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Candles (Mf, bondage, wax)

(5% done)

    ***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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