The handcuffs glitter as if they're imbued with malice in the low light of the bedroom. I can hear the chain links jingle as Nicholas holds them up and walks slowly towards me, as if savoring my apprehension and wanting to draw out the moment for me to let my imagination run wild. And my mind certainly is going into overdrive envisioning what it must feel like to be helpless like this. Even though I haven't wanted anything that's happened so far I could at least tell myself I could stop it if I wanted, but being in cuffs would remove any agency I might have at all which for a self-driven, feminist woman like myself is a horrid thought.
"W-well it's good to know the only way you can control a woman is by restraining her," I taunt him as cuttingly as I can with my voice still shaking, hoping he'll rise to the bait and forgo the cuffs for now as I extend both my wrists forward with a falsely sweet smile on my face. He does stop, but instead of getting angry or dropping the cuffs like I wanted he just laughs in my face like I've told a good joke.
"Really. That's the best you can do? Honestly I hope your arguments and conviction are better in court otherwise your only future is as a permanent sex slave. Although come to think of it, I still need to test if you're even good at that," He responds back devastatingly, mocking my career and sexuality in one fell swoop. I barely have time to let my aghast expression appear on my face as Nicholas suddenly roughly grasps my proffered wrists and deftly slaps the cuffs on both wrists. My blood goes cold as I feel the cool metal on my soft pale skin. My brain is still playing catch up with what is happening but Nicholas doesn't bother waiting and starts preparing me with practiced speed for his next game with my body. The pillow I'm resting is on is tossed to the side before he pulls my body further down the bed, forces my arms above my head and connects the cuffs to another chain attached to the headboard.
"Still got that spunk from earlier now Katie?" Nicholas asks with a deadly playful smirk as he's clearly eating up the growing gleam of fear in my eyes as he makes his way down to the foot of the bed and retrieves two more cuffs. These he uses to pull my legs apart and connect my ankles to the posts on each side of the bed, tying my up spread-eagled and utterly helpless to do anything now.
"I-I've got plenty left don't worry, b-but is seems like you're such a quick shooter you used up all your spunk on my blouse," I fire back with as much false bravado as I can while I cock my head towards the cum stains on the otherwise pristine pure white blouse. His eyes glitter dangerously and I'm sure my bitchiness just made my punishment a whole lot worse.
"I'm beginning to think you'll never learn. But don't worry we still have all night for you to prove me wrong. And in the meantime, I suppose I'll just have to recharge my 'spunk' by having some fun with you," Nicholas says softly while running his hand along my tights and up to my inner thigh, making me shiver and try to recoil only to be prevented by the harsh tug of the cuffs. My pulse quickens upon receiving this fresh reminder of my vulnerability, and as if sensing this through his touch, he smiles predatorily and leans closer to me so that his eyes are mere inches from mine.
"That's right little slut, there's no getting out of this now. So while I have your full attention I have a little game for us to play. Seeing you in that Catholic school uniform reminds of one duty I need you to perform for me..........Confession........To truly be your master I need to know every slutty thing you've ever done and every kinky thought to fill that oh-so-innocent head of yours," he drones on mockingly, eliciting a freaked out, horrified expression from me. I did grow up Catholic and while I'm certainly not practicing now, my upbringing did instill in me an absolute sense of shame from ever discussing anything sexual out loud and also to repress all my most scandalous desires. When I can't bring myself to respond after a few moments, Nicholas starts to cackle with glee.
"Aww, is my little girl shy about revealing all her naughty stories? Is my submissive slave embarrassed to admit what a filthy whore she is?" His laughter dies out finally as he starts to stroke my hair with mock affection. The feel of his rough fingers on my forehead renews my movements and I do my best in my prone state to tilt my head away from him.
"N-no, I just don't kiss and tell, b-bastard," I bite out angrily, having difficulty controlling myself while feeling like a caged animal, my fight or flight response kicking in a bit and it's impossible for me to flee. So without thinking I lose my restraint and spit in his face looming over me, feeling brief satisfaction as he stops smirking down at me to calmly reach up and wipe of my spit with a handkerchief.
"Oh you can't even imagine how glad I am you did that. Now you'll deserve everything that's coming to you. But you still haven't obeyed me. Now......confess....." Nicholas responds in an eerily quiet, restrained voice, a new sinister look behind his eyes that makes me want to hide as far away from him as I can. The ominous silence stretches out between us, my brain cells seemingly unable to function with his dagger like eyes piercing into me.
"Cat got your tongue? Maybe this will help loosen it for you" he says so softly into my ear that I can barely hear. The warm breath in my ear is so intimate, my body is attuned to the smallest sensation so my nerve endings practically explode when a sharp pang emanates from my inner thigh.
