*Richard gets a chance to get back at his wife Jane’s snarky friend Charlotte when Jane asks him to tie her friend up. But it is just the beginning of their little erotic afternoon. Full story on Amazon here:* [*https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BW6FXPL2)
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I pull out the chair and gesture for Charlotte to sit as if I was a waiter at a fancy restaurant. Charlotte’s high heels click loudly on the wooden floor as she strides toward the chair and sits down.
“If you would kindly place your hands behind the backrest, Charlotte,” I say, sounding as polite as I am capable of. I can smell her expensive perfume as I kneel behind her. Her wrists are slender, as are her hands, and I make sure to add a few extra loops and knots to ensure that she will not be able to escape. Her glittering gold watch and bracelets are visible between the white coils. Her wrists are crossed, and even now, I know that she has no chance of escape. This is a solid, efficient tie, and I feel a pleasant tingle down my spine as I look at her hands open and close.
Charlotte snorts. “This isn’t so bad, Jane, you’re too …”
“He’s not done,” my wife says. She has gotten up from her chair and stands in front of Charlotte, looking down at her friend with a smug smile. Her legs are spread, giving the impression of a woman who has finally reclaimed power and is looking to intimidate the person in front of her.
I sense a hint of hesitation from Charlotte, but I do not give her the chance to protest before I tie her ankles to each of the front chair legs. She looks vulnerable as she sits there with spread legs, and a subtle frown has appeared between her eyes. I cannot tell if it is frustration or a hint of arousal sparkling in her eyes as I start tying her torso as well. I keep adding more rope until I have nothing left; Charlotte’s generous bosom looks bigger now, caught between the white ropes. I take a step back and stand next to my wife to admire my masterpiece. The powerful gallery owner is helpless, hardly able to move, but she retains her cool, collected demeanor and refuses to admit defeat.
“Uncomfortable, Charlotte?” Jane asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Not at all. I don’t know what you were whining about, this is nothing.”
My wife winks at me. “She’s very talkative, don’t you think?” She bites her lower lip. “Gag her.”
“What?” Charlotte glares at my wife, then at me as the porcelain mask cracks and desperation sneaks through, aided by a generous dose of anger. “Don’t you dare!” Her eyes are shooting lightning as I approach her and remove the green scarf tied around her neck. She struggles and thrashes, trying to prevent me from gagging her, but the ropes ensure that she cannot resist as I force the scarf in between her teeth and ties it tightly behind her head. Her protests turn into muffled, pitiful groans, and I feel a deep sense of satisfaction after finally silencing the annoying woman.
“Well done, sweetie,” my wife says. She is standing with her hands on her hips, chuckling confidently at the sight of Charlotte’s struggles. The sunlight falls through the huge windows, bathing Jane in an ethereal glow, shimmering on the treads of the gorgeous suit. She looks beautiful, otherworldly, and powerful. “I think she needed that.”
*I’m not done yet, dear wife.*
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