My Big Mistake

Since it was Saturday, I wanted to add some risk to my self-bondage game. This game was influenced by something I saw online. I'd wanted to try it, with the urge to do so getting very strong lately. It wasn't complicated, just taking a few added items for me to prepare.

To put it into action, this time I called my good friend Molly. "Good morning. Would you like to come to my house and have some lunch and chat? It's been a while since we've had time to catch up." When she agreed that she'd like that, I stated, "Can you please be here promptly at noon?" I figured that would give me plenty of time for some self-bondage.

Molly and I have been best friends since we attended the same college. I'd always found her sexy, observing that she was more dominant and stronger than me. Whenever I saw her, my heart sped up, and I took deeper breaths. Those breaths made me aware of her enticing scent, and my nipples perked right up inside my bra. However, I never said anything about being attracted to her in that manner, not wanting to do anything to harm our friendship.

One important aspect of this game was the note, so, following the directions, I wrote that note to her. It read: "I am your slave. I want you to be my Mistress for the day." Just to add more danger to my game, I also placed a set of my keys into the envelope along with the note and then sealed it. Placing her name on the sealed envelope, I taped it on my front door. Of course I never intended for her to even see it. I'd die of shame and mortification if she ever found and read it. Since the envelope was outside my apartment door, I had my spare keys in my kitchen on the floor.

Also, I moved some furniture so I'd be the center of attraction if I hadn't escaped before she opened my front door, which led directly into my living room. I'd bought the necessary supplies ahead of time, adding them to some I had already. The idea was that I would play the damsel in distress before she came. And I had a clock that would tick loudly, and chime the hour and the half hour to help me keep track of the time.

Wanting to push my luck, I decided to be completely naked. Being so exposed and vulnerable really excited me. Placing myself naked in the center of the living room, I used leather belts to draw my ankles up to my thighs on both legs, with their buckles out of reach behind my thighs. Next I secured my bondage belt around my waist, securing it snugly in the middle of my back. This belt has a large metal ring fixed to the wide leather belt in the front of my waist. My heart had already sped up, but the best was yet to come.

Next, I grabbed my handcuffs and closed one side on my left wrist -- I just love the ratcheting sound it makes when it's squeezed shut. This event got my heart racing. The remaining cuff, while it was in it wide open positions, passed easily through that metal ring in front of my waist. Placing the open cuff against my right wrist, I managed to close by carefully reaching over the center with my left hand. Once that cuff was closed, both my wrists were secured snugly but not too tight, down near my waist. Definitely a damsel in distress, and my cheeks heated with humiliation as my nipples stiffened in reaction to my plight. The idea was that, restrained as I was, I would have get up onto my knees as my 'back legs'. My chest and chin would be on the floor, and my trapped arms would have to 'row' me to the spare keys so I could free myself.

But something went wrong. As I ended up sitting with my bound legs and knees near my chest, I started wobbling a bit because I felt off balance. Suddenly I tipped over and found myself on my back! I even bumped my head which stunned me, but thankfully I never lost consciousness. I'm not certain how long I allowed myself to rest and recover. But when I tried to roll forward and up onto my 'legs' I found I couldn't -- I was feeling like a turtle stuck on my back when I was trying to get up.

After a while of struggling, I realized that I was stuck and really couldn't sit up. My hands were held close to my waist and I couldn't use them for leverage. I was stuck there on the floor with my legs spread wide apart and my most intimate area on display, facing the front door. I began to hyperventilate with worry, which only made me dizzy. Trying to roll onto my side didn't help at all and I couldn't reach either belt to free my legs. I realized I was in a real fix! I was helpless and naked, time was passing at what now felt like a swift pace, and I needed to get free. I tried moving to the kitchen for my emergency keys, but I could only move less than an inch at a time and rapidly exhausted myself trying. I rested there, staring at the ceiling and wondering how I was going to get out of this one. I had over an hour before she was due to arrive. Or so I thought.

Shocked, I heard a car pull up early. After a brief pause a car door slammed, which was followed by a knock at my door. Receiving no reply, she tried the door knob and the front door opened. Molly stood framed in the opened doorway and spotted me in my current pose. My heart stopped at that moment as my intestines seemed to twist into knots. She gasped in surprise, then noticed the envelope with her name on it still stuck to the door. Opening it, she took out the keys, shut the door and read the message out loud, as I turned red or purple with humiliation.

"Well, well, Samantha is a slut," Molly murmured. She put her purse down and pulled out her phone and took picture after picture of me while I was helpless and naked. Closeups of my wide eyes, crimson cheeks and shocked expression seemed to amuse her, as did closeups of my erect nipples and crinkled areolae. She even took pictures of my pussy with my legs wide apart! I thought this couldn't get any more humiliating, but I was wrong. Her hand went to my clit hood and her fingers slowly peeled that tissue back, exposing my stiffened, throbbing clit. No one had ever seen it before -- or touched it -- or... oh my gawd! No one had ever suckled it before! Making several very unladylike sounds as Molly mouthed my clit, I was so ashamed, but I also had to admit to myself that I was more excited than I think I'd ever been. "What's done is done, and there's no going back now," I thought to myself, resigned to the moment. And even if I could've stopped my climax as she suckled me, I wouldn't have traded that sensation for anything.

Panting, I closed my eyes so I could visualize and pretend that I was a captive of hers. Very soon, I became aware of the sound of the front door being locked. That made me open my eyes, only to see Molly removing her clothes. Letting me see her naked body made me aware that she was even more gorgeous than I'd ever imagined. Unconcerned that she was wearing nothing but her skin, she walked up to me, tilted my legs back even more and slapped my ass. "Why didn't you ever tell me before about your interests?" she scolded.

It was obviously not a rhetorical question. So I answered, "Over the years, I've given small hints, but since you showed no signs of responding, I stopped. I thought if I continued, you might get offended, and I didn't want to lose my best friend."

She grinned, informing me, "You didn't lose a friend... you gained a Mistress." After staring at me for a while, she asked, "So are you OK or do you need to be released?"

Shyly, I replied, "I'm OK Mistress, and I don't need to be released."

She smiled and scooted down with her head between my legs. Holding my thighs wide open she started to kiss and lick me. My body stiffened with immediate pleasure. I'd never felt sensations like these before... well, except for now and a few minutes earlier, I mean. She continued licking. I was amazed at how quickly my body was responding again -- soon I was soaking wet down there. I moaned and whispered, "Please keep doing that, Mistress!" I was even more dumbfounded to learn that the sensations were even more arousing if I fought against my restraints. I wasn't trying to free myself -- I was just marveling at how it intensified my pleasure as I came.

Molly, with her mouth dripping with my pussy juices, commented, "I like you caught in this vulnerable position. You're so deliciously exposed -- and I do mean delicious!" She paused to take more pictures. Many more were taken, some with her fingers spreading me open, some with her fingers inside me, and a couple of her finger toying with my exposed and available butt hole. Finally she lifted me up to a more seated position, stabilizing me with a hand on my arm, asking, "How did you get into this position?"

I confessed, "I actually did it to myself. Self-bondage is a secret game I've played... but to be extra safe, as you can see, I really need a partner. Today I was really stuck, although I was hoping to be free before you came. But you caught me. Please tell me, Mistress -- why did you take all those pictures?"

"They're to control you, silly girl. I might want a whore to service me at my beck and call."

I blushed and kissed her, promising, "Anytime at all, Mistress."

Molly said, "In that case, we'll have to make up for all the lost time." I smiled and agreed. She retrieved the key and opened up one handcuff, threading it through the belt ring so my hands were no longer trapped in front of my waist. Next she removed the belts that kept my legs secured to the back of my thighs. Being able to stretch out my legs again was an achy sort of bliss. "Now go and fetch me a large, fluffy towel, girl," she commanded me.

I rushed to do her bidding. When I handed her the towel, she folded it in a certain manner and placed most of it near the edge of a seat on the sofa, with the 'tail' of the towel dangling off the edge and onto the carpet below. Then she seated herself on the towel with her sexual area positioned well forward and out over the edge, as she placed several of the sofa's throw pillows behind her and leaned back with her knees well apart. "OK, my silly little girl. I made you cum a couple of times, so kneel between my knees and give me an orgasm too. I want you to drink my juices and cum, and your fingers and mouth are available for this purpose."

To me, this was like a dream come true. Not only was I seeing Molly nude, and with her thighs spread apart to display her pussy -- she also was demanding that I perform my best efforts at cunnilingus to make her climax into my mouth! I remembered how aroused I'd gotten just from being kissed and licked down there, so I started in a similar manner. Since her butt was hanging out in space off the forward edge of the seat, I was also able to lick her butt hole itself several times. She seemed to shudder as she made a sound of pleasure as I did this, so as I started kissing and licking her pussy lips themselves, I also teased her dampened butt hole with a gentle finger.

Instead of drawing away from that threatened anal penetration, Molly actually shifted forward a little, just enough to force my fingertip through her anal ring! That may have caused her pussy lubrication to kick into high gear, because her furrow started leaking her aromatic pussy juices. I eagerly lapped at those, and shoved her pussy lips apart with a stiffer tongue to plunge into the source of her honey. Now I knew why it is sometimes called a honey pot. At first the fluids were actually more salty, but when my finger wriggled inside her butt, and my tongue tip stroked the tissues deep to her clit... those same tissues that formed the roof of her tunnel from this angle, she gasped, grasped my head, and moaned loudly as she had her first orgasm of that day. And the cum juices she now expelled were definitely sweeter!

I sucked and swallowed what I could, and pressed my tongue even deeper, hoping for more. Her voice rasped in my ears, "Ease off, pet... we have all day." And she was right. In my eagerness to please her I was being too greedy. So I shifted to slowly kissing her mound and pussy lips once again, and nuzzling those soft fragrant tissues with my lips and cheeks. But now I understood why my wise Mistress had dangled the 'tail' of that folded towel downward. If she hadn't, the fluids trickling down my face and oozing from her pussy would've dripped all over the carpet.

With time out for re-hydration, eating light snacks, showering off sweat, and cuddling we got to know one another a lot more intimately during that afternoon and evening. The handcuffs dangling from my one wrist were a constant reminder that I was hers now -- that she'd claimed me, and I was thrilled. Together, we found a questionnaire about BDSM activities, and Mistress Molly had me answer for each action: a) would I love to do it, b) have I never done it but I'm interested in trying, or c) would I hate doing it since it would be a complete turn off. For some of the items we actually had to look up their meaning. What an eye opener! We also discussed two safewords I could use to signal that I wanted things to slow down, or that I wanted things to stop immediately. Sharing this information made me feel more confident and trusting towards my Mistress.

Later in the early evening, we had a little contest. Mistress had us spread a big blanket out on the living room carpet. Then she had us get down on our sides, with me facing her pussy while she was facing mine. Following her directions, we each slid one hand beneath the other person's lower thigh, while our other hand reached up and over the person's upper thigh. That let us both grab the other person's butt cheeks for leverage. At her signal, we both started licking, drilling, and sucking our partner's pussy with our tongues and mouths. The contest was to see who could make the other one climax first.

Poking my tongue into Mistress's honey pot, I started fluttering my tongue, tasting her juices. Remembering how she'd reacted when I licked her butt hole, I got an impish impulse. My tongue couldn't reach that opening, but my finger could. Blindly, I felt along her ass crack for her puckered opening. Once I located it, I teased the area around it and then started pressing inward. Mistress started lubing faster, giving me more to swallow. But I probably shouldn't have given her that idea. Seconds later, she must've coated her finger with saliva, because it unerringly located my own butt hole and penetrated my ass deeply, wriggling erotically in my depths, quickly arousing me. As if that wasn't enough, her lips had claimed my clit, softly but maddeningly stimulating its sensitive, throbbing tissues. An orgasm exploded in my depths, and I was cumming like a string of firecrackers one after another.

I'd lost. My penalty was that I had to give Mistress Molly twice as many orgasmic releases, which admittedly took me less than 20 minutes. Then we snuggled together on the sofa wrapped in the blanket from the floor, and watched a movie together. When that movie ended, it was now late evening. She pulled me by the handcuff still on my wrist to my bedroom. There she cuffed me to the bed frame. Nestled together, we settled down to drift off to sleep. I thought back to how my morning had started and compared it to our most recent interactions. I had a difficult time believing how my world had so suddenly changed. I was very happy and for a while I watched her sleep next to me, brushing her hair out of the way. We'd missed a lot of time sharing these things and I looked forward to what might come. So what I thought was my big mistake in that self-bondage challenge turned out to have wonderful results!

It wasn't long before I wanted to be with her more and more, so we decided we could try having me live with her. She had a spare bedroom in her house. Sometimes she even took me into her bed, but mostly I had my own room, so I no longer needed my apartment. On this particular day, Mistress woke me up and informed me we had things to do and places to go. I hurried and she was already fixing her hair but I was only seconds behind in our race to get ready. She informed me it was warm out and I should wear a skirt. This usually signals that I should put on no underwear at all. I was correct, since it was already our understanding.

We got into the car and were off. It was a nice day and I always enjoy not wearing anything under my clothes since I could imagine that everyone that looked at me was guessing my barely concealed nudity. We drove out to the mega hardware store and she pulled in and stopped. Before we got out she slipped a hand inside my blouse, and also reached under my skirt to make sure I had followed orders. The hand inside my blouse made me purr with delight as she squeezed and fondled my bare breast. However, the hand that reached under my skirt made me jerk and squeal as it suddenly digitally penetrated my honey pot. Mistress even ostentatiously licked her fingers clean, not caring if anyone saw. People were walking by and I wasn't sure if they noticed anything, but I was blushing pretty red.

I followed her as she started to cruise up and down the aisles looking for something. She finally stopped at a rack holding spools of rope and chain of different sizes. As she was studying them she said, "Pet, find a clerk to help me here." It was a huge place, and employees all wore distinctive vests. I found several, but they were all busy with other customers. Frustrated, I decided I'd been gone too long and headed back to where she was. I was about to apologize for my failure, but she smiled when she saw me. "Soon after you went looking, an employee came from the other direction and helped me, pet. But now you can carry this bag for me since I've finished my purchases."

We got back into the car and headed to a strip mall not far away. There were flags and balloons signaling that a new store had opened. It turned out to be a pet store. We entered an I made a beeline to the store section where they had the puppies and kittens. They were so cute, and their antics were adorable. In my reverie, I'd lost sight of Mistress so I set out in search of her. I was in some display aisle when I heard her call my name nearby. So I hurried to her, since I'd learned that if she had to call twice, I could be punished later.

When I reached her, I saw that again she'd made her purchase, and handed me the bag to carry as we left the store and headed home. As we drove along, she said, "Wow, isn't it turning out to be a lovely day?" That seemed to be a rhetorical question, so I just smiled my agreement. The weird thing is that she made similar statements several times during our drive home. I was almost certain that some plan was forming in her wonderfully kinky mind. My imagination drifted to several possible scenes of submission, and I became a little excited.

We arrived home and once we were inside, she commanded, "Go up to your room and put your black collar on." This is a tall leather collar and has rings around the outside. I was in for a long day, I feared, smiling. She hadn't said to put anything else on but the collar, so that is how I dressed.

Mistress called up to me as I was getting ready, "Also bring the handcuffs, pet." This command always sends a thrill through me because I know I cannot escape from them which for some reason really turns me on, and she knows it.

Coming back downstairs, I entered the living room carrying the handcuffs and naked except for the collar. Only Mistress was present, so it looked like she was not going to have me perform in front of an audience. The two shopping bags sat beside her on the floor. As I handed her the handcuffs, she lifted the one bag and pulled out a chain choker commonly used on dogs. She formed a smooth loop of metal links, placing it over my head. Thankfully this choker lacked any spikes. Mistress cuffed my hands behind me, lifting them up higher while she connected the handcuff links to the free end of the choker. This forced me to keep my hands high up on my back. If I tried to lower them, that action would tighten the loop on my neck.

She took me by the arm and walked me out to our back deck and had me kneel on a towel and then placed the loop of yet another choker chain around my neck. As she opened the second bag, she pulled out some chain. Looping the chain ends around each of my ankles she locked the chain in place with a small lock on each end. The middle of that chain was locked to the free end of the second choker with a third small lock. None were tight but at that point I couldn't stand or lower my hands. If I tried to stand one choker would tighten, and if I lowered my hands the other one would tighten. I found that if I sat back on my heels, everything was fine. That is, it was fine other than my being helpless and naked outside.

She left me there for a long time, letting me wonder if she was inviting any friends over. She did make eye contact with me from time to time, so I didn't feel abandoned -- just on display. Finally, she came back outside to say, "Supper is ready." She released my leg chain from that choker and used the end of the now loose choker as a leash to walk me, still hobbled, back into the house. Once we were there, she sat me in a wooden chair and used a piece of chain to connect it to my free choker chain, lengthening it a bit. Then from behind, she pulled the center of my leg chain back under the chair and locked it on the lower end of the dangling choker chain. Now I was relatively immobilized on that chair. Her focused control of me was quite gratifying. She fed me like it was an action performed at any given normal meal, asking me questions about how I'm doing and how was my day.

I replied, "Mistress, I had a wonderful day because my Mistress loves me and controls me for my own good." It was the correct answer because she kissed me and fondled my naked breasts and pussy. It was her right to do so, because I was thrilled to be her plaything.

A couple of months later, Mistress Molly and I were a lot more comfortable in our relationship, and she was gradually helping me try out some of the items on the BDSM checklist that I was curious about and wanted to try.

One Friday night, I was reading a book and sitting with my Mistress in our living room. She was reading the paper when she announced, "Samantha, we're going to the movies tomorrow to a matinee showing of an action film." It starred a good actor known for his action movies. To me, such an outing was very special since for the last couple of months the theaters were screening what I thought were crap movies. I was looking forward to indulging in popcorn with a drink and enjoying the movie with her.

Mistress continued, "Tomorrow, I want you to wear that summer dress to the movies, because you look so pretty in it. In fact, I will lay out exactly what I want my pet to wear." That was that... she had spoken and I would obey. I was up early the next morning and checked the house so it was neat and clean. Mistress said, "You'd better get changed and get ready to go." On our bed I saw my half cup bra and white panties, along with the summer dress she liked, plus some sandals. I had an idea she was up to something but had no real clue, so I shrugged and put it all on. I liked being surprised by the kinky things she dreams up.

The movie theater we went to was a Cineplex, a place that shows maybe a dozen movies at a time. This is possible because a very large building has been carved up in to lots of small screening rooms. Since this was an early show, there weren't many people in our little theater, maybe six or so. As we entered I saw it had an upper and lower section with a open wide isle between for wheelchairs. There were blank spots open to park such chairs and as a safety feature they had a heavy pipe railing along the bottom of the upper section to prevent people from tumbling onto the wheelchair area.

For a good view of the screen, Mistress selected two seats in the upper section right in front of the railing. The other people in our theater were nowhere near us. Our posh seats had cup holders for our drinks, and we placed our popcorn on the empty seats to either side of us. We were fairly well settled in as the lights dimmed and went out, and the previews came on. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mistress reaching for her jacket and leaning down. It looked like she'd dropped something.

My eyelids flew wide open as I felt a rapid release leg cuff touch my ankle, accompanied by an almost silent ratcheting sound as it closed on it. Moments later, my other ankle was similarly secured. I learned that Mistress had passed the leg cuff chain around the base of the pipe railing support in front of me. Mistress whispered in my ear, "You'd better sit very quietly, pet, or that chain will make a lot of noise in this darkened theater. An usher might be sent to check and discover you like this."

I ate some popcorn and sipped my drink during the previews of coming attractions, but was a little scared as we began watching the movie. The air-conditioned theater was cold so I felt my nipples perking up, getting hard and standing out against my thin dress material. In a calm part of the film, Mistress started to pull my dress up and touched my pussy lips through my white panties. She ran her fingers along my lips and pressed in a little on my furrow between them, all the while with her eyes focused on the screen. I was squirming in my seat, because as the sensations intensified, I became scared she'd make me cum! I didn't know if I could stay quiet if she pushed me over the edge. Her attention and our current semi-public situation didn't help calm me down -- it actually did the opposite. My foot shifted a little and the chain made noise during all this but no one seemed to notice.

Being bound in public was one of the concepts that I'd indicated that I was interested in experiencing and she was letting me see what it's like. Mistress brought me to the edge three times but I held on, exerting enough will power to prevent myself from orgasm. Even so, my pussy reacted quite a bit, getting wet and my panties were fairly sopping with my juices. I was forced to sit through the rest of the movie with wet panties. I confess that I don't remember much of the film, but my ever thoughtful Mistress did bring me back to actually watch the movie two days later and we both enjoyed it. Oddly enough, I guess my pussy remembered the movie because even though all we did was cuddle, drink our drinks and eat popcorn, my untouched pussy still dampened all on its own during that later showing.

Anyway, back to my current experience. As the final credits were rolling on the screen, Mistress quietly released my ankles and stuffed her leg cuffs back into her jacket. As the lights lit up the theater again, I ran to the side exit, fearing my dress was wet in back. As soon as we got in her car, she again cuffed my ankles, connecting their chain to an anchor point under my seat. Moving the car to a deserted area of the lot, she continued to play with me, but this time she went all the way, forcing me to cum hard. As I did, I felt my dress getting quite wet in back. That's when she reached in the rear seat and produced a white towel for me to sit on. She had it planned all along and was ready, and better late than never -- it might help protect the car seats somewhat. Mentally, I was in another world of bliss -- serving my Mistress, happily pleasing her.

She started to drive home when she announced, "Oh yes. We need to stop at the grocery store so I can pick up a few things for dinner. I don't think you'll want to walk through the crowded store with your dress soaked and smelling of sex, so you can wait in the car. I shouldn't be long." I was busy quivering from my post-orgasmic aftershocks and having a difficult time focusing on her words. However, with the bright sun out, she'd left me in the car with the power windows rolled up, and its interior got hot very quickly. Since they were power windows, I had no way to open them without the car's key in its ignition. When she got back, I was covered in sweat, my thin dress clinging to me with my breasts showing through, and my sweaty hair drooping. I looked like and felt like a mess. We reached home where she released me from the car seat anchor. My legs were still cuffed together at my ankles, but I started moving toward our front door as fast as my cuffed legs would allow, wanting to reach the cooler air-conditioning inside.

However, Mistress had other ideas. She grabbed my arm, pulling me out back behind the house. There we went over to a tree that was quite familiar to me, because I'd been secured there before. Near the base of the tree was a prepared anchor point to which she attached my leg chains. She then went to the side of the house and came back carrying a hose with a spray nozzle. I shrieked as she proceeded to soak me with water. The water already in the hose felt warm from the sun, but the fresher water behind it became briskly cold. My dress clung to my body almost transparently, with my engorged nipples poking forward against the material. My hair was soaked too, but the spritzing did have the side effect of washing off my sweat, and cooling me down.

As I sat there imagining I looked like a drowned otter Mistress warned me, "You'd better be good because things could be worse." After that, I was left out there on display like that for about a couple of hours I guessed. I wasn't pleased about being left alone for so long and that lack of submission must've shown on my face when she returned. As she'd promised, things did get worse. She released my ankles and pulled off my panties and my almost dry dress before she cuffed my hands around the tree.

My bare ass and crotch were pressed against the grass beneath me. I was exposed fully nude and felt a bit apprehensive since I was now hugging the tree with my breasts rubbing against its rough bark. Therefore I had to take shallow breaths -- deeper ones would scratch my nipples against the tree. Mistress also reconnected my ankles chain to an anchor point on the far side of the trunk, so I had to spread my legs a bit... one on either side of the tree's base, almost as if I was trying to hump that tree trunk. The residual water drops on my skin were cold, making me shiver as my body heat gradually evaporated them.

The day grew later and the sun faded behind some clouds on the horizon. Since it was now dinnertime, Mistress started the charcoal in the grill we had up on the back deck. As she cooked our hamburgers, she chatted with me, telling me how enjoyable it was having her pet on display. I was happier now, since she was with me and interacting with me -- it was infinitely better than being left alone. I tried to ignore the itch I felt on one of my shoulder blades, since I couldn't reach it or rub it against anything. If I gripped the tree with my thighs, I could probably hump my clit against the trunk, but its bark was too rough to even try that.

Since Mistress was grilling our dinner, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd invited a few friends to dine with us. If so, they'd see me naked and bound to this tree. After their initial shock, they might laugh at my predicament, which would be mortifying. The strange thing was that I was in two minds about such an encounter -- hoping that Mistress hadn't invited friends over... and yet, possibly hoping she had! Maybe I have a streak of exhibitionism in me, because the more I visualized being the center of attention like this, the more arousing it seemed to be. I'd have to discuss these strange emotions with her sometime soon, since we were still learning about each other. Maybe it would please her to do something like that.

"The burgers are almost done," she stated as she came and freed my ankles first. Then as she opened one handcuff from my wrist, she brought my hands behind my back and secured my wrists together back there. In my now awkward position, she had to help me get up onto my feet. Leading me to the deck, she had me sit in a chair with my hands still behind my back and proceeded to feed me, along with herself. No other people appeared, to my relief... or was it my chagrin? However, focusing on the current reality, it felt so good being with her and having her taking care of me like this. After we'd finished eating she placed the plates and utensils in the kitchen sink for me to clean tomorrow.

Leading me to the bathroom, she opened the handcuffs long enough to let me shrug and roll my shoulders for some relief then cuffed my hands behind my back again. I could tell she was in a mood to control me completely, and I reveled in it. Stripping naked herself, she took us into the shower together. She washed me quite thoroughly from head to toe, paying special attention to my hair, neck, breasts, pussy and butt. When she was satisfied that we were both squeaky clean, she dried off and dried me off before she finally removed the handcuffs. Donning her robe, she kissed me with dizzying passion as she wrapped me in a big white robe. Going to the sofa, we watched some TV as I sat next to her, cuddled in her loving embrace.

The end of a perfect day.