1. The Bondage Gallery


    Date: 2/5/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Hardcore, Spanking, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 90.7, Source: sexstories.com

    experience some light bondage," he said bluntly. "Nothing too painful. Just something you can handle. I want you to try it instead of insulting it." "That's not going to happen." "I thought artists were supposed to be open minded?" he asked rhetorically. "Not when it comes to rough sex that's demeaning to women." "Everything is consensual Liz. Try it. If you don't, you'll never know what you've been missing. You have nothing to lose. No one will ever know. It'll be our dirty little secret." She crossed her arms and thought for a moment. "How would it work?" "Come back next Sunday night when you're in a relaxed mood. Relaxation is important. Then we'll take it from there, slowly." "I don't even know why I'm still listening to you." "People say I'm charming," he said light-heartedly. She smiled, "I'd have to agree." "Next Sunday evening. Dress light. I'll start things gently with you." "The deal is off," she said sharply. "I'm sorry. I think it's best if we stopped contacting each other. Best of luck with your artwork." Frank looked at her without emotions. "The offer still stands. I'll keep my evening clear next Sunday for you." "I've made up my mind. Have a good night." She walked to the door while Frank simply gazed at her like a misbehaving pet. He knew she would return. She was the type. *** Days later. Elizabeth sat behind the desk of her tiny office after the gallery had closed. She was busy calculating the profits for the day. Sales were average. Nothing great. It was ...
    enough to pay the bills and her employees. When the paperwork was done, she leaned back on the chair and looked at pictures she had received from other potential sellers. They were tame. Nothing exciting. Most of the artwork she had been receiving were bland with very little edge to it. Even the nude paintings and photographs she had been receiving looked bland. Everything had become boring after seeing Frank's work. She ran her fingers through her hair, leaning further back. Then she got back to work mode and opened her drawer to look at Frank's bondage photos again. Damn it. I want these pictures. But Frank is a royal ass. She thought. She thought for a moment: Would trying a little bondage hurt? Probably not. No one will never know. It might be fun. I want those pictures. Our dirty little secret. Maybe. Elizabeth closed the gallery in the evening and took a long walk downtown. She needed the fresh air to clear her mind. Frank was right about one thing- she hadn't gotten laid in a very long time. And she was in desperate need of a good orgasm. *** Sunday night. Elizabeth was on her way to Frank's apartment. She wore a casual blue dress. She didn't bother call in advance to notify him. She wanted to see if Frank kept his word about keeping his schedule clear. As it turned out, he did. When she arrived to his apartment door, he greeted her with an expecting smile, as if there was no doubt she was coming. He was dressed sharply and his hair was styled. "Welcome again," he said. ...
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