He released my hair and started to bind my arms behind my back, squeezing my breasts as he fastened them down. He's done, i'm immobile, he pulls me up... to him effortlessly and looks me over smirking. Why do people always do that to me? My whole body is tingling and throbbing. I want him, I want him to want me. To take me. To fuck me. But he doesn't. He sits up and pulls my bound body onto his lap. His hand clamps around my neck, I gasp, his other hand is all over me feeling and grabbing the. He had just provoked a pearl of pre-cum when there was a light rapping at the door. “Fuck,” he whispered aloud to himself, as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, “What now?” He hit a light, and squinting, pulled the door open slowly, suppressing the urge to yell at whoever was on the other side. There was Katy, now in pajama shorts and a t-shirt and bare feet. She took in Tom’s naked torso, then allowed her eyes to drift down to his groin. Barely concealed behind some gray fleece was his. She carefully and quietly moved around the bed securing the other stockings to the other three bedposts. She then secured His left ankle with a stocking. He stirred and she jumped back but he only settled over onto his back. Sarah moved back to the bed and carefully tried to move his right hand closer to the bedpost so that the stocking would reach it. Finally she got the right wrist secured and now it didn't matter if he awoke. All he could do is kick out with his right leg. Giving up. The only reason for all of the excitement is that no male royal comes of age for another ten years." "Oh dear," Sarah said. "What about you?" Beth asked. "How did you happen to be here?" "I was traveling with a troupe of performers--" "Performers?" "Acrobats. They go from village to village and live on the donations from their show. It's very progressive." "I thought you said you were a princess," Beth said. She abandoned her comb and sat next to Sarah on the hearth. Her voice wasn't.