Full Circle

Still wearing the heels, I pull my dress over my head. My husband dresses quickly as well, and the girl never stops watching us, her wide eyes shining. I move around the bed and untie her right wrist, leaving her other wrist bound to the bed. I suddenly remember the plug still in her ass, but I decide to leave it there as a "memento" from her first bondage experience.

"Thank you," she whispers.

My husband and I look at her one last time, then I gather up my bag of toys and we stare for a moment at the lights of the city through the huge window. As we move into the foyer I can't resist a final glance back. The girl's hand is between her legs and she is moaning softly. I smile with satisfaction, secure in the knowledge that we have successfully introduced her to the world of bondage.