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He
warned me that the World Wide Web was
filled with pictures of every imaginable
human perversion but I still wasn't
prepared for the first of these photos I
ever saw. It wasn't just that the blond
girl was completely naked or even that she
was lying helplessly on the floor; her
arms tied behind her back; her ankles
lashed securely together with white cord;
white duct plastered over her mouth; her
eyes filled with the look of someone
dreading what might happen next. No, it
wasn't any of these things that first hit
me; that made me blush and instantly feel
a strange kind of kinship with the girl in
the photo.
There
was no denying what my boss was saying as
the image unfolded on the library's newly
installed and net-connected computer. I
could feel him hovering over my shoulder,
breathing hot and heavy and clearly
awaiting my reaction. I was stunned and
had no idea what to say.
"She
looks just like you!" he repeated.
I
trembled as his body seemed to flood
around me like a menacing cloud from
behind; his strong arms gently pressing
against mine; firmly pressing as he
pressed his face close to the back of my
neck.
The
mouse cupped lightly in my hand felt as if
it was steaming, such was the heat and
perspiration suddenly radiating from me as
I blushed deeply. Again he repeated the
words "just like you" clearly intoning
each word as if to emphasize it wasn't
just her face and hair he was talking
about.
"But,
you've never seen me...naked," I said. It
was impossible to hide the anxiety; the
confusion; the weirdly arousing thrill;
and a million other sensations surging
inexplicably through me. It wasn't meant
to sound like any kind of invitation but
still I made no attempt to deflect his
hands when they reached for the buttons of
my blouse. I felt paralyzed; my arms
leaden and unable to rise from the
desktop.
"Every
time I see this photo, I think of you," he
was whispering into my ear.
The
quiet intensity of what he was saying
caused the hair on the back of my neck to
stand on end; my body shivering with a
rash of goose bumps. It felt so surreal,
just sitting there and not doing a thing
to stop him from unbuttoning my blouse
completely. All I could do was stare at
the crisp, bizarre image on the screen and
listen to the hypnotic sound of his voice.
My mind
drifted to Lewis Carroll and the Alice In
Wonderland Story. His voice seemed to
seduce me into a state where the computer
screen became a kind of weird mirror; an
image of me sometime in the future; the
not too distant future, I felt. I squirmed
a little to make easier his removal of my
blouse which he discarded somewhere behind
me. I closed my eyes for a moment. It was
getting "curiouser and curiouser".
"Every
time I see this photo, I think of
you...naked. Completely naked. you're so
beautiful when you're naked. So sweet, and
innocent, and vulnerable.
I was
mumbling something incoherently, lost in a
delirious world of the fantasy that
manifested itself with his words. His
hands deftly caught the clasp holding my
bra together between my breasts. It all
seemed to happen so quickly; me being
swept along; dizzy in the eddying
whirlpools in my mind. A small and
rational voice deep in the recesses tried
to regain my attention with warnings of
many things; "he's your boss"; "you
shouldn't be doing this"; "he's going to
strip you naked and tie you up"; "the
library is still open and, even though
it's late, somebody could walk in at any
moment and see you!"
But
instead of creating a sense of urgency to
escape, my subconscious warnings merely
aroused a feeling I've never experienced
before. I moaned softly, struggling feebly
to hide my breasts which had sprung free
when he unhitched my bra. His hands
wrapped easily around my slender wrists;
his long fingers locking like hot, soft
shackles around them as he forced my hands
behind my chair. "No! Please, no!" I
whimpered softly, making no real effort to
break free from his grip. "Somebody could
walk in at any second!" I said, my voice
half choked from the overwhelming dryness
of my mouth and throat. "Really!" I said,
more insistently as I felt the cool
softness of rope coiling around my wrists.
"Maybe,"
he said, clearly oblivious to my concerns.
It was
the strangest feeling once he had my
wrists lashed tightly behind my back to
the chair. I struggled more frantically
knowing I'd never escape the ropes and
felt not just more comfortable about
protesting more earnestly but excited that
my pleas were now more genuine though
ultimately futile.
"Oh no!
Please! Not my skirt as well!" I said,
looking down helplessly as he unhitched my
belt and began roughly forcing the skirt.
I glanced at the computer screen again. It
was like a vortex I was being sucked into;
to be as naked and defenseless as the girl
on the screen. It was a reflex action to
lift my bottom slightly off the seat so he
could pull my skirt off. His fingers
hooked my flimsy lace briefs as well and,
in the blink of an eye, I was almost
completely naked. My flat soled court
shoes slipped easily off my feet after a
brief struggle of final resistance and
then, without even realizing it at first,
I sensed a rippling chill of an peculiar,
never before experienced emotion.
"Let's
get those ankles tied," he was talking but
I wasn't really listening. I began
twisting and writhing trying to escape his
grip around my ankles secretly knowing
that my animated actions must surely have
accentuated my look of naked helplessness.
My heart thumped wildly when he grabbed
both ankles and spread my legs lewdly
apart. Kneeling as he was between my
outstretched legs, I knew he was ogling my
pussy. If I hadn't been so breathless, I
would have begged him to tie my legs
widely apart. I was blushing deeply; my
ears and neck burning with embarrassment
knowing my orgasm was about to
erupt.
There'd
be no hiding the fact if he tied my legs
apart but, for better or worse, he chose
to bind them together...just like the
helpless girl staring back at me from my
computer monitor. We were at last,
one.
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