This is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written. Let me know what you think!
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My legs are spread, each one tied to a leg of the chair. My hands are tied together behind the back of the chair, and tied to the back legs for good measure.
I couldn’t get up if I wanted to. I feel so exposed. Helpless.
The look on his face is serious, and I know better than to complain. That doesn’t stop me from shaking my head when he grabs the gag from the table and moves behind me to bring it to my face. I refuse to take it into my mouth.
He stops and moves around so he’s in front of me and grabs my chin with his hand. I look up at him, trying to plead with my eyes. He’s not in the mood. His palm meets my cheek and tears sting my eyes.
“Open.” I don’t fight this time, and he fastens the gag around the back of my head.
He moves his hand to my exposed pussy, pressing his index finger against my clit, not moving it, just applying pressure. I respond by attempting to move against his finger.