This story is actually not too explicit sexually, but it's not completely innocent either, so I placed it here.
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For the first time I was on a vacation trip alone with my girlfriend Candice. At this time we've been a couple for almost two years. She just recently took her high school diploma. I was studying already and had my own flat, where we used to hang out together. But now that she had more time, I wanted go away with her. Two week in which I would have her all for myself.
I was lucky to have met her at the right time. Would I have been her age I'm sure I would not have had plenty to offer. But now I had a flat, I had a car (thanks to parents) and thanks to little jobs as research assistant I even had a little more money than I needed for food.
The last point might not have been too important for her. It seemed like she had money on her own. But I surely would not have wanted to ponce her off. There surely would have been plenty of guys willingly giving her whatever she wants; she was stunningly beautiful. She was kind of tall, like 5'10. Actually, I wasn't considerably bigger than here. And when she was wearing heels, or even sneakers with a thick sole, she was the one who was bigger. And she was athletic. Sporty, at least. Unlike me she regularly worked out. There was nothing too much and nothing too little on her. Her body shape was just right for defining female sexiness. Her hair was a little longer than to the shoulders. If she wore it openly or bound to a queue, it both suited her beautiful face just fine.
Much to my pleasure she used to wear quite tight tops and pants. I guess these clothings were both comfortable and "opening doors". Or let's say, I'm pretty sure people tend to be somehow courteous when someone like Candice appears. And the day we started our travel was no different. She wore tight, black stretch pants that looked pretty comfortable. They had no pockets, no zip, no buttons, no tough seams. Just some pleasant garment that eagerly stretched itself around her gorgeous legs, waist and bum. Above she had a no less tight but white tank top on. her dress was simple, but the way it let her body shine through still took my breath away.
Out of the plane a bus brought us to the hotel. After checking in I brought the luggage to our room. Too bad it was no fancy hotel with bellmen or so, but who needs that anyway? I dropped the cases on the floor and she just plunked into the freshly made double bed.
"Ahhh", I relieved, "finally, two weeks without anybody disturbing us."
Some lustfully grinning eyes raised in the bed to look at me.
I opened my suitcase to get something special out.
"And do you know what's best?"
She still looked asking.
I pulled out some handy velcro-cuffs. The cuffs were closely connected and on the opposite side of the velcro they had a clamp that was just big enough to fit around the rods of the bed rail. They would easily be attached with a free hand from "the outside". But with hands stuck in those cuffs it would be absolutely impossible to grab and hold the clamps in a way it could be detached from the rod it was clinging to.
I always liked to play the thought of having my girlfriend tied to the bed, her perfect body fully at my disposal. Thoughts of exploring the deepest depths of her feminine wonderland flashed my mind. I just had to use the chance of our shared vacation. And she would surely enjoy it, too. I would take care of that.
"There is nobody here who could help you."
I tried on an evil grin and held up the cuffs.
"What's that?", she just asked.
I grinned even more and slowly I approached the bed.
"With those I will make sure you won't escape me."
"Oh-kay?", she sounded a little disbelieving.
I tried to act confident about what I was doing, but somehow I felt a little bit insecure now. I had expected a reaction that would be a little more, well, keen.
"Wanna try on?", I asked.
I guess that was dumb. I was not supposed to ask questions. I was supposed to give orders. But too late... for now.
"Don't know."
"Wanna find out what I'm gonna do with you when you're at my mercy?"
I really tried to sound hot---and persuasive. But her look really was not too excited.
"Come on, they're comfy", I tried to convince her.
"Oh yeah?"
Ok, that battle wasn't lost. I knew she was in for this. She used to drop little hints before. But I surely could not just grab her, throw her into position and tie her up. If she would not like that, this would be really gross, if not worse. So I came up with the second best idea.
"Yes", I said, "I'll show you."
Maybe she was just afraid. Time to show her that there was no need to. I carefully laid the first cuff tightly around my wrist and closed the velcro. I proceeded to the second cuff, but since the velcro was sided on the back of the hand and the cuffs were closely connected to each other, I had a hard time closing it.
By this time she sat at the edge of the bed, observingly watching what I was doing. As she seemed to have enough of silently giggling over my futile struggle against the second velcro, she said: "Let me help you", and closed it for me.
Her hand carefully stroked over the cuffs.
"And they will be comfortable for full two weeks?", she asked.
My heart jumped. Slowly but surely she seemed to let herself in for that.
"Yes, they're pretty soft." I gestured with my cuffed wrists.
"And I really won't be able to get out? I mean, they don't open accidentally when I pull too much?"
"No". As a demonstration I pulled and struggled the best I could. The velcro would not work loose.
"Cool", she said and did not sound bored any more, "and now?" In fact, she sounded a little curious.
"Now I'm gonna tie you up, my love."
She smiled. "Yea, but how does it work? I mean, I'm gonna spend two weeks in these things. Don't you want to attach them to the bed, every now and then?"
That was going to be so great. With renewed enthusiasm and courage I jumped on the bed. She followed me, still carefully watching my every move. I grinned ear to ear. Soon I would peel off those cuffs and put them around her perfect little wrists. I inhaled her scent and for a second I focused on my little friend down there, who was just as excited as I was.
"Ok, well, it's easy", I explained while I laid on my back with my head towards the bed rail, just where her head would rest very soon, and raised my arms until my fingers felt the cold steel of the rods I would secure my gorgeous girlfriend to, "you just lay at this pleasant position, rest your cute little arms at the rail, and I'm gonna take that little clamp-", she bend over me to have a look at what I was talking about, "you see it?", I asked.
She bend over a little more. With one hand she felt for my crotch and it was obvious that she was feeling my arousal in her hands. And with the other hand she felt for the cuffs until she finally said: "Yes, there."
"Alright. So, yeah, I'm then gonna 'click' it to the rail, and then you're secure."
I felt a fast but forceful pull on my wrists, heard her voice asking: "You mean like so?", followed by a "Click" and as I tried to whip my arms away from the bed rail, I was stuck.
I smiled. But not in an amused way, more like a sarcastic "very funny".
She smiled, too. Her face hovered closely over mine. She had a content but asking expression on her face.
"Yes, just so. Now unfasten me."
A very quiet but expressive laugh came out of her sweet lips. "What for? So you can attach me there instead?"
"Yes."
She looked down my body, patronizingly, and let her hand run from my inner thighs upwards. As it went right over my crotch, to my amazement, and to my detriment, I felt a pretty "hard" resistance "standing" in her way.
Now she smiled endearingly.
"Don't you wanna find out what *I'm* gonna do with you when you're at *my* mercy?", she almost exactly copied me, but emphasized the "I" and "my" pretty much.
I never thought about this this way around. But somehow I was really aroused. That Candice outfoxed me so easily, the loss of control, not knowing what will happen next, and of course her heavenly appearance, confused me. It asked too much of my simple mind. It seemed like she opened the gate and now my libido was exposed to her, and her alone.
Of course I could not admit that.
"Ha ha, come on now, untie me."
She still smiled. It became terribly obvious that she wouldn't dream of releasing me. And since her hand wouldn't dream of going away from my crotch, it also became terribly obvious that my little friend down there was not too sad about how things have evolved.
She made herself comfortable by leaning over and resting on my body. Her fingertips stroked and tickled my face, and she blew her warm breath right into my nose.
"That serves you right", she said, "you wanted to tie me up in that humiliating position with two weeks nobody coming to my rescue."
I tried to avoid her tickling fingers, but that was futile.
"I did not want to keep you tied up for the whole two weeks", I protested instead, "that was your idea."
"Tell it to the marines, you dirty little rascal!"
"Rascal?"
She smiled again and patted my cheek. "Yeah, I guess I'm gonna call you whatever I want now, don't you think, little boy?"
I still acted like I wanted her to release me, but judging by the nervous jumping of my member in her hand she must have known that in reality I wanted this strange situation to last.
"Ok, you had your fun, now untie me already."
Instead of answering me verbally she opened my pants and began to stroke my member right through my boxers. Also, she did it more rhythmically now and very soon I could do nothing but to groan and moan and to whisper only little symbolic words like "Please" and "Candice" and "Ohhhhh".
"You know that I led you a merry dance with all that 'show me how it works', don't you?", she whispered into my ear.
Between some more ecstatic moaning I replied a weak "Yes."
"So, I assume you admit defeat."
She did not stop stroking my member, touching his most sensitive parts with just the tips of her fingers.
I whispered another "Yes".
"And you know that there will be nobody who can help you now, not for two full weeks."
"I'm dead in the water."
Suddenly her stroking stopped. I looked at her, into a brightly smiling face. She straddled me and rested with her hands on my elbows, pressing them down not quite comfortably. Her bum hovered so closely over the bulge in my pants that it touched the tip of my member every now and then, giving him no chance to back down again.
After she looked me in the eyes for a few seconds she started to shove up my shirt and ran over my naked body with her fingernails.
"I should have make you take off your shirt before I let you put on your cuffs."
"Too bad. But at least you can still pull off my pants before you tie my ankles to the other rail."
She, again, smiled down on me. "Before I do what?"
I looked puzzled. I'm not sure why I said this. For one thing I said it because that would have been what I would do now, if I were in her position, and she in mine. For another thing I might have said it because I craved for it to happen.
"Well, that is what I would do, or would have done."
She patted my cheek again, but this time the clap was much stronger.
"You really wanted to make me completely helpless."
"Well, that's where the fun starts."
"That is humiliating."
"No. Being fooled and overpowered by one's own girlfriend is humiliating."
I've never seen such a patronizing look being so lascivious at the same time. She turned her head around to have a look at my crotch. Even though I could not see it I felt that there still was a big tent and that it head a wet peak. She turned to me again, but left one hand behind to grab my member and to stroke it a little.
"Then you must really love being humiliated by me."
All I could answer was another moan of pleasure.
She let up on me and stood up. She walked to my suitcase and seemed do look for something.
"So, what would you have used to tie my ankles?"
"There must be a cord."
Pretty soon she held it up. "This?"
"Yes."
Again that patronizing look. "You're pervy, somehow."
She laid the cord on the bed and started to pull my pants. I moved my legs to help her get my pants off. The huge bulge in my boxers now was exposed completely. And still it was moving, jumping to catch Candice's attention. As if she knew it, she winked at my member.
"Ok", she said as she threw my pants on the floor, "how would you have tied me?"
"Well, probably with legs spread." She looked asking. "So I can reach your body openings...", I silently explained.
She rolled her eyes. But then she grabbed one ankle and forcefully pulled it to the one side of the rail and did the same with the other ankle, but to the opposite side. She took the cord and laid it next to the first ankle.
"Ok", she said, "how would have tied the cord around me?"
"I would have tied it with one loop directly and tightly around your ankle, with no rod being in that loop, too. This way you can't wriggle yourself out of it."
"Alright", she said and started her work. She made two tight knots. They were not sophisticated knots. With free hands one could easily undo them. But with my hands stuck in the cuffs those knots were an insurmountable obstacle.
She looked at me asking and I continued: "Well, now I would just wrap the cord around a rod, lead it to the other side, wrap it around a rod there, pull it tight and then tie another loop around the second ankle."
Watching her tying me up carefully was perhaps the most exciting thing I ever experienced in my life.
After she was done she surveyed the result and said: "That is so awkward. That is so degrading for you. I really could do anything to you now."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I can't believe you wanted to put me into that position for two weeks."
"I'm sorry. I thought it would be fun."
She looked at my crotch again and smiled. "Oh, it looks like you're having fun, don't worry about that."
That was a little embarrassing. I never thought I would like it so much to be the weaker one. Being overpowered at the hands of a girl, being helplessly tied to the bed and at her mercy for as long as she wants, and with my arousal being so totally and obviously exposed to her, I felt somehow emasculated. I felt the exact feelings I expected her to feel when I would have tied her to the bed. But to me it always seemed like those feelings would suit a woman better than a man.
"I'm sorry, Candice", I repeated, "I did not plan this to happen. I did not knew it would happen. Please don't be disgusted. Just untie me and I'm sure I will calm down pretty fast."
"Oh no, you won't get away so easily."
I felt captured and relieved at the same time.
"Also", she continued, "even though it would surely 'disgust' me to be humiliated like that", she gestured widely with her hand over the bed, "I never said that it wouldn't be appropriate to humiliate you a little."
I smiled.
"You're a bad boy."
"At least I tried to be."
She smiled. She walked over to me again, climbed onto the bed and straddled me. She gently caressed my face with the soft tips of her fingers and said: "And maybe there even is something in for me. I mean, beside having a sex slave at my disposal for no less than two weeks."
I grinned. "Like what?"
"Seeing how much you like the position you're in now, after two weeks you might have get used to being at my service so much that you would not wanna miss it ever again."
"Right now, I don't consider anything to be impossible."
She gave me a little peck and then reached behind to my member again. Her fingers knew exactly where they had to touch him to make him stand in attention.
"You know that I won't let you get off for the full two weeks, right?"
"No?"
She smiled sympathetically and explained: "No, I need your horniness to keep you submissively obedient to me."
Now I smiled, too.
"I don't wanna chance you to get out of whatever makes you like being my little bitch."
"You like that, too, huh?"
She grinned. "Let's just say I always wanted to have a dedicated errand-boy just for myself." She did one intense stroke around my member, squeezing another moan of pleasure out of me, and added: "And here's my chance."
"Oh god, that feels so good that I think eternal servitude would be a fair trade for that."
"Now we talk the same language."