Bryan & Erika Visit a Soft Domme
Moonlight filtered in through the rain-stained, floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse loft. The walls were raw brick, unadorned and unremarkable. Bryan felt the stickiness of the leather cushion against his bare skin. The room was mostly unfurnished. Besides the chairs, a table and a red velvet chaise lounge were the only other items in the room. In front of him, not three feet away, was his partner and love of his life, Erika. She sat in a matching high-back chair with red leather cushions on the seat and up the back. The dark, wooden arms of the chairs were padded with the same crimson and provided the slightest relief from the tight bindings holding his arms firmly in place. Both were bound similarly, with legs spread and restrained, torso firmly tied to the chair, but Erika’s hands were bound together rather than to the arms of her chair.
Erika felt short of breath. She found herself breathing as if she’d just been out for a light jog, not gasping, but there was an urgency in each inhalation. She was naked, save for her black stockings with the white seam up the back and her black patent pumps. If she felt like this, how must Bryan feel? After all, Bryan’s the one she’s going to domme, not her. This reminder soothed her and her breathing calmed.
“Are you ready?” she asked Bryan. “Last chance to back out.”
