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This is a work of fiction but mixed up with some real-life events. This is my first attempt at publishing a story and first at writing porn. Adel and I have been great friends for many years. We first met each other at work; my third job and her second real job after college. But Adel had moved into a different job, and we now see each other less.

These days Straitjacket bondage stories usually see each other a few times a year for lunch or dinner. My mobile phone starts to ring; I grope around the bed, trying to find it. I squint down, find the right way up and answer the call. In the silence can just hear music in the background. I look at my phone screen. I take a deep breath and summon the energy to move, jump out of bed, find some jeans, throw on a white t-shirt, skip the socks, and slip on my leather work shoes; grab my keys and phone, and jump in my Nissan Maxima.

I walk over and start giving a vague description of Adel. You can go in and get her. I thank him, and walk past; get through the entryway, letting my senses adjust. There are only a few small groups of people left; everybody is sitting at tables or the bar. There are two people hanging over by the bar.

I head over to the bar. I nod to the lady trying to help Adel and nod my head to the dude who is looking at Adel from the next stool. Her eyes spin around to focus Straitjacket bondage stories me, and her head spins around. I look at her, thinking her drinks are about to come up as well, but she keeps them down. This lady nods at me and walks around me; goes behind the bar. Then I twig, she is part of the staff. I take them and say thanks. The dude on the other side of her looks disappointed, says nothing, and turns away.

I scoop up Adel, under one arm trying to hold her up and lead her to the door. The door guy opens the door and helps me get her down and across the road to my car. He turns around and walks back. I undo her purse and find her keys, pull them out and press the button.

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A car feet away blinks its lights. My dick just does a happy jump - corsets are super sexy. I can see her thinking about it or trying not to throw up. I repeat the question to her in a gentler tone. I grab her handbag, phone, get out and walk around to her side of the car, open the car door and catch her head as it falls out.

I somehow manage the door lock Straitjacket bondage stories and twirl her around. We do the drunken crab waltz into the living room, spinning past the fireplace. She stands straighter with her hands akimbo. I manoeuvre around her and untie the knotted bow at the top and bottom of the corset. I am just ignoring my dick; even though I know, I can feel him jumping in my pants. The corset comes undone quickly, falling past her waist to around her CFM boots.

I guess Adel is a 34B. I leave her there standing, for 20 seconds while I go to my wardrobe and grab a fresh t-shirt for her. I put it over her head, and she obliges by putting her arms in - eventually. She sits down on the leather sofa, shivers from the coolness of the leather. She looks at me.

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I walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water and 2 Panadol and walk back and pass them to her. She takes them with a big gulp of water, then sips more. I sit next to her and start to unite her CFM boots. Adel extends her leg to make it easier. They are laced all the way up to just under her knee Straitjacket bondage stories. Left foot then right - they finally undo enough to get her feet out. Um, I need to pee.

I hear her put the seat down, use the toilet. I sit, waiting, wondering where she should sleep. I am truly worried that she has had her drink spiked, but I think she will be ok; well, she got to the toilet - just. I knock on the door, no response; I twist the knob on the door, open the door carefully; then manage to catch her as she falls forward.

I help her stand up, we both realize her knickers are around her ankles. She walks out of them, and I take her to my bed. I tuck her in on the other side, trying to get her to sleep on her side, by wedging a pillow down her side. Now I trust myself, so I strip down to shorts and jump in next to her and lay awake listening to her slow breathing. My alarm goes off at AM. I kill it immediately. I get dressed and make some toast. At AM I am ready to go to work. I leave Adel a quick note and leave it on the bedside table next to her, with her keys, and purse.

PS: You said your purse was stolen, so cancel your cards. We need to have a chat about your wardrobe - seriously. Dress up a little for Friday, eh? Reading in between the lines from Adel, I am convinced that she wants to discuss emotional stuff with me. Seems to happen Straitjacket bondage stories poor choices catch up with her. After work Friday, I go home; shower, and put on a clean shirt with my work suit pants, actually brush my hair. The only other set I have is black cotton.

I change the duvet cover as well; to some pseudo-Chinese styled - black with gold writing. Finally, I tidy up and clean up the stray clothes that have escaped the washing basket. Feeling like a few drinks tonight, I grab an Uber to Raphael's. I am there in about 15 minutes, but I am late by a few minutes. Her brown hair tied up in a high ponytail.

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I give her a hug and peck on the cheek. Adel asks for our table, giving her name. So we are sitting next to each other. There is a plastic lampshade, with a low power bulb giving off a yellow glow. The tablecloth is under a transparent plastic sheet; both look dated, but they are clean. Most of the other tables are already full, and they all have reserved s. I thirsty scan the wine list, pick out a bottle of Sauvignon blanc from California.

I ask the waiter; a girl who is about 14, if we could get a bottle of this. It arrives quick and cold, in a plastic wine cooling bucket with ice. I pour us each a generous glass. As soon as the first couple of sips have been swallowed; our tongues Straitjacket bondage stories to talk.

We start chatting about life and stuff, excluding recent adventures leaving out Tuesday early morning adventure; it seems a little too personal for the first bottle. We order a shared dips platter and mains I have chicken and bacon fettuccine in white wine sauce, Adel has mushroom fettuccine carbonara and we get a 2nd bottle of white to share. I freeze, mouth full of pasta, oh-shit, I have only one leather jacket. Shit, she knows, she knows; I start to panic. I cringe and shrink back into my chair.

Please, god, let me hide.

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I am reluctant to speak, feeling ashamed. I look into her eyes, they seem keen, but her body language is all over the place. What about you? I pause, I can feel my heart racing, try to sound calm but scared as hell.

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I want to know what sort of stuff you like. I sit for a minute; contemplating where to start. I weakly smile. So I can tease her, pleasure her, fuck her. I love getting blow jobs, and I love sex. I love the idea of being begged to fuck because her pleasure is just too intense.

Shit does that even make sense? I sit there looking at her eyes to find a reaction, all I see is her eyes looking past me. I am hoping that she is imagining what I have said. I did need to go, but mostly I need some fresh water on my face to help get my mojo under control. I return to the table a few minutes later, and find the table vacant, our glasses are there, but the plates have been taken away. Did she bail, has she run away? After a few minutes, she returns. I look up at her Straitjacket bondage stories she sits down. We pause a second and go back for seconds but with more passion.

I await her response, dreading, fearing rejection from her. She can tell that I am confused. I pull out my phone and order an Uber. We stand up and glide over the counter, I ask for one more bottle of wine to take away, and I pay the bill. I just want to get home and wrap up my present. Being Friday night there is a minute wait for the Uber, we could have just about walked it.

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