The knock on her door interrupted Lena's vibrator time. That was going to be a costly mistake. The little blonde didn't even bother to change out of her pink nightie. The fact it showed off her matching bra and panties via the gaps on either side of the single used button didn't seem to bother her. Not as she marched toward the door, vibrator still in hand.
"Yes?" she snapped, flinging the door open.
The boy on the other side was taken aback by her abrasive welcome. He even took a step back away from the door. He was well built. Probably from years at the gym. His face was boyish. More of a puppy dog than a person really. He seemed to regain his composure and stepped back up to the doorway. He took a deep breath and clutched his bible close to his chest.
"Good afternoon, Mam. Do you have a moment to discuss our lord and savior Jesus Christ?"
She was afraid he was going to say something like that.
"No. I don't."
He took in her attire.
"Why are you dressed like that? It's the middle of the day."
"If you must know I work the 4am shift and need to go to bed soon."
He looked at her vibrator.
"You shouldn't be doing that."
"And why the fuck not?" she snapped, pressing it into his chest, right over his nipple.
"It's sinful."
"Very."
She flicked it on. It buzzed to life and so did the boy. He began moaning.
"Please... stop that..."
"What?" she asked, switching to his other nipple. "This?"
"Yes... it'sss... sin..."
"You think that's sinful? You should feel it here."
With that she dropped it down to his dick. She could see he had already been hard from just looking at her. He ran it in circles around his junk. He came hard, shaking and then passed out right on her porch.
"Fuck."
A quick once over told her no one had noticed her little... indiscretion. She dragged the boy inside and closed the door. Locking it tight she set out to gather the gear she would need. First things first, those nasty pants had to go. Luckily for the boy, her exe left a pair behind that could fit him. She set his shoes and socks aside. Grabbing a trash bag, she pulled his pants and underwear off and tossed them in. She took a look at what he was packing under there. Not bad. She slipped the clean pants over him before pulling him into a wooden chair she had moved from the kitchen.
She brought out her stash of white cotton rope she used for playtime when she had a lover or two. She tied his ankles together first. Then she repeated the process just above his knees. The buttoned-up church shirt just wouldn't do. Taking it off she was pleased to find a white tank top underneath. Pulling his arms behind his back she tied each wrist to the back of the chair. She bound his arms to his sides just under the shoulders and made a loop around his neck further restraining his movements. Not a moment too soon. Her 'guest' had started to wake.
"Wakey, wakey," she said, patting his cheek.
"Wha...?"
"Have a nice nap?"
He tried to move.
"What... what's going on?"
"What's going on? You interrupted my playtime."
"Well, you shouldn't have been doing that. It's a sin."
"There you go again."
"What?"
"Judging me. You're just some sexually repressed little shit who thinks just because he goes to church that his god gives him permission to go around harassing others and forcing them to kowtow to his way of life."
"I..."
She shoved a big red ball bag into his mouth, strapping it nice and tight behind his head.
"You don't get to talk. People like you talk all the time. About sin. About what a woman is allowed to do. Well, I say I'm allowed to do this."
She yanked off his socks and shoes, tossing them aside.
"Whmmm arm yom gommm tm dm?" he mumbled.
She simply flicked on the vibrator. He clinched as tight as he could. It did him no good. She ran it over the heels of his feet. It was like lightning shot through his nerves sending spasms through his bound body. She ran the vibrator along his sides next. From there she moved to his armpits. His body rocked with so much laughter he was soon covered with sweat.
Lena climbed off her victim and headed back into her room. She had something special she never got to use. Something this little shit could use a healthy dose of. Returning to the living room she held up the little black riding crop for Francisco to see. She laughed as his eyes widened in fear. Shaking his head 'no' in a near panic he tried in vain to scoot his chair out of her reach. She just laughed and grabbed his feet. He shook his head. She nodded yes. She pulled her hand back, ready to swing.
Francisco closed his eyes. Lena swung. He jumped as he felt a light tap on his feet. Lena laughed hysterically.
"You should have seen your face."
