Screwed

I’m a good girl. A very good girl. Being obedient turns me on. I can still be cheeky, but more than that, I thrive when I can obey.

I don’t always look like a good girl. Although, I am good at looking good enough. Some people know that there is more to me than meets the eye. And they know that there is a naughtiness to discover.

Last week, the naughtiness wasn’t well hidden. A fishnet top under my pinafore dress definitely told a story. When I stopped on my way, I walked as if I was the most innocent and confident looking person. I didn’t check for people looking, I just went on my way.

I had more than a small grin. The fishnets were a sign of who I am, but there was more that a casual look would not show.

Undsr that pinafore,being rubbed and tugged as I moved, there was a bonus. The clamps were fastened tightly, pinching my nipples and forcing them to throb. Each aching throb of my nipple, triggered a matching one in my cunt.

After over an hour, I had to ease the pain. Instead of undoing them, I tugged until I could pull them free. It was all that I could do not to come right then.