"Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:05 am

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."

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby footmasterp » Thu Nov 20, 2014 5:23 am

Awesome story...pleaseeeee continue :)

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby Ryguy98 » Thu Nov 20, 2014 12:16 pm

great start can't wait to read the rest!

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun Feb 22, 2015 8:47 pm

With that being settled, Candice grinningly announced:

"So, my little boy, now it's time for a little punishment", and started to tickle me.

It did not take her more than a few seconds to get the first laughs out of me. Very soon I laughed uncontrollably. Well, at least for me it was uncontrollable. Candice, on the other hand, of course had very much control over everything. She proved that by granting me little breaks whenever I felt like I was nearly passing out. As I grasped for air she gently blew her sweat breath into my mouth and nose and then she continued to drain me.

After what seemed like hours I heard her laughing and talking.

"I'm starting to see what you hoped to get out of that", she said and vaguely gestured over my tied body.

"Oh, please, Candice, have mercy", was all I could reply.

"Aww, little boy wanna give up already?"

With that she tickled me just a little more. I wanted to beg her to stop, but all I could do was laugh.

As she finally stopped torturing me, I was broken. She adjusted her seat astride my hips, her soft fingertips gently carressed the sied of my body.

"Who's in charge?", she asked nearly whispering.

"You are."

"Say my name."

"Candice."

"Good boy."

Candice got up and stepped beside the bed. She smirked at the bulge still jumping in my boxers. With seducing moves she went back to the bag she took the cuffs and rope from.

"Let's see what you had planned for me."

The first thing she pulled out was a pair of shiny handcuffs. She looked at me and just asked: "What for?"

"Well", still drained and mesmerized I needed a few seconds to focus, "they're, well, safer, than those velcro cuffs."

She said nothing, just kept looking asking. So I added: "Especially outside the bed."

"Ah, ok."

She kept searching and then she pulled out a small chain and two small padlocks. She held them high and again looked at me.

"Uhm, I did not really know for what I planned to use these things. I just thought they might come in handy."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm honest. Well, I'd have probably used this to keep you secure outside bed, too."

"How?"

"Don't know. Maybe I would have locked your handcuffs to your belt or so using the chain."

"You really wanted to make me your bitch, huh?"

"No! Well, I don't know. I thought it would be fun."

"To keep me like a dog on all fours for a whole of two weeks?"

"I never said anything about the whole two weeks!"

"Yeah, right. I should report you to the police."

"Oh, come on. I wouldn't have done anything you wouldn't like."

"I'll think about it. But you're totally under arrest, boy."

"Yeah, that's obvious."

She smiled. "But tied to the bed you're not very useful for me."

"Do you want to make me serve you?"

"Well, that's the least."

"Ok."

"Maybe we should try on those handcuffs, huh?"

"You're the boss."

"That's right."

With that she reached over me and undid the veclro cuffs from the bed rail. She stepped aside again and said:

"You can untie your feet yorself."

I did as she pleased. I stood up and faced her. That was my chance. I started to smile and peeled off the velcro using my teeth.

"Game over, girl", I said.

"You think this is a game? I was totally serious as I said that you're under arrest."

I opened the other velcro with my now free hand and let the cuffs fall to the floor. "Oh yea?" I could'nt help grinning.

"Yea. And I'll use force, if I have to."

"Wow, now I'm afraid." I slowly approached her.

"I don't want to hurt you", she said.

I took her shoulders and pulled her to me. She struggled against me, but I just started to kiss her on her mouth.

"That was really hot, but now it's my turn", I whispered.

"Last chance", she replied.

I grinned and kissed her again. Suddenly a fierce pain struck me. I fell on my knees and realized that she had smashed her knee into my crotch. I was kind of stunned and she was already behind me. I was pulled toward the bar. I tried to struggle, but the tickle drainage, the pain at my crotch and my all too athletic Candice overpowered me. Then I felt the handcuffs closing around my first wrist. She forcefully pulled my arms behind my back and around a table leg of the bar and then the other cuff closed. That's it. I was trapped. Again. The bar was screwed on tightly to the floor. No way to get out.

I saw Candice stepping in front of me, her hands on her hips, looking down to me.

"Sorry I hurt you", she said.

"Well, I started it", I said, "shouldn't be whining now cause I'm losing, huh?"

She smiled. "Everything ok down there?", she asked.

"I'm fine."

We shared a moment of silence---and acknowledgement, I guess.

"So", I said, "how long will you hold me prisoner?"

She smiled again. "Well, just as long as it takes to convert you."

"Convert? Do you want me to worship you?"

She grinned. "Well, some day, sure, but first of all I want to cure your wannabe dominant attitude and replace it by a submissive one."

"Oh, I think you already achieved that."

"Permanently."

"24/7?"

Grinning again. "Yes."

"How do you think this could ever happen?"

"Well", she seducingly approached me and felt for my crotch, "once you get used to being my captive, I'm pretty sure you'll become addicted to that constant tease very soon."

As she stroked my bulge I had to moan, just as to prove her right.

"See?", she laughed.

"That's not fair."

"It's not supposed to be."

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby tony2 » Mon Feb 23, 2015 3:47 am

cute story --- well drawn out.
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:05 pm

Seeing my desperate situation I tried the only thing that promised to give me a little more freedom than being cuffed to a table leg:

"You said I'd be of no use for you when tied to the bed. Ain't it the same now?"

She smiled. "Well, yea. Let's see. Do you have keys?"

"Supposed to be in the bag."

She searched a little but then she said: "No, nothing."

I had to swallow. "Don't fool me."

She showed me the empty bag. Nothing.

"Oh my", I said, "don't tell me I've forgotten them."

She shrugged her shoulders. But soon she looked kind of angry again.

"So you wanted to handcuff me and you didn't even bother to bring keys?"

"I thought I had them!"

"I should kill you", she said and acted as if she would kick my head, but her sneaker thankfully stopped a few inches before.

"I'm sorry."

"Yea, you'll be more than that."

"So, what should we do?", I asked

She thought a little. "Maybe I should ask the concierge for keys. Maybe this happens more often than we might think."

I think I blushed a little.

She saw this and said: "Or do you have a better idea?"

"No", I quietly admitted.

"Ok. I'll be back, don't go away."

"Ha, Ha."

With that she took both (!) keys to the room and left. I think I even heard her locking the door. I'm not sure why. Maybe so no one else can enter the room and find me in my helpless position.

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Candice approached the reception and the concierge greeted her with a warming smile. Maybe because this is just his job, but even if it was not, most people greet Candice with a smile.

"How may I serve you, Ma'am?"

Candice did not talk too loudly as she said: "Well, uhm, this may be a little matter of delicacy, but I think I need handcuff keys. Actually, my boyfriend needs them more."

The concierge still smiled. "No problem, Ma'am, we've got some."

He went to some cabinet and a moment later he came back to Candice, discreetly handing her a little key.

"Thank you very much." She hesitated for a second but then she added: "Uhm, actually, when do you need it back?"

The concierge looked enquiringly.

"I, actually, I just want to change my boyfriend's position. I'm not sure whether I want to release him."

"No problem, Ma'am, you can keep the key for a while. Would you tell me your room number?"

"137."

The concierge looked something up, then wrote something down. Then he said: "You're boyfriend booked the room, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, he ordered your lunch to go to your room for the whole two weeks. So I suppose you need the key just as long?"

Now Candice blushed a little. "Well, he just likes the idea of me being in charge, I guess."

She stumbled a little, but obviously in a pretty charming way, since the concierge just said: "Understandable."

She smirked a little.

He realized that this last comment was not too appropriate. "Ok, well, Ma'am, just keep the key as long as you want, no problem. I'll tell the cleaning personnel to only get in on request. Would that be fine with you?"

"Yes, thank you very, very much."

"My pleasure, Ma'am."

---

Candice re-entered the room again and, of course, found me still sitting at the table leg. She shifted her weight on one leg so her hips were a little tilted, emphasizing the perfect shape of the thigh that was a little higher. She looked down to me quite strictly, as she showed me the key and she said:

"Good news is, I've got a key."

"Are there bad news?"

"Yea, well. The concierge told me you wanted our lunch to be brought to our room for the whole two weeks."

I blushed again. Why did he tell her that? She would have found out soon anyway.

"So, you damn liar really wanted to keep me tied for the whole two weeks!"

I tried to find an excuse but there was none. I just sat there, caught and trapped.

"You gonna pay for that", she threatened.

"I know."

"You know nothing. I wanted to go out with you. I wanted to go to the beach. And now you force me to keep you prisoner in this room for the whole time."

"You could just release me and we do all the things you want."

"Yea right. As if I'd believe a word you say."

"Please, Candice. You've won. I surrender. I'll do anything you say. For the two weeks and, if you want, forever."

"You're saying that now that you're trapped. But as soon as I let you out, you'll be defiant in no time."

I did not know what to say. I think she was right.

"Also I don't trust you any more."

"Oh, come on. I really would never have keep you tied if you didn't like that."

"Don't know. But it's definitely not true the other way around."

I smiled.

"Yea, keep smiling, bitch."

"I love you Candice."

"You're just horny."

"Yea. I'm quite into you being dominant."

"Do you understand the gravity of your situation?"

"Of course."

"I'm not sure."

"Tell me."

"You can no longer be my boyfriend."

Now I had to swallow again. "No?"

"As I said, I don't trust you."

"I'm sorry, Candice. Really."

"Doesn't matter."

"How can I make it good?"

"Well, as I said, you'll have to change."

"Become submissive to you? I already am."

"Well, we had that."

"Yea, I know. Permanently and 24/7. I think that's cool."

"Well, since I don't trust you, you have to prove it."

"I will."

"And for that I'll keep you tied up. I will never release you until I'm convinced that you're 100% loyal and submissively obedient to me."

"Ok."

"Even in public. Everyone shall know that I'm in charge. And everyone shall know that you love it."

"Ok."

"Then, you will pay."

"I will."

"Alright, then let's see what we can use to keep you restrained while you're serving me."


....to be continued...

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby xtc » Thu Feb 26, 2015 3:22 am

Welcome back. A well-told tale.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Thu Feb 26, 2015 8:27 pm

Candice laid the rope, the velcro cuffs, the chain, and the two little padlocks on the floor before me. I could do nothing but watch her planning how to keep me tied up for a really long time. The worst part of that was that I was still sitting there in my boxers so there was no chance to hide how much this situation excited me and my little traitor down there. And from the little grins I could tell that Candice noticed. One time she took off her shoes and stroked the bulge a little with one foot. As she felt the instant reaction she laughed a little and raised her foot right under my nose. As I took a deep breath, she laughed even more.

"Kiss it!", she ordered and I happily obeyed.

Inspecting the things she laid on the floor, the said:

"Well, that's not really suitable. Don't you have anything more practical?"

"Sorry, that's all I brought."

She thought about it a little while and then she announced: "Well, think we have to tinker a little bit then, huh?"

Candice went through all cabinets and drawers and such, seemingly searching for something. After a while I heard something like a loud "Ha!". What she found was a sewing kit and a bunch of metal rings. I'm not sure why there were such things in here. The hotel's webpage said something about craft stuff crochet stuff or so. Maybe these rings were part of it.

"What are you going to do with that?", I dared to ask.

"You'll see."

Next, she searched her own bag. She pulled out some scarfs and tights. As she laid the tights to the floor, she said:

"Since we won't go out I think I won't be wearing a dress or skirt anyway, huh?"

"I can only repeat that we can do whatever you want."

"Yea, yea, you'll just buy me new and better ones when we're back."

"Ok."

"The same holds for the scarfs."

"Of course."

She took a pretty long scarf in her hands. It was a pretty simple one, made of cotton I think. I knew she had more valuable ones, made of silk or something like that, but it was standing to reason that she did not want to waste one of them for what she did now. She tied the ends of the scarfs around my ankles. She used normal but pretty tight knots. Then, she took the sewing kit and finally I realized what she had in mind. She started to sew up the knots she just made.

"Oh, come on, Candice, don't you think you go a little overboard with that now?"

"Shut up", was all she had to say.

I quitely obeyed. Better not mess with her now.

It took her a while and it was obvious that she did not have too much fun sewing. But eventually she had sewed up both of the knots pretty thoroughly. Of course I would still be able to free myself with a knife or scissors or anything like that, but as long as Candice was around, there was no way I could ever loose the knots now, not a bit.

She stood up with a little groan. "Alright boy, now for your arms."

I still said nothing. I just looked up to her, and I must admit, I admired her somehow. The more it became clear how much I really was at her mercy and that she had somehow forced me into that, that I did not just let her tie me, the more I felt inferior.

"But you gotta help me with that. In the end, you're the slave here."

"'Slave'?"

"Yea, let's just call it what it is."

"Ok. I like my position."

"That's obvious", she said pointing to the slightly moving bulge under my boxers.

"You're so hot, Candice."

"I know."

While we talked she took one of her tights and sat down behind me. She started to tie it around my upper arm right above the elbow.

"You know, Johnny", actually my name was "John", not "Johnny", and she never called me Johnny before, but I think a little belittling was appropriate now, "you're not the only one who thinks I'm hot."

With that she laid one of her feet into my lap right on the bulge.

"However", she continued, "you're the only one who's my slave now. I hope you appreciate that."

"Oh, I do."

With Candice' lovely foot moving on my crotch I had a hard time bringing the words out of my mouth so I guess I sounded pretty stumbling. Candice giggled silently but bell-like enough I could hear it.

Now I felt how she tied the tights around my other upper arm, again right above the elbow. After she was done my upper arms were connected just so I could barely bring them to the sides of my body.

She pulled ont he tights one more time. As she was content, she said: "I'll open the handcuffs now. You know what happens, when you try anything funny, huh?"

"Yea. I'm not gonna mess with you again."

"Good boy."

I felt the cuffs open. Thank god the key worked. I brought my hands to the front and wanted to stroke my wrists a little until I noticed that due to the tights connecting my upper arms behind my back I could barely reach my wrists. And there was no chance at all I could reach the knots in the tights.

"Wow, that's pretty effective", I had to admit.

Candice just smiled. "Ok, boy, before you go to work I would allow you to go to the toilet now."

"Better take that chance, huh?"

"Probably."

Of course she did not let me alone. I had a hard time there, being excited and watched, but after a while I managed it.

My task now was to ... sew. Oh, my. Candice told me tie the feet of another tight around metal rings and sew the knots up. As I started working (I had to search for the things needed and figure out how to use them first) she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. After just a few moments she suddenly said:

"Get me something to brink, bitch."

Ok, I thought, better get used to that. I got up and went to the refrigerator. I brought her a soda.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure."

"And sit down here, at my feet, while you're working. This is your place."

"As you wish."

I packed the stuff I needed and made my self comfortable as close to Candice' lovely feet as possible. If I had to sit at that humiliating position, at least I wanted to inhale her glorious scent. And it worked and it really was a pleasure.

From time to time Candice looked down to me and as she saw me working carefully, she granted me a smile and gently caressed my face with the upper foot of her crossed legs, causing another sensation in my boxers, which she noticed with pleasure.

After I was done, she inspected my work.

"Looks good. Next you will cut off the legs of another tight and connect one metal ring to the respective intact ends the same way."

I was not sure where this was going, but of course I obeyed. I got everything I needed and sat back down at my position. Before I started to work, I kissed her hovering foot. I did not know why, it just seemed natural to me. Seemed like the "conversion" started already. She did not comment it.

Time went by and finally I was done again. Of course she inspected the sewing again.

"Well done, boy. Now lay down on your back."

I looked enquiringly and Candice just pointed to the floor right before her. I did was she said and then she straddled me so that my lower arms were incarcerated between the bound of the tight around my upper arms and her thighs, pointing upwards. Then she took the cut off legs and tied the ends without a metal rings around my wrists, of course followed by some thorough sewing. As if I was not trapped enough already.

It took some time again, but my position was surely worth spending hours in. That's why I was a little sad as she was done and stood up.

"Get up, boy", she commanded.

I sat up and wanted to stand up, too, but she stopped me:

"No standing up!"

She sat behind me, her legs spread to the left and right of me. She took the intact tight with the metal rings connected to the feet and laid its crotch onto my crotch. Then she pulled the feet behind me and tied them together. She inspected the length of the tight's feet. Then she did some more knots behind me until they were short enough. Again, followed by some sewing.

Now it was very clear, what she had in mind. After she was finally done, she sat on the couch again, crossing her legs. Oh, I loved her legs inside those shockingly tight pants.

"Bring me the padlocks, boy", she said.

My heart jumped. I got the two little padlocks, the keys still in them, and brought them to my mistress.

"Kneel down!"

I obeyed.

She bent over to me and took the legs of the tight around my waist. She connected the metal ring tied around my left wrist with the metal ring of the leg on the left and secured it with the first padlock. She carefully closed it and took the key. Then she did the same with my other wrist.

Now, even if she would loose the tight around my upper arms, I would still be pretty helpless. Again, with something sharp, I would be able to free myself. But with Candice around... She would not allow that. The ties were more than enough to permanently put her in a superior position. And she still had the handcuffs. With them, she could easily secure me if she would not be around, or asleep or something like that. Now it was evident. If she wanted she could keep me prisoner forever. That was not just an idle threat.

With that coming to my mind, the bulge created a wet tip. Candice noticed, of course, and grinned down to me. She raised one foot a little to play with my testicles and said:

"Starting to accept your fate, huh?"

"Yes."

Suddenly my phone made a silly noise.

"Oh, someone is getting a message?", she said.

"Seems so."

She went to my pants still laying on the floor and reached into its pockets and pulled out my phone. She took a look and then said:

"It's Henry."

I swallowed.

"He asked: 'Already made her your bitch?'"

I swallowed again.

"You told him what you wanted to do?"

She looked angry so I swallowed yet again.

Candice turned the phone around, aimed, and snap. Then she wrote back "tables turned" and sent a picture of me in my ties.

"What do you do?", I asked.

"Tell him what happened."

I blushed.

"Well, he asked."

"What does he say?"

"Nothing yet."

I just sat there and waited. That was embarrassing.

"Ha ha, he says: 'omg, have you written that, Candice?'"

"Oh my..."

"Now he says: 'lol, i dont know whether i should feel sorry or envy him :)'"

"What have you told him?"

"Just that you tried but I won and that you have to be my 'bitch' forever now."

"Oh, well, just say him he can envy me..."

She smiled and wrote it.

"Ha Ha", she suddenly laughed, "oh my god."

With that she came to me and showed me the phone. There it was, right after Candice had written "he says you can envy him":

"ha ha, yea, well, then tell him i acknowledge you as mistress"
"*HIS mistress, not mistress in general, lol"

"Traitor", I mumbled.

"Your fate is sealed, boy."

"Yea."

Candice smiled again to the phone.

"What are you writing?"

"Just said that it's too bad he doesn't accept me as mistress in general, but then he said that he already has a girlfriend."

Another loud laughing out of Candice' mouth.

"What?"

"He just said that he should ask Susan whether he can be her slave, too. He's really envying you."

"Oh dear."

Candice went to her purse and pulled out her own phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Writing Susan."

"Don't you-"

"Shh", Candice interrupted me.

I quietly obeyed. What else should I do.

"I'm just telling her that Henry wants to be her slave and that it feels good to have your boyfriend under control. Maybe she thinks about it."

"Girls 2, boys 0, that would be hard to take."

"Ha ha, don't pretend you don't like it. I still see your bulge."

"Ok, you win. Again."

I looked into a warming smile.


to bee continued.

Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby tony2 » Thu Feb 26, 2015 9:32 pm

A new assignment for HS sewing classes....
If you believe in yourself enough -
nobody else will figure out you're faking it.


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Re: "Evil plan" for vacation trip backfires (f/m)

Postby john4711 » Sun Apr 05, 2015 8:00 pm

"You should be be thankful that you can openly admit that you're pussy-whipped. At least to one guy. Else I'd have to prohibit you from meeting your 'friends' ever again."

"Cool..."

I was still on my knees and Candice was standing right in front of me with slightly swaying hips while she was typing the stuff into her phone. After a few seconds she looked down on me and smiled again. She shoved her phone into one of her very tight pants pockets.

"Feeling good down there, boy?"

"Knees start to hurt."

"Poor boy." With a merciful expression on her beautiful face she gently stroked my member with one of her feet again. "Maybe it's time I finally make use of my new sex slave boy toy, huh?"

I groaned a heartful "Ohhhh, yes, please, Candice".

She took a good grip of my hair and pulled me up. I loved the sense of authority and eagerly followed my godly mistress to the bed. She virtually threw me there like the object I was. I laid on my stomach as I felt her climbing astride me. I felt her hand in my neck as she pushed me down to lay flat on the mattress. Then she undid the tights that bound my upper arms, and when she was done, she turned me around. She pushed my arms on the mattress beside me and climbed over them with her knees on my shoulders. Just to show me who's in charge, she shifted all her weight on her knees and thrusted them into my shoulders with one quick move of her hips. As she could see the pain in my face she had an evil grin. Then, her knees slid higher until her thighs laid tightly on my cheeks. I could smell her pussy through her tight and stretchy pants as she ground with her crotch against my head.

I waited for her to get undressed or torture me or anything like that. But instead she just kept grinding. She raised her crotch higher and higher until it was hovering over my face. She rubbed her pants at the exterior of her pussy and her ass against my face for several minutes. I don't really know why but it made me seriously horny.

Without a word she suddenly stood up. I laid there with a nervously jumping member in my pants, fearing this was the end already. Luckily she returned, with handcuffs.

As she climbed on the bed again she patted the bulge in my pants and then raised my arms to the bed rail and cuffed them there. My arms were pretty much trapped between the tights that pulled them to my waist and the handcuffs that chained them to the bed, making me feel even more helpless than with handcuffs alone. Then, she finally stripped. First she took off her white top. Oh, how much I loved the view of her bra right now. Then she pushed down her all too tight pants. Together with the pants she took off her socks. Right now, just a warm blow of her breath against my member would have surely been enough to make me explode. She straddled me again but took good care not to touch the bulge down there. Her pussy again hovering over my face, now only very small panties in the way. She did not even have to lower herself. I eagerly raised my head to reach her pussy and serve my mistress.

I only had the chance for a few licks and kisses until she raised her crotch too high for me to reach it. I desperately looked up to my goddess just to see another evil grin.

"I want to you to beg for my pussy, like any good, pussy-whipped boy would."

"Please, Candice, I beg you, let me serve your pussy."

"Say it like you really mean it!"

I tried to sound even more desperate. "I beg, beg, beg you, my goddess. Please, please let me. I want to be your and your pussy's bitch forever."

With a quietly whispered "Good boy" she lowered her seat again, granting me the honor to serve and suck and please her.

I knew it was horniness that made me submissive. What I did not yet know was that she would teach me to stay in this state out of bed, too.


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A little short than usual due to lack of time. Hope someone still enjoys reading it. Story shall be continued...