Please keep in mind though, this is a fantasy of mine. Not fact in the least. I had fallen asleep in bed with my boyfriend the day before, and when ... woke up my hands were tied to the bedposts, and my feet were the same spread apart. At first though, I hadn't noticed that I was naked, as there was a blanket over me. I had always thought of myself as a light sleeper, but apparently that conception was wrong. I had to have been a very heavy sleeper to get stripped of my clothes and put in this. I had no idea what time it was now but I think it must havebeen close to midnight, when he returned to the stable. Except this time,he was dressed more as a Domme than when I first saw him. He stood beforeme and I could clearly see he was wearing thigh high boots with stilettoheels with a catsuit, and his head was completely covered in a mask. Inhis hands, there was the implement of punishment and around his waist wasa flogger. I could clearly see the bulge in his crotch, and I knew exactlywhat. She lifted one leg, bending her knee, opening herself to invasion. Even when I slid a finger into her, it was easy because she was already lubricated. I felt no hint of a hymen, though she grunted into my mouth as her vagina was violated. The movement of her hips, an instinctive thrust, made it clear she didn’t feel violated at all. I probed deep and she grunted again when the tip of my finger rimmed her cervix.It didn’t bother her at all.I had to taste those tiny, pink nipples. It reminded me. From this point, I built up the pace, at first slowly and then – as she showed no sign of discomfort, and every sign of eager lust – I began to shaft her faster and faster, and firmer and firmer.My final twist was quite literally that – I added a kind of corkscrew motion with my pelvis to my thrusts and withdrawals, on both the inward and outward strokes. I also had the advantage of my position above and behind the supine teenager, and I reached forwards with my right hand to grab a handful of.