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It had always been a fantasy of hers to be tied up and used by a stranger and now Irene was going to live that fantasy, at least, for the most part. She always dated boys that her mother and father would approve of; the ones that were ‘safe’. That was true even after her parents had passed away. It was ingrained in her very being. But her BFF Ginger had convinced Irene that it was time to live a fantasy or two and this was one that she had harbored inside of her for a very long time.

The ‘plan’ was hatched while they were at Ginger’s place half-heartedly watching re-runs of ‘Riverdale’ when conversations turned to sexual fantasies. Ginger revealed she secretly desired to be gangbanged and a few years ago, she almost got a chance to when her boyfriend at the time said he wouldn’t mind and he would do what he could do but it never happened. Ginger also admitted she would like to be with a woman but never worked up the nerve to do it.

Both ideas never had entered Irene’s head. She was and always would be a one-guy kind of gal. But she did tell her friend about being kidnapped and used. Irene revealed her fantasy in detail; being gagged and blindfolded and tied tightly so she couldn’t resist. Ginger hung on every word then dragged out her Chromebook and started to troll bondage sites on her couch with Irene.

“You know, your fantasy is completely do-able,” Ginger said.

“You think so? I don’t know...”

“You have been dating milquetoast for as long as I have known you, girlfriend. It’s time to step it up. Now let’s get you a profile or three out there and see what we catch. I’ll have your back, Irene, you know me. BFF’s, right? Now look here, here’s a site that looks like just what we want.”

They both read through profiles, both subs and doms, to get an idea of what to put into Irene’s profile. Irene was pretty in a girl-next-door kind of way; Light auburn hair, raven black eyes, a little spray of freckles across her nose and slightly pouting lips. Her glasses emphasized her brains and her morning jogs emphasized her slender bod. Ginger knew that she would be a magnet for any wanna be Master out there.

It didn’t take long for them to come up with her sexy subby bio. Ginger swore that it made her friend blush a time or two but they were both satisfied with what they had come up with.

“Now for a pic,” Ginger announced.

“I really don’t know about that, Ginger, what if someone I know recognizes me? I would just die!”

Ginger didn’t even hesitate as she got up and headed to her bedroom, “I know just the thing for you, girlfriend.”

She returned with a small, pink Sterlite container and quickly popped open the lid. Inside were a few vibrators, lotions and such. Ginger pulled out a bright red ballgag and dangled it in front of Irene.

“Here,” Ginger tossed the gag to her friend.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Put it into your mouth. It’s a gag.”

Irene frowned, “I know what it is. You want me to wear this for my profile pic?”

Ginger rolled her eyes. Irene reminded Ginger of a gazelle; beautiful and slender and timid as all hell.

“Of course. You’re looking for Mr. Bondage Master, right? You have to show them your game, girl.”

Irene opened her mouth and put the ball behind her teeth and buckled it tightly in place. Her friend with the curly, garnet mop of hair and green lioness-like eyes seemed to be more into all of this than Irene. But, Ginger was right, she needed to step out of her plain, little white box and do something adventurous for once.

“Now this,” Ginger produced a bright purple silk scarf and stepped around in back of Irene, pulling it over her eyes and blindfolding her.

The gag was not as uncomfortable as Irene thought it would be and she found it a little erotic. The same went for being blindfolded by the scarf. She felt a twinge of a guilty pleasure trickle through her as she posed.

“Perfect. Say ‘sexy’.”

Ginger took a few snaps with her phone and downloaded them into her computer as Irene unknotted her blindfold and took the gag out.

The two girls looked through the pics together.

“I think this one is the yummiest. Even I could devour you looking like that.”

Irene liked that one too. Her head tilted down and a little to the right, her auburn hair draped over one eye. It was really hard to believe it was herself she was looking at.

Irene’s profile was done. All they needed to do was to hit submit.

“Go on,” Ginger nudged her, “Click on it.”

Irene caught her breath, drifted the cursor over the submit button and clicked. It was done.

Now all she had to do was wait for the right one to come calling.

Irene felt as if she had swallowed a ton of feathers; each one tickling at her libido. The fear of what she was about to do fanned those feathers even more. She was a walking orgasm bomb just waiting to go off.

She had dressed like Ethan had asked her to: A sleeveless, strapless little black dress, thigh-high black nylons, her only pair of high-heels and nothing else. Well, almost nothing else. He had sent her a small egg vibrator that had a remote that he would keep for himself. She was afraid, however, the little egg might slip out of her so she also put on a filmy black g-string. She had never owned one before so she had to order one online. Thankfully it got there before her big fantasy night.

Irene checked in at the front desk at the Embassy Suites where the clerk politely looked at Irene and then at her I.D. and gave Irene her keycard. The only other thing she had brought with her was a small black clutch with her necessities and blushed a little at the thought of what was going through the clerks’ mind.

She opened the door to what was the living area of the two room suite. There was a sofa and chair along with a table with a bright red-wrapped present tied with white ribbon. Irene knew the items in the package were for her and she knew what they were.

Picking up the package, she carried it into the bedroom where she was to get ready. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she took a deep breath. Irene knew that Ginger was watching her back; waiting for Irene to give a call in an hour that everything was good and she was safe. They reviewed each reply to her profile together and decided together which ones to contact and which ones to blow off. Ultimately, Master Ethan was the one they chose.

The chats that Irene had with Ethan quelled most of the fears she had. He was one of those safe and sane guys that weren’t into pain. They went over safe words and hard limits. He was attractive, too: Tall with close-cropped dark curly hair, an easy smile and green eyes just like Ginger’s.

Ethan was an easy choice.

Irene carefully unwrapped the small box. Inside were two pairs of shiny handcuffs, a black satin blindfold and a red ballgag just like Ginger owned. She laid out each item on the bed, folded the wrapping paper inside the box and set it aside on the night stand along with her purse.

The gag was first and buckling it in place sent trickles of bliss through her just as it had when Ginger had taken her pic. The cuffs around her ankles were next, drawing her feet up onto the bed, she clicked the cuffs shut around each ankle, shackling them together.

Irene leaned back on the bed and tested them. She wasn’t going to be going anywhere fast in the cuffs and the only person that had the keys to them was ‘Master’.

The soon-to-be-helpless Irene took another deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the afternoon sun coming through the sheers in the bedroom, bathing her in its golden warmth, treasuring the moment.

She fastened the second set of handcuffs on her right wrist, leaving the other cuff open while she slipped the blindfold on and tightened it into place.

She took a deep breath, whispered a silent prayer, then put her hands behind her back and clicked the other cuff shut. She squirmed a little, enjoying her self-inflicted captivity and the warm waves of pleasure derived from being bound.

Irene was now at the mercy of her ‘Master’.

The buzzing from her vibe caused her to jump as the shock of ecstasy engulfed her, almost sending her over the edge. The egg pulsed its greeting and Irene moaned into her gag. So immersed in her pleasures she did not hear Master Ethan come into the room.

“Remember, no cumming unless I command you to,” he said softly into her ear.

Irene nodded, mewling into her gag, her libido cascading nearly out of control.

“Now let me take a look at you, my pet,” he said as he helped her to her feet.

The smell of his cologne drifted around her as she stood there knowing his eyes were feasting on her curves and shadows. She felt more desired than she had ever felt in her life and she so wanted to be his willing prey.

“Turn,” he softly ordered.

Irene did as he commanded, slowly turning around to display herself. The anticipation of his touch was fueling her flames. It seemed like forever before he spoke again.

“Stop.”

She felt Master Ethan fasten something around her throat; a leather collar. It was snug without being uncomfortable and it made her feel ‘owned’ somehow; not an unwelcome feeling.

“Let’s get you into something a little more comfortable,” he said as she felt some rope being draped over the back of her neck and being pulled under her arms and knotted behind her neck to fashion a harness. Ethan then unlocked her handcuffs and gently crossed her wrist. Irene compliantly kept them crossed as he wound rope around them and cinched them into a pair of rope handcuffs. Lastly, he drew her bound wrists upward and tied them to the rope harness, keeping her hands pinned behind her upper back.