She cums before you can decide

"Oh nooo ... oh ... oh ... aaauuughh!" Neither of your girlfriends had ever cum like this, so quickly and passionately; you are completely unprepared for her reaction. Sandra seems to melt as her shuddering body slumps against the wall flattening her tits and stretching her arms upwards as the chain bites deeply into her wrists.

Acting as much on instinct as reason your arms sweep around her, and you pull her back against your chest lifting her back onto her feet. With your arms where they are you can feel the heat of her full breasts where they jiggle against them. Just minutes ago, you were playing with these magnificent tits, but now you're more concerned about Sandra.

"Easy Sandra, are you OK?" It takes a few seconds before she can support her own wait, and a little longer than that before she can speak.

"I'm sorry, Stephen. I'm so sorry." Why Sandra is apologizing is beyond you, but to be honest most of these past few days have been like this.

"Hey, what are you sorry about?" She turns in your arms, as you work to pull the chain free of the hook, and you can see her face is streaked with tears. "I should never have done this, Sandra. I know better than this." You saw her sketches; you knew she had these dark fantasies. How could you have let things get out of hand?

"No, Stephen." Sandra smiles tentatively as she uses her upper arm to wipe her face, "you had no way of knowing that I was a messed up sexual deviant."

"Stop it, Sandra!" Your voice is a little sharper than you intended. "You're not messed up, and you're certainly not a deviant." With one final twist you pull the last loop of chain off her wrists and let it drop to the floor with a loud series of 'clinks.'

"Really, Stephen?" She silently rubs the red bruises on her pale wrists as she speaks, "I just had a climax while imagining a muscular brute torturing an innocent virgin. If that's not messed up, then what is?" It is a fair question, made more relevant by the thick erection that is trapped in your jeans.