Foreword
It was just a little game I played, when I played with myself - the ropes turned me on and made me hot.
I lay on my back, in my bed, tied up as well as I could manage to tie myself up. My ankles were tied. Ropes were wound over my neck, down around my peach-sized titties, under m y arms.
But the really cunning part of the ropes were the ones which went down the crack of my ass, between my legs, and up through my pussy.
That strand was worked deep between my pussy lips, rubbing my pink insides and chafing against my clit.
At the foot of the bed stood my mirror, where I had put it so I could look at myself all naked and tied while I masturbated.
It was just a little game I liked to play, I didn't mean any harm by it!
Then, without warning, my bedroom door opened.
Emory, the butler, came inside, locking the door behind him.
"Get out!" I shrieked.
Ignoring me, leering, he hurried to the bedside. I struggled, but I had tied the knots too tight, and couldn't free myself!
Then Emory opened his fly and pulled out his stiff cock--