This was my first time.
Yes I had given a few blow jobs. Yes, I had been taken from behind just once or twice. Or once or twice more. But I had never found anybody before that wanted to tie me up and use me for bondage sex.
I stood quietly without moving. My feet were about a shoulders width apart. I was taking short shallow little gasps of air as I waited. The buzzing in the earphones that I was wearing drowned out all other sounds, with the hood secured in place over my head I could see nothing.
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The cabin was at the furthest end of the lakeshore, half a mile from the next to last on that gray gravel road. I had changed into the sexy little schoolgirl outfit, and was about four glasses of wine into my role as a bitch. As soon as I opened the door for them the four of them had just pushed me up against the wall and groped their all too willing fuck slave.
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I waited, I felt hands on my shoulders, someone was behind me. Now they were pressing against me from behind. I could feel the bulging hardness of an erect penis sliding up and down against the crack of my butt. I couldn't help myself from pushing back against it. I felt a rush of excitment as the hands left my shoulders to reach around in front of me and clumsily began to unbutton my frilly white silk blouse.
It was undone, the person behind me stepped back and roughly pulled my white cotton blouse back and down as far as the tightly drawn ropes would allow. After securing my wrists, several wraps of braided nylon rope around my waist kept my hands immobilized by my sides. I winced from the pain as I felt clothes pegs clip onto my naked nipples. My squeals were muffled by the gag.
The clips on my nipples were being given little tugs. As best as I could in my bondage and those ridiculously high black platform soled sandals I stepped forward as the tugs continued. I felt myself bump into something, the tugs continued to pull, but unable to walk any further forward, all I could do was to lean towards the pulling until I was laying face forward over what must have been the kitchen table. The tugging at my nipples had stopped, but the clips must have been tied to something, because if I tried to move more than a few inches then I felt them come tight.
I lay there patiently, the earphones were removed, my, that was a relief.