For those who came in late, let me give you the quick version: Orphan, abusive thieving douchebro boyfriend, Borderline Multiple Personality Disorder...developed to cope, met a great guy, great guy turned out to have girlfriend, fucked great guy in the college library anyway, librarian would later turn out to be great, great guy’s girlfriend turned out to be cool about it and pretty great too, great group sex with great guy, great girl, and great future employer, great guy and girl turn out to. Let them see you.She had felt her face flush. The bar hushed.The bartender glanced up. Registering for a moment, and then a knowing smirk. Her cunt tingled and she’d shivered ever-so-slightly at their gaze.Every set of eyes had followed her footsteps to the bar, followed her ass as she sat on the stool. Followed her hand fumbling to find another inch of modesty in her tiny skirt.The men seemed to expect her.And now, in the deafening anticipation of her bondage on the eighth floor of a downtown. He came to the bed and took her wrist and that’s when she knew it was rope and that he was going to tie her up. They had talked about bondage but not used it so far. It was an exciting, new and scary thought for her. “If I tie you up, you’re totally helpless. I can do anything when you’re there.” “You can do anything anyway”, she had replied. And kept her fear in her stomach, along with the excitement. She felt his hands on her, adjusting her position, then tying the rope around her wrist.. I felt as though he was undressing me with his eyes. I could see mum felt that way too. He was looking at her in the same way.??What did your father do about that???Didn’t even notice, or if he did he was too busy crawling around his new boss to say anything. ‘Nice to see you Mr. Atkins. So good of you to come ‘round, Mr. Atkins.’ God! It made me feel sick to see him fawning all over him like that. And the fat man just took it all as if it was his God given right. He even ordered my dad to.