wormee
04-08-2003, 9:08 AM
It was one rainy day during my university years and I was out in the drizzle waiting for the bus. I was lost in thought, worried about my upcoming exams and was brought out of it by a splash. I looked down to see that a book had fallen into the puddle beside me. As I bent down to pick it up I noticed out of the corner of my eye the person who had dropped it. Slouched to the ground, the first thing I noticed were the white high-heeled boots. My gaze rose over shapely legs in a white mini skirt, a white jacket ensemble and finally a gorgeous face framed by jet-black hair. She smiled sweetly at me and said thank you as I wiped her book off on my jacket and handed it to her. Her name was Stephanie and as I gazed into her eyes I felt she was very gentle and caring- sweet. We chatted a bit about the miserable weather and she invited me up to her nearby apartment to escape the rain. Ah, she was so beautiful that I couldn’t say no. Besides what could it hurt? It wasn’t like she was a threat, right?
Her apartment looked like any other student’s apartment. A few pieces of furniture tucked into the tiny area. She made us some coffee and we talked some general chitchat, what we were studying, were we came from. After a while I was feeling a little light headed, but was enjoying Stephanie’s company. So I ignored it. Then she asked me into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe it, it was a dream come true.
As we crossed the threshold to her bedroom she put her arms around my shoulders and nibbled on my ear. Her hot breath blowing on my ear was ecstatic, and I pretty well lost it all. I would’ve done anything for her then and there. Her arms tightened their grip and guided me to the floor at the foot of her bed. We began to kiss franticly, up and down her neck, deep in my throat. Her hands were all over my chest, stroking and grabbing. They slid across my shoulder and down my arm. I was so lost in her caress that I was oblivious to everything but the lust. Until I felt something cold and hard on my wrist and heard a loud click. I stopped to see that she handcuffed me to the bedpost.
I looked at her curiously, not really afraid but confused. She just smiled and got up, walked to the other end of the room and sat down in a chair. She crossed her legs and a stared at me, a new expression on her face. Now I was getting concerned for while she still smiled, it was now a look of cruelty.
"Strip!" she said- no, she ordered. What kind of game was this sweet, innocent girl playing? Still glaring at me she repeated her order, and you could tell that she was serious. "Strip!" she repeated raising her voice and accenting it with a crack of her cat-o-nine tails. Cat-o-nine tails? Where did that come from? There it was, a small leather whip in her delicate hand. She meant business now.
OK, nothing to worry about. She was just being a little kinky. I’ve heard of role playing during sex. That’s what this was, right? So I decided to play along and started taking my clothes off. It wasn’t easy seeing as my hand was still chained to the bed. Stephanie just sat there, watching with cruel delight.
I had stripped bare and Stephanie gave me a smile of approval. She got up from her chair and walked towards me, her high heels echoing off the hardwood floors. She now stood above me and looked down on me. I could see it in her eyes that she was up to something. She wanted to have fun. She lifted my chin up with the handle of her whip, as if examining me.
"You’re going to be a good little plaything now, aren’t you?" she asked me. I just smiled at her, playing along with her little fantasy. Then whack! She smashed the whip handle across my face. Ok, now it was getting serious. That hurt. She grabbed me by the jaw and smashed my head into the brass bed rail. And she kept on pushing. I told her she was hurting me and her lips curled up in a cruel smile.
"That’s right," she chimed. She let go of my head and I shook it to get the feeling back into it. Then the pointed toe of her boot smashed into my groin and I doubled over in pain. Next thing I know my head is being driven into the floor beneath Stephanie’s boot. My arm still being chained to the bed, my body was now twisted in an uncomfortable position, and I could not move. Stephanie began pressing harder, as if she were trying to crush my head beneath her boot. And from the pain I felt, I figured she was suceeding.
Her apartment looked like any other student’s apartment. A few pieces of furniture tucked into the tiny area. She made us some coffee and we talked some general chitchat, what we were studying, were we came from. After a while I was feeling a little light headed, but was enjoying Stephanie’s company. So I ignored it. Then she asked me into the bedroom. I couldn’t believe it, it was a dream come true.
As we crossed the threshold to her bedroom she put her arms around my shoulders and nibbled on my ear. Her hot breath blowing on my ear was ecstatic, and I pretty well lost it all. I would’ve done anything for her then and there. Her arms tightened their grip and guided me to the floor at the foot of her bed. We began to kiss franticly, up and down her neck, deep in my throat. Her hands were all over my chest, stroking and grabbing. They slid across my shoulder and down my arm. I was so lost in her caress that I was oblivious to everything but the lust. Until I felt something cold and hard on my wrist and heard a loud click. I stopped to see that she handcuffed me to the bedpost.
I looked at her curiously, not really afraid but confused. She just smiled and got up, walked to the other end of the room and sat down in a chair. She crossed her legs and a stared at me, a new expression on her face. Now I was getting concerned for while she still smiled, it was now a look of cruelty.
"Strip!" she said- no, she ordered. What kind of game was this sweet, innocent girl playing? Still glaring at me she repeated her order, and you could tell that she was serious. "Strip!" she repeated raising her voice and accenting it with a crack of her cat-o-nine tails. Cat-o-nine tails? Where did that come from? There it was, a small leather whip in her delicate hand. She meant business now.
OK, nothing to worry about. She was just being a little kinky. I’ve heard of role playing during sex. That’s what this was, right? So I decided to play along and started taking my clothes off. It wasn’t easy seeing as my hand was still chained to the bed. Stephanie just sat there, watching with cruel delight.
I had stripped bare and Stephanie gave me a smile of approval. She got up from her chair and walked towards me, her high heels echoing off the hardwood floors. She now stood above me and looked down on me. I could see it in her eyes that she was up to something. She wanted to have fun. She lifted my chin up with the handle of her whip, as if examining me.
"You’re going to be a good little plaything now, aren’t you?" she asked me. I just smiled at her, playing along with her little fantasy. Then whack! She smashed the whip handle across my face. Ok, now it was getting serious. That hurt. She grabbed me by the jaw and smashed my head into the brass bed rail. And she kept on pushing. I told her she was hurting me and her lips curled up in a cruel smile.
"That’s right," she chimed. She let go of my head and I shook it to get the feeling back into it. Then the pointed toe of her boot smashed into my groin and I doubled over in pain. Next thing I know my head is being driven into the floor beneath Stephanie’s boot. My arm still being chained to the bed, my body was now twisted in an uncomfortable position, and I could not move. Stephanie began pressing harder, as if she were trying to crush my head beneath her boot. And from the pain I felt, I figured she was suceeding.