It was during vacation in Brazil that I rekindled an old friendship with Carla. Before we lost touch we had a habit of getting blind drunk together and flirting outrageously. As far as I knew Carla had perfectly normal sexual desires. She had mentioned sleeping with two men as one of her fantasies, but never anything more extraordinary than that. It took me by surprise then, when one day at my house, in my newly refurbished living room; she spotted a paperback novel with female domination as its theme and asked to borrow it.

A little surprised, I asked if she was into that sort of thing. She explained that although she had never experienced any bondage first hand, it was something that excited her and she wanted to know more. Several days later, she turned up at my door. Blushing a deep shade of red, she began to hesitantly remove her t-shirt, slipping it self-consciously from her arms revealing her white lace bra. Selecting a large padlock from the wall, I linked it through the connecting chain of her cuffs and then through the hoop in the ceiling, grunting slightly as I pulled her arms away from their protective position across her chest and over her head, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to prevent the steel digging into the delicate flesh around her wrists. I then pushed her legs apart, hearing her wince as her wrist took yet more of her weight, and secured a three foot iron bar between her outspread legs. Clicking the ankle cuffs home, I stood up to address my new slave…

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