"The Whole Bondage Thing"

As well as the card, there was a present. I explained it was best if you opened it without your parents around. When you did, it was a pair of handcuffs, hence the whole conversation. Suggesting you tried them for the first time while there was someone around had made sense. At least if you got stuck, you could get freed.

So we ended up in your room, with you naked except for a towel wrapped around your body as I fastened the cuffs behind your back. It made sense as a suggestion and the thought admittedly left you feeling "a little warm". I was to leave the key on the window ledge and then go to the door. Once outside, I'd reach in and pull your towel away, leaving you cuffed and naked. You then had five minutes to get the key, get yourself free and get yourself covered up. If you failed, I was there to release you. Of course to keep things exciting, you would be completely naked and I'd threatened to spank you while I had you all tied up.

It had all gone to plan and here you were, naked as the day you were born, wrists firmly held in place by the steel cuffs behind your back, the key on the ledge.

"OK, first problem. Get the key." The curtains were wide open. "Oh sod it," you decide. If someone happens to be looking, let them look. As you move closer to the window, it's harder than you thought, especially without alcohol to take the edge off. But that tense nervousness is actually starting to feel nice. With the beginnings of a smile, you move to the window, breasts proudly pushed out infront of you. As you do, a nice shiver runs down your back. Turning around, you lift onto the balls of your toes and strain for the key.

The cuffs don't make it easy, but the restriction's half the fun. By bending your elbows out, you manage to get the key. A few steps and you're back away from the window. Time to get the key into the lock.

It's harder than you thought, turning a key in immobilised hands, let alone getting it into a lock. You manage to get it turned but then you drop it. Another nervous twinge hits. Still, you've got plenty of time. Carefully you crouch down and then fall onto your side. There's something sexy about the position. Hands behind your back, knees bent up, naked on your side. Kind of black and white movie heroine-like. As you roll on to your back, on top of the key, your breasts roll with you and you realise you're actually starting to get quite wet.

Now the key's beneath you, slightly too high to get to. Slowly you plant your feet on the floor, arch yourself onto your shoulders and push up. Each struggle makes your breasts shake, sending little tendrils of pleasure, the carpet teasing the skin of your bottom. Oh to have your hands free for a quick play now!

Finally you get to the key. You have to lift yourself up as much as possible to get room to move it. Again, you're raised up on your feet and shoulders. The lewdness of the situation strikes you as you realise, feet apart for stability, you must look as though you're entire body is contorted just to offer your pussy to anyone who wants to take it. The feeling feels good and you let your knees open wider, revelling in it.

The key's proving trickier than you expected to get into the lock and you keep on dropping it. Every time you drop it, you writhe around more, the sensations of which are driving you wild. Being this turned on without a thing you can do about it... It's both perfect heaven and total hell at the same time. The frustration is becoming all you can think about. You try and force your mind back to being naked and bound with the risk of getting caught but that just builds on the tense excitement.

With a quick roll, you're onto your front, crushing your breasts against the carpet, its rough weave making your nipples heat up with the itch. There's something about the way it prickles that makes them more arousing than usual and even rubbing them against it feels good. For a moment, you're content just to drive your breasts against the carpet.

It's not enough though. Parting your legs and tilting your hips, you can just get your vulva to touch the carpet. With careful movements, you get labia separated and... "ggggnnnnn!" it feels good. All the prickly arousal your nipples felt transfers straight to your clit. Slowly you start to move against it. You want to bring your hands forwards, to touch yourself, to finish the job but the cuffs won't let you. Your hands are so tightly gripped behind you, unmovable. And yet there's something perfect about that. The way your pleasure has to last because of them.

The carpet's getting wet from your juices. You feel like you're on fire but no matter what you do, you can't let it go. Suddenly you hear the floorboards on the landing and your door begins to open. Surely it can't be five minutes already!

"Enjoying yourself?" I ask. Oh god, how humiliating. Being caught rubbing yourself against the carpet, trying to steal an orgasm. But it's going to be such a great orgasm.

"Mmm," is all you answer. Giving in to the feelings over the embarrassment, you keep grinding.

"It looks like you didn't make it. You know what that means?"

"Yes." You're not really all that bothered, so long as you get this elusive orgasm, but it keeps slipping just out of reach.

"You agree to be spanked?"

"Yes!" you pant. Why won't it come! You can't get quite enough stimulation from the carpet. Can't get your clitoris hard enough onto it. "Help me!" you beg.

"OK. Let me help you up." With my help, we lift you to your feet and get you over to the bed. Still in the "almost-orgasmic" haze, you lie back and part your knees.

"Please." I run my hand between your legs, separating you as I do and touch your clitoris. Slowly I build up pace, a circling rythm just where it's wanted. As I do, I let my other hand play with your breast, kneading the flesh, tweaking the nipple. Taking far more advantage than I need to to just give you your orgasm. But then you're powerless to stop me. Not just the cuffs which even now hold your arms firmly behind your back, pressed into the soft duvet with the weight of your body. But also by the feelings the whole experience has awakened inside you. There's no way you even want to protest at this very moment. Realising that powerlessness to resist sharpens the feelings and one more circle of my finger and...

You burst into a powerful climax. Every muscle tenses, a guttural animal noise escapes your throat. Colours seem to blur into each other. Senses overwhelm you and you're lost to everything but the sensation for the next god knows how long.

Finally you come down. My hand is still between your legs, the other still playing with your breast. Both slowing. As you come back, I smile and then roll you onto your front. Still exhausted from the orgasm, you don't say anything as a dressing gown cord ties both your ankles firmly to the top of the bed. Your wrists are released then resecured infront of you, the linking chain tied to the top of the bed. You're stretched out, naked on your front, before me. As you try to speak, a ball of god knows what - cotton, maybe handkerchiefs, maybe underwear is stuffed into your mouth and a scarf tied around you to hold it in place. Speaking is impossible but you manage to murmur.

"What was that?" I ask. "You want to know what I'm doing?" You see me smile. "The second part. If you failed to get free, you were due to be spanked. Don't worry, it won't be what you expect, you'll enjoy it. Still, I will never force anything on you. You have the chance to refuse. Nod if you want me to continue, shake your head if you want me to stop."