abandonment

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I’ve got this sick little fantasy of being taken to some kind of play party or orgy and just left like this by my partner. Helpless, scared, exposed. And, worst of all, unsure of when they’ll return.

Earlier, they’ve totally arranged with some other people that I haven’t met before to come over once they’ve left me and taunt me. Like, really taunt me. Pinch my nipples, pull my hair, rip off whatever little clothing I’m wearing and grope my nude body, ask me if I think my partner’s going to come back for me. Of course, they’ll already know my limits and respect them while still absolutely terrifying me. 

I can’t decide if I like the idea of my partner watching from a distance or my partner having a video of it to watch later. Maybe both? 

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Trapped, Part 4

After securing my arms to the headboard, Switch pulled my legs apart. On the sides of his bed, he had already set up belts that he looped around my ankles and pulled taut. Spread and bound, I squirmed around on the bed and tested the strength of the belts. I had about an inch of give either way, I could barely move.

Switch ran his hand up the back of my thigh and chuckled, “can’t fight me now, can you?” He slapped my ass and laughed so more when I gasped and lurched in my bonds. “No, I think I’ve got you to myself now.” He sneered and grabbed my ass, shaking it slightly, “and we’re going to have so much fun.”

I continued to pull against the bonds and shake my head. “Come on, let me go.” I didn’t want to give in too easily. Switch reached up and grabbed my hair, holding my head still  and trying to push his fingers into my mouth. I bite down, not too hard, to voice my protest.

Switch pulled his fingers back, dropped my head and said nothing. He walked over to the other end of the bedroom and I heard him putting his sneakers on and grabbing his keys. I pulled hard on the belts. He’d left me tied this way to his bed before (I’ll fill you in on that story at another time, I promise), leaving the knot at my wrist within reach so I could let myself out if I needed. 

“Please, don’t go,” I begged with sudden enthusiasm. “Don’t leave me here. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

All I heard next was the door close behind him.

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Dacry said there was a chance of saving my position at the firm if I worked overtime. Specifically, there was a project downtown I could attend to, provided I dressed myself well and stayed on my best behavior.

But that was hours ago. No boss. No coworkers. No project. And it’s getting so cold.

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And I’ve got chills.

harlette:

She’s a model, it’s obvious. Nothing but dirt and dust around her, and not even a smudge on her. She likes posing for these dirty pictures, giggles about it with her girlfriends. Why not have some fun with these pervs? And it pays well.

When she looks up, she’ll see that the camera is standing alone on its tripod. Everyone has left and the door is locked. I don’t know how long they’ll leave her there, but she won’t be this clean again.