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6:22 p.m. - 2003-06-16 It had been a long day, and an even longer ride home. The screams of phones and customers ringing in my head had evaporated by the time I left the city, only to be replaced by thoughts of you. Your beautiful face, your intoxicating scent. Your luxurious blonde hair; frustration had given way to anticipation, and I could not wait to see you. My longing for you was barely controllable even as I pulled into the driveway. �Honey, I�m home�, I announced as I came through the door. There was no response. The house was quiet. A quick search downstairs proved futile. No one there buy Hobbs my feret. �Honey?!�, I called out again. Still you did not reply. Perhaps you were upstairs sleeping. So away I went to check. As I opened the door and started up the stairs, I heard the VCR stop & click off and the bed rustled. Ah, there you were, lying in bed with your eyes closed and the covers pulled up to your chin. I gazed at your angelic face and could tell that you were feigning sleep. �Pam�, I called to you. Your wrinked your cute nose, and pulled the covers tighter. You were faking it well, but I knew better. I strode across the room and turned on the T.V. & VCR. The screen filled with the image of a woman being fucked for all she was worth. Her face taught with arousal as the professional cocksman pounded away. �So, watching a little porn, huh?� I asked as I turned back toward you. Your eyes were open now, and I could see that familiar look in them. �Yes, Master, I was rubbing my pussy�, you replied demurely. I clicked the cuffs around your wrist and grabbed your other hand. �You�ve been a naughty little slut, haven�t you�? I asked as I clicked the cuffs around your other wrist. �I asked you a question! �,my voice firm. �Yes Master, I�ve been a naughty little slut�. Your hands were secured and cuffed. I grabbed the chain between them and raised your arms above your head. �Then, I shall have to teach you not to indulge yourself in pleasure without your Master�s permission. Don�t you agree�? �Yes Master�, you replied. �Good slave�, I said. I tied a length of rope to the hand cuff chain, and then to the bed post. I watched you test the bonds, but your arms were securely above your head. I pressed my lips to yours in a brief fluttering kiss. �Your nipples are hard with anticipation�. �Good. I bet your pretty little pussy is wet too. Spread your legs�, I commanded. Ever the good slave, you pulled your legs apart and exposed the object of my raging desire. I could smell your sex, and it drove my lust higher. I looked at your precious flower, the lips like petals pouting open. I could see the jewel, your little nub, engorged with your desire. �Is your pussy wet, slave?� I asked, tracing a finger up your leg. �Yes, Master, I�m wet for you�. I could hear the longing in your voice. My finger had reached your inner thigh, where I began massaging your tender flesh. �That pleases me, slave. However, you were a naughty little slut and you must be punished�. With that I produced leather ankle restraints and fastened them around. I pulled your legs together and locked the shackles together with a small pad lock. I tied another rope around the ring of the lock, and looped up around the bedpost. I pulled your legs straight into the air and tied it off. Another length of rope secured your legs together, just above the knees so you could not spread them. Now you were completely bound and helpless. The only thing missing was your blindfold. I retrieved it, and slipped it easily over your head. Now the bondage was complete.
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