Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Two
Craftsmate and I rounded a few corners and found a wall where two leather arm restraints hung down from two short, adjustable chains. I bit my lip nervously as he set his bag down, but tried to act a bit cavalier as I approached the chains.
I backed up carefully against the wall, raising my arms up and smiling playfully. “All right, I’m ready.”
“Sweetheart,” he replied with a smirk, “I think I want you facing the wall.”
Blushing, I turned on my heel before he seized my arms up and started securing them into the cuffs.