Korra’s Bound

Asami’s jaw dropped, her face turned red. “K-korra!” she yelled in surprise.

Out of her wheelchair, Korra was tied, naked to the bed hands behind her back in a harness. Korra’s face turned as red as Asami’s. “Oh, hey Asami,” she said. “Like what you see?”

Asami’s eyes darted up and down, back and forth. “W-why are you… what are you…”

“I figured if I couldn’t properly stand and walk around as I normally would, that I would try some kinks I’ve been thinking about,” Korra said. “Especially since I’m supposed to be on bedrest.”

Asami walked over to Korra’s side, her hand touching Korra’s bare breast which protruded from the harness, her nipples hard as rock. “B-but…”

“Well, are you just going to stand there?” Korra asked. “I… I want to…”

Asami thought about what she wanted to do next.