The phone rang one afternoon as she made her way into the kitchen. Her mom picked it up and her voice lit up in cheerful tone when she learned whom she was speaking with. The teenage girl listened in on the conversation as she made herself a drink and a snack. Sitting herself at the dinning room table as her mom chattered on for a few more minutes. What her mother put down the phone she delightfully exclaimed her other daughter’s friend Brad was coming down for a visit. The young girl sneered.
Brad wasn’t just another one of her sister’s friends, he wasn’t just another vacuous pretty boy. No, he strung her along when she was young, and she fell hard for him. In sadness, when she had to turn down his offer of asking her out, in fear that her parents would kill her, he laughed in her face and accused her of being a prude. He was her first crush, he was her obsession. That goddamn pretty face of his made her throw common sense to the wind and She would always Always make a fool of herself in front of him.
As she sat there at the kitchen table, viciously gnawing at her snack, new evil ideas came to mind of revenge. Sadistic fantasies flooded her thoughts, and a small wicked grin formed on her lips. She would torture him far worse that he had ever tortured her. He would wish he’d never toyed with her emotions and he would obsess over Her nights to come after she was done with him.
The day he came over she made sure to look her best. She wanted to lure him in. He still wanted to fuck her, the fool, and she was going to string him in by that stupid cock he used for a brain. She put on a tight little number of a skirt over thigh high stockings and her fiendish beloved leather high heeled boots. Over a nice little push up bra, she fit on a snug, low cut top to give him an eyeful. When she was done making up her face and touching up her hair, she looked like a teenage femme fatale. There’d be no way he could resist her.
That evening when he knocked on the door and her sister casually opened it she could see him eyeing her immediately. She smiled innocently at him and said ‘Hi’ as he went to go put down his bags in the guest’s room. She peeked in as he did so and gingerly offered, “When you’re done with that, and if your not busy come in my room, I have something I wanna show you.” She bit her lower lip and smiled at him sensuously. He knew what she meant, or so he thought. A stupid smirk formed on his face and he said, “Alright.”
She busied herself carelessly flipping through her collection of kinky porn magazines, on her bed, looking for last minute inspiration. She glanced around her room, double checking to see if she had everything in place. She smiled to herself knowing she was totally ready for him. A few minutes later he opened her door. Typical rude Brad never to knock. He caught a clear view up her skirt as he watched the back of her lounging on her bed, swaying her feet in the air behind her as I flipped through the pages.
“Oh!” She mocked embarrassment and pushed the magazines under her pillow. “Didn’t hear you,” She laughed, her anxiousness coloring her face in a blush. “What did you wanna show me?” He asked, that stupid gin appearing on his face again. “Oh!” she laughed and smiled, “I wanted to show you what I got for my birthday,” she pulled something off her dresser that glimmered metallically in the light. “Do you like them?”
The handcuff danged in the air in her hand. He laughed, “What are you gonna use them for?” He asked looking at her with lust filled eyes. He was sure he would Finally have her. “Wanna find out?” she smirked and patted the chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat.”
A flash of confusion passed over his expression but he sat down. She pushed him into the middle of her room standing behind him. She leaned over for a moment and whispered in his ear, “We’re going to have Fun,” She reached an arm out over his shoulder. “Now gimme your hands.” Compliantly he lifted them up, and she laughed shaking her head, and pulled them roughly behind him. “Ouch!” He tried to twist his head around to see what she was going to do. “Relax Brad or it’s gonna hurt even more.” She said in a calming voice, with the lightest hint of bitterness. She quickly cuffed his hands together, tightening them until they bit into his skin. She moved around to face him, leaning in ever so slightly, just inches from his face. She warned him, petting his hair, that if he squirmed he was going to get himself hurt. She suggested that he didn’t move.
The confusion and worry was obvious on his face now, but he also seemed to be enjoying it. She turned to open a drawer in her nightstand and ripped off a generous piece of duck tape. Before he could protest, she slapped the piece across his pretty, pierced lips. He tried to scream but with his lips strongly glued shut he could only make a muffled noise. “Don’t be scared Brad. I’m not gonna hurt you. You are enjoying this aren’t you?” she grabbed the crotch of his jeans feeling the hard rod underneath them. “Of course you are Brad,” she pulled him forward by his hair until his face almost touched hers, “I could always count on you to be a whore.” She smirked momentarily before planting a violent kiss over his taped lips and she turned, swaying her hips and pushed the latch of her door’s lock closed. “Here,” She said in a fake concerned voice; she stabbed a button on her stereo with a fingertip and a CD began to play. “Isn’t this your favorite song?” She asked in a mothering voice, “Clown right? Korn?”
She turned up the volume and lounged back down on the edge of her bed, legs spread, giving him another eyeful. Leaning forward she pulled the chair with him towards her until his knees hit the bed between hers. Nonchalantly she lifted her feet and crossed them over one of his shoulders against the chair. “Do you like my boots?” She glared at him and he nodded, the fear in his eyes making her soak. “Good.” She reached forward and tore at the side of the tape allowing his to scream. “What the fuck!?” He looked at her bewildered.
She uncrossed her legs, setting the heel of one of her boots in the crotch of his pants. “Scream again, and I’m gonna have to hurt you.” She taunted him in a hollow, scolding tone, she pushed the heel of her boot roughly against him and he groaned in pain. “I want to hear plenty of That.” She smiled at him, “Now be a good boy and kiss my boot,” She giggled girlishly and shook her foot against his shoulder, hitting him against his head in an annoying fashion. “C’mon now, don’t be shy, they’re not that dirty.” She coaxed him, and he looked at her with knit brows for a moment before turning his head to kiss the ankle of her boot. “Good Boy!” She exclaimed as if rewarding a dog. “Now lick it.” He frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but she pushed the heel of her boot into his crotch more violently. He winced and licked the top of her boot. “Good.” she said in a cold tone, leaning over to slap the tape back over his lips.
Gingerly she swung her feet over to get up and moved behind him. She opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a length of plastic braided rope. Quickly she unlocked the cuffs and told him to get up. “Bend over and put your face against the sheets; give my your hands.” She pushed the chair away, and bound his hands together painfully with the chafing rope. He started to rise and she pushed the back of his head roughly back into the sheets. “Who the fuck told you, you could get up. Get a clue Brad, you’re Mine now.”
With that she roughly pulled him up by his hair. “I’m going to undo your pants now, so be a good boy and behave.” She grabbed his still hard cock underneath his jeans cruelly and he moaned underneath the tape. His eyes were glued to her fingers as she slowly, undid the button to his pants and his zipper. Unceremoniously, she pulled down his pants to his ankles. “Step out of them.” she barked an order and he obeyed. “Turn around.” He did and she pushed his head back into the sheet. “I don’t wanna see that ugly cock of yours when I do this.” She hissed in his ear, giving his hair a nice tug. With a snicker she yanked down his boxers and he stepped out of them without being ordered. “Good boy.” She gave his a resounding slap on the ass that left a beautiful print of her hand.
She turned for a moment to open her drawer and withdrew a small girlish pair of panties. She slammed the drawer closed. “Shove that nose back into the fucking sheet, I didn’t say you could move!” She snarled at him when she saw him peek towards her. She moved towards him and bent down spreading the panties between her fingers, “Lift your foot.” She slipped them on over one foot, “Next!” then the other. Brutally she pulled them up his hips hearing the elastic snap in more than one place. She could hear him groan through the tape as they bit into the crack of his ass and his tender balls.
“Don’t you look fucking adorable.” She cackled, stepping back and grabbed a disposable camera off her desk. “Hold still,” she smile gleefully taking a shot of his ass in the girly little thing. “Climb onto the bed.” She barked, and pushed him onto his side until he was facing her. She clicked another picture of him. She couldn’t help but laugh sadistically as she saw his swollen cock trapped underneath the painfully tight elastic band of the panties. “Your such a big fucking man Brad,” she jeered sarcastically, “ look at you in that fucking thing, you’re nothing but a fucking little bitch now.” She laughed again taking another shot before putting the camera away, far out of reach.
“Now it’s time I get what I really want.” She climbed onto the bed pushing him back, straddling his chest pushing his bound arms painfully underneath him. He cried underneath the tape and she could feel his throbbing cock pressing against her. “You’re such a fucking slut Brad, I can’t believe you’re enjoying this.” She ripped the tape from his lips and he groaned. She watched in awe as a reddish rectangular patch of skin began to form around his mouth. “This shit really is good for everything.” She laughed , and positioned herself over his face. She didn’t have anything underneath her little skirt and she was ready for her reward. “Now be a good boy Brad and eat me or those pictures are going to every fucking person you know and then some. You’ve proven yourself to be a whore over the years, now it’s time you put it to good use.”