“What did you say?”

“Uhm, I want to tie you up?”

“Goodbye, Sean.”

“Wait! I'm not kidding!”

“Are you for real!?”

Kristin glared out the window as she held the phone to her ear. She and Sean were comfortable friends now, but they'd broken up as a couple more than two years earlier. And no, he definitely was not a friend with benefits! But she had to admit to curiosity at why he would make such an outrageous request if he wasn't kidding.

“It's Ellen, my new girlfriend.”

“What? What about her?”

Kristin absolutely could not guess where this was leading!

“You've seen her, right?”

“Briefly.”

Kristin rolled her eyes. Ellen was a mix of a punk and metalhead. She wasn't really up on all the styles on the fringes. The girl was, as far as she knew, pretty wild compared to Sean. She loved staying out all night at raves, and was into tattoos and piercings. She wore nothing but black, and tended to wear belts and jewelery with skulls and swastikas. It was hard to believe she wasn't still a teenager with that silly rebel-without-a-cause attitude.

“It turns out she's really into the uh, BDSM thing.”

“She wants you to spank her?” Kristin asked with a smirk. “Or does she want to spank you?”

“It's more than spanking, it's like, major attitude. It's dominance and submission games. It's more than the being tied up. It's where I have to be her, uhm, master, and give her orders, and she has to be the submissive and obedient slave girl.”

“TMI. Too much information,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“The point is,” he continued doggedly, “that I need to be able to give these orders to her, like I mean it. You know? And I'm not, like, well, I don't think I'm really good at it.”

“So? You want to boss me around? You tried that when we were living together.”

“This is more like fantasy, like play-acting, and it's not like that! It's a different kind of, uhm, ordering around, dominating.”

“Sean, only you would try to practice something like this with another girl before you did it with yours,” she said, shaking her head. “You are anal and as spontaneous as a traffic light.”

That had often been an argument. Sean would plan out everything in advance, sometimes to absurd degrees. Kristin was more spontaneous. But then, so was everyone.

“I like the security of knowing that what I'm doing is what I'm supposed to be doing,” he said.

She rolled her eyes again.

“I bet you're rolling your eyes,” he said with a growl.

“You do know me,” she said.

“Look, you're an actress, right, and a model. Let me hire you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don't mean to have sex,” he said hurriedly. “I know how to do that part!”

She let out a bark of laughter, but didn't disagree. She'd never had any complaints in that department.

“I'll give you a thousand bucks.”

She bit back what she was about to say. A thousand dollars was a lot of money. She'd never had any complaints with Sean being cheap, either. But then, his family had money, and he had the benefit of a trust fund from his grandparents. Like her, he was still in college, taking law. She, of course, was taking a general arts degree. And she was deeply involved in the theater club. She also modeled part-time. Oh it was only for fliers and catalogs, but it paid decently for the time spent.

But a thousand dollars for a couple of hours of letting Sean boss her around didn't seem bad at all. Nor did she worry about him tying her up. She trusted him completely. He was a very ethical man.

“A thousand dollars? Cash?”

“Yes.”

“I don't know...”

She let him coax her a little further, feeling the need to let him know how much she disapproved of it all and thought it silly, but then gave in.

But the money wasn't the entirety of why she gave in.

The truth was that she'd always had kind of a fascination for bondage and such. She'd just had very little opportunity outside her fantasies to explore that side of things. Her boyfriends had all been pretty straight arrows, much like Sean had been when they'd been living together that semester. Him dating this Ellen girl had shocked her from the start since Ellen was so different from him.

Her own interest in bondage embarrassed her. It seemed weak and slutty. What kind of a girl wanted to be tied up and.. and spanked? A weakling! A weirdo! She was a strong, modern woman, and believed in equality. She had no idea why she had this fascination with being conquered, being taken, but she'd had it since adolescence, and it had always played a central role in her sexual fantasies.

But it wasn't the sort of thing she would have confessed, let alone explored with a guy she didn't know very, very well, trusted a lot, and was really comfortable with. She had considered getting Sean to do a little such game playing, but hadn't found the right opportunity before they broke up. He was such a stiff-necked guy, after all. And she hadn't had a real boyfriend since breaking up with Sean, just a series of guys who had tried out for the position and been found lacking.

So the opportunity to play around with it a little, without suffering the embarrassment of admitting any liking for it, was awfully attractive. And when there was a thousand dollars involved – which she didn't mind taking since Sean had so much money, well, it was irresistible. She could damn well use the money, too!

They would do it at his apartment. She was still in a dorm room. Sean's parents had rented a three bedroom apartment for him not far from campus, and it had all the amenities – and space – the dorms lacked. Nice to have money, she thought cynically. But there were more important things.

Their breakup had not been bitter. It had actually been something of a relief. And it was by mutual decision. She still liked him a lot. It was just that he drove her crazy with his endless planning and thinking every single thing through. He'd have practiced their dates if he could!

She was going to resist taking off her clothes at all. But she would let him persuade her. It wasn’t that she had any intention of having sex with him. But she didn't mind rubbing it in a bit, what he'd given up. She was pretty, blonde, tall and had a great body. Ellen, from what she'd seen across the length of the campus bar they both drank at, was short, had short dark hair, and didn't have anything up top to match Kristin's thirty-six D cups. She had a child's body, she thought, more than a little cattily.

No, she didn't mind the thought of showing off to Sean what he'd given up and couldn't have. And it wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked a bazillion times anyway (and taken lots of pictures, which he'd readily given back). So why not enjoy teasing him a little?

But she wasn't going to do it in a bathing suit. That wouldn't allow for the proper degree of coaxing by him. No, she would simply say she'd forgotten, and let him persuade her to shuck her jeans and top to do this stuff in her underwear. She'd carefully chosen what underwear to wear, as well. She'd spent some time at it, veering between something which looked much like a bathing suit, or something really sexy and revealing.

She had considered the see-through black bra with matching thong. She had considered the green bikini with criss-cross stripes. In the end, she'd settled on the orange underwire bra with the half cups, and matching deeply plunging bikini, but with a full bottom. It was clearly lingerie, and went well with her coloring, but it didn't seem too 'slutty'.

The last thing she wanted was to have him think she was actually trying to arouse him, or trying to show off. She sure didn't want him to think she was trying to lure him back! That would be not only wrong (she didn't want him back) but horribly embarrassing!

No, she didn't want him back. She just wanted him to want her back – sort of.

“This is definitely the weirdest thing you've ever asked me,” she said by way of greeting as he opened the door.

“I know. And thank you a million times!” he said, hugging her.

“Been working out?” she asked casually, feeling the hardness of his chest against her.

“Yeah. Ellen really likes it.”

“So Ellen likes her men very manly?” she asked, wandering into the apartment.

It was luxuriously furnished, as she'd thought it would be. The leather sofas were first rate, and there was a huge flat screen fixed to the wall above an elegant little chest that held DVD player and cable box. The Kitchen was in the corner, with a counter that overlooked the dining room and living room.

“You brought your bathing suit?”

She rolled her eyes, knowing it would annoy him.

“I forgot. It's not like I need to be in costume for a rehearsal anyway,” she said.

“But it's important to feeling the role!” he exclaimed. “It's important to put ourselves into character! You should know that!”

“What exactly do you want to do to me first?” she asked suspiciously.

“Nothing you don't agree to. I'll tie you in a few positions. See?”

He handed her a coil of black rope. It was very soft, and about as thick as her index finger.

“I'll tie you in a few positions to see if I've got it right, and I'll order you... give you orders, like you're my slave. Uhm, that means I'll be speaking kind of rudely.”

She let out a helpless bark of laughter and he scowled.

“What I mean is, I'll use very firm and disrespectful language. But it's not personal. It's the role. You should not get insulted or offended or anything because...”

“I know what a role is, Sean.”

“Right. Of course. I just don't want you to get pissed off if I say something nasty.”

“Ellen likes you to talk nasty?” she teased.

“Uhm, yeah. Not all the time, just during sex.”

“And are you going to dress up too?” she asked sarcastically.

“Uhm, yeah.”

She giggled. “What do you wear?”

“It's just this, like, leather thing. And she likes my hair combed back.”

She rolled her eyes and was rewarded by seeing him scowl.

“Well, why don't you get into your leather .. costume then?”

“You'll wear a bathing suit?”

“I didn't bring one, but I suppose I could just be in my underwear. It's not that different.”

“Sure. That'll be fine!” he said with relief.

Sean, she thought, was just not the dominating type. But what the hell. She wandered around the living room, went out onto the balcony, then came back as he was returning from the bedroom. She had a hard time not staring when she saw him. He was wearing black leather pants, black boots, and a kind of leather harness across his chest.

His chest, she noted, seemed bigger, and was certainly more defined than it had been when they'd been seeing each other. His shoulders were broader, too. He'd combed his dark hair straight back and used some sort of gel to keep it that way. It gave him a harsher, more mature look than his bangs usually did.

“Don't laugh,” he growled.

Kristin had not the least desire to laugh. She was quite surprised at how … in the role... he looked. In fact, what she wanted to do was run her fingers across his very visible pectoral muscles and then down over that flat, firm stomach.

She'd wanted to show him what he was missing, but hadn't expected to feel the reverse.

Wow, she thought.

Of course, Sean had always been handsome, but in a boyish way. Now, he looked more like a man, and even a strong man. Wow indeed.

“Now you were going to get undressed,” he said tactfully.

“Uhm, yeah, but just to my underwear,” she said, scowling and pointing a finger.

“Right. That'll be fine. Naked would be better but hey..”

“Forget it.”

He grinned and shrugged.

She gave him another suspicious look, though it was really for effect, and turned her back on him, then casually unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off over her shoulders. She was very careful not to pose – while posing. She knew she had a nice back, and knew also that her skin was flawless. She undid her jeans and hesitated. It would look sexier if she turned, and she could pretend to a casualness she would have once felt.

But she was feeling oddly breathy for some reason, and so she popped the catch on her jeans and let them ease open, then turned casually. “I hope you're not expecting a visit from your little girlfriend,” she said, her eyes skimming across his broad chest again.

“No, she's out of town until the weekend.”

She nodded, then slid her jeans down and stepped out of them, tossing them on the sofa.

The first thing she realized was that her acting talents were really going to be put to the test. Standing in her underwear before him, with him looking the way he did, had tightened something way down low. She could feel her nipples already tingling and hardening inside the cups.

“So?” she asked, pulling her shoulders back a little. “Will this do?”

He licked his lips, his eyes sliding over her in a way which was both flattering and exciting, and nodded.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I'm sure you'll make a great sex slave.”

She laughed dismissively at the words, even though she felt a strange dark sense of excitement.

“You gonna tie me to your bed now, big guy?”

“Any idiot can tie someone to a bed. I don't need practice at that,” he said. “Lie on your stomach on the sofa.”

That didn't sound very exciting, but, hiding her disappointment, Kristin complied.

“I thought you only ever wore thongs,” he said.

“Yeah, well...”

He laughed. I've seen your butt already.”

“Past tense.”

“Hands behind your back.”

She felt another hot thrill as she crossed her wrists behind her back, but then she felt his hands on them, pressing her wrists together instead, hands palm to palm. She felt the soft rope looped repeatedly around her wrists and pulled tight.

“I'm not superman,” she said.

“I know, but one loop would hurt if you pulled against it. The more loops there are the more the pressure is spread out so you don't get bruises.”

“You're quite the expert,” she said.

“I read it on the internet. Pull your ankles up and back.”

She drew her feet up and back, wondering what he intended. She felt his hands on them, then the rope looped around them, tying them together. There was no discomfort until she felt a new pressure, one on both her wrists and her ankles, drawing them up and back together. She gasped softly as her shoulders were lifted back, as her back began to bow. She grunted as the pressure tightened and pulled her wrists back further, then it was if they were locked in place as he tied off the knots.

She felt him pushing her onto her side, then, and looked up at him, face flushed.

“How does that feel?”

“It's... tight,” she said, a bit breathlessly.

“It's supposed to be. It doesn't hurt, does it?”

“No. It's... My shoulders ache a little, but it doesn't actually hurt. I don't see what you can do to me when I'm tied like this though,” she said teasingly.

He leaned over her and slid his fingers through her blonde hair.

“Anything I want to,” he said in a dark near-whisper that made her stomach flutter.

But he straightened then and turned away. She saw he still had rope in hand, and he pulled over a chair, then got on it, and she saw him reach up to a hook she hadn't noticed driven into the ceiling. He dropped back down again, then returned to her. He rolled her onto her stomach once more, then she gasped as he lifted her up bodily and carried her over onto the floor.

He set her down gently, then did something else with the rope, and she felt pressure as he lifted her up off the floor. He set her down again, moved over to the wall, and tied the rope off there to another hook she hadn't noticed. Then he returned to her, and again she felt herself raised up off the floor, then up higher.

She grunted at the pressure against her wrists and ankles. She was no lightweight, at five feet ten, and athletic herself, and she tried to look up as he lifted her, but couldn't. He must have really been working out, she thought to lift her so easily.

“You've been working out,” she said, breathing a little raggedly.

“Yeah,” he said.

He lifted her higher, and she grunted as he let her go and she kind of hung there, obviously tied to the rope above. She was at groin height to him, and she didn't miss the implications as her body slowly turned in place, and she found herself a foot from his crotch.

The pressure on her wrists and ankles was heavy, but while it ached a little, the rope didn't seem to be cutting painfully into her, despite holding her weight. Her body was still bowed, and she was, she thought, entirely helpless.

“Hmm, I forgot,” he said.

She felt him combing his fingers through her hair, drawing her long slender locks up and back together. He seemed to be braiding them together somehow, and then she grunted as she felt them pulling on her, lifting her head up and back. She raised her head to ease the pressure on her scalp, and kept it raised until the pressure became too great.

Then, as she gave in and started to lower her head, she found she couldn't. At first, there were sharp little stinging pulls on her scalp from hairs tugged at, but then it settled out evenly, and she found her head was being held up by the mass of her hair. It still ached, but it was not exactly painful or anything. She couldn't lower or turn her head, though.

“How do your wrists feel?”

“O-Okay,” she gulped.

It was hard to talk, to move her mouth. The pull on her scalp had her wanting to keep her jaw open wide. And again, the implications of that did not escape her as he stood right in front of her. She felt a warm flush spread down her chest.

“This would look better if you were naked,” he said.

“I-I'll bet,” she said, feeling another surge of heat.

“Is that an okay?” he asked in a slow drawl, his fingers sliding lightly under her bra strap.

“No!”

He chuckled and eased his hand back.

“This is a really good position for a girl to deep throat,” he said.

“And I suppose Ellen does that,” she said.

“Oh yeah. Does she ever. You can bet I'm going to have her do that when I hang her like this.”

“And what does she get out of it?”

“Oh, she'll be excited. She really gets off on this. Besides, I'll stuff a vibrator into her first. Maybe a butt-plug, as well.”

Her skin flushed. “Ok. TMI again. Are you going to lower me now?”

“I don't know. Maybe I should keep you like that for a few hours.”

But he moved to lower her to the floor, and remove the ropes.

She rubbed her wrists and sat up, heart beating a little too fast for comfort.

He helped her stand, and had her stand still while he arranged the ropes somehow. Then he had her put her palms together behind her back. The rope went around her upper arms, then around her ribs to cross her chest just under her breasts. In fact, it actually pushed up a little against the underside of her breasts. Another loop followed, and then another, then three more across the top of her breasts.

She could feel hear heart beating faster as her breasts were squeezed, and did her very best not to seem the least excited as he tightened the pressure on her arms, then fed the rope downward. It circled her arms below her elbows now, then went around her waist just about where the waistband of her panties slipped across her hips.

Of course, the two rope loops were well above where the front of her panties was because those loops plunged low diagonally across her abdomen to where the small V of fabric covered her sex. But now Sean fed a double loop of rope down and pulled it in between her legs. She gasped as he pulled it up her backside and fed it through the rope around her waist. She gasped a lot more when he pulled it tight.

The rope dug into her pussy, and she saw, and felt, with a breathless sense of heat, that there was a knot tied in the double loop which dug right in against the top of her sex, right over her clitoris! The rope pulling up in behind pressed down sharply against the thin fabric of her panties between her buttocks, and she fought to keep her voice and breathing steady as he tied it off.

“Okay, we're going to try some dominance now,” he said. “I'm going to be assuming a role. Remember that. Don't get mad at me for being rude or anything.”

“I understand how – .”

“Be quiet, slut!” he growled.

Despite herself she felt an upwelling sense of outrage.

“You'll speak when I give you permission to speak,” he growled.

Her outrage faded away, but not completely. She still glowered at him, even knowing it was just an act. Then she started to assess how good an act it was, and her indignation faded completely, turning to wry amusement. He wasn't actually very good at it.

“Do you want me to take a strap to that pretty little ass of yours, slave girl?” he demanded.

She giggled a bit.

“Don't laugh. It spoils the mood,” he growled.

She shrugged helplessly, and he gripped her hair and jerked her head up and back, drawing a gasp from her.

“Are you being insolent, slut?”

“N-No,” she gulped, feeling a rush of heat.

She remembered, back when they were lovers, when he'd taken her from behind, and on occasion, reached out and pulled her hair as he did. She'd never told him how much that turned her on, afraid of what he would think of her. But she did get hot when men pulled her hair during sex. Except this wasn't sex, not … exactly.

“No, master,” he growled.

“No, master,” she said, rolling her eyes to show what she thought of that.

But her breasts were throbbing, and she knew she was getting wet. Thank God the orange fabric was dark to begin with!

She gasped as she felt him pull her hair again, forcing her head up and back. He was firm, but didn't yank.

“First, I think we'll start with you sucking my cock,” he said. “For maybe half an hour. I expect a good job, or you can expect to get your ass whipped. Do you understand me, you slut?”

For a moment, Kristin found herself unable to speak as a wall of heat swept through her. Her breasts throbbed even more, her nipples tingling madly, and the pressure of the rope against her pussy was making her burn down below.

“I said do you understand me, you filthy little sex toy!”

He had overdone it with that one, and she let out a bark of laughter instead.

“You're not very good with the insults.”

“I'm not used to insulting people.”

“Then don't. You can be strong-willed and give orders and not call people names. Think of your father and how chilly his voice is when he's ordering you around.”

He glared at her.

“And that master stuff just makes me want to snicker. You could just insist on sir or something. At least that's not as .. cliched.”

“Fine. Sir, then. I think master sounds stupid too, to be honest.”

He dropped her hair and Kristin dropped her head, flushing.

Her eyes looked downward and she felt her skin heat up even more. The rope was actually digging in so tight as it pulled up between her thighs that it had pulled the fabric of her panties in between her pussy lips.

He considered her a moment, cracking his knuckles. The effect was actually more exciting than when he tried to speak, Kristin thought wryly. He went over to the side, and picked up something from a table, then returned, hands behind his back.

“What do you think of yourself, Stewart?” he asked in a much cooler voice.

She blinked up at him uncertainly.

“What do you think of a woman who would be on her knees naked, waiting for orders?” he asked, still in that cool, distant voice.

He was trying to channel his father, she realized, and doing a not bad job of it. His father was a prick, and he'd certainly had enough experience with him.

She was about to say she wasn't naked, but of course, that wasn't the play.

“I don't know,” she said uncertainly.

She gasped as he thrust out his hand, and a long, slender leather stick of some sort was thrust in under her chin, and lifted it up. His face was as cool as his voice.

“Sir,” he said.

“I... don't know, sir,” she said, feeling another little rush of heat.

“You're a sexual animal, Stewart. A sexual animal that needs to be properly tamed and then trained in order to be of value to others.”

He let the thing ease down, and the tip slid down across her left breast. She gasped as it flicked across the nipple.

“Wh-what's that?” she asked.

“It's a riding crop, Stewart. It's a useful implement in training animals.”

“I'm not an animal”

The crop snapped up under her chin, again, raising it.

“Are you arguing with me, Stewart?” he said in a nearly toneless voice which still seemed to imply incredulity.

“I... no, sir.”

“I think that you were born to serve, Stewart. You were born to do the bidding of men, to pleasure them with your body.”

He slid the crop down across her breast again, this time rubbing the tip back and forth against her already aroused nipple.

“With your breasts,” he said, then slid the crop lower, down past her hips, down between her thighs. He slid it between her legs, then, angling it upwards, let it press up against her sex.

“With your pussy,” he said.

The crop pulled out and then was thrust up under her chin just as she was about to protest.

“With your mouth,” he said.

She flushed.

“Like any other animal, you should be kept on a leash, or in a cage, ready to hand so that you can perform your service.”

He lowered the crop, and slapped it lightly against her stomach.

“But first you need to learn to obey,” he said.

He combed his fingers through her hair, then stepped back.

“Get down on your belly, Stewart. Do it now,” he ordered coolly.

Grunting with effort, Kristin awkwardly rolled her shoulders in and down, landing on her side, then rolling onto her belly.

“Raise your hips up,” he said. “I want you in a proper position to be mounted.”

“I'm not – .”

“Draw your knees in, Stewart! Right now,” he growled.

The crop slapped lightly across her bottom and she gasped, but it wasn't the very slight sting which caused a reaction within her, but the dark heat she felt at him hitting her.

A part of her wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but another part of her was feeling a tremendous wave of sexual tension as she obeyed, drawing her knees in to raise her bottom.

“What a lovely bottom you have, Stewart,” he said, placing the crop against it.

“D-Don't you dare!” she gulped.

“Spread your knees, Stewart. Spread them wide for me.”

She gasped as he slapped the crop lightly across her bottom.

“Obey your orders, Stewart.”

Kristin spread her knees apart, then at another light snap from the crop, drew her knees forward further, positioning herself – to be mounted.