For BMD...
I'm relaxing at home after a long, hot shower. I'm comfortable, wearing my blue satin sleepshirt and a pair of socks. Nothing else. I'm busy going through my clothes rack and dresser, getting rid of what I don't use or wear, when you come over to visit. You join me in the bedroom and talk to me as I'm going through everything. The bedroom looks like a tornado hit it. I have all kinds of stuff spread out on the bed, piles here and there.
You come across some lingerie and a black leather case with handcuffs in it. I look over to you, mentioning that I was going to get rid of those because I don't have much use for them. "You can keep them if you want them," I say offhandedly. Then I go back to the business at hand, focussing on the clothing rack. It's a mess. I'm so focussed on what I'm doing that I don't see you open the case and take out the cuffs and keys. I also don't notice the evil gleam in your eyes as you watch me.
You then get up off the bed and, with the cuffs open behind you where I can't see them, you come up behind me. I feel you move my long blonde hair off my neck and start kissing me. I stop what I'm doing, enjoying the attention. I feel you kissing my neck and sliding an arm around me. I lean back into you and reach behind me with both hands to touch you. You continue kissing me and while doing so, bring the cuffs around in front, snapping them around my wrists and locking them. I snap out of the pleasure fog I'm in and try to move my arms. I start struggling against you, asking, "What the fuck…?" You chuckle evilly in my ear, holding my now helpless body against you, telling me that I'm your prisoner and there's nothing I can do about it. I continue struggling against you until I feel your hands slide over me: one hand cupping my breast and the other finding its way to my opposite inner thigh. I stop struggling, feeling this huge electric rush shoot through my body. You have my unwavering attention.
I can feel you teasing me through my sleepshirt, touching my breast with your fingers. Your other hand slowly slides along my inner thigh, moving higher. You prop your head on my shoulder and reach around to pinch my nipple through the shirt, making me moan and breathe faster. "Damn, that feels good," I tell you. You can hear my hands trying to snap the cuffs and grin. "Struggle all you want. It's not going to help. The keys are over on the bed," you whisper to me, "Face the facts: until further notice, you belong to me --- to do with whatever I want." Your other hand has found its way between my legs, circling my clit with a maddening feathery touch, rubbing and probing between my lips. My body responds by getting very hot and wet down there. I can hear your sharp intake of breath as you wrap your arms around me, pulling me back towards the bed. I'm turned around and pushed back onto the bed.