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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
touch. The combined feeling of total helplessness & stimulation was overwhelming. My eyes rolled, I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I rolled my hips against the pressure of his hand. “Look at this dirty little slut. Even when she’s tied down she’s still trying to rub herself off”! Then without warning the thug rolled me onto my side, put a knee on the rope between my wrists & ankles, grabbed my hair & pulled my head back. Now I couldn’t move an inch. As he peeled my pencilskirt up my thighs my captor barked his order at his accomplice. “Give me the toy”. I heard it before I felt it. A low-pitched humming noise moments before the small bullet shaped vibrator was pushed directly against the hood of my clitorous. There was no foreplay, no teasing against my inner thigh, tracking slowly up towards my spot, just the instantaneous sensation of being taken from arousal to near orgasm within a split second. My reaction was totally uncontrollable. My body went rigid, straining the very limits of my bonds, my thighs cramping, my wrists & ankles burning, my back locking. I let out a muffled sheik through my taped lips but was instantly silenced by the hand clamped over my mouth forcing my head painfully back as it did so. Then everything seemed to go into slow motion. I was held in that position by powerful arms & unforgiving ropes. Every tiny movement I made was supressed by subtle movements of his knee against the rope & his hand over my mouth. The ropes did the rest. ...