| Straight: BDSM: A Quiet Walk Home Chapter 1 (2/4) |
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can’t ask as the hand is still firmly over my mouth but all the time I’m still struggling. He manhandles me over to a frame in the middle of the room; it looks like an X made out of wood with leather cuffs of some sort on each of the prongs. As we get to the frame the woman joins us there and he stands me against the cross facing it. The wood is slightly coarse against my skin as she secures me to it at the ankles. I don’t make it easy for her- I’m still kicking and wriggling and he has to put his body against mine to hold me against the cross as she shackles me to it. I can feel his hard cock against my backside as he holds me there. Once my legs are secure she takes one of my arms and secures that, and then the other. He now only has his hand on my mouth stopping me screaming. I’m shaking my head trying to gain some freedom- unsuccessfully. She moves away. From the corner of my eye I see her go to one of the tables where there are the leather things with balls on them. She comes back carrying one with a red ball…she’s smiling. He pulls my head back just as she reaches us and before I realise what’s happened the ball is in my mouth and the leather is secured tightly around my face, like a harness holding the ball tightly in my mouth. I try to scream but it’s muffled. I shake my head, but it doesn’t move. I’m trapped. My arms and legs securely attached in an open cross shape to the wooden X, it feels over 3 feet apart, uncomfortable, and silenced by a ball securely held in my mouth. The man and woman walk around me, and I see him for the first time as he stands in front of me through the gap of the cross. It’s the man from the pub. The one who has been in for the last few weeks, chatting to me, asking me questions, wanting to know all about me. I look at him, begging with my eyes to be let go, but all he does is laugh. “Well girl,” he says, “you said you liked adventure and that you wanted to learn more about yourself. You will tonight, and you’ll love it.” I shake my head, trying to tell them no, but to no avail. They walk behind me and I hear rustling of clothes. Suddenly arms go round me and the buttons of my coat are undone. I feel a few tugs and the coat is on the floor … cut in half down the back. I’m stood in my work uniform, a black short skirt, black tee-shirt, stockings and shoes. The skirt is next, followed by the tee-shirt … leaving me stood in black bra and thong, stockings and shoes. Then it’s the turn of the thong and the bra, off in a second. All the time I’m trying to shout, trying to struggle and escape. What’s this all about … I know nothing about any of this. I’m innocent, a virgin … I masturbate, but know that it’s wrong … is this my punishment? |
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Naughty
