First Person Ch. 02

Genesis of this story. To remind you, I set out to write the perfect four-page story and end up droning on. Sorry. Enjoy. A disappointing number of comments. Thanks for those who did. Please rate and comment.

Note: Ordinary actions and dialogue are written as normal text.

Note: Italics in this story represent the internal THOUGHTS of one of the characters.

Note: This story is written in the first person, as seen from the point of view of a participant. This is incidentally the name of the story as well for reasons that will become clear.

First Person - Chapter 2

I had on a stretchy top. Half synthetic and half cotton. She arms were around me from behind. She grabbed the hem of the shirt at the front sides and with a dexterous movement that I could not dream of stopping with my tied arms squeezed between our bodies, she yanked it up and over my head. The material caught on the neckline under my chin and she dragged my shirt over my face to the base of my skull, blinding me.

She giggled beside my head as I rolled my face around desperately inside the fabric of my taut shirt. Struggling to clear my face from under its material, but the stretch of if it kept it snugged in place. The tension between it and rest of the shirt and sleeves pulling it tight from my armpits upward and welding it to my head.

Oh my god! She had hooded me! With my own shirt! I can't see! My hands! They are tied tight! I cannot get free!

"Help!" I yelled a bit desperately. I was tied. My shirt turned into a hood on my face! Yelling was all I had left to free myself. "HELP!" I yelled out seriously.

Mags laughed in amusement outside my hood.

"Time for your gag, Lisa! All the TV girls get them!" Mags said.

Gag! No way! I've gotta...

"Help! I am tied up! She has me... HELP!" I yelled again, my voice only slightly muffled by the shirt material over my face.

As I shouted a last 'HELP' I felt something pull the shirt material into my open mouth and yank it back into my open lips.

"Mpphh!" I mumbled as she did a half hitch behind my head and clearly was tying off whatever she had just cleave-gagged me with. Some bundle of cloth. A thick bundle. It forced some shirt into my mouth and added its own material to fill the space with lots of soft material.

She is gagging me! Tied and gagged! Holy smokes!

My clit twinged which was nuts.

I was stunned.

"Maphhhh!" I yelled around the gag. "Sooop! Noaaah!" I could just open my mouth a flight bit wider than the gagging material.

She kept fiddling and the gag got tighter. It filled the entire area of my mouth with cloth. She could only get it so tight as I felt her knotting it at be top of my neck, but there was a lot of material in there and I tried to move mouth around the wad which let me form the semblance of words while still muffling me a lot.

"Maphhhh! Maphhhh!" I called her name to get her to stop.

What the hell is she using for this gag?

Then, suddenly, I felt my bra catches at my back released.

My bra! She is letting my tits show!

"Maphhh! Nooooahh!" I squealed into the gag. Wriggling. I could feel my breasts hanging free. They were a solid C cup and I had always been proud of them when they turned a man on. But this was Mags! Another woman seeing my tits! I felt them free and their weight pulling them clear from the cups of my bra which migrated higher on my chest. Then I felt the material of the bra gather tight in my armpits and its elastic stretch taut. Mags hands were fumbling around at the base of my skull. There were severl tugs as she pulled on the two ends of the bra strap back there.

What is she?

I felt pressure on the gag on the back of my skull. Then she stopped whatever she was up to. The pressure on the gag was suddenly constant. Pulling it into my mouth. Keeping it tight there. Then I got it.

She's hooked my bra elastic around the back of the gag! It is pulling my head back. The cups are across my upper chest and the elastic goes up under my arm pits that are held fight by the bondage and then she clasped its elastic around the back of gag material! It is so devious!

I leaned my head forward desperately, but it was hard. The bra elastic was pulling my head back, fighting against the work of my muscles. I knew my muscles would tire and I would cock my chin upwards to relieve the bra's elastic tension in time.

"MMMmmm Noohhhh" I moaned.

"There we are!" I heard Mags through the hood of my shirt. "My little damsel. All tied up and gagged. Finally, just like those girls on TV.

I pictured the girl we had seen on the TV - Juxtaposed myself in my mind with her. Both tied. Gagged. Helpless. Damsels in distress.

Holy smokes. I am so turned on right now! I cannot get loose. She has got me. A woman has got me. Where is this going?

I stood there. Mostly still though I twitched in protest some.

"Not as easy as it looks, is it Lisa." Mags gloated near my ear.

I felt her hands on my shoulders, pulling down. I sank my naked buttocks onto the sofa. Mags settled down beside me. I felt rather than saw her leg cross over one of mine and wedge itself between mine.

Then I felt a palm slide like a feather across my nipple.

I gasped.

She is touching me! Touching my breast! My... My... nipple is hard.

"Ho ho ho!" I heard her gloat. Someone is a bit excited by being a damsel-in-distress, isn't she?" Then absently... lifting my breast. Feeling its weight. "These are amazing!" as she lifted the opposite breast, squeezing slightly and almost bouncing it on her palm. Feeling its weight.

I moaned into that gag. I wanted her to think it was frustration. It was barely twenty percent that. The rest was enjoyment. I was tied up. A fantasy. Naked from being stripped. A fantasy. Been spanked and butt fondled. A fantasy. No wonder my nips were standing out. Mags was the first person to bring all these fantasies together.

I felt her heft first one breast and then the other again.

She exhaled noisily. I could hear her breathing. I thought it sounded rapid and uneven.

I liked to think she was enjoying what she was seeing and doing. To me!

She used her foot to push down on the bundle of my panties and pants, forcing them lower on my legs, almost to my ankles. Kept her leg with its knee cocked over my own knee where it was. She was holding and squeezing one of my boobs and I felt her position her mouth by the side of my head where I realized that one ear was sticking out from under the hood of my shirt.

"I think we owe it to ourselves to see what being tied up and made a helpless little girl detective, like in the show, has done to you, Lisa. Don't you?"

"Mooooh. Moooh!" Shaking my head as I protested with moans through that damn cleave gag.

She's not... she's not going to... She can't. Can she?

Then her fingers were there. The tips of them easing through my pubic patch.

I clapped my legs open and shut a couple times to block her, but it hurt with her own leg dangling there between mine. It was just instinct really.

Then her fingertip slid over the hood of my clit and I inhaled sharply through my nose.

"Ugghh!" I groaned into the gag.

Oh! My goodness! She is touching me! A woman is touching me!

Mags chortled.

"Wow!" She said. "This thing is really hard."

She flicked her finger tip lightly across it. Then again. Then again.

I gasped after each flick.

"Lisa! You naughty girl! Your clit is really hard!" She mock admonished me.

She used her fingertips to roll my clit in circles. Gently. Gently.

Its as if she knows exactly what I like!

I could not help myself. I groaned. A sexy groan.

Mags giggled throatily. Put her lips right beside my ear. Let her breath enter it almost softly.

I grunted and despite myself, I moaned.

Mags clicked my ear delicately. Then bit the lobe.

I moaned again while she kept circling my clit.

Oh my god! This feels so good! She has me. She is teasing me! I am... am... helpless.

"This is amazing!" Mags said. "Never thought this would be so..." I realized she was talking to herself. She was getting into using me, just as I was getting into being used.

I've got to tell her what I am feeling. The ropes. The gag! They are stopping me.

Instead, I lifted my hips upward hard.

I felt rather than saw that the move placed my pussy squarely into the palm of her hand. I felt my bush press into it. The movement also slipped my clit across her fingers and made firmer contact. I moaned.

Mags hesitated perhaps an second than then I heard her say to the world.

"OK, girl. I am going to open those labia! I am fingering you!"

Please! Finger me!

I spread my legs. I am sure my outer labia were open. I felt her middle finger pry my inner labia apart. There was not much prying to it really. The spread with a wet sound that made me moan. Her finger entered me. Slipping into my moist vagina effortlessly.

"Holy crap!" I heard her say to no one in particular. "Holy crap!"

Then she began to finger me in earnest.

Oh yes! My clit. My labia are spread. Her hand is resing on my mons. She is shoving the finger in and an out of me.

"Ohhh! Mmmhh! Ohhh!" I moaned into that damned gag. Somehow it just made me hotter.

Apparently, my guttural sounds only spurred her on.

She began to finger fuck me in earnest. Thrusting her finger in and out faster and faster and bashing her palm into my mons while flicking my clit with her thumb dragging the inside of her middle finger up from my virginal opening and across my clit.

I was starting to breath really hard under the hood of my shirt, mostly through my nose because the gag only let me gasp a bit of extra air in around the edges of the big wad of cloth.

Oh! OH! She is making squelching sounds. I am wet! She is jiggling.... jiggling... my... my... clit and penetrating me! A woman has her fingers in me!

I may be straight, but the notion of other women tying me up and molesting me... masturbating me furiously was somehow hurtling over my heterosexual barriers and tapping into a secret bisexual side I had never suspected I had.

She is frigging me. Don't rotate you hand... don't rotate that... oh! OH! She is doing it. I am being frigged by Mags! I can feel her breast pressing into my arm. I feel her bare leg on mine. Half forcing my legs wide!. I helpless to stop her. She has me. I am spreading for her! Spreading my...!

"Maohahgggg! Moogggghhh!" I shouted into my gag. Feeling the embrace of her sashes holding my arms immobile behind me

. I am gagged. I can't get free. I am being taken! I'm... I'm... gonna....!

"MashshhhhhhHHH!" I hollered into the now damp packing in my mouth. "Mmmmm Cmmmmminggggg!"

I rocketed off into outer space as I felt her thrusting her finger almost frantically between my labia in a rotating/scissoring motion that said she was really having fun playing with me. Harder than I usually liked. I liked it all the more for that.

She slowed a lot, but did not stop. She dragged her finger out of me and brushed my clit ever so gently and the change from rough to gently was enough to make me moan, pant and then I game again... humping my hips skyward to meet her fingers and encouraging myself to sink totally into the experience feeling the sashes binding my hands behind my back by straining and pulling it, while wrestling my elbows in the second sash she had tied them with and moaning unreservedly, almost savoring the thick gag she he tied between my lips as it pulled against the corners of my mouth. Helpless. So helpless.

It was shattering.

In that moment, Mags, my drinking buddy and neighbor had taken possession of me completely. I slowly tried to get my head around how it had made me feel so incredibly good.

The first person with breasts and a vagina I had ever let finger me! It felt incredible... amazing.

I lay immobile. Collapsed sideways on her couch. Floating in a sea of endorphins that massive orgasms fill you with, uncertain if I was asleep or awake and seeing what had just happened over and over again in my head when I actually could muster a thought.

Feeling dopy.

A while later, it could have been ten seconds or ten hours, I cannot say, but I felt Mags stir from where she had been lying, nestled against my back for quite a while. Her arms around me. Two spoons in a silverware drawer.