Bound by her love

Part 2 - the office (bondage)

Taking the chance, she quickly removed her hand from my boobs and swept me up away from the kitchen counter. As we headed towards the stairs, I thought that she was bringing me to the bedroom upstairs, only for her to walk down it instead. The only room of the basement was what she called her office, which she forbade me from entering. I had listened to her, as this was her house, not mine, and she deserved the privacy. So there I was, confused as she used a key to open the office door, revealing not a small room with a desk and a computer but instead, what seemed to be a sex dungeon.

The floor was a smooth black marble, and the walls were a dark timber. At the middle of the room was a king-sized bed, decked out with red covers and even a sheer canopy. On the right, I could see a couple of rings attached to the walls and on the floors. There was even strong chains hanging from the ceiling, attached to some of those rings as well. A couple of different devices stood at the corner, but I didn't know what they were.  On the left, there was a couple of handcuffs of different shapes and colours hung on the wall, and there seemed to be a basket of whips and flogging tools as well. A couple of wooden cupboards stood unassumingly beside the other tools. Based on the other equipment, I would guess that the cupboard contained different sex toys.

Quinn set me down on the bed, smirking as she noticed me taking in the things around me. "It's such a shame that you don't like spanking, I bought all the floggers for nothing."

I gasped, "When did you buy it, how did i not notice all these things being brought in?"

She smiled slyly, "I have my ways."

"Wait, hang on, if I said no to BDSM, would all these just have been wasted?"

"Well, I know what you have been watching on the hub, it wasn't hard to guess that you'll agree."

I blushed furiously.

Quinn then turned serious. "I know this is the first day and I did egg you on, so I'll let you go for breaking the rules. Remember, refer to me by "master". We are in a slave master relationship now."

I nodded, looking down.

"Slave, don't just nod. Use your words." Quinn was in full master mode now.

I gasped, "Sorry master, it won't happen again."

"Remove your clothes, slave." Master ordered.

Eyes wide, I slipped out of my top and slid down my skirt.  I glanced nervously at Master after I was done. "All of them." Master said. "Unless, you want me to help?" She said dangerously. Blushing, I unhooked my bra clumsily and let it fall onto the floor, revealing my flat boobs. For the sake of role playing, I shook my head, and said in a small voice. "I don't want to take off my panties." Master advanced with a small scissors that seemed to have materialise out of nowhere, and I widened my eyes in fake fear. With her right hand, she grabbed my hands and held them above my head. Using the scissors in her left hand, she cut open my panties and tossed them aside.

She then released me, and stepped back to look me up and down. Unconsciously, I crossed my hands over my boobs and shut my legs to try and block her view. Master looked up at me sharply, and said, her voice cold, "Don't hide yourself from your master." I disobeyed, choosing to remain this posture and see what she would do. Without a word, she grabbed my hair and dragged me to the right side of the room, leaving me no choice but to follow.

Swiftly, she grabbed my right wrist and pinned it to the wall. With her other hand, she opened the ring hanging on the wall using a small key, and slotted my wrist into the open ring, closing and locking it. I did not notice it when I first entered, but there seemed to be a wall protrusion equidistant from the 2 rings, at my chest level. As she stretched my left hand, and in turn, dragged me to the other ring farther to the left, my body  had to make space for the protrusion, which was right at my boobs height. But, I could stand away from the wall, to make it less uncomfortable. Master then bound my other wrist to the wall in the same way. Noticing how I was standing so I wouldn't touch the protrusion, she shook her head. With her hand, she pinned my neck to the wall, and locked it in a similar but bigger ring, leaving me with little space to move my neck. In this position I was left bound with my back against the wall, with my arms spread beside me, and forearms bent, facing the ceiling. Master left to go to the right side, and reached into the cupboard to grab something. As she returned, she brought a bar with her. She bent down and attached my ankle to the ring on the end of the bar. She then slapped my leg, indicating for me to spread my legs apart, and attached the other ankle to the bar once it was sufficiently apart. After that, she hooked the bar into another ring in the wall, forcing me to move backwards into the wall, such that my heels were touching it. Master stood up and appraised her work, smiling self satisfyingly. I felt like a piece of meat on sale, with my boobs pushed out against the wall by the protrusion, legs spread apart. It was really arousing.

"Ruth, I know you said that you don't want spanking, but is it okay to be slightly flogged, just on the thighs? It won't be very painful, but use your safe word as you need."

"Okay, Master." I agreed.