The monitor shows Abby leading our guest into my bedroom. Speakers mimic the fallacious intensity in her laughter. She appears little more than a silly co-ed who's imbibed a little too much.
I can feel a smirk growing on my lips as I zoom the camera in to observe how she coerces him onto the bed and into the restraints. He appears to be more aware of her breasts just a breath away from his face than her hands securing the cuffs around his wrists.
Abby glances up towards the lens and smiles. She tells him that she wants to change into something more 'comfortable.' That she'll only be gone a moment and that he will have a very interesting night.
She slides off the bed and kicks her black pumps off. Turning around to look at him, pink polished fingers undo the buttons of her tight jeans. She sheds them as she walks towards a dresser, a pink thong peaking beneath a tailored white shirt. He shifts to adjust for the increasing bulge in his jeans.
She opens a drawer and pulls out the blind fold I'd left for her. I keep the lens on him. I can tell she's turned around by the bit of apprehension crossing his face. Maybe there's a little more blood getting upstairs than I'd thought.
She begins to undo the buttons of her shirt as she walks back towards him. Starting at the top she lets the blindfold dangle as she exposes more of her skin. Scallops of lacy pink embrace breasts a little too perfect to be natural and the blood's back to where it belongs. He's mesmerized by her.
Crawling back onto the bed with him, she slides against him and kisses his nose as she ties the blind fold on. She reassures him it's only temporary as she drops back to the floor and pads out the door.
Good girl I whisper softly as I turn two more cameras on. I can see my bed from multiple angles. I check to make sure everything is recording before leaving the room.
My heels click on the mahogany floors. I can see Abby standing obediently in front of my bedroom door. She's changed into something more suitable. She wears a pink leather collar studded with the same hue of rhinestones. She holds a matching leash in her hands. I take the leash and clip it onto her collar.
I gently stroke the loop of the leash down her nose and whisper, "Let's see what sort of man our guest is, shall we?"
I step into my bedroom and pause to turn the lighting up. I lead Abby towards the bed and stop at the foot of it. Letting go of the leash I gesture for her to remove his blindfold. She climbs to the center of the huge bed and pulls the blindfold off.
He blinks several times and stares towards me, trying to focus. Who the hell are you he demands loudly as he begins to pull at his restraints.
I ignore him and motion Abby to come back to me. She comes to me and we're facing each other. I can watch him from my peripheral. I stroke her pixie blond hair and take her chin in my fingers before giving her a soft kiss. The man's expression changes from anger to eager curiosity. Too easy . . . little girl on girl and some men will forget their names.
I grab her leash and direct her so that her back is facing him. I lock eyes with him as I slide my hands over the plaid fabric of her scanty skirt. Curving my fingers to mold over her ass. I spread my fingers to cup both cheeks.
"What do you think of my pet?" I ask as I pull the fabric up, exposing creamy skin. His eyes widen and devours everything. His mouth parts as I slide a finger along her crack and slip it under the pink lace of her thong.
