She helped me back up on the bed and reapplied my bondage. Then Marti turned on the tv and put it on a porn channel that I had subscribed to. It was non-stop, twenty-four hour porn.
“Enjoy yourself, slave. I’ll be back later, and we’ll have some more fun.”
She left, locking the door behind her. In one way I was upset with her leaving me like this, but I was getting the bondage that I’ve always craved. I watched an all-male orgy, two women whipping a guy hung up by his wrists and a steady stream of college girls giving some freshman guy a never-ending, unsatisfying blow job. Between each episode there were advertisements for bondage clubs in New York, St. Louis and San Francisco. There was one for an adult store called Leather Links and even a high-priced dominatrix or two. And that was j
