<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/laura-vandervoort-wallpaper-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Randi Lynn Warner<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Waitress<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>08/01/18   11:01 A.M.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dungeon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank top, blue jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andres Oliveira<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/>Andres was stirring up some very unfamiliar feelings in Randi.  Feelings and emotions that she didn’t quite understand, feelings that were buried so deep down inside that it was almost like an out-of-body experience, like she was outside her body, looking in.  But she wasn’t.  It was her, Randi Lynn Warner.  For the first time in her life, she was letting someone else be in control, to be in control of her body, to take her to a place of total surrender.  His orchestrated touch had left her body shivering in one minute, and heated up like an inferno in the next! "<em>Whatever you do?  Please, don’t stop"</em>, she thought to herself.<br/><br/><em>“…I am going to take it slow with you.  You're new and you're curious, and I want your first experience to be positive, so that you want more.  You would make a most lovely submissive."</em><br/><br/>The emotion he immediately brought to the forefront of her mind, and one that she could actually put a name to, was that of vulnerability.    It was a place she had successfully avoided all of her life, (or, in her mind, it was success!) thinking it to be more of a negative, rather than a positive.  No doubt, it was probably one of the many reasons she still wasn't in a serious relationship.  She would never let down her guard, never allow herself to trust others or let people get too close.  Randi Lynn was afraid that if she opened up to someone, she would only get hurt.  And that it showed weakness.<br/><br/>But as she continued to stand there with her back to him, her body responding to the softest of caresses, and even while knowing she was totally powerless with her hands restrained behind her back, she was actually starting to understand that, when you allow yourself to be that vulnerable with someone, you are actually being strong, courageous.<br/><br/>A little gasp escaped her soft, pink lips when Andres pulled on her hair, catching her off-guard.  It brought her head to tilt ever so slightly upward and her body to sway back against him.   And when she heard those two little words,<em>“Good girl”</em>, she instantly melted into a puddle of lust.  Other things were pudding, too, it seemed.  She could feel herself growing wet beneath her jeans and panties, and that revelation caused a deep crimson color to stain her face and neck.<br/><br/>“What are you doing to me?” she asked him in a breathless whisper as he began to nuzzle the warm, sensitive flesh of her neck.  She closed her eyes and let her head fall further back against his shoulder.<br/><br/>Following his instructions, she tried to free herself from the restraints, but the handcuffs were relentless and steadfast.  She tugged, pulled and even tried to slip her tiny hands out from between the fastened steel, but there was nothing happening.<br/><br/><em>"Good.  Now turn around for me again.  Face me.  Let me look at you."<br/>"I love your skin, Randi Lynn.  So soft.  I can't stop touching your arms.  Too bad the rest of your clothes are in the way.  Then I'd touch you everywhere else, too."</em><br/><br/>He was so close, pressing his hard, athletic body into her softer, feminine one.  No doubt he could feel her nipples hardening as he leaned further into her, his big strong hands reaching around to clasps her tiny wrists.<br/><br/>At this point, not only did he have her mind reeling with wicked thoughts, but he had her experiencing borderline sensory overload. It felt as though her body was buzzing, from top to bottom! The nearness of him, his scent, the way he looked at her, spoke to her…all were having a profound effect on senses.  If he hadn’t held tight to her arms/wrists, she surely would have crumpled to a pile of mush on the floor.<br/><br/><em>"You know, I can do anything I want to you.  Anything.  I can do anything I want to this beautiful body.  And there's so much I want to do.  And there's nothing you can do to stop me."</em><br/><br/>Nodding slowly, her gaze still fastened to his, her blue eyes searching for some reassurance that everything was going to be okay.<br/><br/>“Yes.  Yes, I know”.  She lowered her eyes and cleared her throat before looking back up him. “So, what are you going to do with me?”<br/><br/><em>"How does it feel, Randi Lynn?  Do you feel trapped?  Helpless?  Vulnerable?  Are you scared, or excited, or both?"<br/></em><br/>Andres’ image became blurry right before her eyes, her emotions threatening to get the best of her.  She blinked once, twice, but she couldn’t keep the tears at bay.<em>Splash!  Splash!</em>One by one, the tears slid down her cheeks.  Everything she had buried deep down inside of her for far too long had started to bubble up.  Were they sad tears?  No, she wasn’t sad.  Frightened tears?  No, she felt safe enough with him.  Happy tears?  Nothing had excited her nor made her feel this good in a very long time. She<em>was</em>happy.<br/><br/>Randi Lynn felt an overwhelming sense of shame for crying like a baby in front of him.  She dropped her head and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look at him anymore.  The tears continued to fall, however, and her shoulders began to shake.  There was nothing more she could do but ride it out, a cry that was obviously, long over-do.<br/><br/>