Bound For His Pleasure

An eBook By Powerone.

Lyn lay on the bed naked except for her panties, the blinds closed, her roommate gone for the weekend, the door locked and secure. She could hear the noise in the hall of the dorm, but she was alone. The vibrator lay next to her, new batteries in it, ready to satisfy the lust that she had felt between her legs this week. It was almost graduation, the end of four tough years of college; the finals’ schedule hectic leaving Lyn with no time for anything but studying. She hadn’t had a date in over a month or a steady boyfriend in over a year. With school being the overriding factor in her life, her sex life was non-existent. Even the vibrator had lain dormant for weeks.

She looked down at her body: her breasts were firm with nipples pink and hard. Her areolas

were a dark brown, almost black, making her pink nipples look like bulls-eyes in the center of them. She exercised religiously, determined to keep her body firm and taut no matter what. She was accustomed to the stares of men; their eyes always following her when she walked past them wearing a pair of low-hung jeans and a gold chain around her waist attracting their eyes, a diamond in her belly button catching and holding them. But the best was when she passed them, feeling their eyes burning on her backside as she sensuously rolled her hips, giving them a display of her firm ass swaying back and forth. She loved it when she wore a skirt, especially a short silk skirt, the swishing of the fabric over her naked ass cheeks making her pussy wet, knowing they were imaging the thong that was lodged tightly between her cheeks. God, she could make herself so wet at the thought.

Her fingers touched her nipples, feeling the buds harden from the touch. She loved the way she could make them so hard that they almost hurt. Her long fingernails would scrape along the tips back and forth, irritating the tender skin, a mix of pleasure and pain racing through her breasts, sending shivers through her body, tiny bumps appearing on her areolas. She pinched one of the nipples, letting her fingers tighten on the rubbery flesh, arching her back as if she were offering them up to her lover. She looked down at the papers in front of her, a story that she had printed off the Internet when her roommate was gone. Carly, her roommate, was somewhat of a prude. Lyn was sure that she was a virgin, even wondering at times whether she had ever even masturbated and had an orgasm. They had only shared the room this year, and Lyn was glad it was almost over, hoping to find a girlfriend with

whom she could share an apartment once she graduated and went out into the world. Carly would die if she knew that Lyn read erotic stories or masturbated with a vibrator. Lyn would often bury her face in her pillow as she rubbed her clit, screaming into the pillow when she had an orgasm; sure that Carly could hear her.

The story was called Teaching the Au Pair to Submit, and was written by a deliciously kinky author called Powerone. It was about a college student named Jessica that got a summer job as an Au Pair for a rich and powerful man. It detailed the account of her summer in Haiti and the men that had introduced her into the life of submission and bondage, her body used for the pleasure of the men as they took her to satisfy their own lusts and perversions. By the end of the story, Jessica relished her new role and actively sought partners to help her fulfill the desires they had unleashed in her body. Lyn loved the story, masturbating slowly as she read it, imaging it was she that was being taken for his pleasure.

Lyn’s fingers plucked at her nipples, pinching them harder, pulling them out and stretching them until they ached, as if she had no control over the fingers that did it to her. The fingers pinched too hard, fingernails pressing hard into the tender flesh, almost making them feel as though they were bleeding. One hand slid down over the flat plane of her stomach, her legs automatically spreading wide as if under order to do so, prepared to offer her sex to the hand that now ran over her bush, her silky panties the only thing protecting her. Fingers pulled on the hair of her bush, yanking on the fine hairs, a tiny yelp escaping her as a few hairs were plucked out. She still shaved her bush, leaving a tiny triangle that seemed to point below almost as a beacon, though no one had seen it in months. Fingers grabbed her labia, pinching the puffy flesh, squeezing tight, the fingers far too rough, her legs trembling trying to close, fighting the unseen hands that kept her spread open.

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