5 comments/ 93652 views/ 10 favorites First Time Tied By: overseas This is my second story. I hope it is as much fun to read as it was to write. Comments are very welcome. ----------------------------------------- I finally made it to college; a local college, but college just the same. I had recently rented a studio apartment above a garage trying to emphasize my "independence" while attending school. The cost was low but it was a very nice place. The owner lived in the adjoining house and he seemed like a great guy. I couldn't be happier. I was 19 years old, slim and tan, my name is Justin. The owner of the house and studio was a single guy, maybe 35 years old. He was fit, intelligent and fun to be around, his name was Alec. Within the first month Alec and I became friends. He had this ready smile and he was very masculine with dark hair and eyes. One evening I was kicking back, smoking a nice joint of "skunk". The smell must have drifted outside as there was a knock at the door; it was Alec. I hoped the weed wouldn't upset him. As I tried to hide the joint Alec entered and said, "Something smells good in here." I was relieved. I pulled out the joint and offered him a toke. He took the joint and inhaled deeply. "Thanks. It's been so long since I smoked. I don't even know where to buy it any more." We smoked and talked for a while. He said, "I'll be right back." He left for a moment and returned with a six-pack of imported beer. "This will be my contribution." He was right; the flavorful dark beer went great with the strong weed. We both began to get relaxed and happy. I still hadn't fully unpacked yet so several boxes were strewn about the studio. Alec didn't seem to mind, but he did take it all in. His eyes were drawn to a stack of magazines in one corner. They were my bondage magazines! He reached for one and began to read it. I was totally embarrassed, my face red. He said, "What are these about?" I stammered, "Bondage. I guess its kind of my thing. I mean I've never really tried any of those things but I have many fantasies. Look, we really don't know each other very well, but you seem like a good guy, I hope you won't judge me. Its just a thing I fantasize about, but I've never been able to find a girl willing to do it, so I just read the magazines and well, take care of myself." He laughed and said. "That's cool, I have tried it, it can be wonderful. I do have a question though: In your fantasies, are you the one being tied up?" My heart was suddenly pounding. "Yes," I replied. How could he guess? He smiled and continued, "I could help you realize your fantasies. It would be between you and me. It would not affect our friendship or your status. What do you think?" I had never been with a man before, but my jack-off fantasies sometimes included a strong man using me as I was tied up. Here was my chance. Did I dare? "I'm not sure." I stammered. "Let's smoke a bit more and let me think." We continued with the weed and beer, but the air was heavy with the question of whether things would happen. My heart was hammering, I couldn't think of anything but being helpless. I finally spoke out, "Yes, I want to try this." "Good," he said. "I imagine you even have some good soft ropes 'just in case'." How could he know that? "Yes I do. They have never been used, but sometimes I just feel the texture of the ropes as I masturbate." "Get them," he stated. I shakily got up and found the four strong white ropes. They were silk, about one-quarter inch in diameter. I handed the ropes to Alec. He smiled, stood up and said, "You will have to undress for this to work, are you ready for that?" "Yes," I stood and began to undress. He watched me closely. I have a very nice body, slim with very smooth hairless skin. "Lie on the bed," he said. I went to the bed and got on. He said, "On your back, spread-eagled." I did as he asked, my heart at full speed. He bent down and secured my wrists to the bedposts, next my ankles. He had done a good job; I was totally secured, but not uncomfortable. I watch him undress. He had nice body with long muscles. He sat on the bed at my side and began to lightly stroke my cock, barely touching the head. I was going crazy. He watched my expressions as he stroked me. This went on for some time. He moved his hand to the shaft of my cock and continued with the light touching. It was maddening. The whole time he kept his gaze on my face. Now he used the other hand to lightly drag his nails along my balls. I was in ecstasy. He brought one hand to my throat and began to lightly caress me there. He then bent down and gave me a deep kiss, full of longing. I kissed him back, the kiss going on for a very long time. He straddled my chest, stroking his cock for me to see. He held the back of my head and pointed his cock at my mouth. "Open," he said. I complied and he pushed his beautiful cock deep into my throat. He face-fucked me, using me. He moved above me to enter my mouth deeper. I was helpless as he pushed even further into my depths. I began to gag and he eased back. "This is so good, I have very little experience with men and you are so young and beautiful. I am going to tie you up in many different ways and use your young body." He finished with another deep kiss. He reached down and untied my ankles and opened my legs. Pushing my knees back, he bent down and licked my ass, cleaning it, loving it. I was actually seeing stars. My mind was circling, I was dizzy with lust. He continued to probe my asshole with his tongue until I cried out, "Put your fingers inside me." He spit on his hand and eased first one, then two fingers into my young hole. With the other hand he began to stroke my cock. I couldn't believe how good this was. Next he knelt between my legs and spit on his cock. He placed the tip at my hole and asked, "Are you ready for this?" "Yes, please fuck me." I groaned. He began to enter me, slowly but firmly. He pushed his way into me until I could feel his balls on my skin. He was entirely inside of me. I had never done anything even close to this, but it was wonderful. "Fuck me." I continued. He began to lengthen his strokes, fucking me deeply. He bent over and gave me another incredible kiss. I gripped the ropes tightly and was almost ready to cum, just from his motions. "Don't cum yet, we have more to try," he said. He stood and untied my wrists. "Drink some water before we begin again." I went to the sink and hurriedly downed a full glass. "Come back to me." he demanded. He stood behind me and bound my wrists tightly together with one rope. He looped a second rope around my elbows, immobilizing my arms. "Get to your knees," he said. I dropped. "Open." I snapped my mouth open. He encircled my throat with his hands and rammed his hard cock into my throat. He fucked my face hard and deep, saliva dripping everywhere. "You are such a good, young bitch." His words made me mad with lust. He pulled his cock out and bent down to reward me with a kiss. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the bed. He sat on the bed and put his back against the headboard, pulling my face to his crotch. As I knelt before him he guided his cock to my awaiting mouth, pushing almost the full length of it into me. I was gagging when I felt one of his hands explore my ass. His fingertips begin to enter my young hole, first one then two. He held me like that, his cock deep in my throat, his fingers up my ass. I couldn't move. With his other hand he smacked my ass very hard. "You are my bitch tonight." I gagged on his thick cock causing my asshole to spasm around his fingers. "Suck my cock, young whore." He was making me crazy. I gagged too often and had to pull away. He stood and said, "That wasn't good. You need to be punished for not pleasing me." He tightly grabbed my hair with one hand and began to spank me with the other. One, two, three, four. Very, very hard slaps to my young ass. I could feel the heat of each slap. It aroused me like no other feeling. "Let's try something new," he stated. He untied my hands and arms then retied my wrists in front of me. He looked up and smiled. He tossed a second rope around one of the exposed beams crossing the ceiling. He attached this second rope to my bounds wrists and pulled my hands high. When I was fully upright, my hands in the air, he tied off the rope. I was helpless, my cock responding to its full length. He stood naked before me, just smiling. "This is an incredible night for me. I am glad you like it too." He approached me and held me strongly in his arms. This was followed by another one of his amazing kisses. He held his cock to mine, encircling both with his hand. The heat of the two organs was awesome. Next he moved behind me and reached around to stroke my cock. "I don't want you to cum," he stated. His stroking was getting me close. He could sense it as he repeated, "Do not cum." His stroking was maddening; I wanted to spew. "Please, please let me cum," I begged. "No, if you do, you will be punished. Is that what you want?" he said. I pleaded, "I don't care if you punish me, just make me cum." "Alright," his stroking increased. He placed his other hand in front of my cock. I arched my back and let out a cry, blasting my cum into his awaiting palm. "Too soon, much too soon," he said. "I will need to punish you." He held the cum-covered palm before me, "Lick this clean," he demanded. I looked at my cum, but I couldn't comply. "No." "Sure?" he said. I did not answer, so he took the cum covered hand and wiped it along my face. As I was still bound high, I had no choice but to accept his humiliation. My face was covered with my own cum and I was bound to the ceiling. I could actually feel my pulse hammer away in my veins. What was happening to me? "I intentionally made you cum," he said. "I knew you couldn't stop and that you even wanted to be punished. Well, now is your time. " He looked at my cum covered face and smiled. Grasping me firmly by the hair, he reached up and slapped my face. First left, then right giving me my deserved punishment. My face was hot, and my passion was very high. "You are my bitch tonight, I will do what I want with you," he went on. He then untied my wrists, my hands falling down, aching deeply. "Are you OK with this?" he strongly asked. "Yes, I want more," I answered. "Amazing," he simply said. He sat in one of my chairs and said, "Kneel, hands behind your back." I did as he said. He loosely looped a rope around my neck, almost like a soft leash. "Clean my feet," he said. I knelt forward and began my chore while he held the "leash". I picked up his left foot and began to clean his toes and foot. I wanted to do a good job, so I licked and cleaned away. His foot was soon covered with my saliva. He was moaning in ecstasy, "Now the other," as he changed feet. I cleaned the second foot, my lust increasing with each lap of my tongue. After I finished, he stood, holding the leash. "Come with me." He led me to the bathroom. "I've got to relieve myself, hold my cock." I was his slave as he held the rope around my neck. I held his cock in my hand as he let loose his urine. It felt so natural just helping him like this. Some of his urine sprayed onto my hand. He had noticed and said, "Lick your fingers." I brought the soiled hand to my face and licked it clean. "Good boy, come with me." He led me back to the bedroom and undid my leash. As he sat on the bed he said, "Sit on my lap." I did as told and encircled his neck with my arms. We kissed for sometime. "You are an amazing boy and I'm very lucky to have you. Do you have any other fantasies you want to try?" First Time Tied This is a story about a coworker of mine and her first experience with bondage. To begin with I'm a Marine stationed at Camp Pendleton. I'm 28 years old with brown hair, I stand 5'11" 190 pounds and am muscular. I've been told by women that I'm really good looking and am even more attractive due to the confidence I exhibit. I had just come back from my second tour in Iraq and sometimes the Marine Corps gives easy jobs to people that just come back from a deployment, so I was tasked with working at the base auto shop for 6 months. The auto shop has civilian employees that run the place; they just use the Marines to help supplement the shop, kind of like part-time employees. It was an easy job, 8 hours a day, and all I had to do was hand out tools. This was a lot better than the 15 hour days of constant field training and crazy physical training that I had been used to for the past few years. Anyways, the second day I worked there I met Erika. My jaw about dropped when I first saw her, she was a gorgeous Hispanic girl with a body to die for. She was 23 years old, stood 5'7" and 130 pounds give or take. She had beautiful brown eyes and long dark hair with dark skin. She smiled at me and introduced herself and the way she looked at me I knew I had been caught staring. I just smiled and nodded my head as I told her my name and that it was nice to meet her. She told me that we'd be seeing a lot of one another since we'd both been scheduled for the night shift. After that I can tell you I really looked forward to going to work. Our shift was from 1-9 Monday through Friday and after 5 o'clock we'd be by ourselves till closing at 9. For about a week after we started working together we just got to know one another. Then one day as we were putting away tools on the shelves she asked if I had a girlfriend or anything. I told her that I hadn't had a girlfriend for over a year due to deploying to Iraq and the constant training beforehand. "As a matter of fact, you're the first pretty girl I've even seen in 9 months, there were no females at the base I was on and since I just got back and settled in I haven't even had a chance to go out into town or anything," I told her. "REALLY," she exclaimed. "That must suck." "Hell yes it does, what about you though, no guy in your life?" "Nope, I just broke up with my boyfriend two weeks ago." "Too bad for him," I laughed. "You don't know the half of it," she said as she wiggled her eyebrows up a few times and gave a evil grin. Then she deliberately turned around and bent to pick up some tools from a bottom shelf giving me a good look at her ass in the tight blue uniform pants that the civilians had to wear. As she came back up I was just shaking my head and laughing. "That was just wrong." I don't know what you're talking about," she said with an exaggerated innocent face. After that we started flirting with one another constantly and she would even take opportunities to brush up against me with her body, it started to drive me insane. Then it happened, the perfect opportunity to invite her out, during our conversations I found out she was a football fan and that our teams had a game against each other that weekend. I invited her over to my apartment to watch the game together and she agreed. She came to my apartment late Sunday and the only way I can describe her outfit is OH MY GOD. Black knee high boots, dark plaid miniskirt, dark black button up shirt that was left unbuttoned just enough to see a white bra peeking out, and her hair loose about her shoulders. As I stood there with the door open she just smiled and walked in. "Since you seem a little stunned right now I'll just assume you're eventually going to invite me in," she said as she walked by me. As she did so she reached up and nonchalantly brushed her lips against mine. It wasn't a kiss, but it did send a thrill through me and brought her close enough that I could smell a clean just showered scent coming off her. I stood there and closed my eyes for a second to absorb the reality of the moment. After I came back to my senses, I looked and saw that she had sat down on the couch with her legs crossed and looking at me with a grin. She had the upper hand between us and she knew it. I shook my head and closed the door while asking her if she needed anything. After that we got settled in and started watching the game. We decided to bet on the game with the loser buying lunch the entire week. We had a blast talking trash about each other's team and just joking and talking about our lives. Before we knew it the game was over and my team had won. "Yes, I'm going to eat good this week, no chow hall for me," I laughed. "Hmph, you suck, your team got lucky," she said as she stuck out her tongue. While we were sitting and talking I told her to hold on. I went to my bedroom and came back with a deck of cards. I told her in my spare time in Iraq I had learned card magic from a friend. I then proceeded to show her a variety of tricks that actually had her amazed. She couldn't believe some of the tricks and told me how good I was. "All I can say is that I would never want to play poker with you," she commented. "I love poker, do you play often?" "Actually, I don't know how to play." "Do you want to learn?" "Sure, why not." I proceeded to teach her how to play for 20 or 30 minutes until she understood the value of the hands in poker. Then I started teaching how to bet and 'read' people, and what to look for as you play other opponents. I had an idea then and with my own look of innocence told her. "You know, you really can't learn how to bet unless you actually bet, it's hard to read someone's face unless they really stand a chance of losing something, so let's bet, ok!" "I didn't bring any money." I had known this and replied, "How about we play for clothing?" She froze and looked at me with a 'what are you trying to pull' face. "Are you asking me to play strip poker with you?" "Well, it will help you learn," I said grinning. "Uh huh," she said as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, we'll play but I deal, I don't trust you not to cheat." I was so excited I could care less who dealt, I figured she wouldn't stand a chance anyway so I would be seeing her naked body very quickly. At first I wasn't disappointed, she lost her watch, jewelry and all the little side items rapidly. She even lost her boots, but since I liked the look of them on her I told her she could keep wearing them, but that she couldn't use them as a bet again. I lost a few hands and had to ditch my shoes, and socks but I wasn't overly worried. Then finally, she lost her shirt. She just shook her head as she started unbuttoning the blouse. "I can't believe I'm doing this, you're so lucky, I've never played strip poker before." I couldn't help but agree that I was lucky as I stared at her white lace bra, it was very see through and I could see her big brown nipples through the sheer fabric. She saw me looking and for a second I was worried that she would stop playing but she just smiled and continued on. After that things went downhill for me. I lost the next few hands and before I knew it I was down to just my pants. I was worried because that meant the very next hand I would have to use my pants as the ante and I would be left in my men's black bikini underwear. I tried one last idea. "I'll make you a deal, if I win the next hand you have to take off everything, but if you win you can handcuff me and take off anything of me you want!" "Handcuffs?" She said with a questioning look. "Yeah, I own a pair that I use for 'special occasions.' Why you've never used handcuffs?" I asked. "No, I haven't,... hmmmm... but it sounds interesting, you've got a deal." She dealt the hand and I was ecstatic, she had dealt me three jack's, I knew I was going to see her body. However, when she turned over her hand my stomach dropped, I couldn't believe it, she had a straight. The only thing I could think was 'son of a bitch.' "All right, woo hoo, let'ssss seeeee the handcuffs," she crowed. I went to my room and came back with them, setting the keys on the table. In the meantime she had pulled out a chair to the middle of the living room. As I handed her the handcuffs she asked, "How do I do this?" "Well you can either cuff me with my hands behind my back, or since these are ghetto apartments, and you can see this pipe going through the center of my living room you could cuff my hands above my head to that. Don't worry, I sometimes use the pipe to do pull-ups, so it's strong and won't give way." "I like that idea," she exclaimed, as she grabbed the chair and stood on it so she could handcuff me easier. "Hands above you daddy!" "Daddy?" "What, you don't like that name?" "Uhm, in point of fact I do like that name," I told her and we both grinned. Since she was being 'bad' I figured I could get away with a little trouble, so as I put my hands above me I 'accidentally' brushed her skirt up and caught a glance of her white lace see-through panties. "Hey, watch what you're doing daddy!" She said as she narrowed her eyes. I just cracked a grin and said, "Oops, my bad." She rolled her eyes as she stepped down and back from the chair leaving my hands cuffed above me. "What are you going to do now?" I asked. "First I think we need to talk about that bet I lost and what I can give in replace of buying you lunch." "What are you offering?" "How about a long, slow kiss." "Deal." She came over to me then and put her arms around my neck, and with one hand behind my head she bent me down and kissed me. Our eyes closed, and as her tongue darted into my mouth and played against my tongue one hand kept caressing the back of my head. I couldn't believe how sweet her lips tasted and how soft they were. After what felt like forever she finally broke the kiss, as she leaned back she kept her hands on the back of my head and neck. "How was that?" Good enough to cancel my bet?" "Uh huh," was all I could whisper at the moment. "I get to do whatever I want to you right?" I just nodded, as she moved behind me. She then tilted my head back and I felt gentle pressure as she softly kissed my neck. The pressure increased a little and I realized she was giving me a hickie. As I started to pull my neck away she held on tight and gave a harder kiss before she broke away. I looked at her wild eyed saying, "You can't do that to me, I'll get in trouble with a hickie." She laughed and told me it was low on my neck and that my uniform would cover it. Then she pulled the chair up to sit right in front of me and as she looked up at me she pulled down my zipper and undid the front button of my jeans. She slid her hands to either side of my hips and then moved her hands to my butt. As she cupped my ass she gave it a firm squeeze. "Nice ass, very tight, and I love your underwear, black bikini's are my favorite on a man. Have I ever told you how hot I think you look in uniform and how many times I've wanted to grab your ass?" she said looking in my eyes but with her hands still on my ass. "No," I said. "I thought you never noticed me." "I've always noticed you, from the moment we first met and you couldn't stop staring at me." "What can I say, you're beautiful!" "Is that why you always stare at my ass when you think I'm not looking?" I just grinned, the whole conversation she had kept her hands on my butt and it was really turning me on. I was getting very hard and with my jeans undone it was obvious. I then told her, "You know you like it when I look, otherwise you would have said something." She just shrugged and then said, "Since I have you captive, now I'm going to give you something to really look at." With those words she pulled my pants to my knees and then stepped back pushing the chair aside. She went and lit a few candles I had scattered around the room and then turned off the lights. Then she walked to my stereo and turned it on, she found a nice slow R&B station and as she stood in front of it she started swaying to the slow music. After a few moments she turned around and started to dance. The dancing got more provocative by the second when finally she turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder and lifted her skirt. I was amazed, she had an awesome ass and her panties were a thong in the back. She was giving me a great view of her wiggling little ass and I loved it. "Marry me," I joked. She laughed and let her skirt drop back down, but then she reached under and began to pull her panties down. I watched as she slid them down to her ankles of her boots and then stepped out of them. She bent down, picked them up and looking me in the eyes walked over to me, put a hand in the waistband of my underwear, pulled them out and let her panties drop down my front. She then let the waistband snap back while never breaking eye contact with me. I could feel the silkiness of her panties pressed to my member and as she stepped away from me I tilted my head back and groaned. She was still dancing as I looked back down, but she had turned her back to me and as I watched she reached behind and undid the clasp on her bra. She turned to face me and as she danced she pulled the bra off with one hand while keeping the other hand across her tits so that I only caught a flash of her nipples. I strained against the handcuffs as she danced around to my back. I saw her bra flash by my head and felt her hands on either side of my waist. I tried to twist my head to look back behind me but she pushed her tits into my back and kept them pressed against me. I wanted to see her tits, but feeling them against my back was breathtaking. As her hands started to roam my chest and her tits rubbed my back both of us started swaying to the music. She began to move to the side and then to my front, always keeping her chest pressed against me and never letting me see anything. Finally she told me to close my eyes and keep them closed until she said to open them. I shut them and felt her move away, after only a couple seconds she told me to open them. I looked and saw her swaying with her hands above her head, totally topless. She had wonderful 36C sized tits and she looked so hot dancing to the music, I could see her nipples were nice and hard and perfect half-dollar sized. Angels couldn't be this amazing, I thought. She swayed back over to me and hooked her fingers into my waistband and without saying a word of warning pulled them all the way down. I was rock hard and she saw all nine inches of him, she just kept looking and reached over a few fingers and slowly stroked him up then down, then around the top, and finally running her fingers through my hair down there. I started to growl as she did this because it felt so good. She stepped back once more and started to undo the buttons on her skirt. When the last one was undone she looked at me and pulled the skirt away. I looked down at her body and was in awe. She had a flawless body with tight muscles, and in the glow of the candles her skin looked golden. I could also see her pussy was shaved completely bare. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." She smiled shyly at that moment and just mumbled thanks. Then went to the table and picked up the keys to the handcuffs. She grabbed the chair and moved over to me to unlock me. Doing so happened to put her pussy right about eye level, I marveled as I gazed at how smooth the skin was and how striking it seemed. When I felt the cuffs free from my wrists I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist. She squealed as I lifted her and moved toward my bedroom with her. As I walked I let her slide down into my arms and our lips instinctively locked into a kiss while her legs wrapped around me. I laid her on the bed and leaned back letting the moonlight from the open curtains in my room spill onto her naked form. She was still wearing the boots and it made her look all the more sexy. She didn't realize it but I still had the handcuffs and before she knew it I had cuffed her hands to the top of the headboard the same way she had cuffed me except she was lying down and I was between her legs. She gasped and struggled her arms a little bit and then looked at me. "My turn," I told her with mischief in my eyes. It was my turn to tease her, but before I began I reached over to my nightstand and took out some rope and two bandanas but kept these from her view. I started kissing her neck gently, then I kissed down to her chest and as I took one of her nipples into my mouth she groaned and began to squirm underneath me. I traced circles around her nipple with my tongue while my hand started playing with the other nipple, gently squeezing it, rolling it between my finger thumb and forefinger. I started flicking the nipple I was licking with my tongue and was rewarded with a whimper. After a few minutes of this I decided to go lower, and started kissing her belly and sides. She was starting to grind into me in anticipation of what she knew was coming. As I slid down I looked up and saw her occasionally looking down her body at me, as I took my time she would throw her head back and grind into me, thrashing and begging me to hurry. "Please." "Please what?" I breathed. "Please hurry," she growled as she twisted underneath me. "What do you want me to do?" I had finally reached her bare mound and was kissing and licking to either side of her lips where her leg began and this was making her go wild with her writhing getting more intense each second. "I want to feel you, I want you to lick me, I want you to make me cum." She had to pant out the words she was so turned on. I grabbed her booted ankles, spread her legs, and looked up at her. She was so caught up in the moment she didn't even feel when I wrapped the rope around her ankles. Before she could protest I had tied one boot to the side of the bed, I started to tie the other leg to the other side when she realized and tried to resist. "Wait, what the hell are you doing?" I didn't reply, I just finished the job and leaned forward between her legs. I smiled and told her that now she was mine. She looked at me, then each leg as she tested to see how tight she was tied. After a minute she understood that she was helpless and very well tied down. "I want to hear you say the words, ask me what you want me to lick." She let out a small scream and began to fight against her restraints breathing hard and heavy and trying to get free. I just started kissing and licking around her pussy and let her struggle fade away, finally she looked at me and I looked up at her as she said. "I want you to lick my pussy and make me cum, daddy." She snarled while glaring at me. I immediately leaned down and licked her mound right up the middle as my arms shifted to her legs in an effort to keep them spread. She dropped her head back and let out a loud moan. I continued licking her slit, hard then soft, up the middle and down. I licked on either side of her lips, and then I thrust my tongue inside her, again moving up and down. It was an effort to continue as she was thrashing and writhing the whole time while moaning and groaning and screaming. "Daddy, don't stop." "Oh yes." "Oh god," with a groan. This was all repeated and moaned while her head shook back and forth as my tongue continued its methodical torture of her pussy. I did this for a long time and watched her struggles grow more intense, almost when I thought she was about to break free because she struggled so much she arched her back, thrust her hips up and let out a scream as she came long and hard. She held that position for a minute until finally collapsing back on the bed out of breath. I raised up and watched her spent sweating body for a few moments. She just glanced at her restraints, and looked at me and asked. First Time Tied "Is that it? Are you finished tormenting me?" "I don't think so, it's been a long time for me and now that you're satisfied it's my turn." "What if I don't w___ mmph, grrr, mmph." She couldn't talk anymore as I had put a bandana in her mouth and was using the other one to tie around her lips leaving her very effectively gagged. That definitely got her attention. Her eyes went wide and she turned her head left and right trying to do anything to remove the gag. When she figured out it wasn't moving she just glared at me and tried to make some kind of noise, but all that would come out were little mmph's and groans. While she glared and her attention was focused on me, I pretended to lean forward like I was going to kiss her, and without warning I slid inside her. It was easy since she was still wet from cumming and her legs were tied apart. I was still rock hard and met no resistance as I thrust into her all the way. I paused when I heard her intake of breath but when I looked at her eyes they just half closed and she started moving her head back and forth and thrusting her hips up and down against me. I eased in and out slowly at first, taking my time and pushing deep inside her with every stroke. She began to match my rhythm and started making little whimpers through the gag with every plunge inside her. Her eyes closed and we started to build up speed as our bodies strained to get closer to each other. No matter how hard I pushed into her she pushed back, testing her restraints to the limit. I lost all self-control and exploded inside of her as I drove her into so hard I thought we would break the bed. We both dripped sweat and I hurriedly untied her before I collapsed into her arms. As I rolled over she put her head on my chest and we lay there panting while wrapped in each others embrace. "That was the most intense sex I've ever had," she told me. "Give me a little time to recover and that will just be the beginning," I teased. "You're going to have to teach me more about being tied up because that was incredible." "I've only begun to teach you," I replied. "Sounds like a plan, now, are you ready for round two yet because I can't wait to learn more and we're not going to waste tonight." As she broke into a huge smile and then straddled me with her hands on my chest, I couldn't help but think I was the luckiest man on the planet. First Time Tied You just got back from the gym. It was late. For you anyway. For just about everyone else it would be very early. Roughly around 4am. You put your stuff away, your little MP3 player watch, your hair ties, everything. Sitting down, you took off your shoes and neatly put them away. Maybe you were a neat freak, but you could not live in a mess. Even if it was perfectly clean to everyone else. You slowly stripped out of your sweaty clothes, stretching as you did so. You cursed yourself for having forgotten to stretch, again. You placed your dirty, sweaty clothes in the laundry bag and stepped into the tiny little closet that passed for your bathroom. You quickly showered, shaving and preparing yourself. You had dropped enough hints to him to come visit you. You knew you needed to sleep, but since your lady time had ended the day before, you needed the feel of him inside you. But you weren't sure if he had gotten the hints. He wasn't stupid, but sometimes he could be a bit dense and miss the obvious. He wasn't your usual attraction. Sure, he was attractive. That long hair just did things to you that few women could understand. But sexually, he was a bit vanilla for your usual tastes. He was great in bed but not as dominant as you usually preferred. But you were working on him. He was getting there. Why, just the last time that you two had been together, he even used a rope to bind your hands behind your back for the first time. You had broken his bondage cherry, even if it had barely counted. You stepped into the room, drying yourself off. As you neared the bed, something seemed wrong. Suddenly you noticed the head posts of your bed had ropes on them. You struggled to remember if they had been there before but just could not recall. Then you felt a presence behind you. You started to turn but a strong had wrapped itself into your hair and stopped you. Your sleep mask was roughly pulled down over your eyes and a bandanna was pulled around into your mouth, acting as a gag. You were forced down onto the bed, face down. You wanted to scream but couldn't not with the gag in your mouth. And you could not deny the sudden heat that had begun to build up between your legs. Thoughts began to fly in your mind. Was it him? Was he trying to surprise you? But this seemed far too forceful to be him. And there were all those rumors about that rape some time before. You decided that it had to be him. Who else would have known your door would be unlocked? It had to be him. Didn't it? You struggled, you had to. Even if it was him you had to struggle some. But a sharp slap on your ass cheek silenced your struggle momentarily. You felt the hands of whoever this was begin to wrap the rope around your wrists. Before you knew it you were tied to the head board with only your legs free. You tried to struggle again. But you felt his weight, whoever he was, settle down on you, pinning you. You felt his fingers probe your womanhood. You were sopping wet now. You tried to stop yourself from being turned on but it was nearly impossible. He slid a finger inside you, roughly massaging you from the inside. You moaned into the gag, half fear and half excitement. Suddenly his finger was extracted and replaced with something larger, thicker. Instantly you knew it was his cock. You moaned as he pounded inside you. There was no warning, no hint of the foreplay you had gotten so used to lately. Just sheer animal hunger. You tried to control yourself. You managed to stave off several climaxes as they built up. But there was no relenting in this attack. No restraint. And you exploded. You screamed in sheer ecstasy into your gag, grateful that no one could hear you. And he kept going. He never slowed. He simply pistoned in and out until you were lost, delirious with orgasm after orgasm. You panted into your gag as the latest climax wore down. Then he pulled out, as suddenly as he had entered you. Your moans were a mixture of relief and regret that it was over. A quiet thought floated into your mind. Had he come? Did he finish? You realized that you were not sure. Then something happened that told you he was not done by far. The pressure returned as he began to slide his cock into your back door. It was slow going. You were so tight back there from lack of attention. You began to struggle again, trying to stop him. You were saving this. This was not for some stranger. This was for him, the man who should have been here. Another sharp slap resounded across your ass and you whimpered. You knew it would only get worse if you fought. So you gave in. And you felt the heat building again. Then he was in. The only sound he had made issued from his throat as a guttural grunt as he finally penetrated to the hilt. You moaned as he began to slide in and out. Slow at first then he built up speed. Every few strokes he would slap your ass, nothing as hard as before, just enough to let you know he could. You heard his breathing change. His motions became more forceful, almost desperate. His breathing became ragged. Then, with one last hard push in and another loud grunt from him, you could feel him explode into you. He collapsed for a second, barely catching himself before landing on you. Then he rolled off and untied your hands and removed your mask. You looked up into the loving eyes of the one you had hoped it would be. You lashed out and slapped him. Then you snatched him into a fierce hug and kissed him deeply. Pulling away, he smiled sheepishly and asked... "Did I do that right?"