Rebellious as ever

"No!" With a sudden surge of independence Sandra pushes you back and squirms out of your grasp. For a moment you think you've gone too far, but almost immediately it becomes apparent what she wants. "You can't tempt me with your disgusting carnal desires, Earthman." Sandra pulls the loose cut-up tee-shirt back into place before striking a defiant pose with her arms crossed and her chin lifted high. "Try what you want you degenerate boar, my sisters and I will never submit to you. I don't care if you bind my arms and legs and whip me 'till I bleed. I'll never willingly submit to your lusts."

The imagery is very much that of the movie you just watched. The idea of whipping anyone or anything like that makes you cringe, but on the other hand, having this lovely library science major tied up and helpless as you run your hands all over her lush curves doesn't sound bad at all. A 10-foot length of chain left over from last year's mechanical design project is perfect for wrapping around her slender wrists.

Considering her last outburst, you're not sure that Sandra is going to just go along with this, but when she sees you pull the chain from the bottom draw of your workstation, she meekly holds out her wrists. The chain clinks softly as you wrap five or six loops around her bare forearms, but other than that the only sound in your small apartment is sound of your heavy breathing. The primitive eroticism of chaining a young woman is not lost on either of you and the sexual tension is as thick as day-old pea soup.

"Just because you've chained me, you bastard," Sandra is trying to maintain the rebel's defiant attitude, but you can see her trembling with excitement, "doesn't mean you own me." Perhaps it is the licentious nature of the D&D module that you are currently running, with its detailed description of the city's **** trade, or maybe the swords and sorcery movie you just got done watching, but the idea of owning a slavegirl as sexy as this is surprisingly appealing.

"No, my dear, you're correct." You tighten your grip on the chain leading from her wrists, "I don't own you because of these chains. However, according to "The Rehabilitation and Public Safety Act" once a citizen is remanded into this facility, I have complete authority to structure their reeducation and determine the timing and terms of their release." Sandra's soft moan tells you that this is pretty much what she was hoping for when she fashioned the sexy outfit out of your old tee-shirt.

"You can't do this ... I have rights!"

"Not really." Your blunt assessment of her situation is accompanied by pulling her ever your desk and fastening the chain to the thick leg on the far side, "Her Majesty's loyal subjects have rights, rebel bitches like you have to earn back your privileges." With her hands secured to the far side of the desk, Sandra has little choice but to lean over the large wooden surface resting on her forearms. You stroll back behind her and rest your hand on the small of her back; if you thought being stretched out in this **** position would be enough to make this rebel reconsider you are sadly mistaken.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

She might not be afraid yet, but as you knee her legs apart, you wonder how far you can push this fantasy without making things weird between you when this is all over. Or have you passed that point already?