Filthy Billie
“Hello? Anybody home?”
Oh s**t! f**k an unlucky duckling!
The sudden loud hammering on the door of my new apartment startled me so much I jumped and lost the handcuff keys. Away they tumbled, bouncing off the bare hard mattress to the floor.
That was bad enough. The source of the boisterous voice hailing me simultaneously sent such a contradictory mix of panicked shame and excitement surging through me you’d have thought I’d caused the horrifically humiliating situation deliberately.
After all, it was this same cousin Amy who’d imbued me with my bondage obsession in the first place. Without her I’d never be lying here chained naked to my spare little metal-frame bed, just as she’s returned to startle me silly after four long years.
At least it’s not the landlord or some
