On The Cross
chapter 1
I was such an idiot, why did I let my boyfriend talk me into going to a stupid BDSM club with him. I wasn’t into this stuff, well at least I didn’t think I was. I stupidly agreed to go to ‘secret desires’ with him, I dressed the best way I thought appropriate fir a club like this, I was still overdressed though. We spent an hour or so just walking around the club seeing what was happening, nothing I saw particularly spiked any interest in me but the girls that were being tied or spanked seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. Somehow I let James talk me into having a go at being spanked, what was I thinking, I guess I just assumed he would take it easy on me and see if I was actually enjoying it, I assumed he would stop if I told him to. I suppose I’m very naïve.
James led me into a small room that had a soft leather sofa and deep scarlet red walls, in the dead centre of the room was a large cross; I guess you could say it looked like a crucifix, actually I think that’s what James called it. James led me over to the cross, “you are now my submissive you will address me a sir and you will not speak unless spoken to, is that clear?” James said sternly as he started to strap my wrists to the cross. “James I never agreed to this, I don’t even know….” He quickly cut me off by putting a small size ball gag in my mouth, “you will do as I say bitch!” he shouted as he continued to strap my legs down, I was now fully restrained. It was like a switch had been flicked and James had turned from this nice caring guy to some sort of arsehole who didn’t give a shit about me, I tried to tell him I didn’t want this but I couldn’t speak, I don’t think he would have listened anyway.
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6/12/16