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Babysitter Bondage: Suzie Becomes A BDSM Servant
(Traci Wilde)

A tremble rolled through Suzie's body. Mr. Jones arms encircled her, returned her kiss. She tried pushing her tongue between his lips, but Mr. Jones suddenly let go of her. He put his hands on her shoulders, gently pushed her away.



"Suzie, this isn't a good idea."



She smiled. "Maybe not, but I don't hear you saying no."



"Listen, you are a gorgeous young lady, but I'm??""



"Don't tell me you're too old, or that  you're not interested." She reached between his legs, grabbed  the rock-hard cock that seemed to be finding a way to burst from inside his pants. "And you still didn't say no."



With that, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him so hard her lips hurt. Suzie pushed her tongue through his lips, into his mouth, her body shivering when he moaned. She pushed him, and he back-paddled until he fell onto the sofa. Suzie went with him, landing on top, never breaking their kiss. 



She reached down, began unfastening his belt, her hands trembling, excitement running through her. I can't believe this is really happening. She had imagined doing this, fantasized about being with Mr. Jones so many times ??" but now it was real. 



Then pain shot through her head, pain and sudden fear when something ??" no someone ??" grabbed her hair and jerked, so hard her head snapped back. 



"I knew it." 



She recognized the voice as the hand in her hair gave another jerk and pulled her up, then off the sofa and onto the floor.



Mrs. Jones.



Before Suzie could think, before she could react, she felt hands grab her wrists, pull them back behind her head, then rope was lashed around each wrist, tied off tight ??" too tight ??" so that her hands were tied behind her head, her elbows flared out to either side of her head. Then another rope was looped around her arm, just above the elbow, pulled around behind her head and tied to the opposite elbow, so that she couldn't move her arms from that position.



Then she was rolled over onto her back.



"Mrs. Jones, please..."



Please what? Please forgive me? Please, I wasn't about to fuck your husband? Please let me go?



"I...please don't hur??""



A shock rolled though Suzie when Mrs. Jones smacked her face. She didn't know what to do, say. Tears began welling, running from her eyes.



Mrs. Jones smiled, but there was no humor in it. 



"Poor little Suzie, trying to seduce my husband, and now you're crying?" She laughed. "You're still a little girl, aren't you? A little girl crying when you don't get what you want."



Suzie shivered when Mrs. Jones ran her hands around the swell of Suzie's breasts, leaned down until her lips were an inch from Suzie's. She licked Suzie's lips.



"But your body isn't that of a little girl, now is it?"



She laughed again, then climbed off of Suzie and pulled the teen to her feet. 

Suzie couldn't help it now ??" the tears came. She could feel them running down her face, her body shivering.



"Please," she whimpered. 



"Please what?" Mrs. Jones asked, a mocking tone in her voice. She slipped a collar around Suzie's neck, snapped it shut.



"I won't ever...I won't tell anyone, won't??""



"Won't tell what? That you tried to seduce my husband?" Mrs. Jones laughed again. "You're right, you won't tell. We're going to do things to you tonight you have never imagined, and you won't tell a soul, because if you do, everyone will know what you did, what you came here for...."