Joan knocked on the door timidly. It was her first meeting with Bob and she wasn't sure what to expect. She'd been talking to him for a few weeks, and as it happens sometimes, the talk turned dirty. She wondered how much of it he meant, about fantasizing about dominating and tying up a woman.
Still, her insides shivered at the thought. She ran a hand through her thin blonde hair as she waited. The door opened, and she saw Bob smiling in front of her. "So glad you could make it Joan," he said greeting her. "You look gorgeous."
Indeed, she was even in her casual t shirt and jeans, it was getting chilly but she still managed to stand out. Men's heads would turn as they saw her, truthfully following her chest more than her. That was not to say her face wasn't pretty, with pouty red lips and piercing green eyes. Her 36dds swayed as she walked, as did the men.
She walked into his house, he was dressed casually in lounge pants and a t shirt. She sat down on the couch, and he brought her some tea. The talked a bit and drank tea, then she had to go to the bathroom. "Second door on your left," he told her.
When she was done, she started to walk back to the living room, but noticed a bedroom door was opened. There was a handcuff hanging from the metal headboard, and she walked in and touched it. Maybe he was serious, she thought.
She suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck. "Would you like to try them on," Bob suddenly whispered. His hands went up her sides. "Or were you all talk?" He boldly kissed her ear.
Her resistance quickly crumbled, and she let him strip her, taking her shirt and pants off, then her underwear and bra, piled on the floor. "Glorious," Bob whispered. "Lay on the bed, slave." She obeyed, laying down. The fact that he referred to her as a slave turned her on even more.
