Her

By Tina B

After the terrible night I spent tied up and tormented by “Him”, I went into a serious funk. My self esteem vanished, and I lived in kind of dull haze that barely kept at bay my terror that at any moment something awful would happen to me.

Drinking heavily kind of dulled the feelings, and I did that. So did sex, and I did that too. All the time. It seemed the more I had, the more I needed. The old floodgates thing. And, of course, by “sex” I still thought this had to mean men. Even though I feared them and wanted nothing to do with them.

I wasn’t picky. If a guy looked at me, I went with him. And they all looked. I’d go to a party, get drunk and wind up naked on a bed with someone. Not the best of sex, and in fact I rarely got off, but in the heat of it all I could forget.

Some were just other students, but some weren’t.

There was a maintenance man, whose van I would clamber up into, strewing my clothes around before lying on a pile of tarps. Looking up at the dented metal roof while he climbed on top of me, his hand over my mouth stifling my moans, his wedding ring digging into my lips.

There was a professor, who made me undo my blouse and write “I will not fuck around” on the blackboard while he groped me and jerked off, then made me bend over his desk so he could take my ass. Carefully, so as not to get any cum on his nicely creased trousers.

Then there was an oh-so-proper stock analyst – British accent and all - who took me onto the stock exchange trading floor after closing one night, promising to show me around, give me a private look at how things worked. Right. Just us and a whole bunch of his buddies, who got plenty of private looks at my body while holding me down on a trading desk as they did me, flipping me over from time to time to use another of my holes. Joking and giggling like boys.

And then I met Lola, a sweet, tough girl who knew what she wanted. And took it. But wound up giving me a precious gift: the rest of my life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina B
• Release date: Feb 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311379054

Tina B

My earliest sexy memory is of discovering one of my father’s paperbacks that opened with a scene of a woman being tied to her bed by a detective – recreating the woman’s rape so he could photograph it “for evidence”. It made me wet – and I wasn’t really even sure how sex worked yet.Later on, I would tie myself up when my parents weren’t home, rubbing my crotch on the bed until I came. It wasn’t until after college that I got up the courage to look for a bondage partner for real. And discovered that in most cases the real thing is a pale imitation of what one imagines. So I took up writing about my sexual fantasies. Wrote extensively for a now defunct website, StoryBondage.com. And now for you, here.If you’re a submissive, remember to ONLY play in public places or privately with people you know well. ALWAYS let someone else know where you are and when to expect you back. There are a lot of sick fucks out there. Some of whom I write about.

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HER

Copyright 2021 Tina B

Published by Tina B at Smashwords

ISBN 9781311379054

WARNING

Contains graphic nudity and sex.

Now with a special preview of my latest -

The Punishment Book - at the end!

Author’s Note:

When I first wrote this story, I was still fighting against becoming a submissive, and called the woman I lived with my Partner, rather than giving Her the respect She deserved. Now, in 2021, She is in total control of my body, and I call Her MASTER. To avoid confusion, however, I will refer to Her as MISTRESS here.

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After the terrible night I spent being tortured by "Him", I went into a serious funk. My self esteem vanished, and I lived in a kind of dull haze that barely kept at bay my terror that at any moment something awful would happen to me.

Drinking heavily kind of dulled the feelings, and I did that. So did sex, and I did that too. All the time. It seemed the more I had, the more I needed. The old floodgates thing. And, of course, by sex I still thought this had to mean men. Even though I wanted nothing to do with them.

I wasn’t picky. If a