Chapter One - The Shed
The shed was old. It had been there since we moved in nearly a year ago, and even back then it had been dusty and full of cobwebs.
We'd put some of our garden tools in there, but never cleaned it out.
And that's why I was even more taken aback that she was taking me in there when I'd only just stepped out of the shower, still dripping wet, and wearing nothing but a towel round my waist.
"What's going on Katy?" I'd asked, not for the first time as she'd led me by the hand down the stairs and into the garden, out into the glorious spring sunshine.
She didn't answer me, but instead, grinning wickedly, she'd closed the door behind us and pressed herself against me in her tight jeans and white vest top, and kissed me.
She must have felt my cock start to harden against her leg as I realised this was one of her little games she liked to play, and I enjoyed the very sexual way she was kissing me, and her gorgeous body up against me.
I ran my hands up her back, but she roughly knocked them away.
"You don't get to touch me," she said, still grinning, and continued kissing me - greedily, passionately - as her hands found my bum and groped it shamelessly through the towel.
Then she pulled away, her teeth still closed on my bottom lip for a moment, making me flinch.
I looked at her, feeling excited, nervous, and confused.
She was so beautiful with her blonde highlighted hair, green eyes, and full lips. And I loved how alive she looked in all her playful cruelty, taking me here into this dirty dusty shed, still wet from the shower.
I thought to myself "she's going to take me into her mouth", but even as I considered that exciting possibility, I doubted it was true. Why would she bring me in here? She wouldn't want to kneel on this grubby wooden floor in her nice jeans. Especially as I knew that her friends were due to be coming round soon for some lunch.
She was looking at me with her head tilted to one side, enjoying my half-nakedness. Enjoying my trepidation.
And then she squatted down and rummaged in an old gardening trug on the floor which contained various gloves, trowels and other tools. It had sat in that exact position gathering dust since last summer. She withdrew a rope which would have been white once, but was now dusty and slightly frayed.
My stomach flipped as she flexed the rope in her hands, and told me to hold out my wrists.
"Oh," I breathed, seriously turned on, but still very unsure where this was going.
I held out my wrists, and she turned my hands so that my palms were facing each other, wrapped the rope round my wrists three or four times, and tied it off with a couple of knots.
Then she slid past me in the confined space, her body brushing against mine, and, holding the rope, she led me to the back wall of the shed. This meant I had to step gingerly in my bare feet, because the planks were splintery, and there were old rusty nails and things.
Although the interior of the shed was dingey, there was a large grimy window which, despite numerous cobwebs, was letting in some of the sunlight from outside, and where she wanted me to stand was partially in that patch of light, affording me some warmth which I was grateful for given that I was wet and naked except for my towel.
Where she wanted me to stand was next to various rusty gardening tools hanging from hooks on the wall. A garden fork, a rake, a hoe, and a couple of spades.
There was an old garden chair folded up and propped against the wall, and she picked it up, dusted off a cobweb with disdain, and then unfolded it and stepped carefully up onto it, pulling the rope so that I was obliged to lift my hands up above my head.
Her breasts were at eye-level for me now, and I began to kiss her there as she leaned forward, but stopped quickly when she yanked hard on the rope.
"No touching I told you," she said sternly. "For that, I'm going to tie your arms higher!"
She yanked my wrists up a little further, and as I looked up and watched her, she tied the rope around a metal bracket protruding from the frame high up. It looked like it had been put there to hang something off like a bike or a lawnmower. But it was perfect for her purposes, which seemed to be to put me at her mercy and have some fun with me.
My heart was beating hard, and my cock was getting harder in anticipation of whatever she was going to do.
"There," she smiled, stepping down and dusting her hands. Her body was so sexy. I hoped that whatever she had planned for me involved taking her clothes off
I pulled against my restraints, and found that I was indeed securely tied. There was literally no way for me to escape even if I'd wanted to, and my stomach flipped at the realisation that I was genuinely helpless to prevent her doing whatever she wanted.
She folded up the chair and propped it back against the wall, next to all the junk we kept in there: Our dirty old strimmer, deckchairs that we hadn't used for several months, and my workbench and circular steel saw with its brutal teeth glinting.
"Mmmmm," she smiled, running her fingertips down my torso, until she reached the towel. "Now, what shall I do with you slaveboy?"
I said nothing, but my breathing deepened, and my whole body tingled at her touch.
She came up close to me, her mouth millimetres from mine. But when I went to kiss her, she withdrew.
"Uh uh uh," she reprimanded me.
And then she moved closer again, and kissed my lips in the softest way possible - so softly that her mouth barely touched mine at all, though I could feel her breath. I realised that my own breathing was a little shaky. I was so incredibly turned on now.
I wondered fleetingly what time her friends were due. I'd thought it was at 12, which had to be very soon. The lunch we'd prepared was already laid out in the kitchen.
But perhaps they were coming at 12:30, because she didn't seem to be in any hurry at all.
She was kissing my neck now, slowly, softly, and it was giving me goosebumps through my whole body as I sighed in pleasure.
She kissed my shoulders, and then my chest, in the same way - long lingering kisses with those sexy lips of hers on my skin. I was beginning to dry off a little from my shower - she'd given me no opportunity to towel off before - just told me to wrap the towel round my waist and come with her.
She bent over, planting soft wet kisses down my tummy, and hooked her fingers into the towel.
Suddenly, she yanked the towel away roughly, making me gasp.
She looked down at my cock, which, suddenly freed, had now sprung up and was stretching to its full size.
"Mmmm you're nice and big," she told me.
The air was cool on my freshly exposed lower half. My pubic hair, although trimmed short, actually had water in it, and my thighs were damp and suddenly chilly too.
But my cock was super hard, and not chilly at all. It was craving her touch.
She twirled the towel in mid air so that it twisted neatly, and then whipped me with it, the backlash of it striking my thigh and making me yelp. It was unbelievably painful.
She giggled and did it again, and I flinched, trying in vain to protect my most sensitive parts without the use of my arms. She missed me that time, but that didn't stop her doing it twice more, getting my hip, and then one of my balls. At this, I cried out loudly - god it stung so badly.
She was grinning ear to ear. "Oh dear," she cooed in mock sympathy. "That must have hurt!"
She tossed the towel onto the dirty floor, and looked up at my face.
"Would you like me to touch your cock?" she asked innocently.
"Oh god yes please," I breathed, and my erection throbbed at the thought.
Without looking at what she was doing, she idly ran her fingernails over my balls, looking at me thoughtfully. My left ball was throbbing from where the tip of the towel had struck it.
"This makes quite a good sex dungeon for you don't you think?" she commented.
I said nothing, but I could see what she meant - it certainly wasn't a comfortable place to be when you were naked, with the various rusty metal implements, and cobwebs, and the splintery floor. I tugged at the rope, longing to be able to touch her.
Her fingernails were lightly rubbing at the base of my cock now - while my actual cock remained untouched.
"I could just keep you out here," she went on, mischievously. "And come out and play with you when I felt like it."
"I think I might get a bit cold," I said.
"That really wouldn't be my problem, now would it?"
Now she was running her fingernails up the underside of me, and I let out a long groan at how good it felt.
But after doing it just once, she moved her hand to my stomach, tracing the lines of my muscles.
My cock twitched and bounced, longing for more.
"And when I wanted to use your cock," she said, "I would bring you into the house and fuck you for a while. Then you could get cleaned up, and I'd take you back out to your dungeon and tie you up again."
The things she was saying were just her having a bit of fun of course. But when you're actually naked, and actually tied up in a little wooden shed, those things start to have a bigger impact on you, because you can almost imagine her doing them in real life.
"There's plenty of things to punish you with out here as well," she commented, looking around at the various tools and garden implements.
She moved up close to me again, her lips brushing mine, softly exploring my bottom with her hand.
