12 comments/ 33463 views/ 23 favorites Tied and Tormented By Ashley By: NeverBeenTied A lot of girls at my school were hot but Ashley was unreal, and we had been hanging out every day. Blonde and hyperactive, she liked anything exciting and anything funny. Luckily she found me funny. And man, was she aggressive. She had a long reach and would retaliate to any teasing with a firm punch, followed by that infectious laugh. I guess she wanted to be one of the boys, but it wasn't easy with those C cups rolling out from that athletic frame. Not that she tried to hide them. At the moment she was wearing a tight blue tank top with white bra straps running parallel over her shoulders. Short jean shorts with long slender legs, freshly waxed, which she had a habit of rubbing together. She could never sit still for long. Her toes had a fresh coat of pink polish. I realized I had been staring and looked up to find her staring at her feet too. "Are heels hot to you?" Pumps dangled from her big toe. "Definitely." She drew her shoulder-length blond hair back in a wave and stared at me, pursing her lips as she considered. Her slender face was perfectly symmetrical, piercing green cat-like eyes, fair-skinned with slightly pronounced cheekbones, and supple pink lips. Kryptonite. She resumed chewing her Trident Layers, turned to the TV and started the movie. It was just the two of us on the couch. We'd been playing Mystery Science 3000 through bad movies while her parents were out of town. Tonight's movie was her choice, some trashy Skinemax flick. Plenty of material to make fun of, but Ashley seemed more interested in my reaction to the first sex scene. "What?" I defended as I caught her smirking at me. She scooted to my side of the couch and darted her hand to the inside of my leg and back. "Erection check!" she called with a little laugh, studying my face for a moment. Satisfied, she scooted back. "Just making sure." ("Of what?" I thought.) "Weirdo," was all I could muster in return. We turned back to the movie in silence. 10 minutes later the film's seductress was guiding the blindfolded protagonist into the bedroom when Ashley asked, "Do you want some girl to blindfold you?" "Yes, its all I think about," I retorted sarcastically. She slipped behind me and covered my eyes with both hands. I felt her mouth on my ear and a rush of blood went through me. She sucked and panted in my ear with a put-on sexuality, but broke with laughter. With an over-acted moan she moved down to my neck and started sucking, hands still clamped over my eyes. The bulge in my pants began to grow when she stopped with a suction-released pop, and in one movement slipped back next to me on the couch, and settled back into the movie. "You love it." I needed to make a move. "Yes. Yes I do." I set my eyes on her and waited, but she just stared ahead at the movie. 30 seconds went by, I knew she could feel my eyes on her. I finally forced my heart rate to settle as I resigned myself to watching the rest of this terrible movie. The seductress had him tied to a chair now, straddling him and threatening something about a family fortune. "Erection check." Ashley grabbed at me again, this time landing on my full on erection through my jeans. She shot to her feet with a gasp. "Oh my God, you're so turned on by this movie," she teased. "Do you wish you were him right now?" She smirked as she shook her head at me. "The things I'm learning about you." She left the room, heels clanking on the hardwood floor. I had tried my best to keep my urges around Ashley suppressed after she told me how important our friendship was. But last week she had me on her bed as she tried on clothes to get my opinion. Taking her sweet time in her pink & black Victoria Secrets, she would complain about needing to run more as she bent over "looking" for that one top, flipping her hair back and catching my stare. I missed that opportunity but was absolutely going to kiss this girl before the movie was over. A bowl of popcorn plopped down on the table and I looked up to see Ashley playing with an impressive length of white rope. "Sit in this chair please" she instructed as she pointed to the thick armless wooden chair next to us. My heart rate jumped, unsure of how coy to play it I just decided to oblige in silence. The seductress on TV was riding the tied up hero as Ashley pulled my hands tightly behind me, delicately tying one wrist, then furiously wrapping both in a figure 8... way more times than necessary I felt. She affixed her work to the chair itself and I craned my head to see how she was able to get it so secure. With both hands she guided my eyes back to the movie. The seductress forcibly rubbed her clit against the base of the man's cock. Meanwhile Ashley worked on my torso, then tied each ankle unforgivingly to the strong legs of the chair. There would be marks. "Done!" She tipped the chair way back, then from side to side as I helplessly went along for the ride. She settled me, circled her work, and stopped in front of the TV with hands on her hips. "Very interesting that you let me tie you up without a fight. I could torture you all night you know." She took her tank top off and I admired her toned tummy until she wrapped it around my eyes in a makeshift blindfold. She plopped onto the couch as she continued casually. "You're awfully quiet." I heard the flick of a lighter. "I'm just... trying to figure out what I've gotten myself into." "Hmm... I'll be honest," She replied mischievously, "You've put yourself at the mercy of someone who doesn't believe in mercy." She straddled me. "I will, however, get you high. Open your mouth." Weed made me paranoid and Ashley knew it. She always messed with me when we were high. But I didn't have much of a choice. I opened slightly and she placed her lips up to mine and blew, then covered my mouth with her hand to make sure I held it in long enough. She repeated this in silence as the sound of the movie continued. From what I could hear the seductress was now at the bank draining our hero's account. Ashley pulled the back of my head as she blew another hit into my mouth, brushing lips in an almost-kiss. She kept adjusting her crotch firmly against my throbbing bulge to get more comfortable. She knew exactly what she was doing. She drummed her fists on my shoulders. "Do you feel it?" "Yeah." "If I was that girl and you were my captive, this is what I would do." The wood creaked as she pressed her tits against my chest. She grabbed the back of my head and in her best evil voice threatened, "Your lips are mine." She plunged her tongue into my mouth with force. I felt her purple fingernails run through my hair as our tongues sloshed between the open seal of our mouths, the whole thing pulsing, both of us breathing intensely through our noses. I peeked beneath the blindfold to see her unbuttoning her jean shorts and slipping her hand beneath her underwear. She rubbed against my jeans and pleasured herself with one hand while the other forced my head wherever she wanted it. She moaned eagerly as she pulled away, slowing her impassioned breath and putting back on her bubbly-innocent facade. "I'm a good actress, right?" "Incredible," I replied. She stood up. "It's kind of amazing knowing I can do literally whatever I want to you and all you can do is sit there. My little plaything for the weekend." "Weekend?" She clasped her hand over my mouth. "Do you want my dirty laundry in your mouth?" She slid her hands down around my neck and squeezed for a moment, then released with a giggle. She traced her hand over my denim erection. "Oh my God, the things that get you excited!" My belt unfastened and I heard it land across the room as my jeans unbuttoned. I was completely immobile as she forced my jeans down to my ankles. "I still can't believe you let me tie you up. Didn't you realize I'd take full advantage? Oh well, too late now." My underwear followed as my penis sprung back in the cool air. I shuddered as I felt her hot breath on it. She laughed. "I guess you like that." "Oh my God." The weed was leaving me at even more of a loss for words, which proved irrelevant as she jammed her panties into my mouth. The loud rip of duct tape followed. She laid a piece over my lips, then another, firmly and forcibly massaging it against my cheeks. She removed the tank-top blindfold and smiled at me as she held my cheeks. "Look at you." She kissed the tape over and over as she worked her way around to my ear and sucked on it with a smile. "I feel like getting naked." She backed away and unclasped her bra. It fell to the ground as her magnificent tits opened up, big soft nipples just begging to be sucked on. She strutted back over to her captive, cradled the back of my head and settled her breasts against my duct-taped mouth. "I like the feeling of my tits on your face." She smeared her nipples across the the tip of my nose, engulfed my whole head in her bosom and shook. "That's all you get." She reached past me and I heard the duct tape again. She covered the left eye first as I saw her pouting fake sympathy through my right. "Oh no, you poor thing" Her pouted lips curved into a cruel smile as she covered my right eye, smoothing both tightly over my lids. Immediately after I felt my nose pinch shut. I tried to shake her off with zero success. After a long 10 seconds of her giggling and me not breathing, she released and kissed my nose. "Let's play a game. I'm going to try to make you squirm. And you're going to try not to. Okay?" Her hands slid up my shirt and twisted my nipples. My body shook, which she found hysterical. "Aaaaand you already lost. Want to try again? Doesn't matter, we're going to." She kneeled between my legs and lightly cupped my balls in her hand, massaging them gently. with her other hand she drew circles around the tip of my cock. I could hear her smile as I moaned slightly. "And for every moan, every shudder, we start over. If you can last 10 minutes, I'll untie you. But if you cum, you're mine all night." She began stroking slowly, lightly. Two minutes of ecstasy abruptly ended with a firm slap on the back of my dick. I shuddered. "Yeah, I really don't think you're gonna get untied anytime soon." Completely immobile, unable to see or talk, I dropped my head back helpless and high as she focused completely on her new top. The sealed suction of her warm mouth was counteracted with deep scratches on my thigh. I tried my best to be unreactive, but she was studying me, trying every flavor of pain and pleasure to see what effect it had on me, so she could maximize it. Based on her laughter, tormenting me was giving her much more pleasure than any movie could. She unbuttoned my shirt and placed what must have been extra strength clothespins on my nipples, getting a huge kick at the helpless wince they evoked. She moaned as her tongue traced the bottom of my cock. I couldn't tell if she was acting or pleasuring herself again. Up and down, up and down, lower, collection my throbbing balls in her mouth. She sucked them softly at first, then harder as she gripped the tip of my penis tightly and stroked. A rush of ecstasy shot through my body and I shuddered. "Whoops. Start over!" she taunted as she stopped. The credits were over. The only sounds were my helpless moaning, gasping for air through my nose, and her saying "Start over!" every few minutes. She patted my throbbing cock, laughing at me. "I think I found my new favorite hobby. Torturing you!" She unclamped my nipples and began nibbling them as she resumed edging me with long light strokes. Her mouth moved higher up to my ear and she breathed intensely into it. "Ok... 10 minutes starting now." She began stroking harder, kneeled back down and worked both hands in a constant pleasure loop twisting up and over the head and squeezing back down to the base. She increased her speed as she plunged her mouth over me, bringing my entire body into a helpless shudder and past the edge. She moaned approvingly as I shot pulse after pulse into her tightly gripped mouth. She swallowed with gusto. Of course she kept going, sucking, stroking firmly and massage-pressing my balls demanding passionately to give her more. My moaned begging quickly turned into a winced pain which she was happy to hear for an additional 2 minutes. When she decided I had had enough she let me go with a flop, rose to her feet and removed the tape from my eyes. "Well now you've gone and gotten me all wet." She straddled me panting, apparently as turned on by her position of power as I was. "How long until you're ready again?" I moaned in exhaustion. She grabbed the remote and another movie began. "This should help." She sashayed to the kitchen wearing nothing but pumps, as I helplessly watched the opening credits to another film.