Her Secret

Quiet, reserved...who would have known? So it came to be one day that the short stories she wrote of slaves and their masters were discovered by her boyfriend. He confessed his finding the writings of her passion and asked her if she would enjoy an evening existing as a character from her mind. He admitted her vivid stories put some ideas in his mind also.

So it was to be that she was ordered to enter their candlelit bedroom and he demanded her to strip to her underwear. She was told to kneel as he placed the restraints on her wrists. She voiced a shy admission to being arroused. He responded with a remark to the effect of slaves should only be seen and not heard. Then he took a scarf and gagged her.

To her delight, he was having a much easier time working into his character as opposed to her. He fastened a collar around her neck and connected a length of chain to it. He gave it a yank and asked if they should procede to chapter two. He pulled out her gag and she said, "chapter two please".