Im trying to write a story....
His hands ran up my thighs as tears streamed down my face, I wanted to scream for him to stop but I knew nothing would come out. I had a burgundy cloth in my mouth, a gag. This wasn’t a game I wanted to play anymore; everything was getting to real to deal with. I changed my mind. I tugged at one of the ropes behind my back with my cuffed hands. The rope was silky and thin, so it was kind of hard to grasp in my hands. Before hand we decided on a signal using the rope attached to a small bell. One tug meant take me now, the second meant be more rough, and the third was, stop. With the first tug, he looked me in the eyes. The second, he smiled. The third, changed his expression to angry and dangerous. He slapped me across the face. I could feel my cheek growing red. “Tease†he muttered. He stared down at my naked body as he rose from the bed to uncuff my hands behind me. As he leaned down to reach my hands, he whispered in my ear “This was your only chanceâ€Â
“I’m sorryâ€Â
“No you’re not.†He whipped back at me as he walked out of the room.
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