(This is an imaginary letter - nothing of this is real and it should never be real - it’s just a work of fiction)
-Dear Mum and Dad:
First of all, let me tell you I’m OK. After the day I was kidnapped I cried and got desperate, but now I’m fine. This seems to be good luck after all.
I’ve been transported to somewhere I can’t really tell you where is it. I couldn’t tell even if they let me, because I don’t know where I am. They’re taking special care with me and I have everything I want just at the snap of a finger.
I’ve also made some friends. They all speak English also (although some of them seem not to be native speakers) and we’ve becoming very close. They gave us a number, and mine is three. You would love eight, she’s so cute… and fourteen is very smart also. As a matter of fact all of them seem very classy and educated.
We have lots of time for luxury and relax, and some times to work… Speaking of that… it’s not so hard. They only ask us to be nice and play with some friends. I’ve learned lots of things and I do really enjoy it.
They told me to specially state to you that you shall not, by any means try to find me. They showed me photos from my sister Cindy and also from you both. They don’t want to harm you.
I’m sad you’ll miss my 20th birthday, but I’ve been promised that I’ll meet you again in something like five years from now. They also told me something about “a lot of money”. I’ll get to a very good University when I’m back, so don’t worry.
She kept on staring to the cuffs and the collar. It was her first time and she wouldn’t know what to do. Should her follow her desires? Or should her follow her mind’s advices ?
She read the letter again:
“Put the collar on and cuff yourself carefully to the bed”
Her sex throbbed and her mind raced…. Slowly she took the collar and put it around her neck. She went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed hesitantly. She looked at the cuffs once more. Another pulse of arousal drove through her body. She took one of the ends of the cuffs and closed it against her left wrist. It felt strangely good…
She bit her lip and laying in the bed face to the celling she grabbed the headboard. After passing the chain of the cuffs through it she took the other end of the cuff.
Rising her other hand she heard the sound of the cuff closing around her other wrist.
I saw this and remembered this time I was dating a girl who was scared of anything having to do with skeletons or the dead…so I made her eat me out in a cemetery.
(Told bluntly for the kink but obviously things were consensual, she wanted to get over her fears, blah blah blah)