Martyr Bondage
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"Expressed Interest"
🕑 Added 2022-04-26 01:00:04 +0000 UTC It had been Carissa’s third date with the handsome man she had met on a popular dating app just several weeks prior. Things had been going well and she thought that tonight might be the night to express their infatuation with one another a bit further. But Carissa had no idea of what would lie ahead. During the playful banter that Carissa and her new acquaintance had partaken in, she had hinted to the fact that she might be interested in trying out some light bondage in her previous relationships. Nothing too extreme. But a silk blindfold here and a pair of furry handcuffs there. Just enough to dive in without getting too overwhelmed by the often frowned upon stigma of this sexual adventure. Carissa’s date kept a perfect poker face throughout their conversation, acting as if he had never thought of such an exciting sexual exploration, but all the while, this had been a bucket list fantasy of his. Something he had fantasized about for a very long time, and now, the opportunity to finally bring that fantasy to life had come to fruition. And with a gorgeous girl like Carissa nonetheless. Carissa’s date plays it cool and desperately tries not to show his excitement at the thought of bringing a lifelong dream to reality. He and Carissa continue to banter and converse back and forth until the time comes to part and go their separate ways. “Well, I had a good time tonight…” Carissa says as she grasps her left forehand with her right palm and sways back and forth, looking at the ground bashfully. Her date then invites her to join him at his home for a few drinks and to stream the newest episode of a TV show the two had bonded over briefly. Carissa smiles and nods her head gleefully as the two embark on a trip toward the man’s home. A few hours later, after several drinks and a persuasive proposition, Carissa finds herself in a situation much more extreme than she had ever imagined. Her date had convinced Carissa to partake in a bit of a “trial” bondage session, but this was unlike anything Carissa had fantasized about. The man had lured Carissa into his basement and convinced her to disrobe down to her sexy and silky pantyhose, only to restrain her in a pair of handcuffs that had been suspended from the ceiling, forcing Carissa into a strappado position. Her hands are completely encased in a pair of leather bondage mittens rendering her hands and fingers utterly useless. It didn’t take long for Carissa’s protests to become silenced by a large, red rubber ballgag that Carissa’s date had used to plug her mouth, transforming her objections into muffled whimpers and moans. The man then separates Carissa’s legs wide with a metal spreader bar with a pair of cuffs wrapped around each ankle. Finally, Carissa’s date wraps a thick leather posture collar around her throat and buckles it tightly behind her neck. Carissa squirms as she can feel the presence of the man standing behind her. Her mind races with worry and anticipation as she wonders what events will transpire in the coming minutes or hours. She tugs at the metal chain that tethers her steel handcuffs to the security of the wooden rafters in this unknown basement and the home of a man she has only known for only a few weeks time.
