“Jesus…” I couldn’t help but to mutter. No matter how many times I saw her at the gym, I simply couldn’t believe it. I mean I worked out too, but she was different, built like a fucking Greek god. Her veins looked like they were about to pop as she pulled the lat pulldown. I had thought about asking her out or something but never could work up the courage; to be honest, she was intimidating. Taller than me, way more muscu...

I saw her boots first when she removed my blindfold. Those long, shiny, black, leather boots. They reached all the way to her slender thighs. I was on my knees, with my face on the floor, not allowed to move or lookup. When I was blindfolded, she had undressed me and put me in some form of leather clothing. Now, I could see what it was. It was a red, leather straitjacket. So, that’s how she tied my arms on the front, I th...