Danielle Stephens worked at the Davidson's Rehabilitation Center, a place focused on injury and age related physical rehabilitation. It wasn't her dream job, but maybe it was better. Danielle grew up excelling in math and remembering different figures. That's actually what drove her into accounting for higher education. Yet, while in her senior year she got an internship at Davidson's which turned into a full time position. After managing the books and pay for a couple years she was offered the front desk receptionist position since the current receptionist was retiring. Happily, Dani took the position and never regretted the choice. She still worked with the books and pay, you could say handling two positions in one.<br/><br/>During high school Danielle was experimental, what high schooler wasn't? Danielle had a boyfriend for a few months when she was 16 and 17. Maybe he was a good guy, but Danielle would disagree. She unfortunately gave him her virginity so he could walk out on her that night. A couple weeks she learned that she was pregnant, when she told him he wanted her to get an abortion. Danielle absolutely refused, needless to say she was ready for something else. Her parents had been very supportive, helped Dani get her diploma and even go to college. It wasn't till in college that she was ready to try a relationship but she meet a cheerleader. She showed her the benefits of being with a girl, but it wasn't meet to be.<br/><br/>Danielle would focus on her daughter as she grew up, occasionally dating another girl but nothing serious. It wasn't till after Blair went to university herself that Danielle tried meeting a woman to spend the rest of her life with. And she meet her, in the less expected place if all. Her love was a patient at her work. They meet at the front desk and got to know each other better. Danielle waited with baited breath for Karen's rehab to be complete before she asked her out. The women continued to bond and found themselves to have more in common than she thought possible. Her daughter was in school so she got to find out what was the best part of a true sub and domme relationship, thanks to Karen.<br/><br/>Danielle's only regret is that her daughter and lover have yet to meet. They just kept missing each other. It couldn't be helped.<br/><br/>Danielle's breathing quickened. This was one of her favorite parts. Her eyes watched as Karen's nimble fingers tied the rope around her. It was a true art, and she was the canvas. Her skin tingled as the ropes laid down on her, her lovers touch sending sparks through her.<br/><br/>Her breasts perked up as the rope came underneath them. They easily rose and swell. Danielle was an absolute mess as Karen added the clamps. They pinched her erect nipples. Her skin got red from the pressure of the clamps. Her sex grew wet and puffy with desire, she was eager for more.<br/><br/>That's when the phone went off. Danielle waited as her lover sounded irritate with the person on the phone. She laid in bed, her chest rising and falling as she breathed and tried to hold in her excitement. She didn't ask any questions as Karen gave her a sweet peck and hug before walking out.<br/><br/>She waited, it was tiresome waiting while still in her binds. She didn't know when Karen would return but did she dare inflict the wrath of Karen while she waited? Dani decided her best bet would be distraction. She through a loose house dress over the binding confines of the ropes she had been left in. Each movement of her waist left the role grinding on her lower lips. She would moan softly, hoping that singular grind would be enough while she waited.<br/><br/>Danielle was methodical as she cleaned the house and did her weekend chores. She moved her hips every chance she could. She stretched to bend over when she had to, desperate for the grind if the ropes between her legs. It was getting hard to wait. Danielle had dusted the house, did a couple loads of laundry and the last was in the dryer now. It had been three hours, and the rope wasn't doing it anymore. She double checked the locked door before going to the room she shared with Karen. She knew she would inflict the wrath of Karen if she was caught, but would that be such a bad thing?<br/><br/>Danielle removed the house dress, leaving it in a pile on the bedroom floor. She laid on their bed and got herself comfortable with a pillow under her head. Danielle started by pushing and kneading on her large bosom. Her breasts had become red and tender. Her touch bringing tremendous pleasure to her. She closed her eyes to picture Karen there, instead of her own hands. She spread her legs and let one hand move down, tracing the pattern of the rope. She pushed the rope that was between her legs into her core. The pressure pushing on her sensitive lips. Her breath quickened and she wanted a release from the pressure. Waiting for Karen was killing her.<br/><br/><br/>Danielle heard the roar of the bike. Karen was home. She quickly removed her hands and sat up on the bed. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her feet draped over the edge as Karen opened the door to their room.