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"...To spend eight hours locked in your new punishment cell! Take her down Mr MacKay..."
He led Sophia downstairs along the corridor. Jangling keys like a jailer then undid the two locks, slid the heavy bolts aside then just before opening the door told her to close both eyes tight. "No peeking!" Her heels clicked as he guided her inside. Stopping to slam the door behind, making her jump. A very thick collar, much heavier than she'd ever worn was closed round her neck, Sophia having to raise her chin up. She even realised he had to turn the keys twice, the second click tightening the device and she trembled as a chain was attached. His hands freed her wrists then removed the belt and she wondered why this was.
"Open your eyes Miss Rohannson...and pray," he ordered.
She did so, and Ian saw them bulging at what awaited her over the next few hours... "Bondage heaven," she whispered, flagrently and probably a deliberate breach of the rules and he grinned...
"Right, shall we lock you into this lovely device first then...?" he said, leading her closer and undoing the various locks and bolts. She looked down into the thing. Wondering how on earth she'd fit inside it, but knowing Ian had her exact measurements...
Sophia Rohannson began to smile...and nod as she was ordered to strip naked.
The end??
- COMMENTS
Anonymousalmost 10 years agosurprised it does not have a higher rating.
surprised it has only had 7,423 readers @ time of posting this comment.
i voted 5 stars ,in my opinion this is one very special story
sweet,loving,sexy,insightful,fun, adventure into the
realms of prolonged bondage & restraint
(although sophia does seem to have problems with the "restraint" element, lol naughty little minx, bind her up & she cumms like a highland spring mmmm now there's a thought. i wonder how that would taste with a nice single malt)
surprisingly refreshing ( story . not the single malt & sophie spring water)
also there's an even more special element here,
a shared passion , that they engage in with love & mutual respect,
none of the Nasty Cruelty , and hate/abuse so often depicted in this genre.
to paraphrase my favorite dickens character:.
" Please ma'am , may we have some more "
xxxhugsxxx
TwistedOliver
