Mind bondage-3

I lifted my head, and watched him leave the room, leave me bound onto the soft furry table. Panic began to spike in my chest, but it was supplanted by thinking of his words. Was I a slut? Was that why I couldn’t sleep? Between my legs I felt myself heat and moisten at the thought that I might be a slut. I don’t know how long I laid there, thoughts swirling like molasses through my brain.

Without warning, the door slammed open and Pamela bounced in to my field of vision.

“My turn!” she said. “Oh, here,” she said and put what felt like a giant fruit snack in my mouth. It tasted of strawberries, and distracted me for a moment from the fact that she had grabbed a pair of bandage scissors from somewhere. My mouth was too full to protest as she began to snip my clothing off of my body.

I tried to chew faster but it didn’t really help. I just ended up with a mouthful of juice in addition to the bolus of chewy fruity sugar. She was tugging my blouse and skort off already and I felt the cool touch of the scissors by the heat of my crotch as she started on the underwear. I tried to twitch out of the way and she scolded me.