Lucas changes his mind

He moved behind her and held her shoulders, then slid his hands down her arms. "I know I told you I wasn't going to cuff you, but I've changed my mind. Interlace your fingers, pet."

She did as she was told and he began wrapping something around her arms, behind her back, starting at her wrists. A rope, she realized. It was coarse and almost immediately began irritating her skin, but if anything that just added to her arousal. At first she feared it would be too loose—a thought that would have made her laugh if she had been able—but as he worked his way from her wrists to her elbows, she found her arms getting drawn together more and more, even without any noticeable effort on his part to tighten it.

When he finished tying the rope off, halfway to her shoulders, she gave an experimental tug to test its security—and found her arms were completely immobilized; she couldn't move them an inch. The moan that escaped her was startlingly sensual; when he chuckled, she couldn't help but blush.

"Well, well. All this time I thought you were just an exhibitionist, but if you like being tied up this much, maybe do it more often. Would you like that?"

She wanted to nod, but all that came out was a garbled moan.

"Now there's only one thing left to do."

He was still behind her, and for a moment she couldn't tell what he was doing, but then she felt an upwards tug on the leash. He fiddled with the rope around her arms and she realized he was tying loose end of the leash to it. Slung over the beam above her as it was, she would have to remain perfectly still, not quite on tiptoes, but almost.

The startling realization made her lose her balance and she felt the collar tugging threateningly at her throat. An instant later, his arms were around her and he helped her back upright. She took half a step outwards, but he immediately caught on.

"None of that now. Feet together."

"'Urr?" she squeaked.

She instinctively drew back when he placed a hand on her cheek. "You've been doing so well. Don't make me punish you."

She hesitated. The wave of raw animal panic that came over her every time she felt the pull of the collar on her neck played havoc with her desire to obey him.

His voice softened and he ran a hand down her spine. "Relax, pet, you can do this. I will keep you from falling. Trust me."

She took a deep shuddering breath, then moved her feet back together. He held her for a moment longer, then released her. Immediately, she felt herself sway from side to side as she fought to stay on her feet.

She couldn't believe how much trouble she was having just to keep from falling over. It should have been easy, but the combination of the pressure on her throat, her immobilized arms, the blindfold, and his order to keep her feet together that made it much harder than she could've ever imagined.

He had to catch her several more times before she realized that it was the pulling at her collar that kept making her overcompensate. That was the last piece of the puzzle she needed to finally keep herself upright.

He noticed the change in her stance right away. "There you go. I knew you could do it."

Though the sweat trickled down her body as she fought to keep her balance, she managed a proud grin anyway.

Though Eldwyn couldn't see it, Lucas was grinning from ear to ear as well. He hadn't quite planned this, but he was rather pleased with how it had turned out. Sure, he knew she would bring a gag and her collar, but the bondage was improvised, as was the predicament with the leash he put her in.

She still wasn't entirely stable, but he suspected that was mostly due to what was going on in her head. He had put a little tension on the leash, but she stood with her feet flat, as she had before he tied the leash to the ropes around her arms. He could tell she was beginning to get used to it all, though, as her breaths continued to slow and her expression relaxed. Still, he stayed nearby. If she did topple, he would be ready to catch her long before the leash strangled her.

Staying nearby had another advantage, he pondered as he removed his shoes. Bondage was all well and good, but from her flagging prick, he could tell she needed a little more from their session.

Barefoot now, he moved near-silently around her. Every now and again, he made one of his footfalls a little louder, enjoying how she tried to use those cues to face him, either by craning her neck or taking tiny steps to turn herself around.

Once she had adjusted to that game, he suddenly grabbed her from behind, one arm around her neck, the other steadying her hip.

"Eeeh!" She yelped from behind the gag, jumping in surprise and fear.

He held her firmly against him, his member digging into her soft ass. He whispered into her ear, "You look incredibly sexy like this, all tied up and exposed. Maybe I should call over a few friends, show off my newest ornament."