Bound

The short, golden chain tickled my spine and goose bumps paraded up and down my entire body. The next instance his warm hand was pressing into my shoulder blades and I was being forced over the back of the suede chair.

I had never thought much about leather before, but as my stomach, chest and face came into contact with the soft, subtle suede I knew that I was addicted to having leather in my life.

"It's your first time, isn't it," came Jason's voice behind me as his hand reached out and touched my quivering ass, atop the back of the chair.

I almost jumped at his touch as I managed to get out a shaky, "Yes," as his hand explored my pleading flesh.

Would he whip me? Or just spank my ass? Whip, spank, ahh, such dreams. Dreams that would soon become reality.

How would I react to the pain?

I had dreamed of it often, but had never participated in the actual administration thereof. Would I take it in stride? Or would I whimper and scream?

I truly didn't know.

But I did know that I would ne