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Late Night at the Library, A Bondage Tale

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

what had happened to me. With my limited strength I tested my bonds moving my body in slow twisting movements. Far from concentrating on getting free I couldn’t escape the utter pleasure I felt as the straps held me. With every movement the pressure of every bond travelled around my body. Once again it overwhelmed me, distracting me from my task. My confused mind convinced me to climax as quickly as possible so I could focus on escape! I began my rhythmic grinding focusing on how the bonds felt, I could feel my soaking lips slide against one another. I pushed my hips forward pushing my bone against the strap across my lap. I was close not close enough. I desperately tried to clear my mind but it no good, every time I came within a breath of orgasm my mind failed me. It was excruciating! I whimpered….exhausted. I had failed. I made one last effort to loosen my bonds but it was hopeless. I slumped in my chair, bound, weak & beaten….. An age past I sat there alone in darkness & silence until the footsteps returned. The door opened. “I think we’ve broken her in John. That’s a pity, I like a fighter! “Fucking hell Kenny, she’s dripping wet! Quick get the straps off her, I’ll fetch the ropes”. To be continued…….. http://davesimpsonbondage.com/stories/library003.wmv I could feel hands unstrapping me from my seat & re-binding my wrists before I was roughly hauled to my feet. Light blinded me as for the first time that night the hood was pulled from my head. As one of the pair held ... me around my throat with his crooked elbow, the other remove the sodden gag from my mouth before re-gagging me with thin, stretchy surgical tape. It’s incredible tackiness welded my mouth shut, moulding every contour of my lips. “Let’s get some photos of her standing, she looks fucking fit in the gear”! I was backed against the wall & secured by my wrists to the window latch, my elbows cruelly bound together behind me. I felt humiliated. They took it in turns to snap photographs of me on their mobiles as I teetered on my heels, my knees bound together. The more frustrated I became, the more they smirked. My shoulders burned. The more I struggled, the more they ached. “Haha…she’s getting pissed off! Look at her face”. The pain was becoming unbearable. I grimaced at my captors & growled through my gag. I tensed as they approached, one of them holding my photo album, thumbing through the pages & thrusting one page into my face. “How about this one.”? “Does that make you horny, you kinky little bitch”? With some relief my elbows were released before I was pushed uncerimoniously to the floor….. ….. & pulled into a crude but effective hogtie. I had never been hogtied before but had always been fascinated at how helpless the models had looked. I struggled hard resisting his pawing as best I could. His hands circling my breast & buttocks rythmically. “Hold still you little fucker”. Rough fingers began to grind at my clitorous through my silky skirt. I couldn’t help but respond to his ...