My First Humiliation Bondage - Malory Chambers - ebook
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Shy and oblivious Grace is new in town. Eager to make new friends, she agrees to go on a date with a sexy hunk she just met at a bar. Life throws her a curve, and she accidentally walks into a BDSM fetish event instead.To make matters worse, a case of mistaken identity results in her being stripped and tied up in the middle of a stage as strangers makes use of her helpless body to entertain the audience. Grace finds herself writhing and squirming in pleasure as she willingly submits to the public exhibitionism and free-for-all.

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My First Humiliation Bondage

By Malory Chambers

Copyright 2015 Malory Chambers

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

New In Town

It had only been my second week here and I was already making a complete fool of myself. I kept my gaze locked at the couple making out a few tables away from me. Making out was an absolute understatement in this case.

They were in a corner couch seat that allowed the both of them to cozy up to each other without distraction.

His hands were under the table and he was jerking off his lover with wild abandon, though I couldn't see clearly from where I was sitting. It wasn't hard to guess what they were doing under the table, however, since his partner was doing the same thing with his hands.

Their mouths were open, moaning and panting soundlessly. Their expressions were of pure ecstasy as they continued stimulating each other. The world seemed to have melted away around them and they were in their own universe. Nothing else mattered.

Nobody else seemed to care about the couple publicly jerking each other of in the small pub that I had planted myself at for the night. It was a truly intimate moment that should really be confined behind doors, but I couldn't complain about the free hot gay sex show that I was getting.

They looked to be in their early twenties and were dressed in their college t shirts. I took a sip of my drink as they leaned towards each other and their lips interlocked into a passionate kiss. The man wearing the blue shirt reached his hand from under the desk and curled his fingers into his lovers hair, pushing him into the kiss. The firm muscles on his forearm rippled with each small movement.

So captivated I was by the scene that I didn't even notice the young man take the seat opposite next to me.

"Hello there," he greeted.

I yelped in surprise and quickly turned away from the lovers, my cheeks turning quickly red with embarrassment. I remembered that I had very smartly decided to wear my black sunglasses into the pub and he wouldn't notice me drooling over the two men. I took them off as I turned to focus my attention on him though.

He was a handsome young man and exactly my type. I gulped, trying to find the right words to scare as to not scare him off immediately.

"Hi," I said with a smile that I hoped was flirtatious and sexy.

The lean, muscled hunk leaned towards me and said in a conspiratory tone, "Those two are giving everyone a good show, yea?"

I blushed crimson promptly, knowing that I was caught in the act. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to be nonchalantly oblivious, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh," he looked disappointed, but continued studying me with steady regard.

It was a long, hard moment before I folded, "I'm lying. I've been staring at them all night."

He grinned at me, the expression sending a heaviness straight to my core. I found myself imagining the sexy stranger naked in my bed, grunting and groaning as he thrust his powerful hips into me.

"My name's Yale," he said with an easy grin, "Yale McCoy."

My heart caught. "I'm Grace," I said.

His blue gaze drifted from my face over my breasts, pushed upwards by the tight black camisole that I was wearing. He licked his lips, making his intentions known.

I felt the blood from my cheeks humming as it went between my legs, sending a burning lust there. I liked him well enough, but I wasn't a one night stand kind of girl.

"Will you let me buy you a drink, Grace?" he asked, gesturing for the bartender's attention even before I answered.

"Sure," I answered. I gave the man tending the bar a small smile as he went to get me another beer. I glanced at the two men making out in the corner and asked him, "Who are they?"

He stole a glance at them from the corner of his eyes, not wanting to look too obvious. "Let me see. They're young college lovers who have been carrying on an affair behind their girlfriends' backs for a few months now. They are only able to get away during the weekends when their girlfriends go for their shopping trips and are now busy making full use of their freedom."

I watched at his expression turned from serious to joking and smacked his arm lightly, "You just made that up."

He chuckled, "yeah. I have no idea who they are."

I giggled with him, feeling more relaxed in his presence.

"First time here?" he asked.

"Just moved into town, actually. Do I look that green?" I feigned insult, then broke into a grin.

He flashed me a winning smile, "You've got to let me show you around!"

I gasped and pretended to be horrified, "I don't even know you!"

"That's why you have to let me show you around."