KATLYN
I was transfixed and there was no other word for it.
A man in black pants was positioning a woman over a leather bench that was lifted up at one side and had a slope down the other. It put the woman at half bent position and arched her back in a way that her arse was high up in the air. She was wearing a black corset of zig zag satin ribbons, molding to her curves and going down to wrap between her legs, just barely hiding her from everyone, leaving her arsecheeks bare and the pale flesh glowed in the warm light.
The man rounded to the front and with his back to us, he whispered something in the woman’s ear. Whatever he said, I saw the way she relaxed, her whole weight now on the bench as the man knelt down and handcuffed her wrists one by one to the iron legs of the contraption
