<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Rebel Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> Auntie Margo's Place <strong>Tags:</strong> Dearest Sexiest Auntie Margo</em></span><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/7e965e437ed2af7349c856ec6efa0ea4/tumblr_ny02k0t8sf1txqkiao1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">I don't really want this do I? The longer I am kept waiting, the more I am convinced that I was right in the first place. Saying no was the best option. I shouldn't be here. This was wrong! It needed to stop. I should have stood my ground better. I should have put my foot down! The struggle is real as I pull against my restraints. I will <em>not</em> be kept here against my will. <strong>"Let me go!"</strong> My voice pelts the walls of the room. I don't even know if I'm alone or not. I can't see. A blindfold covers my eyes, leaving only my imagination to illuminate me. That and the small glimpse of the room I got before I was rather rudely stripped down. Then pushed onto the bed and tied down. Here I sit, firmly tied to this bed. I'm not going anywhere.<br/><br/><strong>"UGH!"</strong> I cry out in frustration, fighting against my bonds more. How much longer will I be made to wait? Where is she? What does she plan to do to me? My mind wanders to our previous meetings, her silky skin against mine. Those nails. I hate the way my body reacts when I think of her hightly manicured nails on my skin again. Her touch sets my senses aflame. Just the thought of her touch leaves me feeling wanton. My body aches for the wonderful things she has shown me. I want to see more. I want her to show me so much more. What other things can she show me? Teach me? I hate how eager I am to be her slave. To let her boss me around. To be her plaything. Just one look from her and I melt.<br/><br/>I hear footsteps outside the room I'm being kept in. They pull me from my aroused revery. I am reminded where I am, what I want. What I have tried to do. The struggle begins again, pulling at my bonds. I am frantic in my movements, trying so hard to get myself free from this predicament. What have I done? Where have I left myself? <strong>"Let me go! I don't want this!"</strong> I lie to whoever is on the other side of the door. I want it to stop. No I don't I want more. No it needs to stop! <em>But if it stops I won't be able to learn anymore. She's so knowledgable. She could show you the world...</em> I stop struggling as I come to the realization. Aunt Margo provides me with such pleasure. She has a wealth of information I have yet to even touch the tip of. Do I really want to stop learning before I have even begun?<br/><br/>My chest heaves as I contemplate what I have just realized. This is an opportunity. Do I want to give it up? <em>I don't know...</em></span>