"Yes, Sarah. There's a nice branch on the tree."
"Octopus." She paused. "I really want to do this, but I never want to do anything you won't like."
"Sarah, I am dripping wet for you."
I heard her set several things on the bed behind me. I didn't look, but instead continued to stare at the tree outside my window. She walked around to stand in front of me. "Look at my eyes," she ordered. I looked up into her beautiful eyes.
"I've never done this before," she told me.
"Neither have I."
"You are amazingly beautiful, Allison. Please help me stop running."
"Oh honey." My heart was instantly breaking for her.
She stepped up and kissed me. When she pulled away she said, "If I go too far, you must stop me. Promise me. You might have to scream your word at me. I'm not going to gag you."
"I promise."
"For now, I'm not blindfolding you either. I want to see your eyes. I love your eyes, Allison. But if you peek, I'll be angry. Legitimately angry, not faking."
"I won't peek."
She smiled before her hand snaked down between my legs. She slid inside me. "Oh my," she said. "You are sodden for me."
I nodded.
She took her fingers from me and slipped them into her own mouth, sucking my juices off her hand, her eyes never leaving mine. I squirmed.
"Hands behind your back, palms together," she ordered, stepping behind me. I complied. "Good girl," she said.
She wrapped something around my arms, just above my wrists. "I am using rope," she said. She pulled the rope taut, then used her hands to squeeze my elbows closer together behind my back. She wrapped the rope around my arms several more times then somehow tied it off.
"Tell me one of your fantasies," she ordered. "Something you've thought about doing but have never done."
I thought about her question. In the meantime, she moved up my arms with the rope to just below my elbows, binding them with the rope. I still hadn't answered her.
"Allison," she said. "I can tie this so it remains moderately comfortable or, I imagine, rather uncomfortable."
"My fantasies are boring," I told her. "Two weeks ago I told you I'd thought about someone doing all this to me, but I lied. I have never given anything like this a passing thought."
"Give me your favorite uncompleted fantasy right now, Allison."
"Doing it outside under the stars," I told her immediately. "Where people might see me."
"An exhibitionist fantasy?" She wrapped the rope around my tummy, then did more things in back, and I found my arms becoming decreasingly mobile, tied off behind me.
"Not exactly," I said. "More like lowered inhibitions. All my fantasies are about doing things I don't think I could really do." I paused. "But I'm pretty tame. I haven't dated anyone in several years."
"I must blow all your inhibitions out of the water," she said while tightening one of the knots.
"It was an inhibition attack earlier," I told her.
"How did you get past it?" she asked me.
"I asked a simple question: what would I do for you. The answer made everything clear."
She stepped in front of me and kissed me, caressing my cheek. She stepped away and looked at me for a moment, smiling.
Her voice turned low. "Have you started wondering what I'm going to do to you? I wonder if you'll enjoy it."
I felt my heart start to thump in my chest.
"I'm not remotely done binding you, but already you're helpless. You'd never free yourself from my ropes."
I struggled against them. I couldn't reach any of the knots.
"Eyes straight ahead," she reminded me. "Or I'll punish."
She stepped behind my out of sight, then tied another rope around my arms, this one above the elbows. She cinched it tight, then tied it again just under my armpits. She stepped in front of me and tied a knot with the rope just above my breasts. "Now is when it starts to get exciting."
My bed had an open metal frame foot board. She wrapped the rope around the pipe and began tugging on it, pulling my chest down to the pipe, forcing me into a bow with my head hanging off the end of the bed.
Still kneeling in front of me, she tied it off, kissed me, and stood up.
"Feeling helpless?" she asked me.
My heart was thundering in my chest. "Yes."
"Do you like it?"
She began caressing my bottom. I wanted her touching me. I squirmed. "Yes."
"Have you thought about doing anything like this to me?"
I laughed. "I hadn't but I am now."
She spanked my bottom. It stung. I yelped.
"Do you want to spank me?"
"I-" I paused. "Maybe."
She spanked me again.
"Do you like it when I spank you?"
"Yes."
She gave me two good swats, one on each cheek. I yelped again. Then she caressed my bottom softly, and if it were even possible, I felt myself growing wetter.
"Do you understand your feelings?" she asked.
"No."
"But you like surrendering to me?"
I did. I like not having to make any decisions. And I really liked knowing she wanted me this much I told her that.
"I've barely begun, and I can never tell you how much I want you, or how much it turns me on to see you with your ass in the air like this." She reached between my legs and run a finger through my slit. "I love knowing how wet you're getting."
She painted my lips with her damp finger.
"Do you like how you taste?"
I liked my lips. "Yes, but I like how you taste better?"
"Do you?"
"Yes."
She moved back in front of me. I watched as she slipped out of her jeans, still wearing her blouse and panties. She slid her hand inside her panties. "I'm very wet, too, Allison. Looking at you waiting for me like this makes me very horny."
She pulled her hand out and it was glistening. She stepped up to me and slowly, sensuously wiped her juices against my lips. I could immediately smell her musk. I moaned into her hand and tried to take her fingers into my mouth. She let me.
She let me suck her fingers thoroughly before pulling them from my mouth.
"I could cut your hair," she told me.
"Oh!" I didn't like that idea. She began playing with my hair. "Don't worry," she assured me. "I like your hair longer. But I could dye it. I wonder how you would look as a platinum blonde."
She giggled. "You could be my platinum blonde love slave."
I squirmed.
"Do you want me to die your hair? You're squirming."
"No, but I like belonging to you."
She stepped away and retrieved something from the bed behind me. I stared out the window.
She stepped to my side and wrapped a rope around my right leg just below my knee. She tied some sort of knot, then pulled my leg to the right, spreading my legs, and tied the rope off to the bed frame. She stepped to the other side, carrying another rope as she went past, and treated my left leg the same way.
"There," she said. "All secure." She swatted my bottom again. I jerked against my bonds. "I do love seeing you helpless and squirming for me." I heard the grin in her voice.
She began caressing my entire body, touching me here, touching me there, light touches, a quick tickle here, a tap there. I never knew where she would touch me again. Every touch wakened more nerve endings, all of which seemed to have a direct line to my vagina. I felt like I was dripping down my legs, I was so wet and horny.
"Mine," she said.
"Yours," I agreed.
"Mine," she said touching my ear. "Mine." She flicked an engorged nipple. "Mine, mine, mine." Each word was accented by a touch.
"Yes," I said. "Yes."
"You love this, don't you?"
"Yes."
"I love touching you, Allison. I love making you squirm. I love knowing you're mine. I love watching this stunning body of yours squirming under my touch."
She retrieved something else from the bed. I heard a bottle of something open and the distinctive sound of liquid being squired from a bottle. She stepped up to me after a moment and began running her hand on my bottom. Her hand felt wet, oily. She slipped her hand between my legs, and her fingers parted me expertly before beginning to tease my clit. I jumped.
"Mine," she said. "Mine."
"Yours," I said in a whisper. "All yours."
I couldn't start squirming and began to pant.
She rested her other hand on my ass, then I felt her tapping at my anus.
"Have you ever done anything here?" she asked, tapping me.
"No."
She pressed at me with something. It wasn't her finger. She continued to tease my clit, making me squirm. I felt my anus begin to swallow whatever she was pressing into me. She slid it in very slowly.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't answer. I squirmed and pressed against it, sliding it deeper inside me. I gasped.
She continued to apply pressure and I was slowly filled.
The fingers on her left hand never stopped teasing my clit, and it was driving me insane. I wriggled my ass, which just drove further home whatever she was pressing into me. I felt it bottom out. She gave it one last push to settle it.
"There," she said. "All plugged."
"Ohhhh."
"Do you like it?"
"I don't know," I said in a whisper.
She began tapping on it while continuing to tease my clit and I almost went insane with the sensation.
"Do you want to be mine?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to belong to me?"
"Yes."
"It feels good to surrender."
"Yes, Sarah!" I squirmed, and I knew I was close to coming.
"When you come, you will be my slave, won't you."
"Yes, Sarah."
"When you come, you will be thinking how good it feels to obey me."
"Yes! Oh Sarah!"
"Are you close?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes."
"Will you obey me, always obey me?"
"Yes!"
She began whispering into my ear. "It feels good to obey me, Allison. It feels good to belong to me. You want to obey me, always."
"Yes! Yes!" I started to come. She continued to tap the plug while her fingers teased my clit. "I'm coming, Sarah!"
"Tell me you're my slave."
"I'm your slave! Sarah! Oh Sarah! I'll obey!"
"Surrender."
"I'll surrender!"
I exploded to what she was doing to me with her hand, screaming her name and promising to obey. She slid her fingers inside me and pressed against my G-spot. My vagina clenched around her fingers tightly.
She continued to whisper into my ear the key words. "Mine, surrender, obey."
And all I could think was, "Yes, yes, yes."
I shuddered and shuddered, her fingers pressed inside me, until finally I slumped.
She slowly withdrew her fingers then moved to sit on the floor in front of me. She looked up at me and slowly slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them while watching me. "You taste divine," she said after pulling her fingers from her mouth. "You look divine, too."
I looked at her, my brain still all muddled. She was so young and so beautiful. I wanted to wrap myself in her and have her never let go. My heart was bursting with love and lust and desire.
"Are you going to untie me?" I finally asked.
"Not quite yet," she said, smiling. "I'm not at all done with you."
I smiled weakly at her.
"Now, don't you go anywhere," she said, getting up. "I need to go find a permanent marker. I think I saw some in your computer desk. When I was snooping." She grinned.
"Oh no." I had forgotten about the permanent marker.
"Oh yes." She patted my cheek. "I'm a graphics artist, Love. I wonder what I should draw on your skin."
While she was gone, I struggled against my bonds. She had me well tied. I wasn't going anywhere.
I couldn't believe how quickly she had reduced me to begging the way she had. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. That wasn't entirely true. I wanted Sarah in my life. And the things she did to me felt so amazing. The sense of belonging was overwhelming.
She walked back in the room. I almost turned to look at her, then stared straight ahead, which really meant the at the floor in front of me, bent over the bed frame the way I was.
"You almost peeked," she said.
"Yes. But I didn't."
"I'm glad you didn't. I like knowing I can trust you." She sat down on the floor in front of me where we could look at each other.
"Allison. Octopus."
I blinked at her a couple of times.
"Are you all right with this?"
"Yes," I told her. "I'm very confused about my own reactions though."
"Bad reactions?"
"No. I-" I didn't know what I wanted to say. "I don't want you to stop. I don't want you to ever let me go."
"It might be hard to do your job like this," she said, grinning at me.
"That's not what I meant."
She smiled. "You want to remain mine. You want me to make you obey me."
"Yes."
She leaned forward and kissed me then leaned back again. "And you're confused because you could never have imagined this before."
I nodded.
"We're both figuring it out as we go, Allison." She reached up and caressed my cheek. Then she held up a permanent marker. "You only had black."
I stared at it.
"I really want to draw something on your skin, but I suckered you into a wager, and I'm not sure it's fair."
"What are you going to draw?"
She grinned at me, stood up, then whispered in my ear. "Thank you." She moved to my side and leaned her hand on me. "No moving now, even if it tickles. I can't erase it if you make me smudge."
"Please start slow," I requested. "Is it going to hurt?"
"I'll try not to let it hurt." She rubbed her hand over my bottom, letting me know where she intended to draw, then I felt the marker slide across my skin. "Did that hurt?"
"No."
I felt my mind shutting down again as she drew, surrendering to her. I couldn't describe it, but it felt good to let her do what she wanted.
She spent some time drawing, and it was a large drawing extending partway up my back, almost all the way down to my leg, and over to my hip. I held as still as I could for her.