Final exam periods are like that. Everybody’s busy and studying, holing themselves up in their rooms. I simply wasn’t in the mood anymore; I finished three ten-page assignments and read through three enormous novels in the course of a week. I was spent, and I just wanted to relax. So here I was, alone on a Monday night at about 8 PM, bored and stressed and surfing on the internet.
I had just finished watching a third episode of Smallville on my computer out of boredom. I was about to watch a fourth, and then decided that perhaps I wouldn’t be able to tolerate another showcase of horrible chemistry between Lana Lang and Clark Kent. I closed the video-player and decided I’d try to do a bit more work and possibly get a really early night’s sleep.
It was at that point that I heard the all-too familiar chime of my web messenger, alerting me that I had received an e-mail from Facebook. To be honest, I’m not one to frequently use Facebook. The only times I ever really check it are when someone sends me a message, invitation, or friend request. Other than that, I simply don’t fascinate myself so much in the lives of others that I must scour everyone’s profiles for hours on end.
I opened up the e-mail. Apparently, I had received a private gift from my ex-girlfriend’s friend, Lin. It had been a while since I spoke to her, mostly because my ex-girlfriend hated it when we were still together. There was a good reason for it – Lin had a reputation for stealing boyfriends, and had been quite obvious about it. There were lots of times when she’d invite me over alone, and even kept dropping hints. I never did anything when I was still with my girlfriend – first of all, because I’m a good guy. And second, because my girlfriend would have torn my face off and eaten it. However, we had broken up now, although it had barely been a week at this point.
I read the message that she sent me with the gift. “Hey Sam! Here’s a Christmas present so that you don’t forget to give me one as well! Hope you’re doing ok. What are you up to? Send me a present!â€
I logged on to Facebook to return the favour. While picking out a gift, I chose the handcuffs as a joke and wrote “Hey Lin. I’m sure you can find quite a few uses for these

I sent her the online “gift†and started browsing the other crap I usually waste my time on when I go on the internet. A few minutes later, a notice pops up saying “____ wants to add you as a contact. Do you accept?†So I did. Immediately, the conversation began...
???: Hey Sam... lol thanks for your present, I like it

Me: Oh, hey Lin! Yeah I hope you like them

Lin: lol! Hey are you still in town or are you gone for the holidays?
Me: Actually I still have some exams, but not for a while. Just home and bored right now.
Lin: same same, well i’m not going anywhere now anyway
Me: haha. You’re by yourself? What about your boyfriend?
Lin: Out of town as always. Maybe i can use your handcuffs to keep him at home now

Me: haha see? It’s a good present, AND it’s useful too now.
Lin: lol but i can’t really use these

Me: Seriously? Haha (NOTE: I’ve always had a habit of typing “haha†as filler during text chat), well if you really want a pair i can make it your Christmas present. You can surprise your boyfriend without having to go through the awkwardness of buying your own.
Lin: lol! Yeah you should, sounds like a good idea

Me: Fuzzy cuffs? Haha why do i think you have more experience with these kinds of things than I should know?
Lin: they’re so cute, i saw them before, and i really want some. Get them for me? Pleaaase?
Me: Wait, are you kidding, or do you really want that? ‘cus if you want maybe we can chill tonight. We’re both alone, bored, etc. I could bring you your fuzzy cuffs and I can say hi to Montana and Doug (her dogs).
Lin: Hmm sounds good. When can you come over?
Me: Give me about ten minutes to get changed, another five to drive over and probably a couple extra minutes to pick up your... “presentâ€.
Lin: haha ok. Call me when you get there.
Me: Sure thing. I’ll see you soon, ttyl
Lin: hey wait
Me: whats up?
Lin: can you do me a favour?
Me: Yeah, sure, anything. What could I do for you?
Lin: wear the handcuffs when you come

Me: You... you want me to wear pink handcuffs to your apartment?
Lin: just put them on behind your back when you knock on the door, and don’t forget the handcuff keys
Me: Uuuuuuh.... sure... I can do that. I’ll uh... be wearing handcuffs then.
Lin: Perfect, I bet they’ll look really cute on you ^o^
Me: Haha sure thing.... anyway i’d better get going so you can kidnap me or whatever
Lin: lol how did you know that was my plan??
Me: what??
Lin: Kidding. Come over! Now!
With that, I turned off my computer and took a quick shower before changing into my casual outdoor clothes and my winter coat to combat the unforgiving Canadian winter of Hell. I have to say, I was pretty excited about this. I was also a bit nervous, worried that I’d actually look like a complete idiot if I did what she told me to do. Was she really serious? Lin had always been a bit of a joker, and a kook. She was pretty high-energy and often messed around. Part of me felt like I was setting myself up to be made a fool of.
However, I did indeed still stop by the stag shop. If anything, she was at least still going to get her Christmas present. The pair of pink fuzzy cuffs was not hard to find at all; soon enough I was back on the road and only blocks away from her apartment building.
I parked my car in the guest parking lot. Before leaving, I took the fuzzy cuffs out of their packaging. I shoved the plastic container inside my backpack and put the keys and cuffs in my pants-pocket. I left my backpack closed in my car and walked inside. I buzzed her room number, and soon enough my call was answered.
“Hello?â€
“Hey, it’s Sam!â€
“Oh, hey Sam! Come in. You remember the room? 416...â€
“Cool. I’ll be right up.â€
“Ok, I’m unlocking the door.â€
The front door’s lock clicked and I pulled it open. Across the hall were the elevators. I took one to the fourth floor and walked a short way down the hallway.
Before I knocked, I took a bit of time to contemplate the situation. Should I really put on the handcuffs? Or was the whole thing a total joke? Was I about to get laughed at, or, even worse, taken for a complete freak and never spoken to again?
I took the handcuffs out and put them on behind my back. I kept the key in my right hand. I figured that I’d give it a shot, and if I sensed anything wrong, I’d take off the cuffs before she ever knew.
I knocked on the door with my head, not having the freedom of my hands anymore. From beyond the door I heard Lin yell “Coming, just one sec!†over the barking sounds of her dogs.
A few seconds later, and Lin opened the door. There she stood: a short, skinny, 20-year-old energetically smiling girl. She was incredibly cute.
“Where’s my gift??†was the first thing she asked.
“Holy Hell, so were you really serious about that?†I asked, causing her to look disappointed.
“So I guess that means you don’t have it?â€
“Actually....†I turned around to show her my cuffed hands, and heard her explode with laughter.
“Oh wow, I can’t believe you really did it. Aww... my cute fuzzy pink handcuffs....†she murmured as she grabbed my wrists and checked her brand new cuffs. “Haha, they look so cute on you. I knew they would. Thanks for them, they make me happy.â€
“The key’s in my hand, should I take them off now?†I asked.
She reached into my hand, made me open it, and took the key herself as she said “nope, you’re not done wearing those just yet. Come inside!†she said as she yanked me in by the link between the handcuffs. “So are you guys really... done? You and Molly, I mean... sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it...â€
“It’s ok. We were just way too different anyway. Even you know how she can be...†I said as she brought me into her room. “She’s always been pretty stuck-up and tense... she could never relax or be lazy for even ten seconds. She constantly had her mind focused on one thing or another and never stopped.â€
“I agree. Molly and I sometimes get into big fights over that... I mean, sometimes I just want to have fun but she treats everything like a job. And she always argues. Here, sit down,†she said as she pulled out a chair.
“Ha! So it’s not just me then who felt that way about her.â€
“Not unless we’re both crazy...â€
“...said the girl to the boy she’s keeping handcuffed in her room...â€
She giggled. “Good point. Hold on....†Lin unlocked one of the cuffs with the key. For a disappointing second I thought she was letting me go. Then she brought my wrists behind the chair and locked the cuff back on.
“Hey, what?†I asked as I moved my hands. The handcuffs were now linked through the back of the chair, meaning my hands were bound to it as well.
“I told you my plan is to make you my hostage,†she said with a wink. “Hey, do you want a drink? I’ve got beer...â€
“What kind of beer? Got any Alexander Keith’s?â€
“Hold on,†she said as she went to the fridge. “I’ll get you whatever my boyfriend has... oh! That’s funny. Alexander Keith’s is all we even have.â€
“Perfect.â€
“Do you smoke?â€
“...That’s... entirely dependent on what you mean,†I stated.
“Cigarettes?â€
“Sure do.â€
She laughed. “So no pot?â€
“Actually...â€
“You mean pot as well?â€
“Err...â€
“I thought you said it depended on what I meant.â€
“Yes. And by that I meant that I smoke everything.â€
“Crack too, eh?†she retorted.
I stammered. “Woops. No. Ok, just cigarettes and the occasional joint...â€
“Well I’ve got both, so how about I roll up a joint and... do you need a cigarette?†she asked as she walked back into the room.
“Actually I have almost a fresh pack right here in my left pocket. I’d be able to get them if I wasn’t shackled to the chair. I guess you’re going to free me now?â€
She cocked her head to the side and looked slyly at me. “No no, actually I think you are just fine as you are. Don’t worry, I’ll help...†she reached one hand out and put it on my leg. She moved it up the inside of my leg, almost just barely passed my groin, and moved it over the rectangular bulge in my pocket. She reached inside and started moving her hand around. Her thin fingers groped around the inside of the pocket for a long time before pulling out my cigarettes. “Here we go... SAM!†she suddenly shrieked.
“What? What?!†I started freaking out too. Then I looked down and noticed something – the rectangular bulge of my cigarette pack was gone, only to reveal the much more frightening bulge of my enormous boner.
“Oh holy crap! Lin I’m so sorry, I totally wasn’t thinking anything. It’s just that you’ve got me here all handcuffed and your hand was kind of rubbing up against my leg. It was just friction, I swear. Here, it’s going now, see? Oh my God, I’m so so so sorry, please don’t be freaked out. Seriously, that was really bad. I know you’ve got a boyfriend and all, and – hmmph!â€
“Shush, you,†she said as she clamped her soft but firm hand over my mouth. “It’s okay. Calm down. It’s my fault anyway for sticking my hand around in your pocket. No need to be shy, trust me, I understand. Besides, I think being handcuffed is kind of turning you on. Did Molly... use to tie you up?â€
“Hmmph...†I grunted while shaking my head, her hand still covering my mouth.
“Oh! Sorry. I guess that doesn’t help.†She took her hand away and picked up two of my cigarettes. “One for you, one for me. Anyway, you were saying?â€
“Hmm? Oh yeah. Molly never did anything like that. Although this one girl I used to know liked it when I was tied to her bed, and vice-versa.â€
She giggled. “What happened to her?â€
“It was just a temporary thing. I used to tutor her ESL and now she’s gone back home across the freaking world.â€
She sighed. “Too bad... sounds like you liked her.â€
“Yeah, she was nice.â€
“Here you go!†She said as she stuck a cigarette in my mouth. She held me closer by my chin with one hand and lit my cigarette with the other. I inhaled and puffed out a drag. She took the cigarette out of my mouth and put it between her lips. “Let’s just share this one for now. It’s going to be hard for you to smoke your own at the same time.†She took a drag and held the cigarette up to my mouth again. She kept helping me smoke until it was gone. “Now let’s smoke that joint...â€
She whipped up a rather large jay. I was impressed. It would last a long time and smoke well. She lit the end and inhaled. Just like the cigarette, she held the joint to my mouth between her fingers for me to inhale. However, this time she wouldn’t let me exhale. After I took a sizeable drag, she took the joint away and locked her palm over my lips again, looking me in the eyes with an almost predatory-like stare.
“Hold it in,†she said. I did. After what felt like almost a minute she moved her hand and let me breathe. “You’ll get more buzzed that way. Hold on...â€
She walked away to her dresser and opened up a drawer. From it she took a long red bandana. She folded it into one long strip and came back.
“What’re you doing with that?†I asked as she walked behind me. My question was answered by Lin trying the cloth over my eyes.
“Blindfolding my hostage, of course,†she giggled. I felt her stick the joint back in my mouth. I inhaled yet another copious breath. The moment the joint left my lips, her hand was back on my mouth. “Hold it...†she said as she took her own drag.
When she uncovered my mouth again, she walked around to sit on my lap, facing me. I could feel her thighs on my legs and her knees around my hips. I could feel her fingers straddling me, from my face down to my groin, and back up again. When she reached down to my groin she gave me a quick squeeze.
“Wow, you’re even bigger than last time...â€
“What? Oh damn it, not agai-hmmph!†My flustering was interrupted yet again by the palm of her hand. It smelled like strawberries.
“Stop worrying, Sam. You’re single, remember? Have some fun.†She un-hand-gagged me and gave my groin another small squeeze through my jeans. “My boyfriend’s a nice guy... but he really has one of the smallest dicks I’ve ever seen...†She kept methodically rubbing and pulling, making me bigger and harder with every passing second. “...and he never lets me do this kind of stuff to him...†I heard her take a drag of the joint. “Open your mouth.†I complied. I could hear her move forward, and suddenly she was very close to me; I could feel her hand on my check and her breath on my face as she blew smoke into my mouth. “He never smokes this stuff, which is a bummer. And whenever he drinks, all he does is get sleepy and go to bed instead of being any fun.†She put the joint in my mouth and made me inhale, only to hand-gag me again for another thirty seconds. “Sometimes I’m pretty sure he’s not even totally interested in me.†When she removed her palm from my lips, I was gasping for air. “This joint’s almost done. How about I crack open your beer?â€
“Sure... sure thing...†I stammered. “Hey, are you sure this is ok? With you and your boyfriend, I mean.â€
She sighed. “I like him a lot, but we’re still young. There’s no reason to commit. Anyway, I doubt we’re ever getting married. Besides, he’s cheated on me before, and I’ve cheated on him. Guys should know it’s too hard to keep me tied down... unlike my Sam right here,†she mocked as she patted my head. “Why? You don’t like this?â€
I let out a breath of relief. “As long as it’s okay with you, then of course it’s okay with me. Like you said, I’m a single guy, and I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t fun.â€
She giggled. “Good boy. Here’s your beer.†She tilted my chin up with her fingers and put the beer to my lips. I drank as it flowed down my mouth. She was surprisingly skilled at it, making sure I didn’t choke or sputter. “Uh-oh, hold on. I still don’t like this...†I heard her get up and walk to a corner of the room.
“What do you mean?†I asked. She came back. I heard her walk back in front of me. Then I felt a rope fasten around my left ankle and around the chair leg. She then did the same to my right ankle to the other leg.
“There. Now you can’t just stand up and walk away. You’re my hostage, bound hand and foot. What do you think?†I struggled against the bonds a little. They were good. I tried harder. However, the ropes around my ankles were tight. My wrists were impossibly trapped in the fuzzy handcuffs. “Hold on,†she said. I felt another rope wrap around my stomach twice. Then she took my handcuffed wrists in her hands and wrapped the rope around. She made it tighter, pulling my body up against the back of the chair and my hands fastened to the back. “Now there is no escape.†She brought the beer to my lips again and poured more down my throat. She wiped my mouth with her hand and sat back down on my lap.
I was feeling very high now, and very horny. The buttons of my button-up shirt were being opened one at a time, her thin fingers straddling down my chest and stomach as she undid each one. When my shirt was fully open, she began to run her hands all around my bare chest. They went from stroking below my neck, to playing with my cold nipples, to scratching my stomach, to rubbing my hips. She tickled me a little and I squirmed.
“Ticklish, huh Sam?†she mocked. Before I could say anything she had her palm on my mouth again. She really liked to hand-gag me. Her other hand started tickling me wildly and all I could do was squirm and moan. “Just tell me when you want me to stop,†she quipped. Her hand was squeezed over my mouth to the point that I could hardly make a whimper. “Sorry, what was that?†she said as I jolted from another tickle-assault. “I can’t really hear you...†her fingernails kept running all over me. “You’re really sensitive, look at that,†she said as I tried to yell through her hand. However, trying to speak only made her gag me even more tightly with her palm. “What? Sorry?†she kept saying. “I can’t hear you. Must be hard to talk with me covering your mouth like this... is it?†she continued to tickle-torment me in my gagged moans. “Is my hand bothering you?†she said while laughing cruelly. “Should I move my hand so you can answer?†she wouldn’t take any of my muffled groans for an answer. I could only keep writhing and moaning as she kept going and laughing. “Oh, if only I wasn’t such a bitch, right Sam? If only I’d let you say something instead of torturing you like this. If only I wasn’t so sadistic and evil, and so incredibly turned on by this... oh! And I can tell you’re enjoying it too.†She tickled me for a few seconds longer and then stopped, although she was still hand-gagging me. “Alright Sam.... tell you what. I’ll stop if you be a good boy and do as I say. Ok?â€
I “hmmph’d†a “yes†while nodding my head. She finally took her hand off and walked behind me.
“I’m going to untie you from this chair, but don’t move or get any ideas,†she said.
“Who? Me? Ideas?†I asked. “This whole thing is your idea. Not that I’m complaining.â€
“Shush, before I really gag you. I’ll do it so hard your jaw would ache after five minutes, and you wouldn’t be able to take it off or say anything. Fortunately for you, I want your mouth right now, so be a good boy and do as I say, ok?†she patted me on the head like a dog. The rope around my torso was removed, and she also untied my legs. Once my ankles were untied from the chair, she got one piece of rope and tied them to each other. She undid the handcuffs from the post, effectively freeing my wrists. However, I let her put them back on behind my back as my legs were tied, and I was enjoying myself. Yet I found myself mentally picturing the roles being reversed; her, blindfolded and handcuffed and shirtless as I groped her all over. Those pink fuzzy handcuffs would have looked great on her, in my mind.
Once I was free from the chair, she stood me up on my bound feet, handcuffed and blindfolded.
“Lie down on the bed,†she commanded. “On your back. I’m untying your feet, but don’t get any ideas, alright?â€
Before I could answer, she pushed me over and I landed sideways onto her mattress. She rolled me on to my back and undid the rope around my ankles. Then I felt her open up the button of my jeans. Then she worked the fly. She slowly slipped off my pants and tossed them aside. Then she took off each one of my socks. She took one of my bare feet and started sucking on one of my toes. When she stopped, she groped at my boxers and slid them off as well. I was entirely naked and almost shaking with nerves. Now I was entirely naked. She tied my ankles together again and made me stand up.
“So... having fun yet, Sam?†she asked. “You look a little... nervous.â€
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, a little. This is pretty wild... you know, with you. I never really though...â€
“Shh†she said as she lightly hand gagged me. “Yeah, I know... but you’re having fun... right?†she asked. I felt her other soft, thin little hand move over my entirely naked body. She moved from my face, to my chest, to my stomach, to my legs, to my ass, and slowly forward to my groin. She started to stroke a little, touching me and making me so incredibly hard that I thought it was going to pop off like a bottle rocket. She’s right about one thing for sure: I’m very sensitive. I couldn’t help but moan out-loud into her hand as she kept feeling me. She pressed her palm against my lips harder and harder with every sound I made. “Feels good, right?†she whispered in my ear. “It’s nice when you get it done from someone a little more experienced, huh?†she kept going as she talked. “I know Molly was still a virgin when you met her...†I was beginning to worry that I was going to cum in a few moments if she kept going. “...and I know you’re not the type of guy who randomly hooks up with girls like this...†Her hand-job felt so good I wanted to yell with ecstasy, but she made sure I couldn’t even speak above whisper-silence. “You’re a good boy... always good to your girlfriend. If I tried this before, I know I wouldn’t have been able to. A guy like you can be really hard to find, you know. And I even tried so hard to get your attention a few times before...†she started stroking more lightly, rubbing with the tips of her fingers. “It’s not that I don’t like Molly... but... you’re a cute, easy-going guy. She’s always been so uptight and hard on you... and quite a whiner too... you should know.†She gave me a hard tug, and I let out a sharp “hmmph!†into her hand. “And now here I have you... naked and helpless... you’re going to be my good boy tonight, all mine.†She stopped stroking, and instead began groping at my hands in my handcuffs, feeling the fuzzy pink lining against my wrists. “Silly boy... thinking I’d ask you to pick these up for my boyfriend... you know sometimes I really think he’s not even interested in sex, let alone this kind of thing. Of course I wanted you to get these so you and I could have a bit of fun...†she un-hand-gagged me and pushed me forward. She dragged the chair behind me and forced me to sit down again, this time entirely naked, and made me keep my cuffed hands behind the back of the chair. “Hold on,†she said. “If I don’t gag you this time, you’re going to make enough noise to alert the neighbours, bad boy.†She walked away to get something.
“Hey, wait,†I started to say. “What are you going to – MMPHH!†I let out a moan of frustration as I didn’t even get a sentence out before a thick, knotted cloth as tightly fastened into my mouth. I could not even budge it by moving my jaw or tongue. The gag was thick and mouth-filling, almost keeping me as silent as her small, tight hand had done before. She was right; my jaw was already beginning to ache. Then I felt her bend down. And as she said before, I would have made a noise loud enough to let the whole building here had I not been gagged as she began to orally please me. With the gag on, I could moan as loudly as possible and hardly make a sound. I moaned with sheer pleasure as she kept going, “mmphing†constantly with her rhythmic and meticulous job. When I came, I came hard. As I hit orgasm, I screamed so hard that the gag was the only thing preventing the entire block from hearing me.
“Noisy boy,†she gasped. Then she giggled a bit. “That’s okay. Because I guess that means it was really good. And I like to make you feel good. I guess Molly never liked to do that, huh...â€
I felt her remove the gag, and then my blindfold. Then she pulled up her own chair and sat down. She picked up the other cigarette she picked out earlier and lit it, leaving me still bound and naked on her seat.
“Here you go,†she said as she held the cigarette to my mouth. “Nice, huh?â€
“Thanks...â€, I said, exasperated. “You’re really... ha... good... uh... are you going to untie me soon?â€
“I kind of like you the way you are right now, boy. I’ll free you a little later. Here, drink more,†she said as she brought the beer to my lips and let me take a gulp. “Are you done having fun for tonight?†she asked.
“With you, Lin? Never. You can do whatever you want to me.â€
She bent forward, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me deeply as I kissed back. As she did, I felt her remove the cuffs as my sore wrists finally came free. She untied my ankles and I finally managed to stretch my legs. “I thought you might want to stretch a bit now... before I tied you up again.†She said with a wink.
“Ha!†I laughed. “Tie me up again? Well, Lin, although you’re certainly skilled at that...†I started marching towards her, approaching her slowly. I tried not to let the fact that I was still naked make me feel less imposing. “But now you let me go free. And now...†her eyes widened as I came closer “...I’m going to get my revenge.â€
She shrieked as I ran to her. “AH! No!†I grabbed her in my arms and she started to giggle while pleading. “Ah, Sam! Stop! No! Please, no!†I took her wrists and brought them behind her back, slapping on the cuffs the way she had done to me. “Oh, no, Sam! ...MMPH!†I covered her mouth with my hand.
“Quiet,†I said. “Be a good girl.†She whimpered into my hand still, but she stopped struggling. She kept moving her wrists around, testing the handcuffs. She looked cute, with her small, pink hands bound by those soft, pink manacles. I love the way a girl’s hands look when they’re tied up or handcuffed; the way their palms are always exposed or pressed against each other, with their fingers helplessly outstretching and cradling into themselves. I loved to watch her fondle her own bonds around her wrists. Eventually she let them rest behind her back, palms out with her fingers half-curled. Still gagging her, I moved my groin into her palms, and she reacted by rubbing me with her soft, cuffed hands. I picked up the gag she had used for me and held it in front of her. “Open wide,†I said. If the gag had been a tight fit in my mouth, it barely even managed to get inside of hers. Her mouth was wide open and the gag, although tied in deep, still stuck out past her lips a fair bit. The knot of the gag was nestled into her mouth between her sweet, moist lips. I gave her a kiss over the gag and then picked up the blindfold. I tied it around her eyes. Then I started to grope her over her clothes. I kissed her neck, played with her breast, then her waist, then her hips, then her ass, then her legs, and then...
“Tmmph mmph clmmph ommph whmmph mmph mmph mmm fmmph mmm!†she started yelling through the gag. Immediately I thought I had done a faux-pas. I quickly removed the gag.
“Sorry! Really sorry, I thought that would’ve been ok. I won’t go there anymore...â€
“I said take the pair of scissors off my dresser and cut off these clothes so you can have me. Uh but just cut off my shirt though, you can slip off my pants easil-hmmph!†I tied the gag back in.
“Got’cha. Pull off pants, cut off shirt,†I said as I slowly pushed her back. Her legs buckled under the bed and she fell on her back to the mattress. “Hold on.†I took the keys and spun her around onto her stomach to reveal her lovely shackled hands. She was holding her palms together now with her fingers curled around. I removed the handcuffs, but only for a moment. As she moaned and whimpered, I spun her again on to her back and held her hands up. I brought them up to the bedpost and re-handcuffed her. As she lay down, blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed, she squirmed slowly as she flexed her fingers. I didn’t even pick up the scissors. Instead, I took her tiny t-shirt and tore it straight in half. I ripped apart the sleeves and stripped her upper body completely after the extra seconds it took to remove her bra. Her breasts came out – even, sizeable breasts in good proportion to a girl of her shortness and thinness. They weren’t miniscule, of course. They looked very good for her. They were just big enough for me to grab with one hand each, to stroke as I used my tongue to taste and play with her nipples and breast. I kissed her all over, from head to toe, working my way down her soft, delicate, exposed and helpless body. She moaned and writhed as I continued. I opened her pants up and pulled, slipping them off her dainty and thin legs with ease. She was almost entirely bare except for her little green panties. I slowly slipped them off, exposing her shaven and moist flesh.
Before we made love, I removed her blindfold to look into her lovely, round dark eyes to see her in her full beauty.
It would be a long time before either of us escaped each other’s bonds.