Cara was handcuffed tight and wearing nothing but a short silk kimono, loosely belted. Jessica had just caught Cara sucking off her boyfriend and now she was due to pay. Jessica came in and looked at her prisoner. The boyfriend had been dealt with satisfactorily. Television smashed on the pavement, clothes cut to pieces, and a neat black eye to see him on his way. Cara's punishment would be more subtle. Jessica was bisexual and knew exactly how to punish the other woman.
Jessica herself was wearing a spandex pencil skirt, neat brown stockings, patent courts and a sheer, striped blouse. The last thing she had felt like doing when coming in from work had been this. She had looked forward to a quick shower, a nice, de-stressing fuck and maybe a take-away. But this had potential.
Cara was obviously scared, but that was warring with guilt, and the knowledge that she had done something deeply wrong. Jessica ran an eye over her body and judged how best to manipulate her. She slapped Cara briefly, then raged at her for a few minutes. She then acted like she had calmed herself, with difficulty. Cara had seen her lover packed off and was expecting a beating, especially while at Jessica's mercy. Instead, her eyes widened as Jessica ran a gentle hand through her hair, then seized it tight, wrenching her head back.
"These are good cuffs, Cara," she murmured, keeping eye contact. "You won't get out of them without my key... and therefore my kindness." She kicked off her shoes and stood closer to the woman. "Are you ready to be kind, Cara?" Using her name over and over, keeping eye contact, Jessica hoped to patronise and intimidate the other woman. It worked.
"What do I need to do?"