Chapter 1

 

Krystal groaned as she slowly came back to full consciousness-and found herself lying on her stomach in utter darkness, tied hand and foot...

"Kevin!" She pulled at the bonds holding her hands tight behind her back. "There's no time for this tonight!" She rolled around on the floor trying to get free. "You know I have a bus to catch in a few hours!"

Kevin was her boyfriend, her director and, when she was in his apartment doing a scene, her master. He really knows how to bring me off when I'm all tied up, she smiled inwardly. And he's come up with some really cool ways to do the tying! Still, this was not the time or the place... "God damn it, Kevin!"

"I see you're finally awake." The voice came from close by-and was definitely not Kevin's.

"Who..." A shiver of fear went through Krystal as she licked suddenly dry lips. She tried to turn her head toward the source of the voice. "Who are you?"

"No questions, missy." She shivered as a hard hand touched her flank and pushed her onto her right side. "Just be nice and quiet."

Krystal screamed at the top of her voice as fear spread through her. She yelled for help even as she used every bit of strength she had in an attempt to get loose. She pulled at the bonds that held her hands tightly pinioned behind her as she tried to wriggle away from the hand resting on her hip. I'm tied up for real! She realized as she tried one last burst of energy.

Futilely.

"No one can hear you scream." The hand patted her on the ass. "So just lay there like a good girl until it's time to move you."

Krystal tried to squirm away but found herself held fast. These bonds are too tight! She heard a sort of metallic clink as she moved. Handcuffs, I think-not the usual kind, no chain between the cuffs-no slack between my hands at all... She blinked her eyes. He's got me blindfolded too. Her fear threatened to overcome her as she moved her head in tight circles. What is he going to do to me?

"Would you like a drink?" The hand patted her ass again. "I'm only giving you one chance to answer--speak now or forever..."

"Yes," Krystal gasped as fingers suddenly probed under her pants and between her legs. "Yes, I would like a drink."

"What's the magic word?" There was a note of humor in the voice.

"Please," Krystal shivered again as the fingers explored a little deeper. "Please give me a drink."

"That's very good." The hand moved away. "A nice start."

Start! The word frightened Krystal. Start of what? Krystal shook her head in confusion and came to the realization that it really didn't matter. He's got me. She shifted slightly-felt the cuffs holding her hands in the small of her back catch on something. I'm not getting out of here on my own. She examined her own feelings. I should be terrified... She realized she wasn't. This is Kevin's doing. She shook her head again. He doesn't want to let me go ...

Helpless, she lay on the hard floor of the unknown room and began to remember the night when she had been convinced to stay in Los Angeles...

 

Chapter 2

 

"Kevin!" Krystal tried to shout the word over her shoulder.

"Not now, slave." The tall man behind her continued the process of tying her ankles to the bottom of the bedstead. "We're still in the scene."

"But..."

"If you're not going to be quiet on your own..." He left the bottom of the bed and moved up beside her. "I'll have to do this!" He pushed a red ball-gag into her mouth, carefully shoving it behind her teeth before strapping it tightly in place. "Now," he tapped the ball with his forefinger. "Stay quiet while I finish my preparations."

Krystal bit into the gag. This was the first time she had had a bondage scene with Kevin and she wasn't sure how much she liked what he was doing. My other boyfriends at least allowed me to talk! She swallowed some drool. Not to mention kiss them... She flushed as Kevin's hands moved over her ass. And use my mouth for other things...

She tried to look over her shoulder at her new boyfriend. He does seem to know what he's doing. She wriggled as he ran his hand down over her ass cheeks. And that feels really good...

"All right, slave." Kevin finished his work on her ankles and crawled onto the bed. "Now it's time to show me what you've learned." He pushed a pillow underneath her taut belly. "Don't disappoint me or else..." His hand smacked onto her ass cheek. "I'll have to spank you."

Krystal groaned as she felt the tip of his penis slide into her soaking-wet cunt. He's bigger than anyone I've had to deal with before... He reached around her and grabbed her breast in his right hand. And that feels sooo nice... He began to pump away at her, playing with her nipple as he did so.

Coherent thought faded away-replaced by raw sexual sensation.

Krystal bucked and moaned, her whole body responding to the actions of the man inside her. She whimpered and moaned as she came.

For the first time. There were many more to come.

Later, hogtied and nestled up against her lover, Krystal fought to gain the courage to speak up: "Kevin," she wriggled closer. "There's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" His hand moved down her breast, tickling her rock-hard nipple. "Aren't you enjoying the scene?"

"It's not that." She shivered as he toyed with her. "It's just that..." She looked at him. "One of these days I'm going to have to leave."

"Leave me?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand never stopping its movement. "Do you really want to do that?"

"N... n... no!" She stuttered as waves of desire rolled over her. "I don't want to..." She groaned as his other hand found her crotch. "But..."

"You can't leave unless I let you." He smiled at her. "And I'm not ready to let you go." He picked up the still-wet ball-gag.

"Kevin..."

"Later." He popped the ball into place. "We have other things to do." He pulled her down on top of him, thrusting inside. "Talk can always wait until after..."

Afterwards, Krystal lay in the bed afloat in a bubble of well-being, completely satiated.

"So," Kevin removed the gag and smiled at her. "What's all this about leaving."

"It's..." She looked at him. "My mother is sickly and my sister..."

"You have a sister?" Kevin's grin grew. "Does she look like you?" His finger traced the line of her breast.

Krystal was surprised to feel a twinge of jealousy. "Lisa's pretty enough..."

"Pretty as you?" Kevin continued to explore the lines of her body. "I've never had sisters tied up together..."

"She can't come here." Krystal's voice went a little shrill. "She has to take care of Mom and the family business..."

"And you're going back to help?" He tweaked her nipple. "I thought you wanted to be an actress?"

"I'm..." Krystal felt herself begin to blush from embarrassment. "I'm not getting much work..."

"You are taking classes." The two had met at a dance and movement class in the old Hollywood High School."

"Yeah, but..." She bit her lip as his fingers moved back down across her belly.

"Give it time." Kevin explored the lips of her cunt, grinning at her as he did so. "All good things come with time..."

Krystal moaned as his forefinger went inside, exploring, playing with the bud of her clit.

"Just promise me one thing." Kevin kept his finger on her bud, holding her on the edge. "Promise me that you'll tell me before you do anything."

"I will!" Krystal was panting a little, her whole body on the edge. "I promise."

"Good." He began to play with that bud. "And now..."

She came in a rush as he manipulated her to the most powerful orgasm yet.

 

Chapter 3

 

For a long time Krystal believed that Kevin was the only good thing that had happened to her since she decided to make the move to Los Angeles. I thought I could be an actress-- a movie star; she remembered how easy it had looked from home. But it didn't take long to find out just how hard it was going to be to make it in show business ...

She had naively believed that she could just move to Hollywood, find an agent and get work at one of the studios.

Reality had slapped her in the face.

No agent was prepared to handle an unknown quantity like me. She shivered. At least not without some kind of special compensation...

Krystal wasn't prepared to take that route, so she settled down, got a job waiting tables, and began doing all the things young hopefuls did in Hollywood.

I took some acting classes, worked in a few community productions and did my best to be seen.

Seen she was-she was good-looking enough to be sure of that--but the few individuals that were actually in a position to hire her didn't want to take the gamble. One of them mentioned that she should work on her stage presence-maybe take some dance classes so she'd be more noticeable when she moved around the boards.

Krystal registered for dance and movement classes the very next day.

It was handy enough, she thought. What used to be Hollywood High School is only a couple of blocks from my apartment...

The class was interesting. Instructors showed students a variety of dance moves-not trying to teach them to actually perform the dance but rather to use the grace of the move and incorporate it in their normal actions.

It was a fascinating concept and Krystal worked hard at it, gradually learning that she could greatly increase her attractiveness by proper movement.

I began to look for another show I could appear in. She shook her head. Then I met Kevin...

Kevin, a prior graduate of the class, had returned to monitor some of the new instructors. Krystal had been immediately attracted to his quiet good looks and impeccable manners. She had maneuvered herself close to him during classes and the move paid off when he invited her out for coffee afterwards.

Coffee led to a movie, then dinner, then Krystal's room-and bed.

Sex with Kevin was really good, Krystal remembered. But it got better when he asked me if I was ready to experiment a little...

Kevin, it turned out, was into bondage and discipline-something Krystal had played with in the past-something she enjoyed even more than he did.

At first it was scary as hell doing it with someone I didn't know all that well...

She remembered the moment when he had first clicked a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists. Fear had run through her, turning her cold. But as he turned me around and began to stroke my breasts...

It was like a miniature volcano erupting inside her.

"You like this." Kevin grinned and ran his finger between her legs, showing her the moistened tip. "You really, really like this."

"I..." Krystal gasped as he took her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"Tell me the truth now." Kevin cupped her ass in one hand as he stroked her breast with the other. "You've done this before, haven't you?"

Krystal snapped back to the Anime Convention a high-school boyfriend had taken her to several years earlier. The place had been filled with girls wearing collars and leashes held by their boyfriends-or, on occasion, by other girls.

She slipped away, pleading the need for a bathroom and quietly purchased a collar and leash of her own, carefully hiding it in her bag. She wasn't ready to try it out with a boy-but when she got home, she talked Lisa into putting it on her...

Lisa! For some reason, the thought of her sister brought a tang of jealousy-and fear. It made her lie to Kevin: "No." She gasped again. "I've never..."

"First time than," He lifted her in strong arms and carried her to the bed. "But not the last!"

 

Chapter 4

 

The affair between Kevin and Krystal evolved oddly. She came to his house three days a week-Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. From the time she walked through the door she was expected to act as his slave-stripping to the skin and allowing him to bind her as soon as she stepped through the door.

From there, anything could happen. His room had been prepared for all kinds of bondage games. His bed had four solid oak posts-each supplied with steel rings screwed deep into the wood.

Other rings were set into beams in the ceiling and floor, allowing Kevin to secure his 'slave' in whatever position he might please.

It turned out that included a great many positions-and an even greater number of bondage forms.

More than once Krystal had been hung from her wrists and left to twist in the wind as he circled her with a peacock feather, using it on her sides, her underarms and the underside of her breasts...

Other visits found her fixed to the base of the bed, legs spread wide while he used a vibrator to drive her to near madness before finishing her with his own engorged cock.

Krystal quickly grew to cherish each visit-and begged Kevin to allow her to spend more time with him-to move in and spend every night tethered to his bed.

Shockingly, he refused-he was happy with their present set-up-and he wouldn't change it just because she wanted to.

Krystal thought about arriving uninvited-but she feared that he'd turn her away-and never see her again.

She couldn't risk that.

And so, three times a week, she moaned and sweated and came in his bonds. As her search for work hit a wall, those nights became her only reason for staying.

Until one fateful evening when, hogtied, gagged and lying on the floor next to Kevin's bed, she heard him whisper into her ear: "I have a job for you."

Krystal jumped and tried to turn toward him-but found herself too perfectly held in place to move.

"It might not be something you want to do." That whisper came into a different ear.

Krystal moaned as Kevin's hands began to knead her ass-his fingers playing at the entrance to her already-soaking cunt. Tell me! She whimpered into the gag. Tell me about the job!

"It's only a week's work." He whispered as if in answer. "But you won't have to work too hard." His fingers probed deeper, forcing another moan from her. "No harder than you're working right now."

What does he mean? She groaned as he touched her most sensitive spot and began to play with the bud of her cunt. Krystal writhed as she pressed herself against him-coherent thought gone.

"That was pretty nice," he patted her on the ass twenty minutes later. "You were really going, weren't you?"

Krystal nodded.

"Now, about that job..."

Job! Krystal had forgotten all about that while lost in the sexual abyss. I've got to know about the job!

"Some friends of mine are going to make a bondage film." Kevin grinned as the girl's eyes widened. "And I think you'd be perfect as the star."

A bondage film! She stared at him. A porno! She shook her head automatically. I can't do that!

"It's not what you think." Kevin's hands began to play with her again. "It's about the bondage-not the sex." He began to work on her nipples. "All you'd have to do is get tied up and moan and writhe." He grinned. "About the way you're doing right now."

He sucked at her now rock-hard nipple. "It'll be fun."

Krystal moaned, still shaking her head-but she knew how much power Kevin had over her-and realized that she would eventually agree. He'll make me do it, she knew. He'll...

His hand moved downward, fingers going back inside her, causing the heat to flare up again-and conscious thought to burn away...