An Unfounded Bondage Accusation

Monmouth? The bad guy? Surely not:

We had untied Jessica. The expansive bed filled most of the hotel room, the mattress lodged firmly in the solid frame beneath us, yet it heaved with her frustration while she struggled against the ropes.

Her hands, feet, the intricate chest harness… Ms T lent me a hand unwrapping all of it, starting with the ball gag. It glistened with Jessica’s saliva, the pink rubber indented with teethmarks when I pulled it out.

“You cruel fucker…” Jessica meant it. As if I had been solely responsible for her predicament. The accusation was unfounded.

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