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The fourteen year old turned over the cold metal handcuffs, almost with a feeling of awe. She couldn't believe she had actually gone into that shop at the mall, and bought them. She knew her face had been beet red from embarrassment, and she could see the clerk trying not to smirk, knowing perfectly well what they would be for, but she had done it, she bought them. The naked girl shivered, not from cold, it was more than warm enough in her bedroom, but from excitement. She had discovered a fascination with bondage by accident, after seeing some pictures of women tied up and helpless, on the net. It had stirred something deep inside her. Mostly, deep inside her teenage pussy! Until now, she had only played the most harmless games, wearing a doggie collar around the house when no one was home, or putting clothes pins on her nipples when she was in her room. She discovered the slight pain created an extra huge rush when she masturbated with the clothes pins on. She had been very careful, having read accounts of people who played bondage games alone, and ended up in terribly embarrassing situations. She had no intention of letting herself get trapped that way, naked and needing her parents to help her. The handcuffs were very safe, there was even an extra key she had hidden in her computer desk drawer. Idly, she closed one of the hand cuff steel rings around the bar of her bed headboard. Without really thinking, she closed the other around her wrist. A shot of adrenalin went through her, her heat beat jumped. She was really handcuffed to her own bed! She grinned wickedly as she wondered what her parents would say if they came home and found her like this. Then fate shattered her daydream. A car just going by the house laid on is horn. The sudden sound make Alexis jump. The hand cuffed arm caused her to be jerked side ways, and the key went flying from her free hand. FUCK! She looked around, she had not even seen where it had flown to! Frantically, she visually scanned every inch of the carpet, praying it was close enough she could pull it towards her with her foot. But the key was nowhere to be seen. She tried to stretch far enough to reach her computer desk. Not even close. And her damn bed was much too heavy for her to drag closer to the desk. She tried to force herself to calm down. She still had hours left before her parents got home. She sat down on the bed, her cuffed arm crossing in front of her. She wasn't even cuffed on the proper wrist to set comfortably. She started breathing slowly, telling herself she just needed to be calm, and not panic. Carefully, she looked at every inch of her bedroom carpet. AND COULD NOT SEE THE DAMN KEY! Where the hell could it have flown to? She tried to slip her hand out of the cuff, but it was closed too tight. No way, without breaking her hand, was she going to get out of it that way. Her parents WERE going to come home and find her, nude and handcuffed. Her lower lip started to quiver, she was on the edge of crying. A flare up of anger forced her to stop that. She needed to think! She looked around her room again, not for the key this time, but for anything else that might help her. She could reach her phone! Oh, yea, dddduuuuhhhh, like who was she going to call? The fire dept? Sure, they would come screaming to the house with sirens blaring, alerting every snoop on the street. And wouldn't they love to find a naked teenage girl in handcuffs! She really wasn't worried about getting raped, but wouldn't they take their sweet time getting a good look while they got her out of the damn handcuffs! And they would have to make out the report and tell her parents. A girlfriend from school? Oh, yea, and it would be all over the city in 5 minutes, every kid in school would know about it. She would never live the humiliation down. Then her heart skipped a beat. There was ONE person she could call. The one person she had always turned to when she was in trouble. Her uncle Norm. Actually, he wasn't really her uncle. He was their neighbor, but he had lived next to her parents before she was even born. He had just "always been there" as she grew up. He had always been there to help her out when she got into trouble. Like when she was playing with her yo-yo and it broke the window, she called him and he had it fixed before her parents ever got home, and had the glass all cleaned up. Or when her brand new roller skates got stolen in the park, because she left them on the bench while she went to talk to some friends. He had taken her to the store and bought the exact same type, so her parents never knew. On any of the other dozens of times he had been there. She could call him, he would come to the rescue yet again. BUT, he had never rescued her while she was handcuff and stark naked. The little girl he had always helped was a young woman, a nude young woman. She tugged and tugged at the cuff, there was just no way she was going to slip through them. She would have to call him. She just hoped he was home! Awkwardly, she turned and twisted till she was able to reach the phone. With one hand trying to hold it and dial, it took a couple times before she got the number dialed right. He answered on the 4th ring! Her heart was in her throat and her mouth dry. "Uncle Norm, I need your help." There was a sigh, and a short laugh. "What trouble are you in this time, Alexis?" "I'm... Well, I'm... Uncle Norm, can you just come over and help me? Please, before my folks get home?" She heard a sigh at the other end of the phone. A sigh she knew well, the one he gave every time he silently agreed to help her, agreed without saying it. "I'll be right over." "Thanks, Uncle Norm, the front door is open, just walk in." It was just a walk across two lawns for him, but for Alexis, it seemed to take forever, as she sat there totally humiliated at what he would see when he got to her. She swore, once she was out of the cuffs, she would NEVER fool around with this bondage stuff again. She heard the front door open, and heard him walk in. "Alexis!" he called out, "where are you?" A tear rolled down her cheek, a tear of shame. She really, really, didn't want to answer, but there was no other choice. "I'm upstairs, Uncle Norm, in my room." "Well, come on down and tell me what the problem is." The teenager hung her head in shame. "I can't, you have to come up here." She heard is foot steps on the stairs, she was looking at her bare legs and feet, could not look at the door. "ALEXIS! What the hell? Who hand cuffed you to the bed, are you ok?" He was in front of her, gently cupping his hand under her chin and lifting her head, looking at her tears of shame flowing down her cheeks. "Don't tell me your parents did this to you!" He started to reach for a blanket to cover her. "No, Uncle Norm, they didn't. I did this to myself." He stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean, did it to yourself?" The blanket was in his hand, but he was making no move to cover her now. She thought she was going to die when she had to explain it, but now, with him there, it all came out in a flood. "I found some sites on the net, about... bondage, and stuff, with... pictures." I wanted to... see what it was like. So I bought these hand cuffs, in a store at the mall. I didn't mean to handcuff myself to the bed, I just tried them out, but I dropped the key, and I didn't see where it went, it's got to be on the floor here somewhere." "There's a spare key in the computer desk drawer." "I'll get that one, you can look for the other one later." Alexis realized he had made no effort to cover her nude body. THEN she realized, the key was not the only thing in that desk drawer! An entire new shame shot through her, and her face went red again. He opened the drawer, and picked up the candle and Halloween glow stick she used to masturbate with. Alexis thought she was going to die. If there had been a crack in the wall, she would have crawled into it. He put them back, never saying a word, but he could not stop the small smile. Then he found the key. He sat down on the bed next to her, the key in his hand, but making no attempt now to free her. "Alexis, everyone becomes curious about life, and all it's variations. There's no need to be ashamed about it. Until it gets you into trouble." "You mean like getting yourself handcuffed naked to your own bed?" She felt the need to stress that she was still naked. He had done such good job of over looking it. That was the one thing about him that had always driven her crazy. No matter what the situation, he never got rattled or seemed surprised. This was one time you'd think even HE would be totally off guard, but no, he just sat there talking to her. Being cool about life was one thing, but he just over did it! "Yes, like getting handcuffed naked to your own bed. These bondage games should NEVER be played alone, it could have been much worse. But I'm sure you all ready had enough of imagining that." He left the room, actually left her there, and walked out without saying a word.! Alexis was totally confused. He came back in a few minutes later, with one of her fathers ties. Without saying a word, he went to her and grabbed her free wrist, tied the tie around it and quickly tied that arm to the other side of her bed! This was definitely NOT what she was expecting when she called him for help! He stood there, looking at her nude, bound body as she turned and twisted, fought with the necktie. But Norm had tied it so the more she struggled, the tighter it got. Finally, worn out, she just dropped down and lay there on display. "There's also no point in telling you to stop, because you aren't going to. This episode might put it on hold for awhile, but your curiosity will get to you again, and you will start again. And could very well get into an even worse situation." She couldn't figure out why he STILL had not unlocked the hand cuffs? "When do your parents get home?" "Ahhhh, not till 6 or 7" "All right." He went to her computer and booted it up. Alexis was worried, embarrassed and curious. "Uncle Norm, what are you doing? Just unlock the handcuffs, please!" "Shut up." Alexis was shocked. He had never behaved like this, this was not the Uncle Norm she knew. He sat in her chair, waiting for her computer to come up. "Can you at least COVER me then?" "You wanted to be naked and handcuffed, well, you're naked and cuffed." She was in shock. In all her life, he had never acted like this. She was totally nude, how could he just IGNORE her?! She could see the screen from her place on the bed. He found the pics, the ones that she had "fixed", put her own face on pictures of women tied up in all sorts of positions, naked and most with spread open pussies. A lot of women being spanked or punished too. She had never thought it was possible to be this embarrassed and still not die. He shut down the computer, turned and looked at her. "I was right, you aren't going to stop. You are a lot more into this than just 'curious' aren't you?" "Yes, Uncle Norm." "OK, you aren't going to stop, and it's not safe to play games like this alone. So, the best solution is to help you." "Yes, that's why I called you, help me out of these cuffs!" "Oh, no. You want to experience bondage, well, you're going to. I assume the pictures of you are faked?" "OF COURSE!" "Well, before this is over, there may be some real ones of you." Alexis hadn't realized it up till now, but her cunt was sopping wet, and hotter than any candling session had ever made it. She was even more embarrassed than ever, knowing he could probably smell her creaming cunt, if not see it. Norm was checking her desk drawers, stopped, and gave out a chuckle. He help up two spring clip style clothes pins. Alexis didn't think it was possible, but her face burned even redder, her shame and humiliation grew. He walked towards her. She tried to twist away, but there was no turning with her hands tied wide apart to the bedposts. "Now, what do you possibly use these for?" He was standing above her, pressing the clips open and letting them snap closed, and was looking down at her. She had her eyes closed. And her mouth closed. He reached down and pinched her nose closed lightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to stop her breathing through the nose. She finally had to open her mouth to breath. "I said, what do you use these for?" Her voice was barely a whisper as she answered. "I wear them." She knew he had all ready guessed where she wore them. "Where?" Damn him, he was going to make her tell him. Probably make her tell him EVERYTHING before he uncuffed her. "I put them on my..." "On your what, Alexis?" "my nipples, it hurts, but it hurts good." "Well, then, let the hurting begin." He put the clothes pins on her, she twitched a bit, but started breathing faster. He left her there, and went back to her desk. She didn't believe it, he walked away from her! A shiver went through her, knowing what else he was about to find. He took a long feather from the drawer, and held it up, looking at it. He ran his finger lightly over the edge. He was smiling was he returned to the naked, bound fourteen year old. " And what's the feather for? Maybe you saved it for nature class at school?" He was toying with her, teasing her, she knew he had already guessed what the feather was for. She just did NOT want to admit it. "What's the feather for, Alexis?" "I tickle myself with it." "Tickle yourself? Where? Your nose?" He lowered the feather and began running it around her nose, over the delicate skin between her nose and upper lip. She twisted and turned to get away from it, but there was no escape. "No", she gasped out, "not my nose". "What do you tickle then? I can keep this up until you do tell me, your choice." The teenager felt like she would rather die than admit this. But she had put herself in this spot, and he was the only way out. "I tickle my nipples, and my..." She could not say it, not to a man. "Like this?" He began to fun the feather so very lightly over her breasts, just barely making contact with her skin. Already turned on by the situation, her cunt began to juice, her nipples thicken and extend. She was totally humiliated, and totally turned on. After spending several minutes, he let the feather gently slide down her tummy to her shaven pussy. Actually, he stopped where her bush would have been, if she hadn't shaved. He began to run the feather over that area, then down the inside of her thighs. In seconds, she was gasping for breath, her heart was slamming in her chest. In automatic response, she thrust her hips into the air, pushing her ass up off the bed. She was close to cumming. She had never realized it was possible to cum without even having something touch or enter her cunt. THEN NORM STOPPED! He dropped the feather on the bed and went back to her desk and computer! She did not believe it, she was right on the edge, he couldn't just stop now! Her teenage body screamed for release, for satisfaction. And he acted as if she wasn't even in the room! "Why... why did you stop?" He laughed. "To teach you a lesson, about getting yourself into situations you shouldn't. And because I felt like it, and because there isn't a fucking damn thing you can do about it." In her situation, she would have expected to have been beyond being shocked. Yet she was, in her entire life, she had never heard him swear worse than "damn." Then he found her candle and her chemical glow stick. She had been praying that he would miss them, but she knew he wouldn't. They were right there where she could get to them anytime she wanted, (which was every day) and get them quick. He pulled them out next. He held them a moment, noticed they seemed to be coated, or perhaps, "glazed". Alexis wanted to die, he actually sniffed them! He knew what she used them for, where they had been. But he walked over to her anyway. "And these?" Knowing he all ready knew did not make admitting it any easier. "I... use them." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "For?" Suddenly, her temper flared. She had called him to help her, not to have him tie her to the bed and go through her personal things. I masturbate with them! There, is that what you wanted to hear?" He didn't answer her question. Instead, he got up, went to her closet and got a winter scarf out. Alexis was watching him the entire time, couldn't imagine what he was going to do with it. She continued to watch as he moved close to her. He lifted her head with one hand, slipped the scarf under her and then wrapped it around her, blindfolding her. She heard him walk out of the room. The nude teenager lay on the bed, trying to sort things out. This was what she wanted! Since she had first stumbled across the pictures of the women tied up, naked or half naked, forced to submit, she had fantasized about her being the one tied. Now she was tied and naked, blindfolded and at the mercy of the man she called to rescue her! She was excited, her nipples were as stiff as nails and her pussy gushing, but she was scared too. What if Norm had some side to him she had never seen before? She had made herself totally helpless. She felt like a total slut, like a whore. Sometimes, in school, when they got into an argument, they called each other "slut", but didn't really mean it. She was one, now. She jumped when she felt the light touch of the feather on the side of her throat. She had been concentrating on her situation and never even heard him enter the room. Her body was immediately covered in goosebumps as the feather trailed down the her side, over her ridge cage. She had never realized that part of her body could give a sexual thrill too. Or more likely, touching any part of her now would feel like a sexual thrill. He trailed the feather down her side, down her thigh, over her knees. He began tickling her feet with the feather. She started laughing, her feet were sooo ticklish. In minutes, he had her gasping for breath. Then he simply stopped, not touching her anywhere, not making a sound. Leaving Alexis in suspense. What would he do next? Tickle again, something sexual? Something painful? The waiting and not knowing was worse than the tickling. Then the feather touched her again, touched the shaven skin above her pussy. She had shaved 5 days ago, there was just the faintest hint of stubble, but ever hair stubble the feather touched sent a tiny sensation through her. He played the feather down the sides of her cunt, barely touching her pussy lips, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. Alexis began to make small noises in her throat, not words, not groans, but whimpering sounds, sounds of sexual ecstasy. Norm was watching her close, when her tummy muscles began to twitch and jump, he knew she was close to climax. And he stopped. Moved back from the tied teenager. It actually took Alexis a moment to realize it. "NOOOOO, don't stop!" Not now, I need to cum, Norm! You can't leave me like this! PLEASEEEEE, I HAVE TO CUM!!" Then Alexis let out a scream, her back and hips arched up, as he put her candle in her cunt. The candle he had let soak in the ice water he'd gone downstairs to get. The icy cold candle hitting her sex heated cunt was something she would never forget. "FUCK, IT'S FREEZING! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!" He pulled it out quickly, and she missed it more than ever before. Then a totally new feeling exploded in her, she shoved her hips into it, it went through her cunt, through her heart, through her mind and soul all at the same time, as he leaned forward and began to lick her pussy. His beard tickled her inner thighs at the same time his tongue probed deep inside her, his nose was grinding into her pussy lips. This was IT, this is what she had lived for, this was her purpose in life, to feel what was going on in her body, in her soul, in her cunt, right now. He had teased her, kept her at the edge, for too long. Her orgasm tore through her young body much sooner than she wanted, but it was like no orgasm she had ever had before. She always came when she masturbated, but it had never, ever, been like this. When it finally drifted away, she dropped back on the bed, spend and exhausted. It took minutes before she could even start to think again. Her body was soaked with sweat, her cunt flooded with juice, even the sheets were soaked, and so was Norm's beard. He untied her, got the spare key and unlocked her from the handcuffs. He leaned forward and kissed her, not the kiss on the cheek she had always gotten from him, but a full kiss on the mouth. He picked her up with ease, as if she were nothing but a large doll. Then he carried her to the bathroom, set her down in the shower. Quickly, he was out of his own clothes and in the shower with her. He turned the water on, standing under the spray himself, till he had it perfect, then moved her under the water. He soaped up her soft body, with frequent hugging and passionate kissing under the spray. He ran the bar of soap over her breasts, down her tummy, over her pubic bone. He was behind her, sliding the soap and his hands over every inch of her front, letting her stand there, soaking up the hot water and the feelings. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her butt, slipping between her cheeks. She wondered if he would fuck her. Though she masturbated daily, she was still a virgin. But she was ready to give her pussy to him. She owed him that much, for what he had just given her. When he had finished washing her front, turned her around, now they were face to face. They kissed more, under the hot spraying water, as he washed her back, with his arms reaching around her. Now his cock was brushing against her tummy. She tried to lift herself up, to let it slide inside her. She wanted his cock inside her. But he stopped her. "I don't have a condom, and you're not on the pill. We can't take the chance, not now." But she had to do something for him, she owed him. With a gleam in her eye, she slid down to her knees. With the hot water pouring over her, she took his cock in her mouth. She had wondered for a long long time what giving a blow job would be like, now she was going to find out. She wanted to make it a great one. She had read dozens of stories on line about sucking cock, she hoped it would help her now. She owed him. She had called him to help her get out of the handcuffs, and he had helped her far more than she ever fantasized. Norm put his hands gently on her head, guiding her motions, slowing her down when she got too eager. Alexis concentrated on what she was feeling, and tasting. She had watched a few bj porno clips on line, and plenty of still pictures, she had even "practiced" on hot dogs in her room. Now it was real. Suddenly, it was very, very real. He was cumming in her mouth! Some woman pull back and immediately try to spit it out, Alexis clamped her lips tighter around his cock and swelled as much as she could. She felt like a slut, a cheap whore, but she loved it, she couldn't stop herself. Even after his cock was empty, she kept sucking it, until it went soft and slipped from between her lips. He lifted her to her feet, and kissed her again, not caring about tasting himself on her lips, or on the tongue that was now probing his mouth. They finished their shower, he toweled her dry. She was lost in a foggy dream world of lingering sensations. He gave her one last kiss. "I have to go, wouldn't be good for your parents to get home and find us. Go look for the key, and be more careful. Those are games you should not play by yourself." Then he was gone, out of her house and back to his own. Alexis seemed to drift more than walk to her room, haphazardly getting herself dressed. Supper was the same, she was off in her dream world, barely aware of the food, or her parents, what they were saying. The ringing of the phone hardly registered with her. Her father answered. She jumped in shock when he said, "Alexis, it's your Uncle Norm." She nearly panicked. Surely he wasn't feeling guilty and was going to confess what had happened? "He wants to know if we think you're old enough to earn some money doing housework for him, cleaning, laundry, dishes. He said he's tired of the bachelor mess, and the experience will be good for you." Her mouth was dry, she was amazed her father couldn't hear her heart pounding, it was beating so fast and loud. She fought to try and keep her cool. "Yea, I guess so, long as it's for pay. Not too much work though." Her father told Norm she would do it, and hung up the phone. He laughed. "Maybe he's have a little French Maid outfit for you!" Alexis hung her head low. Her father figured it was to hide her embarrassment. Alexis was trying to hide the wicked, evil grin on her face. "I don't think he'll have me wear anything, Dad." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55