It all happened my freshman year at a midwestern university. I'd just turned 18 a couple weeks earlier. I was at an off-campus house, and it wasn't exactly a party. My friend Mel (Melissa, actually) and I were at her sort-of boyfriend's house with the boyfriend Mike and his roommates Dan and Jer (I really don't know if Jer was Jerry or something else). Mike, Mel, and I were sharing a handle of vodka, although I was being pretty careful and only had one decent-sized drink, although Mel was lit and laughing, running around, and being generally loud and obnoxious, although I didn't mind since we were good friends. Mike didn't mind either, since she was rapidly approaching drunk-and-horny and he was assured of a good time that night, and the roommates were obviously enjoying watching her antics since she was, like me, wearing just PJ bottoms and a t-shirt; I didn't know if she was wearing panties (I was, a cute thong) but neither of us were wearing a bra. She was staying with Mike and I was crashing on the couch.
Mike and her disappeared in his room for a bit, and the guys and I were just hanging out talking and drinking with some music playing. They kept checking out my chest, which I pretended to ignore even if I was blushing a lot. I assumed Mike and Mel were screwing, and maybe they were, but then Mel came out in a cloud of laughter and drunken screeching, waving around some metal objects and resisting Mike's attempts to pull her back into the room.
"Look what I found! Haha!" She was waving around the objects, which turned out to be a pair of metal handcuffs.
"Hey! Come back here!" Mike was blushing furiously and grabbing at the handcuffs.
"No way! I want to try them out! Put your wrists together!"
"No! Give them back!" It was obvious Mike wasn't into it, although too embarrassed to really be angry.
"What about you, Dan? Jer?" Mel was doing her running around the room thing, looking one part cute and three parts batshit crazy. Both boys just withdrew though and shook their heads.
Suddenly Mel got an even crazier look in her eyes, and turned to me. "Sue! Let me try them on you!"
I shook my head, reflexively, although I was laughing from her antics and the horrified looks on the faces of the guys.
"Come on! Pleeeeaaase! It'll be fun!"
"No way! You'll draw on me with markers or something."
"We won't! I promise!"
"Well..." I might as well have turned around and spread 'em, because she took that as a "yes" and cuffed one of my wrists, grabbed the other, and cuffed my arms behind my back. It wasn't as hard as it sounds, since I wasn't really fighting, just a little token resistance.
To explain that, I guess I'd better say that ever since I was a kid, even before I had much of a sense of what sex was, I had these weird fantasies about scenes and stuff from the movies and TV with people handcuffed, or tied to a stake, or railroad tracks, or whatever. It wasn't overtly (or maybe "completely" is the right word) sexual, but it did excite me, and I'd even tied my hands together a couple times. So it's fair to say I wasn't exactly opposed to being handcuffed.
Mel was really into it, and pushed me onto my side (I'd been sitting cross-legged on the floor) and cuffed my ankles too, running the chain through the one at my wrists. I struggled a little, but it was really because I was getting very excited. I was blushing like crazy.
"You're at my mercy, you little slut!" Ok, now that was just unfair. The slut part, I mean; the mercy part was completely true. If anything, Mel was more on the slutty side. I'd given a couple blowjobs to high school boyfriends, lost my virginity my senior year, and hooked up with two randos my first month at college, although I hadn't even fucked one of them. Mel, on the other hand, was on her fourth boyfriend in three months, had banged three guys on the next floor down in our dorm, and told me she'd blown three members of the high school football team (at once). So yeah, pot, kettle, etc.
Before I had a chance to decide how to respond, Mel decided to make her point, and started tickling me. I *hate* being tickled, but I could do anything but laugh and squirm for what seemed like an hour but must have only been a minute or two, as she tickled my ribs and occasionally my armpits and feet. I was sore from laughing and out of breath when she finally let up enough for me to protest, "No! Stop! You told me you wouldn't do anything mean to me!"
Mel sobered up a little at that, and said, "Ok, ok. You're right." She seemed a little deflated though, like someone had taken away her toy, which I suppose I had. She looked around the room, and I followed her lead. All three of the boys were staring in shock. Mike, at least, had a visible boner, and the other two might as well have had drool running from their mouths. It occurred to me what a show we'd put on for them and I instantly got wet and turned bright red.
"Are you hard?!!? You jerk!" Mel shrieked at Mike, and although I could tell she was kidding, I don't think he could. He got a hangdog look and made himself not look at me.
"Well, I think I know a way to punish you." She got a calculating look, glanced at me lying on the floor still recovering, then at Dan and Jer. "Why don't you guys take a little advantage of our helpless victim?"
