1. Late Night at the Library, A Bondage Tale


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

    moment, my body slumped. I whimpered, almost sobbing. The pair noticed at once.. “That’s the trouble with students Kenny, they’re work-shy. I think she needs another prod”. The plea in my mind took me by surprise….. “Oh God, not again…..please, please make me cum”! As the tip of the tiny vibrator nestled into my hood I tried to focus. It was instant, as soon as vibrator touched me I was surging towards orgasm & once again, my captor denied me. As soon as he recognised the moment, he removed the vibrator just long enough for me to come down before working on me once again. Again & again he teased me. My pussy ached, whimpers were now of pain & utter frustration. The fear had gone. My craving to cum was overwhelming. What the hell had he done to me? Although the other captor had little contact with me, his comments contributed to my feeling of being a true damsel in distress. “Feel her pussy, she must be soaking”! “Hehehe, yeh she dripping! My skirt was pulled up & I was rolled over, exposing my naked buttocks. My g-string was wrenched down & I felt two broad fingers probed my lips before thrusting deep into me, not so it seemed for my pleasure but to gouge a palm full of my juice. “Look at this” He was holding his glistening fingers out to his friend. As I watched he manoeuvred his hand over my face & slowly tipped it. I could see my own fluid, glistening in the dim light trickle towards my cheek like a spider on a strand of web until I could feel the bead touch me & ...
    slowly form it’s trail down my cheek, jaw-line & neck. He clamped his still sodden hand over my mouth, slipping one finger under my gag. He toyed with my lips, moistening them with my own cum. What happened next was surreal. Without a word my captor re-positioned my g-string, pulled my skirt back down, gently smoothing it across my bottom & thighs as he did so. Then without a word he joined his accomplice on the far side of the room behind me to sit & watch me bound on the floor. They sat in total silence as the minutes ticked by. The click of a lighter & the thin fog of smoke only confirmed their relaxed state. The emotion of fear began to loom once again. The silence was unbearable. I twisted over to see them watching me as they puffed on their cigarettes. The minutes passed, still nothing. My head spun. “What were they doing”? Soon my question was answered. Part 3 The pair were heading my way…..”What now”? Kneeling beside me they dropped a picture from my album beside me. “We’re going to untie you now, take off your skirt & blouse & tie you up like this. You’re not going to fight, you’re going to behave yourself. If you try to stop us or try to escape, we’ll leave you tied up here for the staff to find you in the morning. If you behave you’ll be free to go. Do you understand”? The thought of being left bound all night & the utter embarrassment of being found was awful, the option of complying with my captors & prospect of being tied in such a way was certainly the favourable ...
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