Too Shy 


Ambrose awoke feeling...restrained. There was a crick in his neck and he 
tried rolling his shoulders to relieve the pain. Unfortunately, his arms 
were cuffed in manacles attached to chains which looped under his bed to 
connect to each other.He tried to speak. The ballgag buckled to his face 
prevented that as well. He peeked out at his surroundings, wondering where 
the hell he was. The room was stark in furnishings. The bed he lay on and an 
end table were the only pieces he could see. The room had two doors, which 
led to where he could only guess. The one to his left opened.

"Morning," a woman stated. She carried a breakfast tray. "I thought you'd be 
hungry. I hope you like it, not that it matters. It's all you're getting to 
eat anyway." She set the tray onto the end table and began unfastening his 
gag. He groaned in relief as the rubber insert slipped out. "Sorry you had 
that in all night," she apologized and started massaging his jaw. He wanted 
to ask questions, but his voice came out in barely a whisper. "Shhh. Don't 
talk yet. Here, drink some coffee." She reached over his head, her upper 
body brushing against his face, and pressed a button. The bed lifted him 
into a semi-sitting position.

She held a steaming mug to his lips and he tipped it for a sip. The coffee 
was hot but felt nice streaming along his parched throat. "Who are you?" he 
rustily asked. "And where the hell am I?"

"I'm Eliza and you're in a safe place." Eliza sighed. "I suppose this is 
where I should go into my villianess rant, except I don't think of myself as 
a villianess." Ambrose stared at his captor and watched her face grow 
flushed. "Alright. There's nothing weird involved. I just want you."

"I'm chained to a bed. That's not weird?"

Another sip of coffee. "Like you never played sex games with your 
girlfriend?" Eliza retorted calmly. "Not that I watched or anything. I'm not 
into watching you. Have sex, I mean. With other girls." She rested her chin 
in her hand. "That didn't come out right. What I meant was I like watching 
*you* do stuff, but not sexual stuff with other girls. Oatmeal?"

He opened his mouth to accept the spoonful and thought as he chewed. "I know 
you, I think. I've seen you around places."

"Probably."

She fed him most of the meal before he piped up again. "Am I going to be 
your sex slave?"

"Yes. No. Um, well, maybe. If you wanted to. I mean, I'm not planning on 
forcing you to do stuff. I just, well, uh," she answered quickly, garbling 
the last few words.

"What was that?"

"wntchutobemybyfrn." Ambrose blinked, waiting. "I want you to be my 
boyfriend. There! I said it!" Eliza jumped off the bed and stood away. "Be 
nice now. I have low self-esteem, dammit."

He burst out laughing. "If this," he motioned to his chains. "Is low 
self-esteem, I'd hate to be around when you're confident." She merely stared 
at his naked body, so he stared right back. Her hair hung around her face 
like a honey brown shield. The baggy clothes she wore only hinted at her 
femininity.

"Stop staring at me," she muttered and tucked hair behind both ears.

"You first," he replied.

"Fine." She lowered the bed, then pulled something from her pocket. "I 
thought you might be a gentleman. Remember, you asked for this." He figured 
out is was a sleep mask at the last minute as she slipped it around his 
face. The mattress shifted and he felt her weight sink onto his thighs. Her 
hands stroked his chest lightly and fingertips played in his blond chest 
hairs. The heat between her legs warmed his cock. It stiffened under the 
warmth and he felt her shift against it. "Do you like it?" she asked in a 
breathless, little whisper.

"Uh, yeah," he answered. "Can't you feel me getting hard?"

Her lips brushed his throat, then his cheek. "Oh, I know your cock likes 
it." She deliberately squirmed in his lap and his penis jerked. "What I 
meant was do you like it? Up here." Her mouth touched his forehead.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Eliza? Yes, I like it." He decided to take a 
chance and really enjoy himself. "I'd like it alot more if you were naked, 
too."

She drew away in surprise. "Really?"

Hesitently, he said, "Well, I want the chains off, too, but I figured that 
was asking for too much. My promise to behave wouldn't mean much."

"The best slaves don't need chains." Ambrose groaned at her husky response 
and she took the opportunity to kiss his mouth thoroughly. Her tongue teased 
and stroked his, luring it into the heat of her body. He followed eagerly 
and fought his restraints to caress her body. He could just cup her knees 
with his fingers. They kissed for a long time, their bodies rubbing together 
sensually until Eliza broke away. "God, I love you," she breathed. "You're 
so perfect." She slid her knees down his legs and wrapped a hand around his 
erection. The heat branded her palm as she caressed it."You'll cum for me, 
won't you?"

She slowly pumped her fist along his length, unable to take her eyes off 
him. His cock jutted straight up from his groin about eight inches. It felt 
like velvet-wrapped steel as she stroked up and down. She watched it deepen 
in color and pondered taking the tip into her mouth. Yes, it was all right 
to taste him. This would be her first cock sucking; the beginning of losing 
herself to the man she'd loved forever. Her lips parted and her fingers 
guided the thick member inside.

He gasped. His hips jerked upward, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth. 
She gagged at the sudden intrusion and pulled away immediately. "Sorry, 
please, please," he begged and grappled the sheet in his fists. She licked 
his head and flickered along the underside. Her teeth hooked around the 
ridge as she returned him into her mouth and sucked. The first shot hit her 
tongue. She yanked him out of her and shut her eyes as he came in her face. 
Grimacing, she decided semen was icky and fought not to puke all over his 
lap.

"Bleech," Eliza grunted and hurried to the ajoining bathroom to clean up. In 
the mirror, she gazed at the white goo stuck in her bangs and dripping down 
one cheek. She wetted a cloth and wiped her face. Her image was pale with 
bright eyes. "I have to face him or I won't stand a chance of winning." She 
gathered materials needed to bath Ambrose and carried them back into the 
bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, then removed his mask. "I thought 
you might like to get cleaned up. That's quite a mess you made."

He blinked at his returned sight, the brightness blinding him less and less. 
He was wiped down with a warm cloth which felt fantastic on his balls and 
cock. He stirred to life at her touch. She flinched and moved away from his 
crotch. "Sorry," he apologized. "You don't have to do this, you know. If you 
unchain me, I'll clean myself."

"You'd run," she shot back. The sight of him fully hard again brought red to 
her face. "B-besides, I-I'm not done having my way with you yet."

"You didn't expect me to be calm about this, did you?" he asked and saw the 
shocked look in her eyes. "Thought I'd scream and rave and badger you until 
you cried, right?"

"Uh-huh." Pause. "Why didn't you?"

He rolled his eyes, but softened the look with a crooked smile. "The worst 
you've done is kept me chained to a bed all night," he explained. "You 
haven't beaten me or made me do anything really gross like eat your shit. 
You brought me breakfast and masturbated me to a damned good orgasm in a 
short amount of time." He saw her face get redder with embarrassment, but 
she didn't turn away or stalk out of the room. "Men are simple creatures. 
Most of the time, our dicks do the thinking. My dick thinks being tied down 
is okay as long as you play with him."

"I never intended to do more than a little bondage and spanking and having 
sex with you. Who wanted you to eat their shit?" she asked shyly.

"Nobody," he replied, feeling his own embarrassment creeping to the fore. 
"Some people are into weird shit," He shook the chains. "Weirder than this." 
He watched at his words settled into her brain. She took her time thinking 
about he said, washing his stomach with the cloth.

"I'll let you go, Ambrose," she sighed, her voice laced with defeat. "It 
never would've worked anyway. My folks are returning on Monday and, of 
course, they would've noticed me disappearing up here for hours and hours. 
Not to mention your job. You can only be sick for so long before some schmoe 
from human resources decides to call that fucking emergency number you wrote 
down on your application." He began to laugh; a nice gut grabber that didn't 
seem to want to end anytime soon. "Stop that. Don't laugh at me."

He merely shrugged and tried to contain himself to a chortle. It didn't last 
long. Eliza shook her head and returned the used cloths to the bathroom. 
After a minute or two, he calmed down sufficiently to wonder what was 
keeping her. "Eliza?" he called, lifting his head to check out the door. 
"Are you okay?"

"Are you done laughing at me?" she called back through the closed door.

Groan. "I wasn't laughing at *you*. I was laughing at the whole situation. 
And the fact that you didn't mention lying to my girlfriend."

"She's a slut who doesn't deserve you."

"That doesn't mean she wouldn't notice I was gone."

The door flung open. "Well, she didn't worry too much when you didn't come 
home last night." Eliza struck a thoughtful pose. "Or maybe she did and 
figured fucking Carter would ease her pain." She drew a keychain from her 
pocket and knelt down at his feet, unlocking the manacles around his ankles. 
Moving to his left wrist, she unlocked that one and tossed the key on his 
belly. "Since you're so concerned, you might want to run right over there 
and make sure she's not upset anymore. Your clothes are in a bag under the 
bed." With that said, she left him alone.