Chapter Two
Although I knew that I had done the right thing, I spent the next few days
wondering why exactly I had turned Dr. Ellis down. I definitely fancied her,
and I have never been a man to stop small details getting in the way of a good
shag. Somehow though, the whole thing didn't feel right and I reckoned that our
relationship was best left as a figment of our imaginations. But damn, she was
one sexy woman.
One week later, some of my friends of mine and I decided to go to the student
night at one of the local nightclubs. It was always a good laugh (although
extremely cheesy) and was an excellent place to pick up women. I thought that
it would be just what I needed to take my mind off the events of the previous
week. We decided to start off at one of the campus bars, where we proceeded to
drink several pints each. The bar was, however, quite empty and devoid of
atmosphere so we soon got into a taxi and headed off into town.
We arrived outside the nightclub at around half past ten, and by the time we had
queued it was about eleven o' clock. Getting through the doors, I could see
that the club was packed and the atmosphere seemed pretty good. Even the music
wasn't that bad, so the ingredients were there for a good night. We headed
straight to the bar where I bought a round of beers, and then we walked over to
the edge of the dance floor to indulge in a bit of talent spotting. There were
plenty of girls and my friends seemed pretty eager to mingle and try and get
some action, so after we had finished our drinks we got onto the dance floor.
Some early 90's house music was playing, some of those tunes that people always
seemed to know the words to; and everyone seemed to be happy and having a good
time. It did not take long for a couple of the lads to find girls to chat up,
and within an hour all of my mates had hooked up and I was left by myself.
Despite several long reconnaissance missions around the building I was yet to
find anyone I really liked the look of, so I decided to head back to the bar
area and drink myself into oblivion. I managed to get the barman's attention
quickly (he was a friend of mine, doing bar work to supplement his student
grant) and ordered myself a shot of vodka and a pint of lager. I quickly downed
the vodka, and then leant back on the bar so that I could sip my pint whilst
watching the various goings-on.
It was as I was leaning back when I saw possibly the most stunning woman I had
ever laid eyes on. She looked about my age, and was about five feet eight or
nine. She had incredible long, silky, straight blonde hair and piercing pale
blue eyes, and to set it off she had a deep, golden tan. Her legs seemed to go
on for ever, and my eyes moved upwards and settled on a fantastic pair of
breasts that were quite large but incredibly well shaped. She was dressed
extremely sexily, in a classic backless short black dress and a pair of delicate
strappy sandals on her perfectly formed feet. I must have been standing there
for ages, just staring inanely and probably dribbling large quantities of saliva
onto the floor. The girl caught my eye, and laughed when she realised that she
was the cause of my minor relapse. I was expecting her to look away and walk
straight on, but instead she kept eye contact with me, and I realised that she
must have been trying to get my attention. Quickly, I regained my composure.
"Hi" I said, smiling. "Can I by any chance get you a drink??" I could have
kicked myself for my inability to come up with a killer first line.
"Yes, please" she laughed, "as long as you can tell me why you've been standing
there for the last minute staring at me! Bacardi and Coke please."
I ordered the drink before answering her.
"Well, I wasn't actually staring at you... I had something in my eye, you see,
and I was, err, trying to blink to get it out." Given the time I had taken to
prepare that answer, it was extremely lame.
"Oh, that's a shame" the girl said. "I was hoping that you were staring because
you fancied me." I was speechless, and handed the girl her drink. "I'm Kelly"
she introduced herself, extending her hand towards me. I took it and shook it
gently.
"I'm Bob... pleased to meet you. I don't recognise you - are you at the
university?"
"No" she answered, "I go to the nursing college across town. That's probably
why you haven't seen me around."
"Aah, I see." I was so awestruck that my normal conversational skills had
completely deserted me.
"So..." Kelly started, "don't you fancy me then?" Her forwardness shocked me so
much that I choked on my drink.
"Erm, yes, err... of course I do, I..." She smiled at my awkwardness, and took
my drink from me and put it down on the counter. She then took my hand and
pulled me back on to the dancefloor, through the crowds of people until we found
an empty spot. We began to dance to the music, and our bodies started to become
closer and closer. Her arm worked its way round my waist and held me firmly
towards her, and I in turn put my hands behind her and felt her hard, toned
buttocks. Soon I became aroused and she must have been able to feel my erection
pushing into her stomach, although she said nothing. Soon our faces were
nudging against each other, and we began to kiss. We kissed slowly and
tentatively at first, then more and more passionately, and soon we were
thrusting our tongues between each other's lips and she bit hungrily at my neck.
Kelly slowly reached down between my legs with her free hand, and brushed it
lightly against my balls. I gasped with surprise and pleasure, and she then
began to lightly trace her fingers up and down my rigid shaft. It was clear to
both of us that it was time to leave the club.
"Come with me, back to my flat" she whispered in my ear. I needed no second
bidding, and we made our way back through the crowds and rushed out of the front
doors straight into a waiting taxi, not even waiting to reclaim our coats from
the cloakroom. Kelly uttered some directions to the driver that I did not hear,
and in no time we were off, heading out of town. Her hand found my leg, and
again made its way up to my cock and balls which she began to gently rub and
squeeze as she started to kiss me once again. I decided to reciprocate, and
started to slide a hand up her dress, but she stopped me by clamping a hand down
on my wrist. "Patience, patience" she scolded. It seemed that she was going to
make me earn anything I got, and something told me that I was going to love
every second of it.
Soon the taxi was in an area I did not recognise, and we pulled up outside a row
of Victorian houses that looked like they were all converted into flats.
Despite Kelly's protests, I insisted on paying the driver, and after I had
settled up she took my hand and led me into her building. She closed the door
behind us and turned on a light, leading me up a flight of stairs to the door to
her flat. With a swift turn of a key, we were inside. I was extremely
impressed with her home, which by the look of it had recently been expensively
decorated. Shiny wooden floors were laid throughout, the walls were decorated
with modern art (which I didn't recognise) and the furniture looked stylish and
well made. It was definitely a far cry from the student digs of my friends and
I, and I wondered how she could have afforded it. I was, of course, too polite
to ask though, so I just nodded my approval silently.
Once we were both inside, Kelly turned to look at me and took my hand once
again. She led me through the flat and over to a door at the other side, which
she opened and led me through. I found myself in a sumptuously decorated
bedroom, with a king size wrought iron bed in the centre covered in white bed
linen. I pulled Kelly towards me and kissed her deeply. For some reason,
however, she seemed to be holding back, and stopped the kiss and looked into my
eyes.
"Do you want me tonight?" she said quietly, almost shyly.
"God, yes, you know I do" was my reply.
"Then...take your clothes off, I will be back in a minute." With that, she was
gone, and I was left by myself in the bedroom to strip. I lay back on the bed
naked, thanking my lucky stars and not believing my luck at managing to pull
such a gorgeous woman. I heard her moving around the flat, and wondered what
she was doing. At one point I heard her talking quietly on the telephone,
although I could not hear what she was saying. After around ten minutes Kelly
returned, and to my disappointment, she was still fully clothed. She came over
to the bed and knelt next to me, and kissed me on the cheek. "If you want me
tonight, you have to do something for me."
"Relax" I laughed, "I'm a 20th Century guy, I don't mind giving as well as
receiving!"
"That's not what I meant" she answered, as she walked over to a chest by the
side of the bed and opened a drawer. I watched her intently as she pulled out a
pile of white lingerie. I smiled to myself as I presumed she was going to get
dressed up in my choice of underwear. What she said next gave me a bit of a
surprise. "I need you to wear these for me."
"What? I don't understand. Why would you want me to do that?" I think I was
more surprised than upset or angry.
"Please don't ask why" she pleaded, "it's just something we have to do,
something for me. I need it to make me feel comfortable - it's the only way."
I think you can guess what I did next; any horny young guy confronted with this
situation would have done the same. I agreed to wear the lingerie.
"OK, OK, of course I will, if it's what you want" I said. She smiled at me and
again got onto the bed, this time straddling me with a knee either side of my
body, and bending down to kiss me.
"It is... thank you". Her smile alone made my sacrifice worthwhile and to my
surprise I began to feel turned on as she rifled through the pile of
underclothing. She asked me to stand up and I immediately complied, and watched
her select a pair of white lacy panties. "Lift one leg" she instructed, and as
I did, she slid the underwear onto my right ankle and up my calf. Without
further prompting I lifted my other leg, and she pulled the panties right up,
purposefully brushing my cock as she adjusted them. Soon, she had a matching
suspender belt attached round my waist, and had me sit on the edge of the bed so
that she could roll a pair of white silk stockings up my legs. She attached the
lacy tops to my suspenders, and finally got me to hold out my arms so that she
could fasten a bra round my chest. Although disconcerting, the ritual had
actually turned me on but I didn't want to show it.
"God, I feel ridiculous" I protested.
"Sshhh, quiet" she calmly said as she took me by the shoulders and turned me
round so that I could see my reflection in the mirror. "You look so sexy,
really fucking hot." She stood behind me and traced a finger down my back and
down to my anus, playfully fingering my hole through the underwear. Her hand
then worked its way to my balls, and then took a firm hold of my erection. "I
think you quite like dressing as a slut for me, don't you, hmm?" she whispered
in my ear, giving it a lick for good measure. "Let's see if we can't put that
dick to some use."
With that, she ushered me towards the bed and slowly pushed me down onto it so
that I lay on my back. She sat straddling me and pulled up her dress, pushing
her crotch into mine so that all that separated my dick from her pussy were the
panties we were wearing. The heat of her cunt bearing down on me was so
distracting that I did not notice her pull two pairs of handcuffs out from under
one of the pillows. And to tell the truth, this whole experience had been so
damn weird, I didn't think anything of it when I felt cold metal round my right
wrist and heard the clicking of the cuffs locking in place. By the time I
realised that my right wrist was cuffed to a bedpost, she already had my left
wrist firmly in her right hand and was busy securing that one too. At this
point I was so horny that I would have done anything to fuck this woman, so I
did not complain when she moved down to my ankles and secured them to the bottom
bedposts with an old pair of stockings.
Kelly slowly stood up to admire her handiwork. "Struggle" she ordered. "Come
on slut, I want to see you struggle". Confused, I began to wriggle in my bonds.
"Harder!" she shouted, "I want to see you try and escape". I began to struggle
in earnest but to no avail, I was firmly held in place.
"I'm trying, I'm trying" I whimpered pathetically. All I wanted was for Kelly
to sit on my cock and ride me, but she was drawing this out slowly and
painfully. She stood watching me with her arms crossed and a satisfied look on
her face.
"Good, very good" she said, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling over me,
facing towards the foot of the bed so that we were almost in a 69 position. She
hitched up her dress once more and began to gyrate her panty-clad pussy against
my face. Her juices were seeping through the material, leaving a wet trail on
my face. "Is this want you want?" she asked. "You want my cunt?"
"God yes, yes, please..." I cried, becoming more and more desperate. After a few
minutes of mashing her crotch into my face, Kelly lifted herself up and turned
round so that her pussy was directly above my cock. Slowly she reached into my
panties and pulled out my penis, leaving a trail of pre-cum between the head of
my shaft and the underwear that had encased it. Gently she caressed it with one
hand, and pulled at her own underwear with the other. Casting her undergarment
aside, she pulled my cock towards her and held it against the outer lips of her
pussy. I tried to push towards her, trying to enter her, but she resisted and
kept a firm hold of my dick, just rubbing it against her outer lips.
"Tell me how much you want me" she snarled.
"I want you, oh God, please, please... I need to be in you" I pleaded
pathetically.
She released her grip on my cock and leaned forward so that her face was in
mine.
"And what makes you think that I need you, boy?" she said with a wicked smile on
her face. "Why should I fuck a panty-wearing slut like you when I can have any
man I want? A real man." And with that, she got off the bed and stood up.
"No..." I howled. "Please, please, I need you so badly".
"Shut the fuck up" she shouted, and picked up her panties and shoved them into
my open mouth. "Something to remember me by!" she sneered, as she produced a
roll of duct tape from somewhere and sealed my mouth, holding my gag firmly in
place. She then took a thin cord, resembling a shoelace, and tied it firmly
around the base of my cock. "That will keep you hard for a while" she said,
rearranging my panties over my erection. I lay there bound and helpless,
watching her re-apply some lipstick and brush her hair before giving me a final
glance and leaving the bedroom, turning off the lights on her way out. I heard
the click of a lock turn, and then heard the front door to the flat slam shut
and more locks click shut.
Suddenly my situation dawned on me. I had been set up by this woman, seduced
and captured. And now I lay tied to a bed in the darkness wearing women's
underwear, gagged and locked in a strange flat miles from home. And I was
scared shitless.
