I don't usually post on this forum often, but I've started writing again and figured it would fit here. Just to mention, I like to write very descriptively, so the TUGs aren't starting until part two. Still, I hope it's a good story nonetheless. Besides, it's no fun without a little suspense, is it? Anyway... story:
As usual, Mark headed over to Tracy's house after school. They had been dating for a few months now. Over the course of their relationship, they discovered their mutual interest in bondage. Mark turned out to be quite the... master, and they took every oppertunity to play. Today was a nice Tuesday afternoon, as Tracy opened the door. He stepped inside, pulled her hands behind her back and kissed her passionately. When he pulled away, leaving her hands firmly in his, she said: "You're eager today, aren't you? Unfortunately, I have a test to study for, and I'm getting nowhere." When he heard this, he tenderly stroked one hand through her hair, without releasing her hands from the other. He pulled her head close and whispered in her ear. "Well, how about that. I think I may be able to solve both problems at once." He looked her in the eyes, and saw the sparkle of delight he was trying to evoke. He took her hand and led her to her bedroom.
He entered the room, pulling his girlfriend along, and lightly pushed her onto the bed. As she fell, she laid back and closed her eyes, patiently awaiting what's to come. In the meanwhile, her boyfriend had a look around. Most people would say it looks just like a normal bedroom for a teenage girl. It had a closet, a desk, a bed. While the closet was neatly organised, the desk was completely cluttered with textbooks and notebooks. His eyes quickly landed on the bed. He examined his subject from head to toe. She looked so sweet and innocent, with her eyes closed like that. She was wearing a simple white top that had ridden up to expose her midriff when she lay down. Mark could also see the faint outlines of her bra. He thought to himself that he would be seeing that and its contents soon enough. Looking further, he saw she wore a nice pair of skinny jeans and her Chucks. He unlaced her shoes and slowly removed them, exposing her white ankle socks. As he did, he lightly stroked her sole. He traced his finger along her foot and ankle, across her leg and knelt down. He reached under her and pulled out their box of supplies.