I wasn’t kidding when I told him I was all tied up!


One morning, I found myself tied up in bed.  My arms and legs were spread and my hands and feet were bound tightly and tied to the bedposts.  Why I was tied up this way in the first place is a long story, but let’s just say that I recommend you not laugh at your lover’s efforts until AFTER he’s untied you.  

Before he left in a huff, my lover, Dylan told me that I needed to be taught a lesson and that I can just lie there tied up for a while thinking about how much I had hurt his feelings.

“Wait! When are you coming back?”  I said, tugging at my bindings.  

“In a couple of hours.”  he said.  

“I might have to pee before then.”  I said calmly.  

“Pee in your bed then.  That’ll teach you a lesson.”   He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Of course, I didn’t have to pee until I thought about it.  Then, suddenly the urge hit me.  I tugged at the bindings again but he did a pretty good job securing me.  Damn it, I thought, mad at myself for hurting his feelings while I was tied up.  My bladder started to really feel full now and I started to squirm.

That’s when I heard a large truck pull up and I heard the quick footsteps approaching.  Someone rang the bell and shouted “UPS!”

“YES!” I yelled.  “UPS guy can you hear me?”  I had to shout from down the hall but I knew that my windows were open.

“Uh… yeah…” he replied.  “Do you want me to leave the package on the stoop?”

“NO!!!! I need you to come in!  The back door is open.  Please come inside quickly and come to the front bedroom.  I’m tied up and I need help!”

I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “Am I being punked?”

“No, damnit! You’re not being punked.  Please just come in through the back and find me!”

I heard him walk around the back and open the back door.  I shouted so that he could find me and then suddenly, there he was in the doorway.  

“Oh, damn.  You really ARE tied up.  You weren’t kidding.  Do you need me to call the police?” he started to take his cell phone out of his pocket.  

“No, my boyfriend did this.  He left me here because I laughed at his strip tease… “

He scrunched up his face.  “A strip tease, huh?”

“Yeah.  It was pretty ridiculous.  I couldn’t help it. I laughed at him and he stormed out of here to teach me a lesson.”

I saw the UPS guy looking at me with his head tilted as if he was concentrating.  “Uh, did he say he’d be back?”

“Yeah but probably not for hours.  Will you untie me, please?” I said.

“Sabrina.”  he smiled.  “I knew it was you.  Your voice sounded familiar and now I see that it really is you.  How about that?”

I stared at him.  “I’m sorry but what the fuck are you talking about?”  I asked.

“You’re Sabrina.  I’m Donald.  I’m your client.”  he said.  When I still had the puzzled look on my face, he brought his hand up to his face in the classic phone gesture.  

“We did phone sex last week.  It was really hot.  You made me cum so hard.  No kidding.  It shot up like a foot in the air.” he said.

“Well shit.” I said.  “I wonder what the odds of this happening are? One in six billion, maybe?”

He laughed.  “You are my very favorite operator.”  he sat on the bed.  “I never call anyone else.”

“Sure.  That’s what they all say…” I teased.

“No, it’s true.  You do everything for me.  You’re great.  I think about you all the time and I always get really upset when I see that you’re busy on a call.  A little jealous, even.”  

“Awww. really?  Wow, you’re so sweet.”  I squirmed around a little more.  “But, can you please untie me?”

He stood up.  “This is like the ultimate ROLE PLAY, Sabrina!  This is awesome.  I walk in and see you tied up, recognize you and now you’re at my mercy!  It couldn’t be more perfect!”

I had to agree.  It was pretty out there.  

“Please, don’t fuck me.”  I begged.  “I promise you I’ll pay you whatever amount of money you want!  Please!”  my voice broke a little.

He rushed over and began to untie one hand.  “I’m sorry, Sabrina.  I don’t know what came over me. I’ll untie you.”

“Donald.” I said in my regular voice. “It’s a role play, remember?”

He smiled, then his face got serious.  “Oh yes I am going to fuck you, slut.  And there’s not a thing you can do about it.”  He unzipped his shorts and pulled his dick out, stroking it.  It was hard and throbbing.  “You’re nothing but a phone slut cock tease, aren’t you?”

I pretend sobbed.  “No, no!  Please don’t!”  I thrashed around a little, lifting my hips up and down and sideways.

He climbed on top of me and started to fuck me slowly.

“You like to make me cum, don’t you?  You like to take my money and make me cum!  You’re a slut, admit it.”  He put his hand around my neck and squeezed lightly.  “Is this okay?” he whispered, getting out of character for a minute.  

“Yeah, it’s fine.” I whispered back before thrashing about again.  “Get off me! Get off me!  You’ll be sorry!”

“No bitch.  You’re MY whore tonight.  I own your pussy now!”  he kept pumping his cock in and out of me, licking my tits and squeezing my neck as I continued to struggle.   The more I struggled the harder he fucked me until he pulled his dick out of my pussy and sprayed a load all over my stomach. 

“Sabrina… this is like a dream come true.”  he said, kissing me gently.

“Thanks, babe.  But can you untie me now?”

He untied me and gave me a big hug and kiss before he drove off.  “I’ll call you soon!” he shouted, waving at me.

An hour later, Dylan returned, surprised to see me in the kitchen, fixing a late breakfast.  

“How did you manage to get untied?” he asked, looking disappointed.

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him.  “I am very resourceful.”  I said, happy with my dirty little secret.   

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