1. Late Night at the Library, A Bondage Tale


    Date: 10/13/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: miss-trussed, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    orgasm I hoped it was. I wasn’t entirely sure. They stood over me & gave me my orders. “Get dressed & be quick”. I did as I was told. All I wanted was to make it end. I satisfied myself that I had come through what could have been a terrible experience but had in fact played out one of my ultimate sexual fantasies. I did as I was told. Now fully clothed in the slutty, tight outfit I found myself standing before them feeling like I did the first time I was caught kissing a boyfriend on the doorstep of my parent’s home. This time the smoker headed for the door. “You can tie her up this time, I need a breather. I’ll lock you both in there’s no point trying any funny stuff”. The door shut behind, I heard the key rattle in the lock & his footsteps faded away down the corridor. “Oh no please don’t, not again. Just let me go. Haven’t you had enough fun with me already”? He walked towards me. “Come on, you heard what he said, no funny stuff”. http://davesimpsonbondage.com/stories/library005.wmv He pulled me close, I could feel he was aroused. Maybe I could appeal to his better nature. I put up little resistance but pushed my hips forward against his growing man-hood. He loosened his grip & began to grind against me. I was determined to win this guy over, exploiting his aroused state. It was time to raise the bar. Unlike his friend, this guy hadn’t felt my hand on his cock. “I thought you were supposed to be tying me up you bad boy”! I stared deep into his eyes as I slowly moved my ...
    hand towards his now throbbing member. There, you see. How could I do this to you with my hands tied”? His cock throbbed as I massaged him, turning him against the wall. “You obviously don’t need to tie me up hunny to get hard”! He frowned. Torn between what he knew what he should do & sacrificing the sensation of my advances. I was slowly taking control of my captor. Grinding against him I took his hands & pulled them behind me. “Does that feel nice hunny? I love a man’s hands on my bottom. Why do you think I wore my tightest, shiniest skirt”? His hands slid up & down over the taught slippery fabric, squeezing my contours on every stroke. I stared seductively into his eyes but he looked distracted. He knew he was becoming d***k with my seduction. He shook his head & pushed me away. “That’s enough just shut up, Jesus you’re a fucking nightmare”! He was shaking his head his hands raked through his hair as he tried to clear his head of my advances. He was angry with me & his own weakness. As he picked up the tape & rope I knew I’d failed. He looked embarrassed now, avoiding eye contact as he peeled off a length of tape. “Let’s just get this done & let me shut your prick teasing mouth”. He pushed me roughly against the wall. His hand on my throat as he packed my mouth with cloth & taped it in place before roping my wrists together behind me. I was insulted. This lout had resisted my advances. How dare he! I almost had respect for his resilience. He led me to the chair. “Now sit ...