“I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Ms Porter …”

With excitement of the night to come, Bette nearly fell out of the bathroom, having unlocked the door and swung it opened. “I’m here … I’m here. Sorry.”

“Mmm hmm,” Tina answered, turning swiftly to walk back down the hall.

“Where are you going?” Bette panted, needing everything Tina could give. She wanted it rough. She wanted the pain. She wanted the cruelty.

“To my place,” Tina explained, slipping on her over-sized red coat. “I suppose you can come too …”

Bette eagerly nodded, falling all over herself to reach Tina.

“Well, you’ll need shoes and the lot,” Tina sighed, in feigned annoyance as she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder. “Come on, now. Let’s go.”

Bette scurried to find her shoes after she’d pulled a blanket around her shoulders, running out of the house after Tina – the blanket also draped over her bound wrists to keep it secret. “Fuck …” she whispered, seeing that Tina had locked the door after her already. “Can’t we get something else? I still have this rope on.”

“I see that,” was all Tina said, smirking as she opened the car door. “That might come in handy on the way there.”

“T … I can’t be seen like this in public!” Bette whispered, quickly ducking into the car when Tina shot her a look. Her heart was racing when Tina joined her in the car, the beautiful smirk on her lips again

Whispering back, Tina started the car. “Undo your pants and cover yourself with that blanket.”

“What?!”

“Do what I say, Bette.”

That kind of command was impossible to ignore. Tina wanted her to obey it.

So Bette pulled her car door closed and brought the long blanket down to cover her wrists and her lap, slowly working to undo the khaki pants. It was no simple task with her wrists wrapped so tightly, but the bind was seducing her. She could feel herself slipping into that role – the willing slave.

“Good girl,” Tina said with all the passion and control in the world as she reached under Bette’s jacket to massage firm thighs through the beige pants. “Mmm …”