when it's part of a game like this, a consensual arrangement, the guilt and taboo aren't there. Instead it's simply the glorious feeling of arousal and power.



"You're trapped," I say to her, pacing in a gentle circle all around the table so she'll never know quite where to expect me to attack first. "You can't move, you can't see... Bound and blindfolded. You do love it so, don't you?



"Yes, yes I do..." she admits, breathily. Then quickly, she remembers: "...ma'am."



Smack



"Quicker to remember the 'ma'am' next time," I point out.



"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."



"Oh you will be..."



Walking around her again, pacing slowly, quietly...



"You've always wanted this, haven't you?" I ask her. "To be in bondage... You fantasize about it, don't you?"



"Yes ma'am."



"That's why you had downloaded all those BDSM photos from the Internet, photos of women just like you, chained, tied, cuffed, unable to move or to resist... You've always imagined yourself as one of them, putting yourself in their roles, in all your deepest, darkest fantasies, haven't you?"



"Yes ma'am, always."