Bondage (soft)

"Lets find out shall we?" You said as you saw the fear which had slowly dissipated come back all at once.

"Stand up" you ordered, after some hesitation she finally did, managing to stand on shaky legs. You placed your hand in between her shoulder blades to gently guide her where you wanted. One uncertain step at a time.

You had her walk down a set of stairs to reach your basement. It was moments like this you had done something with your extensive basement. You would have loved to see the shock on her face as you led her down to some medieval dungeon. Instead your basement looked uncharacteristically appealing. It consisted of 3 rooms, all of whom had the same stone-tiles, and boring white walls. The first room you used for simple storage. With shelves holding canned food, organised boxes, and a bunch or unorganised junk you had kept for one reason or another. The second room was a toilet. You always found it to be a bit weird to have a toilet in the basement, but since you never needed the space and the plumbing worked fine you didn't feel the need to demolish it. The last and by far biggest room was the only one you really used as anything other than a trash heap.

Your own little workshop. Consisting of a simple wooden desk and some wooden panels on the wall where you kept some tools, protective gear and spare parts. Putting some basic stuff together had become a bit of a hobby of yours, even if your work wasn't exactly professional quality.

You guided Anna down the stairs until she touched the ground. You flicked on the light switch to reveal the room to Anna. While eyeballed all the tools you had hanging above your workbench you went through a door which led to your storage room from where you fished up an old mattress. There was plenty of room to unceremoniously drop it on the floor, the large workbench not even taking up a quarter of the available space. The mattrass itself wasn't anything special. You just decommissioned it because you got a better one.

"Lie down" you ordered pointing at the mattress

You saw her eye the tools one more time before following your order. Dropping to her knees before clumsily letting herself fall on her side. Her boobs showing an appealing jiggle as she did so. You meanwhile went back to the storage room to grab something you were just waiting to use again.

When you came back you were holding a large shopping bag filled with rope, leather cuffs, and all kinds of equipment. You felt giddy just being able to use this again, and it took some serious restraint to not hop and skip the last few meters to your victim.

But before you could begin you had to decide if you wanted to tie her as is, or if you were going to add or remove any clothing.