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Tricked and tied
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY: Tricked and Tied [1+2]
Date: 23 Feb 92 10:04:19 GMT
I've enjoyed the various stories posted over the years to this group. I
felt it was my turn to attempt to contribute something. No telling if it'll
tickle anyone's fancy.
The Teaser
Tricked and Tied
by The Teaser
I met Casey in psychology class. There were no shortage of attractive,
even beautiful women in the class (including her, of course). But what
attracted me was her self-assured attitude and obvious intelligence. She
seemed to always have something different to contribute to class
discussions. I found myself making a point of sitting near her and making
polite small talk at any opportunity.
One morning after a late night of reading news, I slept in and skipped
class. I made a point of going to the next class to try to catch up. It was
quickly obvious that I'd missed some important material, and Casey agreed
to let me come over and copy her notes. I scolded myself for not coming up
with this gambit earlier.
Wanting to make a good impression, I spent some time preparing myself
before heading over. A quick shower, a little cologne, and a fresh set of
clothes boosted my confidence. I quickly drove over.
Casey smiled as she opened the door and invited me in. I saw that she
had changed too. For class she had exclusively worn long skirts and loose
blouses. Once home, she had changed into tight jeans and a t-shirt. It was
a marvelous improvement. Not only was her face unforgettable, but she also
had a wonderfully curved shape.
I awoke from my reverie and tried to figure out what she had just
asked me. She had two glasses out and was heading for the fridge. It didn't
take a genius to come up with:
"Hmm, what ever you've got," I tried.
She smiled. That in and of itself was wonderful. "Pepsi OK then?"
I nodded and pulled my backpack off my shoulder and set it down with a
thud. She finished with the drinks and handed me mine. Then she lead me
into the living room.
The living room was a strange mixture. It showed a definitely feminine
decor, but there was a large pile of boxes stacked in a corner.
"Sorry about the mess," Casey started, "I've got a new roommate moving
in. She just started moving her stuff today. She brought in this pile of
stuff, then headed back home. She's planning to make another trip
tomorrow."
She smiled slightly at this last comment. I set down my drink and
books and watched as she walker over to the pile.
"I'm not too sure of her, though," Casey said. "I think she's a little
strange."
"There's nothing wrong with being strange," I supplied. "Everyone I
know is a little strange in different ways. Myself included."
"Oh yes? How so?" She teased.
"Uh, hmm, no comment," I blushed.
With this, she sat down on the sofa with me and pulled out her notes.
As I copied the notes and asked questions I found myself blushing
continuously. Between her proximity and my dirty mind I was constantly
reading innuendo into even her most innocent comments. After a while, I
began to suspect that she was doing this to me on purpose, but I wasn't
sure. Eventually, I finished with the notes and thanked her.
"No problem," Casey assured me. "Can I ask you a strange question?"
"Sure, I guess," I replied.
"It's just this thing," she said.
"What?"
"This thing my new roommate brought in," she explained. "I can't
figure out what it's for."
She walked to an edge of the pile and moved a box or two to give me a
better look at the source of her concern.
"This wooden thing here," she pointed.
I looked at it. My first impression was that it was a wooden, human
sized, stick man. It had a wide base for stability, two slightly spread
legs, a 4x4 for a torso and head, and a wide reinforced arm structure. The
thing had obviously been constructed with great care. Every piece fit just
right, the wood was carefully sanded and stained, and there were no exposed
nail ends or bolt ends.
My dirty mind and personal recreational bias kicked in immediately,
but I decided to try to play it straight at first.
"Hmmm, looks human shaped to me," I started. "Does she do any sewing?
Looks like a mannequin, maybe."
"I haven't noticed a sewing machine anywhere yet. I don't think she's
the type," she said.
"Welllll," I said, "there is another possibility."
"Yes?" she asked with a smile.
"I've got a dirty mind," I warned her.
"A dirty mind is a constant delight," she quoted with a smile.
Emboldened, I moved to take a closer look.
"It's kinky," I warned.
Her smile could have lit several small cities. "Go on," she prompted
me.
"Well it occurs to me that you could tie someone up with this," I
said.
"What?" she asked with feigned innocence.
"Well, if I put my right arm here," I demonstrated, "and my left arm
here, and someone had a little rope, I'd be seriously stuck."
She came over for a closer look. "You're right! And look behind this
arm here is an eye bolt and some rope. I guess you're right." She casually
picked up the rope end and knotted them around my right wrist.
"And there's another one behind the other arm here," she discovered.
Nonchalantly she bound my left wrist.
She smiled as I tested her handiwork. "Looks like you're stuck
alright."
"Yup, looks that way," was all I could say.
"You can't move?" she asked with a smile.
I squirmed a little for effect, "Nope."
"That's a shame. I've got a confession," she grinned.
"Yes?"
"I've been wanting to kiss you all night," Casey said.
I grinned, "Doesn't look like I can stop you. I guess I'll just have
to let you have your way with me."
"Looks that way," she agreed as she leaned in to kiss me. I closed my
eyes and allowed my world to reduce itself to a tangle of lips and tongues.
A too short eternity later she pulled back.
"Wow! That was nice," she said, biting her lip. "And I've been wanting
to get a taste of those ears."
Again she leaned forward. She put her hands on my shoulders as I
leaned my head down to give her better access to her target. Softly she
nibbled with just her lips. A jolt shot straight down my spine and awoke
something a little lower down. When she started with her teeth and tongue
my pants suddenly felt like they were a couple sizes too small.
"Oh, my," I moaned.
"You like that don't you," she grinned as she stepped back. "Hmmm, I
can see that you do," she commented as she licked her lips. "Now for the
other one."
She again leaned forward. With agonizing slowness she devoured my
other ear, a tiny bite at a time.
"Jeez," I moaned, slipping into a strange trance, overwhelmed..
"You seem to be getting a little hot and bothered," she grinned.
"Let's see. We'd better get that shirt off. Wouldn't want you to melt down,
would we?"
I watched in a daze as she unbuttoned my shirt. Then with practiced,
efficiency she very briefly untied one hand at a time, slipped the shirt
off the arm, and retied the hand.
Again, she stood back to admire her handiwork. "Much better. Don't you
think?"
I nodded my agreement.
She again moved forward for a kiss. This time, she allowed her hands
to wander. She moved her hands from my stomach, up over my chest, and out
my arms. Briefly, she wound her fingers with mine, then she pulled them
back down my arms and around to my back. Down they went, finally coming to
rest on my behind. She gripped it firmly and pulled herself close.
Breaking her kiss, she again moved to my ear. My mind whirled in the
sensation of being bound, half-naked, with a gorgeous and very, very
friendly woman pressed up against me.
"I've got another confession to make," she panted.
"What?" I whispered.
"I tricked you," she confided, "this thing is actually mine. I just
wanted to be sure you were interested."
"Ummm, very," I replied.
"I can tell," she agreed smugly as she again attacked my poor ear.
Shortly, she set her hands to wandering again. They moved around to
the front of my pants. She brushed them across my extremely alert cock.
"Hmmm, you just seem to be full of problems," she commented, "now your
pants are too tight."
I could only nod and she rubbed her hands up and down across my
crotch.
"That just won't do," she decided. As she continued to nibble on my
ears, she unbuttoned my jeans. With a little help from me she worked the
jeans off my hips and down to my thighs. She left them there for the
moment, and returned her hands to the front of my briefs.
She returned her lips to my mouth as she rubbed me through the thin
cotton cloth. The world took a slow spin and the sensations vied for my
attention. Slowly pressure started to build up within me and by breathing
got more and more rapid.
Suddenly, she stepped back again. I gasped.
"Let's get those pants off," she said. She grabbed the waist band and
smoothly pulled them down to my ankles. She pulled my loafers off of my
feet, then followed up quickly with the pants. From the floor, she took a
moment to consider me, now in just socks and briefs. A wicked look crossed
her face. She leaned forward to nibble on my knee, as she removed my socks.
Then, her hands sneaked upwards and with a single maneuver pulled my briefs
out and down to my ankles.
She again nibbled on my knees as she reached behind the lower supports
of the frame. She pulled out hidden ropes from behind each support and
slyly secured my legs to the supports.
Casey smiled up at me and slowly began to stand. As she passed my
painfully erect cock her tongue darted out to grab a very brief taste. When
she reached her full height she gave me a quick kiss, then stood back to
take another look.
"You'll do," she commented with a grin.
Standing there, bound and naked, there wasn't much I could say.
"Thanks," about covered it.
"You're welcome," she smiled. "Now don't go anywhere. I'll be right
back."
With that, she dashed back toward the bedrooms, leaving me alone in
the living room. I waited breathlessly for her return, thinking only
briefly of the amazing events of the night, and the promise of more to
come.
***************
I'll leave it at that for the moment. It's late and I'm anxious to
post my work thus far. My intent is to get more explicit with the second
installment, and to get my "revenge" on Casey in the third.
Short comments are encouraged.
The Teaser
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[Subject: STORY: Tricked and Tied (Part 2)]
Before I get to part two of my story, I've got a random variety of
things I want to say.
a) Thanks to the several people who took the time to send me feedback.
I was wonderfully pleased that every comment I received was positive. One
even scolded me for being such a tease and leaving the story in mid-scene.
Grin. Sorry, I'm the Teaser for a reason.
b) I was also pleasantly surprised to find that the process of writing
these stories is an experience in sexual teasing for myself. You see, I
know how the climax of the story is going to work, and I definitely feel
the urge to just write that part. But, I force myself to spend pages
setting the tone and building the tension.
c) A big Thank-You goes out to the WizVax people for giving me this
opportunity to express a hidden side of myself without having to commit
myself fully. My current thought is that while B&D/S&M is an exciting once-
in-a-while twist, I'm not interested in making it as much a part of my life
as many of the ASB regulars seem to do. This isn't a slam, it's just my
current preference. WizVax helps me to do that.
Here's part two of my story. Enjoy.
Tricked and Tied
by The Teaser
With that, she dashed back toward the bedrooms, leaving me alone in
the living room. I waited breathlessly for her return, thinking only
briefly of the amazing events of the night, and the promise of more to
come.
******** Part Two ********
I stood there naked, tied to a wooden frame. I heard a door close at
the end of the hall and shortly later, the sound of a stereo being turned
on. I strained to listen for any clue as to what she was up to.
Several songs later, the stereo was turned off and the door creaked
open again. A moment later, her pretty face peered around the hall corner.
"Oh, good," she smiled. "You're still here. I was afraid you'd get
bored and head home."
"I figured I'd hang around a little longer," I replied.
"That's nice," she replied, sounding bored. "If you'd left you would
have missed this..."
I forgot to breathe for a while as she stepped out from around the
corner. She had changed into some incredibly sexy lacy lingerie. My eyes
started with the black lace bustier which barely concealed some very
interesting looking curves. My eyes moved quickly downward past a garter
belt and to her skimpy high rise black panties. Below that, a pair of black
mesh stockings continued to her feet. As I glanced back up, I noticed that
she was wearing fingerless half gloves on her hands. She spent a few
minutes posing, showing me the outfit from different angles.
"You like?" she finally asked.
"Oh, my, yes," I managed to say. "Unbelievable."
"I'm glad," she smiled. For a moment, she looked unsure of herself.
"You don't mind the little trick I played on you, do you?"
"Not at all," I assured her, "feel free, any time."
"Good! I will," she gushed and rushed forward to give me another mind
numbing kiss. I barely noticed as her hands busily worked at each of my
wrists in turn. When she broke the kiss to work on my ankles, I looked at
my wrists.
She had attached leather cuffs to each wrist, and was in the process
of attaching one to each ankle. The cuffs fit snugly and had a variety of
rings to snap things onto embedded in them. But, she didn't attach anything
to them for the moment.
"For later," she explained as she stood partially up.
"Hmmm," she pondered, "now how did I miss these?"
Suddenly, she look my left nipple into her mouth and flicked her
tongue across it roughly. She alternated between playful nibbles and
rasping licks. All I could do is put my head back and moan. Eventually, she
tired and moved to the other nipple. Any thought of losing my hard-on was
long forgotten as she set all of my nerves afire.
Casey seemed to choose that moment to notice my predicament. "What's
this?" she asked. Her hand snaked down and cupped my balls. The other hand
followed shortly and wrapped itself around my shaft. As her hands juggled
and caressed me she looked deep into my eyes.
After a moment, she gave me a peck on my nose and disappeared
downward. I watched her and she quickly kissed her way down my chest and
with no ceremony popped the head of my cock into her mouth. She swabbed her
tongue over the head, then slid her lips down on it ever so slightly. It
didn't take much to have me feeling ready to come.
Suddenly she stopped and stood up. She left one hand on my balls, but
stopped moving it. I panted as she peered into my face.
"I was so close," I complained.
"I know," she grinned. "Something occurs to me."
"Yes?" I prompted.
"It seems that you've been extremely selfish this evening," she
informed me. "I've been doing all the work." At this point I noticed that
she had nice long fingernails, as she used them to impress her point upon
my balls. She wasn't mean about it, but she got her point across.
"I'll be glad to help you out," I said. "It's kinda hard when I'm tied
up like this, though."
"You should have thought of that before you had me tie you up, eh?"
she teased. "I'll have to work out a suitable, uh, payment for that
oversight. Later though. For now, I think I can work someway for you to
show your appreciate appropriately."
With that, she walked around behind the structure. I heard the sound
of a bolt being unscrewed. A moment later, she started pushing down on the
arm support. It slid down the main post, but didn't twist. Shortly, I was
kneeling on the floor with my ankles and wrists still secured. She took a
moment to rebolt the arm support in the new position, then returned to my
field of vision.
"Much better," she commented. "I so love the sight of a gorgeous man
on his knees," she said, mostly to herself.
She walked over to the sofa, picked up a pillow and then kneeled down
in front of me. She worked the pillow in under my knees.
"You might be there a while," she explained. "I don't want you getting
sore, at least not accidentally... Now, where were we?"
She leaned forward again and gave me another long, wonderful kiss. She
kissed my cheek and around to by ear again. After a moment, she whispered
to me.
"Still with me?" she asked. "Just ask, and I'll let you go."
I whispered back, afraid to break the spell, "I'm having the time of
my life." After a moment I added, "Just get on with it, will you????"
I felt her grin, "All in good time, my boy."
She finished with my ear. I sat there for a moment with my eyes
closed, still feeling the little shocks travelling down to my crotch.
Sometimes I wonder if everyone's ears are directly wired up the way mine
are. I opened my eyes as I heard clothing being removed. Since I was
naked, it had to be hers, and I wasn't going to miss it.
Sure enough, she had reached behind her and undone her bustier. My
eyes widened to the painful point as I got my first look at her breasts.
One might tend to doubt my lust-crazed objectivity at the moment, but they
were the most perfect tits that I'd ever seen.
"You like?" she asked. She spent a moment turning her torso so I could
get a look from a variety of angles. I don't think I made a coherent reply,
but she smiled anyway, "I'm glad."
She straightened up slightly, so I had a straight on view. "What
delectable morsels," I thought to myself. She leaned forward to give me a
taste.
"Oops, not yet," she said as she pulled back a moment early. She spent
another few moments teasing me with them, pulling them out of reach just as
I got near. Finally, she let me succeed. I happily pulled the nipple into
my mouth and proceeded to suck and nibble and lick it ravenously.
Now it was her turn to moan, "Oh, very nice. You're good at that.
Mmmmm." After a moment, she switched me to the other nipple, "Equal
opportunity, and all that."
I have no idea how long she and I spent alternating between her
breasts, but I wasn't complaining. Neither was she. Finally though, she
pulled back.
"Time to move on, don't you think?" she asked.
Guessing what was next, I nodded. She stood up, and I was face to face
with her still pantied crotch. She stood just out of reach as she undid her
front garter supports. She then turned around to give me a rear view as she
undid the rear straps.
I was entranced by her wonderfully round ass. As she leaned over
slightly to start peeling down her stockings, I was able to lean forward
and kiss one of her perfect cheeks.
"Eager, aren't we?" she asked as she stepped out of reach. "Sorry,
you'll just have to wait a little longer, you naughty boy."
She peeled down her stockings. I watched in amazement as each new,
perfect, part of her body was revealed. What legs! She tossed the stockings
over into a corner, and reached for the catches of the garter belt.
Shortly, it joined the rest of her outfit in the pile. "Just the panties to
go," I thought to myself.
She drew the moment out. She posed in different positions, letting me
get a really good look at those terrific legs and appreciate the entirety
of her body. Then, she turned her back to me and started sliding the
panties down over her hips. I marvelled again at her ass, as she bent to
slide the panties over her knees and then around her feet.
She backed up to me. "Just a kiss on each cheek, then it's onto better
things," she instructed me. I eagerly complied.
She pulled away, and moved her hands in front of her to cover her
modesty. She turned around. "Darn those hands!" I thought.
"Hungry?" she asked.
"You bet!" I said.
"Gee, and the fridge is empty. I don't know if I have anything around
for you to eat," she said. I just sat and waited. "Oh I know," she said, as
if she'd suddenly remembered.
"I always try to keep a little snack with me. Let's see, where did I
put it?" she asked, looking confused. I marvelled at her acting. As turned
on as she had to be, she was still managing to play things out by the
script she had written in her devious little mind.
"Oh, yes, here it is," she said, moving her hands, "Right between my
legs. How silly of me." She shyly posed for me, moving slightly. "Doesn't
it look tasty?"
"It certainly does," I replied, soaking in the view, "You're a
wonderful cook."
She smiled at me, "Why thank you." She moved her hand down and spread
her lips just enough to sneak a finger in. She brought it up to her mouth
and took a taste. "Hmmm, seems about done. Want a taste?"
"It smells wonderful," I commented, "I'd love a taste!"
She again stuck a finger into her pussy and brought it towards my
lips. She "accidentally" missed and wiped a little around my lips before
letting me pull her finger into my mouth. I sucked eagerly on the finger,
trying to draw every bit of her taste from it. It was wonderful. The taste
was certainly nice, but it has always been the intimacy of the act that has
worked it's magic on my little brain.
As she pulled her finger out of my mouth I commented, "Nice, a little
bit of oregano in there?"
"Yeah, well, there's a little Italian in my background," she replied.
"Ready for your appetizer?"
"Is this a twelve course meal?" I asked.
"We'll see," she said with a grin as she moved forward and spread her
legs ever so slightly.
I marvelled very briefly at the exact positioning she'd made with the
frame. Then, I was confronted with her pussy, up close and personal. I
started with a kiss to her furry triangle, then one to each thigh. I slowly
nibbled up to her slit, and lightly kissed it as well. She moaned slightly
as I lightly ran my tongue over and around the outside. I enjoyed the scent
and inhaled deeply.
"Mmmm, that's nice," she murmured.
I lightly licked upwards, nudging her clitoris briefly with the tip of
my tongue before heading downward again. With a little careful use of
lips, tongue and playful nibbles of the teeth, I worked her pussy lips open
and dove in with my tongue. This seemed to be a definite hit from the
sounds I could hear.
I extended my tongue as far as I could into her, then pulled it back
out to lick around the edges and tease her clit. After only a couple of
cycles of this, she leaned forward to hang onto the top of the frame and
clamped her legs lightly around my head. She shuddered, and I was treated
to a nice rush of fluid. I guess she enjoyed herself. I know I did.
After a few moments, she pulled back. "That was wonderful! I think I
could get used to that."
"It's worth giving it a try," I agreed.
"I'm glad you feel that way," she said as she walked around the back
of the frame. I heard her fiddling with something metallic again. First,
she attached a collar around my neck. Then, she clipped a short length of
chain to both ankle cuffs before untying my ankles. Finally, she untied
each wrist in turn and clipped each cuff to my collar.
She then walked around to the front again and kneeled down beside me.
"I didn't want you to lose circulation or anything," she said. She
reached down between my legs and took gentle hold of my cock. As she pulled
me to my feet, she picked up the pillow with the other hand. She led me
around the room briefly (and slowly) and nibbled my ear off and on.
"Want a drink?" she asked. I assured her that I was fine, and her
attention was much more important to me at the moment. "I can tell," was
her only reply.
"Well, for our next course, I need to move your hands," she said. I
stood meekly as she unclipped my hands from the collar and reconnected them
behind my back. She sat down on the sofa, legs spread, and placed the
pillow on the floor at her feet.
Responding to her motioning hand, I kneeled at her feet. She reached
forward with her hands to grasp my head and pulled me toward her. After she
positioned my face to her satisfaction, I felt her close her thighs
slightly and cross her ankles behind my back.
I took a deep breath and went to work. With my ears covered by her
thighs it was hard to tell exactly how many "courses" I went though and how
long it took. Finally, my tongue was tired and she was satisfied. She
released her leg lock on my head and pushed me back.
"Oh, my. That was fantastic. I may have to keep you," she smiled. "But
now, for dessert."
With a hand on my cock and a little readjustment of equipment she
shortly had be standing with my hands again attached to my neck. She urged
me back onto the floor and leaned down on top of me.
Casey used her grip on my cock to position it at the entrance to her
pussy, then carefully eased down upon it. She put her hands on either side
of my head and held it as she kissed me deeply. Finally, she started to
move up and down. After all the stimulation of the night, it didn't take
long at all. I arched my back and unloaded for hours and hours.
At last, I settled down. Casey smiled radiantly down at my face. She
moved her hands slightly, to unclip my hands from my neck. I moved my arms
around her and hugged her tightly to me, kissing her cheek.
We cuddled for quite a while and talked. I frankly don't have a clue
as to most of what we said. It just seemed very, very right to be naked and
cuddling with this particular gorgeous naked woman.
One thing does stand out in my mind though:
"Next time?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes," I prompted with a smile and a hug.
"Would you like to tie me up?" she asked.
I grinned, "I think I can convince myself to do that."
************
Well, that concludes my first story. I've got ideas in the back of my
mind for several more, including my "revenge" on Casey. Again, if you have
any comments or feedback, feel free to drop me a quick note through WizVax.
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