Hey everyone,
For those of you who have read my last post and have been waiting for the sequel, you shall wait no longer! (at least for the first part, below. It's fairly long and I don't have time for all of it at once! More on the way...) Enjoy!
This story is the follow-up to my previous story, "Bondage with a friend from college." It happened a little while after the first story. If you remember, my first experience occurred in my room; I told my friend I thought it would be fun if we had more room - you know, it would make it more interesting. So we waited until his parents went out of town. We were both really busy with school at the time, so we only had a couple of hours. But here's what happened.
I put my "bondage box" where I keep all my tie-up related stuff in my car trunk when I went to school that morning, then after class and work that evening I headed to my friend's house. I rang the door bell and he opened the door.
"Hey," I said. "What's up?"
"Not much," he said. "Just trying to work on my end of semester projects. It's hard to make progress, though." He was an artist and therefore didn't have much homework and never had tests, but that meant the projects at the end of the semester were huge and always stressed him out.
"I guess I came at the right time then," I told him. "Now you can take a break from your projects and think about something else. Who knows, maybe doing about something else for a while will get your creative juices flowing."
"Doing something else?" He asked, with raised eyebrows. "Who says I'll be doing something else? I'll have plenty of time to work on my projects while you're struggling on the floor."
I gave a short laugh, trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.
"Speaking of which, why are your clothes still on?"
I blushed even deeper. Then, with James still watching, I stripped off my shirt and jeans.
James gave me the once over and said, "different color this time, huh?"
I blushed again. I had decided to wear the same speedo-like briefs as last time; at the time I was humiliated, because I hadn't expected James to make me take off my clothes - so when he made me strip to my underwear I was super embarrassed that I had chosen to wear them that day. But, having ample time to prepare for this occasion, I somehow convinced myself to wear them again - after all, being reduced to so little clothing was a pretty big turn-on the first time. Only this time they were black, not red, which James had apparently noticed. What he really noticed, of course, was that I chose to wear them a second time.
"I see," he said, knowingly. "So you like being tied up naked, huh?"
I didn't respond. Saying nothing amounted to concurring, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it to him verbally.
James walked over to the dining room table where I had placed the bondage box and opened it. After rummaging a little and grabbing a few items, he turned back around. I stood there, hesitant, almost naked, and nervous, wondering what he was going to do. He brought a chair from the table over to the middle of the room, set it down, and said, "sit down on the chair." I did so, and he began to tie my hands behind the chair back. Then he tied my wrists to the back of the chair, near where it joined the seat. After that, he proceeded to tie each ankle to the chair leg nearest it. I could feel myself slowing getting turned on, and tried to fight it. I could feel the air on my whole body, though; being made helpless with so little on was such a thrill, it was even better than my first experience.
After tying me up, James left the room. I wondered if that was all he had planned for me (not that I was complaining), and could hear him opening the back door to let his dog out into the yard. I tried my bonds; they were pretty tight, but I could sense a little slack in the wrists that I knew I could exploit with enough patience and time. I didn't get the latter, however, because James came back in the room soon thereafter.
I was facing the opposite side of the room, so I couldn't see him enter, I could only hear the swish of his jeans as he swiftly approached. He totally surprised me by walking straight up behind me and without saying anything whipped a cloth over my eyes and tied it behind my head. My helplessness was instantly multiplied by a factor of ten. Not only was I unable to see what James was doing (and thus prepare myself mentally for what I knew was some creative 'torture' of James'), but nearly my whole body was naked and exposed to whatever he had in mind. All of a sudden I could feel every square inch of my bare skin as if every hair was standing on end.
I didn't dare ask what he was going to do - I knew he wasn't going to tell me, and I didn't want to betray how anxious and nervous I was, or how exposed I felt. So I just sat there and waited in blind suspense. He didn't make me wait too awfully long.
I heard him retreat out of the room, and sat waiting, straining to hear him return. Then, out of the blue, I felt a cold, wet, slimy something drawn across my bare chest, up near my right shoulder. I flinched hard, cringing against the cold, unknown something. I really had no idea what it was. Was it food of some kind? Or some kind of lotion or cream? My thoughts were interrupted by another jab of the same sensation: something cold, oily, and wet being dragged briefly across my body, this time right near my armpit.
I have terrible sensitive and ticklish armpits, I must add, and my flinch this time was quite violent. I also couldn't help letting out a spontaneous, "Aaaghh!" as my body jerked away, trying helplessly to protect itself from the unwanted slimy intrusion. I heard James chuckle in delight. The jabbing and slimy dragging continued, punctuated by an unpredictable pause and silence so I had no idea when the next strike would come. With each attack I let out an increasingly desperate complaint, ranging from "ooh" and "aaahh!" to "stop it!" and - James' favorite - a helpless, pleading whimper.
He moved down my ticklish and sensitive side and also out across and down my chest. He was moving slowly but unmistakably towards my right nipple - another source of sensitivity and embarrassment. I have (at least by my estimation) fairly large and very sensitive nipples, which I have always been embarrassed to show off to others. So the thought of having James paint whatever it was he was using on my nipples was the source of a fair amount of anxiety and more than one desperate whimper as he approached.
Then, out of the blue, and after a particularly long pause, he nailed it right on the tip. I let out a loud "Aaaaahhh!" and twisted away violently. Delighted at such a fantastic response, James began an unrelenting attack on my right, then my left, nipple. I twisted and squirmed, struggling against all the ropes tying me to the chair, but of course it didn't work. There was nothing I could do to stop the merciless, unpredictable stabs of slimy cold on one of the most sensitive parts of my body. By a couple of minutes in, I was begging James loudly to stop.
James began laughing uncontrollably, and after a while he left my nipples alone. Instead, he just moved down my body to my bellybutton - arguably even more sensitive and vulnerable than my nipples. Whatever it was he was using, it had a fairly hard, narrow tip, and he thrust it suddenly into my bellybutton and dragged it around. I laughed and squirmed, trying desperately to throw him off, but the cold tip remained, agitating my sensitive spot relentlessly for what seemed like 10 minutes, leaving its slimy cold residue behind.
"Aaahh! God! Stop! Ohh, please!!" I moaned helplessly, trying to control my instinctive impulse to flinch violently. I just couldn't. I couldn't help myself one bit. Finally, he relented; I was breathing heavily amid fits of laughter and fearful apprehension. The blindfold kept me in the dark and made the whole body ten times as sensitive; it was almost unbearable.
I suddenly felt the cold tip on my inner thigh, right below my underwear and right up against my crotch. Again, I flinched violently. James seemed to know exactly where all my sensitive spots were. Unbelievable! James laughed again, striking the jackpot for the third straight time. I couldn't bear the feeling of his oily something or other right between my legs next to my crotch. And worst of all, this whole exercise had me totally turned on, and he was focusing his attention on exactly that part of my body! I was totally humiliated, the more so because each time he struck reminded me of how naked and helpless I was. I couldn't even see what he was doing, or how my body now looked after all this. After an unbearable length of time, he finished around my junk and began 'painting' or whatever it was he was doing all over my chest, shoulders, stomach and legs. He must have been at it for 20 or 30 minutes before relenting. Then he untied my hands from the chair and removed my blindfold. There was James, grinning malevolently, holding a watercolor pencil in his right hand.
To be continued (only 1/3 done, in fact!)