The Present

It was a rainy Friday evening and I was in the process of setting up my furniture in my new apartment. I had gone out for half an hour to get a quick dinner. Imagine my surprise when I returned and found a lovely girl sitting on the edge of my unmade bed, her arms tied behind her and her legs bound together at the ankles and knees.

"Whoa, where did you come from?" I exclaimed.

She did not answer, but just looked at me expectantly. There was no indication that she was in distress or pain, so I felt no need to rush to her aid. In fact she was well groomed and made up, almost like she was being posed for a photograph. Her luxurious dark hair flowed over her shoulders, framing a pretty face enhanced with bright red lipstick and heavy eye liner. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that was tucked securely into an equally tight short beige skirt that had ridden half way up her thighs.

Her legs were bare, and even though she was not wearing shoes she positioned her toes on the floor like she had on high heels. The effect was to tighten her leg muscles to show them to the best advantage, which was very good indeed. And the way her arms had been tied behind her forced her chest forward and outlined her sizable breasts in the snug blouse. Whoever had tied her had known what they were doing

My guess was that she was about thirty years old, and her dark hair and complexion indicated that she was a Latina. I love the look of young Latin women, with their sultry eyes and their lush bodies invariably displayed in tight fitting clothes, and this girl was no exception.

All of this I took in as I waited for her to say something. But all she did was to take a deep breath and continue to look back at me. Finally I noticed a small white enveloped pinned to her skirt with the words "read me" printed on it.

"Ah," I said. "I see you have come with instructions. Maybe this will explain the mystery."

I removed the envelope and opened it. Inside was a hand-written note:

Dear Frank,

You were so nice to take over my lease on this apartment that I wanted to leave you a present. I used my key after you went out to leave you this token of my appreciation. Her name is Celia, and she is yours for the weekend. She is willing, but untrained, and I have told her that she can trust you to break her in properly and not hurt her (too much). Her safe word is 'uncle'. Have fun.

Love and kisses,

Elizabeth

My skin literally tingled as I read the note. Elizabeth was a bi-sexual friend that I enjoyed playing with from time to time, and I knew she was into the BDSM scene. She had decided to move in with her boyfriend at the same time I was looking for a bigger apartment. Her rent was more than I had wanted to pay, but she talked me into it. Now it appeared she was paying me back.

I looked up at Celia. Her eyes told me that she knew what was in the note. She was apprehensive, but also excited at being placed under the control of a stranger. I decided to play my role to the hilt.

Pulling up a chair I sat down in front of her. "Well Celia, you have been given to me for the weekend as a present. You are going to learn to obey me without hesitation. From this moment you will address me as 'sir', and I only want to hear 'yes sir'. Do you understand?"

She licked her lips and breathed deeply. "Yes sir."

"Very good. How old are you Celia?"

"Sir, I am twenty nine."

"Do you have a husband or boy friend?"

"Not at the moment sir, no one special."

"Have you been tied up before?"

"Yes sir. Elizabeth has tied me up a few times. But this is the first time with a man."

"I see. You prefer women?"

"No sir. I like both men and women. It's just that a man has never tied me up. Elizabeth said I would like it and that you would be a good man to show me. I was unsure, but she insisted."

"Do you always do what Elizabeth tells you?"

"Yes sir. If I don't she spanks me."

My cock had been slowly growing as I questioned her. Now it jumped to full attention. I leaned forward and ran a finger tip along the top of her exposed thigh, nudging the skirt higher.

"Do you like being spanked, Celia?"

Her eyes widened and she twisted slightly on the bed. "Sometimes," she said. "I like it afterwards."

"Does Elizabeth ever use a whip or strap on you?"

She hesitated. "Yes sir, she has a little whip she calls a quirt. It really stings."

At that moment I wished I had some BDSM toys to use on her, but alas I had to make do with what was available. I stood up and slowly removed my wide leather belt. When I doubled it back on itself it turned into a short wicked-looking strap. I slapped it resoundingly against my palm and spoke to her in a stern voice.

"This will sting worse than Elizabeth's sissy little quirt, and I will not hesitate to use it on all parts of your body if you disobey."

She shuddered. "I understand sir. I will obey you."

I sat back down and deliberately pushed her skirt up to expose her panties. She gave a little gasp but remained still. I then used my right index finger to begin lightly probing her pussy through the silky fabric. I wanted to let her know I could touch her anywhere I wanted.

"Ahh.." She let out a little moan and closed her eyes. I could feel her heat and wetness on my finger.

"Well you are a hot little thing," I teased. "Let's see what these big bulges under your blouse are made of."

Moving my chair up closer I used the tips of my fingers on both hands to trace the contours of her tits. I was glad to find that they were real and very firm. My hands moved in a synchronous circular motion around both breasts, carefully avoiding the nipples, which to my delight were growing rigid and dimpling her blouse.

I completed my preliminary exploration by putting my hands under each tit and pretending to weigh it. "It must be tiring carrying these monsters around all day," I said. "What size are they?"

At first she did not answer, as if this were too personal a question. It was an act of defiance that I had to deal with immediately. My fingers closed on her nipples, steadily increasing the pressure.

"I asked you a question."

"Okay. . okay... I'm sorry sir. They are 35C, not really that big."

I released her nipples and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Umm, maybe they just look big because this blouse is so tight. Let's see.."

The last button popped open and I pulled her shirt tails up and out from under her skirt. Like a mother arranging a veil on a bride I swept the blouse back and over her shoulders. Her breasts seemed to explode out and up, now restrained only by a lacey white half bra that cupped her at midpoint, just above her nipples. The deep valley between the mounds of soft flesh invited exploration, and my hand obliged by sliding into her cleavage and pressing against the soft walls.

"Nice, even if they are only 35C", I said. "It's the shape and sensitivity that matters." I pressed the back of my hand against her left tit and looked into her eyes. "Tell me, are your tits very sensitive."

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, they are sensitive."

"Do you have puffy nipples?" I wanted to humiliate her by making her describe her body to me.

"I don't know what you mean by puffy...sir," she said.

"I mean large areolas with thick long nipples, shaped like a well-liked ice cream cone with a cherry on top."

"Oh I don't know sir."

"Well, I guess I will just have to see for myself." I didn't bother trying to reach the bra clasp at her back, but simply pulled the cups down so that her tits sprang free. She had been too modest. Her nipples were the puffiest ones I had seen in a long time. I couldn't wait to get them in my mouth and test her sensitivity.

It is hard to describe how vulnerable and sexy she looked, sitting there completely helpless with her arms pulled and tied behind her and her legs bound so that she could barely move. Her tits were exposed to whatever I wanted to do to them, and her skirt was up over her panties, leaving her pussy outlined for my perusal.

I was still sitting on the chair in front of her. "Stand up so I can suck on your tits," I ordered.

She scooted her ass to the edge of the bed and managed to stand on her bound together feet. I helped her maintain her balance by grabbing her ass and pulling her toward me. Her tits were now at the level of my mouth and I wasted no time in sampling their texture. Her nipples seemed to grow even longer as I sucked and nibbled, moving from one to the other, treating them like Spanish olive with delicious red centers.

"Ohh godddd....." she moaned.

I loved the feeling of power that I had over her, not only because she was bound for my pleasure, but because I knew I could bring her to the boiling point and then deny her release . To heat her up more I began to lightly massage her pussy through her panties as I sucked on her tits. Her hips began to twist and push back against my hand, as strange noises came from her throat. I waited until her moans became a constant drone, and then stopped.

"These saucy tits of yours need to be punished for the way they stick out and entice men on the street," I said as I pulled back and looked at the wet and swollen nipples inches from my face. "Get down on your knees."

My command was reinforced by grabbing a handful of her abundant black hair and jerking her downward. I bent her head back as she fell on her knees in front of my chair. With my other hand I picked up my belt from the floor and grasped it near the end so I could use the leather tip as a tit whip. By leaning over I could flick the leather flat against a breast, or hit it a glancing blow that mostly stung the nipple. I took aim, pulled hard on her hair, and let fly with the belt.

"Auaggwwww.." she cried, surprised by the sharp sting. Again and again I lashed her, while she squirmed and twisted helplessly.

"You little slut," I said, baiting her. "You like to tease men, don't you? DON"T YOU?"

"Godddd... that stings so.. Please stop... please....."

"When I'm good and ready. Now tell me how you use these naughty tits to tease."

"OHHHH... please...... okay.... okay.... You're right. I wear tight tops and like it when men look at my tits."

"What about women? Do you tease them too?"

"Yesss... damn it... you know I do... Elizabeth loves my tits..."

"Does she ever whip them like this?"

"AWWWW.... no... never this hard..."

"What does she do to you?"

"Usually she makes me kneel in front of her and lick her pussy while she uses her quirt on my ass."

"That sounds like a good idea, only I am going to give you something else to lick instead. Do you know how to give a good blow job?"

"Yes, but not while tied up like this."

"You can do it. But first let's get rid of this skirt. Now stand up."

I helped her struggle to her feet with one hand in her hair and the other pulling up on the bra that was still cinched under her exposed tits. To remove her skirt I pulled down the zipper in the back and then worked it down over her hips and ass. When it was bunched around her bound ankles I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted it her up and shook her until it dropped off.

"There, that's better," I said. "Those are very sexy bikini panties and I think I will leave them on, at least for now. But you would look even better in some high heels."

As I said this I saw her eyes dart over to a corner of the room, and there sure enough were a pair of spike high heels. Elizabeth must have tossed them there when she was tying Celia's ankles.

"Well, what do you know? We do have some high heels. Sit on the bed so I can put them on you."

In spite of the fact that her ankles were bound tightly together, I was able to slip the shoes on her bare feet. I pulled her again into a standing position and stood back to admire the effect. In my opinion women look much sexier when they have on some clothes, and Celia was no exception. Her body personified the word 'voluptuous', with her big tits, wide hips, and round ass, all set off by a waist that curved in like the inside of a water slide.

I stood back and walked around her, admiring her body from all angles. She was remarkably composed and seemed to like the way I was studying her. Finally, unable to resist I slid my hand down inside the front of her panties to feel her mossy nest, which was as expected wet and hot. My hand caressed her lightly before slithering around her hip to cup her ass under the panties.

"Ohhhh..'" she moaned and shifted her weight from side to side as much her bindings would allow. She was obviously craving more stimulation, but I was determined not to let her off that easy. I wanted to torment her, break her down and make her beg. She was after all my present.

Her sense of balance must have been very good, because she was able to stand upright in those high heels with her legs squeezed together and her shoulders forced back. A strong breeze would have blown her over, but fortunately there was no wind in my apartment. As I looked at her helpless body with all that flesh on display I felt the need to find something to use on her beside my belt, something that could be carefully aimed and test her ability to maintain that composure.

In a corner of the room was a big pile of stuff I had brought from my old apartment. Sticking out near the top was just the thing—a light weight metal curtain rod, the type that telescopes to fit different sized windows. I pulled at it, and the rod came apart, leaving me with a flexible metal tube that made a perfect whipping cane.

I knew from past experiences that for most submissive women the threat of pain was more erotic than actually experiencing it. It was the feeling of helplessness and loss of control that was the real turn on, and being threatened with pain gave them an excuse to give up resisting. A few swishes in the air with my new device had the desired effect on Celia. She sucked in her breath and for the first time looked fearful.

"Imagine how this is going to feel on your nice round ass," I said as I dragged the tip of the rod down her body, tracing the curve of her breasts and hips. "I think you need a taste to show you what will happen if you fail to please me."

Returning to my pile of household goods I extracted a couple of colorful throw pillows. I placed both of them in a line a few feet apart directly in front of her. Then looking into her wide open eyes I wrapped my left hand in her glorious hair, while in my right hand I burnished the menacing metal rod.

"Kneel on the pillow," I commanded, reinforcing my order with a downward pull on her hair. She collapsed her legs and dropped her knees on the first pillow. I continued pulling downward until her face turned to the side and lay on the second pillow. Her ass was now thrust upward, and with her legs tied together and her arms bound behind her, there was no way she could rise from that position.

Her ass was stretched tight and threatened to burst the seams on her bikini panties. It was a very erotic picture, and my cock was pressing hard against my pants. I needed to feel her lips on it soon. But first I wanted to take advantage of her situation. Putting down the rod, I began to ease her panties up over the bulge of her ass and then down her thighs.

"Now let's see what we have here. My, my, your skin is tight as drum. I think I'll just run my fingers over it like this...."

"Ohh..."

"Umm. Your legs are tied so tightly together I can barely get my finger in here...."

"Godddd....." She was starting to squirm.

The narrow groove at the top of her thighs was wet with her juices and seemed to suck at my finger. I teased her pussy lips for a few seconds and then drew my finger back up through the crack in her ass until it rested on her hole. Not surprisingly it was pulled open by the tension on her muscles. She knew that my slippery finger could easily penetrate her.

"Ohhh... noooo... please not there... "

I laughed. "Me thinks thou dost protest too much." Slowly but steadily I pushed my finger up into her ass, not stopping until it was buried up to my knuckles.

"Arrgghhhhhh....." Her hips were really twisting and squirming now. I had her pinned in place and shook my hand to agitate her more. She was panting into the pillow under her face like a dog just back from a run.

"You like this don't you Celia," I teased. "You like my finger up your ass."

"Yes... I mean nooo... goddddd.... Ohhhh...."

With my other hand I reached for the rod. It would be interesting to spank her while I held her with my finger. I would have to be careful not to hit myself, but the fleshy part of her lower ass and upper thighs made a safe and tempting target.

Whap.... whappp... whappp..

"AhhhhHHHHH......." Her ass muscles clamped on my finger as she tried to move out of the way of the rod. If I had not had her skewered she would have rolled over onto her side, but as it was she could not escape the stinging blows.

Whappp... whap... WHAP...

When I heard her start to sob I decided that was enough for now. I wanted her in control enough to do a good job on my cock and balls.

"There.. there.." I said as I withdrew my finger. "That was just enough to show you the importance of being obedient. Now let's get you back on your knees so you can use those big lips to please your master."

Kneeling in front of her, I pulled her panties back up and helped her right herself until she was back on her knees with her face level with mine. Her eyes were hot in spite of the wetness from the little tears. She looked so sexy and vulnerable that I couldn't help leaning in and putting my lips on hers. Hungrily she kissed me back, opening her mouth and seeking out my tongue. I felt pleased that so far I had brought her along just right. She was on the crest of the wave of her lust, ready to do my bidding.

Reluctantly withdrawing from her soft, wet lips I stood and began to remove my clothes. First came the shirt. All those hours of working with weights paid off in moments like this when I could see the admiration in a woman's eyes as she looked at the muscles in my upper body. Celia knelt with her back straight and looked at me up and down as I stripped for her.

The last item to come off was my boxer shorts, and I made sure I was standing close to her when I shrugged them down to the floor. My cock was stiff and hard and bounced upward only inches from her face. She let out a little gasp but did not pull back.

"Use only your tongue and lips until I give you permission to put it in your mouth."

"Yes sir," she replied as she leaned forward.

It is an interesting fact that a person's lips are one of the four areas of the body that contain the most nerve endings, the others being the finger tips, the genitalia, and the feet. Maybe that's why oral sex is so popular. In any case, Celia seemed to genuinely enjoy exploring my cock with her lips and tongue.

She began by licking the under side, bottom to top, three or four times. Next she reached lower to lick my swollen balls. Somehow she managed to get her tongue clear under almost to my ass hole. I helped her maintain her balance with a light hold on her lush hair. It was exquisite and I let her know by purring like a happy tomcat.

At this point my cock was so hard it was bobbing up and down. Precum was leaking profusely from the end. She pulled back and looked up at me with a knowing smile. Then those big moist lips descended on the tip and began a light kissing motion. It was too much; I felt a tingling in my balls and knew I had to cum. I clamped down on the hair in my hands and pulled her mouth over my cock.

"Suck it.. suck it good," I gasped as I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She did as she was told and in a few seconds her mouth was filled with white fluid. I let her breathe but kept my cock in her mouth so she could keep licking and sucking as wave after wave of sensation swept over me. Some orgasms are better than others, and this one was one of the really intense ones.