Tina's College Education

My name is Tina and I must tell you of an evening I had as a college student. I was placed with a dorm mate who was quite the party animal. Loud and uninhibited...everything I wasn't...but I didn't mind. Going out with her made me quite popular. Of course ultimately she allowed herself to be very popular where I remained reserved. Until the one night.

My room mate Janice brought home who she said was an old boyfriend. Now the dorm was small, so it wasn't like I had a choice as far as the show they put on. First he handcuffed her and then blindfolded her. Soon enough he tied her arms above her to the headboard and had his way.

As they approached orgasm, he turned his head to gaze at me. Ashamed as I was at the time, it was clear to him that I was masturbating under my bed covers. He just smiled and finished his business with Janice. He withdrew. Janice was still heaving with pleasure, but he sat and looked at my wandering eyes. He was quite well built. One of the kind of men who looked quite normal until his clothes were off. Yes...Apollo with handcuffs. Of course, I had never made love that way in my life. The truth be told, I had not been with too many men at all. The closest think to kink I had ever gotten to was some guy after a party pulling down my panties with his teeth.

His words then shook me, "Perhaps your friend would like to join us"? Janice giggled and said, "I just don't see how she could say no". He didn't even give me a chance to say no...but he was gentle and erotic about it. I could have told him to stop. I didn't. I was so horny I would have trusted him to do anything.


All I was wearing was a large t shirt and my quite wet panties and he pulled them from my body is such a way as to not alarm me. He had a short length of cord and tied my wrists in front of me and laid me back onto my bed. He had a stip of cloth and I thought that he was going to blindfold me like Janice. Instead he gagged me. I got scared. Thinking that this man was making sure that he wasn't going to get no for an answer. Yes I faught him, but I wanted him just as bad. Janice....blindfolded and unknowing of what exactly was going on had no idea that this man was essentially taking me against my will. He held my bound wrists above my head and I was helpless as he mounted me. He felt so good...gentle, yet all business. Though he was not about to let up, he was genuinely good at knowing how to please a woman and soon enough I was lost in his clutches. Once my body starting spasming to his efforts, I heard him kind of chuckle and then he exploded deep inside me.


When he was through with me he slid my panties up my legs and back into place. Then he untied my hands and pulled them behind my back and handcuffed me. Still gagged I grunted and he pushed me into the mattress as he said, "Don't go away...it's Janice's turn now. Then he tied my ankles with a pillowcase he tore into strips of cloth and it was my turn to be blindfolded. I had no choice but to wiggle on the bed and listen. I heard Janice vividly plead that she didn't wish to be gagged...but then only muffled silence from her. Then the sound of Janice's vibrator. I squirmed...as shocked as I was, I also kind of laughed to myself. Thinking that even Apollo himself would need to rest his rod at some point.

I just layed there in the bed....hoping that my turn would come again soon.

Simon says....let's have a party.

Sweating for sweaters

Might have done this last year...but again raising a Sunday morning coffee to "Tight Sweater Girl". It's 20 degrees outside, you should be in a winter coat, but your body is much to hot to be covered with such a thing. So....though freezing your ass off and your nipples about to explode through the fabric you carry on your duty to always remind us just how hot you are no matter what. All men with a pulse much appreciate your dedication. Thank you.


...not really into the tabloids, but just what was Brad thinking when he threw this one back into the lake?

A girl's wishes met

Mika sat next to me and spun this tale. My friend and darker half, Mika the imaginary mouse, spins stories that are kind of like a bad car accident. You know it will be ugly...but you have to look.

So he told me the story of Jessie. Jessie the daughter of rich parents. Got everything she wanted. The epitome of spoiled rich bitch. For three years a man/boy named Seth adored and lusted for her to no avail. He wanted to be with her forever. She just liked the attention between the dates with the richer boys.

Well Jessie now 20 and well out of high school....and long since having dumped Seth was furious that her father finally said a word that she was quite unaccustomed to. That word was, "no". Jessie wanted dad to buy her an expensive car. He declined saying a cheaper car was good enough. She exclaimed that she would never be seen in a low end car.

So furious was she that she cooked up the idea of staging her own kidnapping to get the money from her dad anyways. Insane as it was she turned to the only man she ever knew that would do anything she asked and ask questions later. She lowered herself to find Seth and his budget apartment and knocked on the door.

Seth tried hard not to flinch at Jessie's plan. He was supportive. The same fool he always was in high school. Except who was the fool now? Seth at a reasonable pace suggested that he tie her up and take photos to get to her father. She agreed and soon enough found herself tied on his couch. She was gagged and wondered why Seth felt shifting her clothes to reveal her more was necessary. She groaned and twisted a bit and he assured her that photos that were more revealing would convince her dad how much danger she was in.


She didn't show it but she was a bit nervous at how vulnerable she was. This was probably the only man in the world she would trust with her scheme. Yet...she felt something was not quite right...but played it cool. He ungagged her and settled her nerves by talking to him as if they were at a high school reunion. "So what are you doing for a living now Seth?", she asked. He looked at her coldly and said dead seriously that that he kidnapped women and sold them to white slavers. She laughed...but the best she could she fought the ropes still pinning her hands behind her back. She twisted and said, "That isn't funny Seth". But Seth was busy taking off one of her socks and she pleaded, yet had no time to scream when she realized that her sock was destined for her mouth. Once there he used the same strip of cloth to lash her sock deep enough in her mouth where the chance of her being heard was not possible. He pulled her off the couch and dragged her into the bedroom. He hogtied her writhing body and she twisted and moaned on the floor while she watched him ready the bed for what was certainly not going to be rest.


"I pride myself and the price is higher for me not sampling the merchandise before delivery", he exclaimed. "This time, any money I get for your sweet ass is purely going to be a bonus".

He tossed her bellyfirst on the bed. He set her where once her legs were unbound her legs would hit the floor and her torso would be leaned over the bed. She felt her one bare foot hit the cold wood floor the same time he crawled between her legs and yanked down her panties. "You teased me for three years with words of promise and then dumped me like I was trash for a man with a smooth tongue and his dad's credit card". "If anyone was owed the pleasure....I am".

She squeeled as his long awaiting cock found her. Her mind drifted in and out as she was mounted over and over. She could barely comprehend what he was saying....except the part about probably being able to take his pleasure for days before having to move her on.


Hours later he bound his naked prize for the evening. A very enjoyable high school reunion party.

Mika then stopped his story and said, "This is the part where I end the story by claiming that these two were actually married and this was a game they played".

"Or not", he smiled.

Or not indeed I thought. I guess it's the decision of the reader. Either way, nothing here is real...right?

The Empty House

I met her at a bar/club. It was a club that she said she went to every now and then on Friday nights after work. We had plenty to drink and had quite a conversation. She had obviously too much to drink when she told me that because of the lack of attention her live in boyfriend gives her she likes to go to the club and have other men remind her how hot she was. I obliged her. There was no problem with that. Hot body. Reserved jeans and some skin exposed under her blouse, but the kind of body that didn't take reservations. I was 45 and old enough to be her father....but kept myself in good enough shape to pretend I wasn't. I told her I was married to a woman and came here on Friday nights also...."to be reminded how hot I was". That comment drew quite a smile from her and she was nice enough, though rum induced, to tell me that I WAS hot.


I wasn't sure if she was just being nice, but took it as an invitation anyways. Our conversation continued, it turned out she had much more to lose than I. At work she earned kudos for being the youngest school principal the city had ever had....24. Her live in boyfriend was a "starving artist". She wore the pants in that household. She had good reasons to be careful. Maybe it was because I was so obviously married that let her trust me.

I told her my story. Married 15 years to a woman now frigid and partially disabled. Have not has sex with her in years, but she is the first one to kid how her lawyer would tear me apart if I ever cheated on her. I knew she was not kidding.

She seemed to take mercy on me with her honesty. She said her live in dead beat boyfriend who she was "engaged" to was the son of an important school administrator. She said that to dump him would be career suicide. She also whispered that he was nice enough....but just did not understand submissive desires she had. I told her I could relate to that. She said her desires and fantasies were dark. I told her that her words were safe with me. She told me she fantasized of being kidnapped and dominated by a strong man. Though she cracked a bit of a smile, her head looked down. I stroked her cheek....and told her it was my fantasy too.

We kissed deeply. Her hand ran down my side. I told her that though not prepared, I was a good improviser. I asked her if she wanted to live her fantasy tonight. She agreed. I told her we could see "if it worked". We went out to my car. My car now far away from the crowd. I said, "let's begin". I asked her whether in her fantasies she was kidnapped and cooperated or put up a fight. She said she fantasized of struggling...and a powerful man subduing her.

I am only a man....and can control myself for so long. For years I've had abduction fantasies and once she gave her instructions I felt the need to make sure she was not going to change her mind. So with a quick look around to see if people were looking, the coast was clear and I opened up the door to the back seat and roughly tossed her in. She began to flail her arms at me, but I was given permission to interpret that as part of her fantasy. I shoved her down on the seat and her head hit the armrest with a thud....not hard enough to knock her out....but hard enough to daze her a bit and to give me a few moments to "improvise". I took off my necktie and gagged her with it, then took off my belt and lashed her wrists behind her back. The bulky belt was not going to hold, but gave me some time. She begain to struggle and moan in the gag as I grabbed an old blanket that was over the seat and in the back of my SUV. I somehow was able to tear off some long enough strips from it to use as bindings. First her kicking legs. I secured her ankles effectively. As predicted her wrists were doing a good job working to get out of my belt....just as I took another strip and lashed her elbows together. Quite now in control I now was able to take off the belt and bind her wrists properly. I used my belt to hogtie her and thwart any second thoughts she had of her kicking the side of the door at the wrong time.

I knew exactly where to go. My mother, god bless her soul, had just passed away a couple of months before, and the house was still furnished, but vacant. The house equipped with a garage connected to the house was going to make it easy to get my "catch" inside. For effect I blindfolded my hot prize before taking her struggling and writhing body from the car. I placed her on a bed and admit her continued frantic efforts to escape unsettled me a bit. I let her lay there a few moments until she tired a bit. I had to know if we were on the same page. I whispered in her ear....at risk of ending the fantasy....and asked, "in your fantasy are you forced or slowly seduced"? I ungagged her fearing that all I would get is a request to be freed....and my fear that I was too far "into it" to comply. Now ungagged she coughed and cleared her throat. A horrifically long pause ensued. But then she said, "forced".


She was quite startled as I then grabbed her hair and forced her head against my raging cock. She took my rod greedily. I talked to her in a manner where I felt she dreamed of. I told her that she was to suck my cock until she thought it hard enough to fuck her. I told her that when she thought I was ready to stop and tell me, "please fuck me master". Doing all I could to not explode in her mouth she blissfully stopped and spoke, "fuck me master...please fuck me now". Her head snapped back and she twisted her neck from side to side as I gagged my hot little prisoner once again. I tossed her back onto the bed and pulled down her jeans to her bound ankles. I untied her ankles only long enough get all that denim away from my target and to lash her ankles to the bedpost....wide and ready for me. I ripped her blouse and bra from her savagely, figuring Mom would have something in the closet that would make do long enough to get my captive back to the real world. She had the sexiest thong panties that expanded five times it's size as i slid them down her spread pinned down legs. Finally they tore and shredded off under the strain the same time I crawled between her legs. I wanted her to feel me approaching as I rubbed my pre-cummed dick over her shapely inner thighs. The way she began to moan in her gag and twist in my mother's clothesline made me wait no more. I plunged into her slowly. She gasped in the gag. Her privates were so wet and ready for me. She was so delightfully tight....a definite sign that her claims of sexual frustration had merit.


She squealed in perceived delight as I finally exploded deep inside her. Obviously quite uncomfortable I released her spread legs and bound her ankles together. The fight was quite out of her. I rolled her body on her back and began to fondle her fantastic perky breasts. She began to twist and moan a bit when my fingers also began to tease her pussy. I was getting quite hard again already, but was also quite excited at the thought of making my writhing school principal shake in orgasm. I ungagged her and told her to ask me to make her cum. Breathing hard she panted out the words, "please make me cum....please make me cum". I obliged by stroking her special spot and she was just petite enough where just when her body began to shake I stuffed my penis in her mouth to soften her moans of joy. Her body quaked and her soft lips vibrated around my rod as she came and came again.

Withdrawing from her I whispered..."in your fantasy does your kidnapper release you quickly? Or does he have his way all night"? Still blindfolded she smiled and said, "it appears at this point I am completely helpless and can only do what my kidnapper allows". I smiled and said, "That being the case, I choose to fuck you all night long....however way I choose". At that point she smiled and announced her intention to pretend she objected to my decision if I would allow it. "Please do", I said. She began twisting and begging to be released as I stuffed her panties in her mouth to quiet her. She moaned through the soiled fabric..."no...please no". Securing her panties deeper in her mouth with the strip of cloth I used as a gag quited her pleas as I untied her ankles to relieve myself. She tried to writhe away from me, but I grabbed her hips and pulled her back down into my awaiting cock. I held her down and fucked her like the captive submissive she craved to be. As it would be until dawn.

A Twist in the Game

Your lover likes to play aggressive games. This time seems a bit different. So focused he is as he binds your wrists in front of you. He fondles your breasts so greedily. So passioned. He bends you over the table and shreds your nightshirt swiftly away. Exposing you...so vulnerable. He enters you without hesitation....so ready for him....yet a bit alarmed at his straying from an accustomed routine.

Oh...feels so good. The phone rings momentarily awaking you from your trance. Your position has you able to see the lighted caller ID on the phone. It is the phone number of your lover....panic....squirming to get away. Your night visitor realizing he is exposed and now pausing to gag you. He is too powerful....you are helpless....submitting to his will....your mind looking for an avenue to escape....yet your body now craving for more.

He now has you well silenced...and continues what he started.

continued....

And so began her week of "torment". It was everything she alway fantasized of and more.


The scariest part was when there was a knock on the door. Her "captor" seemed to panic. This reaction surprised her. She was quickly and roughly gagged before he went upstairs to see who it was. She could hear the voices upstairs. She only was able to hear some of the words loud enough to hear. It was her dad...and he was telling his "friend" that his daughter left for spring break, but was worried because he had not heard from her.

For the first time she was genuinely scared. The thought crossed her mind that perhaps this may be the last chance she would ever have to be "rescued". After all....what if this man intended to not release her as promised? She was in turmoil...she saw an opportunity to squirm to a lamp and knock it over. She didn't...and tears welled in her eyes at the possiblilty that her lack of urgency was a mistake.


She heard her possible rescuer leave and he bounded down the stairs. He read her thoughts in her eyes. He teased her....the whole episode obviously exciting him....and she admits later....her also. As he rolled her bound body to her back and prepared to mount her he exposed his thoughts of keeping her forever. As his manhood entered her anxiously awaiting prize he began to slowly thrust in and out. He played with her firm breasts and commented on his dilemma of how he could ever let her hot little body out of his sight. Somewhat humiliated she orgasmed as she had never before. He silently relieved himself and withdrew from her still spasming body. He whispered that perhaps her permanent residence was what they both wanted.

Albiet after the week was over he did indeed release her back to the real world. She now free to go to him with ever growing lust for his special attention....and his trustful words of discretion. A true friend of the family.