The Stretch
by @derenElena , sixty years old and plump with olive skin, stands in nothing but a strappy black halter dress and high heel stilettos, her hands suddenly bound to a ceiling bar until her toes barely touch the floor. Stretched taut and exposed, she waits for her first bondage session.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Elena
A 60-year-old woman with short, shoulder-length jet-black hair and olive skin that speaks to her Mediterranean heritage. She's short and plump, with a soft, matronly figure and C-cup breasts barely contained by the strappy black leather halter that ties around her neck and falls just above her knees. Her body trembles slightly as she hangs from the ceiling bar, arms stretched above her, stiletto heels barely grazing the floor—a mix of fear and anticipation written across her weathered face, the first time in decades she's let someone else take control.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Ceiling Bar
The rope cinches around her wrists and she rises, the ceiling bar taking her weight until only the tips of her stilettos touch the floor. Her breath punches out as the leather halter pulls taut across her chest, the strappy panels riding up her thighs. She twists, testing the bindings, and the halter shifts against her nipples, a sharp friction she didn't expect. Her mother-in-law's heels click once as she settles into the stretch, the room silent except for her own ragged breathing and the creak of leather.
Hogtied on the Floor
The rope at her wrists is cut and she drops, her knees buckling as her stilettos hit the concrete, and before she can find her balance he is already working—winding fresh hemp around her ankles, cinching them together, then drawing the line back to her bound wrists until her spine bows and her cheek presses into the cold floor. She tries to shift, to find any slack, but there is none—the rope pulls her tighter with every breath, the leather straps digging into her ribs and the damp crotch of the harness pressed against the concrete. He steps back, and she hears his boots on the floor as he circles her, and she lies there, face-down, hogtied, unable to move a single inch, her cunt wet against the leather and her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.