The orgasm slowly started to fade away as she looked straight ahead her hands clenched. She was tied to a chair. Her wrists tied to the back of the chair so that she faced the towards the straight wooden back. Her legs and thighs were tied to the legs of the chair leaving her arse perched over the edge of the seat and very exposed. She was unable to move. Her mind went back to the dinner she was having with friends and after a glass of wine or two the conversation had roamed in the fantasy land of bondage. With a giggle she had turned to her new date saying she would love to try it and he in turn had squeezed her thigh and declared himself very up for it. Back at her flat she discovered just how dominating he liked to be. They joked about a safe word in the taxi back, and that word swam through her mind, yet with each tightening of the rope, each suck and playful bite of a nipple, she didn’t want to say it, she wanted to keep going further - to explore. The ball gag made saliva ooze do
