I stare into Casey’s eyes. “Yes.”
She seems taken aback. “Really?”
“You’re still in the minor leagues of BDSM, princess.”
At first she looks down and frowns, but then she lifts her chin. “I’m meant for the big leagues.”
“Takes time, princess.”
“I’m a quick learner.”
“Yeah? You get good grades in school?”
“No,” she admits, “but that’s because the subjects were boring. BDSM is anything but.”
I shake my head. She’s like a dog on a bone. If I wasn’t interested in kidnapping her and using her as ransom, her persistence might annoy me, but right now, it kind of amuses me.
“What’s in there?” she asks, noticing a duffel bag on the floor near my chair.
“You’ll find out.”
Her face lights up. I can kind of see how her dad might like spoiling her.
“Good,” she declares. “What are we waiting for, then?”
“You haven’t gotten your tea yet.”
“I’ll drink it later. I’m not actually that thirsty—not for tea anyway.”
Corny but cute. I survey the available booths and select one that has a small side table and a wooden dining chair with a vertical back. It’s in the middle of the line of booths and visible to the most amount of people. About a dozen patrons sit in the audience area, some engaged in conversation, others watching the activities in the stalls.
“Everything comes off,” I tell Casey when we reach our stall.
Without hesitation, she takes off her coat while I unpack my bag on the table, taking out cords of rope and an anal hook. She undoes her shoes, then whips off her jeans. I hear a whistle from the crowd and wonder if she’s one of those people who likes to show off her body, snapping booty shots and posting them on a social media app for the world to see. Her shirt comes off next, leaving her only in her bra and panties.
Crossing my arms in front of me, I watch as she removes her underwear. My gaze takes in her body from head to toe, noting her tattoo of handcuffs at the top of an ass cheek and, when she turns around to face me, her trimmed patch of pubic hair.
She gives me a perky smile, confident that I like what I see. I do. But then, I haven’t come across a naked woman I couldn’t appreciate. However, I’m less inclined to stick figures and like that Casey has some muscle. Her tits are nice too and proportional to her body.
“Turn around and show your audience the goods,” I say after she removes her bra.
She does, and I have a view of her ass. Warmth stirs in me as I recall how I paddled her backside red the first time we played. I’m going to go for a more lasting bruise next time.
Tonight, I decide to start her off in a relatively easy position and direct her to sit backwards in the chair. Grabbing cords of rope, I bind her right wrist and knee together to one stile of the chair. I do the same to her left wrist and knee with the other stile, then I tie her ankles to the bottom of the front legs. Half her ass hangs off the seat, giving me a nice view of her asshole. Next I fit a head harness with the red ball gag onto her. I should give her a physical cue for a safe word, but she won’t need it just yet. However, she doesn’t know that. I let the audience admire the view of her tethered to the chair before grabbing a flogger. Taking my time, I warm up her back and ass.
Squatting down behind her, I run my hands over her back, her hips, her thighs before groping her buttocks. I knead the spheres before giving them a good hard smack. Reaching for her chest, I fondle her breasts, tenderly groping them before harshly mauling. I pinch and pull at her nipples, making her grunt. Standing up, I walk to the other side of the chair. Her gaze follows my every move. I reach my hand between the vertical slats of the chair back and pull her nipple, twisting it till she yelps against the ball gag. I torture the pink nub until she pants. Her squeals are high and loud against the ball gag. From my pocket I pull out a set of nipple clamps connected by a short chain. After attaching them, I tug on the chain. She whimpers.
“Like that?” I ask.
She probably doesn’t, but she knows there’s only one answer.
“Yes, Sir,” comes her muffled answer.
“Want me to pull harder?”
Her eyes widen a little. Again, there’s only one answer.
After a brief hesitation, she answers, “Yes, Sir.”