No bdsm Stories

I swallowed hard as we walked up to the door we were looking for. Lisa was clutching my hand tightly; she had grabbed it as soon as she could after we got out of the car and her grip had got tighter with every step. Taking both her hands and looking into her eyes, I asked, “Are you sure?” “Yes,” she replied, quietly at first and then she steeled herself; pushing her shoulders back she repeated, “Yes.” I raised my hand, cl...