Sanders - The Hidden Bondage Room: Lesbian BDSM Erotica

The Hidden Bondage Room

Lesbian BDSM Erotica

Kelly Sanders

Copyright 2014 Kelly Sanders

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It was a glorious July afternoon and the sun was scorching the earth around my home with nary a cloud in the sky. I would have given anything to don one of my skimpiest bikinis and lounge around in the back garden by the pool with a glass of wine in my hand, but I had far more pressing issues to tend to. You see, I was frantically tidying the house in preparation for the arrival of Adriana, an estate agent who was popping round to perform a valuation. I had inherited the house from my grandmother and it was far too big for my purposes. I had decided to move to an apartment in the city, which would be much closer to work than my current residence far out amongst the grassy lawns and oak-strewn streets of the suburbs. Thankfully, she was a little late for the appointment, which gave me enough time to clear away all the clutter and make the house at presentable as possible. I even had time to change out of my sweat pants into a pair dark skinny jeans and a smart gold-tinted hi-lo top. With my blonde locks flowing down over my shoulders and the sparkle of my pristine white smile, I was sure to make a good impression. I had only spoken to Adriana on the phone so I had no idea what she looked like, and shortly after getting changed I sat by the bedroom window, staring out onto the road outside to watch as she arrived.

A short while later, a luxury white sedan pulled up to the curb and out stepped a woman whose body could only be described as sensational. In fact, I even let out a brief gasp as I stared down through the net curtains at her impressive bust and hourglass figure. As she walked around onto the pavement and made her way up towards the front door, I could barely take my eyes of the wonderful jiggling cleavage spilling out over the front of her top and her sensuous black hair was as dark as a ravens wing. Even a straight woman would have felt a little tingle down below as they looked at her and suddenly I became quite anxious about meeting her. I had a tendency to spout utter rubbish when I was nervous and I could feel my body beginning to tremble at the prospects of making a fool of myself. Still, the doorbell rang out through the house and I had no choice but to make my way downstairs and let her in. I opened the door to see her standing with a clipboard under one arm, pressing gently against the side of her left breast as she held out her hand to greet me.

Hi, Im Adriana... she said, We spoke on the phone?

Yes, please come in! I said, briefly shaking her hand and then waving her into the living room. The touch of her fingers slipping away from my grasp sent a shiver down my spine and the light scent of her perfume lingering on the air behind her made me shudder as a wave of goose pimples spread across my back. It was almost impossible to draw my eyes away from her ass as I watched it wiggled cheekily behind her. She oozed sex appeal and even her slightly husky voice sounded incredibly naughty.

What a lovely home! she said, scanning every corner of the living room before proceeding into the kitchen.

Can I offer you a drink? I asked, opening the fridge while she carefully walked around and made some notes on her clipboard.

Coffee? she asked, staring at the empty machine on the worktop. I set about filling it with ground beans and water while she wandered out into the garden. The smell of roasted coffee wafted into the air and filled the kitchen, hitting her as soon as she returned from looking at the pool.

Mmm! she hummed with a wide-eyed smile, almost like the smell had triggered her arousal. Such a noise wouldnt seem out of place in the bedroom in the dead of night. She continued, Shall we look at the upstairs while its boiling?

Sure! I said, leading her towards the stairs. I wished that I could walk behind her as she ascended the stairs, as another look at that incredible ass would have been very much appreciated. However, as she trailed behind me I turned back to make some small talk, only to realise that she was staring at my own slender curves. Cheeky cow, I thought; only lightly aware of my own hypocrisy. She averted her eyes immediately and smiled at me, as if she wasnt remotely embarrassed by what she had done. I suddenly came over with a flush of warmth that consumed my flesh, no doubt turning my cheeks bright red as I led her towards the back bedroom. I kept my face turned away long enough to fan some cool air over my skin, finally waving her inside to peruse the room. She took a long look and made a quick note before moving on to the bathroom and then the second guest bedroom. Like I say, such a huge house for someone living alone was just needless and the size and stillness of the house often creeped me out a little at night. We moved on to the last room my bedroom at the front of the house. As soon as she walked inside, she noticed something was amiss.

Thats strange... she said, stepping back outside to peer over the banister as if she was trying to recall the shape and size of the living room below.

Uh, what is? I asked, cringing with far greater embarrassment as I realised she was about to reveal my secret. She stepped back into the bedroom and walked over to the right-hand wall, where she stood for a extended moment, scanning the large draped I had hung across it. She moved a little closer, instantly setting me on the defence.

Whats the matter? I asked, darting in front of her before she could proceed any further. She could tell instantly that I was hiding something and grinned at me, noticing also the proximity of her cleavage to my chest as I stood before her. I ever-so-briefly looked down at her breasts, sending a light tingle to my pussy and another shiver around my body before forcing myself to look away.

Whats the secret? she asked, grinning gleefully as I firmed my stance, What are you hiding in there?

I dont know what you mean. I replied, gulping nervously as she tried to step around me.

There should be another room here... she said, pointing at the drapes behind me.