1. Late Night at the Library, A Bondage Tale


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

    of my denim-clad rear. Maybe it was because I chose to stand the majority of the time leaning over my desk. I had bought along my Ipod & as I listened to my selection of rock, I swayed seductively for their entertainment. On occasion I would turn & more often than not they were leering at me, I would flash them a look of total disapproval. One thing was obvious, there looks were getting more frequent & there expressions more resentful. It was getting late, my time to leave. As I did I removed my earphones & gave the pair one last shot across their bows. With my most patronising tone I said’ “Thankyou for your time, it’s been a pleasure” sucking air through my teeth, head held high I strode for the door. “Fucking cheeky little bitch” was the last thing I heard. A broad smile broke out across my face, “Men are so weak”! Midnight day 3 I figured I had two nights of fun left, time to take it up another notch. The truth was, I had had a boring sex life. A string of boyfriends who’s idea of fore-play was to rub my thigh before going for the big one! As a result I had toyed with the idea of on-line dating sites. To this point I hadn’t gone through with it but had built myself a small collection of pictures some of which even showing my attempts at tying myself up & even an attempt at photo-manipulation showing me bound in the hope of attracting a suitable playmate. Although I had absolutely no intention of going any further with these two idiots, the teasing was intense! My ...
    collection of pictures, left “by mistake” for them to see was the highlight of my plan. I slipped an album into my bag & headed for the library. If my hunch was correct, these should get them more than interested! & if the dimwits STILL didn’t get the message, I threw in a couple of extras …. Just to be sure. It was gone 1am before I arrived. The library was empty. They were in the same place they had been the nights before. I’d chosen another outfit tonight to catch their eyes a thigh-hugging, satin pencil skirt & fitted blouse. They heard me before they saw me, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor as I approached. I teetered past them, putting on my sexiest wiggle & flashed them a smile. “Fuck me, look at the body on that!” the tattooed lout muttered. I turned to face them “I’m sorry, did you say something”? I asked indignantly. “Take it as a compliment & get over yourself! “Aw, bless you…don’t you get to see many girls stuck up here all night with your big ugly friend. How do you normally keep a girl in your company? Your charm & good looks or a bundle of ropes & some duct tape”! The tattooed one glared & stepped towards me “You cocky little bitch, why don’t you fuck off to your books like a good little girl”. “Hmmm, just as I thought, rope & duct –tape”. I turned & sauntered away before they had time to reply. They worked around me in virtual silence most of the evening, casting occasional looks of distaste as they past by. I sat in the silence flicking aimlessly through my ...
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