All Tied Up Part 3 By Cincinnatus (Leo_and_Beth@linuxmail.org) Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved. Story Codes MF Oral LightBd We worked out how the details that afternoon over the course of an hour or so, Rebecca providing sodas and chips while we talked. Then she took me home so I could do homework; such is the life of a college student. When to do it was the most difficult part to iron out. My schedule was the most flexible; the trick was in finding a time when both Emily and Rebecca didn't have work, and then getting Emily to agree to try it for real-I still only gave her a fifty-fifty chance. It worked out that the 'event' could happen the next Saturday: Rebecca had off, which was not usual. I asked Emily late on Wednesday what she was doing that Saturday. "I think me and Dora and couple other of the girls are gonna to try out that new club, try and see if my fake ID'll work. Spend the night getting drunk and dancing. Don't worry, I'll let you study, then come over tipsy and horny." "And if your ID doesn't work?" "We'll hit the 18 and over club, so I'll just come horny; not tipsy." She giggled at that, and then we stopped talking, because she switched from giving me a hand job to giving me a blow job. Later that night, as I was taking her from behind in the bed, I slowed down my strokes and leaned down so I could whisper in her ear. "I think you should blow off Dora and the lot on Saturday," I breathed into her ear, as I slowly rocked my cock inside her pussy. "Why?" she asked. She ground her ass against my thrusts, but she seemed a little taken aback by the timing of my request. "You want to blow off your homework to fuck?" She pronounced the 'k' sharply, giving a lunge back against my erection at the same time. "Of a sort." I paused then, giving her a few strokes, and then breathed even softer, "I've got some rope, and a willing," I paused, sliding my cock almost the whole way out, until just the head was poking at her entrance. I slowly slid it all the way back into her, as I said, "stranger ready for the night." "Really?" she breathed. I could feel her contract around me. "Yes." We rocked some more, picking up a bit of speed. I asked her finally, "You really want to do it?" "Yes!" she breathed back, and then started to fuck back in earnest. "Now imagine what you're going to do while you fuck me!" I did, and filled her with my come in no time. ----- Emily had early class the next day, and I didn't, so I was able to call Rebecca in the morning before she went to work. I told her that Emily was still agreeing, and that we were on for Saturday night. We finalized our plans some more; talked about logistics. Getting Rebecca into the house quickly was going to be difficult, and we really didn't get it worked out, but we made plans to talk about it again. Rebecca said she would stop by Friday night while Rebecca was at work. Thursday night, I got Emily to agree to eight o'clock. She would show up then, not before, and I would have the apartment ready for the big event. When Rebecca came by on Friday, she brought a package in a brown grocery sack. It turned out to be an "Under the Bed Restraint System." A set of fabric cuffs and tethers, made to tie someone to a mattress. I asked her were she got it. "A single, lonely girl knows where to find these things," she told me with a smile. We spent some time trying to find someplace in the apartment for her to hide while I prepared Emily, but couldn't come up with anything. She's the one that came up with the final plan for getting her in the apartment. It was almost military in its simplicity; Rebecca impressed me with the cleverness of it. ----- Saturday seemed to drag on, the clock reluctant to give up the minutes before 8 pm. I was feeling a little bit of anxiety, not really knowing what to expect. I had just set up a sexual escapade involving two women and an underbed restraint system: actual bondage. I forced myself to eat, know that I should probably have my strength for the night, even though my stomach really didn't want anything to do with food. As the day wore on, I found myself re-examining my relationship with Rebecca. She was one of the few people I really could say that I could have a good time with; someone I could relax around and confide things with: an actual friend. As I sat and contemplated that, I realized that our sexual relationship had made us boyfriend and girlfriend in all but name. It made me wonder why we had drifted apart. I remembered that near the beginning of the school year, Rebecca had seemed more distant when we were together. She had blamed it on stress at work, saying the restaurant was understaffed. When school had started back up, and I stopped working at the coffee shop, it had been more difficult than ever to get her to spend time with me. It wasn't that we had scheduling conflicts; it just took effort to get her to agree to meet, not just for sex but for anything else. After a while, I guess I had decided that I didn't need that stress on top of the stress of school, so stopped trying. She didn't complain, and Emily came around, so I just let it go. I tried working on school work, to distract me, and had some moderate success. Eventual, Emily rang the bell at a couple of minutes after eight, and the show was on. At that point, adrenaline took over, and I mostly forgot about my ponderings. ----- On the way to let Emily in, I glanced off the porch, to make sure Rebecca's car was in the lot. It was, and I could see the light from the radio, so I knew Rebecca was in it. I checked to peep hole to confirm it was Emily, and mumbled through the door to give me a minute, then went back to the porch. I picked up a flashlight I had stashed there, and flashed it at Rebecca's car twice. I saw the headlights click on, then off. Rebecca had confirmed that she had seen my signal. I went back to the front door, leaving the light on the porch, and let her in. "Hi" she said as I opened the door. "Hi" I responded. My throat was dry. She looked as nervous as I felt. She was dressed in her normal street clothes. Semi-tight blue jeans, and a coat to keep out the November chill. I made a motion to take her coat, and she shucked it to reveal a plain off white tee shirt. I hadn't really expected her to get dressed up for the event. We stood there in the living room there for an awkward moment, and then she spoke up, "Well, how do we get this started?" I led her into the bed room, which I had prepared. The bed was bare except for the fitted sheet. I had turned up the thermostat, and added a space heater, so that the room was uncomfortably warm if you had clothes on. The restraints were tucked away from view; all that was visible on the bed was a plain black blindfold. "You should get undressed," I told her. "And we have one small detail to set before we get you ready." "What's that?" she asked as she slipped her shirt over her head. "You need to pick a safeword." She stopped in the middle of removing her bra to look at me. "A safeword? What the fuck, Jacob." I raised my hands and replied quickly, "It's anything major, just that anytime someone gets tied up or something, there needs to be way for them to stop and get let go." "Why would they need a 'safeword' for that?" she asked as she resumed disrobing. "Can't they just say, let me go, or stop?" "For some people, being forced is part is part of the appeal, so they say no, but that doesn't really mean a true no, if you know what I mean. At least that's the gist of what the paper in the box for the straps say." "What straps, and I thought you hadn't done this before." She was working on her jeans now, gooseflesh covering her arms and pert breasts, despite the warmth in the room. "I haven't, and you can't see the straps. But I want you to have a word or phase, that's not very likely to come up during any kind of kinky sex that means you really want to stop and be let go, for whatever reason." "So if I use 'double with cheese' as my 'safeword'." She used finger quotes around "safeword", which was kind of comical with her standing there in panties and socks. "And I say, 'double with cheese' while I'm tied up and you're doing whatever with miss mystery?" "We stop and let you go, as fast as we can." "That actually makes sense." With that, she tossed the last of her clothes on the pile in the corner, and stood before me naked, and visibly nervous. "Double with cheese it is. Now what?" I grabbed the blindfold, and walked behind her to put it on. It was a well made one, designed for function more than anything else, and it did an excellent job. The lighting in the room was set low to maximize the effect. I led Emily, now blind, to lay down on the center of the bed. I pulled the straps out from where they were tucked away, and then grabbed her right arm and pulled it toward the corner of the bed where I slipped the soft fabric cuff around her wrist and clipped it in place. I did the same with her left arm, taking my time, then grabbed first one, then the other leg and pulling them toward their respective corners. After all four of her limbs were cuffed, I walked around the bed a couple of times, slowly cinching the straps down, until she was evenly secured on the bed spread eagled. When I was done, I sat there for a moment and surveyed my handiwork. Emily's belly button was situated at the center of the bed, her limbs stretched out towards the corners. Where her legs were pulled apart, her shaved slit winked at me, the puffy inner lips glistening with her excitement. I reached forward, and drew finger up and down her pussy, feeling the moisture there. "Does this excite you?" I asked her. "Maybe a little," she said softly. "Good." I said, and then I stood up and walked out of the room.