We held hands as we walked to the Penthouse elevator.I stepped in. Lance followed. He closed the elevator. Somewhere between the 3rd and 4th floor, he hit the emergency stop button.'Ready, Claire?" he asked."Now?" I said."Yes," he said firmly. "NOW!"I took a deep breath and nodded. He retrieved a coil of rope from his briefcase."Turn around," he said."Please be gentle," I said."Really?" he said. "You're begging already?" He crisscrossed my palms and wound four loops of rope around my wrists. He wrapped four more coils crosswise. He didn't tie it all too tightly, but I knew: I could not get free without his help."There!" he said. "Is that it?" I asked. "I bought you 100 feet of rope. I expect you to use all 100 feet of rope.""Relax! I have plenty of rope," he said. "I brought my own. Now, Miss Priss, what's next: your ankles...or your mouth?"I gulped."Ankles. please," I said."Of course: you like me down on my knees," he said. "I think I need a kiss to inspire me."My heart skipped."I'm helpless to resist," I sighed wistfully. I closed my eyes and puckered.But the kiss I got was horribly vanilla: no embrace, no tongue, no heavy breathing. Not even a slurp.I opened my eyes. He was digging in his briefcase again."You are a low-budget lothario," I grumbled. "Chintzy with the rope and chintzy with your kisses.""I thought you wanted more rope?" he said."And I thought you wanted a kiss?" I said."I gave you a kiss," he said."You gave me a peck," I said. "I'm not your sister. I'm your captive. Make me swoon."He shrugged. He gave me a long, passionate, tongue-twisting kiss."How was that?" he asked.I shrugged."Better," I said."Better?" he asked."Okay. Much better," I said. "But I want steamy, smoldering, and sensual kisses.""Do you think you can do better?" he asked.'Yeah!" I said boldly. "My turn?""One shot," he said. "Make it good. You may be bound and gagged for a very long time.""You won't forget this kiss," I said. "I promise. Now straddle me."He bear-hugged me."Tighter," I said. "I want to feel every inch of you."He squeezed until I wheezed. My notion was confirmed. He was aroused.I leaned forward and whispered into his ear: "You like tying me up, don't you?" I asked."Yes!" he asked."You like me helpless.""I love you helpless.""You've made me moist, Lance." I said. 'Did you know that?"He purred."Do you want to spank me, Lance?" I asked.He moaned."While I'm bound and gagged?" I asked.He whimpered."Do you want to ravage me, Lance?" I asked.He whined."While I'm bound, gagged and blindfolded?" I asked.He groaned."Well, kiss me, Lance," I said. "Let me put you in the right mood."It worked. He fumbled around and released the emergency stop button. We kissed all the way to the Penthouse. When the doors opened, he hit the stop button again.He got down on his knees and happily tied my ankles. He kissed me passionately, threw me over his shoulder, and carried my across the entryway. I squirmed. He spanked me until I squealed.O, yes!In the Penthouse, he put me over his knee and spanked me again. Then I was caressed, kissed, bound to the bed and brought tenderly to a body-shuddering peak.O, yes!We cuddled for several minutes. Then I nibbled his ear and whispered: "More, please!"Hours later, I fell asleep in his arms, exhausted, sore but smiling. Lance had captured my heart.Better yet, next time he would be my captive.This story is for adults 18 years of age and older. It contains consensual bondage, discipline, corporal punishment, pony play, ABDL, Dominant Daddy/Little Girl, cross-dressing, public humiliation, sexual teasing. tons of kisses and, of course, a happy endin