Discovered

His attention then turned back to the footlocker and rummaged through its contents. "By what I see in here, I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun..." I glanced at the clock, 7:03 flickered. Steve watched me look at the clock and said, "Not just tonight, I can see we're going to have a lot of fun on a regular basis." Then he pulled out his cell phone and started snapping pictures. "Click, click, click" came from his phone with each picture he took. "I'm capturing the moment for my personal collection and to ensure you'll be a willing participant when I want to play again." he said.

I could feel the blood drain from my face with his words as terror set in. I thought to myself, "Oh shit! What the hell does he have in mind?"

"You see, Nicole; I think you're one hot number that I'll want to play with regularly -- I'm not so sure you'll be a willing participant to play again on your own, so to help motivate you, I would hate for these pics to end up printed for all our friends to see during happy hour at the neighborhood watering hole."

I felt an icy chill run down my spine with his words as my mind tried to grasp the paralyzing fear of being exposed. I have no idea how long I was zoning. I snapped back to reality when I felt Steve sit on the edge of the bed; he strapped a pair soft restraint cuffs he grabbed out of the footlocker around my ankles. He also had in his hand a couple of ropes with a ring on one end and a snap on the other. He looked at the wall at the head of the bed and spotted the two hooks I had anchored 6' off the floor into the studs of the wall at the each edge of the bed. He slid the ring end of each rope onto the hooks, then lifted my legs up and clipped the snap onto the ring sewn into the cuffs strapped around my ankles. He slowly backed away from my legs. As he backed away my legs followed to go back down to the bed -- only they didn't go very far before the rope was pulled tight holding my legs high in the air and spread apart giving him full access to my crotch.