Bracemaiden

I admit it, I’m horrible at meeting men. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but they never last. Most of them turn out to be creepy slobs, and I regret ever giving them the time of day. Not to pass up an opportunity to find “Mr. Loveable”, I checked out the internet scene. Months went by with only my many failed attempts to show for my efforts. Everyone seemed so shallow. They wanted to know my measurements before they even asked me my name, if they asked that at all. Finally, I started chatting with a local guy who called himself “Seagull”. He seemed pretty exciting. In not too long, we got wonderfully hot and heavy through Instant Messenger. He seemed to enjoy getting me into thrilling self-bondage positions, which I acted out. As I was bound and waiting for my release mechanism, he would text to tease me for hours. I loved it. He was single, and I really wanted to get to know him so much better. After a lot of cajoling, I finally managed to convince him to meet, but he wanted it to be perfect, just as he envisioned it. His terms were that: ...

I cringed, for tonight I was to be punished. My Love had caught me masturbating without permission. We preferred the terms “My Love” and “Wench” to “Master” and “Slave”. It was personal preference I guess. We were to go to a “play party”, and I was sure that I would be one of the “toys” to be “played” with. I was forced to come to the party wearing only a black dress that ended mid-thigh, a pair of heels, and I was locked into my Tollyboy chastity belt. I didn’t know if Love brought the key or not. ...