I was so excited to get a comment back on the last couple of chapters, until I read them. Ouch, that stung a little bit. I'm sorry this story isn't to your liking. But here's the next chapter, as contrived and predictable as it is.
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It had taken hours to fall asleep last night, but I must have eventually done so because light was now coming in through the window. I went to change positions and was reminded that my hands and feet we're still tied to the ends of Kyle's bed when I felt the pull of the cords around my wrists and ankles. The bindings were tight enough that no matter how hard I pulled there was no escaping them, but they weren't so tight as to cut off circulation either.
I rolled over to my other side and found the bed empty, Kyle was gone and the room was silent, except for the occasional tick of the ceiling fan. This wasn't good. I needed to use the loo.
"Kyle?" I yelled out and then listened. I couldn't hear any movement—no voices. Was he even here, did he go to work and just leave me here?"
I pulled on the rope at my hands and thrashed around on the bed trying to free myself but the attempts were useless. I was stuck. I laid still and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened the day before. I had let myself get so caught up in my emotions that I was had been willing to do almost anything Kyle wanted me to. And now here I was tied like a prisoner to his bed and abandoned. I pulled again at the ropes and bounced up and down on the bed at the waist, trying again to free myself.
"That looks very sexy you know, you rolling around like that in my bed," sounded Kyle's voice from across the room.
I craned my neck up the best I could and looked past my feet and found Kyle, sitting in a chair in the corner with a book in his lap.
"I need to pee," I said in pleading voice.
I heard Kyle stretch, and the chair squeaked as his large frame pushed against it, "You twist and turn too much in your sleep, pet."
I strained my neck again to look at him, "It's not my fault. It's hard to sleep like this," I said and pulled on the ropes for show. "Pet?" I said, "Is that what I am now is your pet?"
Kyle stood from his chair and slowly approached, "You're tied up so you can't run away and you're here for my amusement, so yeah, that's exactly what you are."
My mind shouted at me when I heard him call me his pet, the last thing someone should want to be is someone's personal play thing, but that damn feeling of intense satisfaction came to life inside me, pushing rational thought aside.
Kyle touched the top of my foot and then ran his fingers up my leg slowly, stopping at my nipple where he rolled it between his fingers and then caressed small circles.
The attention on my breast was nice, but the need to use the loo was overriding everything else, "Please sir, I really need to pee. I don't want to dirty your bed."
He continued to run his fingers lightly over my body, "I'm sure you do, but I doubt you could with the plug I put in you last night."
I hadn't forgotten about whatever it was that he had pushed into me last night, but at some point I guess I got used to it because now I couldn't feel it unless I moved my legs around and tried to feel it.
"I'll untie you in a minute, but first I want to talk to you."
I pressed my knees together out of habit, "Okay," I said, trying to ignore the now incessant urge.
"Are you still sure about this? When you woke up this morning and realized you were completely helpless, when you had a plug inserted into you little cunt all night and when your more rational side tried to tell you not to, did you still want to continue? Or should I untie you and take you home?"
This wasn't fair to ask me first thing in the morning, I thought to myself, because there was a moment, where if I was completely honest with myself, I wanted to go back home. Sure this had been fun but had I let my stupid fantasies run a little too wild?
No, I wanted this, and it scared me how badly I wanted it. But how could this possibly work out with Kyle once my parents were home? I had to go back to school in a little less than two months, though, so maybe I could let things play out for a little while and see what happens. What could it hurt to play along and maybe live something that I'd so often dreamed about? I could always just stop and tell Kyle it was over. Why not?
"I don't want to quit," I responded.
Kyle nodded and began to undo the rope from my feet, "You'll need to pull this plug out when you're sitting over the toilet or you'll piss on the bed. When you're done you will clean it in the sink and then come down stairs for breakfast."
Once my hands and feet were loose I sat up and let my feel hang from the side of the bed. It felt wonderful to be able to move my arms again. I stood up cautiously and made my way to the loo. The plug felt odd inside of me as I walked but not too uncomfortable. I stepped inside the small toilet room, sat down and reached down to grab the plug.
I found that there was enough of it sticking out that I could pull it with my fingers, but when I pulled it didn't want to come out. I realized that the end was slightly tapered so that it would stay in place, and if I wanted it out I was going to have to let it stretch me out before it came loose. I put my feet up on top of the toilet lid and opened my knees. Then I took a deep breath and pulled it away from me. I could see the skin stretch and then I watched as my vagina opened up little by little until the plug eventually came out. I began to pee as soon as it did, however and had to sit up quickly so I wouldn't make a mess. What a relief.
I sat on the toilet and looked at the plug that had just spent the night inside of me. It was short and fat and, like I thought, had tapered ends. But it wasn't very long and wouldn't have broken my hymen—if my hymen was still intact. I'd taken some nasty spill when I was surfing and I'd heard that a girl can actually break her hymen unintentionally from things besides sex.
Feeling much better I exited the bathroom, cleaned the plug and went into the bedroom. I scanned the floor for a second until I remembered that my bikini was probably out by the pool. And, I wasn't allowed to wear clothes anyways. This was going to be an interesting day.
