Bondage After Dinner
From one of the blogs at Bondage.com:
He came from behind and put his hand over my mouth, tight.
I didn’t see it coming. We had just had such a nice casual dinner after finally meeting in person for the first time and we’d brought wine and dessert back to the room. I thought we were going to continue eating and drinking and laughing. It’s good to be wrong sometimes.
“Shut your whore mouth” he said in my ear as he pulled a cloth out of his pocket. I was instantly drenched and moaning. He removed his hand and stuffed that cloth in deep. Then he pulled my arm behind my back up high and tight. “Don’t even think about spitting that out” as he took a pair of handcuffs from the magical pocket and snapped them on one wrist, then brought that other arm back down and snapped them on that wrist as well…tightly. I wasn’t getting out of those cuffs. I secretly tried, just to be sure.
He secured the gag with a scarf, again tightly. And then put a hood on me that covered my eyes and some of my nose…
