Chapter 2: Chapter 2
I've never seen anyone look so good gagged. Her dark hair is soft and curly. I could run my fingers through it while she's bound. Tape bondage is my thing. I love it. There is something sensual about bondage that I just can't explain. Maybe it’s the control. I move my hand down the curve of her spine. I hear her moan through the tape. I take my hand and squeeze both of her perfect butt cheeks.
She turns her head back to me. I see the silver tape hugging her lips. This was the perfect day to deliver a certified letter to the home of Dr. Margaux Briggs. She lives alone in a mansion. The gates and walls are thick and high. It takes me 10 minutes just to drive through the gates. I hated signature tracking. It's such a complete waste of a mail carrier's time. But it needed to be done. My boss said if I ignored one more signature, I would be fired. I'm glad I heeded that advice.
Dr. Briggs opened the door before I could even knock. She had a beautiful red dress that clung to her curvy body.
"I know you, don't I?" She asked. Her green eyes stared intently at me. I have several facial piercings that people usually wander to first, but this was straight eye contact.
"Well, I'm not sure. Where do you think you know me from?" I was at a total loss. This woman was gorgeous; beautiful brown skin, green eyes, a large Afro hairstyle that was pinned back only slightly. She bit her lip playfully. Straight white teeth showing under those red lips.
"My Tapr app. RyRy the mail guy. Isn't that you?"
I felt exposed. I felt my face go beat red. Seriously? Tapr? I didn't think there was anyone in this area with that app. Tapr is a meet-up app for kinksters with a tape fetish. I love tape bondage. I need it, in fact. But I didn't think anyone in this area would have it.
"Well,uh, yes. Haha. That's me." I certainly wasn't winning any awards for hiding my befuddlment. She smiled wide.
"I think maybe you should come in."
She gestured towards the sitting room. I followed her inside. The house was fucking huge. Filled with ethnic art from all over the world. I couldn't help but follow the sway of her hips.
"You may want to tell your boss you'll be late getting back." She said, looking back. "I was hoping you'd say that." I couldn't believe this was happening. We made it to the sitting room after I finished sending a half hearted text message to my boss. She shut the door and locked it. She turned to face me.
"I think you'll like this," she said.