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We catch each other's gaze as he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in for a kiss.  With a whisper in my ear, "go back inside, I have a surprise for you."  With a quick push back he turns me around and sends me into my house, I can hear him directly behind me.  Turning around to ask what the surprise was as I hear the door close, I am immediately mauled by him.  Pushed into the wall, one arm behind my back, the other wrapped in my hair.  Pinning my arm between my back and his chest he pulls me backward by the fist in my hair, grabbing my other arm and wedging in with the other, he moves up to my throat, his hot breath on the back of my neck.  It's all I can do not to melt into a puddle right there.  

With our bodies pushed into each other, my arms are firmly trapped in between, which frees up both his hands to start playing with my breasts, grabbing and squeezing.  I want so badly to touch him, to kiss him, hard, but I know that if I try to free my arms and touch him without permission there will be consequences.  His hands leave my breasts and move up to my shoulders, backing away just enough for my arms to fall to my sides.  Running his hands all over my shoulder, his breath on the nape of my neck once more, I lean back into him, but he pushes me away, sliding his hands down my shoulders to my wrists, locking them both in one of his hands.  His other hand is up on my right shoulder and with a firm push I walk forward as he guides me into the living room.

Reaching down into his pocket he produces a length of rope.  Starting above my elbows he began binding my arms together behind my back working down to my wrists.  When finished, he removed my day collar, and replaced it with our private one, that he also had with in his pocket. 

"You have remained silent like a good little slut should, I will not gag you for now, but that could easily change if you begin making noise." he murmured.  I graciously smiled for him to show my appreciation.  He returned the favor with a quick slap to the face, and with a snap of his fingers, I was down on my knees, face to the floor.  I could see his feet as they walked away, even without his command, I knew I was not to move until instructed to, as he walked back out the door.