Laurie is bound

Tim gently drew the vibrator out of Laurie and turned it off. He held it by her face: "Clean it". Laurie stared at him. "But... that's..."

Tim sighed, and put the vibrator on the table. “Get on the floor. Kneeling, there.”

Relieved, Laurie obeyed. Quickly pulling her panties and jeans back up over the plug, she knelt down in front of the arm chair, he ass on her heels, her hands on her knees. "Wait" said Tim, and walked out of the room.

Laurie gathered her thoughts. Should she leave? It had already gone too far for that. She shifted slightly, still not comfortable with the sensation of the plug in her ass. What was Tim planning? What did he want from her?

When Tim returned to the room, he had changed into a dressing gown, and was carrying a brown satchel in his hand. Laurie noticed how out of shape he was, his belly bulging under the blue robe. He swaggered towards her, taking a seat on the arm chair. "Take off your t-shirt"'

Laurie pulled the top over her head and dropping it to the floor. Despite all she had been through, she flushed with embarrassment at being expose in front of him.

"Now your bra."

Reaching behind, she unfastened the strap. She hesitated, then slipped off the bra and put it on top of the t-shirt.

"Put your hands behind your back, and interlock your fingers."

She paused again, then tentatively obeyed. Tim examined her plump, white body. He noted the anxiety in her eyes, the flush of scarlet on her cheeks, the muffin top at her jeans. He stood up, walking around Laurie. His fingers stroked her hair as he spoke: "You are complying, but I told you to submit". He grabbed her hands – Laurie felt cold metal at her wrists – then a clicking sound. When she tried to move, she realised she had been handcuffed. From behind her, Tim continued: "And if you can't submit, I will have to break you. Open your mouth". Laurie parted her lips, lost for words. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing her jaws wider apart. The other hand **** something into her mouth. Swiftly, he fastened the ballgag tightly behind her head.

Laurie turned towards Tim in alarm. She tried to speak, but only muffled groans got past the rubber ball forcing her mouth open. Even with Alex, she had never considered bondage of any kind. She started to rise from her knees, but Tim pushed her back down. Now standing in front of her, he took out a leash and collar from the back, and fastened it around Laurie's neck. He held the leash and stroked Laurie's cheek, and she could see his dick stiffen and twinge under the robe. He cupped a breast in one hand, and squeezed. He rubbed the nipple between two fingers, smiling as Laurie twitched a blushed.

"You think you are too good for me. I need to show your place."

He grabbed a fist of Laurie's hair, and reached into his pocket. Producing two pegs, he clipped one onto each nipple, making Laurie shriek through her gag. The sensation was strange; a sharp shot of pain, followed by an unusual, foreign pleasure which she tried to ignore. Tim tugged on the pegs, making Laurie yelp again. There was a sadistic glint in his eye. He tugged on the leash, pulling Laurie towards the low table in the middle of the room. She shuffled on her knees, and on reaching the table, Tim pushed down on her shoulders, bending her over the wooden surface.