By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
She was trapped
and she knew it. He stared at her; waiting for an answer. Remaining silent
wasn’t an option. Nor, could she equivocate by saying “Whatever would make you
happy, Sir.” He’d made it sound like she had a choice, but she knew he was only
teasing her… testing her. The handcuffs dangled from a forefinger, swaying back
and forth in front of her face; reflecting light into her eyes.
Slowly, her
trepidation turned to anticipation as she remembered how many times he’d made
her cum last time.
“Please handcuff
me, Sir,” she purred.
He smiled as he
stood.
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