There were certain considerations to observe when living with an exchange student, Steve had learned. Especially one like Elsa. One day early on, he had forgotten entirely that she was staying in his house and he walked into the bathroom for his morning shower. Clad in a towel, she had stood there for a moment, all unapologetic dripping curves, until he could peel his eyes away and shut the door in an embarrassed rush. So, there were bathroom etiquette considerations he had never had to deal with before.
But there were other issues too. Privacy, for example. Steve just had that bad, bad habit of walking into rooms unannounced. The day after his parents had left to visit his aunt (on the mother’s side,) Steve had walked straight into Elsa’s room, looking for a shirt he had left boxed up in the closet. She was sitting in the computer chair wearing a button-up shirt and a pair of black panties, looking at pornography. Bondage pornography.
“Steve! Don’t you ever knock?” she demanded.
He couldn’t think of a thing to say in reply. Both their faces were red now; his from shame, hers from passion.
“Well? Say something, damnit!” she pressed. “Are you going to tell your parents what you saw just now?”
His mind and mouth were shooting blanks. Nothing like this ever happened.
“Because if you did,” she continued, “I don’t think I would be able to live here anymore. I don’t want to go back to Germany.”
“I, uh... I don’t know what to...” his voice trailed off, his mind wandering down a new path every second.
“Don’t say anything. Please.”
He nodded.
“I think you ought to do something. To seal our agreement. Look in the bag over there,” she motioned at a duffel sitting behind her perfectly porcelain bare leg.
He stepped across the room in a daze. This was his first real sexual encounter, though he’d been of age for a few years now. He reached into the bag and drew out a cardboard box labeled www.SAXleather.com.au. Sax?
“I did some shopping before I came to stay here... use them however you want,” she said expectantly.
He looked inside. Chains, cuffs, a collar and a ballgag all rattled around, gleaming at him. He looked at her, unsure.
“Do it. Don’t ask any questions,” she said.
Steve was a bit of a fool when it came to all this, but he wasn’t generally too stupid. He didn’t need to be asked twice.
He pulled the gag into her mouth and buckled it shut tight, pulling her blonde hair to the side so it didn’t get caught in the buckle. Her blue eyes went wide, apparently surprised he was actually going through with it. But she didn’t resist.
He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. Then he quickly cuffed her arms behind the chair, cinching the cuffs as far as they would go without digging into her smooth skin. She tested them and they were secure. She moaned quietly.
For a moment, he seemed to be unsure as to how to proceed. Then, for inspiration, he looked over at the computer pictures she’d been downloading. Pulling a scissors from the desk drawer, he cut through her cheap undergarments, leaving her exposed. Here, she looked up at him, again surprised, but she deferred to his judgment. Finally, he pulled the chain from the SAX box and wrapped her up securely to the chair, locking her in place.
Her full lips moved around the ball, wetting it. The blonde hair fell in her face wildly and her eyes glared at him as she struggled to no use. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“God, you’re beautiful. I never thought I could say it until now.”
At that, any lingering doubt or fight went out of them, and she was his for the rest of the night.
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