Angela's mind kept going back to the initiation. It was an
irresistible, never to be forgotten experience. It was a fabulous
erotic adventure that didn't leave a mark on her body.
She had only the smock, the canvas bag and the loads of flowers
to remind her that it was real.
The guest house was beautiful. The main house was a short walk away
off in the distance and the whole property was a large fenced
park-like garden.
"O thou invisible spirit of wine,
if thou hast no name to be known by,
let us call thee devil!"
William Shakespeare
That night Angela lit candles, made herself a meal, drank wine and
checked her email on her laptop in the bedroom before going to bed.
She thought about it for a while and then finally went back into the
bondage chatroom.
Almost immediately she was welcomed by the Chatroomgirls.
One of the Chatroomgirls mentioned that she was writing a book. It
was going to be a collection of bondage stories and she asked Angela
if she had any ideas.
"Alone in the cottage," she said, "Angela has just finished a fine
meal with glasses of wine, perhaps a little too much wine," she
started, unconsciously using her own name.
Angela took one last drink of wine and reached her hands behind her
and put the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Are they on?" asked one of the Chatroomgirls.
"Yes," said Angela, "I snug them up enough so that I can't wriggle
my hands out," Angela tells them happily, "bondage must be
inescapable to feel good."
"What are you thinking? How do you feel?" ask the Chatroomgirls.
"I feel sexy and adventurous and slightly dangerous but that makes
it more exciting," replied Angela.
"This is no time for things to go wrong." she thought struggling
with the handcuffs.
What if someone found her?
What would they think?
What would they do to her?