It was a rainy Friday evening and I was in the process of setting up my furniture in my new apartment. I had gone out for half an hour to get a quick dinner. Imagine my surprise when I returned and found a lovely girl sitting on the edge of my unmade bed, her arms tied behind her and her legs bound together at the ankles and knees.
"Whoa, where did you come from?" I exclaimed.
She did not answer, but just looked at me expectantly. There was no indication that she was in distress or pain, so I felt no need to rush to her aid. In fact she was well groomed and made up, almost like she was being posed for a photograph. Her luxurious dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing a pretty face enhanced with bright red lipstick and heavy eye liner. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that was tucked securely into an equally tight short beige skirt that had ridden half way up her thighs.
Her legs were bare, and even though she was not wearing shoes she positioned her toes on the floor like she had on high heels. The effect was to tighten her leg muscles to show them to the best advantage, which was very good indeed. And the way her arms had been tied behind her forced her chest forward and outlined her sizable breasts in the snug blouse. Whoever had tied her had known what they were doing
My guess was that she was about thirty years old, and her dark hair and complexion indicated that she was a Latina. I love the look of young Latin women, with their sultry eyes and their lush bodies invariably displayed in tight fitting clothes, and this girl was no exception.
All of this I took in as I waited for her to say something. But all she did was to take a deep breath and continue to look back at me. Finally I noticed a small white enveloped pinned to her skirt with the words "read me" printed on it.
"Ah," I said. "I see you have come with instructions. Maybe this will explain the mystery."
I removed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a hand-written note:
Dear Frank,
You were so nice to take over my lease on this apartment that I wanted to leave you a present. I used my key after you went out to leave you this token of my appreciation. Her name is Celia, and she is yours for the weekend. She is willing, but untrained, and I have told her that she can trust you to break her in properly and not hurt her (too much). Her safe word is 'uncle'. Have fun.
Love and kisses,
Elizabeth
My skin literally tingled as I read the note. Elizabeth was a bi-sexual friend that I enjoyed playing with from time to time, and I knew she was into the BDSM scene. She had decided to move in with her boyfriend at the same time I was looking for a bigger apartment. Her rent was more than I had wanted to pay, but she talked me into it. Now it appeared she was paying me back.
I looked up at Celia. Her eyes told me that she knew what was in the note. She was apprehensive, but also excited at being placed under the control of a stranger. I decided to play my role to the hilt.
Pulling up a chair I sat down in front of her. "Well Celia, you have been given to me for the weekend as a present. You are going to learn to obey me without hesitation. From this moment you will address me as 'sir', and I only want to hear 'yes sir'. Do you understand?"
She licked her lips and breathed deeply. "Yes sir."
"Very good. How old are you Celia?"
"Sir, I am twenty nine."
"Do you have a husband or boy friend?"
"Not at the moment sir, no one special."
"Have you been tied up before?"
"Yes sir. Elizabeth has tied me up a few times. But this is the first time with a man."
"I see. You prefer women?"
"No sir. I like both men and women. It's just that a man has never tied me up. Elizabeth said I would like it and that you would be a good man to show me. I was unsure, but she insisted."
"Do you always do what Elizabeth tells you?"
"Yes sir. If I don't she spanks me."
My cock had been slowly growing as I questioned her. Now it jumped to full attention. I leaned forward and ran a finger tip along the top of her exposed thigh, nudging the skirt higher.
"Do you like being spanked, Celia?"
Her eyes widened and she twisted slightly on the bed. "Sometimes," she said. "I like it afterwards."
"Does Elizabeth ever use a whip or strap on you?"
She hesitated. "Yes sir, she has a little whip she calls a quirt. It really stings."
At that moment I wished I had some BDSM toys to use on her, but alas I had to make do with what was available. I stood up and slowly removed my wide leather belt. When I doubled it back on itself it turned into a short wicked-looking strap. I slapped it resoundingly against my palm and spoke to her in a stern voice.
"This will sting worse than Elizabeth's sissy little quirt, and I will not hesitate to use it on all parts of your body if you disobey."
She shuddered. "I understand sir. I will obey you."
I sat back down and deliberately pushed her skirt up to expose her panties. She gave a little gasp but remained still. I then used my right index finger to begin lightly probing her pussy through the silky fabric. I wanted to let her know I could touch her anywhere I wanted.
"Ahh.." She let out a little moan and closed her eyes. I could feel her heat and wetness on my finger.
"Well you are a hot little thing," I teased. "Let's see what these big bulges under your blouse are made of."
