I sat on the couch, somewhat uncomfortably as my hands were still tied behind me. Veronica came around to stand in front of me, looking me up and down, saying “Well, you wanted to be tied up and captive, and here you are. Not really that tied up though, let’s fix that.”
She left the room for a moment, quickly coming back with more pieces of rope like the ones that had been in the car trunk. She knelt by my feet and started to re-tie my ankles. She seemed to know what she was doing, and had my ankles tied together again quickly.
The ropes around my wrists and ankles felt tight enough that I didn’t think I would be able to just slip out. I figured I might be able to find the knots with my fingers and eventually untie them, but I decided there wasn’t really any need.
Veronica regarded me for a moment, then said, “No, not quite done.” With one hand against my chest she pushed me gently backward on the couch, then finally into a laying position facing the back of the couch. I lay there for a moment wondering what she had in mind, then quickly found out when I felt a rope being connected from my wrists to my ankles.
“This is a hogtie, right?” She asked, rhetorically. I sensed that she was kneeling behind me, and I could feel both of her hands resting on my upturned hip. “Now I think you really aren’t going anywhere.”
As Veronica stood up I tested my bonds, pushing and pulling to see if any might come loose. Nothing budged, and even more than before I was sure that there wouldn’t be any easy escape from this.
She laughed lightly, saying “Keep squirming, I kinda like that. I don’t think you’re going to get out on your own though.” She watched me for another moment, then continued, “Well, you’re tied up and captive like you wanted. What next?”
After a pause, I responded “Uh, I don’t know. This is what I wanted. I wasn’t really sure what to expect.”
“Uh huh.” She said, quizzically. “Well, I’m going to sit and read my book and see if you can get yourself out of this.” I rolled back to my other side so I could see her, just as she pulled up a metal folding chair a few feet away from me and proceeded to open a book and start reading.
I wriggled and squirmed for a few minutes, blindly trying to figure out where the knots where that were holding the rope around my wrists. I wasn’t trying that hard to escape, but eventually I found a knot with my fingers, and just as I found a loose end to try to work, Veronica looked up from her book and stood.
“Ah, naughty.” She chided. “Do I need to make this harder for you?”
She took a step so that she was standing over me, reaching down to quickly pull the knot I had found out of reach. She paused for a moment as if considering what to do, then suddenly she had the pulled the hem of my shirt up to my navel, and her fingers were working the button on my pants. With the button undone, she proceeded to unzip the fly and started pulling my pants down over my underwear.
“Oh, did I distract you?” She teased as she finished pulling my pants down around my knees. She withdrew her hands and stepped back to regard me, smiling openly.
“You know how ridiculous you look right now?” She asked mockingly. “I didn’t know grown men still wore tighty-whities.” This was in reference to my white briefs, now in full view.
“I…” I stammered lamely, “I didn’t realize I’d be doing this when I got dressed this morning.”
She stood over me, arms crossed over her chest, laughing quietly. Then she leaned over again and pulled the back of my underwear down exposing my ass, leaving my cock snagged in the front. She laughed harder now, saying “Look at you, ass out and tied up.” I felt totally humiliated, looking up at this stranger standing over me, her breasts bouncing lightly up and down as she laughed.
It seemed like she caught me looking at her chest, and her laughter faded away. “Do you think I’m pretty?” She asked, her tone more serious.
“Y-yeah, of course,” I replied genuinely.
“Hmm, thanks.” She said smiling, “of course, from where you are you’d have to say that.”
I was telling the truth; she wasn’t stunning but she was definitely pretty. She was neither skinny nor large, and the smooth tan skin of her face was marred only by a few subtle blemishes that could easily have been hidden with makeup if she chose to wear it.
Her eyes held mine for a moment, and then her hands were tugging at the hem of her white t-shirt, pulling it up over her head in one smooth motion, then dropping the shirt to the floor. I was entranced by the sight of her white lacy bra, and her dark-skinned belly and shoulders. No tan lines, I realized, concluding that her skin color was not from the sun. Next she unbuttoned and peeled off her jeans, leaving white panties and smooth legs.
I watched as she stood for a moment in her bra and panties, aware that this was taking an unexpected but very pleasant turn.
Veronica eyed me for a moment, then reached for the metal chair she had sat on earlier, pulling it close and sitting down with her knees against the couch. Her gaze traveled down my body to my crotch, half exposed with my hard cock still inside the folds of my underwear.
She reached out a hand and took hold of my cock through the cloth of my underwear. I shuddered involuntarily and she smiled. “You seem to be enjoying this,” she said simply as her fingers traveled the length of my cock and traced the outline of my balls.
“I’m enjoying this too,” she said after a moment, “having you helpless like this is kinda turning me on. Which gives me an idea…”
She trailed off in thought, then stood up suddenly and walked quickly out of the room. Feeling momentarily disappointed that her attention had been diverted, my cock strained against fabric of my underwear longing for more.
Veronica re-appeared a moment later carrying what looked like a hand-held massager. A vibrator, I realized, but not the cock-shaped kind, this was the type that had a round plastic head with little soft bumps. It was white and had a long power cord, and she fumbled around the room for a moment looking for the closest outlet. I was captivated, in helpless anticipation watching her maneuver around the room in her bra and panties until finally she found a plug.
Holding the massager in one hand, she returned to the chair directly in front of me on the couch. Her bare knees were once again up against the couch so that we were nearly touching. She pushed a button on the massager, and it started to emit a buzzing sound, and I could see that the round end was vibrating. She parted her legs slightly and brought the vibrating end down into the crotch of her panties.
Almost immediately her eyes closed and a contented smile occupied her face. She continued to hold the vibrator against her crotch, moving it very slightly up and down. As the seconds passed, her mouth opened and she began breathing heavily. Her eyes opened again and fixed on me as her breathing grew faster and faster. I realized how aroused I felt watching this happen, knowing that she was fueling her pleasure with the visual of my bound body in front of her. I was helpless to do anything other than watch as she began to shudder. She gasped as orgasm gripped her, her chest heaved up and down as the waves of orgasm waned. My greedy eyes tracked her breasts bouncing inside the white lace of her bra.
She let out a long sigh, breaking her gaze on me for a moment to look down. Both of us registered the growing wet spot on her white panties where the head of the vibrator had been.
“God I love this thing,” Veronica breathed. “The problem is, once you get yourself with one of these, you never want anything else.”
She eyed me again, her gaze starting at my eyes, but moving down to my crotch where my cock, hard as ever, had made its own tiny wet spot in the cloth of my underwear.
“I wonder…” she began, but didn’t finish the thought. She started the massager buzzing again, and held it out toward my crotch. She let the vibrating head come in brief contact with the head of my cock, and I felt a jolt shoot through me. It felt great, almost too intense even though it had just touched me for an instant.
She had been watching my reaction carefully, and she said, “How did that feel?”
“Um, good. That’s… intense,” I said.
She nodded and smiled, then pushed the massager back against my cock through my underwear, this time a little further down the shaft. My eyes closed involuntarily, it felt really good.
She continued to move the head of the vibrator down my cock until eventually it came up against my balls. This was an entirely different sensation, just on the line between pleasure and pain. It still felt great, but also like I was getting kicked in the balls 60 times per second. I flinched slightly, and Veronica took note, pulling the massager away for a moment.
“Too much for these guys?” She asked, probing my balls through my underwear with her other hand.
I didn’t answer immediately, and she frowned, finally saying “Alright time to lose these.” And with that, she grabbed the hem of my underwear, still partially pulled down on the back side, pulling them all the way down to my knees and exposing my cock to the cool air.
“Oh hello,” She said playfully to my cock. “I’m actually not a big fan of dicks, to be honest. Single-minded and leaky, if you ask me. But I need to see what I’m working with.”
She pushed the vibrator back on my cock, and the vibration felt even more intense without my underwear in the way. She held it firmly against the middle of the shaft, and it felt glorious.
“I…” I started as I felt the first stirring of orgasm arrive. “That thing is going to make me come in like 10 seconds.”
“Really?” She said in amusement, pulling it away. I let out a small involuntary groan.
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