As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.
This chapter, along with the next, will take a much darker turn. If stronger Femdom is not to your taste, please skip these chapters (6 and 7) and rejoin at Chapter 8.
As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.
Too Good to be True. Chapter 06.
Saturday (around 08:00, although James did not know that)
James woke and shook his head. What a crazy dream!
He tried to rub his eyes, but found his arms outspread, his wrists in handcuffs. He raised his head off the pillow and realised he was in a bed......but not his!
His ankles were similarly bound, allowing little movement. He would have shouted out but could see a body asleep on the lounger at the other side of the room. He would wait to see if they woke, to ask them where he was. They probably knew as they did not appear to be restrained.
'Where was he'? It was clearly not the Police station which would have been his first thought, but why had he thought that? OH, yes, his dream! Maybe it was not a dream?
They had been out drinking and dancing and were having a good time, then he remembered being in a car and someone kissing him madly.
Then he had moved his head and could see their workplace, but...... all the furniture was being cleared out?
He had lost his view as Bron had started kissing him again, and then Louise's body was in the way.
And Sarah was there too?
James' mind hurt!!
He tested his restraints quietly, but he was stuck. Whoever had done this...Bron?.....had obviously planned it, but why?
James looked around to assess his situation. The room was really plush - well fitted with expensive looking curtains, three dressing tables, one between the two big windows, and the lounger that the other person was lying on. He could see only the sky, and part of a tree, out of the windows. So, not a cell then?
And, he had just realised, he was naked!
The body stirred and an arm appeared, stretching out towards the ceiling. The blanket was thrown off and, his suspicions proved, Bron sat up.
BUT....... WOW!! She was, incredibly, topless, her huge breasts sitting firm and high on her chest, He could see her large nipples and areolae too!! He thought she looked beautiful!
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "Oh, Hello sleepyhead!"
She stood up, picking up the blanket and throwing it on the lounger, and turned towards the bed.
OH MY GOD! She was naked! And Beautiful! And...... and...... and............!
James' mind was in a turmoil.
She padded across the room to the bed, her breasts bouncing - perfect, 36H - unbelievably firm, with little sag. She was not exactly smiling but looked happy enough.
James was looking at her, taking in the fantastic body of the first woman he had ever seen naked. Her hair was longer than either her Mom or Louise - just past her shoulders - and she had the same piercing, blue eyes as her Mom. Her breasts were even more than he had thought, and her legs looked thicc and strong.
But his eyes were drawn to her pussy; he had never seen a real one, and gazed in wonder, his eyes unable to move away.
She had a fairly thick, blonde bush of hair just above the V of her groin and as she walked, he just caught a sliver of pink flesh between her legs. How he wished he was not tied down, but... who was he kidding? He was here, and tied down, BECAUSE of Bron!