Working For Her 16

Abby stalked across the garage. Her high heels clicked on the concrete floor as she led me between the toys and bondage furniture. I looked around, my head almost on a swivel, my mind racing to take it all in. Yeah

Again, I felt that fear clutching at my stomach. Had I made a huge mistake in allowing this to happen? This was all a fun, sexy game, but at the same time, the handcuffs I was in were very real.

My ass was still burning from the spanking she had given me upstairs, and there was no reason to think she was going to be any more merciful now that she had me down here with all her most evil-looking toys.

I had my safe word. But would she really stop now if I asked her to? Truthfully, the thought that this was turning her on was unbelievably exciting to me. The thought of that pussy that I had been licking in the kitchen, uncovered by the underwear she had long ago discarded, getting wet with excitement at the thought of having me at her mercy, was enough to keep me as desperate as ever.

So still, despite my doubts and fears, the words ‘red light’, or even ‘yellow light’, didn’t cross my lips.