Take charge

Alex took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and mustered all the courage he could to get the words out before his courage failed.

“Iwanttotieyouup!”

The words came out in a tumble. Alex winced, expecting a rebuke. Instead, he heard the Matrons warm and affectionate chuckle of amusement, followed by a pair of lips kissing him on the cheek through the thin latex hood.

“I knew it! It’s always the quiet ones. Well mister, show me how you treat those you have power over, and prove you are worthy to join my fetish fucking family ~”

She stepped back, posing to show off her body, and then said the words Alex never imagined a woman would actually say to him:

“Please tie me up and show me what you can do with a woman’s body!” She quickly led him up to her personal suite, taking him by the hand and almost dragging him with enthusiasm.

“Take your pick! I’m excited to see how you use this poor soon-to-be-helpless damsel!”

The wall of the Matron’s personal suite was covered in hooks, and every single one had some kind of toy, implement, or restraint hanging of it. The variety of BDSM toys on display was overwhelming, and a surprising number of them were unfamiliar. Every single piece of furniture was unambiguously designed for bondage. Clearly the Matron seldom fucked without at least one of the parties involved being tied up.