She Had Been Discovered as a Naughty Girl

by Daffy Duck

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Storycodes: Solo-F; online; browsing; M/f; discovery; strip; naked; gagged; bound; rope; punished; hum; cons/reluct; X

She had always had some naughty desires, I suppose if we are totally honest with ourselves, we all do at some time or other.

She had been brought up 'properly' in a formal and conservative home life.

At home, growing up, her parents never discussed such matters. Indeed, as far as she knew, they never had sex, so she must have been adopted !

She had been sent to a convent school, and nice girls were told they never had any naughty thoughts. Even fancying a local boy, was strictly forbidden.

You are not here to think about boys, you are here to learn. And you will learn that any naughty thoughts will be punished.

The girls had lived in fear of their tutors, rather than inrespect of them.

Now as an adult, she found herself, somewhat ill at ease with life in the modern world.

She was very shy, but thankfully it was her timid nature that appealed to the lad who would later become her husband. So he had made the first move.

Even then, she had always told herself that the bedroom area, was not something that nice girls enjoyed. Heaven forbid ! She was not THAT sort of girl. She had been brought up properly !

What she did not realise was that her ways lent themselves to her following a submissive path. She had no say in matters. She had no rights to enjoy herself. Nice girls simply did not do that kind of thing, she told herself.

However, along came the Internet, and her eyes were opened.

Looking back, she did not know why she sought out Gromet's Plaza. But the fact remains that she did !

She had read some Bound Stories, of damsels in distress, held against their will, to be a slave to someone else's desires, and to be used.

The intellectual part of her brain said this was wrong. She wanted to be loved, cared for, and respected as a person of value.

But her 'naughty' side of her brain revelled in the freedom such stories gave her.

In her dreams, she could fantasize about scenarios that nice girls like her did not normally think about. But as these scenarios involved being held against her will, it was not her fault if these things happened to her !

She had got the courage to buy a few toys online. A ball gag, some restraints. But that was as far as her timid self allowed her to go.

When she had raised it with a less than understanding husband, he dismissed her desires, and she was left feeling frustrated, as through some burning desire was unfulfilled.

As she delved deeper into Gromet's Plaza, she discovered to joys of reading the Machine Stories.

In thesestories these machines did all kinds of things to the poor helpless people they had captured and processed. She liked how, no one rescued these damsels in distress, as the machine in question showed no mercy, and just carried out its programming obedient to what task it was supposed to perform, regardless of what, or who, was caught inside it.

There was no point even calling for help, as no one could help you now !

She liked some of the Transformation Stories, where the person got merely treated as a object, and even some of the tamer Trashcan Stories, where she could picture herself being discarded to her pleas of "No, don't throw me away, please !"

Although she normally had covered her tracks with her internet browser history, and her illicit purchases - or so she thought; her husband did find out everything. It was too big a secret to keep silent for ever. The truth will out, as they say.

One day, she came home from her day at work, as a computer programmer, and her husband was laying in wait for her.

"There you are ! You rude, and degrading woman ! I married you thinking you were sweet and nice, yet underneath that posh exterior, of butter would not melt in your mouth; it is all a lie", he said. "In truth, you are just as filthy and as dirty as anyone else."

"I do not know what you mean. How dare you talk to your wife like that !", she retorted.

"I'll talk to you just as you deserve", he replied. "Did you think you could carry on keeping this secret world of yours hidden for eternity ? I know what you lie in bed dreaming about. I've found your browser history that you forgot to delete, and your filthy toys in the drawer in the back bedroom cupboard."

Her face blushed bright red. There was no point denying it. He knew and what is more, he knew that she knew she had been caught red handed and red faced.

"Come with me !", he said in a masterful voice.

She obeyed, silently.

He commanded her to strip every ounce of clothing off, even her jewellery.

She now stood there without a single stitch on; in all her naked glory, as naked as the day she was born.

"I think for the next bit, I shall have to blindfold you and gag you silent !", he said.

For some reason, this started to turn her on. What had he in store for her ?

So she let him take control of her senses and her ability to see and to talk.

She was now blind and mute.

He took her hand and carefully lead her to the master bedroom, where their four-poster bed was located.

She had persuaded him to buy a four poster bed, because she told him it would look stylish.

It did, but that was not its only functional quality !

If you ever wondered why they call it the 'master bedroom' you will now find out !

This master was going to control his slave of a wife.

Laying across the bed, unbeknown to her, was spread her collection of women's magazines.

He helped her find her way on top of the mattress and the dozens of magazines that lay on top.

Inside her dark world, cut off from her sight, she was confused at what she felt, as the magazines moved underneath her, as he laid her face down on the bed on top of her magazine collection.

She felt the cold, shiny, glossy covers give her goose bumps as her naked skin made contact with them.

Then he grabbed her left wrist, and proceeded to tie it to one of the bedposts, using one of her restraints that he had found.

"Oh", she cried into her gag, "he is tying me up".

Moments later, he went round to the opposite side of the bed, and tied her rightwrist aswell.

"Open your legs !", he commanded.

She obeyed.

Then he proceeded to tie her left ankle to the next bedpost, and her right ankle to the last bedpost.

Luckily she was fairly tall, but even so, he had attached extra lengths of string to the restraints, in order to reach all four bedposts.

Her naked body was now stretched across the bed, laying on top of her magazine collection, and she was totally powerless to do anything about it.

Having submitted, she realised that she had not agreed on a safe word (not that she could speak) to signify that she had endured enough at his hands.

How far would he take things ?

"Now", he said, "I think it is about time you received your punishment."

"I shall have to take my time, as you have been a particularly naughty, dirty and filthy girl, and so your punishment will be quite prolonged !" He said.

She whimpered, as she heard those words.

Never before had he shown any interest on doing this to her.

Her breasts started to tingle slightly as she laid there, hardly able to move on the shiny glossy magazines beneath her.

She felt her love tunnel was also getting more and more wet and moist as her suspense and her helpless predicament grew.

Whatever her master was going to do to his slave, she would have to comply.

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27.09.15