Chapter One

 

Erin gave her an ostentatious hug, which made Alyson's breasts pillow out against her, then pulled back with a grin as Aly frowned at her in annoyance. The redhead was well aware that Alyson was a very private person and did not enjoy creating any sort of public scene.

But she would tease. And she was quite an extrovert.

Erin guided them to their table and sat down heavily.

"I'm famished," she said.

Alyson sat down more delicately and pulled her chair in.

"You're looking good," Erin said. "You're still wearing those idiotic bras, I see."

Alyson flushed and looked around them, but no one was close enough to hear.

"I prefer to have people see me as a person and not... not - ."

"A pair of big boobs?"

Alyson nodded in annoyance.

"I say if you got them, flaunt them. Enjoy your sexual power. It won't last."

Erin was dressed in skintight leggings under a tight green shirt that didn't quite cover her bottom. Alyson wore a blue, knee-length dress. It was form-fitting, but then, her form had been altered by the minimizing bra she had on.

"I don't need sexual power, thank you," she said primly.

"Phht. Power is power."

The girl arrived and handed them menus, and when she went away, Erin smirked.

"You think she's wearing that top because it's hot in here?"

Alyson made a face. The t-shirt was tight, and when she leaned over the table, it displayed what she presumed was a carefully measured amount of cleavage. Not too much, but certainly noticeable.

"I bet she gets much better tips from men," Erin said.

"I have no intention of using my body to get ahead."

"Hmph. Speaking about using your body, how's the new boy-toy?"

"Jacob is fine, thanks."

"Got him trained yet?"

"Our relationship is one of equals, Erin," she said firmly.

"Yeah, right. Don't give me that, Aly. I know you. You always want to get your way."

"I do not!"

"You do too! And if you don't, you get annoyed. And if it happens too much, you get frustrated and then pissed off."

"I'm... quite willing to compromise with Jacob."

"You better if you want to hold onto him. You know what your problem is, honey? You want a boyfriend who will give in to you all the time. But you don't like weak men and don't find them sexy. Well, none of us do, of course."

"I don't need them to give in to me all the time," Alyson said firmly. "Just... most of the time."

"On all the major issues," Erin said with a smirk.

"Most of them," Aly said in a dignified tone.

"You're a control freak. Men think you're a bossy girl."

Alyson shrugged helplessly. Erin had known her for too many years for her to deny it. And she was right, and Alyson knew that her... assertiveness had turned off guys in the past. It was a flaw in her personality, and yet try as she might she hadn't been able to overcome it.

She wanted what she wanted.

And she wanted a nice, strong, confident, intelligent, capable, successful, sensitive guy with a swimmer's body. Who would do whatever she told him without arguing. Unfortunately, that combination was proving difficult to find.

"Maybe I need to wait until they come out with robots," she sighed.

"Or just make do with a vibrator."

Alyson scowled at her and looked around them again.

"You're kind of a prude, you know."

"I am not! I just have a sense of... decorum in public."

"Every girl I know has sex toys, but you."

"I don't need them," she said very firmly. "Nor do you, from what you keep saying about Marco."

"Yeah, he's a horndog," Erin said. "He's bugging me about doing a threesome."

"Seriously?"

"Not that it's a horrible idea. But it does come laden with a lot of emotional tripwires."

"Girl or boy?" Alyson asked curiously.

"He says he wants to see me with a girl, and if I let him, then we can do a boy."

Alyson rolled her eyes.

"Volunteering?" Erin asked in amusement.

That wasn't something that needed an answer, and Aly gave her a quelling look as the waitress came back to take their orders.

"How's the job going?" Erin asked.

"Excellent. Mister Dunrobin complimented me on my attention to detail the other day."

"Was he looking down your top at the time?"

"Honestly, you have a one-track mind."

"You did say you'd caught him staring at your chest."

"Not staring just... looking."

"Well, despite those bras, it's hard to not notice you're female, Aly.

"I know, but it's not like I'm Tanya. I don't wear super tight tops all the time. With cleavage! At work! Honestly!"

"Has anyone complained?" the redhead asked in amusement.

"No. I mean, it's not a lot of cleavage. But a woman in an office environment should not be showing even a tiny bit of cleavage."

"Why?"

"Because... because it gives men the wrong idea. And it will lead to someone saying or doing something disrespectful."

"You make it sound like men are helpless sluts, and the instant they see a bit of cleavage, they'll forget the rules and shove their faces into a girl's chest."

"Well, let's face it, men are entirely hormonal when it comes to women's bodies."

"Let them be as hormonal as they want to as long as they follow the rules. I'm sure the men at your office aren't going to be openly drooling on the girl."

"No, but you can bet they 'll be undressing her with their eyes!"

"In my experience, Aly, they do that no matter what you're wearing. At least if you have a pretty face, and you do."

"Well, you don't have to make it easier for them to know what you look like naked."

Erin laughed, and Alyson sighed. She knew she sounded like a prude, but she honestly didn't feel she was. She just felt that people ought to behave in public in a civilized and mannerly way. And that included, of course, men treating women with respect and not as sex objects.

"But men are sex objects too. If they weren't, we wouldn't have anything to do with them. They're too annoying otherwise."

Alyson snorted in amusement.

"And I've seen your body naked, honey," Erin said with a grin. "Trust me that Jacob thinks of you as a sex object."

"Just so he treats me with respect," Alyson said.

"You know... that might be a way to compromise for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Let him have his way in bed. It's not like it's all that important to you anyway."

Alyson looked at her doubtfully. "Guys are... far too... perverted."

"If you don't let him have his way there you won't let him have his way anywhere, and he'll find some other nice girl who will. Besides, you said he was gentle and did his best to give you pleasure. Let him do what he wants as long as it isn't too gross."

Alyson glowered mulishly, but she wasn't sure her friend wasn't right.

***

Alyson was not... entirely unsatisfied with her body. It was fit and healthy and had nice, unblemished skin. She was pleased that her chestnut hair was mostly obedient and spilled neatly down over her shoulders. Her face was attractive, with a slender, turned-up nose, high cheekbones, and small seashell ears. And her eyes were very, very blue.

Unfortunately, her vision wasn't clear enough not to wear glasses. She was shorter than she would have liked. And her breasts drew an... uncomfortable amount of attention. She had to dress carefully to try to diminish that attention and wear lingerie to make herself look smaller than she was there.

Though at least her breasts were nicely firm. Then again, she had to do extra exercises to keep them that way.

Alyson regarded herself as a serious, intelligent young woman, and was determined to have everyone else regard her that way too! She dressed modestly, though attractively, spoke softly and thoughtfully, and read voraciously.

She was also quite careful about the boys she dated, and what she let them do, lest she get a bad reputation. She searched out boys who were respectful, reliable, intelligent, and less likely to talk about her in intimate ways with their friends. And, of course, who had nice shoulders and firm bodies.

Jacob was her latest, and she had to admit, so far, she quite approved of him. She'd met him shortly after starting her second year at Boston College. He was a sophomore taking English Literature, and he could recite poetry from medieval period European poets.

He had the right social and political views, had little time for video games, and was attentive and - as much as boys could be - respectful. That was to say that he was male. And as Alyson had long learned, males were generally helpless victims of their instincts and hormones.

Which meant that as much as he respected her and would respect her refusal to do this or that, he continued to try.

That had led, at first, to allowing him to touch her in various places, then to oral sex, and then, finally, to sex. Sex with Jacob was pleasant. She liked feeling his arms around her and his body against her. She even liked feeling his cock inside her as their lips moved gently together.

It was like a slow, pleasant, intimate dance of equals.

And after he climaxed, he would attentively perform oral sex on her so that she did too!

Alyson was quite pleased with him so far. Even though, of course, he was a boy. And boys were all terribly horny, apparently all the time.

Still, she had resigned herself to this. Unless she wanted to have a girlfriend instead there was just no way around it. And she simply didn't feel that interested in girls. Not for sex anyway.

She thought about what Erin had said and had decided that she would give in to his sexual demands more, as long as they weren't too disgusting. It didn't make her happy, of course. She liked sex in only two ways. One was on her back with him atop her. The other was on his back with her atop him.

Face to face. That was how civilized human beings made love. Anything else was... fucking. She thought the word, though she never ever used it. She thought obscenity was for the unintelligent.

He had not suggested 'doggy style' for some time now, though, given her indignant response when he had. "I am not a dog!" she'd said haughtily.

It was such a... male dominant position! And so unromantic! It was undignified! She'd be presenting him with her sex like she was some sort of animal! Still, she had begun to recognize the signs of restlessness in him. He was not happy at her assertiveness. She would have to compromise somehow, do something to help his male... ego... think he was in charge.

She sighed at the necessity but knew Erin was right.

She was kind of a bossy girl.

So when Jacob asked her if he could tie her up, she had not instantly refused. She'd been startled, certainly. The very idea was somewhat astonishing! Why would he tie her up? It wasn't like she didn't do all the sexual things he needed! Was he not enjoying the sex with her?

She knew she was being at least a little egotistical in being annoyed. As if sex with her was so wonderful! Well, all the boys she'd met had certainly been enthusiastic about the idea and had tried so very hard to get her to let them. That had, she realized, made her think she and her body were something especially precious and that any boy damned well ought to be on his knees in gratitude if she let them touch her!

Which, she knew, was outrageously arrogant and immodest.

But tie her up?! She thought about it for a time. It probably came from some deep instinct of his to dominate his 'woman'. Men were much under the control of their instincts, she knew. And perhaps this bit of play-acting would serve to assuage those instincts and keep them from interfering in their overall relationship. Which was a relationship of equals, naturally.

With her making most of the decisions.

"Well... I suppose," she said doubtfully, after he'd promised faithfully (and repeatedly) to untie her the moment she demanded it and to do nothing he thought she wouldn't like.

She expected him to tie her wrists together behind her back. That was what tying a girl up meant, didn't it?

Nor was she entirely wrong. When he produced a thick coil of black rope (much to her surprise) the first thing he did was tie her wrists together behind her back. The rope was nicely soft against her skin because, he said, it was 'special' rope. Special for what, she wondered? Did they actually make rope just to tie people up with?

"Bend over the table, Aly."

"What? Why?"

"So I can continue."

"But... what are you doing to do?"

"Tie you up."

"I'm already tied up," she said in confusion.

"There's more to it," he said.

She shrugged and sighed, rolled her eyes when he couldn't see her, congratulated herself on her tolerance for goofy things boys liked, and warily bent over the table. He eased her back, though, pulling on her hips so that instead of her whole upper body pressed against the table, it was just her shoulders.

She flushed a little as she felt his hands on her breasts, which hung freely below her. This was kind of... perverted, she thought uncomfortably.

Then she felt the rope going around her breasts! Her eyes opened in astonishment as two thick loops were raised up and then slowly tightened around her breasts next to her ribs.

"What on earth are you doing!?" she exclaimed.

"It's part of the... the... hobby."

"Hobby?! Tying people up is a hobby!?"

"It's called Shibari; Japanese rope bondage," he said.

He pulled her upright and she gasped, staring down at her breasts. He had wound a triple loop of rope around each breast, squeezing in around them firmly but not tightly. The rope had the effect of squeezing in around the base of her breasts to make them stick out more, the skin taut across her breasts. Her nipples, she noted, were very erect and tingling.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Well... no, I... I suppose not," she said.

She was a bit self-conscious about the way her breasts looked so... fat and hard, though.

They were throbbing, too.

Jacob wound ropes back behind her, then had her kneel on the edge of the bed. That felt rather obscene! Especially since he was standing behind her and drawing the ropes downward. She gasped as she felt them drawn in tight between her legs, then up her abdomen. He had her straighten up, and she saw him feed the rope up to the ones around her breasts.

Then he pushed her back down again.

This was ridiculous! How much tying up did he intend to do anyway!? Her patience was starting to wear thin. But she thought about what Erin said and held her tongue.

He had her lay on her side and promised he was almost done. Then he had her lift her ankles up behind her and wound more rope around them. She gasped as he tightened various ropes. The ones between her legs pulled up sharply between the lips of her sex!

"Oh! That's too tight!" she gasped.

"It's supposed to be that way. Don't worry."

Supposed to be that way!?

She gasped as he tightened more rope, and her wrists and ankles were pulled together, bowing her back.

Her breasts still throbbed. And her hardened nipples were now feeling very, very... sensitive. To the point she wished he would play with them!

She was, she realized, become aroused for some reason.

He gathered in her hair, next. She felt his fingers combing through it as he drew it back behind her, pulling gently, forcing her head to pull back further and further! He was gathering it into a thick braid, and now tied it to her ankles!

How simply astonishing!

He removed her glasses, then

"Oh! Jacob!"

"Shhh. It's for the look."

"But I can't see!"

Which wasn't really true. She could see. She just couldn't see very far. Out past a foot or so the world started to blur. The further out she looked, the more the world blurred.

"You don't need to."

And then he pressed a red ball against her mouth.

"Open wide."

"Wha... Jasmmph!"

The ball was small enough to push into her mouth, but not small enough for her to close her lips afterward! It astonished her, at first, but then as he drew a thin black cord around her cheeks and tied it behind she realized she'd seen the like before, as part of some sort of kinky bondage thing.

She watched him go into his dresser and come out with something else. She couldn't see it very well until he was leaning over her. She looked down as he tried to wedge it as much as he could between her thighs. The narrow tip pressed against her sex, and he tied it off there.

Then he plugged it in and turned it on.

It... vibrated.

She gasped, her body jerking, her eyes widening in alarm and shock. He pushed it in more firmly, then tied it in place and stepped back to watch her.

Aly scowled up at him. This was ridiculous! This was perverted! This was... degrading! Well, sort of! And the vibrator was producing some very uncomfortable sensations! It was making her pussy tremble and crackle with a strange sense of something like electricity dancing along the skin.

It made her want to... squirm.

And as she started to, she realized other things about how he'd tied her up. If her head jerked forward, it tugged her hair against the rope binding it. That rope seemed to be part of the rope that went up between her legs, and tugging it made that little knot grind against her clitoris.

If she arched more, the ropes around her breasts tightened, squeezing them more sharply, which made them throb even more. Her nipples were now extremely hard, sticking out from her taut breasts like pencil erasers, tingling so much she felt a sense of growing frustration that no one was touching them.

He had a piece of rope in hand, and seemed to be unraveling, or at least, pulling the strands apart into thin cords. He leaned over with one in hand and tied a loop in it, then placed the loop over her very stiff right nipple.

As she watched, trying to control her now-ragged breathing, he slowly and carefully tightened the knot until it was firmly around her nipple. Then he tied another thin cord around her other nipple. He drew the two thin cords up towards her face, and then carefully tied the ends to the cord holding the ball in her mouth.

But first, he tugged them a bit harder.

Alyson gasped as the loops tightened painfully! Her nipples burned as they were pinched, and she cried out in startled pain! He tied them off to the cords on either cheek, then stepped back, and then he left the room entirely!

This... was... so... ridiculous, she thought, her breathing more raggedly around the ball in her mouth. She gasped and squirmed against the vibrator, and her head jerked back. That jerked on the thin cords tied to her nipples, and she yelped as the pain grew suddenly sharp!

God! Jacob was such a pervert! She'd had no idea! And yet it was at least a very creative perversion! She continued to squirm as her hips ground themselves helplessly, trying to impale her on the vibrator. It moved as she did, though, and though her body was now bubbling with heat and hunger, she couldn't do much to add to the sensations.

Except... well... if she sort of jerked on her hands or hair, they made that little knot thing rub against her swollen clitoris. That should not have felt as good as it did, but perhaps under the influence of the vibrator even that was sending hot, bubbling jolts of sexual pleasure and energy up through her nervous system.

And before long, she discovered that jerking her head back to pull on the cords attached to her nipples did the same. It still ached. Every pull sent a hot, sharp little sting of pain through her nipples. But somehow those stings were making her breasts throb with incredible pleasure, and adding to the heat gripping her body and mind.

That heat was becoming more intense, inflaming her mind, making her desperate for more, for his touch, for his cock, to feel him inside her! And he wasn't even here!