I am free... I think.
Part Two
Quite nostalgic, I am sure, for Heather to return to the barn of Granddad’s south western Texas ranch. Such telling teenaged antics occurred within.
Particularly nostalgic in having a naked male present. I kneel in wonderment with the woman who now controls all; my mind, my body, my life. As she checks the substantial tethers which hold me securely in place, tummy down on a padded leather bench.
I can’t move an inch. Even Elsa would be complimentary of the elaborate and tight leather straps.
“Feel free to scream,” Heather politely advises, her fingers sensuously smoothing over my buttocks to bring a brisance of delight, momentarily alleviating the intensity of my apprehension.
“Ten miles to the nearest house, and most times no one is there.”
I can not
