Sexual Repository

The half-elf opens his bag of holding to reveal dozens of bundles of different types of rope; silky black rope, rough hemp rope, enchanted color-changing rope, and more. At the snap of his fingers, the ropes shoot out from the bag, ensnaring his targets in intricate patterns and hoisting them helplessly up into the air. 

The half-orc reaches to the belt around her waist containing a plethora of tools, and extracts a small black and red rod. With a gleam in her eyes, the end of the rod lights up as sparks form at the tip. She holds it up, as her spectral weapon materializes beside her, taking the form of a giant cat o’ nine tails. 

Sometimes it's about thinking the phrase "big silly boobies!" out of nowhere. Sometimes it's a nagging voice that makes you feel like you forgot to do something, like it was really important - and then you realize that's your desire to bend over and get fucked. Sometimes it's not being in the mood at all but scrolling tumblr anyway until something ramps you up.

Today I finished lunch, and I thought "I should go edge in the car". But it was a distant thought. I didn't follow it. I wanted to sit in the building lobby and look at my phone instead.

But the urge didn't go away. Instead the thought plucked and plucked at me. My lunch break ended, but the thought was still there. Finally I gave in and went to the bathroom to edge instead.

And like. Omg. It just feels so much better. Like soooo much better. I thought while edging "I should have my titties out!" and as soon as I gave into that too it felt so good. I can't explain what's happening to me. Like I know in the back of my mind but the words aren't there. I just wanna talk about my slutty bouncy boobies and be like this forever. I wanna be a dumb slut forever. A silly fuckdoll. A bubbly brainless bimbo 💖💖💖

I had barely told her that her uniform was out of compliance when she interrupted me.

“Oh, no,” she told me with those pouty lips. “Are you going to have to spank me?” she asked, as she raised her uniformed skirt up, turning at the same time and bending just enough…revealing a bare ass that just begged to be fucked.

“Oh, did I forget to wear panties again?” A teasing giggle escaped her, “I guess you’ll have to do something about that as well.”

“Anything else you forgot?” I bit my lip, hoping so, but knowing how much trouble I could be in.

She tried looking down her shirt. Frustrated she couldn’t see, she pulled on it, till all the snaps were undone. She stuck her chest out showing off her recently augmented breast as the shirt slid down her arms and laid at her feet.

She was left only with her hiked up skirt, and her uniform tie.

“I guess I forgot to wear a bra too…” she bit her lip, oh so seductively. “But you don’t mind. Do you?” She pulled on her skirt from side to side, giving me glimpses of her pussy lips which ever so slightly protruded from her.

“Or is that bad too?” she asked, leaning over my desk. On her elbows she rested, pushing her breasts out as much as she could towards me. “I guess you’ll have to spank me for that too.”

To say I was stiff as a board would have been an understatement. I’d never seen so quick, nor so sexy a little strip show.

“You know, I am old enough…” she let the words linger as she stared into my eyes.

At this point it was a contest of the wills. Who would bend first. I know what I wanted to do, and it was more than just spank that young tight ass… but I didn’t want to lose my crumby job either…but oh it would be so worth it.

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Now, I’ll let you wiggle around helplessly on the floor for a bit. I enjoy watching you flop around, but the real struggle hasn’t started yet.

After your mostly naked body starts to glisten with sweat from moving around, and drool runs out of your mouth messing your chin and dripping onto the floor, I slowly walk over with a long length of rope. I wrap it around your neck, despite you protesting from beneath the gag. You try to move away but you can’t get away from my grasp.

Once the rope is secure, you realize it’s not right and you relax again. But you quickly realize what game I’m playing.

I loop the rope around a hook in the ceiling, and slowly I pull on it and the slack tightens. Soon the rope is pulling against your neck, and to your dismay I’m pulling hard enough to bring you up onto your knees. Now you’re kneeling on the floor, arms tightly bound behind you, rope pulling right on your neck, and your make wonderful moaning sounds as your try to maintain your balance and the rope cuts off your air supply.

Your face turns red as your struggle, the sweat on your bare skin thickens, drool runs more furiously down onto your exposed breasts. You can’t breath and just as you’re about to start protesting harder, I slowly release the rope and you are able to sit back on the floor, trying to get as much breath through the large ballgag as possible.

I let you catch your breath for a minute before I start pulling on the rope again. You’re lifted up onto your knees again, and you struggle to breath again. You moan and wiggle around, looking wonderfully pathetic in your helpless state.

I release the rope again, and you’re able to breath once more.

This maddening cycle continues and you lose count. Sometimes I tie of the end of the rope so I can walk over and grope your drool covered tits. Sometimes I’m just watching you struggle.

It’s a cruel game with no end in sight as I continue to push your limits and bring you close to passing out each time the rope tightens.

Finally I let the rope go again, and this time you’re even too weak to sit on the floor, and you fall over, exhausted from your ordeal.

“Good, you’re finally ready. Unless you want me to continue this little game.”

You perk up just enough to adamantly shake your head no and grunt little noises through your gag.

“So you’ll be a good little girl for me? Do whatever I want?”

This time you nod your head agreeing.