Chapter Six
The Game
“Good morning, sleepy head. How’s my little slave today?”
Her voice had awakened me from a much needed sleep. In spite of still being bound to the bench, I had slept extremely well. When I finally opened my eyes, I realized that I was right. My head still wore Marcy’s hot pink thong.
Samantha released the bonds that had held me throughout the night, but I just lay there, unable to move. Every muscle was a little stiff and uncooperative. Last night’s ordeal had been tough. The self-inflicted bondage was by far the worst five hours that I’d ever spent. I hope that I learned a valuable lesson. Extreme care must be taken in the future. I have no one to blame but myself. I was careless, over-anxious and a little too eager to please her. She knew what I did was enough.
