All Tied Up

Part 3

By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org)

Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved.

Story Codes MF Oral LightBd

       We worked out how the details that afternoon
over the course of an hour or so, Rebecca providing
sodas and chips while we talked.  Then she took me
home so I could do homework; such is the life of a
college student.

       When to do it was the most difficult part to
iron out.  My schedule was the most flexible; the
trick was in finding a time when both Emily and
Rebecca didn't have work, and then getting Emily to
agree to try it for real-I still only gave her a
fifty-fifty chance.  It worked out that the 'event'
could happen the next Saturday: Rebecca had off, which
was not usual.  I asked Emily late on Wednesday what
she was doing that Saturday.

       "I think me and Dora and couple other of the
girls are gonna to try out that new club, try and see
if my fake ID'll work.  Spend the night getting drunk
and dancing.  Don't worry, I'll let you study, then
come over tipsy and horny."

       "And if your ID doesn't work?"

       "We'll hit the 18 and over club, so I'll just
come horny; not tipsy."  She giggled at that, and then
we stopped talking, because she switched from giving
me a hand job to giving me a blow job.

       Later that night, as I was taking her from
behind in the bed, I slowed down my strokes and leaned
down so I could whisper in her ear.

       "I think you should blow off Dora and the lot
on Saturday," I breathed into her ear, as I slowly
rocked my cock inside her pussy.

       "Why?" she asked.  She ground her ass against
my thrusts, but she seemed a little taken aback by the
timing of my request.  "You want to blow off your
homework to fuck?"  She pronounced the 'k' sharply,
giving a lunge back against my erection at the same
time.

       "Of a sort."  I paused then, giving her a few
strokes, and then breathed even softer, "I've got some
rope, and a willing," I paused, sliding my cock almost
the whole way out, until just the head was poking at
her entrance. I slowly slid it all the way back into
her, as I said, "stranger ready for the night."

       "Really?" she breathed.  I could feel her
contract around me.

       "Yes."

       We rocked some more, picking up a bit of speed.

       I asked her finally, "You really want to do
it?" 

       "Yes!" she breathed back, and then started to
fuck back in earnest.  "Now imagine what you're going
to do while you fuck me!"

       I did, and filled her with my come in no time.

       -----

       Emily had early class the next day, and I
didn't, so I was able to call Rebecca in the morning
before she went to work.  I told her that Emily was
still agreeing, and that we were on for Saturday
night.  We finalized our plans some more; talked about
logistics.  Getting Rebecca into the house quickly was
going to be difficult, and we really didn't get it
worked out, but we made plans to talk about it again. 
Rebecca said she would stop by Friday night while
Rebecca was at work.

       Thursday night, I got Emily to agree to eight
o'clock.  She would show up then, not before, and I
would have the apartment ready for the big event. 
When Rebecca came by on Friday, she brought a package
in a brown grocery sack.  It turned out to be an
"Under the Bed Restraint System."  A set of fabric
cuffs and tethers, made to tie someone to a mattress. 
I asked her were she got it.

       "A single, lonely girl knows where to find
these things," she told me with a smile.

       We spent some time trying to find someplace in
the apartment for her to hide while I prepared Emily,
but couldn't come up with anything.  She's the one that
came up with the final plan for getting her in the
apartment.  It was almost military in its simplicity;
Rebecca impressed me with the cleverness of it.

       -----

       Saturday seemed to drag on, the clock reluctant
to give up the minutes before 8 pm.  I was feeling a
little bit of anxiety, not really knowing what to
expect.  I had just set up a sexual escapade involving
two women and an underbed restraint system: actual
bondage.  I forced myself to eat, know that I should
probably have my strength for the night, even though
my stomach really didn't want anything to do with
food.

       As the day wore on, I found myself re-examining
my relationship with Rebecca.  She was one of the few
people I really could say that I could have a good
time with; someone I could relax around and confide
things with: an actual friend.  As I sat and
contemplated that, I realized that our sexual
relationship had made us boyfriend and girlfriend in
all but name.  It made me wonder why we had drifted
apart.

       I remembered that near the beginning of the
school year, Rebecca had seemed more distant when we
were together.  She had blamed it on stress at work,
saying the restaurant was understaffed.  When school
had started back up, and I stopped working at the
coffee shop, it had been more difficult than ever to
get her to spend time with me.  It wasn't that we had
scheduling conflicts; it just took effort to get her
to agree to meet, not just for sex but for anything
else.  After a while, I guess I had decided that I
didn't need that stress on top of the stress of
school, so stopped trying.  She didn't complain, and
Emily came around, so I just let it go.

       I tried working on school work, to distract me,
and had some moderate success.  Eventual, Emily rang
the bell at a couple of minutes after eight, and the
show was on.  At that point, adrenaline took over, and
I mostly forgot about my ponderings.

       -----

       On the way to let Emily in, I glanced off the
porch, to make sure Rebecca's car was in the lot.  It
was, and I could see the light from the radio, so I
knew Rebecca was in it.  I checked to peep hole to
confirm it was Emily, and mumbled through the door to
give me a minute, then went back to the porch.

       I picked up a flashlight I had stashed there,
and flashed it at Rebecca's car twice.  I saw the
headlights click on, then off.  Rebecca had confirmed
that she had seen my signal.  I went back to the front
door, leaving the light on the porch, and let her in.

       "Hi" she said as I opened the door.

       "Hi" I responded.  My throat was dry.

       She looked as nervous as I felt.  She was
dressed in her normal street clothes.  Semi-tight blue
jeans, and a coat to keep out the November chill.  I
made a motion to take her coat, and she shucked it to
reveal a plain off white tee shirt.  I hadn't really
expected her to get dressed up for the event.

       We stood there in the living room there for an
awkward moment, and then she spoke up, "Well, how do
we get this started?"

       I led her into the bed room, which I had
prepared.  The bed was bare except for the fitted
sheet.  I had turned up the thermostat, and added a
space heater, so that the room was uncomfortably warm
if you had clothes on.  The restraints were tucked
away from view; all that was visible on the bed was a
plain black blindfold.

       "You should get undressed," I told her.  "And
we have one small detail to set before we get you
ready."

       "What's that?" she asked as she slipped her
shirt over her head.

       "You need to pick a safeword."

       She stopped in the middle of removing her bra
to look at me.  "A safeword?  What the fuck, Jacob."

       I raised my hands and replied quickly, "It's
anything major, just that anytime someone gets tied up
or something, there needs to be way for them to stop
and get let go."

       "Why would they need a 'safeword' for that?"
she asked as she resumed disrobing.  "Can't they just
say, let me go, or stop?"

       "For some people, being forced is part is part
of the appeal, so they say no, but that doesn't really
mean a true no, if you know what I mean.  At least
that's the gist of what the paper in the box for the
straps say."

       "What straps, and I thought you hadn't done
this before."  She was working on her jeans now,
gooseflesh covering her arms and pert breasts, despite
the warmth in the room.

       "I haven't, and you can't see the straps.  But
I want you to have a word or phase, that's not very
likely to come up during any kind of kinky sex that
means you really want to stop and be let go, for
whatever reason."

       "So if I use 'double with cheese' as my
'safeword'." She used finger quotes around "safeword",
which was kind of comical with her standing there in
panties and socks.  "And I say, 'double with cheese'
while I'm tied up and you're doing whatever with miss
mystery?"

       "We stop and let you go, as fast as we can."

       "That actually makes sense."  With that, she
tossed the last of her clothes on the pile in the
corner, and stood before me naked, and visibly
nervous.  "Double with cheese it is.  Now what?"

       I grabbed the blindfold, and walked behind her
to put it on.  It was a well made one, designed for
function more than anything else, and it did an
excellent job.  The lighting in the room was set low
to maximize the effect.

       I led Emily, now blind, to lay down on the
center of the bed.  I pulled the straps out from where
they were tucked away, and then grabbed her right arm
and pulled it toward the corner of the bed where I
slipped the soft fabric cuff around her wrist and
clipped it in place.  I did the same with her left
arm, taking my time, then grabbed first one, then the
other leg and pulling them toward their respective
corners.  After all four of her limbs were cuffed, I
walked around the bed a couple of times, slowly
cinching the straps down, until she was evenly secured
on the bed spread eagled.  When I was done, I sat
there for a moment and surveyed my handiwork.  Emily's
belly button was situated at the center of the bed,
her limbs stretched out towards the corners.  Where
her legs were pulled apart, her shaved slit winked at
me, the puffy inner lips glistening with her
excitement.

       I reached forward, and drew finger up and down
her pussy, feeling the moisture there.  "Does this
excite you?" I asked her.

       "Maybe a little," she said softly.

       "Good." I said, and then I stood up and walked
out of the room.

       

