| Straight: BDSM: The Dungeon (1/5) |
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That Friday is the longest day ever – you cannot wait to get out of your office and on to your evening. Finally, 5:00 is here, and you run from the building as if narrowly escaping its collapse. You check your map one more time, as if the prior ten times haven’t sunk in yet. You have memorized your route … to a secluded mansion on the hill over looking the sea. You have trouble staying beneath the speed limit while your heart races with anticipation. Finally reaching your destination, you are burning with desire – you know it’s dangerous to go to the house of a man that you have never met… but you must, something inside tells you that you must go – its your destiny to go, you cannot avoid it. You stand in front of the massive door for what seemed like eternity – just looking, listening, hoping to get a glimpse of the mysterious man you are to meet. Finally you gain enough courage to knock on the door to the home of your mystery man. No answer – you knock again. Still no answer, and as you begin to knock a third time, the door gently swings open to reveal a grand entrance. The entrance was empty except for a small marble table positioned exactly in the middle of the room. Upon the table was a small black box, and from the doorway you can see attached to the box is a small card upon which your name is written. You cannot resist the temptation to enter through the doorway. Throwing all caution to the wind, you rush to the table and pausing briefly, gently pick up the card. Before you can read it, the massive door shuts behind you confirming your suspicion that you were being watched. Your nervousness soon turns to excitement, and you slowly look back to the card trembling in your hands. WELCOME TO YOUR DESTINY REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES AND PLACE THEM ON THIS TABLE OPEN THIS BOX, AND PUT ON ITS CONTENTS You look around, knowing that you are being watched – but from where? There are no windows, there are no doors, but you are sure you are being watched nonetheless. For an instant, you want to leave, but you can’t. Not because the door won’t open, but because you must meet this mysterious man – the man that has captivated you for so long, and the man that has shared so many emotions with you even having never met or spoken to you before. You cannot leave, for if you do, you will always wonder if he was indeed the man of your dreams, the man of your desires. Slowly, you begin to remove your clothes – first you shoes, unlacing the straps of you heels slowly as if you are intentionally delaying the inevitable. Your blouse, already partly un-buttoned from the hot drive, falls easily from your shoulders and drops to the floor revealing your beautiful breasts which pulse quickly from your heartbeats beneath. With a flick of your wrist, your skirt cascades to the floor and you slowly step away, standing only in your chaste white panties. Curiosity prevails and finally, you open that little black box, only to reveal that it contains a pair of panties - not ordinary panties… but leather panties, studded from front to back with shiny steel studs that are enticing, exciting. You cannot resist the temptation to place this leather against your skin, so your panties dropped as |
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Not traditional and i loved it!
