Predicament bondage can be so - unpredictable. Especially when dealing with engineers. He said "No limits!!" I knew he was an engineer, and that he was interested in bondage, leather - and mind games. But sometimes you can go a little too far. When he arrived, I had him strip and sit in a heavy straight back wooden chair. It was easy to see by his involuntary response that he appreciated the leather fetish wear I had on. I slowly bound his wrists to the sides of the chair, as well as his elbows. Ankles next, pulled to the sides and just off the floor - so he felt off balance. Full wrap across his chest, then his thighs were tied tight to the seat. "No limits??" I asked."No limits!" he responded - and opened his mouth for the ball gag. As I buckled the gag tight behind his head, my eyes drifted over to where he had carefully folded and stacked his clothes on the weight bench. A chuckle of delight bubbled up as I reviewed my plans. "Just in case, hold these" I pressed 5 pennies into his right hand. "Drop them - and I will stop..." He shook his head and motioned to give them back. "No, if you drop them now, I will stop now!!" He shook his head - but held onto the pennies. I walked slowly around him, checking the bonds, making sure he was not able to slip loose, but that his circulation wasn't in trouble. I was also givig him the full dose of my outfit. As I leaned in to check the ropes, I made sure he had a good look down the front of my corset, that he could feel the silken brush of my hair, smell the scent of leather, my perfume and - as I straddled his lap - the beginings of my own musky scent. "And so, it begins...." My tongue traced his lip - upper, then lower. I took his lower lip in my teeth for a moment, and as I stood and stepped away, I tugged at his lip, watching his eyes darken. Turning, I walked over to his clothes, tossing them about (oops, dropped the silk shirt on the floor!) and rummaged through his pants for the key to his car. I'm not sure what he thought as I strolled out of the room, but I do know that the clothes he had so carefully placed would slide off onto the floor. By the time I had returned from the car, he was working to control his breathing. And when I crossed the room and stepped directly on his suede bomber jacket with my now muddy boots, I think I heard him stiffle a groan. Or perhaps it was what he saw in my hand. The leather mapcase was imprinted with the logo of his car, and of course the color matched the seats!! And nestled inside were the maps. Alphabetical, precise and so crisp! I ran my thumb across them, fanning through them. "I thought maybe later we could go for a drive?" I pulled the maps out of the case, tucking the case under my arm as I shuffled though them. Reading the information on the back of one, I tossed the rest of them into his lap. Or toward his lap. Try as he might, they all slipped off and onto the floor. "Have you been up to the Lake?" Tugging to get it open, across the stillness of the room, the sound of paper just begining to tear as I tugged at it. That was when the sweat began forming on his brow. "There we go!" The map open now, I paced across the room and layed it across a table, pressing out a crease here, a fold there. The only sound now was his breathing. And my flipping at the loose corner. "I just have the hardest time with these silly things!" I turned the map several times, 'looking for the lake'. Turning toward him, and pulling the map by one corner, I held it up for him. But a map is hard to read at that size, so I quickly folded it in quarters and shoved the 'important part' under his nose. "I can't decide about the north shore, or the south shore.." As I tugged at the edge of the map, there might have been a moan, or it could just have just been the sound leather makes when it's stressed. I had apparently dropped the mapcase - oops!! - and then turned my heel right on it. "Oh!! Ooops, how clumsy of me!!" I picked it up and casually tossed it over toward his clothes. "Now, if I could ... just ... figure out... how to ... get ...this ... darn ... MAP ... folded ...." And as I fluttered and flapped that poor damaged piece of paper, there came the unmistakable sound -"clink! clink! clink! clink! clink!" As 5 pennies hit the cement floor... Tossing the map aside and quickly cutting his ropes, I pulled him into my arms..."Ohhh, there there there, calm calm..."Releasing the ball gag, I petted his face, wiping him with a damp cloth before releasing his hips and legs and guiding him over to the couch... "Oh, no baby, now don't cry, those weren't even your maps, I was just playing..." His muffled cries became sobs of relief, and he clung to me. Shudders still wracked his body, but he was beginin