Margaret
"Please don't hurt me," Barrett begged from where he was bound spreadeagle on the bed. Pathetic thing he was, with his too-small black boxer briefs covering his inchworm of a manhood. Men always try too hard to make themselves bigger, no matter the method.
"Relax," I said, inspecting my dark red fingernails. "I don't hurt my playthings. Unless they ask."
"Then why am I tied up?" he whined. "I thought you were on my side when you came to the courthouse, then you go and do this? My parents can pay you. You want money? I can get you a lot—"
"I'm richer than your family, so no, thanks," I said mildly.
"Oh." I could see him thinking hard. "If this is a s*x thing, then I could be down for that. But if I'm being honest, I'd rather be the one doing the tying up."
I rolled my eyes. "
