Serene: Gold Digging Super-bitch

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My beloved boot shop is having a sale today and I absolutely have to go! I determine to saucy converse my bf Ivan into letting me borrow his credit card and then It’s off to the races for me! I sit in his lap, crossing my legs, attempting to butter him up. I wrap my mitt around him and converse to him about the footwear I have that he likes, gesturing at my sole to make sure he’s looking at my legs…hoping to persuade him to give me the card. I hug him and pray him. He tells me that he had plans for this afternoon, and I tell him that’s good he can just give me the card then he can go do whatever he wished to do. Ivan tells me to jump up so he can get his wallet, and I’m already determining what I’m going to buy! Instead of handing me his no-limit credit card, he captures some wire and pulls my hands behind my back. He tells me that he’s eventually convinced that I’m nothing more than a gold digging whore. I attempt to defend my actions, shifting the blame to him, shrieking at him for snooping, and saying him that you can’t believe what other people say, etc, but he just keeps cording my wrists. I say in my sweetest voice, “Don’t you trust me?” even batting my eyelashes. Ivan captures my legs, wanking them into his lap, cording them at the knee and ankle. He tells me that he’s going to find me a fresh home where the boy has a pile of money. I glance at him suspiciously, and as he talks, it becomes more clear, he’s planning to sell me to some boy I don’t even know. He unbuckles my belt and throws it on the floor, claiming that he bought it, it’s his belt. He pulls my t-shirt up and pulls my melons out. I attempt to wriggle away from him, saying him he doesn’t have the right to knead me anymore. Things get worse. He pulls my hair back and sticks a meaty wad of cloth in my mouth and then wraps a 6” broad ace bandage around my head over my mouth. I proceed to shriek at him thru the gag until he eventually leaves me alone. I fight on the bed attempting to loosen the straps but they are too tight and just seem to bite into my flesh even more. I make my way to the floor before he returns. When he lets out more rope, I attempt to scoot away from him. He pulls me back into place and adds wire going under my melons and over my upper arms. He trusses the titty harness to my feet, pulling them up close to my ass and shifts me to my side to truss it off to my wrists. I can hardly move at all now. After what feels like forever, Ivan returns and asks me if I want to remain with him and be his restrain bondage gimp or go to the fresh guy. I agree to stay, but he says that we’ll observe how much the boy is going to suggest for me. He throws me over his shoulder and carries me out to the man..