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Ariel Anderssen
Ariel - REN_Mail Order Bride

Lucky Irena! When the training school for over-seas brides had accepted her application, she knew it was great fortune; absolutely everyone wanted a place there because it almost guaranteed you a wealthy husband and a home in a prosperous country. But really - this placement seemed just too much like a fairy tale!

The big silver, chauffeur-driven car had rolled quickly up a long gravel drive and deposited them in front of a large modern house with huge glass windows. Inside, the house was beautifully airy and contemporary, just the decor she'd have chosen for herself, in fact! Still amazed at her luck, she let him lead her up to the bedroom suite. She took the opportunity to assess him, covertly, as he preceeded her up the stairs. Tallish, with short dark hair, and what looked like a muscular body under his well-cut suit, she thought he'd do very well. Ohhh, it was exciting to be in England....

The Brides' training school had made her duties at this point very clear. in return for lots of lovely money, jewels and a nice house (Irena also hoped for a dog), she would be expected to make a concerted effort in the bedroom. Lying back and thinking of England would almost certainly not be enough to secure her position here long term. Some of the girls had been a little uncomfortable about this part of the process, but not Irena. she had no previous experience of course (the school was very strict on this point) but had attended every single one of the 'bedroom training' sessions and had made copious notes. One area of training had been taken particularly seriously.... 'Learn to observe your husbands, girls' instructed the principal. 'Men have very varied sexual tastes and they must not be made to feel guilty or uncomfortable about them. So it's your job to anticipate their desires, work out what they like, and then make sure you do a good job of liking it too...'

Well, Irena was ready to go! Sliding her hands seductively over her satin-clad body, she smiled up at her new husband. Was he perhaps a 'breast man'? Apparently not; Irena scanned down her body and decided to observe his reactions to a little leg-waving. This seemed to stir his interest. He glanced down at her stockinged feet and watched them intently, a gentle smile playing on his lips. 'Foot Fetish'! Irena's well trained mind deduced. This was excellent news; she enjoyed being bare-foot, and surely this would at least ensure that he would pay for regular, luxurious pedicures...

As Irena adjusted her position in order to present the most appealing image possible, her hand strayed down behind a sofa cushion. With great surprise, she realised her hand had made contact with a silky strand of soft rope! Totally bemused, she looked up curiously at her husband. His smile broadened a little, and he raised an eyebrow. AH! Inspiration struck. Bondage had only been discussed briefly at the academy, but surely this must be a sign of his tastes? Irena grabbed the rope and wound it questioningly around her wrists. Would this perhaps please him? What would he do now?

Irena had not expected an English man to be so creative. Did they all behave like this? After he'd tied her hands (awfully neatly, she noticed - she was rather impressed) and had secured her feet wide apart, she felt quite confident that he'd want to have her, then and there. But instead, he merely stood back and regarded her, leaving Irena feeling considerably confused. Clearly this was a sex game, they'd explained all about these at the academy, and she knew that she was meant to join in with vigour and expertise. But how? Perhaps he wanted her to prove her attraction to him by escaping the ropes and throwing herself at him in a frenzy of lust? Irena had practiced the frenzied lust part very thorougly, with the help of a mirror; so throwing caution to the winds, she gripped the rope in her teeth and set about her escape....

This, clearly, was a very wrong choice. What followed cleared up any confusion in Irena's mind about whether she was supposed to escape. Her arms were tied securely above her head, and he forced a large ball into her mouth, strapping it in place and making further efforts impossible. Irena was entirely intrigued, and not at all frightened by the turn of events. When he finally pulled her black satin thong down to her knees, she was more than ready to enjoy what was to follow....

Irena was entirely intrigued, and not at all frightened by the turn of events. When he finally pulled her black satin thong down to her knees, she was more than ready to enjoy what was to follow....

It was not yet to be. He untied her quickly, led her into the bedroom (which had the biggest bed Irena had ever seen) and brought out a heavy metal collar and chains! Irena was deeply shocked, but as the cold metal caressed her neck, wrists and ankles, she realised that she herself was getting extremely hot.... She assumed he'd want to stand back and watch her in these restraints too, but hoped she could perhaps incite him to join her on the bed...


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