My butt hurt as I sat down.The rest of the day was reasonably quiet apart from when the postman arrived. I had to go and let him in. As I was signing ...or a package I could see that he was staring at my chest. I felt my nipples get even harder and start to throb.I started looking for skirts and tops on the internet. It didn’t take me long to find some obscenely short ones. How any girl could wear a skirt that short I just didn’t know. Then I remembered why I was looking at them. I blushed a. . I'm checking how much money I had."We have to hang out here for a minute." she says. What? Why? We browse the toys on the wall. Her beautiful long blonde hair hangs almost to her ass as she looks up at the toys. Now I think I know what she's doing. Bait. Is she experienced or just improvising?She never looked back to see who might be watching us. The place wasn't really crowded or anything but it was a Friday night and we'd been out having dinner and drinks.She made her way to the booths.. It was a sight that never failed to mesmerize, yet he dreaded it. For there, amid the ceaseless motion of heat and light danced memories of a life past and gone. Eyes focused on nothing, his mind held onto flames buried deep inside. Glowing brightly against the contrast of night, wall beams and rafters lay exposed like the ribs of a desiccated cadaver. Flames threw a searing heat painfully against his face, sucking the moisture from his eyes, yet he could not look away. He could not move. Even. 5 cm (about one inch), and it sure looked small. Dave locked the chastity device on. It was tricky, and he had to keep from getting excited, but he finally managed. As he clicked it shut, locking it and passing control over to the website transmitter, he could feel the nasty spikes as his now locked cock expanded in its cage... Ouch!Next was the bondage collar. It went on nice and easy, and it was more snug than Dave would have liked, but it would be something he could endure. Standing in front.