Friday Night · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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The following story is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to any individual is purely coincidental.
Part I
I suppose I should start this with a brief introduction of myself. My name is Sara Greene and I’m 27 years old. I stand about 5’8” without heels and have a 34C-25-34 figure topped with strawberry blonde hair. My tits are nice and firm and I love to go to the store braless in just a thin t-shirt or romper and tease all the men.
I got married right after high school to a political organizer and started working with him. Our sex life was far from exciting. His idea of foreplay was a couple of quick kisses, a few squeezes of my breasts and wham, he would ram in. Neither of us really wanted kids right away so we kept plodding along. After about 5 years I reconnected with a high school girlfriend and we started going out to clubs together. We’d pick up guys in the bar and end up in two different cars making out with the guys. We’d almost always shut the guys down when they were getting “too” close. We called it “fun” but I’m sure the guys called it something else. I had a couple of affairs and eventually got caught. I think I wanted to get caught at that point because I could have prevented it and didn’t.
Anyway, hubby and I separated and I found a new job and looked for an apartment. I found the apartment near work and only about 30 minutes from my parents and moved in. I didn’t get much in the divorce but I wanted out and didn’t want the humiliation of having to admit to things in court. We even lied to the judge so we could get it over sooner. As a result, my economic standing and social life both pretty well hit rock bottom for awhile.
Along the route between my office and my apartment was a suburban park with a good size lake made from a partially dammed creek. You wouldn’t want to swim in it but it was nice to lie out by and I had seen fishermen there. During the summer I would sometimes take a bikini to work and work on my tan in the park during lunch. One side of the park was rimmed with upper middle income homes but the other side had been pretty well isolated by a new shopping center and had just a couple of homes.
As I settled into the new job I also made some friends and settled into a pattern of swapping quick suggestive banter with some co-workers. I did some reading and started to broaden my interests and knowledge of the world in general and sex in particular. I was still pretty much a babe in the woods but was getting more eager all the time. I had a few dates but nothing really seemed to work out so most nights it was me and my dog watching TV or me at the parents’ house mooching a meal or laundry services. One guy at work, Jack, kept hitting on me and trying to persuade me to go out with him. He was a manager in another department so it wouldn’t have been a conflict, but I just didn’t want to date somebody from work.
After awhile I met a guy who lived in my apartment complex. He did me a favor so I engineered a way to see him again and invite him over for a drink. I don’t know whether he swept me off my feet or I lept off them but after a few dates we were hot and heavy. I started to experience things I never had before. I started getting wet before intercourse and even had multiple orgasms. On a good weekend day we would have sex 3 or 4 times a day (our record was 7 times in one day). At one point he kiddingly said something about making me his slave and for some reason I jumped at the idea. I soon discovered he had a love of bondage and was fairly accomplished at it.
I found myself tied up several times including being tied to a table while he shaved my pussy (did I mention he liked that too?). He then used a combination of ice cubes and candle wax on my freshly shaved pussy to bring me to a shattering orgasm.
The problem was that he was just too nice a guy. He was taking things slowly with me not wanting to scare me and all the while I wanted him to be rough with me. I wanted him to hurt me and to use me roughly. I tried to drop a few hints but just couldn’t bring myself to tell him what I wanted. He’d tied me up and make me suck his cock when what I really wanted him to push me down and rape me or put me over his knee and beat my ass. He really was in love with me but the gentler he was to me, the less it turned me on.
After a few months I dumped my boyfriend rather unceremoniously and started playing the field again but with more confidence. It was the same old story again. Some first dates, some broken dates and ever mounting urges. I soon learned that fancy cars may imply money and power but it usually really means poverty and an overblown ego. I just couldn’t see myself telling any of these guys “I want you to tie me up and fuck me for all I’m worth”. I think most of them would have gone running out of the apartment or have thought I was setting them up for a rape accusation..
My frustration grew and I guess my comments at work became more and more pointed. The Friday before Memorial Day I happened to be alone in the office elevator with Jack. We started talking about the 3 day weekend and I guess my sexual frustration oozed out of me. I made some off hand comment about having to stock up on batteries. He made some comment about me needing a man who could handle me. I told him to be careful or I might give him a chance to try it. He shot back a smug “Anytime, but you better make it quick because I’m transferring out of state in a month.” The news surprised me and the conversation shifted to his new job for the rest of the elevator ride.
I kept thinking about that conversation all morning. My head filled with questions like Why not? What if he’s the one and you let him get away? What can I loose? How could I do it?
By lunchtime I had come up with a plan that shocked me. It was bolder than anything I had ever done or could even imagine myself doing. If I went through with it I could be known as a slut or I could get the fuck I needed so badly. The key thing was I could make the plans and still back out later.
I went home at lunch and decided to throw a few things into a bag. (I should explain that this bag is a big old Army surplus duffel bag. One of those heavy cloth duffels that stands almost five feet tall and is nearly 2 ½ feet in diameter and has a zipper down the entire side. I think it may have been used to hold a tent or something.). I rolled up my quilted furniture moving pad that I use as a beach blanket and stuffed that in the bag. Next came some “leftovers” from my ex boyfriend, 10 ropes of different lengths, a few leather belts that I had, a leather blindfold, and a half dozen clothes pins for good measure. All of that only filled the bag about half way so I added in a small cooler bag with some ice cubes and a couple bottles of water in it.
That bag packed, I went in my bedroom and pulled out my tiniest string bikini and put that into a separate plastic shopping bag from a drug store. My ex-boyfriend had given me the bikini and it was so small I never had the nerve to wear it outside my apartment. I wolfed down a quick lunch and was all set to tear back to work when I walked past my digital camera. After a moment’s debate with myself, the camera went into the duffel bag. I hope I don’t regret this I said to myself. I hurried back to work and walked in carrying my plastic shopping bag with the bikini inside.
I went back to the office and started shuffling papers and trying to work. I kept arguing with myself over whether I really wanted to do this and if I really wanted to do all of it. My mind raced over the potential reactions and the possible situations. The whole time I was thinking of what could happen to me my pussy kept getting wetter and wetter.
By 3 o’clock I was so horny I couldn’t sit still and went to the cafeteria for a break. I wanted to veer into the ladies room and relieve my horniness right then but decided that being this horny might be the only thing to make me go through with my plan. While I was in the cafeteria I took out a small piece of paper and wrote “Meet me in the parking lot at 5:15. No questions.” I folded over the note and prayed I knew what I was doing.
On the way back to my office I stopped by Jack’s office. He was talking to one of his staff so I sat the note on the corner of his desk and rushed out. I was afraid I was shaking so badly that they would think I was having a heart attack or something. I buried myself in work for the rest of the afternoon. Actually I tried to make it look like I was buried in work because I couldn’t concentrate long enough to get anything accomplished.
Five o’clock finally came and after locking up my desk I picked up my drug store shopping bag and headed for the ladies room. I hurried into a stall and locked the door behind me. After kicking off my heels I pulled off my pantyhose and then my lacy panties. I couldn’t believe how wet my panties were. I checked my pantyhose and they were wet also. I quickly took off my skirt and checked the back of it. There was a small damp spot that fortunately didn’t show because of the skirt’s dark color. I pulled my bikini out of the shopping bag and placed my panties and pantyhose in the bag.
I managed to tie the bikini bottom in place with what were now trembling fingers and put my skirt back on over it. I took off my blouse and bra and put on the bikini top and then my blouse. My bra joined my panties and hose in the plastic bag. With my heels back on I adjusted my clothing and walked out of the stall to look in the mirror. It wasn’t apparent that I had my bikini on underneath and if you didn’t notice my now missing pantyhose, you’d think I was dressed as I had been all day.
I walked out of the building and into the parking lot carrying the plastic bag. I saw Jack standing near his car which had now been moved closer to mine. As I walked up to him he asked me what the note was all about. I simply said “Just follow me, No questions” and kept walking to my car. I started up my car and drove to the park with the lake taking the road into the less populated side of the lake. I parked my car and got out as Jack was parking his car behind mine. I went around to the trunk of my car, opened it and jammed the shopping bag with my panties, pantyhose and bra in it into the duffel and then pulled the duffel out of the trunk. Jack’s suit jacket was over the back of the passenger seat in his car and his tie was loosened around his neck.
“What’s this all about” he asked.
“Just follow me, and here, you can carry this for me” was my reply as I handed him the duffel. After all, I had to walk through the woods in heels and he could easily carry the bag. I turned and started walking into the woods.
Jack followed me as I led him into the woods. We walked in probably about 300 feet and passed a group of big old brick barbecue pits that looked like they hadn’t been used in twenty or thirty years. I guess when they built the shopping center next to the park it discouraged people from using this area. After walking about another 100 feet I came to a small clearing. I looked towards the lake. The terrain, the tall weeds and scrub trees blocked the view of the lake and the far side completely. There were several trees with limbs about 7 or 8 feet off the ground so the clearing had some sun and some shade. “This should do” I said and took the duffel from Jack.
I put the duffel down and took out the moving pad and handed it to Jack. “Here, spread this out for me please”. While Jack was spreading the pad I took out a bottle of water and drank some of it trying to keep my throat from drying up. Jack spread out the pad and stood up and looked at me. What’s this all about he asked?
I took a deep breath and started undoing the top button of my blouse. I launched into the little speech I had been preparing all afternoon. “Here’s the deal. It’s about 5:30 now and it gets dark about 7:40 this time of year.” By this time my blouse was unbuttoned and I took it off revealing my tiny bikini top. Jack’s eyes grew round and his mouth fell open. Trying not to stop and loose my cool I continued my little speech as I undid my skirt; “You have that much time to do anything you want to me. But, if I am able to leave a half hour from now, I will.” I could hear Jack trying to suck in breath as I stepped out my skirt. “Are you serious” he said as I stood there in my heels and bikini. “You’re wasting time” I said as I handed him the duffel. “Here are your supplies”.
Jack knelt down and looked in the duffel bag and I swear his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw the ropes and belts. He looked up at me like a kid who just was told that he won a candy store. “You’re really serious about this?” I looked down at him and the bag and my eye saw the glint of the digital camera “Oh, and if you use the camera I get the photos and the memory card” I said.
I think that nearly made him cum right there. I knew I was about ready too as Jack dumped out the duffel onto the corner of the moving pad. I set the alarm on my wristwatch for 45 minutes (I wanted to give him a little extra time) and set it on top of my skirt and blouse. “Times wasting” I said, jarring him out of his rather bewildered state. Jack looked up at me and said “Get down on all fours in the middle of the pad.” I figured the average guy would probably tie my hands behind my back first, but maybe Jack was just going to ignore the ropes and fuck me right away. That disappointed me and I was starting to think this wasn’t going to be what I wanted, what I needed.
Suddenly I felt a rope being wrapped around my right leg just above the knee. It was tightened and then tied in place. Then same was then done above my left knee. Jack’s hand grabbed my left wrist and yanked it back to my left knee. I had to struggle to keep my balance and ended up lowering my shoulders to the ground. Before I realized it my left wrist was tied to my left knee and the process was quickly copied with my right wrist and knee. I was now face down to the ground with my ass sticking inviting up I the air. My mind started to drift into my submissive mode and I found my self slightly shaking my ass in the air.
“You really do like this don’t you?” Jack said as he looked over my position. “Um, maybe” was the only answer that would come out of my mouth. The next thing I felt was a rope being wrapped and tied around my right ankle. As he was wrapping the rope around my ankle I started to realize that Jack had some knowledge of what he was doing. The average guy would probably just have tied a loop around my ankle, but Jack was being more careful. I felt my ankle being tugged away from my body and looked back to see Jack pulling the rope under a partially exposed tree root. “Spread your knees he said” and I obeyed. I watched as he tied the rope around the root securing it in place. My left ankle was soon tied with a rope stretching to the base of a nearby sapling. My ankles were now secured and my knees were spread a good two feet apart
Jack knelt down next to me. His hand started to glide over my back, my thighs, the inside of my thighs and my ass. His touch felt so good I started to shudder. “God you are a horny little slut aren’t you” Jack asked. My intellect and vocabulary started to fail me and all I could say was “That feels good”. As soon as the word good drifted out of my mouth I felt a strong slap on my ass and let out a startled yelp. “That feels good, Master” I heard Jack’s voice say. “From now on you will address me as Master”. My heart started to beat faster, not out of anger but out of excitement of finding someone who knew what I wanted. My mind raced in 100 different directions until I felt another slap on my ass, “I’m waiting” I heard Jack’s voice say. “That feels good, Master” came my response.
Jack got up from my side and I heard him digging through the pile of rope and toys. I looked back and saw him picking up the blindfold and turned my head away. He knelt down next to my head and started moving my hair out of the way. He had some trouble not getting my hair caught in the strap and buckle but eventually the blindfold was snug in place. “We need to do something to keep this hair out of the way” I heard him say. He started to gather my hair into a ponytail near the top of my head and I felt something being wrapped around it and tied. He pulled a little too hard and I let out a fairly loud OW. “You certainly are a noisy little bitch aren’t you?
We’ll have to do something so that you don’t draw attention to us”. I felt whatever it was tied to my hair pulling my head back. As my head was pulled back my mouth started to open and I felt something cloth being pushed in behind my lips and teeth. As soon as the texture of the cloth hit my tongue I realized it was my panties that were soaked with my own juices. His fingers pushed the panties all the way into my mouth and I started to taste my own juices. Before I could do anything I felt some something being stretched across my open mouth, trapping the panties inside.
Whatever it was it was soon stretched around my head and I realized a leg of my pantyhose was being tied around my head to hold my panties in place. I felt the pantyhose being pulled tight and knotted then knotted again.
Something plopped down on my back and it took me a minute to realize that it was the rest of my pantyhose. I heard some kind of metallic click and then the pantyhose were lifted up off my back again. There was a tearing/cutting noise and then I felt a pull on my hair. My ponytail and whatever was tied to it were being pulled through something. Then I felt something being pulled down all around my head. I realized that the panty part of my pantyhose was now being pulled down over my head. I felt the pantyhose being tugged under my chin and then something being wrapped around my head from bottom to top and down again. I realized Jack was tying the other leg of the pantyhose around my head to keep me from opening my mouth. I felt him tie it off under my chin. It never occurred to me before that my head is nearly as much around as my legs are long.
I felt another tug on my hair and raised my head up to keep whatever it was from pulling on my hair. I heard Jack stand up and felt him pulling whatever was tied to my hair with him. My head was bent back against my shoulders in a rather uncomfortable way. I raised up the upper end of my body so that my shoulders and breasts were off the ground but my hair just kept pulling me higher. There was some tugging on my hair again and then it stopped. I tried to lower my head back down but whatever was tied around my hair pulled on my hair when I did. I tried a little harder and the pull on my hair was harder. Jack must have tied my hair to something above me. A branch, it had to be.
I had to keep the upper part of my body up or all its weight would be put on my ponytail. Just then I felt a breeze across my back and my hair started to get pulled. The breeze must be moving the branch that my hair is tied to. It felt a bit like a lover pulling on my hair while fucking me from behind.
I took a quick second to take stock of my situation; Tied on my knees in the woods while wearing only a skimpy bikini. Wrists tied to knees, blindfolded, gagged with my own panties and pantyhose and a windblown branch pulling my hair. Yep, all good so far.
Jack started to caress my thighs again and my legs started to tremble. “You know, we’ve worked together for nearly three years and you wouldn’t even go on a date with me. And now here you are, out in the woods with me, no one else around, tied up and completely nude. Oh wait, you’re not completely nude. Guess we’ll have to fix that.” I felt Jack’s hands at the middle of my back, untying the bottom string of my top. The strings slid down my sides and I felt my breasts swing free hanging below me. I felt one hand cup my left breast while the other was behind my neck untying the other string to my top. I felt those strings slide over my shoulders and fall away. A second hand now joined the first cupping my breasts and then pinching my nipples. I started to squirm as the pinches to my nipples got harder and harder causing my nipples to do the same. God was I wet.
Just then a beeping noise started. Jack’s hands let go of my breasts and I cursed the noise for breaking the feeling. “Well I guess the first half hour is up. Doesn’t look like you’re going to be leaving, but we’ll get you moving pretty soon.” I heard some footsteps and then the alarm went quiet. I gave a half hearted attempt at pulling at my ropes as if to get loose, when all I really wanted was to get fucked, hard. After all, one has to preserve one’s dignity don’t they?
I heard some more footsteps and eventually felt Jack’s hand on my ass again. I felt him slide the fabric on both sides of my bottom toward the middle until it was nothing more than a glorified thong over the crack of my ass. He slid his finger under the fabric and pulled hard so that my bottom was forced into my ass crack while the pressure pulled on my pussy. He rubbed his hand over my ass and followed the fabric of my bottom down between my legs. By this time the crotch of my unlined bikini was soaked. His hand hit the wetness of the bikini and I heard him chuckle. “Don’t worry h
Friday Night · Bound · Part 1 (1/2)
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