“Today,” he said, “I thought we’d try the n****e clamps out, some rope, and a buttplug. Okay?”
I nodded.
He reached for the rope we’d bought at the s*x store, took a pair of scissors from another bag. He quickly pulled out the length he needed, snipping it off.
“Stand up,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly. I was going to be good for him today.
“Turn around,” he said. I did; I was now positioned in such a way that I was facing away from him.
“I’m going to tie your hands together,” he told me.
“Clasp them behind your back, please.” His tone was even; the tone of someone who was very secure in the expectation that he would be obeyed.
I put my hands behind my back, loosely clasped together.
“This will cause some discomfort, but not too much. I’m going to tie your arms together, fr
