I dont exactly like my dad. And any of my ex step moms. Theres 5.. Anyway, my name is Dallas and I was born in Dallas. Cool right? Not. Too many bad ...emories live there. And will stay there. Im in the 10th grade, single. Boys have been a thing going on. I feel like Im the only one single. I hate how guys just want to get into a girls pants these days. It pisses me off.. The next morning, I get ready for school. I have naturally black and curly hair. Movie star type. Im a little darkish. After falling asleep, I woke up for some reason. Glancing at the clockradio, I saw that it was 1am. Turning my head, I heard and sensed someoneelse in the room.Before I could move, I was pinned down on the bed, I was quickly gaggedand turned around to have my wrists and ankles bound as well with leathercuffs. They felt almost like the ones used in psychiatric hospitals, butwhy were they putting them on me, I asked myself as I kicked and tried tocry out for help.A hood was put over my head and I. "In for a penny . . " I mutter as I pick up the slippery black silk thong. I slide it up my legs, the material feeling soft and slightly cold against my skin. It pulls snugly up between my legs, cupping my neatly trimmed mound and nestling between my buttocks as I pull it high and tight. Next the bra, nothing subtle about this, a fully underwired quarter cup platform bra, in black satin. I slip it around me and fasten the four hooks and eyes, pulling it around and up under my breasts. Cupping. I notice that I’ve started squeezing my hands between my thighs in that silly nervous-schoolgirl way. I wonder how far down my bare body my flush has travelled. “He added cuffs too. I was OK with it, I trusted him. He wanted to try spanking, and then he used a belt on me.” My arms are shaking now. Is it the revelation or the memory? I’m stopping here. No way am I going to tell her how hard I came that morning, how I couldn’t sit down for the rest of the weekend. How I came even harder when he.