Thread: Tame master, forceful slave (Jane X QB)

Love- At my friend Adam's place. I'm tied up with business at the moment. Can you come pick me up? Thanks! xxxo, Robin --- Adam ran his fingers through his wild, blonde hair he and Robin were sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when his ringtone sounded, echoing through the otherwise abandoned top floor of the apartment building in the dilapidated downtown area of the city. He had gotten the flat for cheap, and barely had anything unpacked in the two months since moving in. School kept him mostly preoccupied, and school was where he had met Robin. They had flirted occasionally, but their relationship was based more on wishing the other to be more than he or she was Adam, cool-headed, firm in tone and never seen without a cigarette hanging from between chapped lips. Though raised in a well-to-do household, he had always rebelled and had become a jack-of-all-trades thusly, but few things piqued his interests like the call to be a Dominant. Though he respected Robin's submissive nature tremendously, he needed a slave- one who would bend to his will unquestioningly, and Robin just wasn't quite the right fit. She was headstrong, often demanding, and though willing to be trained, still too eager to push her boyfriend around than what Adam was comfortable with. No, Robin was just a sub, not a slave, but the moment she called for his help, he rushed to her side and formulated the plan. Robin grinned from ear to ear. Is it him? she demanded. Is it? She grabbed a hold of his muscular arm and shook it. Adam put a finger to his lips, and the girl immediately fell silent, almost obediently. To occupy herself, she began to braid her long, black hair, as she heard Adam agree to meet Thomas at the bottom floor. Once he hung up, she looked up at him with a knowing grin, and rushed to the bedroom, where she slipped off her clothes and replaced them with a pale, pink corset, ornately decorated with lace and ribbons, and a pair of thigh-high, black, sheer stockings. After slipping on a pair of black stilletos to add a boost of height to her lithe frame, Robin called in Adam. I'm ready! she shouted. Adam coolly entered the room, giving her a look-over and smiling coyly. Looks good, he quipped, taking a puff of his cigarette. After a few minutes of simple ropework, Robin was tied to a chair positioned in the middle of the nearly empty room, directly in front of the door. Her small ankles were bound to the legs of the chair her slender arms tied behind her and secured to the chair. Adam was hunched over a large, wooden chest, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. He adjusted his cool, blue spectacles and said, Open wide, then fit a ball gag inside her mouth. Satisfied she was too tempting to resist dominating, he straightened up and said, I'll be downstairs, waiting for Tommy. Don't call him Tommy, was Robin's initial retort, but what instead emitted from her mouth was Oh- ooh mhm mhmm-uh! Beaming at her new predicament, Robin looked up to Adam and winked. Adam smiled, touched her chin affectionately, and left Robin to stay helplessly in position. As he waited downstairs, he unbuttoned a few of his vest buttons and rolled up his white sleeves. This should be fun, he mumbled, as an unfamiliar car pulled up.