Girl struggling in leather bondage harness

The gag prevented me from calling out. Alex was not in the room. Laid out on the table was a pair of handcuffs, a leather dog's collar with a leash attached, and a leather, boned corset. A whole hour passed before he appeared. I was stopped from going to the study, as the pulley would not go beyond a certain point; it locked. I was unable to resist its pull. He lowered the chain so that I could sit down at last.

We talked late into the night. So that is what he had been doing while I have been at work. It was in gorgeous gold leather and smelt wonderful. What a position to get oneself into. Privately, I have always fantasised about wearing a very tight-laced corset and being restricted in some way.

During the meal I had been relieved of the gag, but was warned not to talk, which frustrated me; I was longing to tell him all about my day. The gag was replaced, Alex punched his controller, I was forcibly raised from my chair and directed to the sink again. I am sure they have loosened during the day. Alex was not in the room. One Saturday morning, a parcel arrived in the post.

We are on our own and are not expecting any visitors today, so you can wear them all day. His face dropped when he saw the contents. I have been dreading telling you because you might think it ridiculous and laugh at me. I was also concerned that you might faint when I lace you more tightly. Return to Original Fiction Page. I am sure they have loosened during the day.