<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c3ba516471267010b1e0387e42383bee/tumblr_ogkoe6d4bT1qbibwjo1_540.jpg)</div><br/><em>How do I keep finding myself here?</em>I ask myself, pulling at the restraints on my wrists. My plan this morning had been to put a stop to these things. Finally say no to the terribly wonderful things that happened when I was here. I had a plan. One I had been working on for weeks. Gathering the courage to finally say no. I would walk right up to her and tell her No! No more! This has to stop now. Stop today. But then she gave me that look. You know the look. The one that says "I'm in charge, Rebel." The look I am powerless to resist. Then I felt that familiar heat between my legs. I was pudding.<br/><br/>It all started a few weeks ago, when I discovered some suspicious things my aunt had been doing for the family massage parlour. I spent days gathering the evidence so I could confront her with it. Find out for real what she had been doing all this time. I found out. I found out in ways I hadn't even imagined were possible. It wasn't the one time either. I kept seeing her after and discovered more things about myself because of her. It was enlightening.<br/><br/><em>But this is wrong!</em>I had a plan. It needed to stop. I was going to march right into her house, and give her a piece of my mind. After all, I wanted it to stop didn't I? These are not things I should be doing with my aunt! I know the outward perception of me. I am not an innocent girl. Rebel, for me, is more than just my name. Boys have always been interested in me, ever since I was young. I was always rather pretty and I developed young. I like the attention, and the way those things make me feel. There's nothing wrong with that. Right?<br/><br/>The memories of the things she has done to me caused my body to shudder with anticipation. I want it. I want it really bad. My back arched as I remember the feeling of her lips on my skin. I struggled a little at the thought, testing the restraints on my ankles too. I was thoroughly bound to the bed. I wasn't going anywhere.<br/><br/>I yearned to feel her touch again. The thought that I shouldn't ran through my head, but I pushed it away. I was here now, there was no turning back. She'd left me here, quite some time ago. She said she had something she had to do, but she would be back to deal with me. I knew I had some punishment coming, and I was excited. How much longer would I have to wait?