“Damn it!” she roared. No longer able to move, she could do little but wiggle her ass, and that only scratched the tender skin of her belly and cunt below. She was mortified thinking that Ethan was seeing her so exposed.
“I’ll just leave you to stew for a while,” Ethan told her. “You’ll appreciate your predicament better.”
“ETHAN!” she screamed, as he walked out. It seemed that several weeks’ worth of pent-up frustration was erupting. And once her captor was gone, she let it all pour out, first in agonizing wails, and then in soft muffled sobs.
Unable to do anything but relinquish to her bound state, she finally quieted. And in letting go, there appeared that strange contentment that her bondage gave her; a peace she often found so difficult. Behind the peace was something more, a
