Bondage can be a beautiful thing. Used correctly, the surrender of control can be very therapeutic, as can the utilisation of control. Keeping this in mind, those who endeavor to participate in such activities may enjoy sharing this work. Those who find the concept repulsive, need not continue reading here.
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As the Harley-Davidson roared down the highway, Katy was wondering to herself how she had come to be here. Minding her own business at the tavern, initially she rejected the conversation of the biker-type that approached her. He hadn't said anything rude or untoward, she was simply apprehensive about his general demeanor. He was sure of himself, unlike the masses that generally populated this particular tavern. Most were college ages or near, trying to pick up a quick tumble for the night. He was different, older and quieter.
He stood about five foot seven, short hair, and a light beard adorned his face. Dressed in full leather, Katy had heard him approach before he spoke. The old leather creaked when he moved, and smelled of oil, sweat, and a lot of road time. When he asked if she were alone, she didn't respond except for looking down at him from the high stool and turning away. Something about his eyes struck her, though. Even in the dim light of the tavern, she could see the 'alive' sparkle of those green orbs.
She continued to sip her drink, and as she drained the last of it, the barkeep set another in front of her. She protested that she hadn't ordered another, and the barkeep smiled and nodded to the man standing next to her. She looked at him again, half-smiled and tipped her drink in salute. She still remained aloof and did not engage in conversation.
"You're welcome." He stated quietly, then walked slowly to the rear of the tavern near the dartboards.
Sipping his pint of dark ale, he set up at on of the boards. Pulling a leather pouch from his heavy jacket, he assembled his darts and began to toss them smoothly into the bristle board. Some movement off to one side caught him in mid throw and his dart missed its mark. He turned to see the girl from the bar standing behind him.
"Yes." She said meekly, answering his question from earlier.
He took a closer look at her small stature. She might have been five-three or a bit more. Her long, dark blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a pleasant round face with a small nose and bright green eyes. Her clothes hid most of her body, but he could tell she was 'healthy'. Not an anorexic "wannabe a model" type, but an average, healthy girl with some stunning attributes. He guessed her breasts to be about 38 or so, a full C-cup, if his sight was still accurate.
He smiled at her, pointed at the stool next to where his pint was, and simply said, "Sit there."
She hesitated for a moment, then complied. He finished the round of darts and turned towards her.
"Ron." He stated as he sipped the thick brew.
She looked stunned or startled, he couldn't tell which. She finally realised that he had introduced himself.
"Oh! Um .. Katy, here." She replied with a half-curtsy motion with her arms.
He straightened up and returned her gesture with a short bow. "Pleased." He smiled and returned to his amusement.
Katy watched him throw for quite a while, and when his ale had emptied, she replaced it with a fresh draught. They exchanged looks and gestures, very little talk, throughout the evening. It was late, and Ron put up his darts, drained his ale, and started for the entrance. He took three steps and turned to look at her once more.
"Come on, then. Let's get moving." It was a command more than a suggestion.
Katy jumped down and fell in behind this fascinating man, not knowing what would happen next. She followed him out the door and he led her around the side of the old brick structure. He stopped and faced her. Katy's face was level with his neck and when she looked up at him; he took her chin gently in one hand and placed an open mouth on hers. She was startled and almost pulled away until she felt the softest touch from his tongue on her lips.
She was amazed at her reaction. Her mouth opened and her own tongue extended to explore the mouth of this strange, but interesting person. They kissed hot, tongues dancing and travelling back and forth, she even put her arms around his neck to hold him closer.
"Right, then." He said. "Let's go, shall we?"
Katy started to protest and question where, why, and other things. Her stunned expression fell on his retreating back as he walked briskly down the alley. He disappeared around the end of the building and she had to almost run to catch up. She skidded to a quick stop when she saw the huge motorcycle he was mounting. She recognised it as a Harley-Davidson with large bags on the rear and a full windscreen.
She looked at him as he expertly kicked it through and it rumbled to life. The echo in the alleyway was deafening. She had never heard anything so loud.
"Get on, Katy." He spoke with authority and firm sureness of her reaction. He was correct as she scrambled to mount the vibrating beast behind this very unusual man. She didn't know what was driving her to respond to this handsome stranger, let alone get on his bike to go ... Where?
He kicked the bike in gear as soon as he felt her weight hit the leather saddle. She had to grab hold quickly and her arms circled his waist. She locked her fingers together at his belt as the bike sped through the city streets. She tried to see where they were going, but each time she thought she knew, he turned. City lights gave way to country road and fewer dwellings, the road narrowed and the trees got thicker. Katy's heart was racing, the vibrations and her trepidation had her very excited. Her pants felt wet, and she wondered if it was soaking through.
He pulled up near a rest area off the side of the highway. He let the massive bike idle for a few moments before he cut off the engine. The sudden silence roared in Katy's ears, her whole body was still vibrating, and the warm wetness between her legs reminded her of how excited she was. She remained motionless until Ron told her to get off. Katy eased over the saddle, using Ron's shoulder for support. She began to move away from the bike when Ron took her hand and put it on the handgrip.
"Stay here." He spoke in short sentences, with that commanding tone. Again, it frightened Katy, but heightened her arousal at the same time. He finished dismounting, and reached back to open one of the bags. When Katy saw the short lengths of cloth, she pulled her hand off the bike. Quickly retrieving it, Ron placed it back where it was.
"Bad girl." He said quietly.
He took one of the cloth strips and gently wrapped it around her other wrist. The sudden feeling of being 'captive' sent thrills through Katy's body and she moaned softly as her insides melted. Her kitty quivered and she began to cum. Ron fastened the cloth to the side of the bike, "crash bar" he called it, then took her other hand from the handlebar and tied it loosely to the saddlebag guard.
This put Katy half-crouching with her back to the bike. Ron reached for her shirt, and started to unbutton it. Katy gazed longingly into his eyes as her chest was exposed to the cool night air. She could feel her nipples erecting and the blood rushing to her mound in a flood of heat.
"Your word is "marshmallows"." He told her.
She instantly understood his meaning. That was her 'safe word' to stop anything she didn't want to continue. 'How did he know she was a submissive? What had she done to let him know she wanted to be dominated, tonight?' She thought to herself.
He opened up her shirt and tugged it from her pants, then loosened them and started peeling them off. Down over her surprisingly muscular thighs and smooth legs, Katy lifted her feet to allow the complete removal of her pants. She was mostly naked, tied to this stranger's bike in a semi-public rest area next to the highway! Her kitty was creaming its nectar in a river. Ron folded her pants and placed them beneath her butt. She remained crouched until he told her she cold sit on the makeshift pillow.
Ron studied this small girl as she slowly lowered her body to the ground. Her arms were outstretched and over her head. She sat with her legs spread, knees up, giving him full view and access to her mound. 'A pretty little kitty' he thought. His eyes gleamed when he saw that she was smooth down there. Not a single hair obstructed his view of the puffy outer labia and the edges of the inner petals that had begun to swell and blossom.
The heat of the freshly shut down engine mingled with whatever scent she wore, and the rich odor of her aroused sex was also intensified. Ron slowly unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Katy gasped at the massive penis that he drew from inside. It had to be at least two inches across, and she guessed about eight inches long! Trying not to appear too eager, she opened her mouth slightly and looked straight into his eyes.
"You want this, Katy?"
She nodded her head 'Yes'.
"Tell me you want it!"
"I ... I want it." She said quietly.
"I didn't hear you!" He barked.
"I want it! I want your cock!" She said loudly.
"Where?"
"In my mouth!"
