It seemed that Lindsay spent all the extra cash that she earned from her gentleman friend as soon as he gave it to her. Several months into their bondage arrangement, Lindsay thought about proposing an increase in her time each month.
She was required to dress nicely for their meetings, and she wore a white cotton long-sleeved shirt-dress that she had hired a tailor to fit to her figure.
She knew that she looked great in pantyhose, so she wore dark, sparkly hose and also high-heels of patent leather with a thick strap around the ankle. Lindsay knew that she looked a little slutty, especially with fuck-me the heels, so she drove straight from her apartment to the gentleman’s estate, even though she needed to stop at the store.
Lindsay knew she had hit the mark when he opened the door and saw her. He smiled broadly, took her wrist and pulled her inside. Lindsay spread her arms against the wall as he searched her.
Lindsay’s Bondage Arrangement
“I don’t understand why you don’t trust me!” she cried as his hands reached under her skirt. He loved it when she did this, she knew. Because of this, she thought her chances were good of getting more time per month.
Within minutes, he tied her wrists and elbows tightly behind her back, buckled a collar about her throat, and shackled her ankles in leg-irons. She walked demurely behind him, with her head bowed. The sexual arousal started to wash over her.
He led her by a leash in the back part of the his estate. She was collared, and the leash was clipped onto the D-ring at her throat.
The primal experience of walking bound behind a dominant male was really just too sexy for her to ignore. Now, she thought about breaching the topic of more hours and more money.
“Sir?” she said. He pulled her along on her leash by her throat. Then her turned, put is finger on her lips and said, “Silence”.
She said nothing.
Back at the estate, she stripped and he tied her up.
She still had not asked him about the extra hours, and now he gagged her! He left her kneeling his his bedroom next to her cage and he returned with a plastic bag.
He placed the plastic bag over her head and fell down to her knees as she knelt next to the cage wherein he would keep her locked for the night. She quickly felt that she was warm and stuffy, but this was not air-tight. He had tied her wrists behind her back, and the plastic grazed across her steel-bolted nipples.
She lowered her head just a bit, and saliva drooled from her bottom lip and fell onto her chest, and then down into her hair at her puss. She tried to stop it, but another string of drool followed it.
She moved back and forth and the plastic bag pulled in, sticking to her ball-gag and to her breasts and stomach, giving her less air-space for her nostrils.
He watched, amused at her struggles. “Stay there, kneeling,” he said. “I have work to do.”
She looked up at him questioningly, but she didn’t really need to question. This was not the first time she had knelt, bound and draped in plastic.
So this was it. She would remain in bondage, but he would leave her.
“You will spend the night locked in your cage, collared and chained,” she said.
Lindsay was heartbroken! She knew that she wouldn’t get to ask him about more time, because his latex maid would probably unchain her in the morning and with a disapproving demeanor, send her on her way.
Maybe next month . . .
Lindsay appears in the following video programs: