I told my bestie Cherry (was Cheri but she wanted to be Cherry) who was 14 but she didn’t seem like she was all that into it. She was bi so maybe t...hat had something to do with it. Or maybe it wasnt fucking so it wasn’t enough for her. Okay so I should say, I pretty much always been a bit of a rebel. Not a bratty one. More of a silent rebel. Like my parents would tell me what to do and I would sometimes just ignore them. If they grounded me, I would go out anyway. I always hated. I feltthe end of the table raise my upper body further until I sitting upright, butwith my legs still locked into the stirrups. I saw myself in a small mirrorthat had been mounted on the wall in front of me. There I was, completely nakedand locked to this table. My vagina was exposed and open to anyone, and whileI still looked like I did when I got on the table, my arms were now in a strangesort of single leather arm binder. I could see the straps over my shoulders,and I could make out the. I’m studying in a college in Hyderabad and was going home for the summer. I had booked a ticket to Mumbai by the overnight bus, which is quite comfortable. On getting onto the bus I was pleasantly surprised to find a lady right next to my seat.I had one look at her before I sat next to her. I noticed she was sound asleep. From a casual glance she looked young, around 25, with short hair and dark complexion. She had a blanket wrapped around her and I couldn’t see much so I decided to let her be. However, before she got about ten steps, she turned her face towards the light and I noted some of her once-shadowed features. Her eyes were a pale blue and the edges of her nose had a smooth curve to it. She was thin-figured and tall, with a long neck dipping with grace to her small shoulders. Fine strands of silk-black hair hung from her face, a black that was lustrous and silky under the light. She was beautiful, and her shyness only enhanced that beauty. I wanted to chase after her and.