This is a story I started writing a while back and am going to stick with, I've got the first part here and as you can tell am still very new to writing these types of stories...
We had been hanging out for a couple of months and had recently taken things a step further when she said she was keen to experiment using handcuffs during a sexual encounter. We had a brilliant time and both seemed keen on each other but I couldn't stop myself from remaining on dating sites and I even went on a few other dates to see what else was out there. As far as I knew, Helen didn't know about this but boy was I wrong here...
It was Friday evening and me and Helen had arranged to meet up and spend the weekend together. I went to her house and knocked on the door. She seemed very cheerful when she opened the door and was standing there wearing a black tank top and black jeans with a red cardigan. “Hey lovely” she said, “Come on in.”
She offered me a drink and we watched some TV before we started making out and she suggested heading upstairs to the bedroom. “Let's make things a bit hotter” she said as she pulled my shirt off and instructed me to strip down to my boxers. I smiled and we continued to make out before she showed me the handcuffs I had used on her previously, which were still locked in place around one of the metal bedframe pieces at the head of the bed. “Your turn this time” she said, winking and she pushed me down on to my back and secured each of my hands in the cuffs. I gave them a quick tug and was securely in place. “I'm all yours then” I said and she began to unbutton her jeans, revealing a sexy black thong and then took off her top revealing a matching bra. I felt myself getting harder and she noticed this, placing her hand on my penis and gently feeling it through my boxers. “Did you bring any other goodies?” she asked, seeing my bag which was laid beside her bed. “Why don't you have a look and see if you can make use of anything in there?” I suggested playfully.
She rusted through my bag and pulled out the other supplies I had brought, previously in expectation of using them on her and not in the position I was in. she dropped the contents on to the bed next to me – leg cuffs, rope, a blindfold, a vibrating dildo and ball gag. She picked up the dildo and inspected it. “You clearly had some kinky plans for me didn't you! I could still make use of this.” She turned it on and pressed it against my nipples before smiling and switching it back off. “Let's go you a bit more secure before the fun begins.” She began to place my legs in the cuffs I had brought and then tied the rope around them and looped it to the bedboard on the bottom of the bed, preventing me from moving much at all. She began to kiss my body all over and ran her hands up and down me, causing my penis to get harder than I thought was possible. She began to kiss me and I felt her hand go under my boxers and begin to jerk me off. She bit her tongue as she smiled, seeing how much pleasure she was giving me. I felt myself building up and was ready to explode when she suddenly stopped and let go of my penis. “Oh no you don't” she whispered and she began to get up off the bed. “Why did you stop?” I asked, confused. She placed her clothes on the bed and came and sat beside me, holding the ball gag in her hand. “Did you enjoy yourself last time you were here? You know, when I let you handcuff me to my bed and do whatever you wanted to me?”
“I think you know I really enjoyed it, could you not tell at the time?” I replied.
“Yes, that's what I thought, but then why would you keep dating other people if you didn't want to be with me like we had suggested last time?”
“I haven't!” I retorted.
She held my mouth with her hand. “Don't lie to me,” she said. “I saw you on a date last week in town and checked your phone when you were in the bathroom earlier to see if you had been playing around.”
“It's not like that Helen! Please untie me from your bed and let me explain?”
“No chance. You can stay like that for a bit, I'm going to leave you here to think of what you've done.”
I continued to plead with her to uncuff me and give me an opportunity to explain myself but she just ignored me and stood up before sliding her thong down her legs and held it in her hand.
“Aww so you do forgive me then?” I said, assuming she was getting back to the fun stuff.
“Forgive you? Haha no! What makes you think that?”
“Well you're getting completely naked for me ri-”.
With my last word she stuffed her thong straight into my mouth and held her hand over my face to keep it in whilst she used her other hand to pull the ballgag towards my mouth. She quickly let go and before I could spit her dirty thong out she shoved the ball in my mouth to hold it in place and buckled the gag behind my head, locking it in place.
I thrashed around furiously on the bed but could barely mouth or utter a sound anymore.
“Now that's much better. Do you recognise that taste? It's good isn't it? You can lie there and chew on my used thong whilst I go out for a drink.”
I frowned and 'mmphed' at her begging her not to do this and she pulled out a new thong, this one red and pulled it on before stepping back into her clothes she had worn before. She smirked at me and waved goodbye before blowing a kiss and leaving the room. I heard the front door go and realised I was alone to suffer the consequences of my actions whilst chewing on a wet worn thong and being immobile on Helen's bed.