I was bound, hopefully out of sight, but bound and helpless all the same. My dress hem was gripped prior to her pulling my dress up and right up over my back. She then rolled my panties down, as far as they would go, which was not very far, but then, not satisfied with the effect, she pulled them up again. Forcing most of the coarse material to pull into the crease between my butt cheeks, baring them, she stepped back presumably to admire her handy work.
Her fingers entwined into my hair as she pulled my head backwards, forcing me to look up at her. She held something else in her hand, a black something, which did nothing to make me feel confident. ‘As if that is possible’ I told myself. ‘Look at the ease with which she has taken control of you, and how she is exerting that control. You a
