Free Little Book of Fantasies by Miranda Heart Page B

around in front of her with a hanky and dabbed the moisture from her cheeks. “When I’m sure you’ve calmed down, I’ll take the gag off. After all, soon you’ll need to guess what’s going on. Though, I will tell you before you even start, I’m very disappointed in you right now.”
    Her shoulders would have drooped if she could have managed it. At a complete loss as to what might be going on, she stayed silent. She didn’t understand either his rough treatment, or his disappointment. None of this made sense. An overnight trip to San Antonio seemed more appropriate.
    “Recently, I read about some of this. It said if you can focus on my voice, my actions, you’re less likely to notice your own discomfort.”
    Read about what?
    He must have seen her confused look. “Did you think I knew how to use all these toys already?” He ran a hand down her back. His fingers traveled over her ass, making her shiver in response. “No, I had to go read about them. I wouldn’t want to hurt you, or cause you any undo stress.”
    Her eyes looked heavenward to indicate her restraints.
    He laughed in response. “Trust me, it could be much worse.”

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Chapter Two
    Sweat broke out on her brow. She didn’t see an air conditioning unit anywhere. He left her hanging to go sit down on the bed. He fumbled through his bag, laid several toys out, but she didn’t recognize even one of them. Well, she did recognize the feather. She grimaced. Tickling wasn’t her thing. And then he pulled out a small, glass, phallic object with a wide base. A glove made of fur. She closed her eyes, embarrassed.
    “You know this was your idea. I don’t know why you have to act all shy about it.”
    She looked at him one brow raised and mumbled, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Evidently, you didn’t when I asked you before about it.”
    They settled into silence. The fullness of her bladder began to bother her. She looked around, but there didn’t seem to be anywhere she could go. She pressed her legs together. No way would she pee on herself. She fidgeted some more.
    “What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. He stood up from the bed. “That isn’t an answer. What’s wrong?”
    All she could do was hang her head and cross her legs, one over the other.
    He looked her up and down. “So you still can’t even manage to hold it for two hours, can you?”
    She stared at him. Her jaw ached from the force of the gag in her mouth.
    “No. You can’t pee until I give you permission.”
    She pleaded with her eyes.
    “No. And the more you think about it, the worse it’ll get.”
    She huffed and pressed her thighs together. She snuck a glance in the mirror. What a strange sight to see herself like this. Almost like everyday, without the chains of course. It wasn’t like the times he had turned her around in bed to face the mirror, grabbed hold of her hair, and told her to watch herself getting fucked.
    This was different. She felt vulnerable like this. She stared at herself, more out of curiosity at this point, or maybe because there was nothing better to look at. She had to admit she looked pretty good with her arms pulled tightly above her head. It gave her small breasts a perkiness they lacked when her arms were down, her stomach long and lean. Her cleanly shaven pussy hid between her thighs. Just to play she moved them apart. Her thighs resembled the trim and attractive girls from the sports catalogues that he liked so much. She scoffed. As if one of those girls would ever be found in this position.
    Kaitlyn cocked her head to the side. Dangling from iron shackles, she resembled someone from another era. Kidnapped for his pleasure. Hadn’t that been a fantasy of hers for a long time? For whatever reason he did this, he didn’t seem to mean her harm. Right?
    She couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the eroticism of hanging, shackled and bound. Her nipples hardened at the idea of staying strung up and forced to accept the