He pulled the car over to the curb and shut it off. Kristen's was in the
driveway, so she should be home he thought to himself.  He drew in a deep breath,
and just sat in the car a moment, thinking.  Kristen was a friend of one of his
friend's girlfriend, and he had only just met her a week or so ago. Well, he was
going back to college, and wouldn't see her for a while, so what did he have to
lose, he thought to himself.  Just go with it, see what happens, how bad could
things turn out?   He got out of the car and shut the door. As he approched the
house, he thought about what she had said the other night: stop by and see me
before you go back to school on Sunday.  Well he was here, but he didn't know how
this visit was going to turn out, and he wanted it to go well, he didn't have a
girlfriend, and it would be nice to have someone to do things with when he was
back in town.  He approched the front door and rang the bell.  And he waited.  He
could hear something moving inside the house, but the door was not answered. 
Then he heard a call from inside, "Give me a second to put the dog out.  I'll be
there in a second."  A minute later she opened the door.  Holy Shit!  She stood
in the doorway, a rubbing a towel in her hair. "Hi, come in, I just got out of
the shower, sorry for the wait."  He followed her through the door, as she
continued to dry her hair with the towel.  She was looking quite fine in her
white terry robe, legs slightly damp below it's edge. Her hair was hanging down
her back now, glistening in the light.  It was a beau- tiful light brown, with
some looking almost blond in the light.  "Have a seat," she offered, "I'll be
back in a second as soon as I straighten up the bathroom" He sat down on the
couch, and watched her disappear into the bathroom.  In a minute she was back,
setting down in a chair across from him, crossing her legs, still wearing her
white bathrobe.  Quite probably totally naked beneath he thought.  They started
talking about this and that, but his attention was drawn to where her robe
parted, revealing a little cleavage.  The bottom was coming open slightly also,
and revealing more of her wonderful legs, still slightly damp.  His lust grew,
but he attempted to surpress it.  He didn't want her to know, not yet, and he
didn't know how she would respond, having only met a short time before.  "Would
it make you feel more comfortable if you went and put something on?" he asked
her.  "No that`s ok, I feel comfortable enough like this," Kristen replied.  Oh
boy, he thought, what's that supposed to mean? They continued to talk for another
half hour, seemingly enjoying each others company.  "Kristen, I want to make sure
I let you know this before, I go back down to school, so i'm just gonna lay it on
you, since I'm not good letting my feelings show.  "Kristen, ever since we met
I've been thinking about you, lusting for you, driving myself nuts over you."  "I
realize since you just broke up your last relationship, you might not be ready to
start anything new just yet, but I had to say something."  "I feel kinda stupid
for having said this in this way, like a horny highschool student with a crush on
you, but that`s how I feel." "That's ok, I appreciate your directness.  Yes, I'm
still a little screwed up from the thing with Mike, I really never felt for him
what he felt for me. And no, I don't want to start anything serious now, but
maybe in time it could happen."  "You don't know very much about me at all, do
you?" "No, I don't, and I find it strange that I'm drawn so strongly to you,
knowing so little about you." "Well, I should warn you that I'm a little weird,
but you'll get to know more about that in time..."

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

That was all he saw of her that day, he had to get on the road and get back to
school.  It hadn't gone really badly, but he had been hoping it would have come
out better.  She had turned him down without really turning him down, or so he
thought.  What did I really expect? he thought to himself.  Of course she's not
gonna embrace me and say I love you just after we've met.  Well, I guess I'll
call her when I get back into town and see what happens.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

He wrote her a few letters from school, and she actually answered two of them. 
She hadn't found anyone new yet, and one guy who had been hitting on her she must
have turned down spectacularly, because she said he called her a, "Sick Bitch!"

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

"Hello, Kristen, it's me, ... , yea, how have you been?  Oh, ..., I'm gonna be in
town for 2 days, ...., sure, how about 8:30?, ..., ok, Well we'll talk then I
guess.  'bye." Wow, what a change.  She asked me out!  Musta been a lonely three
months in this little hick town.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

He pulled the car up across the street from her house again, and got out. She met
him at the door to the porch, ready to go already.  She was wearing a marroon
sweater and black slacks, with black leather boots.  The weather was chilly and a
little bit damp. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders, catch- ing the light
from the street lights.  Her perfume was turning him on something fierce. He
could hardly drive straight on the way to the restaurant.  The place was a
chinese joint called the Dragon Hut.  They ordered and spent the next hour
talking: "So what's happened in this town since I've been gone?" "Well I've been
kinda lonely.  I didn't think I'd miss having someone so much.  There's been
things to do, and school and work and all that, but, I kinda feel a hole in
myself." "Well, college isn`t what I'd call a thrill-a-minute either, not with my
course load." The conversation degenearated into small talk for most of the meal.
When they were finished he suggested, "How would you like go to the show? It
doesn't start for another half hour, we've got plenty of time to make it." "I'd
rather just go back to my place, we can rent something, or watch one of the tapes
we've got.  I'm sure we can find plenty to talk about and do, besides, you want
to get to know me better, and I've got some things to tell you....." "Ok, that's
fine with me." Boy, she was kinda taking charge tonight he thought. Wonder if
she's always like this?  The rumor he had heard was she prefered to let the guy
take charge.  Well it looked like that rumor was definitely bullshit.  But what
did he know?

*               *             *

They arrived back at her place about 10:30, and went inside.  Her parents weren't
in evidence, and he wondered if they were gone for the night.  She turned the
t.v. on, and walked into the kitchen.  He followed her. "Would you like something
to drink? We've got coke, pepsi, dew, and beer." "I'll have a beer'" he said,
more than half expecting a root-beer.  To his surprise she handed him a bottle of
Miller High Life.  She grabbed a coke for herself, and went to a cabinet and got
a little rum to spice up the coke. "Are your parents gonna mind that we're over
here drinking?" he asked. "Oh, no, they're in Chicago for the weekend. I don't
expect them back till tommorrow night.  Dad 'll never notice that he's short a
beer or two, and if he does, he'll think my brother came home and swiped `em."
They went into the living room and he sat down on the couch.  She sat down right
next to him, almost on top of him, she was setting so close.  There was some
movie just starting on USA, one of those B movies they always play on "Up All
Night," they decided to give it a chance, ands started watching "Sam Hell Comes
to Frogtown" and talking.  The movie was about a group of nurses who had one of
the last potent males alive after a war or something, and they were trying to get
him to impregnate as many fertile females as they could find in order to
perpetuate the race, in short it was a little weird, but it did stimulate the
conversation a bit. "Kinda different movie isn't it?" she offered. "I'll say. 
Probably some horny director's version of a wet dream." "Well, hom many guys do
you know who wouldn't kinda enjoy being forced to have sex with that many women?"
"Oh Boy, Loaded Question, I think I'll keep my mouth shut on that one."
"Well...," she trailed off, "Would you like another beer?" "I guess so, I'll go
get it." "No, I will," she jumped up and ran for the kitchen.  Well, that settles
that he thought.  He decided to stretch out on the couch to see what would happen
when she got back.  She came in set the beer on the end table and pounced nced on
him, almost knocking the breath out of him. "If your gonna take up the whole
couch, I'm just gonna have to set on you you know!" "Be my guest." he said. She
was laying on him, face to face, a slight smile on her face.  He lifted his head
slightly, and she bent down, and they kissed. And kissed.  After a while they
shifted positions slightly, so they could both lay on their sides, and still see
the TV. "You still don't know very much about me," she wispered. "No, but I think
I'm finding out more as we go," he said. In the movie, Sam and the one nurse were
about to enter Frogtown, and inorder to blend in better, the nurse was letting
Sam lead her by a leash and collar around her neck.  For some reason, Kristen's
body quivered for just a moment.  She was getting a little aroused, both from the
movie, and from his prescense behind her, holding her.  She tried to think of a
way to explain it to him, but she couldn't come up with a good way.  Then she
felt a pressure grow by her back.  He was getting a bit of an erection wasn't he!
No time like the present... "What do you think about that?" "What?" "Sam leading
that nurse dressed like that into town on a leash." "Guess" "I'd say it turned
you on a bit from what I feel in my back." "UH, well, yea, it did, but you're the
main cause of it." "I am, am I?  Well, Supposing you were Sam, how would that
make you feel?" "What?  How would dragging a half naked woman around on a leash
make me feel?  Woah!  That's some heavy shit.  I don't know... I suppose if
something like that ever happens, I'll deal with it then.  I've got some pretty
kinky friends down at school, and when I occassionally hear about their exploits,
it turns me on a little bit I guess...  Why, how would being dragged around on a
leash half naked make you feel?" "Well, I don't think I'll answer that right
now." "Well, I always said what's good for the gander is good for the goose. I
gave you a pretty much straight answer, how about reciprocating?" "Ok, I'll tell
you, but lets finish watching the movie first, its starting to get interesting
again..."

*       *       *       *

They finished watching the movie, and she rolled over and kissed him. He embraced
her firmly, and they held the kiss for a minute or two. "Come upstairs, I've got
something to show you," she said in a low voice, still kissing him.  "You like
surprises don't you?"

"Of course."  He wondered what she had up her sleeve. He followed her up the
stairs, her hand still in his.  She entered the room and shut the door behind
him.  He walked over to the bed and sat down on it. "I hope I don't scare you
with what I'm about to show you," she said looking him in the eyes. "There's
nothing you could do that would scare me too badly right now," he replied.  "I
think I can deal with anything." "Well, I said I'd tell you how that scene in the
movie would make me feel," she started, "It would turn me on something fierce."
"I think a guy who can take control, and make me his slave, even if only for a
temporary period of time, is incredibly sexy.  I've never known anybody who was
willing to do that." "Come here," he ordered. "Set down next to me."  "Is that
what you like? "Somebody who orders you around a little bit, or is it more than
that?" "Go ahead and tell me, it's not gonna scare me." "Look in my bottom
dresser drawer," she said a little sheepishly, "in the blue shoe box." He opened
the drawer, and removed the box, setting it on the bed between them.  It was
pretty heavy, what did she have in here?  He opened it. Inside was a plastic bag.
 He removed the bag and opened it.  What was this?  There were some black and
metallic objects in the bag.  He reached in and removed one.  Out came a pair of
black leather wrist cuffs.  He looked at them for a second until he figured out
what they were, and then he caught on.  He dug through the bag until he found
about 3 master locks, and the keys to them. He looked up at her, and paused for a
moment, looking into her eyes.  She had a look of apprehension in them, at once
worried that she had gone too far by showing him this so soon, and at the same
time anxiously hoping he would take the stuff and know what to do with it. "I'm
kinda into bondage," she said rather timidly. Well, he wasn't a total idiot, he
knew some people really enjoyed these bondage games, and apparently Kristen was
one of them. "I've never done anything like this, I'm just gonna have to
improvise," he thought to himself. "Shit, what am I doing," he thought. "I guess
I'll chalk this one up to expanding my horizons, he decided. "Hold out your hands
in front of you." he growled.  She complied, a slight smile showing on her face. 
She'd made a good call.  It looked like he was gonna play along, and might even
know what he was doing. He locked the cuffs around her wrists, and then locked
them together. Still holding the lock in his hand, he dug through the bag again,
knowing that somewhere there had to be some rope or chain or something.  He found
a piece, and pushed her onto her back on the bed.  Forcing her hands above her,
he fastened them to the headboard, and gave it a yank to see how sturdy it was.
The bed didn't even creak, it was as solid as three feet of cement.  She was
really, truly, helpless.  The reality of this suddenly hit him.  He held her life
in his hands, quite literally,  what if I was some crackpot rapist murder?  What
could she do?  Nothing.  She had trusted him, really trusted him, and he decided
he could trust her, if it ever came to that... "How do I know when to stop?" he
asked.  "If I say 'Uncle', then stop doing whatever it is you're doing." "Have
you ever done anything like this before?" she questioned him. "Nope." "Well,
you're on a roll, wing it, we'll talk after it's over.... Master." So she likes
to play rolls too, he mused.  Well, I can improvise on that too I guess.  Woah!
Shit! What a night!  I don't believe I'm doing this.  He took a deep breath to
calm himself down slightly.  He looked in the bag again. Removing two ankle
cuffs, he looked at her, and grabbed her left ankle.  He pulled it close to the
edge of the bed, and fastened it to the short footboard at its end, again testing
its strength.  Solid like a rock.  This has got to be the most well built bed
I've ever seen.  He walked to the other side of the bed, and looked at her. 
"Give me your other ankle, Slave!"  She did nothing he reached up and slapped her
thigh through the slacks.  "Do as I say Slave. You do not know what I might do if
you don't comply, perhaps even if you do comply.  Now the ankle. NOW!"  She
slowly offered her leg to him, and he took it and had it secured moments later. 
She now lay on the bed, with her legs spread, and her hands directly above her
head.  He reached up and pulled her sweater over her head, so that it was bunched
up on her arms.  He undid her bra which fortunately hooked in the front, and with
a deft move, removed it from her.  Leaning down, he took a nipple, quite erect
already, into his mouth. He kneaded her flesh with his tongue, occasionally
scraping it just a bit with his teeth.  He reached down, and began to remove her
slacks, while continuing to work on the nipple.  Shit! How do I get these off of
her, while she's tied? He gave the nipple a bit of a nip, and she inhaled
sharply.  He got up, and undid her right leg from the bed, moving it to the other
side to join her left one, and reattached it.  He then reached up and peeled her
slacks from her body. Well, what's this? No panties.  Eliminates the need to
remove them I guess. Her slacks now around her ankles, he freed one leg,and
sliped it through, then refastened it.  He did the same with the other, and then
moved her right leg back to the other side of the bed. Leaning forward, with his
tongue he bagan to trace a path up her thigh, across her stomach to her other
nipple. Grasping it with his teeth, he flicked his tongue quickly across it's
tip.  With his right hand he reached down between her legs, feeling the moist
warmth radiating from her.  He rubbed the exterior of her mound with a finger,
then excruciationly slowly, he slipped the finger into her.  It entered easily,
she was ready, virtually steaming inside.  He found her clit and circled it's
base with a fingertip, being careful not to touch it, not yet.  He'd let her hang
on the edge for a minute or two.  She was breathing heavily, and her hands were
straining slightly against the cuffs on her wrists.  He gave her nipple a tweak
with his teeth and began to work on her clit with his fingers. She shuddered
again.  He changed over to her other breast and began to work it in a similar
fashion.  A quiver ran through her.  She was getting close he thought.  She began
to breathe quicker, and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was
almost there.  He bit down on the nipple, giving the other a pinch with his free
hand, and suddenly squeezing her clit sharply.  She went over the edge right
then.  Her body thrashed and strained at the cuffs restraining her. Then she went
almost limp, breathing deeply and quickly.  Geez, if she hadn't been tied down, I
might'a got hurt there, he thought.  That had to be about the most powerful
orgasm he had ever seen.  "I know she didn't fake that," he chuckled to himself,
"no way." "Ohhh," she gazed up at him. "Well, now that I know my slave is ready,
the fun will begin." he said, looking down at her.  He removed his clothes and
sat down on the bed. "THE Slave will now give her Master a Blow Job," he stated. 
She nodded agreement.  He straddled her, offering himself to her, an inch from
her mouth. she leaned forward to take it with her tongue.  He slid forward as she
took it, so she wouldn't have to strain her neck as much.  As she began to suck
him off he reached behind her head and placed his hand at the base of her skull.
Slowly, he forced himself a little deeper into her throat.  He felt it tighten,
but she did not gag.  What a feeling.  He looked down at the beutiful face below
him, cheeks wrapped around his engorged cock, dark eyes gazing up at him. "Uhh,
Uhh, ohh yeaaa..," he shot his wad down her throat.  She swallowed squeezing him.
 He withdrew slightly, and she licked the sides of his shaft, cleaning it.  He
pulled out and she tongued the last little drop from the end.  "A fine job
Slave!"  He lean over and kissed her.  "Well, let's see what else is in this
bag."  He picked it up and dumped it's contents on the floor.  He selected a pair
of clothes pins from the pile, and checked the springs - they had been weakened,
perfect.  He took a piece of string from the bag and ran it through the center of
the springs, but didn't tie it.  He attached them to her nipples, and pulled the
string tight enough that it bent her nipples toward each other.  She shifted her
position slightly, and closed her eyes, a soft sound came from her throat, almost
like a cat purring.  He continued searching through the pile on the floor.
"Master?" "Yes Slave?" "There are more things in the drawer, here and there." He
went to the drawer and began digging through it.  Discovering a slim shaft, no
more than 3/4 inch wide, with a cord running out of it, gave him an idea.  She
could not see him from where she was, and so didn't see what he was digging out. 
He looked for some KY or something.  Shit, there wasn't any here.  He stood up
careful to conceal what he was holding from her, and left the room headed for the
bathroom.  Digging through the closet he found what he sought, a tube of lube. 
He returned to the bedroom, laying the things on the floor.  He mounted the bed,
lube in hand. "There is no need for that, Master, I am quite wet already." "Oh
yes there is! Now be quiet."  He reached into her.  Indeed, she was very wet. 
But for where that vibe was going, she'd need some lube. Heh, Heh. He applied
some to his fingers. He leaned forward, kissing her, and reached below to her
anus.  She wasn't quite aware of what was going on until his finger found her
rectum, and began working the lubricant into it.  He squeezed out some more lube,
and worked it in too. "I've never.., uhh, ..," she trailed off, unsure of wether
she should call safeword, or just let things go.  She had never played with her
behind before, but his slippery fingers felt kinda good back there; she wasn't
sure, but she might even enjoy this. "I'm going to stuff this little vibrator
into your ass, Slave," he stated. "Have you ever had anything in there before,
Slave?" "No," she mumbled. "Well then, try to relax.  You will like this.
Understood?" "Yes." He picked up the vibrator, and lubed it heavily.  He reached
beneath her, rubbing her ass with his hand.  He continued to rub and massage her
rectum until she began to relax it.  Taking the vibrator in hand he pushed the
tip up against her anus.  Slowly he slipped it inside, all the way up to the
cord. "Uhhh, Uhhh, Uhhh, Ahh, Ohh, Uhh" The vibe was now fully inside her anus.
"How does that feel Slave?" "Uhh, tight, Uhh, well full." "Are you in pain?"
"No." He started to rub her breasts again, and to kiss her lips.  As he felt her
get a little more excited, he turned the vibe on low.  She moaned she could feel
the vibrations inside her, it was different from anything she had ever felt
before.  Slowly he increased the speed. His member was now fully recovered, and
he eased himself into her.  She moaned again.  He began to stroke in and out,
slowly.  He felt her muscles around him, squeezing, pulling milking his sex.  He
increased the vibe`s speed, and his own.  Her pulse was pounding, her face
flushed red.  He thrust more and more powerfully, her legs strained at the cuffs,
her body convulsing.  They came explosively, at just the same instant. He kinda
half collapsed beside her, holding her tightly in his arms.  When he regained his
breath, he leaned over and kissed her. "That was very good. I think you really
enjoyed it too." "Incredible.  I've never felt anything like it.  Could you let
me loose? I've gotta go to the bathroom." "Ok," He let her loose, and she
disappeared down the hall.  What a night. Never in his wildest dreams would he
have expected it to come out like this. "I don't think this little hick town will
ever seem boring again," he mused. "Guess I'll have to come home more often."