Drew's First Time
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 1
Written by: your good boy

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The following story contains graphical, fictional descriptions of non-consensual sex and bondage.  If you are not of legal age, you are a resident of a state or territory that forbids such material, or you are easily offended by erotic material... Stop!  Leave!

This story is a fantasy about bondage and non-consensual sex.  Unlike these fantasies, true-life domination and bondage should always be SAFE, SANE, and CONSENTUAL.

Unlike most of the stories in this series, the characters depicted are based on childhood acquaintances.  The beginning of this story is based on events that truly happened in the author's life.  The remainder of the story is based on the author's teenage fantasies inspired by the earlier events.

This work is protected by U.S. copyrights.  The author gives you permission to post this story on any newsgroup, web page, or other public forum under the following conditions.  1) The story must published in its entirety; 2) The contents of the story may not be altered; 3) you may not charge any money for access to your site, including membership fees or download charges.  AVS services will not be construed as charging for your site.

(c) Copyright 1998,2000 - ygb

The author welcomes comments.  Comments may be sent via e-mail to the author.  His address is:
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Author's note (06/06/2000):

This work was originally published under the title "Drew's Introduction to Bondage."  The author has renamed this story to fit the scheme of his later stories.

During final editing, the author accidentally made a mass change of the word "dream" to the word "desire."  This change occurred in two places that it should not have been made.  It did not affect the story, but did make part of the prologue slightly incoherent.  The mistakes have been corrected.  In addition, several grammatical mistakes were fixed.
 

Author's note (05/13/1998):

If you have ever fantasized about being a helpless captive of beautiful women, the many adventures of Drew Thomas should be of great interest.  If being a prisoner of: Cat Woman, Amazon warriors, outlaw cowgirls, The Oakland Raider Cheerleaders, your female boss, the girl next door, or even your own wife, turns you on, keep reading.

This story is the first in a series of fantasies as seen through the eyes of the fictional character, Drew Thomas.

Current volumes include:
 1. "Drew's First Time"
 2. "Drew's New Job"
 3. "Drew's Mysterious Client"
 4. "Drew's Frightful Trip"
 5. "Drew's Royal Retreat"
 6. "Drew's Dreadful Demons"
 7. "Drew's Goddess Returns"
 8. "Drew's Surrender"
 9. "Drew's L.A. Adventure"
10. "Drew's Tropical Adventure"

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Drew's First Time
The Drew Thomas Fantasy Series: Volume 1
Written by: your good boy
 

Prologue - Love That Rope!

I cannot remember the very first time I saw a pretty girl or beautiful woman tied up on a TV show.  I cannot remember the first time I ever saw a TV hero tied up by a sexy woman.  However, I can remember several shows from my youth that left lasting impressions of bondage and sex.

I remember an episode of the TV series "The Real McCoys" when I was about 10-years-old.  The 10-year-old boy wanted to eat some ice cream.  His 14-year-old sister was baby-sitting.  She would not let him have the ice cream, so he bound her to a chair and gagged her.  She looked so good tied-up.  The rope was wrapped around her chest, causing her perky, developing breasts to stick out just a little.  The handkerchief that gagged her was tied tightly around her head, and forced her cheeks to bulge around the fabric.  She screamed into the gag, causing a muffled sound.  Even at that age, I was very turned on.

Was there any boy alive who did not fantasize about Audra (Linda Evans) on "The Big Valley" series?  I dreamed of her being very tightly tied up, with her breasts bulging over the ropes.

I remember Batman tied up by Catwoman (Julie Newmar) as she ran her claws (fingernails) up and down his arm.  I dreamed of being helplessly tied up and teased by her.  Even being raped by her!

I started having dreams of beautiful women capturing me, spread-eagling me on a bed, and raping me.  Cowgirls, female spies, Indian maidens, Amazon warriors  (and Xena did not even exist yet).  All types of gorgeous women, dressed in varieties of fetish gear, keeping me perfectly helpless while they slowly tortured me, then finally giving me my sexual release.

I began having frequent "nocturnal emissions."  A very polite way to say WET DREAMS!
 
 
 

Chapter 1  - Hands Up!

I was 12 years old during the summer before I started junior high school.  It was a warm, sunny summer day.  My best friend Sam and I were killing time.  We did not want to play baseball.  He had a game tonight anyway.  We kicked around some ideas.

"Let's play army!  I'll get my gun."  Sam said.

"Sounds great, get your little brother to play too."  I replied.

We met back in front of his house a few minutes later, with our plastic machine guns in hand.  We argued over who would be stuck with Mike, the little brother.

"Can I play too?"  Someone said in a female voice.

It was Mandy, the 14 year-old girl from down the street.  She had average looks, but a great body for a 14 year-old.  She wore her long blonde hair in a ponytail.  She was the stereotypical tomboy and was the best baseball player in the neighborhood.

"Sure, you can play.  Get a gun."  Sam shouted without asking me.

I did not mind her playing, since we still considered her as just one of the guys.  We had raging hormones, but typical of young teen boys, we only thought of super-models and actresses.

Mandy ran down the street.  She returned in a few minutes with a gun and her brother's Boy Scout backpack.  It seemed like a natural look for a soldier.

We tried to come up with fair teams for our war.  Sam and I were on one team.  Mandy and little Mike were on the other.  We went to opposite ends of the street and quickly formulated our strategy.  Sam and I would split and surround them.  We would then "blow them away."

I went to the left and quickly disappeared from sight.  I zigged and zagged between fences and telephone poles to shield me from enemy fire.

I heard Sam shout, "Bang!  Bang!  Your dead Mike!"

Of course, Mike immediately started crying.

Meanwhile, I tried to sneak up on Mandy.  If I "killed" or "captured" her, the game was over.  We could win.

"Freeze or you're dead!"  Mandy screamed in her girlish voice.

She was to my right, hiding behind a garbage can.  Her gun was trained on me.

"Hands up!  Now!"  She ordered.

I laid my gun on the ground and raised my hands in the air.  Mandy placed her gun in my back.  She ordered me to lie on the ground.  I did.  She rummaged in the backpack with her free hand.  I could not see what she retrieved.  She walked around in front of me and kneeled near my out-stretched hands.

"Don't move or I'll blast you!"  The captor barked out.

She brought a piece of rope from behind her back.  She quickly tied my hands together.  She wrapped the rope tightly around my wrists three times and tied the rope in a knot.  She then looped the rope between my arms and formed a tight loop around the three strands, pulling them tighter.  There was no way I could get loose.

Mike was still crying at being shot.  Across the street, Sam and Mike's mother yelled for them to come inside.  They quickly disappeared.

I was struggling to free my hands, becoming totally frustrated with my inability to get free.  Mandy put the gun to my head and motioned for me to stand up.

"I guess the game's over."  I pouted.  "You can let me loose."

"Not a chance Drew!  You're my prisoner now."  She said in her soldier-like tone.

"Okay.  You win.  It's over."  I said

"It's not even close to being over."  She growled in a rough tone, even for a tomboy.  "Now shut up unless I tell you to talk."

"Yes Ma'am!"  I snapped.

She rummaged in her backpack, pulling out a woolen neck scarf.  I did not like that idea in the middle of summer.  She stepped behind me.  She looped the scarf around my face and tied it around my mouth and nose.  It was not an effective gag, but symbolic.  Then she pulled out a long piece of rope and tied it around my neck in a slipknot.  She could strangle me if she wanted.

"Let's get moving!" she ordered in a softer voice.

She began trotting down the street at a half jog, pulling me behind her with the rope.  She trotted up the street, then crossed over and headed back.  I was being paraded through the neighborhood with my hands tied in front of me, and a rope tied around my neck.

The pace was not difficult, but two things were making breathing difficult.  The rope had tightened around my neck just enough to make swallowing and breathing uncomfortable.  The scarf cut the airflow into my lungs making it very hard to jog.  I was gasping.  I was panicking.

We reached the end of the street.  We both stopped.  I expected her to untie me.

"Can't you keep up?"  She asked sarcastically.  "What are you huffing and puffing for?"

"I can't breathe through this thing!"  I mumbled from beneath the scarf.  "Let me go!"

She looked at my face, which was getting redder by the minute.  I am sure I was embarrassed, but I felt like I was suffocating.

"I'm not through with you yet!"  Mandy whispered to me.  "Get moving!"

She tugged the rope that pulled tighter around my neck.  She headed across the road, and led me into a small wooded area.  I followed, trying to keep some slack in the rope.  She headed into the center of the woods.  We stopped at a small clearing.  No one could see us here.  We frequently used this area as a meeting place.  The kids in the neighborhood all knew where it was.

Mandy dragged me to a tree at the edge of the clearing.  She tossed the end of the long rope over a large tree limb.  She pulled it snug, but not too tight.  She tied it to a lower limb.

"If you try to escape, you'll hang yourself.  So, be still."

I was panting very hard.  The tension on the rope had slackened slightly, but it was uncomfortably tight around my neck.  It was not strangling me, but it made it hard to swallow.  I still could not get much air through the scarf and into my parched lungs.  I was not afraid.  I thought she would let me go soon.  I continued to gasp for air.

She stared at me.  She gazed deep into my eyes.  She slowly lowered her gaze down my chest and stomach.  Her eyes stopped when they reached my jeans.  She smiled a coy, yet evil grin.  A small bulge in the jeans gave her great delight.

"You're turned on, you horny little bastard."  She laughed as she blurted out her thoughts.

She was right.  I had not realized it, but I had a raging hard-on.  Mind you, at twelve years old, it was not very big.  Nevertheless, it was throbbing.

An evil grin crossed her face.  "This might just change my plans."  She let out a half giggle, half-evil laugh.

"I was going to tie you to the tree and leave you here for a while."  She laughed again.  "But, now I think I'll have a little more fun."

She looked directly into my eyes.  Her look was stern, but playful.  I was confused by the look, but excited by her suggestive comments.

"Don't you dare kick me, or I'll hang you!" she warned.  "Stand still, or else."

She reached down, taking the bottom of my T-shirt.  She pulled it up over my head and left it behind my neck, with my arms still in the sleeves.  I now stood before her with my chest bare.  My hands were tightly bound in front of me.  The long rope around my neck was snug, but not too tight, as it hung from the limb.  The long, woolen winter scarf still covered my mouth and nose.  I could have screamed if I wanted.  To be honest I did not want to scream.

She reached down and fumbled to unfasten my pants.  After a brief struggle, the snap popped open.  She pulled the zipper down.  Now her actions became much more deliberate.  She was beginning to tease me with slow, tantalizing actions.  She sarcastically purred as she slowly pulled my jeans down my thighs.  I squirmed as her hands rubbed the back and inside of my legs.  It seemed like she took an hour just to pull them down.  It was really only a few seconds.

I now stood in my underpants.  I could not resist her without strangling myself.  But, I did not want to resist.  My little toy was standing straight out, making a sharp point in my underpants.  She playfully flicked my engorged dick with her finger.  Chills of ecstasy shivered through my body.  She flicked it again.  More chills shot through me, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin.

She reached up with both hands, grabbing the waistband of my underpants.  She slowly pulled them down, intentionally forcing my stiff dick to point downward.  She began to move the waistband up and down, causing my little cock to move with the pants.  She finally pulled the pants down just enough to free me.  My dick immediately popped straight out, at perfect attention.

"Feisty little monster, isn't it?" she chuckled.  She reached up and quickly kissed it.  Then slowly began to lower my underpants down my legs.  She made sure she rubbed and tickled every inch of my legs as she slowly removed my last piece of clothing.

"I'm sure you won't run away now," she said.  "I'm going to move you a little.  Don't do anything stupid."

She reached up and untied the long rope from the tree limb.  She untied and removed the other end from my neck.  She then took the rope and looped it between my tightly bound wrists.  She tied the loop, then threw the rope back over the limb above my head.  She pulled my arms above my head, forcing me onto my toes.  She tied the rope to the lower limb, ensuring I could not get free.  She had relocated me so that my back was against the tree.  The bark dug into my back ever so slightly.  She reached into her backpack, finding another piece of rope.  She had obviously planned to tie-up someone before this situation ever unfolded.  She tied one end of the rope around my left ankle, spread my legs a little, then wrapped the rope behind the tree trunk, and tied it around my right ankle.

I was stretched tightly, trying to balance on my toes.  My legs were spread apart, giving her access to all my privates.  The tree bark scratched at my back.  The woolen scarf continued to cover my mouth and nose in a very ineffective gag.  She realized the gag was mostly decoration.

"We need to make sure you don't scream..." she muttered her thoughts.  "I could stuff your sweaty underpants in your mouth."

"No!"  I protested.  "I won't scream."  I continued, my eyes also pleading with her.

"I guess I'll give you one chance... But if you make any noise, I'll gag you tight."  She started to remove the woolen "gag."  She slowly rubbed her fully clothed body against me.  She pressed her hips hard against my protruding erection.  She wiggled her hips against me as she slowly untied the scarf.  She rubbed her small perky breasts against my chest, the bra and T-shirt she wore separating our nipples.  She pulled one end of the long scarf around my neck.  Half way around my neck, she stopped, then using the scarf as a sling, pulled my head forward towards her face.  She pulled my lips to hers and started slowly kissing and nibbling on my lips.

The more she pecked and nibbled on my lips, the more my erect cock began throbbing against her jeans.  She definitely knew how to tease me.  Her smiles and purrs were designed to drive me wild with passion.  Her gyrating hips and swaying breasts brushed against my nude body, sending wave after wave of lust through me.

She slowly released her arms from around my chest.  Continuing to tease my lips with her kisses and nibbling, she slowly lowered her hands.  Both hands slowly traced imaginary circles down my back.  Goose bumps again erupted all over my body.  Her hands came to rest on my tight cheeks.  She pulled my groin tightly against her jeans.  She forced my stiff dick to bend upward, and pressed it between our bodies.  She slowly gyrated and thrust her hips against my cock.

She stopped her swaying and caressing.  She took a step backward.  Her face was flushed with passion.  She softly began fondling my organ in her hand.  Her lips formed a mock pout.

"Does my prisoner want to fuck me?"  She cooed her question; the mock pout still on her face.

She gently fondled me for a brief second, then grabbed my cock, and yanked it outward.

"Tough shit!" she barked, her expression instantly changing from sex kitten to enraged villainies.

"I'm going to frustrate you until you cry and beg me to cum!"  She growled her threat in a half-whisper.

She stepped back a few more steps.  She slowly began pulling her T-shirt over her head.  Once it was removed, she tossed it aside.  She started a mock striptease and began to remove her bra.  She loosened the snaps and slowly removed the straps from her shoulders.  She kept the cups covering her nipples for few seconds, lowering, then raising, and lowering again.  She teased for several more seconds before she pulled the bra off.

She moved to me and draped the bra around my neck.  Once again, she hugged my neck and rubbed her body slowly against mine in a grinding motion.  Her lips once more began to tease mine with small kisses and occasional light nips with her teeth.  Her most recent attentions added even further to my arousal.

Again, she stepped back a few steps.  She then slowly removed each shoe and tossed them aside.  She moved her hands to her breasts, cupping them, gently caressing them.  Slowly her hands slid down her stomach until they slid inside her jeans.  She rubbed her hands inside the waistband a few times.  Then she opened the snap and lowered the zipper.  Her hands gently inched her jeans down her legs, stopping to caress her own soft skin.  Again she inched the jeans downward and over her feet and they were cast aside.

She finally stood there in nothing but her panties.  At fourteen, she was developing very well.  Her breasts were small by adult standards, but larger than average for a fourteen year-old.  Her waist and hips had already formed into the classic hourglass shape.  I had already known she had a nice figure.  However, without the T-shirt and jeans her shape was beautiful.

Again, she stepped over to me and began hugging, fondling, and kissing me.  I had remained quiet throughout the whole affair, not wanting gagged.  Especially after she threatened to use my sweaty underpants to gag me if I made any noise.

I finally worked up the nerve to speak.  "Please fuck me, let me cum!"

I could not believe I had said that.  All of the guys talked like that when we were together, but I said it to a girl.  She had me so desperate for release I would have begged on my knees.

She glared for a second.  "Shhh!" she whispered.  "No noise."

She snuggled her little tits into my chest.  She thrust her hips into my groin, further exciting my erect cock.  Then she stepped back.  She fondled her breast again.  She made little purring and cooing noises toward me, tempting me more each second.  Her hands slid down her stomach, tracing those imaginary circles toward her panties.  She made a slow, deliberate move down with her panties.  She showed a small row of her pubic hair, then stopped, and raised them.  Several times she started and stopped.  Each time she stopped, she smiled a wicked grin.  Finally, she inched them down to her knees.  Then she flicked them down, over one foot, then the other.

She twirled the panties in the air as she approached me.  Again, she teased with her hips.  Again, she teased with her tits.  Again she nipped and kissed at my lips.  I was almost crazy with lust.  My mind was overloaded.

"Please fuck me!"  I begged again.

She brought her left hand up to my jaws.  She grabbed quickly, causing my mouth to open.  Her right hand quickly crammed her juicy panties deep into my mouth.  She grabbed the woolen scarf that was still around my neck.  She forced it between my teeth, jamming the panties deeper into my mouth.  She tied the scarf tightly behind my head.  I struggled to adjust my tongue and teeth around the panties.  I tasted her juices as they dripped from the crotch.  My saliva only caused the juices to drip more.

"Mmmghghgmgh!"  I pleaded.

"I said no noise!"  She snapped.  "Now you will not get to fuck me, you fool!"

She rubbed against me, further arousing my already over-loaded body.

"You'll just have to watch me fuck myself."

My look must have been clear.  It was a look of total confusion.  Guys could jack off, but how could a girl fuck herself?  She obviously saw my confusion.

"You never heard of a girl masturbating?" she asked.  Her face showed her astonishment at my ignorance.  "You little bastard, you probably didn't even know that girls can cum!"

She was right.  I thought only guys could cum.  I did not know girls could have orgasms.  I had no idea what I was about to see.  I had never seen a pussy before.  I had seen old copies of Playboy, but they did not even show pubic hair.  I was astonished.  My mind buzzed in excitement.

She moved a few steps backwards, where she knew I could see her. She lowered herself to the ground.  She spread her legs for me to see.  She began fondling her breasts, caressing and squeezing her own nipples.  She was already very excited from teasing me for so long.  Her panties had been full of juice when she shoved them into my mouth.  Her thin, blonde bush was glistening with moisture.  It did not take long before she moved her right hand to her pussy.  She began rubbing herself with her middle finger.  She seemed to concentrate on one spot for a long time.

Her voice was hoarse and panting as she spoke, "This spot is my clitoris.  Most people call it the clit.  It feels sooooo gooood."

Her panting grew faster.  Her body humped up and down in pelvic thrusts.  She suddenly started gasping.  Her body tensed and then started shaking.  She moaned loudly, panting desperately.  Her face was drawn in an expression of pure ecstasy.  Her panting began to slow.  Her trembling stopped.  She lay there breathing deeply for several minutes.

She slowly rose to her feet.  She looked at me with a glazed expression.

"That, my love is an orgasm!"

She reached behind her to brush leaves and grass from her back and her bottom.  She walked over to me again.  She was not intentionally strutting, but she had a very feminine wiggle to her walk.  She used her left hand to yank the scarf outwards and down my chin.

"Not a sound if you don't want hurt!"  She warned.  She pulled her panties from my mouth, spreading my jaw and lips.  Her panties were now soaked with a mixture of her juices and my saliva.

"You like my pussy juice, do you?"  She had that evil smirk on her face again.  "See how you like this!"

She raised her right hand to my lips.  Her fingers were very wet with her drippings.  She stuck one finger in my mouth.  I had no choice but to suck her cum from the finger.  She took another finger, and rubbed the slick, aromatic juices onto my nose.

"That will help you remember what you missed."  She taunted.

She reached down and slowly fondled my erection.  She moved her left hand to my chest and began teasing my nipple.  She constantly kept me near an orgasm, yet masterfully kept me from reaching it.  I really did not analyze how a young girl could know so much and so masterfully tease me.  My lust-filled mind only wanted to fuck her.

"What shall I do with you now?"  She mused in the sexiest voice she could contrive.

"Please fuck me!"  I cried.  "You've teased me long enough."

She quickly grabbed my jaw with her left hand and shoved her panties deep into my mouth with her right hand.  I could not spit them out.  She took the scarf and tied it tight against the panties, forcing my jaws and teeth apart.

"Oh!  I could fuck you," she mused thoughtfully.  "But I think you're a pathetic little pussy!"  Her words cut deeply into my youthful ego.

"I could reward you for entertaining me," she whispered.  "I could jack you off."  She saw my eyes widen in lustful anticipation.  "But then I would have to shove your cum into your mouth."

"Or... I could suck you off," she continued.  "But then I might get your cum in my mouth... couldn't let that happen."

"Or I could leave you tied to that tree.  I could see how long it took for your little prick to go down."  She grinned at my obvious disappointment with that suggestion.

"Or I could dress you up in my bra and panties.  Then I could tie your hands behind you and make you walk home."  Her smile gleamed wickedly as my eyes grew wide in terror.

"Oh, Hell!"  She said gleefully.  "You've got me turned on again."

She once again began rubbing her tits against my chest and gyrating her hips against me.  My little dick jabbed and poked against her pubic mound.  She nibbled at my neck while her hands caressed my butt cheeks.  She moved her right hand back to her pussy.  Deliberately, she stroked herself, thrusting her body against me.  She pulled her hand out and rubbed her juices all over my erect dick.

"See what you're missing?"  She asked, knowing she was driving me to the edge.  She continued to masturbate while rubbing her body against mine.  "Watching you squirm just makes me more excited."

She began panting.  Her body trembled with lust.  Sweat covered her body, and was smeared onto mine.  She slowly moved her finger in and out of her moist inner reaches.  She began twitching uncontrollably.  She moaned loudly.  She hugged me with both arms as she continued to quake.  She let out one last gasp.  Then she bit hard into my shoulder.  Pain shot through me.  I screamed into the gag, but could not make an intelligent sound.  She was still cumming as she continued to bite hard on my skin.  I squirmed as much as I could in my stretched-out position.  I screamed constantly into my gag.  The more I screamed and twisted, the more intense her orgasm became and the harder her teeth clamped into my flesh.

It seemed like hours before she began to calm down.  It was really only a minute or two.  She finally released the grip her teeth held on my shoulder.  She continued to hug me tightly as she slowly began to breathe normally.  She again wiped her juices from her wet mound and smeared it on me.  First, she smeared a huge glob on the tip of my nose.  Then, she smeared the rest on my cock, using the juices as lotion to lubricate me.

"Well, damn it!"  She gasped, still panting slightly.  "I may as well give you something to remember."

She rubbed herself again, coating her fingers with more of her love juices.  She rubbed it gently on my erection.  Slowly, methodically she applied a thick coating to my dick.  She rubbed her hot, sweaty body against me.  She could sense my eruption coming at any moment.

"You can keep the panties to remind you of me."  She slowly stepped back.

Tears began to fill my eyes.  I was crying into my gag.  I pleaded with her to fuck me.  I begged her to finish my orgasm.  It all sounded like garble through my panty-gag.

"You've been so enjoyable.  I wouldn't want to spoil this moment by making a mess."  She once more had an evil tone in her voice.  "If you play your cards right, I may fuck you tomorrow."

She rubbed her finger from my nipple, down my chest, to my groin.  She playfully touched my erection.  Her hips turned slightly to the side and rubbed my outer thigh.  I shivered and quaked.

"You think about how much fun this was," she whispered as she kissed my cheek.  "I'll come back in an hour to let you loose, if you behave yourself."

She grabbed her bra from around my neck.  She walked over to the pile of clothing and slowly dressed.  First, she put on her bra, then her T-shirt.  Next, she pulled her jeans over her feet and up her legs.  She pulled them up to her bare pussy, then over her hips.  Snap!  Zip!  Her pants were on, and her body was now covered.  She put her shoes on and tied them.

I frantically screamed into the wad of pussy-juice filled panties as she slowly, hips swaying, walked away into the woods.  That bitch had really left me.

I looked around as far as my head could turn.  Every noise sounded like someone walking through the brush.  I quit screaming.  I did not want to attract anyone.  How would I explain this?  Where in the Hell was she?  She could not leave me here!

I do not know how much time had passed.  I heard someone coming through the woods.  I was hysterical.  I wondered if it was really her.  If anybody found me like this, I would die from embarrassment.  Was it her?

She glanced at my cock.  It was still erect and throbbing.  I had totally forgotten my excitement.  I was too busy panicking.

"Well my little pet!"  She smirked.  "I see you still miss me."  She paused momentarily, then spoke again.  "Since you've been so patient, I will give you a present."

My thought returned to her sex.  Her smooth, glistening body had driven me to near madness.  Now she was fully clothed (except for her panties, which still filled my mouth.)  Was she finally going to fuck me?

She walked over to the pile of clothes she had removed from my body.  She had discarded the backpack onto the pile at some point.  I must admit I had not noticed when she tossed it there.  She picked up the backpack and returned to me.

"Listen carefully!"  She sounded threatening.  "I will fuck you tomorrow IF you follow my rules."

I nodded.

"First, you must not relieve yourself.  You can pee, but no jacking off.  Don't even play with yourself!"

"Second, you must wear this until I remove it."  She pulled a long leather shoestring from her pocket.  She tied it tightly around my ball sac several times, stretching my little balls from my cock.  "I mean it, don't touch it, or else!"

"Third, you cannot wear underpants until I tell you.  No underpants today, tonight, or tomorrow.  Even in bed, you must be naked."

"Fourth, meet me at my house at exactly noon."  She stuck her finger in my face.  "If you are early or late, I will punish you severely."

"Do you understand?"

I nodded.

She bent down and untied my ankles.  She pulled the rope from behind the tree and placed it in the backpack.  She untied the rope from the tree limb, letting my arms down slowly.  She removed the rope from between my wrists and put it in the backpack.

I now stood with my hands tied in front of me and the gag still tightly forced in my mouth.  I reached my bound hands up to pull on the gag.

SMACK!  She slapped my hands.  "Leave it alone!"  She glared deep into my eyes.  "I'll remove it when I'm ready."

She untied the scarf and placed in the backpack with her other "goodies."  She then pulled out the panties.  She wiped the panties all over my face, smearing the mixture of her love juice and my saliva everywhere they touched.

"Don't talk!  Don't make a sound!"  She cautioned.

She reached down into the pile of clothing that lay beside me.  She grabbed my underwear and tossed them on top of the satchel that held her rope & scarf.  I was not sure what else might be in there.

"I'll keep your underwear as a souvenir.  You may keep mine as a reminder that you belong to me."  She raised her right hand to my jaw and grabbed tightly.  She turned my head, forcing me to look directly into her eyes.  "Remember, do not touch yourself and don't be late!"

She began untying my wrists.  "I will call you pussy and cunt, because that's what you are.  I will also call you my pet, because you are my pet.  But I need to think up a name for you."  She finished untying my wrists and deposited the rope into the canvas pack.

"Now, you get dressed.  Don't touch yourself or that string!"  She turned and began twirling my underwear in her hands.  "You won't be needing these."

She started walking away as I hurriedly began dressing.  "If you are a good boy, I'll reward you tomorrow."

Then she smiled, "That's what I'll call you... good boy!"
 

Chapter 2 - Lie Down and Shut Up!

I sat half-naked in the woods.  I had pulled my T-shirt on.  I started to put my jeans on, but I did not have my underwear.  My balls were tied and stretched by her leather shoestring.  They did not really hurt, but they were enlarged and tender.  My little pre-teen cock was still pulsing with a raging hard-on.  I wanted to untie the string and relieve the pressure.  I wanted to jack-off.  I wanted to relieve my frustration.  I was afraid to do either.

What would she do to me if I disobeyed?  At twelve years old, I was a skinny, awkward boy.  At fourteen, she was a developing teenage tomboy.  She had a nice figure, but she was strong enough to win a hard-fought fight between us.

I decided to obey her.  After all, this was one of my most intense fantasies, come to life.  Except she did not finish by raping me.

I realized I was still half-naked.  Without the underpants, I pulled my jeans over my hips and fastened them.  The seam rubbed my swollen balls, sometimes being exciting, sometimes painful.  The zipper rubbed against my still swollen dick, again causing excitement and pain at the same time.  I sat down and put on my shoes.

I walked slowly, gingerly through the woods, across the street and to my house.  Every step caused rubbing of the jeans against my tortured private parts.  I felt like I would cum at any moment.  Yet the relief never came.

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I awoke the next morning to strange sensations.  My balls were still swollen, being snugly wrapped in the leather string.  My dick was still erect.  I do not know if it stayed that way all night or not.  The sheets rubbed against my bare butt.  I cannot wait until noon.  It was only 6:00 in the morning.  Six hours to wait!

I was too excited (emotionally and physically) to go back to sleep.  I threw on some pajama pants, but my erection stuck straight out.  I could not let Mom catch me like this.  I removed the pajamas and put on my jeans.

The seams immediately began rubbing all the right places.  Every step brought me torturously close to orgasm.  However, it never came.  Sitting down pressed the seams tight against me.  She had me tied just tight enough to keep me terribly excited, yet not so tight as to cut off the blood flow.  Just tight enough to drive me crazy, but not let me cum.

She had captured, bound, and teased me with the calmness and effectiveness of my wildest fantasy woman.  She was a fourteen year-old tomboy.  I had known her for years.  How could she be so sensual?  How could she be so evil?  How could she be so erotic?

I ate some cereal and watched TV.  I tried to ignore my throbbing boyhood.  I was going completely crazy with lust.  Damn her!

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I walked up the sidewalk to her front door.  I knew her parents would be at work until 5:00.  I could not be early or late.  I checked my watch.  I had thirty seconds to knock on her door.

KNOCK!  KNOCK!

She opened the door and stood looking at me.  She was wearing a black halter-top that was too tight.  Her nipples poked against the material.  She wore tight fitting black jeans that showed every curve of her shapely hips and slender legs.  She was wearing black high heels that had to belong to her mother.  Around her neck, she wore a black silk scarf.  Her blonde hair was pulled back and braided into a French braid.  She looked stunning, delicious!

She was pissed!

"You're one minute late!"  She screamed.  "Get in here, NOW!"

I hurried into the house.  The door slammed behind me.

I muttered to correct her, "I'm not late, I'm right..."

"Shut up, cunt!  I said you're late!"  She had a fiery look in her eyes.  "Do you think you can argue with me?"

I was terrified as I stuttered, "Nnno, you're right."

She glared at me.  "You're damn right, I'm always right!"  She slapped my face.  "Don't you ever argue with me again."

She continued in a rage.  "You will be punished for being late.  You will be punished for arguing with me.  You will be punished for not addressing me with respect."

"B...b...but..."

"Shut up, pussy!"  She barked.  "I don't want you to make a sound.  You will always address me with respect.  In public, you will call me Missy, short for Mistress.  It will be our little code nobody else will understand."

"Yes Missy, I'm sorry" I muttered.

"Quiet!"  She yelled.  "I said in public.  When we are alone, any place we may be, you will call me by my more formal title...  you may call me Lovely Goddess of My Desire."

She slowly walked around me in a circle.  "You will be punished for all your disobedience.  Each sin you commit will be punished."

"First you were late.  I will punish you for that."

"Second, you argued with me.  You will also be punished for that,"

"Third, you were disrespectful.  I will punish you for that."

"Did you obey my rules?"

"Yes."  I spoke, my voice cracking in shock at her demeanor.

"What did you call me?"  She shrieked as she slapped my face.  SMACK!  Her open hand hit my cheek with all of her strength.

"Yes, Lovely Goddess of My Desire.  I obeyed them all."  I could barely remember her title as I blurted out an answer.

"You're lucky, you pathetic, fucking pussy."  She was yelling like a maniac.

Cuss words were not unusual in our neighborhood.  Almost all the boys cussed regularly.  Mandy also cussed regularly, but not like this.

"You didn't wear underpants at all?"  She asked as I nodded to her questions.

"You didn't play with yourself?"  She continued.  I nodded again.

"You didn't cum, did you?"  She smirked as she queried me.  I nodded again.

She once again looked fierce and angry.  "You were good to obey my rules, but I never expect you to nod an answer to me.  You will speak clearly and use my proper title when you answer me!"

"I'm sorry, Lovely Goddess of My Desire."  I sputtered.

"Quiet!"  She cut off my apology.  "You will be punished for four sins, not three."  She circled me again.  "You will also have a longer, more respectful title to address me."

She grabbed my jaw and pulled my face to hers.  "You will now call me Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"  She squeezed tighter on my jaw.  "Do you understand?"

"Y...y...yes, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  I stammered, shaking in fear.

I was wondering what kind of predicament I had created for myself.  This was not my fantasy.  My captor was supposed to be compassionate and provocative.  She was crazy!  She was evil!

"Take your clothes off, now!"  She slapped my face again, for no obvious reason.

I undressed quickly, piling my clothes in a messy heap beside the door.  I stepped in front of my captor.  I had no idea what she would do next.

She grabbed my penis, which was still stiff from the excitement.  She used my dick as a leash, pulled me through a hallway, and dragged me into her bedroom.

Her mother obviously wanted a petite, delicate girl of Victorian grace.  Her room was painted pink.  Most of the decor was frilly, not at all like her tomboy personality.  Her bed had a brass headboard and footboard.  The brass was semi-circular, with several cross bars running on diagonals.  It was pretty and feminine, but I could see it had many places to tie a rope.

"Lie down, on your back!"  She shouted.

She grabbed one hand and tied it to the outer post above my head.  She circled the bed and fastened the other hand to the opposite post.  My arms were spread above my head.  She fastened my feet to the footboard, spreading them as far as I could stretch.  I was spread-eagled on my back.  She had stretched me tightly, so I could barely squirm.  She looked at me with renewed lust in her eyes.  She licked her lips, mocking my predicament.

"You are a delicious-looking little cunt."  She licked her lips again.  She now reached for a switch or rod of some kind.  She acted as if it was a riding crop.  "My little pussy wants to be punished, doesn't she?"

I did not consider myself a pussy or a she, so I did not answer.  I quickly realized that was a mistake.

SMACK!  The rod cracked against the bottom of my right foot.

"Does my pussy slut want punished?"  She asked again.

"Yes!"  I cried, tears running down my cheek.

"What?"  She screamed, swinging the rod at my left foot.  SMACK!

"Yes, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"  I gasped the words as both feet burned with pain.

'Yes, what, slut."  She mocked.  "What does the pussy want?"

"Please punish me, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  I begged for pain.

She walked around to the side of the bed.  She reached into the drawer of her nightstand.  She pulled out a cotton headscarf.

"I need to gag you.  A tight gag to muffle your pathetic, whining screams."  She grinned with her evil smile, the one that says 'you're in big trouble.'

"What shall I use?"  She mused with a laugh.  "I could use your underpants from yesterday."  I grimaced, afraid to protest.

"Or, I could use a Kotex."  She looked at my face as I gasped.  I did not doubt she would shove a Kotex in my mouth.  After yesterday, she might use a bloody one.

"Oh, I'll just use some panties," she acted almost disappointed.  She reached into her drawer and pulled out a pair of ruffled pink panties.  She slowly rubbed them against her pubic mound, getting juice on every part she could.  She shoved them into my mouth and tied the scarf tight into my cheeks.  "I know you love my juice, so enjoy!"

She had outdone herself.  The ropes were tight on my skin.  My body was stretched so tightly I could barely squirm.  The gag cut hard into my lips and cheeks, causing great discomfort.  She had me at her mercy.  Unfortunately, she had no mercy!

She reached beside the bed and grabbed the "riding crop."  She paced around the bed, smacking the crop in her left palm.  She acted totally confident, totally in control.

"Now I must punish you."  She sounded almost remorseful at the idea.  "Understand that you deserve this, you made me do this."  She turned and started in the opposite direction, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"You were disrespectful to me three times today," she calmly, but sternly said.  "The punishment for disrespect will always be two lashes with the crop on the bottom of your feet.  So you get six."

She positioned her self at the corner of the bed.  She slowly tickled my feet with the crop.  I squirmed as violently as I could.  I was (and am) very ticklish, especially on my feet.  I was half laughing, and half crying.  I could not stand my feet being tickled.  However, I could not escape.  Fortunately, she stopped.  She stepped back one step.

SMACK!  The rod crashed across the bottom of both feet.  I thrashed my body violently to escape, but the ropes held me tight.  I screamed into the gag.  Only muffled noise escaped.  Pain, burning pain rushed through my arches.

SMACK!  The rod snapped across my soles again.  Again I screamed and thrashed against the ropes.  The ropes began to cut into my flesh.  My feet burned with pain.  Tears streamed down my face.

She placed her hands on her hips, with the rod still clutched in the right hand.  "You are going to get rope burn if you don't settle down."  She clucked her tongue in disgust.  "You still have four more coming."

SMACK!  My violent reactions were rendered helpless by the rope.  My agonizing screams muffled by her panties in my mouth.

SMACK!  My strength was waning.  My attempts to resist the rod were much weaker.  My screams had diminished to moans and gasps.

She folded her arms, the rod still present for my view.  "You little pussy!  You will remember not to be disrespectful to your goddess."  She seemed to wait for my strength to return.

SMACK!  "MMummphpph!"  I grunted as I squirmed.  I was too tired from struggling to resist more fervently.

SMACK!  "Arrrgggghhh!"  Was my final comment.  The whipping was over.  My eyes were red and swollen.  My cheeks were streaked with tears.  Fire burned in my feet.

She walked to the side of the bed, near my head.  She propped the "riding crop" against the nightstand.  She sat on the side of the bed, her butt near my face.  She reached out her hand and wiped the tears from my cheeks.  She rubbed my cheeks and stroked my ears.

She stood up.  Once more, she opened the drawer of the nightstand.  She pulled out something.  I could not tell what it was.  She sat down again, her free hand stroking my cheek.

"You still have punishment coming."  She continued to rub my cheeks and neck.  "Being late is a terrible sin.  Your punishment must be very painful."

She moved her left hand to my left nipple.  She traced imaginary circles around the small nub.  She began lightly pinching the nipple, causing it to become enlarged.  She moved her right hand toward the nipple.  I could not see what she was doing.  She pinched the nipple, forced it outward, then snapped a clothespin down on the end.

"Oh, Shit!"  I mumbled into the gag.  I am sure she understood through the gag.  The spring in clothespin was very stiff and the pin was clamping just the nipple.  The pain was unbelievable.  I squirmed to no avail.  I thrashed, but the ropes held me tightly in place.

She moved her hand to my cheek, stroking very lightly.  "You must learn to never disobey me."

She moved her hand to my right nipple, squeezed it, and placed another clothespin on it.  Even though I was expecting it, the pain shot through me.  I squirmed and grunted, but again it was futile.

She took my jaw in her right hand and turned my face to hers.  "I own you!"  She stated bluntly, with authority in her voice.

"You obeyed me yesterday."

"You could have removed the string from your balls, but you didn't because I own you."

"You could have jacked-off.  You could have relieved yourself.  But you didn't because you want me to own you."

"You are mine!  I control your body.  I control your puny little dick."

Her tone changed, it sounded compassionate.  "Does my little cunt love his goddess?"

I nodded my head.  She could not expect me to speak with the gag in my mouth.

Her voice stayed soft and sexy.  "Your goddess wants to hear you say it."

"I muv my Wuvwy Gbbess ub My Ms Pssnt Brsre!"  The words were there, but the gag garbled them.

Her face beamed a mocking, wicked smile.  "I know you love me.  My pussy cunt loves me."  She mocked, chuckling as she spoke.

She began to stroke my cheeks again.  "You know what makes clothespins so much fun?"  She looked at me, as if she expected an answer.  I shook my head.  She continued, the evil grin returning to her face, "They hurt when they're on, then they sting when there're taken off."

She pulled the clothespin on my left nipple, stretching the little nub to its limit.  The pain increased.  The pressure intensified.  The wood rubbed against my tortured nub as it slipped just a little.  Then she squeezed the pin, releasing my nipple.

"Aaauuughghgh!"  I grumbled into the saliva-soaked panties.  The pain of the clamp had been replaced by an incredible stinging.  I again tried to thrash my body to relieve the pain.  Again, the ropes held me tightly in place.

Several minutes passed.  My left nipple stung as the blood rushed back through it.  My right nipple ached, partially numb under the force of its captor.  Finally the stinging in my left nipple subsided.

She could tell by my facial expressions that the stinging was almost gone.  She reached over, caressing the swollen nipple.  Her fingers continued to tease with light, whisky strokes, and gentle pinches.  Then her hand moved to the clothespin on my right tit.  She yanked it hard.

The sensations rushed through me in quick succession.  There was the pain of the pressure.  Then there was the stretching of the nipple.  Then rough friction as the pin slid against the tender bud.  A sharp pinch as the very tip of my nipple passed through the clamp.

"Gaaahhh!"  I yelped as the sharp pain hit, then quickly turned to a sting.  Blood began crashing into the bruised little bud.  The pain, the stinging was unbearable.  Tears again ran down my cheeks, onto my neck, into my ears.  I squirmed as forcefully as my tired body could, only to be defeated by the bonds that stretched me tightly, securely to the brass bed.

She sat watching me.  She refrained from touching me.  She did not want to distract me from the agony.  She appeared very excited watching me struggle, watching me suffer.

Slowly, the pain and burning left my nipple.  Relieved, exhausted, I relaxed my body.  I had been gasping to cope with the pain.  My shallow breaths began to deepen and slow to normal.

She stood tall at the side of the bed, just inches from my head.  "Yes, I own you.  You're my little slut boy."

She licked her lips, again mocking me.  She moved away, and reached toward my cock and balls.  The long leather shoestring was still wrapped around my sack, stretching my balls.  They had been like that since yesterday.  The binding kept the balls swollen and my dick hard.  It was not tight enough to cut off the blood flow, but was tight enough to be painful.  It was not excruciating pain, but a constant reminder of my captivity.  The strange thing was, it excited me beyond belief.

She lightly grabbed my boyhood treasures, caressing them as she spoke.  "You kept the string on because you love me.  You want to obey me.  You want to please me.  Because you want to belong to me!"

She bent down and lightly kissed the tip of my cock.  She raised her head and licked her lips.  She looked at me and spoke softly, "You have pre-cum on your head.  You love everything I've done to you.  You want me to torment you.  You want me to fuck you."

It was a statement, not a question.  Yes I wanted her to fuck me, but I did not think she expected an answer.  My dick throbbed and pointed straight upward.  She had tormented me to arousal for several hours yesterday.  The string tied around my balls and the memories of yesterday had kept me hard all night and morning.  Now she continued to tease, torment, and arouse me.

She casually began removing her clothes.  First the heels.  Next the scarf.  She reached behind her and untied the halter.  As she tossed the garment to the floor, her perky young breasts jutted forward.  She unfastened her jeans, slid them over her hips, and eased them down her long, slender legs.

She crawled onto the bed, stretching her tall, slender body next to me.  I could feel her nipples protruding from her perky, teen-aged breast.  She rubbed her hips against me, her smooth skin rubbing against my sweaty flesh.  She again began caressing my cheek and neck.

"My pet loves his goddess," she seemed to be thinking loudly.  "Well, my little pussy boy cannot fuck his goddess.  But, I will let my pussy boy eat my pussy."

She rose to all fours.  She lifted her right leg and arm over my body.  She now straddled my chest.  She untied my gag.  The cotton headscarf was very soggy from my saliva.  She tossed it aside.  She brought her finger to her lips, giving me the hush signal.  She could tell by my eyes that I understood.  I was not to make any sound.  She slowly pulled the panties through my teeth, freeing my jaws and tongue.  I moved my jaw and tongue, trying to restore movement.  My lips were very dry from the ordeal, so I licked them to restore moisture.

"Has my slut ever eaten pussy?"  She asked.  I shook my head, no.  "Of course not," she continued.  "You tasted pussy for the first time yesterday, in my panties."

"Eat all you want!"  She giggled as she moved her bush into my face.  "Just remember, if you make me cum, I'll let you cum."

I needed no encouragement.  I was hesitant to lick her pussy.  I was embarrassed.  It seemed somewhat gross.  However, after everything I had endured, I was not going to lose my chance to cum.

I slowly licked the lips of her sparsely covered pussy.  The thin blonde hair was drenched in juice.  She had really been turned on by her control, her domination of my body and my mind.  Now she shook in ecstasy as my inexperienced tongue began to search for her womanhood.  I licked around the lips.  She thrust her hips into my face.  Her gushing pussy buried itself into my nose and mouth.  My tongue slid into her slit.  She shuddered, goose bumps erupting all over her body.

I remembered yesterday's lecture about orgasms and the clitoris.  My tongue began to move inside her.  I was gaining confidence.  I moved upward, until I finally found her clit.  I slowly licked it, swirling slow circles around it.

"OOOOhhhh, my little pussy boy has found me!"  She moaned.

Her breathing was very rough.  She was gasping and panting.  Her body trembled with lust.  She began to thrust her hips against my face.  My tongue slipped in and out of her dripping slit.  I licked quickly across her clit.  Waves of shivers shot through her.  She began thrusting shorter, faster thrusts against my face.  Her breathing was very fast.

"Oh my God!"  She screamed, as her body became almost rigid.  Her juices splashed into my mouth and onto my face.  She trembled and moaned for several seconds.  She slid her body down, resting her pussy on my groin.  She collapsed in exhausted ecstasy.  She hugged my neck while her small tits rubbed against my chest.  My dick was rubbing against her dripping pussy.

Moments passed as she slowly regained her breath.  Her body was no longer trembling.  Her flesh felt feverish against my body.  She slowly began to move her hips, smearing her love juices into my pubic hair and on my erect, throbbing dick.  She did not let my dick get inside of her.  She continued to rub her hot thighs and hips against me.  She continued to smear her juices around my groin.

She smiled, a flirty, teasing smile.  "I've already told you.  You can't fuck me!"  She planted a deep kiss onto my lips, her tongue forcing its way between my lips.  Her tongue darted and probed deep into my mouth.  She continued teasing me with her gyrating hips and probing tongue.

"Since you've worked so hard to please me, I will let you cum," she almost meowed the words.  She rolled off me, snuggling up to my side.  Her tits pressed into my side.  Her pubic mound, soaked in sweat and love juices, pressed against my hip.

She dipped her hand into her pussy, scooping out as much juice as she could.  She took her finger and smeared a small spot on my nose.  "Now you can smell what you cannot have."

Then her finger parted my lips.  She smeared a big streak on my tongue.  "Now you can taste what you cannot have."

I finally spoke, "Please let me cum."  I saw a stern look cross her face.  I realized I had not showed her respect, so I hurriedly continued.  "Please Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"

She smiled and spoke, "Yes, my pet, I will make you cum."

She took her hand and smeared the remaining love juice on my pulsing dick.  She slowly pumped my organ using exaggerated motions.  After almost 24 hours of teasing and frustration, she did not have to do much.

On the third stroke, my body began twitching.  I moaned uncontrollably.  One more stroke of her hand, and I squirted cum all over my stomach.  The pent up fluid landed almost between my nipples.  I continued to spew small drops for several seconds with my body shuddering and my breaths shallow.

She put her finger in my cum and scooped up a small glob.  She put the finger to my lips.  I closed my lips tight.  No way was I going to eat my own cum.  She did not force the issue.  She did not get mad.  She put the finger in her mouth and made an exaggerated slurp.

"You taste very good, my pussy slut."

Her insults did not phase me.  At first, it hurt my feelings to be called pussy, cunt, and slut.  Now, it raised the level of excitement.  It had created a bond between us.
 

Chapter 3 - I Am Your Goddess

She slowly rose from the bed and left the room.  She returned with a washcloth.  She cleaned the cum from my stomach and chest.  She washed the love juices from my now shriveled little dick.  She left the room again, taking the washcloth with her.  When she returned, she sat on the bed next to my outstretched body.

"I will untie you soon," she spoke softly.  "When you are loose, I will give you more instructions.  Then you can get dressed."

She first untied my feet.  My muscles were sore and stiff from the prolonged bondage and the exhaustive struggles I had put forth.  Next, she untied my hands.  I rubbed my wrists.  The ropes had not been too tight, but my writhing and squirming had caused considerable friction.  I finally sat up.  Mandy reached for my hand and pulled me to a standing position.

"Keep your hands behind your back and stand straight."  Her voice was soft, yet firm and instructional.  "I will now remove the leather string from your balls.  They are not your balls anymore.  They are now mine.  You gave them to me when you came back today."

"You are my pet.  You are my pussy boy."  She continued her lecture as she untied the string.

Blood flowed freely into my balls for the first time in almost a day.  It tingled, like bumping your "funny bone" tingles.  I shivered at the sensation.

"This leather string is a symbol.  It means you and your balls and your dick belong to me.  It is a symbol of your worship for your goddess, me."  She held the string in my face.  "This string captured your balls.  You must always wear it.  Never take it off, even to swim or shower."

She took the string and slowly ran it through her slit.  It became coated with her love juice.  She gave it a second to dry.

"Hold out your right hand," she ordered.  She took one end of the string and tied it loosely around my right wrist.  She pulled a pair of scissors from the nightstand and trimmed the long end.  "Everyone will think it is some kind of peace bracelet.  Since you are my "piece," we will know it is a "piece bracelet."  It will always remind you of your goddess."

She looked at me with her evil smile.  It was the smile of a cat that is cornering a mouse.  She slapped me playfully on the butt.

"Get dressed and wait for me."

I hurried into the living room.  I quickly put on my clothes.  It still seemed strange to have no underwear.  I put my shoes on and stood at attention.

She stepped in front of me.  "I will now tell you the rules you must obey."

"You are to always address me with respect.  In private, I am Your Lovely Goddess of Your Most Passionate Desire.  In public, you may call me Missy, since I am your Mistress."

"You must always wear your leather bracelet.  It symbolizes your love for me, your goddess.  If you take it off, you will no longer be my pet."

"You will never wear underpants to my house.  Your balls and dick are mine, they will not be covered at my house."

"You may masturbate at home.  Whenever you masturbate, you must think of me.  I am your goddess!"

"I will call you pussy boy.  I will call you cunt.  I will call you a slut.  I will call you my pet.  Because you are all of these.'

"Your name is now good boy.  Since you are a lowly cunt, I will not capitalize the letters.  In public, I will call you g.b."

"Do you understand and agree to these rules?"

I replied quickly, eagerly.  "Yes, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"

She looked at me.  "You may leave now.  I will see you tomorrow."

I left without further discussion.
 

Chapter 4 - Until We Meet Again
 

Each day during the next week, we saw each other in the neighborhood activities.  We played baseball, we played tag, and we swam at a friend's pool.  We were never alone for more than a moment.

She called me g.b.

I called her Missy

No one else seemed to notice.

Several days passed without seeing her alone.  I was really missing her.  I longed for her to tie me up.  I longed for her to tease me.  I longed for her to call me her pussy boy.

One morning, I sat in front of the TV watching cartoons and eating cereal.  Per my usual routine, I was in my underpants and T-shirt.  She knocked on the front door.  I answered the door, hiding behind it to conceal my lack of pants.

"Come out side," she insisted.  "We have to talk."

"I'll throw on my jeans and shoes," I answered.  "I'll be right out."

She had a sad look on her face as we walked down the sidewalk.  I could tell she was upset.  I had no idea what was troubling her.

I started the conversation the best way I knew, "What does My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire want to talk about?"  We were alone, so I used her formal title.

"g.b.," she used my new initials.  "We are moving to New York.  I may never see you again."

I was crushed.  She was my fantasy come-to-life.  She was my lover.  She was my goddess.  I struggled for something to say.

"I will always be your pet.  I will always wear my bracelet to bind me to my goddess.  I will save myself for you.  You must return someday!"

She smiled, "I will return someday.  Your goddess will return to see you."  She pecked my cheek with a kiss.  Then she turned and slowly walked away.

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We saw very little of each other before she moved away.  We were never alone.  I ached for her to bind me tightly.  I longed for her panty-gag to drip her juices in my mouth.  I longed to see her writhing in ecstasy.  Would I ever really see her again?

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Six years had passed since I saw her crying through the car window.  I did not know if I would ever see her again.  I might never be at her mercy again.  I wondered if she missed me as much.

Christmas was a week away.  I was a seventeen-year-old Senior in high school.  I had dated several girls throughout high school.  I had broken up with my steady girl earlier that fall.  We dated, but never went past kissing.  That may be why she dumped me!

The family was finishing dinner when the doorbell rang.  My older sister answered the door.  She let out a gleeful yelp.

"Mandy!"  My sister blurted out.  She had been too old to consider Mandy a friend, but she remembered her well.

"Drew!  Come here!  It's Mandy."

I flew to the door.  Standing there was my goddess.  She was now twenty years old.  She had a gorgeous figure.  She had plump breasts, but not too big.  She had a small waist and round hips.  Her blonde hair was in the familiar ponytail.

"Missy!"  I screamed.

"g.b.!"  She retorted.

She talked to the family for awhile.  Our eyes were constantly catching glimpses of the other.  She told everyone all of her family's gossip.  We replied with all of the neighborhood gossip.

"Hey g.b.!"  She half-yelled.  "Let's get a Coke and talk for awhile."

"Sounds great!"  I answered.  "Let's go!"

We went to the local hamburger joint.  She led me by the hand to a booth in an isolated corner.  She plopped down and pulled me down beside her.  She would not let go of my hand.  She squeezed it tight and pulled it close to her chest.

"God!  How I've missed you g.b.!"  She was so excited, I thought half the town had heard her.

"I missed you too Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"  I hugged her tight.

She was grinning with that evil, teasing grin that turned me on so long ago.  We hugged for a very long time.

"You still remember my title!"  She whispered.  "I thought you would have given up on me by now."

I stuck out my right arm.  Around the wrist was the leather shoestring she had placed there.

She screamed in joyful shock, "I don't believe it!"

"I have never forgotten your rules.  I have never forgotten you.  I have saved myself for you all this time."

She lowered her voice, but still looked shocked.  "You're still a virgin?  No way!"

"I've dated other girls, but I've never been unfaithful to you Missy."  I hoped she would not get mad at me for using the informal name.

"Well, we'll have to fix that problem right now."

"I'm still in high school, I can't spend the night!"  I protested, but the disappointment in my voice was impossible to hide.

"Well, we'll fix it tomorrow!"  She would not give up.  I did not want her to give up.  "We'll tell your family we're going Christmas shopping.  Then we can take all day."

"It's a date!"

She smiled with that evil smile.  "You know the rules... no underpants!"
 

Chapter 5 - Just For Old Times Sake

It was about ten o'clock when the doorbell rang.  I was wearing a football jersey and my jeans.  I had remembered the rules.  I wore no underwear.  I hurried to the door.  We got in her car and sped away.

I spoke first, "Good morning My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!  Your little pussy boy is delighted to see you."

"As well you should be, you little cunt!"  She quipped.  "I have to stop for a few things on the way.  I trust you won't be stupid enough to object?"

"Your little pussy boy would not be so foolish as to disrespect you, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  I responded.  I was being sincere, and she seemed to be sincere as well.

We entered a department store.  I did not know what we were after.  The store was wall-to-wall people, doing their last minute shopping.  I quickly remembered I had no underpants.  My jeans rubbed my balls and cock.  I had a raging hard-on.

We bought only three things: lots of rope, two silk scarves, and a package of clothespins.  We were pushed and shoved through the check out.  Finally, we were in the car, headed towards her motel room.

We headed into the room.  The room was a suite, with a sitting room and a separate bedroom.  I stopped just inside the door, as she headed through the sitting room and into the bedroom.  She tossed the shopping bag on the bed.  She began unbuttoning her coat and stepped into the bathroom.  After a few minutes, she stepped back into the room.  My jaw dropped as my eyes saw her for the first time.  She had not had time to change.  She had worn this outfit under her coat the entire time we were in the car and the store.

She spread her legs about shoulder-width apart.  She had her hands on her hips.  She was wearing a black leather bustier that forced her ample breasts upward and outward.  Her nipples stuck out, uncovered.  She wore black leather panties with a slit in the crotch.  Around her waist was a black garter belt that held up the black hose that covered her beautiful legs.  She wore black spike-heeled shoes.  She wore black leather elbow-length gloves.  Around her neck was a black leather choker.  Her blonde hair was woven in a French-braid.  She looked like a domina that stepped right out of a magazine.

"Lock the door and get those damn clothes off!"  She barked out orders like a drill sergeant.  "What the fuck are you waiting for?"

I turned and locked the door.  I began undressing as quickly as possible.  I heaped my clothes in a pile by the door.  I turned around and snapped to attention.

"Your little pussy boy is sorry for messing up, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  I hoped my apology would soothe her obvious displeasure with me.

"You are forgiven this one time," she granted me mercy.  "Your mental lapse wasn't intentional." she continued.

I stood facing my goddess.  My cock was erect from the stimulation of my jeans against it and the sight and sound of my goddess.  I had grown up a lot in six years.  I was now over six feet tall.  I was lean, but not skinny.  I had a medium coat of body hair, not heavy, just noticeable.  Obviously, my manhood was much bigger than my boyhood had been when she had seen it.

She walked toward me, tapping a riding crop in her left palm.  Her outfit was so much more "polished" than the halter and jeans she wore years ago.

"My little pussy boy might want to know what I have done since I graduated from high school," she stated.  "Does my little cunt want to know?"

"Your little pussy boy would love to know, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."  I really was curious to know.

"Your goddess has been working in the home of a dominatrix in New York.  Your goddess is now training to be 'The Goddess of New York.'"

She sounded more forceful and confident than I remembered.  Her commanding voice sent shivers through my body.  She stepped to me.  The riding crop stretched in her hand.  She probed gently at my genitals.  She moved my balls to the left, then the right.  She nudged my erection, bouncing it in different directions.

"You have remembered the rules very well," she acted surprised.  "It is nice to see my pet still loves me."

"Your little pu..." I started.  She raised the crop to my lips, signaling me to be quiet.

"Yes!  Yes!  I know you love me.  I don't need to hear it from your pussy lips."

She lowered the crop between my legs.  With a quick flip of her wrist, she lightly cracked the crop across my balls.

"Aagghhhh!"  I blurted as I doubled in pain.  The pain did not last long, since she had not hit hard.

"Do you know why I did that?"  She queried.

"My Loving Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire is punishing me?"

"No!  No!"  She shouted, pausing briefly between words.  "Your goddess hit you because she owns you.  I don't need a reason to hit you.  I just hit you because I can."

I stood silent

"I promised I would fuck you."  She paused for effect.  "First you must please me.  You want to please me, slut?"

"Nothing makes your little pussy boy happier than pleasing you, Loving Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!"

"Well," she responded, "that's good, because nothing makes your goddess happier than seeing her little pussy boy suffer."

She prodded gently around my balls and dick with the crop.  "Your goddess has many new toys that would make her pussy boy suffer.  Unfortunately, your goddess could not bring them with her."  She pouted to show her disappointment.  She withdrew the crop from my groin.  She walked to her suitcase, opening it briefly.  She pulled out a wrapped package.  She walked back to me.

"But, your goddess does have a present for you."  Her smile gleamed as she handed me the package."

"My Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire is very kind to bring her pussy boy a gift."

I reached out to take the gift.  She nodded her head for me to open it.  I pulled out the gift and looked at it.  It was several leather straps riveted together with buckles and snaps.  It looked very evil.  The look on my face quickly told her I was not sure what the gift was.

"It is called a ball stretcher-separator.  It combines two of my favorite toys.  I will put it on for you, and you can wear it, just for me!"

I stood with my hands behind my back and my feet at shoulder width.  She began fastening the contraption around my ball sack.  One strap fastened around my sack.  Then another strap went from the back, between my balls and snapped tightly in front.  My balls immediately began to swell around the straps.  They were tightly bound by the straps, separated, and stretched.

I squirmed in discomfort as she paused from her mission.  She glared upwards at me.  I struggled not to squirm.  I could not see what she was doing.  She fastened another strap.  The contraption began pulling my balls away from my dick.  She fastened another strap.  The discomfort was now pain.  The stretching and squeezing of the straps were sending sharp pain through my balls.  She paused again, chuckling with her evil laugh.  She fastened the last strap.  I could not help but squirm again.  She slapped my balls with her bare hand, doubling me over with pain.

"I just love these things!"  She squealed in delight.  I assumed she meant the strap, but she could have meant my balls.

"This is a three-inch stretcher-separator.  They make longer ones, but I thought you would like this one."  She looked at me and asked, "You do like it don't you?"

"Oh, yes," I replied, straining to talk in spite of the agony I was suffering.  "Your pussy boy loves the gift from you, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."

"I'm glad you like it.  You will wear it all day."  She paused to see my reaction.  Satisfied I was not going to say something stupid, she continued, "Now we need to make you a little more comfortable....  Perhaps the rope and scarves will help."

She grabbed hold of my arm and led me into the bedroom.  I expected her to tie me spread-eagled on the bed.  She surprised me by pushing me toward the walk-in closet.  She turned to the bed and grabbed the coil of rope.  She measured a length of rope, and cut it with a pair of scissors she took from the dresser.  She measured and cut three more pieces.  She then turned and walked back to me.

"Don't you dare pull the clothes racks out of the wall," she threatened me.

She began tying me spread-eagled to the clothes racks that were bolted to the walls.  Both arms stretched outward above my head.  My feet were spread about four feet apart and fastened to a shoe rack that ran under the clothes rack.  She pulled on each rope to test its strength.

I was not able to move my arms or legs more than an inch.  If I pulled hard, I might have been able to pull the rack out of the wall.  Even if I did, I would still be spread-eagled, though no longer attached to the wall.  Besides, she would punish me severely if I tore up the room.

"I love silk!"  She squealed out her thoughts in great delight.  "The texture really turns on my prisoners.... And me too!"

She had picked up the silk scarves and pulled something out of her dresser drawer.  She held out a pair of wadded up panties and pushed them to my lips.  I could resist, but that would piss her off.  I opened wide and accepted the panties.  She shoved them deep into my mouth, causing me to choke for just a moment.  She took one scarf and tied it tightly between my teeth.  I let out a grunt in pain as she tightened the scarf tighter than needed.  Then she tied the second scarf over my eyes.  This scarf was dark-colored and completely blocked my vision.

"Gags and blindfolds are such a turn-on!"  She blurted out as she finished her handiwork.

She rubbed her hand against my cheek, skipping over the scarf and continuing her teasing down my neck.  She brushed her leather-clad body against mine, gently swaying her hips from one side to the other.  As her body continued to sway against me, her right hand moved from my neck to my nipples.  Her hands gently caressed my chest and nipples as her hips teased my throbbing cock.

"I could just leave you this way all day," she whispered in my ear.  "I said I would fuck you....  Well I could just fuck your mind!"  Her evil chuckle toyed with my mind.

I could not see or speak.  I also could not move more than a wiggle.  The leather ball straps were lightly crushing my testicles.  Her caressing and snuggling had my dick standing at strict attention.  She was also aware of my highly aroused condition.  Her teasing continued for several minutes, maybe half an hour.  Several times, I felt I was going to explode in orgasm.  Each time, she would move her hands away from my erect cock.  She kept me at a feverish state, always just moments from eruption.

"I will not let you cum until I am ready."  The authority in her voice was matched only with the sinister, teasing tone she used.  "A horny virgin pussy boy like you would cum in a second, if I would let you."

Her body moved away from mine.  My mind instantly longed for her touch of her hands, and of her hips.  I could hear her rummaging briefly.  She was near the bed, or maybe the dresser.  Only a minute passed, before she returned.  She began playing with my right nipple.  She twisted and pulled, causing the little bud to get very hard.  She squeezed it and pulled it outward.

"Aaawwwwggghhhh!"  I screamed into the panty-gag.

She had snapped a clothespin on my nipple.  She had let it close quickly, causing extra pain.  She began flicking the wooden beast with her finger.  The impact caused the wood to twist, pull, and rub my tortured nub.

Several types of pain shot through the trapped nipple.  There was a dull ache from the constant pressure, a pulsing pain from the initial clamping, and a raw burning from the wood rubbing over tender flesh.  I squirmed, trying not to make the ropes cut into my wrists and ankles.  However, I had to escape this torment.  It was useless.  I could not escape the pain.  Slowly, the burning ebbed.  Only the dull, throbbing pain from the constant squeezing remained.

She must have known the pain was ebbing.  She must have been watching me closely.  She probably was getting very turned-on by my suffering.

"Mmmgggghhh!"  I groaned as sharp pain shot through my left nipple.

The pain steadily grew as the wood bit into me.  Then the pain became a throbbing sensation.  Both of my tits were now being tormented by the wooden clamps.  Stretched as I was, I could do nothing but squirm.  The pain would not relent.  It was constant and maddening.

I felt my goddess place her hands on my cheeks.  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose.  Then she untied the dark-colored, silk scarf that blocked my vision.  She pulled the scarf around the back of my head, draping it over my shoulders.

My eyes were watering, on the verge of tears.  The torment of the clothespins was taxing my emotions.  I looked into her eyes.  They brightly sparkled, a beautiful blue.  She was smiling with delight at my tribulation.  It made her seem so happy, yet so vicious.

"I thought I would give you something to distract you while I enjoy your misery."

She twisted the two clothespins, sending sharp pains through both nips.  Then she pinched the wooden clips, removing them.  I sighed in relief as the constant pinch was removed.  After just a few seconds, my torment returned.  Blood began to flow back into the nipples.  They began to sting, an evil tingle as the blood returned.

While I was struggling with renewed vigor, trying to find some way to escape the throbbing, burning pain, Mandy stepped backwards and flopped on the bed.  She quickly removed the leather thong panties that had hidden her pussy from me.  She began to fondle her breasts, while her legs were spread a few feet from me.  She wanted to be sure I could see everything she was doing to herself.  She fondled herself, moving her hand to her pussy.  She slowly fingered her wet womanhood, playing with her enlarged pubic lips and her clit.  She brought herself to three orgasms as I helplessly watched.  Each orgasm seemed more intense, more thunderous than its predecessor did.

The helplessness of my bonds, the numb tingling in my breasts, and the sight of my goddess cumming were driving me to new heights of arousal.  My cock was throbbing with lust, with anticipation of being fucked.  My goddess was lying on the bed, her legs still spread in front of me.  Her love juices glistened on her thick, curly blonde pubic hair.  She lay there slowly, gently caressing her breasts and stomach.

Slowly she pulled herself from the bed.  She slinked towards me.  She rubbed against my body with hers.  A thin film of perspiration covered her lovely skin.  I felt the wetness of her flesh against my hips and chest.  She reached her finger into her pussy and then waved the digit under my nose.  The aroma of her love teased my nostrils.  She wiped her finger under my nose, leaving her sensual scent to linger.

"I can't forget the reason we're here, can I?"  She whispered.  "Finally, you're time has come."

She slowly, deliberately, untied my hands and feet, no haste in her actions.  She left me gagged.  She led me to the large four-poster bed.  She must have searched long and hard for a motel that had this type of bed.  The room had an Early American elegance rare in small town motels.  It also was perfect for her wicked, wonderful plans.

She pushed me down, sending me sprawling on my back.  She tied my hands to the posts at the head of the bed.  She stretched my legs and tied them to the foot posts.  I was now spread-eagled on my back.  She left a little slack in the ropes, but not enough for me to pose a threat to her.  The pain in my tits had all but disappeared, and only a light stinging remained.  My balls were still encased in the leather stretcher-separator.  They were swollen and purplish in color.  They ached, but the straps were not causing great pain anymore.  The gag continued to cut lightly into my lips and cheeks.

"Your first time will be extra special," she sounded so matter-of-fact.  "Few men ever get tied up and raped by a goddess."

She climbed on the bed and raised her right leg over my legs.  She now straddled me, her still-wet pussy just inches from my virgin cock.  Realizing there was no need for further foreplay, she raised up and lowered herself on to me.  The tip of my dick was barely inside of her moist vaginal lips.  She slowly lowered herself further, until her pubic mound rested on mine.  I was completely enveloped in her womanhood.  I tried to thrust upward, but was restrained by the ropes.

"You'll have to do it my way pussy boy!"  Her voice was soft, sensual, yet still authoritative.  "I can drive you crazy if I wish," she continued.

Slowly, she raised her hips, pulling her pussy against my cock.  Slowly, she thrust deep onto my shaft.  My breathing was deep, almost desperate behind my gag.  She could hear my panting, see the lust in my eyes, and feel the growing passion fill my body.  Deliberately, she rose above me, her slick pussy sliding on my engorged dick.  Just as deliberately, she plunged downward.

Her second thrust sent waves a trembling through my lust-filled body.  My hips and thighs thrust against her as much as the ropes would allow.  My entire body tensed, nearly paralyzed.  My cum spewed deep into her.  My trembling continued and my panting was almost frantic as I spewed a second wad into her.

She had patiently brought me to my orgasm, but her body was still on edge from her self-induced ecstasy.  Feeling me inside her, spewing my seed brought her to an orgasm of her own.  She fell forward, her leather and skin upon my chest.  I was still inside her.  My dick pulsed with the final little surges of my ecstasy.  She was furiously moaning, pushing her pelvis deep into my groin, as her orgasm grew, then subsided.

She finally relaxed, lying on top of me.  She playfully nibbled on my ear, with her fingers teasing my nipple.  Her breath was returning to normal.  She rubbed her juice-soaked pubic hair against my hips.  Her patches of bare skin, the leather of her bustier, the silk of her stockings, and the moist, curly hair all touched my skin.  She lay against me, a passionate smile on her face.  I lay, bound tightly, under my loving goddess.  The ecstasy filled us both.

Chapter 6 - You're Free!

I rubbed my wrists, trying to remove the mild stinging of rope-burn.  She was untying my legs.  The gag was secure in my mouth.  I could have removed it, but my goddess had not told me to.  I did not want to screw up a beautiful memory by pissing her off.

She placed three of the ropes and the silk scarf that had blindfolded me into a gym bag.  She motioned for me to stand.  She pulled my hands behind my back and tied them securely.  She moved me into a corner and turned me facing the walls.

"You stand here.  Don't move.  Don't look around.  Understand?"

I nodded.  She walked into the bathroom.  She left the door open.  After a few seconds, I heard the shower turn on.  She showered for several minutes, finally turning the water off.  She remained in the bathroom for several more minutes.

"Turn around and face the door," she ordered.

I turned toward the door.  She was not visible.  Then, she stepped through the door.  She emerged from the bathroom wearing a sheer, dark-green teddy, matching bikini panties, and a gold necklace. Her blonde hair had been re-braided into the French braid.  Her shapely body was gorgeous in the dark green ensemble.

"Behold your goddess!"

She walked over to me.  She knelt before me and began tediously unbuckling the straps on my ball stretcher-separator.  I sighed under my gag when each strap was loosed.  My balls tingled as the blood rushed into them.  She giggled as she playfully poked at them with her finger.

She stood and walked behind me.  She untied my hands, which I let hang at my side.  Any movement of my hands might be disobedience.  She returned in front of me.  She pressed her body against mine as she reached behind my head to untie the gag.  She pulled the scarf behind me and used it to pull my lips to hers.  She planted a firm kiss on my lips.  Finally, she pulled the panties from my mouth.  I worked my jaw and tongue in small circles.  I said nothing.  She placed the recently removed items into her gym bag.  She quickly returned to face me.

"Did my little pussy boy like being fucked by his goddess?"

"Yes, Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire!  Your pussy boy loved it very much!"  I blurted as best I could.  My mouth was very dry and my jaws very stiff from the gag.

"Well, your goddess loved fucking her pussy boy," she smiled to show her pleasure.  "But, my little pussy boy cannot wait forever on his goddess to come back."

"I will wait forever, Lovely..." I began to protest.  She put her finger to my lips, to keep me quiet.

"You are a very handsome young man," she continued.  "You will have many young ladies in your life.  You cannot be my toy forever.  As much as both of us may wish otherwise, I must set you free."

She pulled my right wrist to her chest.  My hand rested between her beautiful breasts.  She worked diligently to untie the leather shoestring and removed it from my wrist.  She placed the shoestring in my hand and squeezed my fingers around it.  She reached her arms around me, squeezing me in a firm hug.

"You may keep this to forever remind you of your goddess," she said.  "But as of now, you are free!"

She kissed me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth.  She pulled me to the bed.  We made passionate love, the "normal" way.  As we slowly recovered from our orgasms, she kissed me again.

I volunteered the first words.  "You have been the goddess of my desire.  You are my first love.  You will always be my Lovely Goddess of My Most Passionate Desire."

"No matter what I do, or who I meet, I will never forget you, Drew.  You will always be my good boy!"

- The end -
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