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Erotic Bondage With An Emphasis On Sex While Bound And The Psychology Of BDSM!

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"Sorry to disturb you, Francesca but Matt set me to pick up a suit. I won't be long. He said it was in the wardrobe."

He walked straight over to it, opened the door and considered the contents intently. Francesca knew he had seen her and that she was naked and tied up, but he was behaving as if this was perfectly normal. She made a few attempts at calling for help but the tea towel was filling her mouth and the words were not clear.

"I'm sorry did you want me to help you?"

Having got his attention she wiggled and mewed her encouragement for him to free her. He approached and she presented her back to him as best she could, so that he could release her. She could not now see him but the expected freedom did not come. She felt him touch the ropes but there was no loosening just a little tuggin

"The ropes seem perfectly secure. I will just adjust this one. It has loosened slightly."

There was pressure on her left wrist as he tightened the knot. Francesca was both amazed and confused. She struggled violently, shaking her head and trying to say no but the gag was quite effective.

"You want me to free you?"

Francesca nodded vigorously.

"I couldn't do that. Matt must have known I would find you here and it would be wrong for me to interfere."

Francesca shook her head.

"Matt does not know?"

More head shaking.

"Well, I had better leave you here for him to find then. I'm sure that if I was married I would want to know that my wife ties herself up for kicks."

That insight was a shock to her. He had already decided that she had done this to herself and that she had somehow got herself stuck. He had even ensured that the small chance of freeing her left hand was gone. Francesca knew that he was playing with her but there was nothing she could do. She was seething inside but all she could do was shake her head and struggle against her bonds.

Paul got up as if to leave.

"There is a way I might be persuaded, but I doubt if you would agree."

"Take the gag out," she mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Take the gag out," she said as slowly and deliberately as she could.

She was sure he understood, but still he hesitated. Then she felt him fumble at the knot behind her head.

"Remember I can easily put it back," he said sternly.

"Are you going to untie me or not?" she gasped. Her mouth was dry from both the fear and the presence of the tea towel.

"That depends," he said guardedly.

"On what?"

"Whether you are willing to satisfy me."

"My legs are tied together," she reminded him.

"I could release them first, besides, there are other ways," he said flatly.

"You are kidding," she gasped. Francesca could hardly believe what she was hearing and seeing. It was not rape, in the strict sense of the word, but it was sex nonetheless. What is more there would be no satisfaction for her, just a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Actually. No I'm not." He unceremoniously dropped his trousers and pants and stood in front of her. His prick stood proudly to attention with a hint of pre-cum already moistening the tip. She looked at it disgustedly.

"If you think I'm going to suck your cock while still trussed up like a chicken you ..." Her outburst was short lived and cut short.

The gag was swiftly replaced causing the end of her sentence to disappear into muffles. His intentions were now clear. In other circumstances she would have welcomed such advances. She had no problems with cunnilingus, if she was honest she would have to admit that she quite enjoyed it, but now she was at a severe disadvantage. If he left her she would remain as she was until Matt got home, which involved both great physical discomfort being held in one position for so long and the complication of explaining herself to him. On the other hand she had no idea exactly of what Paul would require of her, or whether he would still tell Matt when he saw him later on, or even if he would release her at all. Even if she complied he might still not free her.

"As you like," said Paul quietly, "I must be off now." He started to pull up his clothes. Francesca struggled to get his attention again. He could not leave her like this!

"You were saying?" He looked at her straight in the eyes.

Francesca lowered her eyes submissively. She was beaten and she knew it. The gag came off again.

"You bastard," she said quietly.

"Now now, that is no way to talk to your rescuer."

"Release me."

"Not yet, I want some relief first." His voice was quiet but firm.

Francesca made a convincing effort to change her position but the hog-tie was too restrictive.

"I can't do anything like this you will have to untie me," she wheedled.

"I think not, at least not completely." He smiled disarmingly. "Maybe just one cut," he mused. "You have some scissors?"

"In the dressing table, middle drawer." She tried to point with her head but it was difficult trussed as she was.

Paul pulled his feet out of his pants and walked over to the dresser. He looked slightly comical his upper body perfectly groomed, wearing a jacket and tie, but no trousers, with his shoes and socks still on, but Francesca was not laughing. He came back and snipped the link between her hands and legs, but before she could move he tied off the loose ends running the longer one around both her wrists before knotting it neatly. Any chance of escape was now gone. She was at his mercy. He lifted under her arms pulling her to a kneeling position with her head directly in line with his engorged cock.

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