It doesn’t take long before I feel the coarseness of rope sliding around my upper arm, being knotted, sliding across my back to curl around my other...arm. Another knot and back to my other arm until my hands are tied, palms together, just above the curve of my bottom. ‘Stand.’ Rising not-to-gracefully to my feet, keeping my head lowered, I wait patiently for his next command. The chain swing as my breasts bounce and sway with my movements. Making my tears cascade down my cheeks faster, my. Her darkness was her domain and she used it like a cloak to cover up her emotions.On the outside, she was as calm as ever, but inside her innards were a seething, churning mass of chaotic feelings that ranged from her customary self-pity for still be a dratted virgin to her constant worry that she was not dressed properly or had been tagged in some way that made her look ridiculous to the casual observer. She knew her biggest fault was that she was so obsessed with what other people thought of. Taking advantage of the near paralysed state to which she had just reduced her with such efficient brutality, the other woman began to fumble for a pair of handcuffs and was clearly about to secure Veronica when something providential happened.The unpleasant youth, whom Veronica had noticed leaving the station at the same time as she, had, by now, emerged from the station entrance into the main road. He was still walking slowly and looking pale and oddly dazed, something that Veronica noticed,. "If I had the time, I'd give you a damn good spanking for even suggesting anything like that," he said in mock anger. His intense blue eyes twinkled dangerously. "Maybe I should stop right now and let you feel total frustration for the rest of the evening." He smiled diabolically and I could see the twisted humor in his handsome face but even as he spoke, his foot tried spreading my legs so he could have me, however, my skirt was proving to be quite the hindrance."We both know you can't do.