I looked over at you and stared into your eyes, I could sense the fear that was inside of them, even though you tried not to let me know.
It was so much fun watching you try to squirm out of your bonds, but that rope was thick and course.
You told me “No safe words…” So I followed you to the letter, gagging you and tying you up fully clothed. I could feel you breathe a sight of relief, as I had not taken any of your clothes off so you figured that you would be safe. The only thing that you didn’t take into account was my scissors.
I carefully cut away your clothes leaving them in strips along the side of your body, until you were naked before me.
You were so pretty, that I knew what I was thinking about when I first asked you to date me in high school. We’d gone out on several dates, just he simple hand holding stuff and kissing across the restaurant table when we thought that no one was looking, but you didn’t realize that I had a hidden side to me.
You never bothered to ask about my activites as a child and as a teen, of the late night masturbation sessions that I had with my father.
The times that my father would slide two greasy fingers up into my rectum and probe my anus…looking, no exploring, for my prostate.