Part I

I run my own small business. And by small I mean I have two employees. One is my brother named Rob. He does advertising and sales. The other is Allison. She does accounting and invoicing. I do everything else, which leads to long work nights and a very small social life.

When I first started the company it was only Rob and I. Together we were young and bold enough to get the company off the ground. However it was becoming obvious that I was getting burned out trying to keep the books, develop new product lines and do everything else the owner of a small business does. After two years of growth and success the company needed an accountant. I would have preferred to pay a company to do our books however Rob insisted that it would cost too much and that he knew of an impeccable accountant. After several of Rob's persuasive sales pitches, I tentatively agreed to interview Allison.

During the interview Allison projected herself with an impressive level of confidence and professionalism. Her responses to my questions were direct and precise. Her knowledge of business tax law as well as small business finance was extensive. She systematically answered and eliminated all my questions and concerns. It was so systematic and stern that I finally understood why Rob referred to her as 'the fiercest accounting bitch ever'. Not that he would dare to say that to her face.

I made her an offer, she accepted and the three of us began to expand my company more in one year than I had in the previous two combined. Business was good the following two years as well. This year however, was pretty hard. The economic downturn had driven half our customers out of business. Half of the remaining customer were behind on their payments. Rob remained confident and Allison remained as stern as she always had been. That is to say, friendly to our good customers and tough on those that owed us money.

On the other hand, I was a wreck. I was staying at work even longer and was scrutinizing everything. I was trying to find anything to keep my business running. It was late in the afternoon on a Friday when I started going over all of the financial records for our company. I stumbled upon an asset listing that was set up to look like a customer account. The name of the company was entirely unfamiliar and when I went looking for the paperwork about the customer I could not find any. To add to my anxiety the account was drawn negative. It was a considerable amount of money as well.

Eventually I was able to piece together an account balance. The large sum had been paid out nearly three months ago by Allison directly to a bank account that I did not recognize. It was followed by two credits that would then appear as if that customer was making a payment or purchase. It was clever. I would never see the negative account balance since it was listed as an asset and any payments would appear as normal business transactions. I was beyond furious at this deception and fraud.

Our office consists of a small reception area, three offices and a fourth office being used for storage so yelling wasn't necessary to get anyone's attention.

"Allison" I yelled. "Get in here now."

There was no response but I heard her chair move. She came into my office dressed almost the same way she was when I first interviewed her. Her long black hair was held up by a simple pin. Her business suit consisted of white blouse under a dark jacket and a short, but still professional skirt. She wore nude colored stockings and a pair of four inch pump heels.

She sat down and looked at me. I could tell she was analyzing my angry demeanor but did not seem agitated or nervous by it.

Too mad to say anything else I flipped the faked asset form at her. She picked it up and looked over it without the slightest change in her expression. That only made me more angry.

"Explain this to me." I managed to blurt out.

There was a short pause. Her eyes narrowed briefly as if she was still analyzing me.

"The funds were used for something I considered highly critical at the time. The payments are interest on the balance owed. The account was to be fully credited on Monday along with a third and final interest payment."

Her calm and matter-of-fact response grated on the last shred of control I had.

"I have every intention of having you arrested for theft Miss Norton." I said pounding my fist on the desk.

"I would think that unwise, Charlie." she began, "The funds are being delivered to me in person on Monday. If I am not there to receive the cash you will lose all of it. You will also lose a very good accountant at a critical time for your company."

She stood up as if to leave.

I flew out of my chair to block the doorway. She didn't even flinch.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked. It sounded terribly cliché but I was really too mad to think of anything else.

"It is late so I am going home." came an irritatingly calm response. I grabbed her arm which provoked a slight scowl from her. The scowl disappeared as quick as it had appeared.

"I am disappointed that you are so doubtful about my integrity. I have worked here for three years without any reason for you to question my ethics. The amount is certainly not an amount worth stealing if that were my intention.", she paused and then a slight smirk appeared. "However, I understand your anxiety to have control over this situation."

Her whole persona seemed to change as soon as that smirk appeared. Her words suddenly seemed to have a subtle sexual connotation. I was completely caught off guard by this. While Allison was certainly good looking she was still, "the fiercest accounting bitch ever". She had never flirted with Rob or I. Nor had any of us ever discussed our personal lives in any significant manner.

The idea of having sex with her popped into my mind. Allison seized on my moment of distraction and shook her arm free of my grasp.

"At 8 PM I will see that your need for collateral is met. Will you still be here fretting like you usually do or will you be at home?"

I blinked. "At home."

The subtle smirk disappeared from her face. She pushed through me and walked out the door.

I looked at the phone on my desk. There was still enough anger in me to call the police. Her offer, however, was quickly draining away that anger and replacing it with curiosity. "Did she really just offer me sex?" I mumbled to myself. Then another question popped into my head. "When was the last time I had sex?" My thoughts tumbled back a year, then two, then four. It had been a really, really long time.

Then I remembered Sarah. I had run into Sarah at a dance club two years before I started my business. It wasn't really a relationship so much as just two people trying to have some fun at the same time.

There were three things that dictated what she did. First, she loved to be drunk and second, she loved to do crazy things. Crazy, as in, break into a museum at three in the morning just to see some of the exhibits. The third element was sex. She loved having it especially when mixed heavily with the other two. I wasn't excited about her level of craziness as much as I was about the sex. But to her, I was an easy source of alcohol and sex so we stuck together for a few months.

It was near the end of our relationship that my mind latched on to. We were sitting on the floor of her apartment after a few hours of bar hopping. She turned to me and said, "I want you to tie me up and fuck me."

The part about tying her up was a little strange but I wasn't surprised by the request nor I was not about to pass up sex so I agreed. We both went looking for something to tie her up with. I managed to find a cloth belt from her bathrobe in the closet. She came back into the room with two fist-fulls of rope.

"Use this silly." she said throwing the rope at me.

She stripped her clothes off while I started pulling the several strands of rope apart.

"Lay on the bed." I said.

She giggled and then laid down on her back.

Being intoxicated made it a little more difficult but I still managed to securely tie her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. She wiggled in her restraints while as I took my clothes off.

I climbed on top of her and started kissing her. She responded by trying to bite me.

"What's that for?" I asked after she clamped down on my shoulder with her teeth.

"I'm not going to let you rape me without a fight." she said giggling again.

I moved myself out of range of her teeth and started playing with her nipples. Sarah loved it when I sucked on her nipples. She cooed for a while and then started getting louder and louder until she was yelling.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Calling for help" she shouted. "Someone is bound to hear me screaming. They'll call the police and you'll go to jail you fucking rapist."

I don't remember if I was more annoyed or turned on by her escalating fantasy but I dismounted her and went looking for the cloth belt from her bathrobe to gag her. She used the opportunity to try and escape the ropes. Her thin waist twisted frantically trying to pull free from the ropes on her wrists and ankles.

I returned to the bed and straddled her waist.

"Remember this," I said as I tied a large knot in the middle of it."This is for your big fat mouth. Now open up."

She turned her head to the side. Undaunted I reached down and pinched one her nipples hard. I managed to muffle half of the scream by quickly jamming the knotted section into her mouth. The bathrobe belt was long enough that I was able to wrap it all the way around the back of her head and back to the front. I tied it in place with another knot which was then pushed into her mouth as well.

Sliding my hips down between her legs and leaning over her bound body I resumed sucking on her nipples. Her yelling into the gag turned into moaning. I really enjoyed watching her squirm in her restraints. Especially as I inserted my cock into her. Her back arched and her firm nipples surged towards the wall in response. Every move I made had her twisting and turning against the ropes that held her wrists to the corners of the bed. It didn't take long for either one of us to cum. We had one more night similar to that but I apparently was not wild enough for her. We went our separate ways shortly after.

Now it was my turn to smirk. I knew exactly what I was going to do if Allison dared show up at my door tonight.


Part II (added: 01/02/2010)

It was pointless to stay at the office after thinking about Sarah. Any attempt at going over budget numbers was thwarted by my cock throbbing in my pants. Thinking about Allison just made it hurt more. I grabbed my jacket and headed out to the local hardware store.

It was raining when I pulled into the hardware store. Which wasn't unusual for this time of year. When I finally found the aisle with rope I was disappointed. Their rope selection was quite poor. It seemed to consist mostly of cheap, corded clothesline rope with cotton sheathing or thick, heavy duty polypropylene. They only had one style of nylon rope. It was white and one quarter of an inch in diameter. I tossed two 25 foot lengths and two 50 foot lengths into my basket and then checked out.

The drive home seemed to take forever. As I drove my thoughts continued to drift back to Sarah. Only this time it was Allison on the bed, naked and struggling in the ropes. The bulge in my pants continued to throb painfully.

Fortunate that my distracted driving did not provoke any accidents, I pulled up to my house. The clock in my car read 7:30 PM.

My two story townhouse wasn't very big, but it was more than sufficient for a bachelor like myself. The front door opened directly into the main living room. Just to the left and facing the door was a stairway that led to the second level. Straight ahead was a short hallway that lead to a small kitchen which was in the back of the townhouse. The living room had a high vaulted ceiling that went all the way to the roof.

The upstairs consisted of a small open area directly over the hall that lead to the kitchen, a large bedroom that was directly over the kitchen in the back and a guest bathroom on the right. A banister ran along the right side of the stairway and continued along the open area on the second level until reaching the wall of the guest bathroom. The banister was thick with large dowels but was also lightly colored so the stairway and the open area on the second floor could compliment the vaulted ceiling of the living room.

The front room was fairly disorganized but I didn't really care. I retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen and went up to my bedroom with the bags of rope. My bedroom was very simple. A desk with a computer on it in the corner to the far left, a bed in the middle of the room against the back wall and on the wall to the right, the closet and bathroom door. My bed didn't have a fancy headboard or elaborate foot-board that I could tie rope too. It was very much the same as Sarah's bed: a mattress and a box-spring on top of a simple metal frame. The frame had four feet holding the bed only a few inches off the ground. I opened one of the packages and cut four long lengths. Moving around the bed I tied the end of a rope to each one of the four feet. Not wanting to shock Allison at the sight of the rope, I tucked the other end of each rope under the mattress.

I was about to tie the fourth and final length of rope to the bed when the doorbell rang. Half startled and half thrilled by the noise I looked over at the clock on the desk. It was 7:47. I was actually relieved she was early. My throbbing cock was soon going to be relived of its painful captivity.

Rather than finish tying the last piece of rope to the bed I just stuffed it in my back pocket and headed back downstairs to open the front door.

I opened the door casually and much to my dismay, the woman standing there was not Allison. She was probably in her late twenties and had long sandy brown hair that was held back by a long black pin. She appeared to be slightly taller than Allison and had blue-green eyes. She was wearing a plain, long sleeved, powder blue wrap dress that showed an incredible amount of her cleavage. The dress went all the way to her knees but had a high slit along the left . From the slit I could see that she was wearing tan thigh high stockings. She had a nice hourglass figure. Nothing ridiculously disproportionated but very still curvy. I guessed she was wearing some sort of corset. Resting on her hips was a wide white belt with a silver buckle. The belt matched the color of her heels that had a similar, but not nearly as thick, strap that went around her ankles. Her hands were behind her back holding what appeared to be an over-sized black purse.

I didn't say anything. I just stared at her. She was pretty and her outfit was sexy but she wasn't Allison.

"Are you Charlie Jensen?" A raindrop landed on her shoulder turning the spot from powder blue to a dark blue.

"Yes." I managed to say while the anger from this afternoon returned.

The woman smiled and extended her hand. "My name is Traci."

There was an awkward silence. Another raindrop landed on her dress. This time hitting the side of the skirt and creating a long dark blue streak on it.

She dropped her hand and the smile was quickly replaced by a concerned look. "Did Miss Norton tell you that I was coming?"

"Not exactly." I said in an annoyed voice. Several more raindrops landed on Traci's dress.

"Oh." she said as she looked down at one of the blue drops on her dress. "She told me to be here promptly at 8 PM."

As mad as I was, I couldn't bring myself to slamming the door on the woman. I let out a sigh of defeat as the raindrops began to fall faster.

"Why don't you come in until we figure out what is going on." I said as I stepped back from the doorway.

She gave me a big smile and walked in.

"I was under the impression that Allison was going to meet me at 8 PM." I said as a closed the door.

Traci stepped over my jacket making her way towards the couch in my living room. "My mistress never mentioned anything about coming here tonight." she paused and then held up the over-sized purse she had been carrying. " She did tell me to give you this."

"Mistress?" I asked, completely ignoring the bag. "Are you an escort or something?"

My frustration with Allison had made me say that out loud.

Traci laughed at my comment. "No. I am not a prostitute." She looked at the coffee table that had been pushed up to couch as if debating if she should sit down or remain standing. The coffee table had been left that way since I often ate dinner at the couch while watching TV; cluttered with a bowl, some clothes and fast food wrappers.

Instead of apologizing I simple responded with an "Oh."

"Mistress Norton is a dominatrix." She pushed a few of the wrappers aside and put the over-sized purse on the coffee table. Apparently she had decided to remain standing. "I go to her to fulfill some of my desires."

That bit of news came as a surprise to me. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense to me. I was finally starting to clue in on what was going on. But I played dumb. Just to be sure.

"That doesn't really answer why are you here?" I asked as the throbbing in my pants returned.

Traci examined me, much in the same way I had looked her over when she stood at my door. "Mistress Norton said you wanted..." she paused as if searching for the right word, "...collateral."

Allison's name piqued the anger I felt again. This isn't what I really wanted. I wanted Allison tied to my bed. She was the whore that took money from me. However, the throbbing discomfort in my pants insisted that I accept the compromise standing in my living room.

Trying to act as casual as possible I walked over to the couch and sat down. I pushed the coffee table away with my right foot opening an unobstructed path between Traci and I. "If I am going to give in, I might as well enjoy it." I thought to myself.

"Take off your dress." I commanded.

"Yes, sir." She undid the belt first. It was carefully set off to the side on the coffee table. She untied one of the knots on the side of dress and then slowly and intentionally pulled the first flap from the dress back exposing a part of a black satin corset. She reached around her waist and pulled the other wrap away from her body. The corset was cup-less, but rose high enough that covered a part of her breasts. It had a seam down the middle of the front that showed five small clasps. The bottom was also straight, running just below each hipbone. She also had a pair of solid black panties that matched the corset perfectly. However, all of that was discarded from my thoughts when I saw the shiny metal band running along the lower part of her hips. It was solid and perhaps two inches wide. At the center of it, there was a hinge which attached to another piece of metal that ran down between her legs.

I stood up. "What the hell is that?"

"A chastity belt, sir." she responded rather sheepishly.

"Take it off." I was more angry than horny now.

"I can't, sir. The combination lock is in the back and I can't see the numbers."

I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. The metal band that came up from between her legs had a slit near the top. The slit allowed a hollowed notch on the waist band to pass through so the whole thing could be locked in place. A combination lock with three tumblers held the two pieces together.

"What's the combination?" I asked.

"I... uh..." Traci stalled.

I grabbed her brown hair and pulled her head back towards me.

"Is this some sort of joke?" I imagined Allison getting a good laugh out of this. Stealing my money first and then sending some tart to flirt with me.

"No sir." she stammered again. "I'm just doing what Miss Norton told me to."

"Put your hands behind your back." I barked at her.

Traci complied by crossing her wrists behind her back but said nothing. I took the rope out of my pocket and tied her wrists together as tightly as possibly could. I pulled her backwards towards the couch and then spun her around.

"Kneel down."

"Yes, sir." she replied in almost a whisper.

I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out. Traci's eyes locked onto it while I sat down on the couch again.

"What's the combination to the lock?" I asked again.

"Please don't make me do this." she pleaded.

I grabbed her hair in the front and pulled towards me. The pin in her hair came loose sending her sandy brown hair cascading down close to my crotch. Using my other hand I angled my cock at her mouth and then pushed her head down onto it. She took me into her mouth smoothly. Too smoothly in fact as the force from my hand drove her so far down she immediately began choking. I didn't care though. The wave of pleasure I had just felt erased any possible remorse. I pulled her head up to let her cough a few times.

"Have you thought of that combination yet?" There wasn't really any time to answer before I pushed her head back down on my throbbing penis. I still pushed her down far but now it was all about the stroke of her mouth along my shaft. Traci still resisted but since she was bent over too far she couldn't gain any leverage to pull away.

I worked her patiently against my shaft even as she occasionally gagged. I let the stroke get quicker and drew her still deeper down on me. As the cum finally erupted I took her head by both hands and drove her deeply against me. The release was intense and fulfilling for me. Traci on the other hand, was left coughing heavily.

I finally relaxed a little which allowed Traci to pull away. She rolled onto her side at the foot of the couch while coughing up some of the creamy fluid.

"You're still not going to tell me the combination. Are you?"

She ignored me.

"Fine" I said while zipping my pants back up. "I like a good challenge"

I went upstairs and retrieved the bags of rope I had purchased. Traci was still laying on the floor when I returned.

"Get up." I said while grabbing her by one of her arms.

With some help from me she finally stood up. I walked her over to the area of the living room directly under the loft areal. I untied her wrists and then immediately tied them back together in front of her. I selected one of the 50 foot lengths of rope and folded it in half. Tucking the looped end around the bindings on her wrists I fed the paired ends of the rope through the loop. She looked puzzled as I took the ends of the rope and started walking to the stairs. I was about four steps up the stairs before she started to follow me.

"Stay where you were."

She backed up. "Yes sir."

I took my end of the rope up the stairs and then along the banister of the loft. Once I was directly over where Traci was standing I pulled all the slack out of the rope and then kept pulling. Traci bent her arms at her elbows to surrender a little more rope but resisted my attempt to pull her arms up over her head. I ignored her attempt at resistance and finished my work by looping the rope around the banister once and then dropping the two ends back down to the floor below. Traci looked up at me as the rope fell giving me a nice view right down into her corset bound bosom. A smile that was more of a smirk cracked my lips.

Traci watched me intently as I walked back down the stairs.

"Still don't want to give up the combination?" I said while walking over to the rope hanging down from the banister.

She didn't answer.

I fed the ends of the rope up underneath her chastity belt in the back. Using one hand to pull the rope down from the loft, and using the other hand to pull the rope up through the chastity belt I slowly started to lift her from the floor. Her discomfort was almost immediate as her hand were pulled up over her head followed by the metal chastity belt being pulled up into her crotch. She wiggled and squirmed as I continued to pull all of the slack that I could out of the rope. It wasn't until I saw the heels of her shoes come slightly off the floor that I tied it all in place.

I stepped back to admire my work. Traci's arms were pulled tightly up over her head. The tension from the rope made her arms appear long and thin. Her her hips were pulled back a little due to the chastity belt which tipped her chest forward. It gave a nice view of her cleavage. The chastity belt was no longer around her hips. It was almost at the bottom of her rib cage due to the rope in the back pulling it up. The metal band that ran between her legs was crushing mercilessly against her crotch. Her stocking clad legs strained to keep contact with the floor making them look even longer than before.

"How is that chastity belt working out for you now?" I mocked while sitting down on the couch. Her visible discomfort gave me some satisfaction but I was still unfulfilled.

My attention was drawn back to her blue dress. It was laying on top of the coffee table partially covering the over-sized purse. For the moment I couldn't think of anything else to do with Traci so I decided to take a look at what Allison had put in it.

I hoped to find some note from Allison, anything that might indicate I would have access to her tomorrow or maybe Sunday. Instead the lumpy purse produced a thick, black leather collar with a single ring on the front of it, a white ball with a thin leather strap that ran right through it, a long vibrator shaped like a penis and a clump of black spandex.

I picked up the white ball using the strap. I had never seen anything like it before so I was momentarily confused at its purpose. That is until I noticed Traci looking at it. Her lips parted as she sucked in a labored breath. It was a gag. I chuckled a little at the thought of jamming it Traci's mouth.

The clump of black spandex turned out to be a hood. There was no opening for the eyes or nose. Just a large opening for putting it over her head and small one one for the mouth.

I wasn't quite sure how, but Allison knew what I had planned to do to her. The toys in the bag confirmed that much. She probably told Traci what I would do as well. I couldn't tell if Allison was taunting me or encouraging me. Maybe it was both. After all Traci said was a dominatrix.

I looked over the hood again. At least this would allow me to fantasize about having Allison. I fumbled with it until I found the opening at the bottom and then wandered back to where Traci was strung up.

With her arms pulled tightly over her head Traci could only resist by either moving her head forwards or backwards. Even then it was a futile effort as I easily slid the hood over her head. Some of her sandy brown hair stuck out in the back. I walked around her and tucked it up into hood.

Content with the position of the hood I ran my hands along her waist, down over her hips and to the tops of her thigh high stockings. I moved in closer allowing me to hear her shallow, uncomfortable breathing. My hands them moved up her front until they reached her breasts. The tight corset made her breasts feel very firm to my fingers.

"I'm only going to ask one more time." I whispered from behind her. "After this, you'll have to beg me to let you down."

"What is the combination to the chastity belt?"

She took a deep breath but didn't answer.

"Fine." I said while looking down at her legs. "Lets see how well you do just standing on one leg or maybe just suspended in the air."

I started up the stairs to get more rope. A single word came from the small round hole in spandex mask.

"Wait."

"I don't think so." I resumed my walk up the stairs.

I lingered as long as possible upstairs. First I opened another bag of rope. From that rope I cut one piece to complete the collection of ropes attached to my bed. Then I cut two more strip that I intended to use on Traci's legs if necessary. I checked over bed one more time before heading back downstairs.

Traci was visible agitated now.

I circled around her once soaking up her uncertainty. To add to anxiety I intentionally let one of the ropes in my hand touch against her legs.

"636" she blurted out.

I thought that having Traci give up the combination would have felt more rewarding. But the contents of the bag had ruin that moment for me. Traci probably knew what I was going to do, especially when I saw that chastity belt. For all I knew, she was enjoying this.

This time it was my turn to be headstrong. I knelt down beside her and began to wrap the rope around her right ankle.

"The combination to the lock is 636." she repeated.

I continued to work with the rope around her ankle by tying it off tightly with a knot.

"Please untie me." she begged.

I paused my work. "Beg me to take the chastity belt off."

"Please take the chastity belt off."

"If I take it off you're going to get fucked like a slut." I taunted.

She shifted anxiously in her bindings again.

"Say it." I gave a little tug on the rope attached to her ankle. Not enough to pull it off the floor but enough to get her attention.

"I want to be fucked like a slut. Please take the chastity belt off."

"What you want is irrelevant." I corrected, "Beg me to do it."

"Please take the chastity belt off so you can fuck your slut."

"Much better." I removed the rope from her ankle and then retrieved the collar from the bag on the coffee table.

"Chin up slut." I ordered.

She complied which allowed me to easily slide the collar in place and then buckle it.

I set about to undoing the ropes suspending Traci. She let out an audible noise of relief as the pressure against her crotch finally relented. I allowed her some time to shake off the discomfort of having her arms above her head for so long but I didn't untie her wrists.

I gathered up the long rope still attached to her wrists. "Put your arms back above your head and spread your legs."

"Yes, sir"

I took a hold of her wrists and pulled them down behind her head. Gathering up the long rope still attached to them, I fed it between her legs and then up her front to the collar. I fed the ends through the single ring on the front of the collar and pulled the rope tight against her body. Even wrapped around her body the rope was still very long but it served its purpose as a leash. I looped up some of the extra slack in one hand.

Gathering up the black purse I then gave a short, but strong tug of the rope. "Follow me slut."

It probably would have been easier to push her along given the hood and the restraints, but Traci's cleavage was quite enjoyable to watch as we slowly made our way up the stairs. With each step her breasts looked as if they would explode out of the corset. We eventually made it to my bedroom.

I sat down at the foot of the bed and pulled her up between my legs. "Time for your fuck." I said, " Kneel down." Once again I was admiring her cleavage pressed into the corset as she knelt. I reached down and pulled her breasts free of it. Her nipples were large and erect. I gave each one a short but fierce pinch. She took a deep breath but did not make any sound.

"Show me how grateful you are that I untied you slut." I said as I took my cock out of my pants and brushed it up against her nipple.

"Yes, sir."

She lowered her head down to my cock and took it into her mouth. With her hands bound over her head she had to move her whole upper body in order to go up and down on me. It was slower that way but I didn't care.

"Are you enjoying your face fuck?" I teased while squeezing her nipples between my fingers again.

"Yes, sir." came a mostly cock muffled reply.

I let another minute pass by with her banging away at my cock.

"Thats enough, you little slut." I said as I pulled her head off me.

I removed the long rope that was holding her arms behind her head and I also untied her wrists.

"Take your panties off."

She rose off one knee as if to stand up. I responded by slapping both her breasts. "I didn't say you could stand up."

Her knee dropped back to the floor. "I apologize, sir."

I acted impatient as she pulled the black panties to her knees and then after raising each leg off the floor, pulled them off.

"Is your pussy ready for me?" I demanded.

"Yes, sir."

I stuck my hand between her legs and felt her slit with my fingers.

"You're such a lying little slut." I said as my fingers felt nothing moist.

I took the white ball gag out of the black purse.

"Open up." I said, holding the toy up to the only hole in the hood.

She paused briefly but then complied. I slid the ball between her teeth and then buckled it as tight as I could.

"Now," I said while retrieving the vibrator. "fix that hole of yours so I can ram my cock in it properly."

I took her by the wrist and put the vibrator in her hand.

She fumbled with the vibrator in both hands until she found the tip of it. Once she had that figured out she turned the vibrator on and then proceeded to rub the penis shaped tip against her crotch. While she worked on that I resumed toying with her nipples.

One minute went buy. Then another. I was getting a little impatient.

"Let me see that." I said grabbing it out of her hand. Placing it almost vertical I gave it a good push against her mound. With a little wiggling it slid right in.

"You dirty slut."

Her reply was completely muffled by the gag between her lips.

"Get up." I said pulling her arm.

Once she was standing I pushed her onto the bed. "On the bed."

I pushed her along on the bed until she was right where I wanted her. "Lay on your back."

She mumbled something again into the gag before flopping over. Straddling her waist I set about tying her wrists to the corners of the bed. Having accomplished that I slid off the bottom of the bed and quickly tied her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed.

I picked up the vibrator and pushed it into her as far as it would go. Traci thrashed as I pushed it up farther. I was dismayed to see how much she could move her knees.

"This won't do." I said out loud as I slid off the bed. I gathered up the long strand of rope and tied an end of it to the middle of one thigh. I tossed the other end under the bed and across to the other side. From there I pulled the rope tight forcing her knee out wide. I wrapped my arm around her other leg at the knee and then pulled it to the side of the bed to force her legs to spread even wider. I then tied the rope from underneath the bed to the middle of that thigh to keep it in place.

I went back to the foot of the bed and looked over my work. Her body was finally tied wide open on my bed. Just the way I wanted it. It wasn't Allison but the hood over Traci's face would be enough to fantasize that it was.

The slut on my bed arched her back and the vibrator popped out of her pussy.

"Is my slut ready for something a little more real than a vibrator?" I teased.

She nodded her head.

I mounted the bed and slid up to her crotch. I sat with my legs pushed under her thighs. Only the tip would slide in from this angle.

"Arch your back slut." I commanded.

Since her arms were almost useless, she used her head to push herself up. As her crotch moved into a more accessible position I drove my cock in the rest of the way. I paused and then pushed again, slowly increasing the speed of my thrusts to build my own orgasm.

It was a good orgasm. Not great. But I only had myself to blame. I was probably too distracted by my thoughts of how I could use Traci to get to Allison.