So this all started as a silly fucking bet. Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen this coming. Our bet had the loser serving the winner for a week. No biggie right? Pick up and deliver breakfast? Wash laundry and clean house? Wrong!
Upon losing, you gave me 24 hours to make my excuses for the next week. What the hell? But I won't go back on my word. I call work and tell them I've had a family emergency. I let my family and friends know I'll be busy with work. I pack a small bag and head to your place.
As I walk in expecting a messy bachelor's pad, I'm pleasantly surprised but confused by the spartan clean rooms. You take me to the guest room and tell me to have a shower before dinner. Fine. I could use a few seconds to myself.
I grab an extra pair of clothes and hop into the shower. The heat and strength of your shower head have me relaxed in no time. I'm so relaxed in fact that it takes me a second after stepping out of the shower to realize my clothes aren't where I laid them. I grab my towel and head to my room. My bag and things aren't there either.
I look around for cameras. This has got to be a joke right? After looking high and low and finding nothing, I head your way to confront you. You're busy hustling around making dinner and don't look my way. Seriously?
"Have a seat" you say.
I begin to object but you cut me off with a demanding "At the table. Have a seat! I'll be right with you." Well shit. This is going to be more uncomfortable than I thought. Fine. I sit on the seat grasping the towel to myself. It's barely big enough to cover my privates. Geez!
Fifteen minutes later, you join me. You lay a plate of wonderful smelling food in front of me saying only. "Eat up. You'll need it." As I go to ask about my clothes again, you simply repeat yourself in a firmer tone. How am I supposed to eat and keep covered? This is really crazy.
During dinner, we don't speak. Every time I try to say something you stop me and ask me to finish my food. I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone. Nothing makes a bit of sense.
I finally finish dinner and you begin talking. "You are here to serve my needs for the coming week. You will need for nothing. I will provide everything you will require. I prefer you to do what is asked of you without questioning. Are you prepared to do that?" You ask.
I say "yes, but.." but you cut me off again.
"No buts and no questions" you say.
"Yes sir." I say a bit mockingly.
"That'll do just fine. Sir it is." You answer in all seriousness. "Now if you'll hand me your towel, I can wash it for you." Before I can get a word out, you say "Your towel please. I will give you everything you need."
More to try to shock you than anything, I whip off the towel and hand it to you. I stand there bare ass naked waiting for you to freak out or rush for my clothes. Of course that doesn't happen. You simply take the towel, say thank you and kiss my cheek on the way out of the room.
"Time for bed. I'd like you to turn down the sheets and wait for me beside the bed" you say. I turn and head in the direction of the guest room. "No dear. This way." You lead me to what could only be the master bedroom and open the door. You leave me there longer than is necessary to neatly turn down your sheets.
I'm terribly uncomfortable. Where do I put my freaking hands? What the hell is going on? As long as we've know each other we've flirted jokingly but you never seemed interested in more than friendship. So... Not a clue what's gotten into you.
Being that I'm naked, you've taken my means of escape. I'm super embarrassed being naked in front of you but going out in public is absolutely out of the question. Being shy and extremely body conscious, I'll keep my ass here until I figure out what your up to or come up with another plan.
So here I stand beside your turned down bed wringing my hands as you walk in. Your room like the rest of your place is extremely neat. Everything in its place. Sheets crisp and neatly tucked. No clutter on your dressers or side tables.
When you enter you tell me to lay on my side on the edge of the bed. You stand there staring and waiting until I finally give in and comply. I scoot back against the bed, jump a bit to lift my butt to the top of the mattress and lean over to my left side. I curl my legs up and cover my breasts with my hands.
You walk to your closet and disappear for a few seconds. When you come out you have a tie in your hand. You tie one end around my left wrist and pull the tie through some slats on your headboard. You bring it back through and pull on the tie. This raises my left hand away from my breast and above my head. Then you firmly pull my right hand above my head as well tying it snuggly with the other end of your tie.
"I won't touch you unless you ask me to" you tell me as you notice my raised brow. I'm not terribly worried. Just wondering what your up to. I've felt off balance since leaving the shower and finding my things missing. The fact that you haven't let me fully form a question and I haven't gotten any answers has me a bit on edge.
You walk to the other side of your room. You're behind me. I twist my head around to see what you're doing. As I glance back, I see you unbuttoning your dress shirt. Slowly. So slowly. It seems forever before you fold it in half and place it into your clothes hamper. Next you deliberately lift your undershirt up and over your head.
Your back is to me. I watch the muscles in your back move as you reach down to remove your socks. Socks and undershirt go straight in the hamper too. You languidly pull your belt from each pant loop. I'm so intent on what you're doing that I can hear the sound of the leather sliding against your crisp cotton slacks. It slides. Then slips out of a loop. Slides and slips out of another loop. Over and over until I feel like I'm shaking and you have the belt loose and in your hands.
You fold your belt in half and slap it lightly against your flattened palm. It makes a crisp snapping sound and my body twitches. The thought of that belt touching me soft or hard anywhere on my body has me trembling. I don't misread my body's sign. It longs for the experience. I've always wondered how I would like pain whether it be slight or enough to draw tears.
My breath has become much faster, almost a pant. You unbutton your pants and let them drop to the floor. Well that answers that question. No underwear, at least for tonight. You bend over stretching your beautiful legs. The pants are deposited with the rest of the dirty clothes.
I'm enjoying looking at your butt cheeks. I'd never really considered them before since we're just friends but since they're uncovered right across the room, I am definitely checking them out now. Firm and round.
I go to move my hands only to be reminded of the tie holding me still. Well shit! Fuck! I totally forgot! A naked butt and I've forgotten my surroundings altogether. How about the fact I'm still naked as well? Yeah wasn't focused on that either.
As I tell myself off for my silliness in my head, I notice you've begun to turn around. Oh shit. I jerk back around. Pretty sure I'm not fooling you. That turn was nowhere near graceful. I laugh and shake my head. My eyes are closed like a kid trying not to look at something you know you're not supposed to see. I can't seem to help myself. I'm in uncharted territory and reacting instinctively.
My curiosity gets the better of me. I open my eyes and glance around until I see you again. Facing my way. Staring at my naked back. Your eyes shift up and down taking me in. Pausing here and there for an extra moment.
I notice your hand on your cock. You stroke lazily from base to tip. Unhurried. Deliberate with each squeeze and caress. Your cock grows before my eyes, twitching a bit here and there. Your thumb traces the tip and your ass clenches, flexing and moving your cock back into your strong grip.
I have never yearned to touch something this badly. My hands tug on the tie. It's sturdy. No breaking out of it without help. I relax onto my back to enjoy the show. Restless. Constantly having a need to move. To press my legs together tighter. To squirm as it gets to be too much.
You amble toward me. Your feet bring you around the bed. Standing in front of me but several feet away. You stare down at me. Your face has a serious look. One of concentration. Your two focuses your cock and my body. Your eyes note my heaving chest. I see your breathing has sped up as well.
Your hand begins to stroke faster. As I squeeze my legs together trying to mute my pleasure at watching you, your eyes move to my pussy. "Open them!" you demand. For a second I hesitate. "Open your legs now! I don't like to repeat myself!" comes growling from your lips. My knees drop to the side.
