After hours. Don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe half knew. Couple of drinks in the bar. Ro
After hours. Don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe half knew. Couple of drinks in the bar. Round to his flat. Austere, but with touches of style and soft furnishings. I was standing in the middle of the lounge. Both laughing as he tied my hands behind me. Then he got me off balance. Funny how you try to use your hands to steady yourself. In a moment I was down with a thump on the hard floor and he was astride my legs and tying my ankles. I laughed - and fought. He said “Are you laughing or struggling?” He rolled me on my side and added a tighter rope round my wrists. He said “I can make ropes hurt. Keep still.” He showed me a roll of ducttape and a leather wad. “You going to be good?” he said. He stuffed my mouth with the wad. “Love this ducttape”, he said “So super shiny”. “You going to be good?” he said again as he wrapped my mouth tight. He sat on one of the couches and watched me. Then he came over and loosened my tie. “You’re looking a bit red”, he said, more to himself than to me. I tried to make a sound. Pointless. “Time for some photos”, he said, getting up. He came back with his cameras. “You know”, he said, “You’ve got a muscular neck. And I guess good abs and shoulders under that shirt.” I stared back. Don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe half knew. -- source link
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