Someone I Can Trust

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

My parents said to me, "Alice, why are you moving out of our home?" They were surprised that once I'd gotten a job that paid pretty well that I'd want to be out on my own. The truth, which I couldn't tell them, was that I was starting to get sexually active in my dating. I said something about the location being more convenient for my work -- which it is. So now I was out on my own, living in town in small apartment, hoping for more privacy in my personal life.

I'd met this guy named Steve, and liked him a lot, and after a few dates, we had sex. He's a good lover, uses a condom, and manages to make me cum, even if he has to resort to fingers or his mouth after he's filled the condom and his cock goes soft. So I can tell he cares about my enjoyment, too. However, I was taken aback when he recently asked me if we could do some bondage in our relationship! To tell you the truth, I had no real idea what that meant but I was curious. I'd told him I'd think about it and left it at that, planning to do some research.

Privately, I felt that I needed to talk to someone and get a woman's point of view about kinky stuff. I immediately thought of my friend Jane. She was, shall we say, the most adventurous of all the women I knew. I phoned her and we chatted a while, doing general catching up about our lives. I finally stammered, "J-Jane, I n-need your knowledge and advice about d-dating. Can I come over to discuss this face-to-face?" I had to make an effort not to let my voice squeak as I asked -- the stammering was bad enough.

She replied, "Hmmm... this sounds mysterious and important, but I'm just going out. Tell you what. If it can wait until tomorrow, which is Saturday, you can come over. That way, we'll have more time and can even have lunch together, too." I agreed, but I had butterflies in my stomach as I hung up the phone, since I was still nervous about talking to her about such a personal topic.

The next day, I arrived at her home right on time, since my nervousness drove me to be very punctual. I rang the bell and she soon answered. She wore a short leather skirt and white top with dark stockings. I noticed that they were held up with a garter belt. As usual, I thought she looked really sexy. Now I wished I'd dressed better as she gave me a big hug and our breasts pressed together. She even smelled great when we were in that embrace.

We went into her living room and started to talk. I couldn't just blurt it out, so I described my work, and the little bit of freedom and privacy I now have. And I mentioned that I'd met Steve, and that I like him, and that we've been dating. She interrupted, "Dating? Does that mean you've started having sex, Alice?" Jane has always been very focused and not at all afraid to ask people intimate questions.

I blushed. "Yes, we're having sex. And before you ask, yes he's good at it, and gives me... well, orgasms." I blushed even deeper, admitting this. But finally I told her what I came to talk about. She listened intently, and I appreciated her concentration.

"Jane, recently Steve said he'd like to add some bondage into our love making. And, to be honest, I just don't get it. How can that be exciting for the woman?" I guess my tone of voice may have sounded a little defensive.

With barely a blink of her eye, she stood up, saying, "Just a moment, Alice." She left the room briefly and came back carrying some lightweight cord. "Come with me," she invited, and led the way upstairs to her bedroom. My eyes noticed the room was decorated in a lovely manner. The main focal point was a bed, sitting on a single metal frame, flanked by bedside tables. Along one wall was a dresser. I ignored what I assumed were closets, since their doors were shut.

"Turn around," Jane instructed me. A little bewildered, I obeyed. She tied my hands together behind my back. When she was satisfied, she told me, "Try for 30 minutes." With that, she left me there as she closed the bedroom door. She hadn't really said, but I assumed she meant try to get myself free. I struggled and twisted my body, working my hands at many different angles and tugging but I couldn't escape. The time seemed to fly by, because she returned and I was surprised that thirty minutes had passed.

Standing there a little sweaty and feeling embarrassed, I said, "Sorry, Jane, but I still don't see the fascination for a woman to be helpless like this. It was just frustrating."

She stroked her chin, looking at me as she thought about it. "Aha!" she said. "It's because you're not in the right frame of mind. You told me you like sex. Well, in my experience bondage can be foreplay for amazing sex. Therefore you wouldn't be dressed fully." She untied me, saying, "Strip naked, Alice." This caught me by surprise but I had sought her out for advice, so I did as she said, trying not to blush too much since I was now the only naked person in the room and had certainly never been naked in her presence. Jane then placed me on the bed face up, tying me to the four corners of the frame by my wrists and ankles.

I felt very exposed and helpless being tied there in that manner, which intensified when she slipped a leather blindfold over my eyes and double checked the ropes. As I laid there in the total darkness, I thought, "Gosh, it's strange that Jane had a leather blindfold on hand like that." I was so caught up in that thought that too late I realized Jane had said something, but I'd missed what she said.

Actually, I learned later that what she'd asked was, "Do you want to try it?" She'd taken my lack of response as submissive acceptance. I suddenly felt something being pushed into my pussy! It wasn't really big but my pussy lips closed behind it and I felt it settle inside me. It felt like there was also something extending out of my pussy since I noticed a brief touch on my inner thigh. Now galvanized to listen to Jane more closely, I heard her say, "30 minutes." Moments later I heard the bedroom door close.

In a minute or two, I started to hear the TV from downstairs as Jane must've turned on some program, but otherwise even with my hearing more acute, being in total darkness, I heard nothing else. But then as I waited, naked and spreadeagled on that bed, I thought I could feel something in my pussy move! Then the thing seem to spring fully to life inside me! "OhMyGawd!!!!" I vocalized loudly. As the thing inside me shook my intimate tissues I yelled, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I pulled at the ropes but made no progress in getting myself free. In fact, my struggles only seemed to add to my excitement. I had to mentally explain the sensations erupting from my pussy. My imagination kicked in and I pretended I was a kidnap victim and my captors were using me, over and over.

In a short time, the thing inside me settled down and kept me at a low simmer. It was frustrating, keeping me almost at the point of climax, but not quite enough to push me over the edge. I was moaning, and shrieking, pulling at the restraints as I loudly began begging for an orgasm. "Oh please! Please, please, please make me cum!" I howled.

I heard Jane call from downstairs. "Hey! Keep it down up there! I'm trying to watch TV!!!!!"

The thought struck me. "Is Jane somehow controlling the thing inside me?"

I started calling, "Jane! Jane! Jane!"

Finally, she burst through the door. "What?!" she demanded.

In my solitary darkness, I cried, "Let me go! This is driving me crazy!"

She laughed, "You don't know what crazy is, yet!"

The thing inside my pussy kicked into high gear, rapidly changing strength and frequency! I began yelling, so Jane jumped on the bed and forced a ball gag into my mouth, securing it behind my head. This just added to my feeling of helplessness and vulnerability. The exciting sensations rapidly drove me higher and higher.

The climax came on so abruptly! It washed over me like an astonishing, powerful wave that would not be denied! I screamed and screamed as I came and came. The gag did its job, however, and only strange garbled and muffled sounds made it into the room from my straining vocal cords.

The erotic vibrations inside my crotch suddenly ceased, and I slumped in relief and became quiet. I heard Jane say, "I'll let you rest, and I'll be back in a while." She covered me with a blanket. In its warmth and my post-orgasmic state of bliss, I fell asleep.

A little later, Jane woke me up, removing the ball gag and blindfold, saying, "Wake up now, Alice. It's lunch time. We'll go to my favorite little place to eat and talk." She picked up my clothes, telling me, "You won't need your panties or bra." Placing my skirt and top on the bed, she untied me and left me there, taking my bra and panties with her.

I got up, finding myself stiff from being on my back and struggling with the ropes. I dressed slowly. It felt odd, not wearing a bra or panties. The vibrator was still in me but she didn't say to remove it so after looking at its 'tail' hanging out of my pussy I just left it inside me. I realized I'd have to work at keeping it there, because it felt like it wanted to drop out so I forced my inner muscles to tighten. Trying to hold something in my vagina with muscle action alone was a another new experience for me.

Jane came in, checked by lifting the front of my skirt briefly, nodded, and then took my hand to lead me, because I was still a little befuddled from all those orgasms and being awakened from a deep sleep. When we were in the car heading for lunch, I mentioned, "It feels strange to me to be outside with no bra or panties on."

Smiling, Jane glanced at me and stated, "I was pleased that you kept the toy inside you." She then asked, "How does it feel to have that inside you?"

I thought about it, and answered softly, "It's strange, but it's kind of exciting having a secret toy in me out here in public like this." My heart was hammering hard in my chest, but I don't think that was revealed in my tone of voice.

Entering the restaurant, I saw that it was small, having only a few booths and tables. It was just a sandwich, sub, and pizza joint. We ordered at the counter, got our drinks and waited for our orders to be made. I liked it when the crew indicated that they knew Jane, having greeted her by name when we entered. It made me feel like I was with a celebrity.

Our food preparation only took a short time. When it came, it looked great. We took it to a booth and began to eat and it tasted as great as it looked. We talked and were having a good time when suddenly the toy came to life inside me again. I almost spit my food out at the surprise. But its vibrations stopped as fast as it had come to life.

I gave Jane a look that would kill but she just smiled. The toy began vibrating again at a level that only brought me to a low simmer, making me squirm in my seat. Not having panties on, I worried that if my pussy started drooling, I might stain my skirt. I'd be so humiliated if that happened -- having to walk out of the shop and to the car with the back of my skirt all wet like I'd sat in some puddle.

The waitress came to see if we needed anything else. While she was standing there, inquiring, the toy inside me suddenly went up in intensity! My eyes flew wide open and I had to grit my teeth to bite back a moan of arousal that was trying to escape from my throat. I even jumped a little in my seat. Letting the vibrations buzz my pussy insistently, Jane kept talking to the waitress, which kept her her close to our booth. I finally desperately kicked Jane under the table. If she didn't stop, I was going to shake in orgasm with the waitress watching curiously.

She laughed merrily, as if the waitress had said something amusing, and the vibrations from the toy went back to a low simmer. I sighed quietly in relief. I was so afraid I'd get caught that it felt like my heart had climbed into my throat! We finished our lunch and went back to Jane's home.

Still in wonder at this new experience, I submissively complied as Jane brought me back to the bedroom, stripped me, and tied me naked to the bed again. Seconds later, the blindfold went back on and she pulled the toy out of my pussy. Jane asked me, "What's the phone number for your boyfriend, Steve?"

"What? I'm not going to tell you that!"

"Oh yes you will," she giggled. She proceeded to tickle me as I struggled helplessly until I gave in and told her the number. I panted, catching my breath, as I heard her dial her phone and heard his voice as he answered.

"Hello, Steve. My name is Jane and I'm a good friend of Alice. We're quite close, and she shared with me your question about adding some bondage fun. Well, 'yes' is now definitely her answer. Can you come over to my house right now so she can prove to you how much she'd like to try?" After a short pause, her voice took on a happy tone, "You can? That's wonderful!" She gave him her address and hung up.

She checked the ropes and left me there naked and exposed. In the darkness created by the blindfold, I strained my ears, listening for any sound. I had no way to tell how much time passed, but from time to time I fancied that I heard something and felt my arms and legs erupt in goosebumps. The goosebumps receded as each turned out to be a false alarm.

After some eternity of waiting, I heard the doorbell ring and then some distant muffled voices. Next I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Finally, the bedroom door opened, disturbing the air in contact with my bare skin. After a long brief pause I heard Steve's voice saying, "You look so lovely like that, Alice." A fresh forest of goosebumps formed as I imagined him staring at my restrained, helpless, very vulnerable, and quite available body.

I was ashamed, but I have to admit that I was also quite excited. He came closer to me, so he could lean over and kiss my breasts and nipples. This had an unexpected effect on me. The restraints and blindfold let me fantasize about the situation. I'd heard about role play, but this was my first time attempting it.

I whispered to him, "Please pretend you kidnapped me."

He quickly played along, stating, "Well the video equipment is running recording this scene from several angles. I wonder if your Daddy will like the video of his little princess being used over and over before he pays me the ransom?" It was fascinating how hearing those words sort of 'painted the scene' and let my mind solidify it into reality! I imagined my Daddy, sitting and looking at his computer screen, aghast that his little girl was bound, naked and exposed, and about to be fucked! Imagination can be powerful, making my body react to my abduction!

The bed shifted as I felt him climb on. Next, I felt his mouth on my pussy, licking me. That sent waves of arousal through me and I was soon whimpering and mumbling to myself in pleasure. He licked and sucked my clit for what felt like hours and brought me to the edge several times until I was pleading, "Please! Your teasing is driving me crazy! Please take me and use me! I know you want to fuck me, so please ram that cock deep inside my pussy and fill me with your cum!" I really wanted to feel him enter me, fuck me, and spew his load of sperm into me, especially since I was aware that where I was in my cycle I wouldn't get pregnant.

In my darkness I kept pleading for him to enter me. I even added, "You hear that Daddy? You didn't pay the ransom so watch him deflower me! He's going to use your little princess and make her his slut!" I heard him undressing as I was ranting. He climbed back onto the bed, which made me shiver with expectations.

I knew my pussy was wet with need and my breasts were probably bouncing enticingly as my breathing accelerated in anticipation. My scent of arousal was heavy in the room, and I don't think he'd ever seen me this turned on. The tip of his cock brushed my pussy lips, gathering some moisture from my personal lubricating fluids that were leaking. That swollen cock head pressed forward, sliding up and down, searching for my entrance. Finding it, the head parted my lips wide and slowly pushed into me. It felt so long and slid so deep I thought it wouldn't stop. I held back my climax as much as I could, but his cock nudged my cervix and I exploded, raising my hips as much as I could to accept him, while screaming my release! And he hadn't even begun fucking me yet! It was my first real orgasm controlled by someone other than Jane.

He started pumping now. I pulled at the ropes and being tied like that and not being able to see amplified the sensations a hundredfold. My body shook as a second orgasm blossomed in my core and I shrieked with pleasure. It was like nothing that I'd ever experienced before. After I calmed down from that a little bit, I was able to be more aware of him and his body. He must've been leaning close over me, because during some of his thrusts his chest brushed my breasts. Of course, my nipples reacted, obviously standing up to look proud. And also being bent up and down with each grazing of his chest muscles. His manly scent was also in my nostrils as I panted. It was heavenly.

His thrusts accelerated, and if anything got a little deeper. Then his cock did it's own vibration like movements as it spewed the hot load of his semen into my pussy. Normally, after he cums, he rolls off me, pulls off the condom, and we might chat and if I'm lucky, we cuddle. But this time, even though he'd ejaculated, his cock stayed hard, and he kept pumping. And pumping. And there was no condom -- we were skin to skin! He must've raised his torso up at around this time, because that changed the angle of his cock inside me.

Now his cock was rubbing much harder along my inner front wall, just underneath where my clit is located. For me, that's a very special place to receive his friction. Add to that the fact that his pelvis was now bumping harder against my now swollen clit, since the inner pressure was making it stand up more, and letting its tiny head peek out of its hood for special caresses. I'm sure the ropes creaked as all my body muscles went into spasm from the erotic sensations. I was rapidly approaching a rather unheard of (for me) third orgasm. When I say all my muscles went into spasm, I mean my inner ones too, gripping his cock as best they could, since my whole tunnel was really slippery now. I tried speaking, telling him how great this felt, how much I loved it, how close I was, and please don't stop. But all that emerged from my throat sounded like happy nonsense -- even to me.

I didn't care... I was too busy cumming. Dimly, I became aware that he still used me for a long time. But I was a grinning, tied up rag doll at that point, and, exhausted as I was, I still enjoyed being the focus of his carnal attentions. I heard him groan loudly as he spewed yet another hefty load into my pussy and now his thrusts pushed some of it into my womb. Finally, as his cock wilted this time, he pulled out and got dressed.

Jane immediately spoke, "I'll take care of Alice now. I'll clean her up and send her home after she rests a bit." I heard him thank her, whisper that he loved me, and then he must've left, since I heard the bedroom door close, and seconds later the front door also closed. Jane climbed onto the bed and settled down next to me. Since I was still blindfolded, she had my complete attention as she whispered in my ear, "Now that is what bondage is all about for me, Alice! I hope you have a much better understanding of how it can enhance things if you let it."

I was just coming down to earth and she was right. I couldn't believe what I'd just gone through. It was a truly amazing experience! Removing my blindfold, Jane ran her hands over my nude body. Mischievously, she dipped her fingers deep into my used pussy and proceeded to coat my breasts and face with his sperm. I found that action to be very humiliating, but I also realized that I liked it, and I liked her doing it. I liked her hands on me when I was helpless like this, and decided to tell her so.