Serendipity

Serendipity

I had made one mistake. And it was a big one. Now I had to figure out what to do about it. And no matter how much I tried to come up with varied and imaginary solutions, I ultimately realised all of them were impractical.

Aside from remaining where I was until I slowly starved to death, I could only see one solution. I needed help. Fuck.

Of course, my Friday night hadn't started so badly. In fact, it had been kind of exciting. And despite the current reality that it wasn't going to end that way, very private.

I wasn't what you would call a dater. I was a private person. I liked my own company and didn't open up to others particularly easily. But like any twenty-two year old, I did get horny.

I wasn't a virgin. I had lost that at a party. Eighteen and drunk. Not my proudest moment, and a significant reason for my reticence in relieving my urges more conventionally.

The guy who'd had the delight of giving me my first and only experience of cock had been named Xavier. A posh, pretentious prick who'd spent all night chatting me up and slowly wearing my natural defences down.

He'd fucked me in one of the bedrooms, insisting that I kneel bending over the end of the bed. Not the romantic encounter I'd envisioned. But in a worse-for-wear stupor and with the raging hormones of an eighteen-year-old, I'd done as he said.

It was only as I'd cum that I'd realised what his real game was. Head down, gasping in pleasure, and a little fearful of what was happening to me, I had been totally oblivious to the fact that he was in the process of humiliating me.

I was shaking with orgasm when the cheer had gone up. Panicked and screaming, I'd forced Xavier away and started scrabbling for my clothes. Even then I had only been partially aware that several of his friends had secretly and stealthily sneaked into the room to witness my deflowering. I only learned the full story a few days later from a sympathetic friend.

To make matters even worse, Xavier had made a big show of the small amount of blood on his cock, proving to his audience that he had indeed taken my virginity. Needless to say, I never saw Xavier again.

After that, I hadn't trusted anyone. But it hadn't cured my horniness. That, I'd gone back to satisfying how I had since puberty. Lots of porn and self pleasure. It was safe.

It's a well known fact that watching porn desensitises a person. Men suffer from impotence with a real partner after becoming obsessed with porn. The effect on girls is less well known, but it's there. Porn becomes an escape. An unrealistic image of what sex should be. An easy way to get off. It replaces real-life intimacy.

Given my one traumatic experience, I was happy to let porn replace relationships. The downside however, is that with online porn, a bigger and bigger kick is always needed.

And it was that need that slowly led me into my current predicament. Where masturbation while watching two people have sex had been enough when I was eighteen, now I sought out more extreme engagements. I played harder, creating fantasies using props bought from online sex shops.

So here I was, dressed in nothing more than hold up stockings and a basque which squeezed my waist and acted as shelf for my tits. I was as good as naked. But that wasn't the worst part.

In my need for an ever bigger kick, I'd inserted a butt plug that try as I might, wouldn't pop out. And I could hardly remove it as my hands were cuffed firmly across the small of my back. A tight leather band that crossed my wrists and held them firmly. It restricted my reach. The plug resolutely remained just out of reach.

The cuff had been my big mistake. Sure, it'd been fun bouncing on my suction dildo with my hands secured while in my head I imagined being used by some faceless man. A sexual plaything rather like Xavier had treated me.

I suppose that was how I viewed sex thanks to him. A thing to be done to me rather than one I participated in mutually. I had zero intention of ever being put in that position again, but I couldn't escape the need for the orgasm it delivered.

It'd been a good session. Energetic, hot, and sweaty. I'd made myself cum several times while watching a looped video of a blonde girl just like me being tied and subjected to all manner of degradation. For her, it was public humiliation at a posh dinner party. Stripped naked and passed around while her hands were tied similarly to me. It was the kind of thing I'd hate to participate in. It was even worse than Xavier's less extreme version. But as a fantasy, it was an incredibly arousing experience I could relate to.

It played to my insecurities and drew its energy from my experience. That sense of threat and danger made my orgasms so intense, they took my breath away.

But after, as I sat in the mess of my own sweat and cum, gasping deep breaths, I'd realised that in my hurry to use the new cuff, I hadn't worked out the logistics of reaching the lock with my fingers. It'd been easy to clip into place. I'd done that by positioning it and pressing down on the table. But what I hadn't considered was that it wouldn't release without a key.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Two hours I had tried. Much of the time spent near to tears as I'd realised I'd delivered myself into bondage for real. Now I was looking at my only remaining option. Accepting an embarrassment far worse than the one Xavier had delivered and going for help from strangers.

My only other choice was to curl up on my floor and wait for a welcome death. A surprisingly attractive idea given the horror of presenting myself like this to a neighbour as I begged for help.

Even in death, I wouldn't escape the shame. I'd be found eventually and my name would be headline news. I'd be like one of those weird people found self-tied and asphyxiated in a wardrobe, with an orange in their mouth. A final embarrassment to myself and my parents.

"Jesus fuck."

I got to my feet and resigned myself to the fact that there was no other way. Luckily, I hadn't locked my door. It was just a case of using my bum to flick the handle down while catching the door with my fingers. I darted back from sight as it swung wide.

Several deep breaths and I looked outside. It was late evening and the sun had just set. A dwindling half light, but not yet actual darkness. Certainly, it wasn't sufficient to hide me if anyone looked. And in my mind, everyone was looking. I scanned around, convinced every shadow hid watching eyes.

The small complex of rented bungalows was spread out, around a green. Haphazardly placed buildings, emulating a traditional village according to the residential company brochure. The future of living for the young executive. It wasn't an overly large development, consisting of thirty small bungalow apartments set in a manicured lawn with occasional touches of landscaping. But as I prepared to venture out into it, it might as well have been a city.

It was a short dash to the next little bungalow. A marathon to me, dressed and bound like a slut in a porn movie. It was a run that would expose me to the road. I looked at the trees wondering just how much cover they offered. Not a lot.

Then there were the other homes. Windows people could look out of. My neighbours. It was bad enough that I was planning to expose myself to one. The idea that they would all see me like this was worse than reliving the experience of Xavier's friends cheering my cherry being popped.

"Jesus Christ. I hate my life."

I chose number twelve. One. Because there was a light on. Two because I knew its occupant a little. A young technically minded type called Stephen. He worked for an engineering company. That's mainly all I remembered about him. That and that he made my knees weaken when I did speak to him. I was certain he'd help me. To be fair, I didn't think anyone would turn me away. But there was still the question of embarrassment. Whatever happened in the next few minutes, I would be packing when I got home. I'd be moving far, far away as quickly as possible. Fuck my job. I was moving somewhere no one would recognise me. But first, I had to get my hands freed.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and ran as fast as I could. Not so easy with my hands behind my back and a butt plug pressing into my arse. I felt unbalanced.

As if I wasn't already wanting the ground to swallow me up, the cool night air teased my sex and made my nipples hard as I made the charge across the communal green.

"Fuck."

I saw the Ring camera doorbell, recording me clearly for posterity. I was material for his wank bank now, regardless of what happened. For a moment I stared at it imagining all sorts of horrors. What if the footage was posted online? Then came the realisation that the longer I stood there, the longer the video clip.

"Fucking hell."

I pressed the bell with my nose and looked back at the road.

"Shit."

It just had to happen, didn't it. A couple walking their dog. Don't look. Don't look. Please don't look. Could I make it back to my home? No. I'd only attract attention if I ran.

"Open the fucking door." I snapped turning back sharply.

The door was opening. Stephen stood casually, just looking at me. I froze.

"Sarah. How nice to see you. Is it double glazing? Or Avon?" He asked without even a glimmer of a smile. What the fuck was he talking about?

"What?"

"Well you see, I rent, so I don't want to buy new windows. And I don't use Avon products.

Or are you from Mystery Hot Dates Incorporated? Only I ordered the brunette."

I stared open-mouthed. Then the tiniest crack of a smile breaking on his lips snapped me out of my hypnosis.

"Let me in, please. I need your help."

Stephen stood away from the door and I ran inside. One pair of eyes on me was better than the whole fucking neighbourhood.

"Okay. Blondes work for me. But I'll be wanting a discount."

I wasn't listening. I only had one thing on my mind and I wanted it sorted as fast as possible. I stood with my back to him and wriggled my arms.

"I can't get these cuffs off." I blurted out.

"You look good in them. The black leather goes nicely with the ruby decoration further down."

Suddenly I was overly conscious of that butt plug. My bum jumped and spun to face him.

"Are you going to take the piss or help me?"

Finally, a smile.

"Damsel in distress. Of course, I'll help you. Turn around and let me see."

I wondered if he meant my cuff, or my decorated arse again. My blush was reaching parts I didn't imagine could blush. Even my bum cheeks felt hot. I wriggled my hands again.

"There's a small lock. I couldn't reach it with the key."

I felt his hand tentatively lifting my arms a little to see the lock.

"Do you have the key?"

"Yes, it's..."

Oh fuck.

"Shit. I left it in my apartment."

My knees felt like they would give way at any moment.

"You want to pop back and fetch it?"

"Are you for real?"

My burst of anger was short-lived. More tears welled up in my eyes as I grasped my stupidity. I'd been so concerned about being seen, I'd completely forgotten to pick up the key.

Stephen finally looked more sympathetic rather than amused.

"I'll go and find it."

"Thanks."

Then memory struck like a lightning bolt. I was mortified again as an image of my room appeared in my head.

"No wait."

He'd see the dildo firmly attached to the middle of my laminate flooring. A fucking rubber cock pointing straight up like a flagpole, covered in my cum. And my laptop was still open displaying the bondage porn I'd been so engrossed in. Fuck. There were even nipple clamps I'd been playing with earlier sitting on my little side table. I trembled as I imagined him opening my toy box. There were other things in there not intended for anyone's eyes other than mine.

"For what?"

My lower lip trembled as I stood looking at him.

"Erm."

My mind raced for an answer. Fuck. It was this or ring the fire brigade. Jesus. I couldn't even do that without hands.

"Okay."

He could see my pussy for fuck sake. I could see his eyes struggling to stay on my face and not dip to nipples which remained resolutely hard. How much worse could it be?

"Go get the key." I relented.

And hurry, please."

Stephen turned away and went out of the door leaving me standing in his living room like some symbolic sacrificial offering to the deity of BDSM.

"Oh Jesus fuck. God, take me now."

I glanced around to take my mind off things. It was little different to my own home. Everyone on the complex rented. Small furnished bungalow apartments. Practical and stylish. Not wildly expensive, but not cheap either. Only little touches like the colour of the kitchen units differentiated one from another.

Most people here were in similar positions. We were all in well-paid jobs, all young enough that we didn't want to be climbing on the housing ladder just yet, but with cash to live somewhere nice. It was a complex for the upwardly mobile. People like me who worked in finance or software, or in my case, law. I wasn't going to be a solicitor or anything fancy. I did background checks and research for a big legal company. It paid well. I wondered what it was Stephen did.

Aside from a hello and admiring his expensive BMW once, I hadn't really spoken to him much before. I thought he was cute. Not that I was going to add to my Friday evening shame by telling him, I had masturbated with him in mind once or twice. I guess after this, it'd be me in his thoughts during his private moments. And he had the bonus of the ring camera footage to drool over.

"The door's locked."

I turned back at Stephen's voice as he came back inside. Relief and horror raced through me in equal measure. No instant solution, but at least he hadn't seen my playground. A short-lived blessing.

"I can see the key through the window. It's on the floor by ... it's on the floor."

My crimson cheeks became a burning fire. I knew exactly what the key was beside. And so did he. Now.

How much fucking worse could this get. I started to shake.

"You want me to take that plug out of ... to make you more comfortable. Then you can at least sit down while I see if I can find something to cut the cuff off."

At this point, I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. Having this near stranger remove my butt plug would be about the final humiliation. But what he was suggesting was also practical.

"Please."

My voice was almost inaudible as I turned to face away. I didn't want him to see the terror in my eyes as he touched my bum hole.

"You're shaking."

"No shit."

I felt his hand spreading my arse cheeks. The ultimate embarrassment. Then a gentle tugging sensation as it came away. I clenched my cheeks immediately and turned again. Suddenly, having him look at my tits was preferable to him seeing my stretched arse hole.

"Thank you."

He momentarily looked at my toy before placing it on the side.

"Reminds me of a champagne cork. Pop it out for access to the delights contained there in."

I quivered from head to toe at the thought that he saw my arse hole as being any form of delight.

I wouldn't be playing ever again. After this, I was going completely non sex. I'd be a nun. Perhaps there was something I could buy online to stop me getting horny.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you're a very attractive girl." He said as I perched myself on the edge of his sofa. Was he hitting on me?

"I mean, I get sexy play. I just wonder why you're all alone doing it when you look like you do?"

"I thought you liked brunettes."

He laughed.

"I like blondes as well.

But that's not an answer. Why are you wasting your time on solo games?"

"Because I don't have a boyfriend," I mumbled.

What had it got to do with him how I got my kicks? I just wanted him to get the damn cuff off my wrists.

Stephen wasn't finished.

"Again. Look at you."

"I wish you wouldn't."

"You're every man's dream. You could have your pick of men. So how are you even single?"

I looked down at my stockinged legs to avoid his gaze. I liked my legs. And they looked great in stockings.

"It's easier."

I took a deep breath and gave him a minor admission.

"Someone did something to me once and ... after that, I didn't have a lot of trust."

"Sorry."

He sounded genuine. That was nice.

Further up my thighs, my smooth pussy nestled between them, a few inches below the corset. A tender pink slit on full display. Short of bending double, I wasn't going to stop him seeing it.

I looked at my tits. Lifted and pushed forward by the tight corset, hard nipples pointing straight out, just above the material. I remembered he was seeing all this. My naked body, contained only by the harlot crimson peek-a-boo corset. Sexy in private. The stuff of sexual fantasies and whores in his apartment. If anyone looked in from outside right now, they'd be assuming I was being paid for kinky sex.

"I thought you were going to find something to cut my cuff off." I reminded him with some strength returning to my voice.

He lifted his hand and ran it through his hair.

"Er. Yeah. Not sure what though. I don't have any tools. I'm not the DIY type. That's more your department."

I cringed.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

I'd have told him to fuck off if I wasn't so desperate for his help.

"I thought you were an engineer or something?"

"Yeah. Just not the kind who uses tools."

What other kind was there?

"You must have something. Scissors? Cut the leather."

"Hold on. Don't go anywhere."

Where was I likely to go? Was there a burlesque show in town? A nice side hustle for me?

Stephen moved quickly, rushing to his kitchen area. I watched as he rummaged through a drawer.

"Bingo."

At last. I stood up and turned my back to him so he could cut me free. I felt the cold of metal on my arm and the tugging and pulling as he tried to cut the leather. I felt my bare bum brushing against his trousers.

"It's not cutting. The blades are twisting. Try kneeling so I can get a better angle."

I did as he said, finding myself on my knees as he stood over me from behind. He could see over my shoulder. A clear view down onto my tits where they were lifted to look like two creamy white melons.

"I hope you're looking at what you're doing."

Stephen was trying again with the scissors.

"I won't deny I'm being distracted. It's not every day I have the most beautiful girl in the complex kneeling at my feet."

I sighed, giving up on any pretence of dignity.

"You forgot to add naked."

"That as well.

Perhaps you can come back after this and we can have a more conventional meeting. A coffee, or a meal or something?

You can wear clothes if you like. Or consider them optional."

I rolled my eyes.

"After this. I'm moving to another country. Tibet maybe."

"That'd be a shame."

I noticed he'd stopped with the scissors.

"After, being the operative word here. Minor issue. My hands are still cuffed."

I waved them the little I could to emphasise the fact that I wanted to be free.

"Yeah. About that. The scissors aren't touching it. Good quality toys. Not so good quality scissors. I only have them for opening sachets of rice."

I felt deflated.

"My hands are tingling. They've been stuck like this for hours."

"Good session then?"

"No. I was struggling to get myself free for two hours. You think running over here naked was my first choice?"

"Be nice if it were."

"Be nice if you had a fucking decent pair of scissors. Or a Stanley knife."

"Sorry."

I shuffled around and leaned against the sofa with my knees up. Stephen was towering over me when I looked up.

"It'd also help if you weren't staring at my tits all the while."

I'd given up being embarrassed. There was nothing more I could be ashamed of.

"Perhaps if they weren't so nice."

I glared at him.

"So what do you want next time? An ugly bird asking for help after she's ..."

"Masturbated?

No thanks. I'll stick with the pretty blonde."

Masturbated. Great. He was putting it into words. I couldn't have felt more shameful. I supposed he could have made it sound even more dirty by saying, frigging or flicking the bean, or some other awful sounding term outside of a relationship.

"You didn't have to say it out loud. I'm not proud of it."

"Everyone does it. What's to be ashamed of?"

"Yeah. Well. Not everyone ties themselves up to ride their dildo, do they."

He shrugged.

"Looks like you had fun though. That dildo stuck to your floor looked pretty realistic.

All those others. They're just boring. You have imagination."

"Well, it's not fun now.

Shouldn't you be trying to think of something else to get me free?"

My eyes dropped to his groin. I don't know why I felt the need to look there. And I immediately wished I hadn't.

"Oh fuck. Have you got a hard-on?"

"Hey. I can't help it. Look at you. You're hot. And, sorry to mention it, but you're naked."

My thighs pressed tighter together which entirely failed to hide my pussy, but did succeed in making me horny again. Just what I didn't need.

"Thanks for reminding me."

I glanced around his room desperately looking for distraction and inspiration.

"You're a pretty shit neighbour, you know that right? You're supposed to have tools and be supportive. Doing things like putting shelves up or something for the helpless little girl next door.

And rescue her when she gets herself tied up like a fucking bondage Queen."

"I put shelves up once. They were crooked and fell down a week later. Told you. I'm useless at DIY."

"You're pretty fucking useless at rescues as well."

"I can do bondage though. I can tie a mean knot in a silk scarf. Probably not as good as you admittedly. But I also don't lose the key when my girlfriends are cuffed."

"Bondage. Please, will you stop reminding me."

"It's just for future reference. In case you need any assistance next time you feel the need to be trussed up to get off. I'm just next door. Always happy to help."

I tutted irritably. I was desperately wanting to get free, and he was offering to tie me up again.

"Thanks. I'll bear that in mind."

I looked up to find Stephen still staring down at me. He seemed to be looking into my soul. I felt he was seeing the rotten, depravity that resided there and I couldn't hold his gaze.

"Sorry. I'm forgetting my manners." He suddenly announced with a renewed cheerfulness.

"Can I get you a drink, or something to eat?"

I lifted my head and stared at him in disbelief.

"This isn't a fucking date. I didn't come here for a cheese and wine party. Nibbles on the side and romantic fucking music."

"No. Sorry. I suppose not."

By this point, I was convinced I was destined to be stuck like this. What was I to do? Stay here and hope Stephen actually did something helpful or try my luck going from door to door?

"Be nice if you did come back for cheese and wine. Or a Chinese?"

I started laughing. Here I was. An escapee from a live action porn show, and he was acting like he was asking the girl-next-door type for a date. The absurdity of the situation started me giggling.

"If I don't get these cuffs off, I could be here every night. Someone is going to have to feed me. I could be your helpless little pet you have to care for."

"Be careful. You're not exactly encouraging me to help you get those cuffs off with an incentive like that."

I sniggered again. I think I was beyond embarrassed by this point. Instead, I was beginning to find his humour at my predicament infectious. I could try another of my neighbours, but that meant venturing out alone again. A tiny part of me didn't want to be alone. Not like this. I needed Stephen's emotional support, even if that was all he was offering.

"You're not exactly helping anyway."

"Yeah. Sorry. Like I said. I'm not good at practical things."

"What are you good at? Other than offering to make my situation worse with silk scarves?"

"Design. That's what I do. I design things. Electronic gadgets for cars mostly. You know the sort of thing. Aftermarket head-up displays, dash cams. That kind of thing. I work for a U. K. company that supplies markets all over the world with innovative solutions to problems the motorist never knew he had. All made in China though."

"And yet you aren't practical?"

"No. I'm not Chinese."

"Neither were the Victorians and they managed practical things."

"I can see a thing in my head and draw it on a computer. But don't ask me to fit it."

"Hmm. Any chance you can design some quick-release cuffs?"

He sat down next to me. An absolutely surreal picture. Me in nothing but stockings and a basque with my hands still secured behind my back. Him in chinos and a shirt looking entirely normal. Only the second man to see me naked. And the only one to see me dressed like a tart with a butt plug.

"You could ask the neighbours for me," I said thinking out loud.

"For someone Chinese?"

"No, you dork. For a sharp knife, or something to break the lock."

"It's getting late. Don't you think it would be a bit rude to knock people up at this hour?"

"Stephen. I don't fucking care. I can't spend all night like this. My hands are going dead."

He sat grinning at me, as if a cheeky smile was going to make everything alright. I couldn't help but laugh again. He was absolutely fucking useless, but I couldn't help but like him.

"Shuffle round and I'll rub them for you."

Not my number one plan, but the ache was becoming unbearable. My hands were nearly dead. I rolled onto my knees and edged myself around so that he could get to them.

His touch was very soft. A gentle rubbing of my hands and fingers to get the blood flowing again. It did feel nice and it did alleviate the dull ache in my wrists.

"Higher up. My elbows. They hurt."

His hands glided higher and massaged my upper arms and the crook of my elbows. I hadn't calculated how that particular spot made me tingle.

"Huh."

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No. It's just...

Keep going. My arms are coming back to life."

He continued with his massage as I tried to avoid the evident arousal it was causing me.

"Uh."

Another gasp escaped as he reached my shoulders. I should have told him to stop but my voice deserted me.

"Does that feel better?"

"Yes."

I swallowed hard to settle the shudder in my voice.

"You're good at massages," I added.

"Thank you. I like giving them. It's a pleasure to work out the knots and help someone to relax."

He started kneading my shoulder and neck. Fuck. It did feel good.

"Someone? Your girlfriend?"

"Not for some time. I'm single."

A quiver raced up my spine at hearing that.

"Was that after your shelves fell down?"

His hands were becoming more adventurous, running down my spine, almost to my arse. Then upwards, over my waist to brush ever so close to the sides of my tits. Never quite touching where he shouldn't, but close enough to have me shivering with an excitement I hadn't expected.

"No. The shelves fell down after I'd left her and moved in here. I can show you the holes if you like."

"Why not. You've seen mine."

Fuck. Had I said that out loud?

"Yours are much nicer than the ones in my wall."

I was silent. Too frightened to say another word. The constant quiver in my body spoke volumes though.

"Why don't you trust men? What did someone do that was so bad?"

He lifted my hair and stroked my neck.

"Hmmm."

I was fairly sure that wasn't a technique recognised by most masseurs

"He made a fool of me. To his friends."

I found myself leaning forward. Becoming submissive, how I'd imagined being in my fantasy before it had all gone so horribly wrong.

"He let them watch without me knowing.

And I was a virgin."

"That's horrendous."

Those hands were on my hips, reaching to touch the tops of my thighs. I still wasn't stopping him. It felt sensuous and exciting. My entire being was calling out to him. Only my voice was refusing to say it.

"Sex is such a beautiful thing. It's terrible that anyone would do such a thing that they would leave you so fearful that you need to get off alone."

Oh god. He was making me feel so horny. And it was nice to have a man's hands on me. His hands. I found myself dipping even further forward. My face touched the laminate and my arse raised toward him. Nothing remained hidden from his sight.

"Uhh."

I didn't object when he began caressing by butt cheeks. He had a clear view of my arse and pussy pushing out from between my crack and thighs. I didn't care any more.

"Would you like me to show you how much better than latex rubber the real thing is?"

"Promise me, no friends."

"Promise. Just you and me."

I was so wet. Something he could see. I heard his fly and the ruffle of trousers being removed. My head went to his floor with my arse high, exposed.

"Oh god."

He kissed me right on my sex and I jolted with shock and need.

"You have the neatest, most beautiful pussy I've ever seen."

More kisses, around it, teasing my juices. I was in a daze as what had been an unobtainable fantasy just a few hours ago began to come true.

"Uhh."

No. It was far, far better than any fantasy. No dildo could tease my slit like he had just done.

"Fuck."

Kisses became his tongue. A flexible muscle exploring the seat of my horniness. I willed him on, wanting him to lick my pussy and arse. It felt so good. My head swooned when he drew the flat of it up my length ending only when I sat right on my tight little bum hole.

"Uhh."

His tongue pressed my flesh aside. His lips were against my vulva. I shuddered as he teased my pussy, lapping away my gushing fluids as if it were a delicacy. Stephen ate me out as I stayed kneeling, secured like a slave victim. And it was fucking amazing.

When he found my clit, I almost came on his face.

"Oh my fucking god."

Only his grip on my hips kept me in place. Otherwise, I would have launched myself across the room.

"Oh fuck."

Again and again he flicked at my bean sending jolts of ecstasy up my spine and down my thighs.

Stephen had the measure of me. He knew precisely when I was about to explode and stopped just as I teetered on the edge, gasping and sweating in my heat.

He lifted and turned me. All I saw was his cock. A meaty, juicy length that had my attention. I'd never actually seen one up close. Xavier had only put it in me while I was turned away, worrying if it would hurt. Otherwise, all my experience came from porn. You can't smell a cock that exists only on a screen. You can't feel its heat.

"You have the sweetest lips."

It was impossible not to quiver. I knew what he was implying. And I wanted to.

"I don't know what I'm doing," I muttered in fear of disappointing him.

"It'll come naturally."

He was inches away. I breathed in his essence. My mouth watered. It was so fucking enticing.

"My hands are still tied."

"It's more fun when you only have your mouth. Wasn't that in your fantasy? Before you were more concerned with the key?"

I nodded. It has been. The illusion that I had to pleasure my imaginary man with no more than my lips. Now I was on the verge of doing it for real.

Putting a cock in my mouth for the first time was an adventure I savoured. I was nervous, hoping he liked it. Terrified I'd fuck it up. I caressed his crown with my lips taking his gentle gasp as a sign of approval. I felt empowered at that and took more of him. The most erotic thing I'd ever done.

I'd watched enough porn that I should have been an expert. But nothing prepared me for the real thing. I'd always been nervous that I might not like it. I learned quickly that I fucking loved it.

A warm, hard cock jumping and twitching as I licked his tip with my tongue was incredible. I swirled around it, loving the incredible smoothness of his head. It was a textural delight.

"Wow. That's fantastic."

I doubled down, licking and sucking him with as much enthusiasm as it was possible to muster. With my hands behind my back, I couldn't touch him and somehow, it made things even hotter. Everything came from my neck muscles. My head bobbing back and forth was my only means of delivering his pleasure. The only way I could experience the sheer joy of his cock.

I ride it back and forth, feeling the rising heat in my groin. That overwhelming desire to orgasm. Had my hands been free, I would have been carrying myself along, wanting to feel that sudden release of pressure. I couldn't. But I could take him to the pinnacle.

I stopped as I sensed he was close. The shaking of his knees. The increased hardness. I let it slip from my lips for just a moment. It glistened with my spit and twitched with its need to release the load in his balls.

"You can cum in my mouth if you like."

Are you sure? First time it can be a little..."

"I want to," I said with a hunger.

I took his meat back between my lips, caressing his crown back and forth, riding over his rolled back foreskin. I let it glide over my tongue, willing it to do its thing.

"Jesus fuck. That's so good."

Again and again, I worked him with the only thing I had. I sucked him as he gasped. I felt his hips pumping instinctively. A gentle rock that just added to my oral stimulation of him.

"Huhhh."

Cum shooting into my mouth was a new experience. One that was nothing like I expected. First the throb of cock. His masculine grunt. I looked up into his eyes and saw the animal in him. The moment he became lost to instinct.

Then came the warm flood over my tongue. I'd been braced for something unsavoury. A little acrid. It was nothing like that. Perhaps mildly salty, with a silky texture. But nothing repulsive. In fact, the opposite.

"Jesus fuck." Stephen was in heaven and his tone said so.

I found myself playing with his cum, swishing it around his cock where it remained in my mouth. I wanted him to fuck me. I was desperate for him to, but I couldn't stop enjoying my first blowjob. Of course, I'd been hesitant, a little anxious as I'd started. By this point I was thinking that sucking cock could be my new favourite thing. But I had needs as well. I slid from his shaft and looked up at him. He was staring down at me, looking happy. I should hope he was. I swallowed.

"Fuck." I giggled.

Stephen was coming closer, taking hold of my arms to guide me down. He laid me back, trapping my still cuffed hands beneath me. I might have wanted freedom, but there was no denying that being partially restrained was exhilarating. It's impossible to imagine how helpless and unshielded we are when denied the use of our arms. Only when it happens can you grasp the enormity of that loss. I found it so hot.

Then to have my legs gently parted so he could lie between them was the most fantastic feeling.

"Huh."

I felt vulnerable as he pressed his cock to my slit. Vulnerable and excited. My knees came up higher as I was parted and entered.

"Oh god."

My head went back sharply, pushing my tits up to meet his lips.

"Uhh."

That was just as amazing as feeling his cock sliding deeper into me. My tits were on fire. The corset did its thing, holding them proud, and Stephen sucked my nipples. Something I likened to electricity raced through me.

"Oh fuck."

He ground his hips into mine and I wrapped my legs around him. His hands were on my thighs, caressing and massaging them as he devoured my flesh.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me."

Stephen began to rock his hips and I felt him moving inside me.

"Uhh."

Faster, deeper, until he was delivering hard thrusts that had me gasping and gasping.

"Uhh. Uh. Uh."

I hardly remember my first time. At least not much about the actual sex. Only the huge embarrassment of finding I had unwittingly put on a show. But I did know it had been nothing like this.

Xavier had simply fucked me as if I was a piece of meat without a care for me. I'd thought that was normal. Stephen was altogether different. He made love to me. It wasn't just the fucking. It was the kisses and licks of my body. The touch of his fingers drawing tingles and excited trembles from me.

"Fuck. Fuck.

Uhh."

Inexperience took me to fruition quickly. A hair-raising ride to orgasm.

"Fuck."

I bucked and writhed under him. A trapped and bound victim. And I loved it.

"Uhhhh."

I settled just as I felt him deliver inside me. A lovely, warm feeling. Almost unnoticed, but there all the same. I felt so happy. Deeply satisfied in a way my dildo had never managed. I let my feet slip to the floor as he came to a rest, breathing deep breaths beside my ear.

"That was amazing." He whispered before kissing my neck, sending fresh shocks racing through my body.

"Huh."

I shivered with fresh excitement, twisting my shoulder upwards as another wave of joy engulfed me.

I sat smiling for a moment, in a sort of calm happiness. The sort I always had after masturbation. Only it was so much greater. So much deeper that it reached my soul.

"That was incredible," I said.

"You've been missing out for so long."

I had. I'd come here in desperation. Humiliated. One step away from wanting to shrivel up and die in my apartment rather than face the shame. It had been as if my sex life was destined to destroy me over and over then. Now in a matter of a few hours, that had all changed. The shadow of Xavier's betrayal had been exorcised. I felt bigger. Stronger.

"It still leaves me with one problem," I said.

"My hands still aren't free."

I rolled onto my stomach and edged my way up onto my knees. So that I could move to sit against the sofa again.

"Bondage. That was what you wanted, wasn't it? Didn't you cuff yourself to feel vulnerable? To experience the feeling of being submissive? Exhilarating isn't it?"

Fucking hell. It was. I couldn't say otherwise.

"Yes. But for fuck sake. I've been like this for hours. I would actually like to be free now."

Stephen got to his feet with a renewed energy.

"Luckily. I have just remembered where I put a really sharp modelling knife."

My eyes shot to see him grinning madly as he skipped back to the kitchen area.

"Viola." He declared lifting one of those plastic knives with the ultra-sharp snap-off blades you can buy cheap in every diy store.

"Have you free in a jiffy."

"You bastard. You had that all along."

"Guilty. But then where would the fun have been if I'd set you free right away?"

The blade sliced right through the leather and my hands sprang apart, free at last. I brought them around to my front for the first time since I'd stupidly wriggled about to secure them without a thought other than to ride my dildo like a whore.

"They were brand new, you know."

"You'll need to buy another set now."

I rubbed my wrists.

"Only if you hold the key for me."

"You have a deal."

My heart was skipping.

"Does that mean you want to see me again?"

"Sarah. We're neighbours. Be a shame not to be friendly."

"How friendly?"

Doesn't get any more friendly than having sex does it?"

I followed him to the kitchen where he was busy hunting out glasses and a bottle of wine.

"Friends? Even knowing what a freak I can be?"

"Especially as you're a freak. I can think of plenty of games we can play. And I can order Chinese and feed it to you, bound or not."

He handed me a glass of red.

"That's what I'd call being a little more than friends. That's if you're interested of course?"

I giggled. For the first time since Xavier, I felt like I could trust some again. So long as it didn't involve putting shelves up. I could see the damage to his wall now.

"Yes. I am."

I had arrived here feeling humiliated. Now I was standing in his kitchen feeling comfortable in my nudity. I'd hated those friends of Xavier seeing me being fucked. Watching my innocence taken.

Tonight, with Stephen, I felt genuinely sexy in my outfit. I wasn't ashamed anymore.

But I was happy to have my hands free. At least for a little while.

"Tell me more about your skills tying silk scarves."