0 comments/ 115116 views/ 8 favorites Handcuffed By: silverparrot You wake up naked, your body glistening with sweat, spread eagle your wrists handcuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling.... your ankles to the pegs in the floor. You are all alone in a small room no other sounds other than your breathing. Little light is given off from the scones on the walls. You notice a large wood ornamental carved door across from you & then hear soft footsteps coming your way. Slowly the door opens and as it opens you start to get hard...To your surprise a female you've never seen before cautiously enters... carrying a tray with an assortment of toys while balancing a bottle of champagne in a ice filled crystal bucket .. She does not look at you or talk; drifting slowly until she is in front of you... she gently sets the tray on the floor between your balls...kneeling down she picks up a bottle of oil and pours a few drops into her palm rubbing them together. You smell the sharp scent of cinnamon...Your Mac stands at attention, not knowing what is going to happen, but you say not a word, just waiting to see what she will do. Gracefully she stands up and you notice all she is wearing is a white gauzy see-thru shift. Your eyes glance from her feet up her body until finally you are looking into her eyes. She is now staring back knowledge in her look. She inches closer reaching out placing a palm on your chest, then the other & starts to rub the oil onto your nipples. You feel a warm sensation; she stops and gently blows on you. Now you feel the heat from the oil. A naughty smile comes over her face and pouring a little more of the oil into her palm she now reaches for your balls, gently massaging it into your skin, warmth & a tingly sensation radiates off your nuts but it feels good. You are rock hard now!! She mixes another oil into her hand and gently smears it all over you...circling...not missing a single spot...your skin feels intensely sensitive the hairs on your body feel electrified. Suddenly from a distance you both hear someone coming, each glancing at the door as it again slowly opens........ Then I walk in. I am wearing thigh high red leather stiletto boots, a red bustier and frilly red panties...In my hand is a light weight whip that I start to gently roll across my palm as I look at the both of you. The silence is deafening.. You are surprised it is me & roughly whisper Dammmnnnn..... All of us smile, the game is on I read it in your eyes!! Are you ready Baby I ask?? "Word" is all you mumble, looking from me to the other wondering why I have brought her into this game. I read your thought... without a word you understand "for your enjoyment".. I walk towards you dangling the whip off my hip, gently slapping my thigh. Circling you... loving your hard body & big dick. Suddenly the whip slashes across your ass, you jerk in bondage, I again raise it this time coming down across your chest, your skin feels on fire but you realize it is not from the whip but from the oil!!?? I ask our friend to tie the long red silk scarf over your eyes so you will not know who is doing what. She does as I say; now you will only feel. You cannot touch, see or taste, again the whip slashes across the back of your legs & across your shoulders. Hearing the ice... suddenly you feel coldness on your heated nipples, melting the ice cube it's running down your chest. Not knowing who is doing what has you ready to burst. You feel a warm hand run across your ass kneading then slipping a finger between your indentation, at the same time in front you feel cold wet lips on the head of your dick, then a warm hand cupping your balls, a cold hand on your thigh, warm breasts press against your back, the weight of a body pressing onto you causes you to rock forward as if trying to get the other to take more of your dick into her mouth, she obliges!! The ice cube in her mouth along with your dick is a turn on... greedily she sucks & swirls. You hear something being picked up off the tray, now a soft feather runs between your crack still having your dick sucked you take a deep breath, slowly roughly moaning...She has eased up on your dick for the girls do not want you to cum yet. Hands are everywhere on your body, rubbing, pinching, next you feel being bitten and again a good whack across your ass. Now a different mouth on your dick, a different hand on your ass, someone is licking up & down your spine & someone is licking your dick the same long wet stroke. You feel your ass cheeks being spread, your balls gently sucked into a mouth, hands running up & down your legs then up pinching your nipples... You roll your head with the intensity & feel a wet tongue lick the side of your mouth, turning more you get a full hard on kiss, an eager tongue slips between your teeth lapping the inside of your mouth. Your tongue is getting sucked, your dick is getting sucked & now you feel a slippery finger enter your ass. Having your prostate stroked you increase in length & width!! Once again.... you are getting sucked as she takes you, a finger slides in and as she eases off the finger eases out. Chills are running up & down your body as the sweat drips off your forehead.. We both feel you are about to let loose. The silk scarf falls from your eyes just as you explode!! Your holler echoes off the walls. Opening your eyes you see it is not your women who has your cum dripping out of her mouth, you still squirting onto her chest. The finger easing out of your ass is your women's & that makes you cum more; kneeling in front of you I lick it all off. While she loosens your bondage you slowly slip to the floor. Gently we untie you massaging your body. I am at your head and she at your feet, pouring more oil into our hands we stroke your backside then gently roll you over and massage your front. We are amazed as your Mac starts to get hard. We touch, kiss & lick you all over; using a feather we lightly run that across your body around your dick & balls. I lean over your head kissing you upside down, she is slowing moving her body over you like a silky snake, slithering over you until you feel her guide you inside her cunt. She is sitting backwards the angle is different and that turns you on. Her hands on your thighs for leverage rolling her hips; I turn around & straddle you, my pussy in your face. My smell intoxicates you!! You reach up with your fingertips moving my lips aside...swirling your tongue on my engorged clit, coiling your tongue inside me at times; I pull back so you can see my wetness. Roughly you reach up with one hand to pinch & roll my nipple, making me come back down on your tongue. Your other hand reaches down to stroke her asshole, entering her with your finger. You give us the same treatment that we just gave you!!. Lapping on me, stroking it in her with your Mac & finger both of us moaning, our thighs quivering ready to burst but your goal is to have all of us climax at once. I know this is what you want... so I say out loud when you are ready tell us.. This makes her moan louder. She grinds down harder on you...which makes you rougher on my clit pinching my nipple harder bringing me closer...In turn this brings you closer until all at once, you feel her muscles tighten, her ass less tight for you are still stroking her hole, my clit quivering and all at once we all let loose, each milking the other, feeling such intensity that you raise your dick up hard in her cunt while I cram my pussy onto your face and she slamming her ass onto you. The juices are flowing, relaxing, muscles slowing contracting we ease off each other spent... We all roll over to catch our breath, and start to laugh with the intensity of what just happened. Sitting up I lean over kiss you & say I love you.. She leans over and opens the bottle of champagne, pouring us each a glass. Sipping, you look at each of us, mirroring my thoughts you want to watch the two of us next!! I laugh again, kissing your lips reaching out for her. Handcuffed "Listen I have a bit of a problem and I need some help," she said quietly. The man looked around to confirm that he was the intended receiver of her message. "Me?" "Yeah, look, I'm . . . I'm really embarrassed about this but . . I need you to help me out of these." With that she flips her coat off of her handcuffed wrists just long enough for him to look down and see her predicament. "Whoah, why are you in handcuffs?" He asks as he takes a small step back. He looks around furtively to see if anyone is watching them. "Please it's not what you think. I'm not in any kind of trouble with the police or anything. It was just a mistake and I'm locked out of my apartment!" "I don't know lady. This doesn't make much sense. How am I supposed to help anyway I don't have a key." "No, you don't need one. They have a combination kind of lock." "Well why don't you just do it?" "I don't know the combination!" "Why did you put them on if you didn't know the combination?" "No, no I didn't put them on. It . . . it's just a mistake and I need you to help me get the combination." "How can I help? Look this all seems a little too weird" "No please. I have the combo I just can't read it!" "Why not?" "Because I can't see it." "Well where is it?" She glances around and then lowers her voice and says, "It's . . . well . . it's written, um . . . on the inside of my thigh." "What?!" He watches her to see if she's joking but the flushing in her cheeks and the averted glance makes him think she's not. "It's written on the inside of my thy," she says again. "I heard you I just don't get it," he says, while for the first time noticing what she's wearing. A short, make that very short, cocktail dress, high heels and a thin silver chain necklace. He notices she doesn't have a purse. She has nice tanned and toned legs and seems to notice his gaze. She lowers her hands a little to let the coat cover the hem of her dress. However, this just reveals to the man the low neckline and ample cleavage of her upper half. He glances up at her face and she is looking at him with pleading eyes. He feels a little sorry for but is still confused. "Look why don't I just get your keys for you and you can go into your apartment and maybe you can get the combo yourself?" "But I don't have my keys!" She exclaims as if he should have known that. "Then how am I supposed to help?" he asks a little exasperated. "I just need you to read me the combination." He is suddenly wary again for some reason and says half laughing, "Are you serious? How did this happen again? Is this a joke?" "No, really it isn't a joke. My boyfriend and I were in the middle of a date and he, well, he wanted to see me in handcuffs. I told him only if he bought me a really nice dress. I thought he was kidding when he said yes, but then he took me to Saks and bought me this." She said all of this in a rush of breath with a hint of impatience at having to explain the situation. He realized that she was probably unaware that although he now knew where the dress came from he still had no idea how she got into this particular dilemma. After a moment of them staring at each other she noticed the quizzical look on his face and realized that her explanation was lacking. "Oh," she said sort of sheepishly. "So he told me to just wear the dress home and then followed me into the dressing area while I changed. I was just about to put it on when he came in and said, "A deal is a deal," and was holding the cuffs. I thought he was joking but then he got on his knees and told me to turn around." She stopped suddenly and looked at the man's face. He was, in fact, getting excited by the direction of the story and she was suddenly aware of what she was about to tell him. "Um . . . so at first I thought he just wanted sex She spurted out the last few words with an air of finality and relief. The man however was disappointed that the dressing room part of the explanation had fallen short of a sordid sex scene. He also still did not get why she was standing here sans boyfriend in front of her apartment with handcuffs and little else on? "But where is he now," he said after a moment? "He got stuck on the train. I got off, he said something about his phone and when I turned the doors had closed and he was telling me to meet him at the apartment." "Then why don't you just wait for him?" "Because I think he thought I would go to his apartment, but instead I thought he meant mine. He lives all the way across town it would take me a half hour and two train changes to get there and I'm afraid I'll just pass him in between if I try." She seemed sincere enough and not really that afraid of the consequences of having him help her. "Ok, where is it," he finally said? She squealed a little and jumped up and pecked his cheek as she said, "Oh, thank you, thank you!" "It should be just inside my thigh on my left leg." She said turning around and facing away from him. She bent a little at the waist and stuck her ass towards him as he bent over behind her. The light in the hallway was not bright but it was definitely bright enough for him to determine that she had a nice ass and the little dress left little to the imagination. He bent as far as he could but could see nothing obvious besides the smooth bare skin of her legs. "Holy shit," he thought, "I must be dreaming. A girl is offering to let me look up her skirt. Not every day this kind of luck comes along!" His cock started to swell as if in answer to the thought. "I don't see anything." "It has to be there, maybe it is higher," she said, and bent over more to let the skirt ride up. At some point he expected to see her panties but when she finished bending over it was obvious even from his point of view that she either had on a thong or nothing. "I still don't see anything," he said, a little hesitantly. He wanted this to last as long as he could. "I'm not wearing any panties just so you know." "I guessed," he laughed. "But there is still no writing." "It is probably really high up or maybe just too small." "Ok, I'll get closer," and with that he dropped to one knee behind her and she bent a little farther. He could clearly see the cleft of her pussy peeking out from behind and he instantly went from semi to rock hard. He leaned in and after a second actually looked for the numbers. "I still don't see them." "Dammit," she exclaimed. She jerked herself back upright and turned around. She did it quickly and he was still down on one knee. What she didn't realized was that when she bent over, her coat, still draped over her wrists, had caught the front hem of her dress. When she straightened up she lifted her arms and the hem cam with it. The effect was that he was now staring right at her beautiful neatly trimmed pussy at eye level and only inches from his face. "He must have been fucking with me! He probably didn't write anything! He's always doing shit like this, one of his little pranks," she exclaimed vehemently. She paused long enough to wonder why the man hadn't gotten up. She glanced down and with a gasp jerked the coat back down to cover herself. He immediately stood up and muttered a half hearted "sorry." She was blushing and staring at the floor when she noticed his hard on showing prominently through his slacks. She giggled and said, "Apparently I'm not the only one going commando tonight!" He laughed and turned sideways while trying to adjust his cock through his pants. They looked at each other for a moment and then she said, "Well I feel like we know each other pretty well now! Look why don't you let me into your place to wait. I mean what kind of trouble can I cause?" At which point she held her hands out to him. He chuckled, and knowing an opportunity when he saw one said, "Sure." They walked down the hall and he let her in first. He apologized for the mess, even though it was pretty tidy for a bachelor pad. He took her coat and offered her a seat on the couch. He asked her if she wanted a drink, she declined on account of not wanting him to bother. When he got back from the kitchen she had started in complaining about the stupid stunts her boyfriend was always playing. He listened for a while, constantly hard, and finally said, "You know the light in here is ten times better than in the hall, why don't I take one last look?" She glanced around and thought about for a second and then looked right at him and said sure. She got up and turned around again, this time putting her hands on the armrest of the sofa. He slipped off the armchair across from her and knelt behind her again, this time on both knees. His cock lurched in his pants as he saw the lips of her pussy again. He leaned in and pretended to look for the number again. "Do you think it is just further inside your thigh? I mean were your legs further apart when he wrote it?" "Yeah maybe," she replied heavily after a short pause. She parted her legs a little allowing him an unimpeded view of her pouting lips and little puckered asshole. He reached up and placed both hands at the bottom of her ass cheeks and used his thumbs to pry her thighs open a little more. She lurched forward at his touch but didn't say anything or try to stop him. In fact she just wound up bent over more. "I still don't see anything," he said softly. "Maybe it's higher," she breathed back. He ran his hands up over her ass and she shifted her feet further apart. He used his thumbs to spread her cunt lips a little as he leaned in and breathed in the scent of her oozing slit. He gave her asshole a quick lick. She jumped and let out a gasp, but then pushed her ass back at him. Not to seem too eager he ran a hand over her pussy dragging his middle finger through and parting her wet lips. He sucked it into his mouth when he brought it out and then promptly shoved it up her tight little fuck hole, latching his mouth back onto her pretty little asshole at the same time. She started rocking her hips and fucking his finger while he lapped away at her backside. This went on for a few minutes until she finally pulled away. She stepped to the side and got on her knees on the sofa. Putting her hands on the back she looked over her shoulder and just said, "Fuck me." He stood and did just that. He dropped his pants and without another word sank his cock into her sopping pussy. She leaned forward and put her head on the back of the couch while he grabbed her hips and started to pound her. She pushed back to meet his thrusts and was moaning and muttering a constant and incoherent babble. Every time he would bottom out in her she would just let out a couple of words, "Oh fuck", "dirty fuck", "cum hole", "so good", . . . He continued his assault and all to quickly found himself close to finishing. He gave in and with few last hard and fast thrusts let out a loud grunt buried his cock in her. He unloaded a torrent of cum into her now swollen and fucked out cunt. He leaned forward panting, and she hung her head doing the same. He finally stood up and pulled out of her accompanied by a wet "plop." He looked down to see his cum dripping out of her and onto his sofa but really didn't care. Nor did she apparently, she stayed in that position for a little while. He sat back down across from her staring at her, ass in the air, freshly fucked pussy dripping his come out of it at eye level. She finally rolled to one side and then sat up. She looked at him and started laughing. He chuckled and got up to get her a towel. While he was in the kitchen she said," look that was really good and all but I really do like my boyfriend even if he is a pain in the ass." "That's ok, I get it," he replied coming back. He handed her the towel and gestured toward the bathroom. When she came out he had his pants back on and she grabbed her coat. "I guess I'll go down and see if the shithead is there," she said. "If he isn't I could always go down and get the super to let me in." "Maybe you should have done that to begin with," he jokingly replied. "Maybe so," she laughed. "Anyway, thanks for trying." "Absolutely my pleasure," he said as the opened the door for her. She glanced down the hall as she stepped out. No one was down at her apartment. "I guess I'll go down to the super's and try to explain this again," she half laughed. "Good luck, and take this you might need it," he handed her a small piece of paper. "Really, thanks but I can't call you," she started but he cut her off. "Just take it, you might need it," and he folded her hand around it and with a smile stepped back inside his apartment and shut the door. She sighed and started down the hall. She glanced at the paper and chuckled to herself. Then she stopped, looked slowly down and the paper and just stood there for a full minute. Then with a half-hearted curse accompanied by a little laugh she went on down the hall. There were only four numbers. Well, at least she wouldn't have to explain the handcuffs to the super. Handcuffed! My mom is so mean. I'm 20, but she still bosses me around and treats me like a little girl. She wouldn't let me get a job and then wouldn't let me go off to college when all my friends did. To top it all off, for the last few years she made me go over my uncle's apartment to clean it for him. He's a typical guy, so his place really needs cleaning. I go over every day, too, and cook him dinner and leave it in his oven for him for when he gets home. She's worried about what he eats, worries that he'll die of a heart attack or something from only eating pizza and burgers. She drops me off and sometimes doesn't pick me up for a long time. Of course I don't have a car, and she won't even teach me to drive. She wants to keep me a little baby. But one time, I was at his apartment, and everything was clean, but she didn't pick me up, for like the hundredth time, for about 3 extra hours. I was so bored. I didn't think that he even had a TV at first, but then I noticed that in his bedroom he had one of those old fashioned entertainment cabinets with the doors that close over the TV. It was like the funniest thing. His TV was locked up. The whole thing was locked up and only had one keyhole. I took a paper clip and bent it and picked the lock in no time like I'd somebody do in a movie or on TV show. I'm very good with my hands since mom makes me sew and do needle point all the time. That one keyhole unlocked the whole thing, all the drawers as well as the TV. You wouldn't believe it, but in the entertainment center there were all these XXX movies with girls masturbating, girls tied up or handcuffed, white girls getting sex from black guys --- GROSS! --- or girls kissing and licking each other --- INCREDIBLY GROSS! ---- and even girls being kidnapped and raped. I'd watch his dirty movies and masturbate. I swear, I never did it before I saw any of his movies. But once I'd watched one of them, I just couldn't stop, either watching them or masturbating. I'd start a DVD and lie on his bed and pull my skirt up and my panties down and finger myself. He had these sex toys too, and I'd use them, except I never put one into my vagina since I wanted to stay a virgin. But I did use this long one that was only as wide around as my thumb in my butt. There was this one DVD that I watched again and again, most times I'd be over his place after I did my cleaning. A big bear of an older guy like my uncle's age has this sketchy-looking van. He has different magnetic strips that he can change whenever he wants that say that it's a plumber's van or electrician's van or even a policemen's van. It's got no windows in the back and a sheet metal wall right behind the driver's seat and a dirty, nasty old mattress in the back. The guy kidnaps this cute girl right off the street as she's going to Catholic school and he pulls her into the van and handcuffs her wrists and ties her legs to these hooks that he has in the corners of the van and takes off someplace where there's no one to hear her screams. The girl tries to fight him off, but he's way too strong. He cuts her Catholic school uniform off her with a big scary knife and does it to her in the butt for a real long time. At first she hates it but then she loves it and begs him not to stop. She never even sees his face because he wears a mask until he blindfolds her when she's naked and all tied up and helpless. He pushes her face down on that dirty mattress with her skinny butt sticking up because he jammed a dirty pillow under her hips. Afterward, when he's done with her and she's bleeding from her butthole, he dumps her in the woods, all naked and bruised and crying, throwing her Catholic school uniform on top of her. She puts her tattered uniform back on as best she could and goes home to her empty house. She takes a shower and puts on another one of her uniforms and hides the torn one under her mattress and then goes downstairs and pretends that nothing happened. Her mom comes home and the two of them cook the family supper. And then we see her father, as he gets home. It's the guy who kidnapped her! She got raped by her own father! She goes and sits on his lap and puts her arms around him and kisses his cheek and they say how much they love each other. And then that night, she takes out her torn uniform from under her bed, puts it on, and masturbates in her bed while wearing it. It was so sick and twisted! The only part that I didn't like was that the girl looked about 25 years old, way too old to be going to Catholic school. I went to Catholic school and graduated only a couple years ago, so I know. Well, for like a year I watched that DVD almost every day and masturbated while I watched it. I'd watch the others too, but it was by far my favorite. I just loved it. And I'd imagine that I was the girl, of course, but that it was my uncle who kidnapped me and did it to me in the butt. My uncle had handcuffs and even bigger handcuffs that I saw in one of his DVD's that are for chaining a girl's legs by the ankles. And he had all those weird rubbery sex toys. I know about sex toys because Jenny Adams brought two into school and showed some of us, joking that she'd show everyone, even Sister Luke, at show and tell, even though we didn't actually have show and tell. Of course, I was always very careful to put everything back exactly like I found it. But it's not like my uncle had it all organized or whatever so that he'd notice if something was out of place. Once a week, always on a Friday, he'd take me out to a nice restaurant to thank me, since my mom forbade me to take any money from him for the work I did for him. So that one day would be the day that my mom wouldn't pick me up. After the restaurant he'd drop me off at home. I got this idea and I started to fantasize about it all the time when I was home in my own bed, masturbating. I fantasized about chaining myself to his bed, naked, with that nasty DVD in the player, and pretending that I'd dropped the key so that I couldn't reach it, I'd wait, chained naked to his bed, until he got home. I even started shaving all the hair off between my legs like some of the girls on his DVD's. He's this big hairy guy, sort of like the guy in my favorite DVD. He usually smells kind of sweaty when he gets home too, since he likes to walk to work, and I kind of love that smell. My own dad always smells like Irish Spring soap and my mom's Herbal Essence shampoo, and he showers and shaves twice a day. My dad's not tall and he's kind of skinny too and my mom always bosses him around. But my uncle, oh boy. He's a big tall guy, a real bear and all hairy and bearded, like the evil guy with the nasty van who kidnaps his own daughter. I bet he could grab me and do whatever he wanted to me however much I fought back. One time my mom was nagging my uncle about what he eats and he just said, "Shut the f*** up," only of course he didn't just say "F." My mom actually laughed, not able to help herself, and then she only asked him not to talk like that in front of me. If my dad ever said that my mom's head would explode, I bet, but with my uncle saying it she just laughed, something she hardly ever does, and it was a real laugh too, not like her usual fake laugh when she talks to people. My mom told me one time that my uncle got in a fight in a bar and got stabbed with a car antenna in one of his eyes so that his eye was hanging out until the doctor at the emergency room popped it back in. The iris in that eye is always big and black too. My mom said that my uncle hit the other guy with a bottle that broke and cut the guy's neck so that the other guy died even though he had his own eye hanging out. The police never charged him, either, because they decided that my uncle had been defending himself, even though both of them had been drunk. All the other guys I know, especially from church, are real choir boys, but my uncle's like this really scary guy, and that really excited me. So one time, a Friday, I was at my uncle's, watching that nasty movie where the father kidnaps his own Catholic school daughter and fantasizing about chaining myself to the bed while I masturbated, imagining my uncle coming home and finding me all naked and chained to his bed. I was like so wet. I went and got the handcuffs too and handcuffed my legs to his bed's foot-boards and one of my wrists to the headboards so that I was face down on his bed. I had stripped the bed bare too, so that it would be like the dirty bare mattress in my favorite DVD, and I had a pillow under my hips too, just like in the DVD. I could reach right down between my own legs to rub myself all I wanted. His bed is like really old and has big posts that go up almost as tall as I am. I was watching the DVD with my head turned back, pretending that I was looking at my uncle while he raped me in my butt. I even had this black rubber toy in my butt while I rubbed myself between my legs. I came and came and it was great. It was Friday, the day when he took me out instead of my mom picking me up. I'd been playing this game with the toys and the handcuffs every Friday, but I knew that I had plenty of time. He called whenever he came home early too, teasing me that he wanted to warn me if I had a boy over the house. I always said that I'd never do that, but then one time he teased me, saying that he didn't want to come home and interrupt if I was with a girl either! I was like speechless I was so shocked. That's just totally disgusting. After I came like six times, I was lying there, still with both my ankles and one wrist chained to the bed, playing with the key. It's a little key. It's more like a tube than a key too. Sometime I had dropped the key on the floor on purpose, to scare myself, but always close enough so that I could reach it. Well, I'd forgotten that I brought my own cat for company, since I get lonely at his apartment with no one else there with me. My cat jumped on the bed and startled me, and I dropped the key and it really did roll or bounce or whatever where I really truly couldn't reach it, not even close. And his bed is very heavy, even if I could somehow have gotten my legs down to push the bed or whatever, but they were chained to the other end of the bed, of course, and that same key worked on both sets of handcuffs, even the ones for the leg cuffs. Only now I was really scared. That nasty movie was in the DVD player, and of course I was chained, naked, to my uncle's bed. I pulled the nasty rubber sex toy out of my butt, since I had one hand free, and tried to throw it up and over and behind the entertainment center, to hide it, but it only hit the wall and bunched onto the floor, right out in the open and not even close to where I could reach. I had used some of my uncle's olive oil on it, too, and that was open and in a big bottle right there on his night table. It was so stupid that I laughed and then giggled and then cried. I was so scared. I couldn't even call someone, one of my friends from school or church, to come rescue me because he had no phone next to his bed. Well, you guessed it, there I was when he got home and came looking for me or maybe assumed that I wasn't there. I was so embarrassed that I didn't make a sound until he came in his room and found me there. I'd taken his pillow from under my hips and tried to cover myself with it. He just stood there, looking at me, silent for a moment. I started to cry again and then he just laughed. He has this big booming laugh. When he'd stopped laughing, he said, "What the f***, Elizabeth?" Everyone calls me "Beth," even my mother. I don't think I'd ever heard him call me "Elizabeth" before, unless it was when I was little. He got the sheet from next to his bed, another thing that I couldn't reach, of course, and covered me over. When I had been lying there, I had actually masturbated again, thinking, fantasizing that maybe he'd come home and just get so excited that he'd rape me in my butt. Maybe I'd have to beg him to do that to me instead of taking my virginity, that if he was going to do it to me to do it in my butt instead of in my vagina. When I was covered, I told him where the handcuff key was and he got it and uncuffed me, first my wrist and then my ankles. I think I did it too tight too, because my left foot had fallen asleep and was numb after my lying there like that for two hours. But then when the blood was flowing back into it I got wicked pins and needles and I had to rub it. He took my foot in his big hands and rubbed it too. I go to confession once a month. My mom does too. Even my dad goes too. Not my uncle, however. But of course I'd never told my priest what I did, how I masturbated or how I watched filthy movies at my uncle's and fantasized about him raping me or something. But I confessed almost everything to my uncle, confessed it without him asking what had happened, other than his "What the f***?" question when he came into his own room and laughed his booming laugh and then asked it. The only thing that I didn't tell him was that I fantasized about him raping me. And I didn't say that the father kidnapping and raping his own daughter in that nasty van was my favorite DVD. I even told him that I'd been doing it for a whole year. As I was telling him, as I gave him my confession, I couldn't help but notice that my uncle got a woodie. I know about that from girls from my school. Some of the naughty, nasty, slutty girls talk about that all the time, about how some boy "sprung wood" or whatever. He picked up the remote on the DVD player and turned it on. I felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, that it just sprung out of my mouth, I said to him, started to beg him, "Please, don't tell mom, please, I'll do anything, you can punish me anyway you want, punish me as much as you want, just, please, please, don't tell anyone . . ." I was blushing red, I'm sure. I just wanted to distract him from that nasty DVD with the guy raping his own daughter. I didn't really think that my uncle would tell my mom, but I just wanted to distract him from the nasty movie, I think, so that he wouldn't think that I loved that one the best. However, I had fantasized about telling him just that ever since I'd started handcuffing myself to his bed, begging him that I'd do anything if he wouldn't tell my parents. But it didn't work, didn't distract him from that DVD. He asked, "How many times have you watched this one?" I said, "Only this one time, I swear, you have so many of them . . ." But I knew that he could tell that I was lying. Besides, there I had been when he came home, practically spread eagle like the girl in the back of her father's van. He said, "I do think that you deserve to be punished." He had this nasty, gleeful grin, like he was enjoying himself. Meekly, I said, "Okay, but you do it, not mom or my dad, please. I'll do whatever you say, I promise, just don't tell." I had started to cry. I really was scared that he'd tell them, I guess, even though in my heart of hearts I knew that he wouldn't because then he'd have to fess up about having that nasty porn collection. He started to unbuckle his belt. My father used to spank my brothers that way, with his belt on their bare butts. But I knew my uncle pretty well. He wasn't angry like my mom would be. I could tell that he was amused and maybe aroused by catching me. He didn't even seem bothered by me messing with his stuff. I think he just liked having an excuse to spank me, and I guess that if he was going to spank me, he wanted to do it right, with his big thick black leather belt. I started to cry even more. My dad had never spanked me and neither had my mom. I had always tried to be prefect. Sister Thomas Aquinas and Sister Sebastian had both said that my handwriting and grammar were "perfect," and that had made me so happy. Any test where I could memorize things before hand I always got a hundred on too: historic dates, spelling, word definitions, state capitols, parts of the frog's anatomy. I just had this strong craving to be perfect or at least to have people think that I was. My uncle wrapped his big strong callused hand around my wrist and pulled me up. I was careful to keep covered with the sheet. He sat on the edge of his bed and before he bent me over his lap he pulled the sheet away from me and tossed it on the bed so that I was stark naked. I couldn't help it, I had to tell him about shaving myself too, since now he could see that. He was looking too, right at that place between my legs that didn't have any hair to cover it. Then he did pull me over his lap. I said, "Please, not with the belt, it will leave marks and mom will notice." I was lying since I was so scared of all that pain that I knew that the belt would cause. My mother never saw my bare butt. He laughed slapped my butt hard with his bare hand and then with the belt even harder. It hurt so much that I screamed. He lashed me again, even harder, and I screamed again. Then I sobbed, "Please, stop, I'll let you do anything, anything at all. I'll let you rape me even and never tell, never ever tell, if you'll just stop that and never tell my parents." He laughed and pulled me up by wrist. I only weigh 95 pounds and he's a big and tall guy who is really strong. He shoved me on the bed face down on his bed. I was sobbing in relief and fear. He was really going to do it, really going to rape me, just like I had fantasized so often about. My heart was beating a million beats a minute. He started to undress, and I hid my face in the crook of my arm. He laughed and asked if I wanted to be handcuffed, but I didn't answer. He cuffed my ankles like he had found me, looping the chain through the foot-board. He gave me one of his pillows. I don't know if it was the same one that I'd used to cover myself and that I'd had under my own hips earlier. "Put it under your hips." I lifted up and did what he said. "Are you going to rape me in the butt?" "Yes. Isn't it what you want?" "I don't want to, I really don't want to, it was just a sick fantasy. I never really wanted to do it, especially not with you, my own uncle. I would've never thought of it were not for your nasty movies." I meant what I was saying. I really didn't want him to do it. Well, I guess if it was going to be anyone, maybe I would've chosen him, but of course he was my uncle and that is so sick and disgusting, even if I'd fantasized about it a dozen or more times a day everyday for a whole year or more. I had hidden my face again. He must have taken the belt again. It lashed and cut into the backs of both my thighs and I screamed again. I just lay there, sobbing. I felt him climb onto the bed and felt something, his finger, I think, go up my butt. I could tell that it was wet with oil. Then he jammed two fingers into me back there and it hurt, but no where near as much as when he had lashed me with his belt. Then one of his fingers was in my vagina. "You're sopping wet, slut." He unhooked my right wrist and hooked the empty cuff to the head board. He said, "Rub your clit, whore." We're Irish Catholic, so it really hurts a girl to be called "whore" and "slut." I reached between my legs with my free hand and rubbed my clit. Three strokes and I came. I could tell that he was poking me with his penis. I begged him, "Please, not in my vagina. I'm a virgin, I swear on the Virgin Mary and the all the saints, I want to stay one, please, please." I had never done that before, sworn on the Virgin and all the saints. Only my grandmother did that in our family, my mom and my uncle's mother. He laughed, a rather cruel laugh, I think. "Quite the conundrum we have here, don't you think?" I couldn't help myself, I giggled. "F*** my ass instead, f*** my ass, f*** my ass," I begged. I had never used that word before, and of course I didn't just say "F" either, but I'd heard girls in his nasty movies say just that as they were sodomized by some guy. But sometimes I did use the word "ass," and not to mean a donkey like Sister Luke sometimes does. I only said it so that he'd do that instead of taking my virginity. Handcuffed! Then I felt his penis push into my butt slowly. I felt so grateful that he was going slowly that I said, "Thank you," and meant it. He kissed the back of my neck and said, "I love you." I giggled, it was so sick and twisted. Even though he was going slow it still hurt. I begged him, "Stop, please, I can't," and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. He was holding my hips in his big strong hands, holding me still while he forced it into me. I was crying and wiggling my butt and trying to pull away, to get away from his penis. Then I guess he was all the way in. His weight was on my back. He said, "Rub your clit, sweetie, rub your clit." I did what he said and realized that I was the wettest I'd ever been in my whole life. It still hurt, but I was drenched down there. Then he started to move his penis inside me and I came. I came again. And then again. I started to beg him, "Please, don't stop, please, don't stop, please, don't stop," just like the girl in the movie had begged her rapist father not to stop after a while when he sodomized her. And I meant it. It felt so good. Not my butt, but my clit. It was like the best ever. In my butt it hurt, but it was like the absolutely sweetest pain possible. I remember that in psych class we were told about animals that had electric wires put into the pleasure centers of their brains. They'd push a button that sent electricity into that part of their brain, not eating or drinking, until they died. It was like that good, even though my butt my sore and hurting. And then my butt stopped hurting and instead got all warm and tingly. It was like even better, twice, three times better. I could feel it in my whole body it was so good. He just kept it up, really doing it to me as hard as he could, and I realized that my throat was getting sore from begging him not to stop. I realized that I was shouting it. It was like that good. My whole body was tingling from cumming so much. And then he moaned right in my ear, shouted that he was going to cum. I actually felt his penis throb inside me and knew that he was shooting his seed into my innards. After that, he lay on top of me, kissing the back of my neck and saying over and over that he loved me. I realized that I was covered with his sweat and mine. I was still rubbing my clit, even though I knew that I wouldn't come again unless he started to sodomize me again. But I could still feel his penis inside me. And then it slid out, just like I had taken a BM. For a moment I thought that that was just what I did too, afraid that I'd done it on my uncle's bare mattress. Only when I realized that I hadn't, I giggled. I actually didn't want him to get off me either. I think I was ashamed to have him look at me in the face, but also I sort of liked having him on top of me, crushing me. I could feel his heart beating on my back and could feel my own beating in my chest. I realized that I could smell his sweat too, realized that it was all over me, that smell and his sweat, and I loved it more than almost thing else right then. He rolled off me and almost fell off the bed. He laughed and uncuffed me and helped me up and half carried me into the bathroom. He started the shower, and I realized that he wanted to take a shower with me. But I felt like I had to take a BM in the worst way. I like pushed him out the bathroom and closed the door and locked it and sat on the toilet. But nothing happened, other than when I wiped myself there was a little blood on the tissue. I thought of the girl in the DVD who gets kidnapped by her own father and gets throw out of that evil looking van with her butthole bleeding. I wondered if I'd bleed every time he sodomized me. I know, it's weird, but I'd already decided to let him do it as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted, even though it was so wrong and had hurt so much. I let my uncle back in the bathroom and we took a shower together. He tickled me and I started to giggle. He washed me and I washed him. And then, right there in the shower with the water running down our naked bodies, I kissed him right on the lips and he kissed me back and our mouths opened and his tongue went into my mouth. He smokes and I sure don't, but I actually liked that taste too, even though before I'd always hated that smell on things. I went to get dressed, but he laughed and wouldn't let me. I giggled and asked, "Is this my reward from now on for cleaning your apartment and cooking your dinner every day? Sodomized by my own uncle, every Friday?" I was joking, but I guess I assumed that that was what we were going to do from now on. I cooked for the two us, me naked the whole time. We ate, both of us naked. And then he took me back into his bedroom. I didn't complain. I had looked at my butt in his mirror in the bathroom before I'd let him back in with me to take a shower with me and seen the angry red welts on my butt and the back of my thighs. He was a beast, no doubt about it, but I guess that some part of me really craved being made to do things by a beastly guy, a big hairy old bear of a guy like my uncle. He pushed me on my knees and I knew what he wanted. His penis was half hard again, sort of sticking out away from his body. I took it in my hands and then kissed it and took into my wet mouth. It grew bigger and bigger in my mouth, getting too big really for me to suck it like he wanted. My hair is long and reddish brown and very curly and it was still damp from our shower since it takes so long to dry. He took a big handful of it and guided me as I sucked him. I realized that I was wet between my legs again. I reached between there and slid a finger into myself. I pulled my head back and his penis slid out of my mouth. I said, "My butt is really sore." It truly was. It was throbbing painfully. "I guess, if you want, if you must, I guess that you can take my virginity." I wasn't on the Pill or anything like that, but right then I really didn't care. I wanted him inside me again, wanted him on top of me again, only this time I wanted to be able to look into his face when he did it to me. He lifted me up and gently lowered me onto his bed again. "You should get a towel, I think." Back when I first got my period, when I was 10, I had done that, put a towel under me at night. He went and got a towel. While he was gone I reached down and rubbed my clit. I didn't stop when he came back. He already knew that I did it and had made me do when he raped my butthole. I giggled when he got between my legs. "Beast! You're really going to do it, really going to deflower your own niece!" I actually reached down between my legs and took his penis into my hands and guided him to my vagina. He took my B-cup breasts into his big hands and squeezed them hard, hurting me. I yelped in pain and then giggled. I guess I sort of like it when he hurts me. I had 5 finger-sized bruises on both of my breasts the next day, on top of all my other bruises and welts. I spent a whole hour that night in the bathroom at home, looking at myself naked in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, masturbating and gleefully mentally cataloging each of the marks he had left on my body. They excited me so much. He just laughed and pushed his penis into me, hard, using the weight of his body to do it. It hurt, hurt a lot more than when he'd raped my bum too. But you know, I still wanted him to do it, wanted him back inside my body, wanted to give him pleasure again, wanted him to use me for his sick, beastly pleasure. Besides, he obviously can't sodomize me every day. Even though I was crying at first, he lowered his face to mine and kissed me right on the mouth. I never had a guy kiss me before, other then when we were in the shower, and he has a hairy beard so it was really weird, his mouth on mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth again. He's such a jerk he didn't even hold back. He did it to me hard and deep, hurting me, and then he came inside me. Afterward, I was giggling and giggling, it was so stupid. But I didn't get pregnant, even though he did it to me every day after that, sometimes in my butt and mouth, but mostly in my vagina. I did go on the Shot right away, but the doctor said that that takes over a month to start to work. My uncle refused to use condoms, too. I guess we were just lucky. I started using some of his toys to get my butthole ready before he sodomized me and that shopped hurting and sometimes went right to feeling really awesomely good right from the start. He ties or handcuffs me up too, sometimes. We watch his nasty movies together, too, and he got lots more since then. Sometimes I pretend that I don't want him to do it to me and love having him force himself on me, but other times he really does rape me too, even spanks me hard with his belt. But I've gotten so that I absolutely love all of it. He changed his hours at work, so that he goes in early and gets out three hours early now, and of course I don't care any more when my mom is late picking me up. She's so lazy she doesn't even come to his door. She just calls him on her cell phone now. So it's not like she's going to ever catch us. And of course my parents and friends would never guess in a million years. It's like so wicked and evil. And worst of all, now I've started fantasizing about confessing it all to our priest, not because I feel guilty or sinful, but just so as to shock him. And he couldn't ever tell anyone else, too. Handcuffed It had begun as a game, as a flirt. As a little whim of a fellow student, a young woman with long, blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. And she had smiled, as the steel rings closed in on my wrists with a metallic sound. And I had felt my heart hammering, where I lay on her bed, and felt the touch of the handcuffs and the bar of cast iron in the headboard that might keep me here forever. She had giggled as she unbuttoned my shirt, and her long, blonde hair fell over my upper body. I had been thinking that this just might be my lucky day. But only one kiss, on a point between my nipples, did she offer me, and then I saw her hair and her skirt turn around, both bopping as she left the room. I remained - I had no choice. She came back some time later. I do not know when, as there was no clock on any of the walls. She was smiling and giggling, her face red from laughter, her beautiful, long hair slightly messed up. "How are you?" she said pleasantly, lying down next to me on the bed, resting her head on one hand. I could feel her breath on my skin, her body just an inch from mine. "Well," I said, rattling the handcuffs. "A bit scared, and, well, maybe even curious?" "Curious?" she asked, pouting. "Yes." "How curious?" "I don't know." "Let's find out," she said, and opened the hand she was not resting on. There, on her palm, lay the keys to the handcuffs. Lightly she put the on my chest, where she had kissed in some time ago. Her bright blue eyes caught mine. "Shall I release you?" How can you blame me, with this Goddess lying next to me? With her lovely body so close to mine, her perfume tickling my nose, and her eyes promising so much? I could end this dream and go home, or I could close my eyes and just surrender to the pleasure she seemed to be offering. "What was that, my dear?" And impish grin spread over her face as I muttered something, her face coming closer to mine. "D-Don't release me..." I repeated. She laughed. "You are so cute!" Then her hand left the key lying on my breast, and she put it on my hands where they were forced to clasp the bar of cast iron. "You want to stay cuffed to my bed, my dear?" "Yes..." "You know that you'll only be released when or if I want to?" Her hand trailed down my arm, caressing it lightly under the shirt. "Yes!" My heart was racing. Not from fear but from excitement at her words. "You know I can and will do anything I want to you?" Her tone was sultry, and she smiled wickedly. Her fingers played on my ribs. "Yes," I swallowed, not really caring what she said, just wishing she would go on touching me. "Then," she said, removing her fingers and standing up, "let the fun begin!" Then she threw the key to the handcuffs out of an open window! "W-Why did you ... What did you just..." I began, as she turned back to me after she had tossed the key out of the window. I gave the handcuffs a hard tug, but they were still of steel. I was trapped. She just smiled demurely, swaying her hips in a way that made me feel slightly dizzy. She had great legs, and the black satin skirt she wore only managed to make them more pronounced. I was trapped, but was that such a bad thing? "You know," she said, and looked down on me. "I have planned this for a long, long time. I have wanted to have your big, strong body at my complete disposal for weeks and months now. And now, I do." Her smiled widened. "Why, you must be over six feet tall, and I am not even five!" She bent down next to my head and whispered in my ear. "You could lift me up and toss me around, if you wanted to, had you been free. But you are not. And now I can do with you as I please, and have you begging me for mercy..." For a total of five seconds I thought that having me 'beg for mercy' meant she was going to make love to me. Her fingers caressed my upper body, and she planted a kiss on my throat. The touches, and the feel of her long, blonde, shining hair sliding over my belly, made me gasp in raw delight. Then she sat up, and her fingers sought out my vulnerable spaces. Yes, I am ticklish, and she was an expert tickler. Soon I was squirming, trying to move my body away from her skillful hands. It didn't work. I was handcuffed to her bed, and she did with me as she pleased. "No," I yelled as I tugged and tugged in futility at the cuffs. I fought and fought, but that only seemed to make her laugh. "Stop it!" I cried. "Release me!" "Ooo!" she teased. "Such a big, strong man! You can get free by yourself, can't you?" "No, have mercy!" "Sorry, but this is so fun," she chuckled, her fingers under my chin and under my arms, and on my sides. I could see in her eyes that she spoke the truth - they were full of wickedness. And so I had to beg and plead and promise while my wrists were rubbed raw as I tried to fight my cuffs. But nothing helped. She teased and tickled me until she fell down next to me on the bed, laughing, looking at me fondly. "Ooo, I am having so much fun! Thank you for choosing to remain here with me," she winked. Then her cell phone rang. "Hello," she said as she answered the phone, while I relaxed from the tickling. She lay on her back, and I groaned silently as her long, blonde hair fell across my abdomen, sending a tingle of satisfaction through my body every time she moved. Her left hand was idly caressing the inside of my thigh, as she spoke with the other person. The caller was obviously a friend of her, also living on campus, and they chatted away about classes and plans for the weekend. Then, suddenly my beautiful tormenter turned around, and looked at me with a cunning look. Shifting her phone to her left hand, she began circling my navel with the fingers of the other. I groaned again. "Yeeeees, I did..." she said smugly. "Right here," she said, answering another question, and patting me on my belly. "Thanks for letting me borrow them," she added with a glance at the handcuffs. The both she and the caller slipped into hysterical giggling, and I groand for a third time, caught in between excitement and shame. Then the other person spoke, and she hesitated visibly. "You think I should do what!?" "No, I can't," my blonde captor repeated once more, shaking her head and giggling at the same time. Then, she got a wicked gleam in her wonderful, blue eyes. "All right, just for fun!" She reached out with her hand, and found the skin on the side of my body. Grabbing it with her fingers, she gave me a quick pinch. It was not very painful, and I just moved slightly. The wicked look remained in her eyes as she pinched me again, somewhat harder this time. I gave a short grunt, and tried to move away from her fingers. "I must try a bit harder," she whispered into the phone. Her expression was that of one who does something that is illegal, but fascinating. The next pinch, of which I had as little chance as possible to escape as any of the other, was painful, and I yelped. "Did you hear that?" she breathed eagerly into the phone. "Did you hear that? Wait, I'll show you once more. Listen now." And her fingers found a new piece of skin, under my arm. "Aw! Oy!" I cried as she pinched and pinched me, and she could not help for laughing. "Can you hear him?" she laughed into the phone at her friend who was listening at the other end. I could hear the faint echo of her laugh, as well, feeling less like a man and more like an amusing object. But then I realized, somehow, that this feeling touched me in some inexplicable way. Her pinches were not too painful, and somehow it was all worth it just to hear her laugh, to know that her friend was listening to my yelping. And my yelping changed, I am ashamed to say, from cries of pain into guttural exclaimations of strange delight. I closed my eyes, and actually enjoyed what she was doing to me. Suddenly, she stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw her looking at me with open, round eyes. "H-He likes it," she whispered breathlessly into the phone. " ... old you he would," I heard her friend's voice say. Then the blonde hung up with a quick "Talk to you later." She lay down beside me, her chin on my chest, her hand on my belly, her eyes holding mine. "Did," she said with a quavering voice, "did you really enjoy that?" The blonde looked at me anxiously. I felt my heart leap up into my throat as I slowly nodded and managed to croak "Y-Yes..." Her face brightened immediately, and I felt happy just by causing such a smile to appear on that beautiful face. "Oh, thank you!" she said. "I thought it was just me who was a bitch!" I shook my head. "No, you are not. Or maybe you simply are my kind of bitch? Ouch!" I said as she pinched me again, looking mock angry. "Please, no more pinching. I would like a kiss instead." "A kiss?" she said happily, smiling again. "Yes, please!" "A kiss?" she repeated, getting up and straddling me. Her rump was on my belly, and her toes on the insides of my thighs. She looked down at me. "Yes, a kiss! Please, kiss me?" "Have you," she said, leaning forward on her arms, her face inches from mine. Her lips so close to mine. "Have you earned a kiss?" I didn't answer, but tried to lift my head and kiss her by surprise. She didn't fall for it, but kept her lips just out of reach of my struggling. She giggled until I fell down, exhausted. "Have you earned a kiss, my dear?" she repeated. "Give me compliments," she whispered to me, her breath on my ear. "All girls like compliments, and in that way you can earn a kiss!" "Oh!" I replied. Compliments? She was a Goddess! Nothing could be easier! "You are so hot! So sexy!" "I am, am I?" She straightened up, now pouting, but still straddling me. "That was not very personal. I bet you say that to all the women you meet!" "No, I don't! I don't!" "Liar!" she sulked, pinching my lips together. "What's so hot and sexy about me?" "Your hair!" I burst out after she released my lips. "What about it?" "I adore it, I worship it! I love how it flows so thick and shiny down the small of your back! I cannot stop looking at it!" I was speaking fast, both a little scared at her sulking, and at the same time getting a kick out of this. "This?" she asked innocently as she threw her hair up, making it sparkle in the light, and then collected it in her hands behind her back, letting it flow over her left shoulder. "Yes! I want to brush it for you, to play with it!" "You do, do you? Is that all you can think of? What about me?" She pouted again. "I-I..." I began, searching for something to say. Everything about her was so sexy, but I had to find something that was not about her body, but her as a person. "I love your dress sense!?" "Oh?" she let her fingers run up and down my chest now, and the touch was like fire. "Yes! You wear so simple, and stylish and sexy clothes! I love the satin skirt you wear now," I told her truthfully, as the black skirt now flowed over my abdomen. " It's so silky and tickles my body when you move! It's so hot!" "So I would be ugly if I wore slacks and a sweater?" she asked sullenly, and stopped touching me. I fought to lift my upper body closer to her fingers, but I had no chance of reaching them. "No!" I yelled. "I only meant it as a compliment!" "I wanted a compliment to me, not to my clothes." "I-" I begun, but she pinched my lips together once more. "Try again, and this time do it right!" "I l-love your touch," I groaned at last, desperate to please her. "I love your sweet, full lips, and I want to kiss them! I get so hot when you caress my chest with your fingers! And your feet are between my thighs! You touch me so sexy as I never have been touched before!" I was yelling in frustration. It seemed that I was unable to explain to this blonde Goddess how attracted I was to her. To explain what she was doing to me. My wrists, caught as they were in the handcuffs, were becoming sore from all my moving about, and I desperately wished for some kind of relief. Then suddenly her pout disappeared, and she laughed. She leaned forward, and put her hands around my head. Then her lips came down to meet mine, and she gave me a heavenly kiss. A kiss which must have lasted more than a minute. I was eager and hungry, but she was in charge, and it turned out tender and lingering instead. "Thanks for those wonderful compliments, my big, sexy, muscular hunk," she said quietly, and kissed me again. "Words like that drive me wild!" She once more sought my lips. "And it is only fair now, that I drive you wild!" Another wonderful kiss. "Would you like that?" I nodded. "I'll even let you choose what I will use to drive you wild," she said and smiled. "I'll use my hair, or my dress, or even my feet!" "But remember," she grinned at me, "the pants will stay on!" I watched her as she rose, her body moving with feline grace, and fetched a black hairbrush. She put the hairbrush on my chest, using it as a table, which turned me on. Then her was thrown back, and I groaned. "What's that, my pet?" she asked me, a smile on her lips. "All this fooling around has messed up my hair, and I need to take care of it. Please, be patient!" If there was something I was unable to be at the moment, then patient was at the top of the list. I tossed and turned as she smoothed her hair with her hand. The hair brush slid off my chest, and she took it, slapped the inside of my thigh with it, and put it back on my chest. "Lay still!" I tried to obey her, but I wanted to be close to her, to feel her touch, so bad... Finally she finished patting her hair, and gingerly picked up the brush. I drew a deep breath. She giggled evilly, letting the brush slide over my chest. "You want to see me brush my hair, don't you?" I nodded furiously. "Say it..." "Yes, yes I do!" "And so desperate? Oh my!" She laughed, and tossed her hair about. Still the brush lingered on my body. "Please?" I begged. "Too bad you are wearing the handcuffs and have no say at all. At all." The last she breathed into my ear. With an arrogant expression on her face she lifted the brush to her hair. Slowly, starting at the roots at her brow, she let it pass through her long, blonde, silken sheet, all the way down to the small of her back. I held my breath as she did so, and she took so long that I had to gasp for air when she had finished. She did it again, and again, just as slow as the first time. I gasped and gasped, and twisted where I lay. I wanted to get my hands on her, I wanted to kiss her and then I wanted to...! "Oh dear," she said after five strokes of the brush. "We can't have that!" She pointed with the brush at the front of my pants. There was a clearly defined bulge there. "Away," she said and tapped it lightly. If anything, it grew in size. She put on her arrogant expression again, and hit the bulge once more, just a little harder. I moaned. She paused for a second, then tapped it again, paused, tapped, paused. "Please!" I moaned, "please, please, please!!" She didn't look at me as she threw a pillow over it, and lifted the brush to her hair again. I have never cared so little about watching TV as I did now. My blonde captor was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her small color TV screen. I lay behind her. She had tied a satin ribbon in my mouth to keep me from begging, pleading, whining, and moaning. She ignored the grunting sounds I was able to make, as she drank soda and ate grapes. And every time she moved her head, she moved the curtain of dazzling silk that was her hair. That curtain was long enough not only to tease me with its wonderful appearance, but also by swaying over me and caressing and tickling me. Can you imagine how I felt during that one and a half hour the show lasted? All I wanted was to be set free so that I could get my hands on her. Yet all I wanted was to stay here, handcuffed to the cast iron bar of her headboard. Then I realized that what I really wanted, and needed, was for her to make all decisions. I wasn't sure, but I might be just as trapped if I were free as I were now. I had come here as part of an innocent flirt, but now I might never leave again. "How do you feel?" she asked as she untied the ribbon and freed my mouth. The tv show was over, and she knew damn well how I felt! "P-Please use me! Please, I beg you! Please, I will do anything, ple..." I stopped talking as she put her finger across her lips, her eyes smiling at me. "Use you?" she giggled. "You are such a naughty, naughty boy!" I nodded vigorously. "Does my naughty boy want me to take these off him?" she said in a sultry voice as her finger trailed up and down the inside by thigh, pulling at the denim. "Yes! Please!" I twisted and turned. She began laughing so hard she almost fell off the bed. Then she got the better of herself, and sat herself on my chest, her back to me. She was not very heavy, but her butt was warm and soft on my body, and the skirt cool and smooth to my skin. Her hair, so thoroughly brushed it was more like a river of gold than anything else, flowed down her back and mesmerized me. Then I felt her gripping the first button of my fly. I could see what she was doing, and I could feel what she was doing. Her fingers were so slow, yet so sure of themselves. Suddenly the first button sprang open, and a sound escaped my lips. I could see her smiling, and a finger was caressing the elastic band of my boxer. There was a towering bulge just below her fingers, yet she never touched it. I tried to move, to create contact between the bulge and her hand. She giggled, then reached up and slapped my face. "Bad boy!" We waited. "Please unbutton the rest?" I begged. "Are you going to be good?" she said teasingly, pulling at the elastic band?" "Yes!" "Very good?" "Yes, yes!" "No moving?" "Ye-, No! No!" "Good boy. We'll see..." She studied the look in my eyes as she, inch by inch, let her fingers close upon the second button. As the second button was released I tried to lay completely still, even though what I wanted to was to scream, and fight, and yell, and beg, beg!, for her to touch the bulge. But she didn't. It was still inside my pants, and she just prodded at the gray fabric of my boxers, looking relaxed and serene. Her blue eyes fixed on mine. "You know," she said in a husky voice, "right now I could make you do anything, make you agree to anything." "Yes!" I burst out. "And the only reward you would get would be for me to unbutton one more of these. Just one out of the one, two, three, four remaining." "Yes!" "You do say," and here she pinched me again, "'Yes!' a lot! How about saying something a little more intelligent for a change?" I groaned in desperation. "Please take off my pants! Please touch it! I will do anything!" "Oh, but there is not much you can do, handcuffed like that." "Do anything to me, then? Please just ... Do it?" I watched the web camera from out of the corner of my eye. It had my bound body in full view, and I was not sure of this, not sure at all. On one hand I was concerned about this breach of my privacy. On the other, I found the idea that her friend was now watching everything that happened to be disturbingly hot. Still, I had agreed to it. I had not taken long to either. If I did not agree, she had said, then she would not touch my pants, and release me instead. And for some reason I did not want to be freed. Not on any account. And so the third button was opened while someone else, somewhere else, was watching the whole thing. But that did not matter when my blonde tormentor was stroking the upper part of my bulge, making me gasp and whine. She was laying next to me, her head on my shoulder, her hair on my chest. "I love your boxers, or what I have seem of them so far," she whispered in my ear. "They are hot. They show off your muscles real nice. You are sexy, my pet." Handcuffed "There goes the fourth," the blonde giggled at the webcam as she opened yet another button. "Can you believe he is still not moving? I guess he has learned a lesson!" In truth I had to fight myself to maintain my still position even thought I vibrated with desire and lust. Most of my bulge was exposed now, but she did not touch it, she did not do anything to her. She just looked at me and giggled and smiled. I realized that she was loving this. That she were getting so much enjoyment of out my excitement and discomfort. There was triumph on her face, wonderful arrogance. I was falling in love. There was no denying it. It felt so weird to be so attracted to a girl like this, but there it was. She was the most sexy I had ever met. I wanted her. I wanted to remain here forever. The fifth button was released while she was kissing my belly. Her lift were soft on my skin, brushing against the hairs, sending shivers all through my body. She kissed on place, then moved her mouth some inches to another spot, and kissed me there. All the time her hair brushed against me, and she always moved too slowly for me, always kissed too softly. I wanted more, I wanted much, much more! Down in the pants, now becoming more and more visible, was the proof that all my attention, all my thought, all my desire, was completely on her. I moved my head from side to side, my jaws clenched together, trying not to make a sound. I was all the time conscious that we were being watched, but somehow that only made me feel even more excited. I was handcuffed to the cast iron headboard of a large, soft bed, while the most beautiful woman in the world was pulling my pants off. The sixth and last button had been opened, and an eager bulge on my gray boxers was exposed for her, and anyone watching the webcam, to see. She did not tear the pants off me. Not at all. I had not idea it was possible to undress someone this slowly. First the boxer was completely exposed, then my thighs. My knees appeared inch by inch, and then my legs were uncovered. Finally I lay there, naked but for my boxers. And but for the steel cuffs that put me completely at this woman's mercy. "You look sexy," she whispered. The she giggled as she tickled the inside of my thigh, "God damn, you are hot!" I did not feel sexy where I lay, so desperate and horny that I was about to burst. I just nodded. "But," she added and smiled mischievously, "you are not completely undressed yet!" She jumped off the bed, and went over to open a drawer. Rummaging around in it, she pulled out a piece of cloth. Her eyes shone as she brought it over to me again. "This is my favorite scarf," she said and showed me a piece of blood red satin, about two by four feet. "And now I will let you borrow it. With a feminine, arrogant gesture she let it fall softly over my boxers, covering my body from my navel to my upper thighs. She crawled between my legs, reaching up, her fingers sliding along the sensitive skin on my thighs. Then, suddenly, she grabbed hold of boxers with both hands and pulled them off. I felt naked now, I really did. Even though my private parts were covered by the red scarf. I could see the clear shape of them, and what a shape!, even as she pulled the boxers off my feet and threw them on the floor. I tried closing my legs out of some sense of modesty. "Embarrassed?" she smiled. "Oh no, we can't allow that, can we?" she added with a nod at the webcam. From the same drawer she fetched something that sounded disturbingly like the clinking of chains. "Oh no, we can't have that at all..." I fought with her to keep my legs free, because that was what she wanted. I am a tall, strong man, and it was not easy for her to pull my feet towards the low metal knob at each corner of the foot of the bed. Her hair became ruffled again, she began panting, and a flush crept over her face as she exerted herself, pulling at my leg with both hands. Or maybe the flush was due to her giggling and laughing. But in the end she got her own way. She had taken two short chains from the drawer, and to each chain was attached a leather strap. One strap went around my ancle, the other around the knob on the bed corner. Finally all the straps were fastened, and my legs were spread wide. It was not possible to hide anything under the red satin scarf. Both my captor and whoever was watching on the webcam could clearly see how exited I was. I closed my eyes in embarassement. I lay and watched my captor as she sat by her computer and alternated between typing messages and giggling. There was not much I could do, really. And there were worse things I could have been doing. She had brushed her hair again, and it was a big turn-on to watch her long, blonde hair wave and her slim, sexy body moved as she typed. There was no helping it, but the webcam that was pointed at my body could not miss capturing the obvious sign of my desire. "Lien thinks you are big," she said, after finally managing to stop giggling. "Who? What?", I replied, my throat dusty. "Lien, my friend," she said. "And I agree, you are nice and big." Her eyelashes fluttered as she moved her gaze down to the red satin scarf. "Thanks," I said, my cheeks burning. "Actually, she wants to come over and take a closer look!" "What!?" "I said yes. She deserves it. I mean, who do you think lent me the handcuffs and the leather straps?" Lien was Asian, probably Vietnamese, and an inch or so shorter than my captor. She looked like she was just a few years older than the two of us. She was very beautiful with long, black hair, a short black skirt and white top, dark eyes, and a dazzling smile. Right then she was just trying not to double over lauging as she stood in the doorway of my captor's appartment, watching me. And I, I was blushing furiously and looking straight up. I was naked except for the thin satin scarf, and I was chained to a bed, and I knew how ridiculous I must have looked. "He looks a bit shy," I heard her say, a high-pitched voice, yet self-assured, and experienced. "Well, who can blame him?" the blonde said, laughing. "He looks so cute when he is blushing, though." "He does," Lien agreed. "But he should not be allowed to be shy when you want to show him to me." "Oh?" the blonde replied, eagerness in her voice. "Indeed. He needs training." "Like this, Lien?" "Just the two fingers." "Sorry ... Like this?" "Very good! Nice and slow, pretend you almost don't touch him at all at times, then use a little pressure." "I didn't know I could feel his pulse this clearly." "It probably means you are doing it just right. Listen to him breathe as well, feel him move. This is what you want him to come begging for, again and again." "I really hope so!" "Of course. This is how I trained both of mine. Now they will do anything just to have this." "I would li-" "Careful! Take it easy." "What?" "You almost let him have what he wanted. Remember to take it slow." "It's difficult. Maybe you could show me?" Their hands were upon me. Fingers moved with slow, delicate, deliberate movements, teasing me, playing with me, torturing me. Their giggles, bursts of laughter and comments had been embarrassing the first few minutes, but then I began to get turned on by that as well. They were sitting with their backs to me, Lien on my belly, the blonde beside her, their hair, dark and pale, were fluttering mere inches from my face. The blonde looked back at me occasionally, her face flushed red with laughter, while Lien never spared me a glance. I was treated like a plaything, a boytoy. They did not care what I said, did not speak to me. They only touched me and were amused by the reactions they got when I thrashed and fought my bonds and moaned. And I realized that I absolutely loved it. She kissed me as it happened. It was just her. Lien had left. It was just her, and me. Her lovely face, blue eyes, and shining hair bathed in the dim, soft light of a lamp. The scent of her making my thoughts fly through the air. I had never felt a kiss like that before. She was so tender, so delicious, and I was so hungry, so incredibly hungry. She kissed me while the lingering touch of her fingers made me feel more ecstasy than I had ever thought possible. Those few seconds lasted for an hour, a day, a full eternity. Then there was quiet. Despite her moving, despite the clanking of a second set of keys and the handcuffs falling to the floor, there was a deadening quiet. Emotions washed over her beautiful face as she looked at me. The choice was mine now, and she waited. Handcuffed and Obedient We were goofing around on his bed, listening to music and soft kissing. Our clothes became tight and we were hot, so he took his shirt off. God, I love his bare chest and hands. Especially on my body. "Let me just try something", he said with soothing voice, but holding my hands against bed's bars. He found handcuffs and before I could've react, I was tied and my hands were useless. Then he took off my pants and panties, and started licking me. I was trying to push him off, but he was so stubborn and much stronger than me. "Untie me", I said trough whisper, while he was looking me from above. "No." He stood up and kneeled right by my head with his cock right there in my face. I just took his head in my mouth, but his thirst was much bigger so he shoved him down my throat. I'm going to die tonight, I thought, which made me wet even more than his spit. He moved away from me to choose what music should we listen to, but all I wanted was to listen to his moans while I suck him. I wanted him so bad, but my hands were cuffed. I touched him with my leg, but he wasn't pleased by that gesture. He played some random music, and then came back to me. "Please, uncuff me", I begged, but he was angry with me for saying that. He said again that he won't do that, and unexpectedly shoved his penis in me. He did a few moves back and forth, and then pulled him out. He was just sitting there, looking at me. Please do me, please do me real bad, I thought and I thought of saying that, but nothing was coming out. "Darling, uncuff me, I beg you, please, please." Slap. "Stop asking for it", he shouted, "I won't!" Slap. "Do you understand that?" My whole body was on fire in that moment. He was aggressive and angry with me because I deserved it for being the little bitch I am, and in my mind I felt like I am high on drugs. I almost could have seen my cheeks, that fiery red mark on them in the shape of his hand. And that turned me on more than anything. My pussy was wet and hungry for his cock, which was deep in my mouth before I could've realized what was going on. I was gagging on it and my spit was dripping from my mouth. His fingers found his way to my vagina and he firstly rubbed me gently, and then started to finger me fast. My eyes were teary, and my body was shaking while I tried to moan restricted by his cock. He pulled it out and then started to tease me. I wanted it back, thinking if you won't put it in my pussy and fuck me, then I want to suck you until you can't stand, but he was stronger and, in the first place – not tied to bed. I was licking his shaft, and putting his balls gently in my mouth, and his moans encouraged me to do that more, but the first time I tried to put his dick in my mouth he moved for few inches and left me hanging. For all that time, his fingers inside of my pussy were making a lot of mess in me. Then he stopped for a moment, stood up, and watched me from above. Full of himself, his eyes sparkling and his mouth in half-smile. I wanted to touch him so bad. If I ask him to uncuff me, maybe he won't do it for whole evening. I must me good girl from now on so I can be on top. Then he placed my hips and legs how he likes it and penetrated me, slowly and deep at first. I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to touch him, I wanted to roll him over and put up a show for him. His face was really near mine while I was trying to catch breath, and when I would've wanted to kiss him, he would pull back. "We kiss only when I say, okay?" "Okay." – I said, full of guilt and pleasure. "We do everything as I say." He slowed down a bit, and continued to talk. "I will now uncuff you. But you will be on top. And I want to see your breasts. We will do as I say." I just nodded my head, and the tight handcuffs weren't on my joints anymore. I sat on edge of the bed and obeyed every one of his commands. Looking down, I took off my shirt and bra. When I lifted my head, he was standing before me. Without asking I started sucking him, and I felt in my mouth how his dick was getting bigger and harder once again. At last, I stood up and gestured him to lay, and I easily sat on him. Oh God, how much I enjoy riding you, I could do it for a few hours straight. His hands were grabbing my waist and dictating the rhythm of my motion. And they weren't still, while I was changing place of my hands, his did it too – grabbing my butt and boobs, spanking me, slightly choking me. I could felt my orgasm build up in me slowly but thoroughly. He rapidly hugged me around my waist and heading towards my breast, but I moved myself. He tried again, and I dodged it again – and that was not a good idea. He was angry as hell. His words that we do it as he says were no longer in my head, but his hand again slapped my cheek. I let him do it. I was not acting accordingly. I deserve everything he does to me. Then he pulled me so close to him and started moving his hips and I was, once again, trying to catch my breath. He pushed me of himself and pointed to the edge of bed. As he started to fuck me in this position, he was gentle and caring. His kisses were soft, and that made me think he decided to fuck me slowly. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, and when I lied down on bed I figured out that I was wrong. Everything to this moment was only him getting started. He was so fast that I felt friction between our organs and bodies, I could've felt fire starting in each one of us. I couldn't breathe nor move. I couldn't even blink; my eyes were fixed on his face. He slapped me again. I smiled. "Why are you smiling?" He asked, but I continued to smile. I felt so damn good, better than any time before. "I asked you something. Is something funny?" "Kind of." He hit me with more power than before. My head was in that position for few seconds, and then I looked back at him. "Is that as hard as you can hit?" He started fucking me fast and deep and I was on my peak, and I didn't expect the next slap. He hit me really hard, and just thought of the pain he caused me got me off. I was done in seconds. He pulled his dick out and put it directly in my mouth. I was still shivering because of climax, and the fact I am licking my cum of his dick just left me wanting him more. He finished in my mouth within seconds. We knocked down over bed, and just laid there, holding our hands and shivering in delight. I have that feel, darling, I thought to myself while looking deep down in his blue, benevolent eyes, that we will have future as good as this evening. Handcuffed at Dawn The urgent sound of the hooter reverberated through the open window as Yvonne's tongue and lips worked slavishly on my cock. "The taxi's here," I clarified in hoarse tones, catching the look as my fiancée glanced up momentarily. It was a look that said: you're not going anywhere in a hurry – and she was right of course. Steadying myself on her head, stroking the golden mane, I began to buck against her mouth, thrusting into the pursed lips in much the same way I'd fuck a pretty little pussy. Honk honk, the reminder rang out from the road as I upped the tempo, taking the pigtail in hand and slamming forcefully into my fiancée's throat. She took the oral pounding willingly, saliva pooling at each corner of her mouth. With my stag do imminent, this was Yvonne's inimitable way of reminding me what would be waiting on my return home, perhaps the greatest little cocksucker in London. As the orgasm took hold I gave a grunt of pleasure, immersing the whole shaft in the warm recess and shooting hard. Throwing back her head Yvonne swallowed lovingly. Outside, as the hooting became ever more urgent, I allowed Yvonne to finish the job by cleaning up the cum-stained head, before quickly concealing my cock in the three-quarter length beach shorts bought specially for the weekend in Ibiza. "Be good," she said, half-joke, half-warning. As if I'd mess about... A peck on the cheek and I was gone, arriving outside to a barracking. "About time," observed Dave as I slid the hatch door of the taxibus open, case in hand. "Let's party," I bawled, the words met by a rousing cheer. * * * It started out like any other stag do, the hotel located quickly, cases dumped and on the lash with a vengeance. By early evening we were pretty trashed and in need of a few hours rest and recuperation before the main event. Batteries recharged from our naps, we were raring to go, joining the hordes of bar hounds for the midnight stroll down The Strip. Mouths dry from too much lager we graduated onto fruit flavoured alcopops and traffic light coloured shots. Nearby, a group of attractive looking hens sucked on straws, emptying a blue concoction from a fishbowl. Imbued with alcoholic verve we flirted with them – as you do – and they flirted back, as much through a sense of a shared English heritage as anything. Their accents northern, ours southern, we'd heard all about Geordie girls and they'd heard all about London lads. Being the player he was, my best mate and best man Dave had soon wormed his way in amongst them and in no time the twelve of us were heading off clubbing. It helped to ease my mind a little having the girls around: less chance of the guys getting up to mischief at my expense. For the least I could expect was a stripper covering me in foam and shaving from head to toe. That or being tied naked to a lamppost until the sun came up. Or being chatted up by some convincing looking ladyboy the lads had arranged. Or all three...or worse... A little good humoured fun I could handle, humiliation I could do without. Just starting to mellow, I entered into the festivities as a groom-to-be should: leading the dancing and swilling down anything passed my way. The hen, a quiet girl, was of similar age, I assessed, 28, a pleasant sort of age for getting hitched these days. A decade of partying behind, it was time to settle down and take life's responsibilities more seriously. Statuesque for a girl, easily reaching my nose, she was tall and willowy. Her breasts weren't large but then again she wasn't flat-chested either, what Dave might describe as a nice handful. Her hair had a healthy mahogany sheen, perfectly symmetrical and short to the chin, framing a pretty face. Dressed in a low cut black top with spaghetti strips and a short grey skirt, there was a familiarity about her I couldn't quite put my finger on. An hour passed, shot after shot downed in one, as the seven of us took to shielding their group of five like unofficial bodyguards, fending off any potential competition that happened to demonstrate a passing interest. Outnumbering them, I turned to Dave: "If you guys want to...I'd be happy grabbing an early night." Three weeks away from the wedding, frankly I had no interest in bedding other girls and cheating on Yvonne, whilst another of the guys, Charlie, was a month into an intense relationship and not likely to stray. Thus the other five could have their pick. Dave just smiled silently, the feeling of unease returning. Another fifteen minutes passed, marked by drinking, gentle flirting and uncoordinated dancing as I wondered what Dave had up his sleeve. Then, before I even realised what was going on, it happened. SNAP. I'd been swaying close to the hen at the time. Another snap and I looked down to see we were connected at the wrist by a pair of handcuffs. My senses numbed by alcohol, it took a moment to sink in. "Awww, come on guys," I protested as the others looked on, exhibiting cheesy drunken grins. Yet, whilst I was mildly put out, my unwitting partner was livid. She spat a tirade of expletives Dave's way and made to throw a punch. But the chain tightened and she was pulled back, left swinging at fresh air, yelping as the cold metal bit her slender wrist. I winced too as my arm was almost yanked from its socket. "Fucking arsehole, let me go," she screamed and it was at that moment I realised she wasn't a Geordie like her four friends. "No key till morning," replied Dave, and with that the group dispersed to leave the hen and I staring at one another in a mix of surprise and anger. Worse was to come, however, a crowd having gathered around us, amused at our predicament. I felt myself reddening before being tugged away as she pushed through the wall of sinew and muscle to escape the catcalls. "Easy," I appealed, my wrist aching. "The sooner we can get this off the better," she said coldly, dragging me away. A hopeful request at the cloakroom brought wry looks but no hacksaw or other such tool that might free us. At the same time bemused looks continued to come from other clubbers as we moved past like a pair of Siamese twins. Guiding me to a sofa, she threw herself down, yanking my arm as she raised her hands to her face. "This is my worst nightmare," she sobbed. "Oh, don't cry," I offered clumsily, reaching instinctively to her hair with my free hand. "Don't touch me," she spat, exhibiting a violent look. I reared back. "Look I'm sorry, but there isn't an awful lot we can do." She curled up her lip. "Your friend is so dead when I get hold of him." I concurred with the sentiment, adding: "At least morning isn't far off." She wasn't appeased, her lip curling. I wasn't sure what to say next so I voiced the first thing that came into my head. "What's your name?" The look she gave me couldn't have been any blacker if I'd asked her for a blowjob. It was going to be a long night. Actually it was nearly four in the morning but I didn't suppose my best man was in a benevolent mood. Morning probably meant lunchtime and already this was as tiresome as hell. Considering the amount of alcohol I'd put away it was amazing how sober I'd become. As more onlookers shot more unsubtle glances our way, the girl moved our conjoined wrists out of sight, down by our sides. "Dawn," she said. I turned. "What about it?" "My name." "Oh, right, um, hi Dawn, I'm Chris." She pursed her lips in a forced show of greeting, clearly as frustrated as I was by the turn of events. "Some hen party this has turned out to be." Yeah, and my stag do too, I thought, though I held my tongue in deference. It was my mate, after all, who'd orchestrated the stunt and I couldn't help but feel complicit. As more cruel smiles were issued our way, she stood, dragging me up with her. "Come on, we're leaving." "Okay, well I suppose it would be a bit awkward if one of us pulled," I observed wryly, trying to lighten the tense mood a little and receiving a scowl for my trouble. "Maybe there's a police station around here somewhere," she suggested as we passed the grinning bouncers before running the gauntlet of the baying queue, still drifting in despite the advanced hour. "Just one sec," I said, pulling up sharp to remove the phone from my pocket. Dawn had no choice but to obey. Unsurprisingly the call went straight to voice. Nonetheless I left a message, more in hope than confidence. "Dave, this is Chris. Funny joke mate but let us go, hey. We're outside the club. Cheers mate." Five minutes turned to ten and, when a further message went unheeded, we ambled away wounded. From the look on her face I wouldn't want to be in Dave's shoes when Dawn caught up with him. A paramedic van close by, waiting for the drunks to come piling out, could offer no assistance to our plight whilst the ten-minute walk to the police station saw it shrouded in deathly darkness. We were, it seemed, at Dave's mercy, locked together for as long as it took. "You know in years to come we'll laugh about this," I offered. "You and your friends might," she replied defensively, turning on her heels. I followed – not that I had much choice – away from the bright lights and prying eyes of clubland to the beach, its sand as soft as a bed of chick feathers. A large wooden jetty before us, Dawn led the way up. "At least up here no one can make fun of us, right?" she suggested. Wrong, a couple of Spanish fishermen coming in the opposite direction grinned toothlessly as they passed. Dawn cowered at my side, cursing Dave and the handcuffs. A hundred yards of silence later we were at the very end, overlooking a calm sea in direct contrast to our turbulent moods. Dawn sat down, her legs overhanging and I of course had no option other than to do likewise, gazing out across the endless swell. We sat in prevailing silence for what seemed ages, staring at the moon-rippled surface and reflecting on a good night turned bad. It was Dawn that broke the silence but only to start weeping. "Oh, don't cry," I comforted. "It'll be over before you know it." Indeed, in the short time we'd been sitting on the edge, the sky had begun to lighten perceivably. Dawn was close – in more ways than one. "So you're a southern girl," I observed. "Only your friends..." Dawn sighed as if she really didn't want to make conversation. But finally she relented. "We all met at uni in Newcastle and became pals. I'm from London originally," she clarified. "Me too," I replied matter-of-factly. "Born and raised in Shepherd's Bush." Just visible in the semi-dark, her eyes slanted. "You're joking, right? This is some kind of sick wind-up." "How so?" "I lived in Shepherd's Bush for eighteen years." "Wow, really? Phew. Small world." "On the Dean Estate," she added. It was my turn to show wonderment. "Blimey, me too." "Get out of here," she gasped. "Hand on heart," I confirmed, remembering that she'd seemed vaguely familiar and assuming I must have seen her as a younger version around the estate. "So, how old are you?" she enquired. "28." She took a breath. "Me too, God this is spooky." It was, but if nothing else, at least we were speaking. Otherwise, the hours would just drag by. "You're telling me. Did you go to Dean Secondary School as well?" She nodded and I blew. "We'd have been in the same year then." "We would. So what's your surname?" "Matthews, Chris Matthews." She rubbed her chin with the free hand. "The name rings a bell. I'm Bell, Dawn Bell." "Didn't we...? Ages ago..." "I think we did...though only the one date when we were about twelve," she clarified, half- smiling, the first time she'd shown any emotion other than anger or surprise since we'd first been cuffed together. "Didn't you also go out with Yvonne Sullivan?" "Um yes...and...in three weeks I'm marrying her." Dawn exhaled hard. "Wow, you two have been going out for fifteen-odd years?" "Nah," I laughed. "We got back together three years ago. Friends Reunited." The girl at my side seemed to soften noticeably, back in England in mind if not body. "Me too, that website has a lot to answer for. Do you remember Andrew Crawley from school?" "Creepy Crawley! Yeah of course I do." "We're getting married in three weeks too." "You're getting married to Creepy Crawley? Ha ha ha," I replied, before biting my tongue, the good work suddenly undone as she sulked once more. "And you're marrying Yvonne Sullivan!" "And?" "People always used to say the 'Y' of her name stood for the Y-shaped coffin she'd need." My eyes narrowed. "Are you inferring my fiancée's a slut?" "Oh, come on Chris." "She's changed completely since she met me a second time," I pleaded. "A one-man woman and all that..." "Yeah, whatever." The silence returned, this time broken by me. "It'll soon be morning," I reiterated, having come to accept my fate, unlike Little Miss Tetchy by my side. "Are you going to make any more insults about my fiancé?" "Are you?" "Well she was a slut." "And HE was creepy." "He's changed." "Yeah, whatever," I mimicked. Dawn sniffed. "How much do you earn, Chris?" I exhaled. "I dunno, about 25k, why?" "Andrew earns three times that." "Good for him." The frustration finding its way deep beneath my skin, I went to stand, but Dawn stayed steadfastly rooted to the spot. Being so far out, it was starting to get cold. "Can we walk back?" I asked, teeth chattering. Dawn huffed but consented and we wandered back up the jetty, passing the edge of the tide sweeping the soft sand. Suddenly Dawn pulled up sharp, alerted by voices nearby. "That sounds like Dave," I observed in a hushed tone. "And that sounds like Karen," she whispered back. Our mutual friends had, it seemed, got things on in our absence, judging by the smacking of lips laced with heavy panting just below us beneath the jetty. Unlike us, at least two of our group were making the most of their time away. "Oh go on baby, just a little BJ," I heard my friend plead. "Nar," Karen protested in that sexy Geordie accent of hers. "I'm not that sorta gal, ye knar." Now why hadn't Dave cuffed me to her instead? "Pretty please," my best man begged. There was a moment's silence before Karen shot back: "Okay, but urnly if ye eat us cunt oot first." I looked over at Dawn who, like me she was rooted to the spot. We dared not breathe, let alone move. Seconds later the first peal of lips and tongue on willing pussy was vibrating up through the rafters and though we couldn't see, we were treated to a pretty intense running commentary. "Ooh, that's it pet, higher. Get ya fucking tongue oop thar. Oh yeah, lick ma dirty cunt oot." Dave's cunnilingual skills were tested to the full by the wanton Geordie lass evidently glorying in every moment. "Ooh that's it pet, shove ya finger oop wor arse, ya filthy fucker." Dawn shuffled embarrassedly as the slurping upped a notch and, presumably with a finger ravaging her tight knot, Karen began to whimper. "Ooh fuck Ah'm cumming," she cried. "Ah'm a squirter mind." I could have sworn I heard her pussy spray its scent in my mate's face like a squeeze from a soda dispenser. And clearly Dave was impressed by her squirting skills. "Fuck's sake you are one hell of a squirter," he concurred, wiping a backhand across his damp features. "In fact, you are one hell of a dirty little northern slut. Now get down on your knees and suck my big hard cock." A moment's silence elapsed. "Nah, Ah've lost interest now," Karen replied. "You've what?" Dave spluttered and next to me I heard Dawn stifle a giggle. With that Karen was gone, emerging from beneath like a greyhound from a trap, leaving a hapless Dave to hop along in vain pursuit as he wrestled up his jeans, toppling head over heels into the sand. "Oi," shouted Dawn from the jetty as he hauled himself up. "I want a word with you." I found myself being dragged off unwillingly in pursuit of Dave and the key that would set us free. "Oi," repeated Dawn, prompting Dave to turn. The disappointment from Karen's rebuff and the surprise from being confronted like this was evident on his face. "You make a lovely couple," he observed with barbed sarcasm. "Gimme gimme gimme," ordered Dawn, gesturing with one of her free fingers. "Oh this you mean," my pal replied, waving the little key under our noses, a glint returning to his eye. As Dawn went to snatch it he took a step back. "Uh-oh, not just yet." "Give!" Dawn commanded. "Or you are dead." "Yeah, come on mate," I added. "This is no longer funny." Dave addressed Dawn with the words: "Tell you what, I'll give you the key if you do something in return." Her eyes slanted as Dave continued. "Give my friend here a blowjob and I'll set you free." Dawn jerked forward, our wrists locking painfully. "Fuck you," she spat, raising a middle finger. "Yeah, come on," I appealed. "Can't you see you've handcuffed me the most frigid bird in Ibiza?" Dawn shot daggers my way but held her tongue, prompting Dave to laugh. "Yeah, sorry about that. Oh well, a few more hours in each other's company and who knows...?" With that he turned to leave, nudging Dawn into action. "Wait. A blowjob and you'll let us go?" she enquired to all our surprise, including her own, it seemed. Dave raised his eyebrows. "Not here though, not in front of you, that's just gross." She led us down the beach in the half-light to where an abandoned windbreak shivered gently in the cool breeze. "Stay that side," she ordered, leading me round and whispering in my ear. "Don't even think about it," she hissed beneath her breath. Just our shoulders and heads were visible to Dave as he stood idly the other side, toying with the key. Dawn dipped down and out of sight. "Mmm, such a lovely cock," she simulated. To be brutally honest, I wasn't in the least bit disappointed. The selfish bitch had pissed me off from the moment we'd been chained together with her bad attitude. She was devoid of fun, sly and totally money orientated and frankly I'd be glad when we were apart. "Oh yeah, that's it baby," I drooled, trying to inject some authenticity into the proceedings, though only a fool could have been convinced. Dawn added some slurping sound effects and I started to growl under my breath as the first unwelcome stirring of arousal tingled in my loins. Gratefully Dawn didn't seem to notice. Closing my eyes I started to gasp. "Oh fuck that's it, yeah. Mmm, cup my balls." From her position below, Dawn shot a look of disdain my way. "Oh fuck I'm cummmmmmming..." Opening my eyes I glanced aside for Dave's approval, only to see that he'd disappeared. "Shit, he's gone." Quickly Dawn elevated, shaking her free fist. "Your friend is so dead." I stifled the urge to chuckle. Seeing her annoyed was rather satisfying, even if it was at my expense too. "Looks like we're staying together a bit longer after all," I added, just to rub it in. Dawn growled. "And at least we're out of the spotlight out here," I asserted, only to be proven wrong as a gaggle of naked teenagers came hurtling past, intent on skinny-dipping in the fresh morning ocean. It was some sight to behold with tits, cocks and arses everywhere as they hit the tide with a huge splash. Soon they were coupling off, splashing playfully and drunkenly. Dawn lay back in the shade of the windbreak and I of course had to do likewise, our wrists locked. "Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves but me," she observed dolefully. "Well life's what you make it," I replied, quasi-philosophically. It was the wrong thing again. But then whatever I said caused her to snap. "By which presumably you mean that if I fucked you as your friend planned everything would be jussssssst fine." Jeez she was a tough cookie. "Um, no..." Handcuffed at Dawn "Oh right, so the thought's not even crossed your mind?" "I'm getting married in three weeks," I said with complete honesty. "So nothing could be further from my thoughts." Dawn's eyebrows elevated to meet her fringe. "And you called me frigid." "I have everything I want at home, thank you." "Yeah, Yvonne Sullivan." Was Dawn bating me? "And your point is?" "Nothing. Fine. I'm sure the two of you will be blissfully happy together." "As will you and Andrew no doubt." "Yeah we will," she replied defiantly, then as if to taunt me: "We have the most wonderful lovelife I can think of." Unsure how to respond I mumbled a resigned: "Good for you." One of the couples emerged dripping from the sea and moved towards us. Gratefully we were unseen in the shadow of the windbreak, as they stopped halfway and locked in an embrace. Breaking off, shamelessly the girl bent over, hands on knees, arse wiggling. The young guy didn't need asking twice. Moving up behind and steadying, hands on shoulders, he thrust into his partner with wild abandon. "Jesus," I gasped. "You're right. Everyone else out here is having fun but us." "Enjoying the show? You perv." Nonetheless, Dawn made little effort to avert her gaze, almost like a sudden change had taken over. "You remember our date?" she mused. Frankly I couldn't. We were barely teenagers for God's sake. "We went to the cinema." Did we? "Oh yeah right," I mumbled. Soon the couple on the beach were joined by the other skinny dippers fresh from the sea, an impromptu mass orgy erupting not fifty yards away from where Dawn and I lay side-by-side. A tangle of limbs, accompanied by a symphony of slurping and heavy breathing, partners were swapped with gleeful abandon. "You want to move somewhere else?" I enquired. Dawn turned my way. "Chris..." I shifted a little to face her, my eyes leaving the free-for-all momentarily. "Yeah?" "While I was, um, while I was pretending to give you that, um...that, you know...you got hard, didn't you?" I went to deny it, but instead nodded silently. There seemed little point lying and so what if it got me aroused? It wasn't like Dawn was some troll. Unexpectedly she lifted our locked wrists and moved them her way, for what reason I couldn't quite tell. "Feel," she suggested, lifting the hem of her skirt. I still wasn't sure what she was alluding to, but my fingers were so near to her crotch that I literally had no choice. The front of her thong was pleasantly moist to the touch. "That's what it did to me," she confessed. "That, and watching all of this going on." "Really?" "Yeah really." I expected her to lift the hand away but, to my utmost surprise, she didn't. Instead she arched her back so as to press her thong-clad pussy into my fingertips. Gently I started to press back at the crotch, feeling the pussy lips beneath part ever so slightly. Dawn bit her lip and lay back, mewing gently. A crazy turn of events, gingerly I eased off. Glancing up she mouthed hoarsely: "Please...don't stop." Taking encouragement from the couples copulating wildly along the beach, I fitted my fingers back into the groove that had been shaped where the cunt lips touched the cotton and began to push a little more forcefully, rubbing rhythmically. The lightweight material squelched as it stretched to enter the girl's damp entrance. She purred whilst arching her back yet further and elevating her backside to get more digit inside, the nails of my fingers disappearing from view. But for the barrier of the thong front, they would be buried deep in that gorgeous pussy by now. I could hardly believe what was happening. At the same time, shouldn't I have questioned my own motives? I wasn't sure whether it was an attempt to excuse her actions, but Dawn stated: "Your mate's probably told everyone I sucked you off anyway..." She had a point I did concede. Utilising the fingers on the chained hand next to mine, Dawn eased the crotch to one side, exposing a delicious looking pussy. Shaved in a Brazilian style, just a tiny line of hair was left behind. Repositioning on my flank I allowed my fingers to tease the puffy pink lips, eliciting a deep throaty growl of pleasure in a girl that five minutes ago had wanted to strangle me and me strangle her. Now she was insatiable and I too was caught up in the hedonism for which the island was renowned. "Oh God, don't stop," she begged. "That feels sooooooo good." I pushed the index and middle fingers up to the knuckle whilst running my thumb in a circular motion close to and over her clit. Occasional contact made with the precious little nub caused her to shudder. Never before had I known such sensitivity. Recalling what Dawn had said earlier, my fiancée's clit had doubtless been used so many times it had almost become desensitized. It was a real effort to fit in a third digit, Dawn's cunt as tight as a virgin's. I soon discovered why when she disclosed through gritted teeth: "I lied about my lovelife. Andrew hasn't touched me for six months – he's always too busy at work." The last few words came out somewhat high-pitched as I continued to probe with urgency, fingers excavating ever deeper. Dawn entreated: "Oh God, talk to me Chris, don't stay silent...like Andrew." I smiled inwardly. The truth about Dawn was being eroded away – like her inhibitions. This was no prude, merely a love-starved woman at the peak of her sexual prowess. "You poor neglected thing," I whispered, screwing my thumb into her clit like I was pushing in a tack and then jerking it. "Oh God yeahhhhhhh, but more...make it dirtier," she commanded breathlessly. As I worked her clit frenziedly, I allowed a moment to think. "Now I can't believe Andrew wouldn't want this gorgeous cunt," I observed, the sentiment heartfelt. "Yesssssss," she hissed. "Oh God I love that dirty word. It turns me on sooooooo much. More." By now my fingers were animated, blurring almost. Her sex felt amazing, as soft as pushing a knife into heated butter. "More," she begged. "Talk dirty to me, you filthy fucking bastard." With the half light of morning impressing upon the beach and with nothing to lose, I decided to chance my luck. "You've wanted me since you first laid eyes on me, haven't you, you sex-crazed bitch? I bet I was your schoolgirl fantasy." "Yesssssss," she whispered. "Oh God, yes. More..." By now my fingers were plunging in and out like pistons, my knuckles stained. "I'd have stayed with you if I'd known you were going to turn out a dirty little slut..." I waited momentarily, unsure whether this was overstepping the mark. Even Yvonne hated being called that. When I'd done so, about a year back, she refused to speak to me for three days afterwards. I wouldn't have minded but I'd only done it to spice up our lovemaking a little. Perhaps for Yvonne it was a little too close to home. Dawn on the other hand appeared to be revelling in it, perhaps because it was so far from the truth. "Yesssssss, more..." "You're a filthy little whore who loves being fucked hard by strangers..." Well I guessed I was, kind of. "More!" "I bet you'd love for Andrew to come in from work and catch us fucking in your bed." That seemed to do it. "Ohhhhhhh," she cried and came hard, her body spasming, a flood of cunt honey coating my fingers and thumb. "Ohhhhhhh," she repeated, the orgasm evidently leaving behind a delicious tingling desire. Instinctively I raised my fingers to my lips, sucking longingly. "Oh you dirty bastard," she mouthed through bouts of pained panting. A brief moment elapsed before she ordered me to lie back. I did so unquestioningly, feeling my shorts being shimmied down, hard cock springing back to slap my belly button. Dawn smiled and, clearly getting into the whole illicit act with relish, lifted her top off the shoulders, shook her hair and reached to uncouple her bra. The breasts that were unveiled were absolute perfection: delicious peach shaped orbs. Leaning over she ran an appreciative hand down the underside of the shaft, from tip to balls, before squeezing the very base, causing my excited appendage to flick upright. Mimicking the words of earlier when she was merely pretending, Dawn cooed: "Mmm, such a lovely cock." This time the words carried an air of authenticity. Fingers elevating to mid shaft she peeled back the foreskin, allowing a moment to admire the fiery bulbous head. Leaning in whilst poking out her tongue, she ran the pointy tip back and forth through the eye, causing me to shudder. She kept this up for a good fifteen seconds, flicking eagerly, until I was ever slightly sore, a little dewdrop of precum oozing out as a reward. Issuing a hot little kiss on the end, a string of seed stretched between the throbbing eye and her lips, glinting in the light of impending morning. Repositioning around the cuffs that restricted our movement considerably, lustful glances were exchanged. "Give me a fucking blowjob, you filthy slut," I ordered, though the words were more or less redundant. Dawn grinned and ran her tongue around the raised underside, licking beneath the head whilst caressing the tip with her palm, causing me to jerk. Licking upward once more, her lips hovered so close to the eye I could feel her heightened breath. Allowing a globule of saliva to fall from her mouth, her pursed lips plunged and enveloped the tip to meet it. Throwing my head back I let out a loud moan of pleasure, still unable to reconcile this astounding turn of events. We'd gone from sworn enemy to illicit lovers in the blink of an eye. Taking a firm grip at the base, she slowly but firmly stroked as, at the same time her mouth engulfed the bloated tip. Her velveteen tongue swirling hypnotically, she licked the ultra sensitive spot right behind the head with relish. This continued for thirty mesmerising seconds. Convinced I was going to blow my load there and then, I fought to relax in her capable hands and mouth. Sensing my proximity she stopped stroking and took my cock into her mouth completely, cradling it. As she drew back her tongue licked at the eye once more, driving me crazy. Slowly her lips went up the length of my shaft, then back down again, continuing the oral onslaught for three of the most wonderful minutes of my life. Grabbing the base again, she stroked up and down the shaft while keeping my head in her warm mouth. Plunging down the shaft, she took in the whole length, until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Reaching over with her spare hand she took hold of mine and placed it firmly on her right breast. I fondled, cupped and squeezed the pert orb until its nipple popped out firmly in greeting. She pushed forward into my hand excitably, making light mewing noises that were muffled on my cock. Stopping sucking momentarily, she looked up and into my eyes, saliva trails at each side of her mouth. Angling to allow access to her other tit, she groaned as I gave it a good hard squeeze, thumb chafing the nipple. "Tell me what I am again, Chris." "You're absolutely gorgeous," I enthused, the words taking both of us by surprise. Yet there was no time to dwell upon them. Evidently her cunt craved further attention for she shifted position once more, her movement initially restricted by the handcuffs, until she was able to straddle my face. As she took my erection in all the way again and bobbed up and down the shaft vigorously, I reached up with my free hand, thumb and forefinger prising apart her pussy lips. As the middle finger dipped into the moist fleshy centre, her heightened breathing vibrated on the hard cock she was deepthroating. Straightening, I pressed my lips to hers, nose nestled in her anus and tasting the slightly saline deposit of drying cunt juice that had seeped forth. As I kissed all around the plump mound, teasing her outer lips, she pressed back onto my face, evidently craving more. In recognition I let my tongue delve idly into the soft pink folds, circling it around inside. Upping the pace I started to flick urgently, the tip embedded in the labyrinth of her sex, her anal ring cushioning my nose. Dawn pushed back harder, angling her clit to scrape it on my tongue tip and in raptures as I brought her close to a second orgasm. So turned on was she by my oral machinations, I feared she might swallow my cock. For at the same time I was delivering deep and even tongue strokes to her gorgeous pussy, Dawn's mouth was working overtime on my shaft, plunging up and down with wild abandon and causing my cock to tense up. I was going to blow my load soon and we both knew it. She came all the way up my cock and lightly traced her teeth along the head before licking around it with an open tongue. That just about did for me. I could hold back no longer. My mind blanked and I came harder than in my entire life, spunk ejecting upwards like a burst water hydrant. The flood hit the back of Dawn's throat and she pulled clear, gurgling and swallowing every possible drop. Another rope of cum lashed her neck, running in rivulets to her tits whilst an unprecedented third spurt coated her fingers. As she shifted position once more I found my face squashed beneath her buttocks as she grinded down. Half-smothering me, she was seemingly determined to get my tongue up all the way. I licked and licked and licked until my lips were numb and my tongue throbbed, willing her to cum. Having all but choked me, finally her body consented, her pussy squirting the sort of gush that would have put her friend Karen to shame, coating my face completely. I had to act forcefully to get her off me or surely I'd have suffocated as she rode her way to the multiple orgasms that were the stuff of folklore. Or were they? For, before my face was free, I felt spasms like mini explosions going off inside her. Free at last, I choked on the fresh air, spluttering cum juice in fine particles. The cuffs dictating that we lay side-by-side, gently we caressed one another to sleep. * * * We awoke simultaneously the following morning, the sun shining in our eyes and the beach half- full with bathers. Only the windbreak partially spared our modesty, at least to those on our right, for we were fully exposed to the left. Dawn was quick to locate her bra and top, exhibiting a look of guilt and shame. It was only then that we noticed that the cuffs were gone. Evidently Dave had made good on his promise. No more to say or do, the only consolation was that we harboured the same guilt. Neither had the upper hand and both had the same to lose. Awkwardly we said our goodbyes before heading off in separate directions. The second and final night of the stag do was something of an anti-climax compared to the first, and gratefully so from my perspective. My penance paid up fully there was no question of a repeat. Any attempt to humiliate me again would meet with severe repercussions back home, I warned. Deep down I kind of hoped we might bump into the girls again but it wasn't to be. The time had come to return home to normality and the impending nuptials, and to put all that had happened in Ibiza way behind. * * * Three weeks later... My wedding day and I was the epitome of the dashing groom, waiting for her arrival in a grey morning suit and top hat, with burgundy waistcoat and tie. My insides tangled in knots of apprehension, as was traditional, she was forcing me to endure an uncomfortable wait. When finally she arrived by my side, I issued a little smile of joy and relief. Only this wasn't the church and there were no guests. We were alone in the pre-designated meeting place in the country and it was dead quiet. "You came," I mouthed. "Yes I did," she concurred. "Sorry," I offered clumsily. "It's nasty, I know." "Yes, but better than two divorces," Dawn reasoned, taking hold of my hand. The repercussions of our jilting our respective partners didn't bear thinking about but we had a fortnight's grace before having to deal with the fallout. Our mobile phones doubtless loading up with anxious messages, we headed to the cottage with just one thought in mind: making the passionate love that Ibiza had denied us. * As ever, I'd love to hear from you with feedback and critiques. Handcuffed Fantasy Hi, my name's Nicola and this is the story of how I finally got my best friend to sleep with me. To begin with, let me explain some things: First off, the guy I'm trying to get with has been in my life forever, since we were small kids. I've always felt this way about him, but it seems that the feeling wasn't mutual... His name is Doug and he's now 19 for starters, and does martial arts, meaning that he's very fit (in both senses(!)). Short spiky, jet black hair and short stubble give him a rugged sort of handsomeness. He thinks I'm joking when we flirt with each other but what I'd give for him just to say yes to me!! On the other hand is me. I'm about average height and slim with long brown hair... but the one thing (or should I say two things)I feel are my best features are my breasts. A natural double C-cup and proud! I don't work out or nothing but I just seem to stay slim whatever I do! Anyway, I've never had a boyfriend before... I don't know why it just never happened, but I'm not a virgin... somewhere along the line I just got hooked up on him. Right here we go! * * * I had a perfect opportunity, my parents were out for the weekend (going to rekindle themselves or something) so I would finally decided to put my plan into action. I'd been working on this since I first started watching porn movies. Seeing how much the guys in those things liked being tossed off, I decided that if I could do that to Doug, then he'd feel like I do. The plan really started moving when I found some handcuffs in my parents room (not trying to think how they got there). I didn't really know how it was going to all work out as I phoned him arrange a "sleep-over", but after a little convincing he played into my hands. Later that night Doug was round, we watched a DVD, ordered pizza the usual stuff you know. Getting really late he decided to head in, so I took this opportunity to start the wheels rolling. I made him a special drink before bed, orange (because he doesn't drink) with a special added bonus – a Viagra tablet! (Must be my Dad's I think but whatever, waste not want not!). Perfect! I gave it a few minutes then followed him up. Must have been about half an hour before I entered the guest room, where he just about sleeping, but I knew that the tablet would be starting to kick in. I gently peeled back the covers to reveal him lying there in just his boxers. Gently giggling to myself, anticipation started to kick in - I would have done the deed there and then but if he woke up he'd stop me, so I secured his hands together above his head onto the headboard with my trusty cuffs. As I rose his hands, his boner started to revel itself to me. Wanting him badly, I positioned myself so I sat on his hips just under his now throbbing member. Obviously, my panting noises must of woke him up because suddenly I heard him say - "Nikki!?! What the Hell?". Laughing I told him to shush as I took off my shirt and threw it at his face, blindfolding him with it. As I tugged on his shorts, slowly revealing the first prise, I heard him protest again and again. Finally I whipped out his penis and just stared at it for a minute. It flopped up onto his belly, ready for the fuck I've been waiting for! Grasping it I began to lick the head of it savouring the saltly taste (whilst he moans and still protests). Cupping his balls I began to take in into my mouth slowly and deeply. Up and down I bobbed my head, enjoying his captivity far more than should have. Then faster and faster hearing him groan with pleasure I took that as my mark to un-blindfold him so he can see just whats going on here. He saw my tits and I know that he enjoyed that, as his eyes were glued to them throughout! He squirmed and jostled, but I just regained my grip on him, thrusting him deep into my mouth. I felt his shaft going over my tongue and it felt really good! I realised how wet I was getting myself but that didn't slow me down. Faster and Faster I sucked and blowed, until his hips started to buck, fists clenching before he relished his salty load into me. He groaned so loudly, I couldn't believe it, this taste was so new and soo good! I had to have more! Because of the pills, he still remained hard, glistening with cum and saliva. His eyes told me that that was enough, but I couldn't stop myself if I tried! I just grasped hold of his cock and pumped and pumped, first slow long strokes then moving to fast strokes pulling the skin back to revel his purple headed friend. He groaned more and more with each length making me wetter and wetter. Without warning, he shot me in my face with a river of sperm, covering me! Greedily I licked it all up, tossing and tossing whilst he spasmed this way and that, losing all control! This happened again seconds afterwards as I pumped him he shot another load to my face. I giggled like a school girl, purring at his cumshot skill. Finally, I had enough in my face, and pulled my skirt off. Doug still yells at me to stop now, but I could see how much he needed me! Slowly and sexily, I crawled back onto his body and worked my way up so that my vagina lips gently kissed his cock. I looked him straight in the eye, and mounted him. We both groaned and moaned, as I heaved my body up and down. It hurt at first, but almost seconds later that was replaced by such a feeling. My wetness and his cum splattered cock made such a sound when we clashed again and again! Feeling his pride burst through me was unbelievable, making me go faster and panting like an animal! I caught sight of myself in the mirror, seeing my body bounce and my tits jiggling around like jelly, before turning back to Doug and egging him on. I lost control and came all over the place, making him cum with such force, filling me up with his man juice, I gasped, unable to handle it, but forced myself to continue. My body started to ache as we moved in rhythm, me forcing him to jizz inside me again and again, it was so unbearable that I thought I was going to have a heart attack! As I slowed down, and dismounted him, he shot one final display at my ass, splattering his pattern all over my tight little cheeks. I would have continued forever, but his cock was red raw, and there was always tomorrow. Exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep, so with my conquest over, I uncuffed him and crawled into my own bed. In the morning I woke up with a start, to find Doug in my room, beside me on my bed. He smiled at me as I tried to get up, realising that my hands were cuffed now. Slowly caressing my boobs he said "Balls in my court now babe!" END Handcuffed Handjob Popular and self-assured, 18-year old Aaron Zimmerman was one of the best looking guys in his high school senior class. A life-long sports fanatic who played on the varsity basketball and track team, Aaron didn’t have the time or the patience for a girlfriend, but with his olive-skinned complexion, dark wavy hair and confident attitude, he was certainly on many girls’ most wanted list. He stood just less than six feet tall and weighed a lean 168 pounds; there was not an ounce of fat on Aaron, who swam and lifted on a regular basis. His twin sister, Sarah, was cute as well, and also enjoyed sports, though she wasn’t as intense about them as her brother. But she did play on the girl’s varsity field hockey team at school, and her closest friend was her eternally cheerful teammate, Judy. Judy stood about 5’8” and weighed close to 140 pounds, all of it pretty solid. Hardly a small girl but not unattractive and very outgoing, Judy was one of those upbeat athletic types who didn’t wear much makeup and let her ordinary brown hair fall straight and naturally. She’d never been the type to read the girly magazines to find out how to dress just so and act feminine, but she certainly liked boys. Most of all, Judy adored Aaron, and loved the time she spent at Sarah’s house – always hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend’s hunky brother in their pool, or changing after school. Aaron thought Judy was a nobody, as did most of the guys at high school, unfortunately. Judy knew this. Aaron tried to be nice to her, but he really didn’t have the time for her and sometimes she plain and simply annoyed the hell out of him – and he would let her know it with a snide remark or dirty look. But one Friday night Sarah invited Judy to sleep over. Aaron and Sarah’s parents were away at a conference for the weekend. Aaron planned on getting some food with a friend or two after school and being in bed early, because he wanted to get up at 7 to do a little exercising before playing a game of pickup football with several of the guys Saturday morning. The girls rented a couple movies after school and headed home. They made salads and some popcorn and did what it is that girls usually do at a slumber party: gossip about their friends and enemies, talk about boys, eat, watch movies. At some point in the evening Judy lit up a joint and the two girls got high as a kite. After burgers and a cruise around town, Aaron got in around 9pm and headed straight to his room. He heard the girls yell “Hello!” to him from the den. He hollered back “Hey!” and then just shut his door. Aaron flicked on his TV, stripped down to his boxers and got under the covers. He called a friend to make sure they still had enough guys for Saturday’s game, then watched ESPN for less than an hour. He could hear the girls laughing all the way from his bedroom – they sounded goofy – but it didn’t bother him. He had always slept like a rock, just like his sister. An earthquake could hardly wake either of them. Aaron set his alarm for 8am and dozed off, sleeping on his back as usual. Hours later, Aaron was dreaming…dreaming of school…a sudden breeze in the classroom, like someone pulling the curtain away from the window...now raising his hand in class….raising both hands…both of his hands?...was nobody paying attention?...it was a dream…a dream…both hands in the air, the teacher ignoring him…his desk was shrinking now…felt tight on his legs…his desk was getting very tight on his legs…nobody was paying attention, he wanted to lower his hands…but they stayed up…he tried to shift his legs, but could not…so tight… Aaron started to stir from his dream reluctantly, feeling pressure on his legs, emerging from a deep, deep sleep, not at all aware what was going on… still foggy. Then…a giggle! Someone was there! Who? What was happening?!? Suddenly alarmed, Aaron was quickly completely awake and tried to sit up – but his wrists were locked to the metal bed frame behind and above his head! “OW! What the hell?!” he sputtered, as the headboard clattered behind him, holding him in place. “Judy?” Aaron’s blankets were off and Judy was sitting on his thighs. He could barely make her out, but it was definitely Judy, wearing a dark tee shirt and a pair of lighter shorts. Her knees were locked midway up his thighs, her bare feel pressed against his calves. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness and he looked over at the lighted clock on his nightstand. It was just after 4am. “Hi Aaron. Don’t bother yelling. Your sister is passed out downstairs,” Judy said. “Besides, you won’t want her to see you like this. Just relax and enjoy it.” “Enjoy WHAT?! See me like what?? What’s going on??” Aaron was confused and still getting his bearings, pulling against the soft but snug rubber cuffs that secured his hands to the headboard. “I am going to make you cum, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Judy said it so calmly, so sure of herself, like the way he usually sounded when he was talking to her. “HUH? What, what do you mean…” Aaron’s usually confident voice quivered and he tried harder to break free, rattling the bed frame, to absolutely no avail. He could move his feet at the ankle, but he couldn’t move his legs at all, and his arms were useless as well. “You heard me,” she said lasciviously. “Come on, what’s the big deal anyway? This will be fun for you!” “What? Is this a joke?! This isn’t funny! Now, come on, let me up Judy!” Judy just chuckled and said, “No, no joke Aaron…” as she traced her fingers along his tight stomach, over his chest, across his ribs. “You’re such a handsome young man. I’ve always dreamed of this.” “Dreamed of what? What are you talking about?!” he said, afraid that he knew but not even wanting to consider the naked truth. “Oh you know,” she said, resting her hands on his belly. “Now, let’s see what you’ve got under here,” Judy said as she hooked her thumbs and index fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tugged slowly on them. “It looks pretty big…” This was all happening too fast…the reality of Aaron’s situation suddenly hit him and he flustered his way through, “Hey! No! NO! Don’t do that!!!” Biting her lower lip, Judy remained quiet and continued to pull, lower, lower… Shocked, Aaron really fought back hard now, desperately trying to free himself from his amorous attacker. But she stayed seated solidly on his legs and the snug cuffs held him firm from above, and the best he could do was make the bed rattle very loudly. Downstairs, his sister slept soundly, even deeper than usual because of the marijuana she had smoked. The sounds of severe struggle from above drifted uselessly throughout the otherwise empty house. Aaron was in a panic. Things like this didn’t happen to him! “Stop! Just stop! Judy! Stop!!!” “Shhhhhh,” Judy said, devilishly looking him in the eye though the room’s dusky darkness. Aaron felt the waistband begin to pass over his hips; he lifted his head and stared helplessly down his lean body. He was taking short breaths and felt butterflies in his stomach, practically hyperventilating. Even in the shadowy darkness, above the waistband she’d revealed the beginnings of his dark, curly public hair. He began to completely lose it. This was on the verge of really happening! “Judy! Okay! Okay! Stop! STOP RIGHT THERE! Stop there! Stop there. Judy. JUDY! PLEEEEAASSSEEEEE!!!! I’M SERIOUS!!!” She was quiet. He didn’t even look at her. He was focused on his barely covered privates, as was she. No member of the opposite sex had seen him naked since he was a little kid! This was all too much for Aaron to handle; he couldn’t believe it was happening. As Aaron stared down in awed awful suspense, he pushed his ass down in a feeble attempt to prevent himself from being stripped and exposed. “Resistance is futile,” Judy teased him, before continuing to pull down his boxers with the same slow, steady intensity and attention as before. The underwear slowly, inexorably slid down inch by damnable inch…further…further… further….His black thatch got thicker…so close…! He couldn’t watch anymore…. Aaron threw his head back and shut his eyes tight, twisting in his bonds as he felt the waistband at last reach his limp penis and testicles. He felt an irrational surge of hope as the elastic caught against him for less than a moment, as if even his manhood somehow knew to make one last demure appeal to remain veiled, but Judy didn’t even notice and instead Aaron’s boxers slid over and off in just such a way so the handsome high school hunk’s fat flaccid phallus dramatically flopped fully into view, delivering Judy with the ultimate experience in erotic exposure she’d always dreamed of. As this happened, Aaron involuntarily groaned a strange primal cry of pure humiliation, “Gggrrrrraaaaaahhhhh….,” while Judy squealed a delighted “Oh yes!” the instant she revealed the impressive size of his manhood, which was almost literally the size of a hot dog, circumcised and topped by a plump, pointed pinkish helmet. “I’ve got you all naked now, Aaron!” she chirped victoriously. “You have a big penis!” “Oh God!” he choked out. “I don’t believe this!” “Maybe this is all just a dream,” Judy said as she shimmied her body further down his legs, pulling the boxer shorts down with her. “A wet dream!” She let them rest at his ankles, to better keep his feet together, then quickly squat-hopped back up onto his thighs. All throughout, Judy couldn’t take her eyes off Aaron’s appealing appendage, which was even larger than she had hoped and joggling slightly as he still struggled to unseat her, though now his efforts were much diminished. His eyes were still shut tight, and his breath was coming in desperate gasps. “I can’t believe this…I can’t believe this,” he repeated. Judy placed both her hands on his thighs and squeezed his tensed muscles. “Come on, calm down Aaron and open your eyes. The best is yet to come – no pun intended … Hahahahaha!” She laughed. Finally, gathering his emotions, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was sitting almost exactly as before, except now his underwear was gone and he was completely exposed and naked before her. Making anxious eye contact, he looked down at her and said pleadingly, panting, “Why are you doing this?!” “Because I want to,” she replied simply. “You have a beautiful body and I want to give it great pleasure.” Judy ran her fingers along his upper thighs, over his hipbone, his stomach and his chest, exploring Aaron’s muscular teen body and working up the nerve for what was next. Her hands slowly slid their way towards his center, and he panted even more. She was almost touching him…! “No! No! OH!” Aaron gasped as Judy’s left hand cupped his balls and her right hand gently lifted his soft but sizable sausage. She held him and squeezed, then stroked the head of his cock a little bit before beginning to work the shaft rhythmically in an attempt to arouse him. Reinvigorated by this latest indiscretion, his efforts to escape were relentless, but once more to no avail. They both knew he was helpless… and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before his teenage wiener reacted to her manipulations. “Please stop, Judy.” He begged. “Please…! This is soooo embarrassing!” She smiled mischievously, and continued to work him. “I’m playing with your penis, Aaron,” Judy said girlishly, feeling feminine, batting her eyes. “You are my own personal boy toy. I’m going to play with you and play with you until you lose total control and explode!” It was a battle of Aaron’s mind vs. his young body, which was no battle at all. He swallowed hard as he felt the blood start pumping to his penis as it began to swell, and he mumbled a soft “Nnnooooooo.” “Oh, yes! That’s a good boy!” Judy encouraged. He could see her smile widen as his organ stiffened and his girth expanded in her hand. In a very short time he was fully aroused, over eight inches of pure male delight for Judy. For some reason, his large size almost embarrassed him even more. He knew the pleasure she was getting at his expense, that all of her fantasies were coming true. “Look at how big and stiff you are, Aaron!” she cooed, rubbing her palm against the now reddish-purple head of his cock. “You must like me some after all!” She squeezed his shaft so the head swelled even more, then pulled back on his erection and let go, so it slapped lewdly against his belly. Next, quickly and unexpectedly, she got off him Thank God, Aaron thought to himself. She’s seen me, all of me, and now it’s over. “Enough!” he said. “Now unhook me and get the fuck out of here!” he spat out fiercely, not realizing how silly it sounded, considering he was still chained to the bed, helpless, totally naked, his big bold boner raging unchecked. Judy laughed dismissively and said, “Not hardly. I’ll be right back. It’s time to make you cum.” “HUH?” He was confused, embarrassed and downright angry, all at the same time. Judy left the room. Was she just going to leave him like this? Would his sister see him?!? Still humiliated, and without Judy’s continuing manipulations, his dick began deflating. But Judy returned a mere minute later, flicking on his light switch on as she entered the room! She wanted to see their show in full view. Aaron squinted his eyes against the brightness, feeling more naked than ever. Suddenly he realized that she was carrying something, and immediately recognized it—it was the bottle of hand lotion from the hall bathroom! His eyes widened and he kicked wildly as she approached him. She stopped just out of reach and watched the proud athlete’s mostly flaccid schlong slap back and forth, while his ballsack jiggled comically. Enjoying the view, tracing her fingernails down his right arm, she approached him from the side, mounted his chest and worked her way down his body, backwards, rubbing her ass over his manhood. He fought desperately and yelled “NO NO NO!” as she struggled to get her weight back onto his thighs. But without the use of his arms, she was in charge. Within seconds Judy was again straddling him in her previous position, only now armed with very full bottle of ‘Vaseline Intensive Care’ hand lotion. “Oh my God, don’t do this Judy… PLEASE!” he desperately pleaded. “Shhhhhh,” she said. Judy popped the top of the bottle, stared him brazenly in the eyes, then turned the container upside down and squeezed it hard. Huge, cool globs of lotion splattered onto his now limp dick, his balls and his curly pubic hair. He instinctively yanked his hands, wanting so very much to just push her off him. The bedframe rattled but his arms were held firm. Then she said: “I told you, Aaron, I am going to make you cum, and there is nothing you can do about it.” Before she put the bottle down, she filled her right hand with lotion as he watched anxiously. She paused for only a minute, just enough to look him in the eye, before she went to work. Aaron gasped, then moaned “Ooooooooooo” as both her hands grasped his penis and balls. She kneaded his entire package as the lotion worked itself in. His useless struggle continued as he twisted his upper body and tried to pull his legs out from under her…but the feeling was so intense that despite his wishes otherwise, Aaron was at full mast again in no time and breathing heavy. Enjoying her control, Judy pumped his shaft with long, slow strokes and played with his balls, letting them fill with more and more joy jism. Occasionally she would let go and allow his erection slap back and lie at its natural aroused angle, pointing towards his handsome but flushed face. Then she would stroke the senior’s stiff dick from head to balls and back again, murmuring words of adoration. Grabbing him again, she traced her fingernail lightly around the underside of his cock head, making him moan despite himself. Then she ran her hands across the underside of his shaft, down to his balls and back up again. She even worked the lotion into his pubic hair and upper thighs. She was totally and truly enjoying this unwilling lesson in male-anatomy. The feeling was overwhelming. Aaron was now so totally under Judy’s control that his struggles subsided and he focused on somehow preventing the inevitable bath of cum he was sure to give himself any minute now. The lotion had really worked itself in and Judy realized that the squishy, lubed feeling was fading. Aaron’s dick glistened and his knob was a shiny bright red from her skilled stroking. His balls hung low and heavy, filled with semen from her victorious manipulations. She paused and picked the bottle up from the bed and again smothered his shaft and balls with the lotion. He begged her one last time for mercy. Making him ejaculate all over would be the ultimate indignity. “Just stop now, please, Judy, PLEASE!!” His face was so flush from the combination of utter embarrassment and heated, non-consensual arousal that it just turned her on all the more. Judy resumed her ardent attack, remaining silent….waiting for the grand finale. She intently focused on the head of his cock this time. She even bent down and licked it, quickly, tasting a strange mixture of greasy with a tinge of saltiness, before gripping his helmet and working it with the lotion. With one hand furiously jacking on his throbbing knob and the other running back and forth over his balls, it wasn’t long before Judy’s joyous work was ready to pay off. She could sense it. Aaron’s breathing was coming very, very fast, and his body suddenly tensed up. His head pressed back hard against his pillow. His stomach was quivering and his toes curled in, losing control. Judy didn’t slow down one bit. She was on the last lap now. “It’s happening, Aaron! You’re losing total control!” Aaron made fists with his hands and clenched his teeth. He grunted in a futile attempt to hold back. His chest and stomach glistened with sweat. Suddenly, whether voluntarily or not, his hips began to buck. And then it happened… “AHHH, AHHH, AARRRGGHHHHH” Aaron groaned helplessly, as he thrashed his head back and forth. His belly tightened and his loins gave an reflexive thrust upward, as a heavy spurt of cum shot from his cock, splattering across his upper chest and onto his pillow and against the wall. Then another thick wad of cum, and another… and another….and another. The once aloof teenager was now drenching himself in his own jism, oblivious to embarrassment, lost in moaning paroxysms of lust as Judy relentlessly continued to jerk him off, working his balls even harder now, emptying them onto his increasingly sticky torso. Aaron’s body jerked with each subsequent sperm burst, as his breathing slowed a bit. The grand finale ended with one last dribble of cum, running down his shaft and over Judy’s fingers. His genitalia was soaked with lotion and semen. “Told you I would make you cum, Aaron,” Judy said with a huge grin on her face. Aaron looked down at himself, spent, and couldn’t say a word. He was still recovering from his intense ejaculation. Judy jumped off the bed, ran to his TV stand and grabbed the keys. She uncuffed one wrist before tossing the key on the end of the bed. “Thanks Aaron,” she said as she quickly left the room. “It was everything I dreamed of.” Aaron slowly got up, still not quite believing what had just happened to him. He was left to clean himself up. He never spoke a word of this to his sister or anyone else.