<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Making a very daring request from a formidable partner<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Snogflog,<em>Closed</em><br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Bondage</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen shrugged, smiling softly. "You're right, I'm not going to walk away," he agreed. "I'm not going to turn tail - although you know that I could easily walk away, go pick another lady to be with tonight, and that would be a loss for both of us." He speared another smaller chunk of meat, tore off half, and chewed it, enjoying the look of her cleavage - and her excited expression. "No," he explained, "by the time we're done talking, I'm going put these on you - or you'll<em>help</em>me put them on, perhaps."<br/><br/>He tossed the handcuffs onto the table next to the plate, and bit off the remaining chunk of meat, chewing slowly, teasing Snogflog with anticipation. "You're going to do this, because we both know that I can't possibly beat you in a physical fight," he continued, "and while I could possibly have booby-trapped this room while you were gone getting the food, I think you know the room well enough to be able to spot the changes I've made." A half-lie; he hadn't layed any traps at all, but she didn't know that, and the anticipation - particularly when she couldn't<em>see</em>anything wrong - would serve to heighten her excitement, if nothing else.<br/><br/>He chuckled, and glanced to Snogflog's right, then speared another piece of meat casually. "I doubt you're interested in playing mental games, despite the fact that you're clearly more intelligent than the orcs where I come from..."<em>which are fictional, but still not very bright</em>, he thought wickedly, "so that's probably out, right?"<br/><br/>Finishing the meat, he tossed the fork down, grabbed a glass of water, and downed that. With enough food in him to stave off his hunger, he turned his attention fully to Snogflog again, stepping up close. "You'll do as I say, because I've already given you an experience unlike anything you've ever seen," he said, smirking up at her, their noses only inches apart. "And I can do that again...<em>on purpose</em>this time, if you surrender to me."<br/><br/>After a long pause, he took a step back. "Or you can throw me over your shoulder, tie me up, and have a fun, but ultimately boring, evening like so many you've had before."<br/><br/><em>There's the challenge, now the pitch. I'm not fighting your strength, I'm fighting your curiosity.</em>"So here's the deal," he said, picking the handcuffs back up again. "We do what I just outlined - you play my game, be my slave for the evening. If I've sufficiently surprised you... you owe me another night, where I chain you up<em>in the front room</em>, in front of everyone else." Tracing one hand across the leather covering her left nipple, he finished, "And if I don't surprise you and give you a new experience... then the reverse is true. The next time I'm here, and you're ready to claim your victory, I'm yours, to be used however you see fit."<br/><br/>Stephen held up the handcuffs, staring Snogflog eye to eye. "Now. Who is wearing these tonight?"