Mark Arriving at Cassie’s

Mark arrived at Cassie’s apartment shortly after dropping Kimmie off. He buzzed her apartment and quickly heard a response. “Come on up; the door’s unlocked. I’m glad you picked my place.”

He smiled to himself; Cassie was petite, only about five feet tall and slim. She was the very essence of Christian innocence. Blond hair, bright green eyes, always wearing her crucifix. He was unprepared as he opened the door to her apartment. There, sitting on the kitchen counter with a glass of spirit, was Cassie. She was wearing a black leather strappy body harness. It strapped around her torso and her thighs but covered nothing; still hanging around her neck was her silver cross. “Cassie?” Mark said in surprise. Her small breasts were on full display, her nipples hardening as he watched.

She smiled at him as she grabbed a nearby bottle of JD and poured him a glass. “Who else were you expecting?” she asked him.

He approached her, “I was expecting you, but not like this.” He looked around the unit. It was starkly different from the last time he had been here. Cassie had always had a bit of an eclectic decor, candle lanterns hanging from eye bolts in the wall etc. Now he understood why. The lanterns had been removed, and in their place were a set of handcuffs attached to the eyebolts. The spot on the ceiling where she had decorative fairy lights installed had been changed to have similar bondage apparel attached. On the dining table was an array of whips, floggers, canes and other things he could not even identify.

As she handed him his glass she smiled, “Oh, I guess Kimmie didn’t tell you the details of this deal,” she smiled at him, and even that smile wasn’t innocent; it was predatory. “You want me to look after you while Kimmie gets ****. You are mine; however, I want. And by the time you leave here tonight, you will beg to come back. And don’t worry if you cum too quickly, I can make sure you are hard for hours.”

He took the glass and took a sip, “Oh, and how will you do that?” he asked.

She smiled, approached the kitchen table, and picked up a little studded leather collar. “Give me your fingers,” she said. Mark did as asked, and she wrapped the collar tightly around his fingers before clipping some leads to it. Then she picked up a device and pressed a button.

A strong but not unpleasant electric hum ran through his fingers, and he involuntarily closed his hand. He moaned. The collar was meant for his cock, to be electrified to keep him hard.

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