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Candles (Mf, bondage, wax)





(5% done)

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***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***


She sat at the bar at the appointed time, fidgetting nervously.  She
almost jumped out of her seat as she felt a hand on her back.  Turning
to see who it was, she saw relieved when she recognized him, and saw
him smile at her.  With one hand still on her back, he took her hand
with his other hand, brought it to his mouth and lightly kissed it.
"I believe it's important to treat a woman like a lady," he said,
looking her straight in they eye.  She almost melted, but as he leaned
in close, he whispered in her ear and continued, "especially when
later you will be treating her like a sex toy."

She was familiar with the effect he had on her, but was still shocked
by how she was instantly aroused, suddenly aware of her hard nipples
and the familiar ache between her thighs.  But at the same time she 
was aware she was in a very public place, and noone had heard what
he had whispered into her ear.  Despite suddenly being very, very 
turned on, she had to control herself.  As she regained her composure,
she noticed he had taken a seat next to her.  "Can I get you something
to relax you a little?"

They exchanged pleasantries as her glass of wine disappeared little
bit faster than it usually did, and her nerves calmed.  Noticing her
empty glass, he smiled at her again.  "Are you ready to go?"  She
didn't know what to say, and couldn't bring herself to say yes.
Standing up, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close
again.  "This isn't the first time I've pressured you do something
you weren't sure you were quite ready for, is it?" 

"No," she admitted.  "And in the past, once you gave in, didn't you
always end up realizing that I almost knew better than you did what
you were ready for?"

"Yes," she sighed, as she remembered the things he had made her do.
He leaned in and kissed her neck.  "Then trust me now, and let me
take you on another exciting adventure."  Not waiting for a response,
he helped her up off her stool, and guided her towards the door.

He led her to the passenger side door of his car and opened it, but
then he guided her up against the side of the car and pressed his
body against hers from behind.  "Relax and act natural, and noone
will notice what is happening," he reminded her, and she understood
what he meant as she felt him pull her arms behind her back and
quickly secure them together with a short piece of rope from his
pocket, his body and the car preventing anyone from seeing what
he was doing.  He sat her down in the car and closed the door,
then walked around and got in the driver side.  Reaching across her,
he fastened her seatbelt for her, taking a little more time than
necessary to make sure the shoulder belt was comfortable across her
large chest.  With her arms restrained against the seat behind her,
she had no choice but to endure his exploration.  As she directed
him to her home, she felt his hand idly caress her thighs, neck,
and cheek casually as they sat at a variety of lights.  

After they pulled into her garage, he walked around to her door,
and let her out, leading her in front of her as he directed her
upstairs to her bedroom.  


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