Games People Play by Mikel (WebArchive)

Julie and Mark had been together for almost five years, they had met at a fetish convention and even though they, at the time, couldn’t see each other’s faces had hit it off and spent the rest of the weekend together and hadn’t been apart since. Julie was a good sub and enjoyed Mark as her dom. Mark loved Julie and her svelte and toned body and long blonde hair but especially loved her almost uncontrollable need to be bound. Julie had always wanted to be a servant, to be forced to do others bidding and through most of her life had been taken advantage of by people who discovered this trait and used her for their own purposes. She always wore fetish attire, most of the time when it really wasn’t appropriate, her tight corsets and skirts with tall heels had gotten her in trouble at work on several occasions and when she wore her neck, wrist and ankle shackle’s her boss didn’t know what to think.

Mark had not been looking for a sub but couldn’t resist when Julie had asked him to lead her around the convention by the leash attached to the pussy rings Julie was wearing. Mark was amazed at her tiny waist from an incredibly tight corset that forced her to gasp for each breath making her chest heave seductively, the same style that she still wore almost twenty four seven today, a tall posture collar that held her head firmly erect and forced her head slightly back and thigh high ballet boots that made her legs look incredibly long, Julie had learned how to walk in the boots early on and still wears them every chance she gets, the leash she had handed him ran into her leather thong and was attached at her pussy lips by two large piercings that had now been joined by four more and was used to keep her pussy locked up, usually with something hidden inside it to keep her attention.

The shoulder length leather gloves where locked on by small wrist cuffs with one having a chain dangling from it, her ankles where locked together by the matching cuffs with a much longer chain connecting them but it still forced her to take smaller steps when she walked, the mask she was wearing blocked most of her vision and kept her from being recognized by anyone. Mark on the other hand was wearing a leather suit jacket and pants with a lone ranger type mask that allowed him to see everything as he stood a stared at this beauty, following her entranced by the swaying her adornments forced to make as she walked. After an hour he finally spoke to her as she looked at a new corset and soon they were laughing and talking both feeling very comfortable with one another...