The friendly neighbour

Gingerly, Joan lowered her naked behind onto the cold leather of the couch.
The bondage holding her was simple but effective: arms behind the back, wrists together, elbows not quite touching but firmly bound, and a few strands of rope around her torso. Her mouth was filled with a rubber ball and taped shut.

This was Jeremy's kick: tying her up and leaving her to do some shopping, knowing for sure that she would be exactly where he had left her upon his return. The leather creaked beneath her buttocks as she changed position, testing her bonds once more. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A long silence, and then again. Surely, whoever it was would be on his way again, now?

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