Restraints....

We squeezed into an overflowing bar off a street that seemed entirely devoted to Friday-night stag parties. She seemed almost embarrassed on behalf of her hometown because as soon as we arrived, she could tell it wasn't really my cup of tea. "Usually this place is pretty good," she shouted into my ear as we pushed between the bodies packed into a dimly-lit space. The loud music made conversation almost impossible.

I started looking around for a dark corner to push her into, but I eventually gave up. I lead her to the exit, "This place is too crowded, maybe we should just get back to your place?" As I bumped against her from behind and rubbed the bulge of my erection against her ass.

When we got to her place, the first I asked was if she had any toys laying around. There was none, she said; but that turned out to be a misunderstanding. It's easy figuring something out, especially that I knew exactly what she liked. The average household is full of potential restraints, blindfolds, gags, even spanking-implements. You just have to know where to look. And I finally laid my eyes on a sleep mask next to her bed. CONTINUE HERE