Trouble

I remember my first experience with bondage.  It was at college, I was a big-breasted blonde virgin with a hot body and perfect teeth.

No not really, but that’s how people always seem to start their stories.  In truth I was about 21 and at college, but the virginity, no that’s a myth.  And Jamie and Adam from Mythbusters, along with John Mckenzie could work together to very quickly bust that myth.

I’d love to say that my first experience was awesome; I’d love to say it put me on a path I have never looked back on.  But in truth it was scary.

I was on the Internet surfing through all the chat rooms.  The usual crowd where all on line.  By the usual crowd I do not mean the cool gang that I loved hanging round with on the Internet and helped me get through my day, as if they exist.  No I mean the desperate guys all looking for a ten-minute textual hand job.

“A/S/L,” popped up on the screen.

“Good lord,” I typed, “don’t you have anything more interesting to ask.”

“Lol!” was the response, “getting a little over it are we?”

“TBH yes,” I typed, deciding that I would type in acronyms and get this over with as quickly as possible.

“You don’t sound too happy?” the person typed.

“I’m alright, I guess you want a hand job, blow job, sex?”

“Is that what you want?”

I thought for a moment, shrugged to myself and typed “not really, but seems to be all anyone else on here wants tonight.”

“How about you have some fun then?”

I smiled half-heartedly, “what did you have in mind?”

“You kinky?”

For a moment the world stopped, I didn’t quite understand the question, I had to think, I guessed I was Kinky, I owned handcuffs and a vibrator.  The handcuffs where still in their packaging, a Christmas present from a friend with a sense of humour.  “Yeah I guess.”

“Ok, what you got toy wise?”

“Hang on,” I typed, “I’m not doing anything real.”

“I thought you was bored?” the question appeared and I swallowed hard.

“Well,” I typed, pausing a moment, “yeah but I don’t think.”

“I promise it won’t hurt,”

I swallowed again, and my fingers started striking the keyboard of their own accord.

“I have a vibrator and handcuffs.”

“Good, strip naked and get them.”

I obeyed without thought.  I walked past my wardrobe mirror and looked at myself.  I wasn’t in great shape but I wasn’t fat, just soft.  My breasts where a handful at best, my bum round, and my blonde hair flowed down my back and down my front and my blue eyes shone from my soft round face.  I blushed a little as I found the vibrator and handcuffs.  I returned to my computer.

“Ok,” I typed, “got them.”

My heart pounded as I awaited the response, it came.  “Ok insert the vibe and turn it on low and then place the keys to the cuffs on your desk and finally cuff your hands behind your back.  You may un-cuff your hands once you have orgasm.”

I paused again.  My flatmate wasn’t due home for hours, I’d be long done, it could be fun.

“Ok,” I typed.

I inserted the vibe and switched it to low, instantly I realized that this was getting me quite worked up.  I placed the handcuff key on my desk then smiled as I cuffed my hands behind my back.  Somehow this intensified the vibrations, I sat back giggling like a fool.

“Now the fun begins,” appeared on the screen.  I giggled not quite getting it when suddenly everything went off, the lights, my computer, everything went black.

I panicked and tried to quickly remember where the key to the cuffs was.  I heard a noise, someone coming, I went to scream but was grabbed, something was pressed into my mouth, solid, round, I felt it secured in place behind my head.  Then something was tied over my eyes, I struggled desperately, trying to regain my bearing, kicking the desk and squealing in agony my toe on fire.  Then a leather collar was put round my neck, I heard a click and a pull from a leash that was attached.

“No fwease,” I said crying, muffled by the gag.

Something was pressed to my breast, cold, steel, I suddenly heard a snap then felt two little lightning bolts of pain as something pushed into my flesh, a staple I assumed.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk!!!!!” again my voice muffled by the gag, I kicked out again but couldn’t hit anything.

The vibrator was pulled from me and I was dragged to my feet.  I became aware the lights where back on, but the blindfold allowed no more than a few lines of light but no images.  The leash was pulled, reluctantly I staggered forward, I had an idea of where I was being pulled towards and I froze as I heard the door open.

I heard laughter as hands pulled me out into the apartment blocks hall.  The laughter was all the students on our floor.  I knew them all, I could picture them, I pictured myself naked, blindfolded, gagged, and leashed in front of people I called neighbors.

Hands turned me a little and the leash was detached.  I wanted to run, but I couldn’t see where I was going.

“Walk down the hall,” a booming voice shouted from the far end of the corridor.

I walked in the direction I was facing, hoping it was the right one.  I had no sense of where I was going, I heard giggling about one hundredth of a second before I walked into the wall.

“Someone help her,” a voice said from amongst the laughter.  Hands turned me to face the direction they wanted me to go in. 

I took a few steps forward, then felt something solid strike both my butt cheeks.  A burning sensation rose up through me, I screamed behind the gag stopping dead, doubled over.

“Look at her bending over, she must want another one.”

I tried to quickly stand but again the solid object cracked down on my burning cheeks.  I staggered forward, tears filling my eyes.

“Keep moving forward slut or there will be more.”

I cringed at the word slut.  Was that what they thought of me.  Strangely being called a slut, when I was naked, unable to see who was looking at me… well it turned me on.

I walked forward, laughter surrounding me, every few steps another blow to my aching rear end.  Each cheek was ablaze, my parents had never even lightly spanked me, and this was well and truly more than I could really take.

“Stop,” the voice said as I reached what I assumed was the end of the corridor.

I stood, shaking, pain coursing through me.  I felt hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. 

“We are going to remove the gag,” the voice said, “if you make a sound out of turn then you will experience pain like you have never felt before.  Do you understand?”

I nodded in agreement.  I didn’t recognize the voice, and I doubted I was going to find out whom it was.  My shoulders where now aching from being held behind me by the cuffs.  I felt the gag being pulled from my mouth.  I couldn’t have made a sound even if I hadn’t been warned, my jaw ached and I struggled to close my mouth.

“Now let’s see if this girl is up to the task we have determined for her.”

Before I knew what was going on my hair was grabbed, my nose pinched hard, I gasped and as I opened my mouth I felt what was unmistakably a mans cock being shoved into my mouth.

“Such a welcoming mouth there,” the voice said, I could tell he was standing aside so it was not his manhood that currently filled my mouth.  “You will give four blow jobs tonight slut, and then each recipient will score you out of ten.  If your combined score is less than 35 tomorrow you will be severely punished.”

I listened, gulping a little at the words; I heard a loud moan above me.  I worked my tongue against the solid piece of meat in my mouth and felt it twitch.  I thought this guy might have a trigger, something that will end this quick.  I continued to swallow with him inside me; with each swallow I felt a twitch and heard ever louder moans.  Before too long I felt my hair gripped tight as I was pulled against him, his load shooting down the back of my throat.  I gagged a bit but managed to avoid blacking out.

As he pulled out the next one was quickly inside my waiting mouth.  No chance for air so I breathed as best I could through my nose.  The smells of his cock filled my nostrils; this guy was not a hygiene lover.  I think the gagging got him aroused because with each gasp and gag this guy was obviously getting ready to fire.  When he did it was a trickle, I assumed he might be a little bit of a regular self-pleasurer.

I tried desperately to get a breath and this time they gave me a moment.  My heart was pounding, my chest bouncing up and down as I filled my lungs with as much air as possible.  My hair was grabbed again, my nose pinched as I felt the head of a cock at my lips.  My heart stopped as the head seemed huge, then the rest of his pride was pushed in.  I started to choke as what had to be the worlds biggest cock filled my small mouth.  My lips stretched, my airway almost blocked.  Roughly my mouth and head where violently fucked.  I felt my eyes bulging, like I was being strangled as my body fought for air.  Laughter again filled the room, jokes about me dying there and then brought more laughter.  My body suddenly became so sensitive, I felt my nipples hard as concrete, the cool air of the hall way stroked across my moist labia.  When finally he came it seemed like it had taken an eternity.  His load went down my throat like a dozen oysters all eaten at the same time.

I collapsed forward, gasping, trying to move my jaw, I cried curling up in the fetal position.  I was quickly pulled back up to my knees without a word; another cock was pushed at my lips, I shook my head.  My breast was slapped and my nose pinched again.  Reluctantly I opened my mouth and again it was filled with manhood.  I drifted off, trying to put myself somewhere else, a happy place, somewhere far from a hall in a university dorm giving head to a stranger.

When finally it was done I was pulled to my feet.  I felt the lead pull me back down the hall.  I guessed I was back in my own room as I was pushed into my leather office chair, then the tiny amount of light had trickled through my blindfold vanished.  I felt the blindfold removed but the room was dark again.  I heard doors close behind me before finally all the lights came back on.

I stood, struggling, as I turned round to get the handcuffs key.  I unlocked the cuffs, and slowly brought my arms back in front of me.  I stretched for a moment, trying to get the blood flowing.  I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower.  Before stepping I looked at myself in the mirror.  My eyes looked like those of a panda bear, and then I saw it.  The thick leather collar was still round my neck, a padlock through it.  My heart sunk.