My friend at work had recommended it. The mannequin in the window wore high cut silk French knickers in soft pink and a matching push up bra with a bu...gundy velvet ribbon in the middle. The price tag read £250. I cringed, but rang on the doorbell anyway, telling myself that I deserved this treat.The girl at the door was stunning. Tall, olive skin, green eyes and long black hair with a curl. She looked me up and down and smiled. I couldn't help but notice the pink lace trim bordering her swollen. Pain and kink and bondage and even more extreme stuff. I sayI want to learn it all. Luke says you need to learn to always trust me andnever tell me know.I think back to things we were taught about being careful online and withstrangers. What Luke was doing was nothing more than conditioning me to beand do exactly what he wants. He is making me into his personal sexoutlet. But I trust him, and I love him and his body. I say ok. He says hewill work on making my fantasies come true.We laid there. By the time I was able to break the wires on my right leg I had ripped a lot of skin off my ankle and it was bleeding quite a lot.With my legs free, I was able to release the strain on my arms but I wasn't able to loosen the knots in the wire, only having my teeth to work with. I ended up having to try to break the wires that bound my wrist the same way I had the ones on my ankles. By the time I got my right wrist free, it was bleeding nearly as bad as my right ankle. With both legs and my. ”“Do you have a vibrator?”She looked shocked momentarily, and then a look of embarrassment lit her face. “Y... yes I do have one,” she said softly. “I had to buy one a long time ago.”“Hey, there’s no need to feel guilty about having one,” I told her. ”The vast majority of women will have one tucked away in a drawer somewhere.”She smiled and then went to her dressing table. She reached into the back of her knicker drawer and pulled out a pink Lelo. Cherie had one too and on a couple of occasions.