The strawberry Turns to be Piece Of Candy Sour

Chapter 5: Tied and Alone

I am kneeling in the floor, close to the bed. I have the hands tied to my ankles with a belt of cloth. This makes it impossible to arise. To top it all, thing that was unnecessary, another belt ties me my whist to the each other an to the pole. Very slowly grow my rebellion side. But I maintain the rebellion and grumpy side in check. I know that If I make a scene, will be paying with interest the tantrum.

You look at me and in shape casual they tell me: " please wait for me, I return soon.

A spark of cold takes fire tightly in the heart mouth. I get alarmed rapidly to the very thinking that somebody else may see me I this way.

Without giving the turn completely, you look at me and with his low and almost humoristic voice: " Giving In do I eat?

What I answer him: Leave me like this, ... and I move the body to indicate my ties to him.
In shape sarcastic you reply to me: Do I not understand, leave you like what ...?

Now the cold travels all of my bodies. I try to think to that the question is referred. Of course he know that I do not want to be leave bondage. One thing is the game, once in a while, when having sex, other very different that he leave me between ropes. This crazy. He know that I do not live alone . I do not find funny the situation, and I don't know where this play goes directed.
Of course you know that I do not want you to leave me attack . A thing is the game once in a while when having sex appeal other very different you are to leave me between ropes. To case this crazy? The know that I do not live alone . I do not find where this kit goes directed.

John move in front of me. Next, waiting for one to two minutes he ask: Leaving you how? Even you can say it? We Can Play Ann, but YOU can't give the name or talking about the game? Because can you not say, I will leave you tied. Chance are that does no talking about sex give you the illusion that you are even virgin? Else you tell me that you untie you, do you remain that way. Another minute hoping that you say something to him remains . But I do not manage to say nothing. " I believe that I am going to buy food. That does chicken's Lo-Mai seem good to you?

I sigh, trying from calming down and under the head. The scare does chill me thought muscles. I try to focus. Maybe talking it as the people get along well ? I am in true problem, if somebody enters and you see me this way, I will die. The worst thing of everything is that I do not go away to death, but I am sure that I am going to want to be dead. It would be very difficult to confront me to the humiliation.

Looking for take value I take a puff from air and I answer: "John please release me. I am dressed completely. We have to study. Besides, if not you are going to be together in bed, ... I fail to see the need of this. Why we buy the food? "

John as if not you would have heard question: "You want to eat The Mei or do you want to eat me?
The last thing they say it with a coquettish smile and clean look. Seeing this facial expression, you make somebody focus me in his dimple in his left-hand cheek. But rapidly I change thought, What holy pants! Than daring! Than devil he is thinking! If he is thinking at all. I see like brusquely my sight quitting irefully. I am sure than my face this reflecting what I am considering . I believe than we have learned how to read the mind in these two years or when less knowledge read the facial expressions of the other one. If mediating but word came out of room, closing after of if the door.

Shit! Now indeed I did good! I try to hear if John opened the front door. I do not listen anything. Any way I doubt that you can listen to something. My room It's not close to the front door. Even though the apartment is old, the front door was change to solid metal one. I do not hear a sound at all. The Panic inundates my being. I try to recover the calm. Ann thinks ! Deep respite. I ask to myself if John would be able to leave me that way? I do not believe, not ... sure enough, if he is sufficiently angry, he would definitely do it. Physically John would not harm me. That is something that I answer myself long time ago when we began in these games. But also I know that he have his dark side, his cruel side and can be a vengeful person. That part in it has very few times gotten released but I am conversant with it. I check in my mind all that has happened in end them weeks. Nothing in my mind tells me that I must hope that you leave me here tied. Else you are for irritation, but like a joke. My John's jokes normally are not sluggish. But the you can understand that my dilemma is one full of fun and to sex appeal. Shit! What do I going to do? On the one hand my mind this slope to any sound. For another one, I am lost in thought on if he is going to return or not. I try to get free. John is not accustomed to pressing knots. Neither to make complicated knots. But however much I try, am not able to safe. The fact of the matter is that now they are but once the ties were pressed. Today, of all the days it seems like John came up with the idea of demonstrating his little scanning boy's talent. Shit!

My efforts get stopped when listening to voices out. That will they be? Possibly my department mates. If they get to find me In this way I will die ; But before I will kill John. But John will not have a fast death, that not. They are over two people, but I do not manage to recognize who. Perhaps in North America the bondage can be a joke or a pastime, but in Latin America, it is a true shamelessness. My career will be ruined before beginning . My honor will be on the floor, I will be many people's joke, for a long time. As the saying is; Very small town, big hell. Good, if they ask me I can say than thousand one I had thought in those instants. But of panic to terror immediately change when hearing the door in front of me to open. I believe that for an instant my heart was paralyze.

The scare than even though I see was so much and I listen to John, I feel than I will die. If before the dried time was outrageously slowly, at that this point the time stopped completely. I had to submit and to puff, in order to be able to regain my composure. The first thing that I considered ; I am not going to shout, I Am Not Going To Shout, Shit! I AM NOT GOING TO SHOUT.