? Gradually, Ipulled away.? She earnestly attempted tomaintain the contact, but with her properly worn garment, she was unable torise up without diff...culty.? Faintly Iheard a sigh and I imagined her shoulders slumped abit,but it would never show physically as the brassiere restricted that sort ofmovement.? I stepped around in front ofher and looked down on her with pride.? ?Now is thetime for you to choose your Safe word, my pet?, as I gently patted her on thehead, she let out a slight giggle. Squinting her eyes she slowly opened them. Everything was hazy and blurry as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, eventually things began to focus and she was able to look at her surroundings. She was in a basement of sorts, a window near the ceiling provided the illumination for the room as she looked out at the blue sky. She was tied to a bed by handcuffs, her legs bound by leather cuffs, which joined onto chains connected to the corners of the bed. She was still fully clothed. It was all connected by one fact and one alone: I was yours and I wouldn’t give away what was yours to someone else.“I didn’t dare tell you how I really felt about you, of course. That would let Mom and Dad know and they wouldn’t let you near me for a year. But yes, even my morals, everything, that would have been tossed aside for you. Period. No question of it. If you knocked me up, I wouldn’t have snitched on you at all. I would have basked in the knowledge that I carried your child in my. This was the first time I noticed Wendy’s nipples. Her nipples were hard and looked like targets through her shirt. I lay on top of her and gave her another kiss. I broke the kiss by moving to her neck (her spot), but I didn’t stay long. I kissed her collarbone, her breasts through her shirt, and finally lifted up her shirt just enough to reveal her stomach to kiss that. At this time, my hands moved from her back to her panties. Wet. She was ready for me. I took them off and placed them in the.