To change

In your closet is a dress you bought at a Renaissance Faire two years ago. It was the cheapest dress the vendor had, made of thin blue cotton, machine sewed with glass beads, nothing at all like the expensive embroidered gown in the picture, but you shimmy into it as quickly as possible. The knee length skirt swings around your legs freely but the top of the dress is another matter, the bodice just barely fits around your full breasts, even when the laces are loosened as much as possible. You had no chains or ropes, but the top draw of your dresser had a fine collection of scarves, draping several over your shoulders you twist the last one tightly around your wrists. One quick glance in the lull length mirror on your bedroom door confirms that you are any young man's fantasy.

Your tits bulge obscenely from the loosely laced bodice, your bare feet and calves are fully exposed under the swirling skirt and with your hands bound tightly before you look for all the world like a prime piece of viking plunder. As you reenter the living-room you see Christopher pacing nervously, he has pulled on his pants and shirt (still unbuttoned) and the excited gleam in his eyes when he sees how you're dressed confirms your hopes.

"What time do you have to be home?" You ask him as calmly as if you had changed back into your regular clothes, instead of this provocative costume.

"Uh, by one." He stammers out. A quick glance at the clock confirms your sense of timing.

"Well then Sajen." You deliberately use his alter ego's name so there will be no confusion about your intent. "You have a little over three hours to tame the prideful Elecia." You take two more steps in his direction and place the dangling end of the scarf that binds you in his hand but then you back away. "You'll have to be forceful, and cruel as you break her," you warn him. "Elecia will fight and plead with you until you find a way to make her beg." You smile at him one more time. "I promise to do my best to be your **** virgin, Sajen if you do your best to make me cum as many times as you can in these next two hours."

"Really?" You can sense the potential behind this 'nice' young man.

"Please, Sir." You fall into the role of the captured beauty easily. "My Father is Viscount Girard D'Nevaux. He will pay a ransom of gold if I am returned to him untouched." The role play aspect of this game seems to do the trick, because Christopher straightens slightly and his shoulders broaden noticeably as he jerks you a half step closer with the scarf.

"I have gold enough, Mademoiselle," Christopher's voice deepens and picks up something of an accent. "neither do I care for waiting; not when I can take what I want right now."