Fate
Awww. I never learn. Why did I tell that guy I met at the bar how much I liked bondage? Now I am in the same old predicament: bound and gagged, completely feminized and helpless. What will fate hold for me this time?
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In the dimly lit corner of the grimy local dive, I nursed my third whiskey of the night. The amber liquid burned a familiar path down his throat, warming the cold pit of his stomach. My eyes, a faded shade of blue, darted around the bar, avoiding the glances of the other patrons. They all had their stories, their secrets, but tonight, Mine's was about to take an unexpected turn.
A man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a shaggy beard that screamed of days unshaved, sauntered over to me. His leather jacket creaked as he sat down, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and something darker. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" he drawled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat. "Just looking to unwind," I replied, hoping he'd leave me to my thoughts.
But he didn't. He leaned in closer, his breath a potent mix of beer and cigarettes. "You got any... kinks?" His question hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. The whiskey had loosened my tongue more than I'd planned. "Well," I began, a nervous giggle escaping my lips, "I do have a bit of a thing for bondage." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, a whisper of a confession in a sea of noise.
His smile widened, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. "Is that so?" His hand was on my thigh before I could react, squeezing gently. "How far are you willing to go?" I gulped, the whiskey suddenly not so warming. I should've known better than to reveal my desires to a stranger in a place like this. But the thrill of the unknown had always been my downfall, a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Far enough," I murmured, a shiver of excitement coursing through me. Little did I know, I'd be living out my darkest fantasy in the most unexpected way.
The man's touch grew bolder, his hand sliding higher under my overcoat, caressing the smooth fabric of the blue bodystocking that hugged my curves. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. "You're a naughty little sissy, aren't you?" He whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, unable to form words. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've got a place. We can go there, and I'll show you what real bondage is." I nodded again, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in my gut.
We left the bar, the cold night air slapping me in the face like a wet towel. The alleyways were narrow and shadowy, the distant sounds of the city muffled. His grip on my arm was firm as he led me down the darkened streets. My heels clicked against the pavement, echoing in the silence. His place was a small, dingy apartment, the smell of leather and musk hitting me as soon as we entered.
He turned to me, his eyes glinting with excitement. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice low and gruff. Before I could protest, he spun me around, his strong hands deftly tying my wrists together with a length of rope. My heart raced as he also tieed my ankles toggether. The fabric of the bodystocking stretched taut as he secured my ankles and wrist in hogtied, the high heels making me feel even more vulnerable.
The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, and my own body responded with a traitorous thrill. He began to strip, his muscular body revealed in the flickering candlelight. This was it. I was in too deep to back out now. The thrill of the unknown had become a reality, and I was about to find out just how much I could take.
A man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a shaggy beard that screamed of days unshaved, sauntered over to me. His leather jacket creaked as he sat down, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and something darker. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing here all alone?" he drawled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat. "Just looking to unwind," I replied, hoping he'd leave me to my thoughts.
But he didn't. He leaned in closer, his breath a potent mix of beer and cigarettes. "You got any... kinks?" His question hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. The whiskey had loosened my tongue more than I'd planned. "Well," I began, a nervous giggle escaping my lips, "I do have a bit of a thing for bondage." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, a whisper of a confession in a sea of noise.
His smile widened, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. "Is that so?" His hand was on my thigh before I could react, squeezing gently. "How far are you willing to go?" I gulped, the whiskey suddenly not so warming. I should've known better than to reveal my desires to a stranger in a place like this. But the thrill of the unknown had always been my downfall, a siren's call that I couldn't resist. "Far enough," I murmured, a shiver of excitement coursing through me. Little did I know, I'd be living out my darkest fantasy in the most unexpected way.
The man's touch grew bolder, his hand sliding higher under my overcoat, caressing the smooth fabric of the blue bodystocking that hugged my curves. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed the edge of my panties. "You're a naughty little sissy, aren't you?" He whispered, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, unable to form words. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've got a place. We can go there, and I'll show you what real bondage is." I nodded again, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in my gut.
We left the bar, the cold night air slapping me in the face like a wet towel. The alleyways were narrow and shadowy, the distant sounds of the city muffled. His grip on my arm was firm as he led me down the darkened streets. My heels clicked against the pavement, echoing in the silence. His place was a small, dingy apartment, the smell of leather and musk hitting me as soon as we entered.
He turned to me, his eyes glinting with excitement. "You're going to love this," he said, his voice low and gruff. Before I could protest, he spun me around, his strong hands deftly tying my wrists together with a length of rope. My heart raced as he also tieed my ankles toggether. The fabric of the bodystocking stretched taut as he secured my ankles and wrist in hogtied, the high heels making me feel even more vulnerable.
The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, and my own body responded with a traitorous thrill. He began to strip, his muscular body revealed in the flickering candlelight. This was it. I was in too deep to back out now. The thrill of the unknown had become a reality, and I was about to find out just how much I could take.
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