A Gift for a Friend

A knock on the door brought me back from the book I was reading. As expected my girlfriend Amy waited outside. Unexpectedly Amy's platinum blond hair spilled down her back like a gleaming waterfall rather than the sporty pony tail she usually wore. The rest of her outfit was similarly impressive. A short jet black cocktail dress and matching sandals perfectly set off her hair and the low-cut strapless top revealed her delicate while skin. Amy's legs hardly needed the stockings she wore but the way their tops were just barely visible at the bottom of her dress transformed look from just hot to naughty and outright sexy.

"Wow, you look hot today," I complimented.

"You did tell me to dress up for your apartment-mate Omar's birthday," replied Amy. With a slightly mischievous smile she added, "So are you going to let me in or just stand there oggling me?" "Oggling sounds good," I mischievously replied but I moved aside anyway shutting door behind my hot little girlfriend. Turned on by her sexy outfit and the surprise I had planned I pushed her back against the door with a long serious kiss.

Recognizing my excitement Amy playfully ran her index finger over the unmistakable bulge in my pants and after a naughty lick of my ear she whispered, "Do we have time before Omar gets back?" A broad smile lit my face and I replied, "Of course," taking her soft hand and leading her back towards the bedrooms. In the hallway I took a left tugging my unsuspecting girlfriend into Omar's room instead of mine.

"Why here" Amy asked in response to my choice of rooms. Leaning down I planted a gentle kiss on her neck before answering. "I thought doing it in Omar's bed taking the risk he might come home early would be exciting," I lied. "Mmm it does sound fun," Amy affirmed with a kiss. "Maybe you could tie me up?" she asked in an uncharacteristically vulnerable tone of voice. I loved the way she got so turned on when she felt vulnerable. Wanting to be tied up made my plan so much easier I just hoped I hadn't overestimated how much she enjoyed it, or how attracted she was to Omar.

"You won't have a choice in the matter," I declared. Demonstrating my intent I tightly grabbed her wrists in my hands and moved in for a fierce kiss. Judging from the way she melted against me I had chosen the correct response. Still locked in a kiss I forced her up against the wall pushing her wrists together up above her head. I broke the kiss and grabbed both wrists in one hand. With my free hand I cupped her chin and give her an impassive weighing stare. The expression on her face, the way her mouth hangs half open, virtually dripping desire and her eyes beg me to push her down and take her cause my penis to throb in my pants. Playing slightly to the small web cam set up to broadcast to my computer, I resist the invitation and instead turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property.

The gesture isn't lost on Amy and a gasp escapes her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check, over her neck and down to the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I hook my finger down below the delicate fabric and run it over the top of her breasts eliciting another moan from my girlfriend. Suddenly, without warning, I spin Amy around and force her up against the wall. I maintain my solid grip on her wrists but now I press my body up against hers, pinning her to the wall. I rub my hard penis against her firm ass hinting at what my control entails.

Grabbing something from the desk I surprised Amy with the cold feel of handcuffs around her wrists. In response to the new restraint Amy tried to pull away but against the locked metal cuffs her struggles do little more than further arouse me. Holding the handcuffs fixed above Amy's head I used my foot to force her legs apart. Keeping her legs spread by pressing my body tightly up against her I move my free hand down to her thigh and possessively run it up over her body. Stopping at her breasts I pause to massage them in my hand while Amy once again futilely struggles against the handcuffs. In response I whisper in her ear, "Such a sexy body and all mine to play with."

I continue to possessively run my hand all over Amy's body, showing her my control over her body as well as her desire. Once Amy begins to moan at my hands invasions I stop and nibble at her ear for a moment. Then, giving her time to appreciate the inevitable, I whisper in her ear, "I think its time to remove the dress." Once again Amy struggles against the handcuffs reassuring herself that she can't stop me. Slowly, as if to mock her struggle, I pull the zipper down her back. Silently thankful for my girlfriends choice of a strapless dress for the evening I finish unzipping her and let the fine black fabric crumple in a heap on the floor. Stepping back I appreciatively look Amy's body up and down, clothed only in a thong and matching bra in addition to the stockings and garter belt she makes for an impressive sight.

Once again I spin Amy around. This time I can watch her face as I possessively look her over. Nakedness multiplying her vulnerability her lips tremble in forced submissiveness and elicited desire. Aroused by the vision of a beautiful half-naked girl pinned to the wall I move in for another long kiss. Breaking the kiss I force her onto the nearby bed.

Looking down at my girlfriend from my position kneeling spread legged atop her I am aroused to new heights. But before I can toy with her anymore I had better improve her restraints. Grabbing the key from the nearby dresser I unlock one of her wrists. Quickly I re-latch the handcuff, this time around the bedpost. Picking up another pair of cuffs I duplicate the restraint on her other wrist leaving her arms spread out in a Y and securely affixed to the bed posts, as Amy's brief ineffectual struggle demonstrates.

Selecting another device from the dresser I dangle a thick leather collar complete with metal rings for a leash in front of Amy. With both hands free it is a simple matter to fasten it around her neck. The collar truly makes her look like the helpless sex slave I was planning to turn her into. Snapping the leash onto the collar finishes the look. Turned on both by the view in front of me and what I plann to do I pul on the leash forcing Amy to lean forward as best she can while still handcuffed to the bed. With the gentlest of touches I press my lips to hers teasing her by refusing to lean closer and letting the restraints block the deep kiss she so clearly desires. Releasing the leash I let her unsupported head thump back onto the bed.

Now that there was no chance of Amy slipping free it was time to reveal what I had in store for her. First though I needed to silence any potential protests. I needed something serious, not a play gag. It might hurt a bit but a strip of duct tape would do the job nicely. Besides, duct tape looked way sexier than a bulging florescent ball gag. As I expected a surprised "Hey" escaped Amy's mouth when she saw the roll of tape but before she could complain further a six inch silver strip sealed her mouth. Anger flashed in Amy's eyes and she seriously tried to pull her wrists out of the handcuffs. I merely possessively ran my finger over her upper chest waiting for desire, fueled by her inability to stop the duct tape or escape, to overcome anger. Amy's expression suggested she knew exactly what I was waiting for, but my mastery of her desire as well as her body only exaggerated her sense of helplessness and sexual need.

With Amy finally silenced and securely restrained I leaned back in admiration running my hands down over her bra, past her perfectly flat stomach and run my finger tips over the edge of her thong. Letting one finger dip underneath the elastic band I elicit a muffled moan. Continuing to stroke Amy's sensitive belly and tease her with short explorations below her thong line I decided it was time to let Amy ponder about the fate I had planned for her.

"So you know," I began, "I finally found a good gift for Omar's birthday." A quizzical expression crossed Amy's face at this seemingly unrelated announcement. "I'll give you some hints as to what it is," I continued. "It's already in Omar's room. It's soft, bigger than a bread box and I *know* he will like it." As I listed the hints I could feel Amy's body grow stiff beneath me as my intentions became clear. "I still need to finish unwrapping it," I added with a meaningful look down at Amy's bra and thong. Finally eliminating any remaining doubt I commented, "Didn't you find it odd I had all these restraints ready in Omar's room? I had it all planned and prepared, from the restraints to the web cam. I looked over Amy's nearly naked body under me once again and remarked, "Yes I'm positive he will like his present. Omar doesn't know about it yet but I'm sure I will enjoy watching him unwrap it." With a sly smile I added, "You aren't going to tell him are you?" Of course with the gag in her mouth Amy's response was limited to an indignant squawk.

As the seriousness of my intent dawned on Amy she yanked and pulled at the handcuffs, twisted and turned trying to knock me off all to no avail. Ignoring her struggles, as well as the muffled protests, I calmly unsnapped Amy's bra revealing her pert breasts. Cupping one in my left hand I leaned down to suck at the other breast. Suddenly the protests were replaced with long muffled moan. Switching my mouth to the left side Amy's struggles tapered off unable to compete with the forced attention to her sensitive breasts. Sitting up again I kept Amy too turned on to fight by kneading her breasts with my hands. While Amy helpless writhed in pleasure in response to my manipulations I described to Amy what was going to happen.

"Once I finish striping you I'm going to tie your ankles to the bed so you can't close your legs. I will keep teasing you to make sure my present is nice and wet and ready to fuck. Once I'm satisfied your ready I will leave you tied to Omar's bed along and blindfolded." As I continued my description Amy put on the pretense of struggling but based on the volume of her moans her situation was turning her on despite of herself. "When Omar comes back he will find a hot naked woman tied to his bed with a message telling him your his birthday present. I'll let you guess what he will do with you tonight."

Abandoning Amy's breasts I turned around and knelt over my girlfriends nearly naked body. Sitting back over her stomach and using my weight to control Amy's fading struggles I slid her thong down her long shapely legs. This left my girlfriend wearing only a pair of stockings and a garter belt, this minimal covering calling attention to her nudity more than offering any decency. Placing my hands flat against Amy's hips and lower stomach I placed my weight on them, holding Amy pressed motionlessly down on the bed, and hoisted myself to my feet. However instead of trying to break free Amy only emitted a muffled moan at the pressure of my hands near her aching genitals.

A gentle stroke of Amy's thigh produced another moan. As I had suspected the idea of being tied up and left as a present for another man had turned her on more than I had ever seen before. I knew putting the rope around her ankles could be difficult so I continued to stroke her thigh as a distraction. Letting my fingers move down onto Amy's inner thigh she involuntarily spread her legs, desire overriding any rational preference she might have.

Moving my hand in between Amy's thighs I lightly brushed my fingers over her already quite wet lips. The moan this caused was load even through the gag. Continuing my teasing touch of Amy's privates I slipped a loop of rope over Amy's foot without the slightest protest from my preoccupied girlfriend. Intensifying Amy's distraction I allowed my finger tips to slip inside her while I repeated the process with the other foot. Judging from Amy's reaction she wouldn't have cared had I cut her foot off. Continuing to tease Amy I looped the rope up over the same bed post to which her wrist was tied. Pulling on the loose end Amy dutifully bent her knee back, further opening her crouch up to my ministrations. Tying a one handed knot I leaned over the naked body on the bed to duplicate the process with the other leg.

When I removed my hand to add a knot to the second ropes Amy released a loud plaintive grunt and tried to yank her legs away but I had already looped the rope around the far bed post and tight grip on the loose end. Tightly tying the rope back on to itself I eliminated any possibility for Amy to escape but her feisty nature required that she at least try to escape. Besides, I strongly suspected her complaint had more to do with sexual frustration rather than her now totally unavoidable fate. Ignoring the fuss Amy was making I ran my fingers down from her neck down to her thighs, "Wow you are hot, any man alive would love to fuck you. Now just to make sure Omar knows your for him."

Picking up a marker I continued, "Since you can't tell him yourself he gets to fuck you we better put a label on you." Naturally resisting the debasement of being labeled Amy tried to pull away. Wisely though I had waited until she was fully restrained to attempt this and despite her objections I easily wrote `Happy Bday' across her shoulders and `Fuck Me' in large letters on her stomach. "Now he knows your his present and even has a suggestion for how to play with his new toy," I commented with a smile. "Now the only thing you still need is a blindfold."

Staring at the naked, blindfolded, bound girl laying on the bed I commented, "Wow, that really turns me on, especially the way it says Fuck Me on your stomach." I began to massage Amy's breasts as I continued, "Makes me wish I was the one who got the present, but then I wouldn't have the fun of giving my girlfriend away." Continuing to knead one breast I moved the other hand back in between Amy's legs. Teasing her again for a few minutes I cruelly stopped and waited a minute while Amy's expression clearly begged for me to continue. Leaning over I sucked at her breast for a minute before returning my hand to between her legs. Seemingly taking pity on Amy I stopped teasing and slid my fingers deep inside her. Between my mouth at her breast and my fingers sliding in and out of her body before long the muffled moans rose to an intense pitch. I could tell Amy was approaching orgasm. With an expertise born of familiarity I continued for another thirty seconds bringing Amy just shy of orgasm, then stopped.

"Enjoy being used," I said, confident she would. "Someone, probably Omar," I teasingly added so behind the blindfold she might wonder who it was, "should come here soon." Then turning around I walked out of the room leaving my frustrated girlfriend alone in the darkness of her blindfold to listen for Omar to come home. Unable to make any use of the webcam in the dark I waited in my bed laying next to the thin wall also listening for Omar to return.

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