Man's perspective, written for a female reader. Gets s little rough, woman used and objectified a bit. Willing yet not willing.
My buddy Scott was a bit of a mess. The end of his most recent relationship left him in a bit of a bad way. He texted me one day, and told me he had plans to go out of town for a week to take his mind off "She who shall not be named". I always kind of liked his ex, she was very hot, pretty, and sexy. Seemed interesting, at least kind of intelligent, and funny. I spent a little time with the two of them when they first started going out, we had fun and even flirted a bit, but after noticing how hot I was finding her and how interesting she was, I decided I would distance myself from her out of respect for Scott and not wanting my lust to get the better of me or have some kind of flirting romance triangle maybe begin. What she did to him was kind of fucked up, and hurt him. I wanted to get back at her for hurting my friend, but knew I would never get the chance, so I didn't spend much time fuming on it.
Scott was wondering if I would house sit for him. Now, Scott was MUCH better off than I was. He had money. With it, he bought a very nice house, a pretty nice car, a big screen TV with all the bells and whistles, surround sound, a large fridge filled with food. A second fridge in the garage filled with beer and alcohol, and much more. He's always been a little paranoid with his stuff, afraid he'd get robbed if the house was empty for to long and all. He was also fairly generous to those he cared about, so he told me he'd like it if I watched the place while he was gone and I could help myself to anything in the house, no matter what it is.
I, in comparison to him, was not that well off. I did ok, but could only afford a mediocre apartment, an ok car, and only a few nice creature comforts. So, having just started my weeks vacation and having no plans, I decided this would be like spending a week at a decent hotel. I packed up some clothes, my laptop, a few movies and games, and headed on over.
Scott had left the night before, taking a late flight to where ever it was he was going. So I expected the house to be empty when I arrived. I was thinking maybe after I settled in and had a few drinks, I'd begin my vacation my watching some porn on his big ass tv and jerk off. Having never really explored his house before other than the living room, the kitchen, and the garage, I decided I'd take a shot to get my self going, grab a beer, and explore the house to get my bearings. I drop my stuff in the living room and head to the garage. I open the fridge and look in, choosing a bottle of rum, I open it, and take a decent swig right from the bottle. I then grab a beer, pop the top, and take another sip. I continue exploring the house of the first floor. A bathroom, a dining room, and another room he had converted into his own little home gym: some loose weights, a bench, a treadmill, even a little home gym machine with a few different sides for different exercises.
I move to the stairs and head up to explore the upstairs. Bathroom with a decent sized jacuzzi tub. Fuck you, Scott, you always have to have the nice things. Might be relaxing for later. A spare room with a bed. Another spare room with a bed. Last door, this must be Scott's room. As I reach the closed door, I hear something. It's low and quiet. Something is inside the room. I press my ear to the door. I could swear it almost sounds like moaning...
Confused, I open the door to Scott's room and immediately am shocked at what I find. There, laying in the middle of Scott's king sized bed, is his ex-girlfriend, you.
You're wearing some kind of slutty school girl outfit. Your sexy, muscular legs are covered in sheer black stockings with lace trim on the top. A few inches of skin above that, you have on a tight little red plaid miniskirt, complete with a black lacy trim on the bottom. Your belly button and flat sexy stomach are bare. Above that is the shirt (if it even can be considered a shirt). Most of the body of it is a faintly see through black sheer material, which allows through just a hint of your skin color, a hint of your nipples. The very short sleeves are trimmed with the same red plaid as your skirt, as well as the collar/lapel that goes around the back of your neck and frames your ample cleavage. It ties in the center, like a little bow.
To top it all off, your hands are cuffed together above your head, which is then attached to a link, which in turn is attached to a rope which is tied to the top of the bed. Your ankles are also cuffed, and attached to a bar, keeping your legs spread open. And of course, you are blindfolded.
You hear the door creak open and footsteps enter the room. You turn your face toward the door, smiling seductively. "Hiii Scott" you say in a sweet, sexy voice. "I'm so sorry for what happened. I really miss you. I wanted to make it up to you. So I came up with an idea and asked Alexis to help me out. You remember the fun we had with Alexis, don't you?" FUCK YOU, SCOTT! You had Alexis, too? You get all the good things...
You continue, "Well, I asked her to help me set up this sexy surprise for you. I remember how much you wanted to find me all dressed up, all tied up, waiting for you when you got home from work." This WOULD be about the time Scott usually gets home from work... "There's even a little extra surprise waiting for you if you can find it." You giggle at this last remark. "Well, here I am. Please, do with me whatever you want. I'm yours! Pleasure us both in your own way!"
I stand there for a moment and think. I SHOULD tell you that I'm not Scott, that he's out of town for the week. Help you out of those binds and send you on your way. That would be the RIGHT thing to do. But then I remember Scott's words, "Help yourself to anything in the house, no matter what it is." Well, you ARE in the house, and you DID tell me (Well Scott, but to me as the person standing in the door) to do whatever I wanted to you. I did kind of want to get back at you for what you did to Scott. And look at you, so hot, so sexy, ready and begging for attention. How could I not?