Who knew ravishing a bound college boy in a leg cast felt so fucking good? Almost as good as fucking a busty blond tied to a chair it seemed. I had done both thrice before the sun rose that morning. I now lay panting on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
"I guess it's time to go."
I sat up and untied Billy from the bed. He was still far too worn out to say anything as I helped him into the bathroom to clean up. I took a little longer than I probably should have on that I'll admit. Eventually though I did manage to get him dressed and out to my car. I drove him to the hotel where his parents were waiting.
"Billy!" the mom shouted, hugging her boy.
"Thank you," his father told me.
"Don't mention it. Ever."
With that I turned and left. Back at my place I packed my bags taking time to finger Lynn from time to time to keep her bound little body happy. Soon though I had everything I needed and was ready to leave. I untied Lynn from her chair. This was the last I was ever going to see her. That thought made me feel a deep sadness I couldn't bear.
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"For what?"
I tossed her over my shoulder, grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
"Gina! What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Making an honest woman out of you."
"Put me down."
"Nope. That WITSEC ID came with one for my spouse. That's you."
"What?"
"I don't want to go into hiding without you. So I'm kidnapping you."
"That's insane."
"As is every other part of our relationship."
"True."
"You'll love the suburbs. So many horny barely legal boys just waiting to be bound and teased and fucked."
"You know how to woo a girl."
Turns out there were plenty. Over half a year we'd cultivated a rotating roster of boys. Much to Lynn's annoyance we never kept any of them. Being in hiding meant we couldn't just kidnap one of our neighbors. Just having one willingly submit to us wouldn't work either. His family would notice, everyone would notice. It was too much of a risk. So we settled for this. This was fun but rather unfulfilling.
