A knock on the door brought me back from the book I was reading. As expected my girlfriend Amy waited outside. Unexpectedly Amy's platinum blond hair spilled down her back like a gleaming waterfall rather than the sporty pony tail she usually wore. The rest of her outfit was similarly impressive. A short jet-black cocktail dress and matching sandals perfectly set off her hair and the low-cut strapless top revealed her delicate while skin. Amy's legs hardly needed the stockings she wore but the way their tops were just barely visible at the bottom of her dress transformed look from just hot to naughty and outright sexy.
"Wow, you look hot today," I complimented.
"You did tell me to dress up for your apartment-mate Omar's birthday," replied Amy. With a slightly mischievous smile she added, "So are you going to let me in or just stand there oggling me?" "Oggling sounds good," I mischievously replied but I moved aside anyway shutting door behind my hot little girlfriend. Turned on by her sexy outfit and the surprise I had planned I pushed her back against the door with a long serious kiss.
Recognizing my excitement Amy playfully ran her index finger over the unmistakable bulge in my pants and after a naughty lick of my ear she whispered, "Do we have time before Omar gets back?" A broad smile lit my face and I replied, "Of course," taking her soft hand and leading her back towards the bedrooms. In the hallway I took a left tugging my unsuspecting girlfriend into Omar's room instead of mine.
"Why here" Amy asked in response to my choice of rooms. Leaning down I planted a gentle kiss on her neck before answering. "I thought it would be exciting knowing he might walk in on us at any moment," I lied. "Mmm it does sound fun," Amy affirmed with a kiss. "Maybe you could tie me up?" she asked in an uncharacteristically vulnerable tone of voice. I loved the way she got so turned on when she felt vulnerable. Wanting to be tied up made my plan so much easier I just hoped I hadn't overestimated how much she enjoyed it, or how attracted she was to Omar.
"You won't have a choice in the matter," I declared. Demonstrating my intent I tightly grabbed her wrists in my hands and moved in for a fierce kiss. Judging from the way she melted against me I had chosen the correct response. Still locked in a kiss I forced her up against the wall pushing her wrists together up above her head. I broke the kiss and grabbed both wrists in one hand. With my free hand I cupped her chin and give her an impassive weighing stare. Seeing Amy's mouth hanging half open in desire and the way her eyes begged me to force myself on her caused my dick to harden instantly. Playing to the small webcam I had discretely placed in the corner to privately record all this on my computer, I resisted the invitation and instead used Amy's chin to turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property.
The gesture wasn't lost on Amy and a gasp escaped her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check continuing down her neck and chest until it rested against the top of her dress. Driving home Amy's lack of control I hooked my finger down below the delicate fabric and ran it over the top of her breast soliciting another moan from my girlfriend. Suddenly, without warning, I spun Amy around and forced her up against the wall. Maintaining my solid grip on her wrists I pressed my body up against hers, pinning her to the wall. Hinting at what my control entailed I pressed the hard bulge in my pants against her firm buttocks, breathing heavily and grinding myself against my girlfriend at the familiar feel of hard muscle and soft flesh pressed against my cock.
Grabbing something from the desk I surprised Amy with the cold touch of metal against her smooth flesh as I snapped a pair of handcuffs around her wrists. In response to the new restraint Amy tried to pull away but with her hands cuffed in front of her she could do little but turn me on with her struggles. Using the handcuffs to pull Amy's hands up above her head I used a foot to force her legs apart. Pressing my body up against hers I used my feet to keep her legs spread while I dropped my free hand down to her thigh and possessively ran it up over her body. Stopping at her breasts I pause to massage them while Amy fought futile against the handcuffs. Responding to my girlfriend's struggle's I whispered in her ear, "Such a sexy body and all mine to play with."
Continuing to possessively run my hand all over Amy's body I made a point of showing the webcam my control over her desire as well as her body. Once Amy began to moan at my manipulations I stopped to nibble at her ear for a moment. Then, giving her time to appreciate the inevitable, I whispered in her ear, "I think its time to lose the dress." Once again Amy yanked at the handcuffs reassuring herself that she couldn't stop me. Slowly, as if to mock her struggle, I unzipped the back of the dress. Silently thankful for my girlfriends choice of a strapless dress for the evening I let the fine black fabric crumple in a heap on the floor. Stepping back to arm's length I appreciatively looked Amy's body up and down. Clothed only in a thong and matching bra plus sheer white stockings and a garter belt she made for an impressive sight.
Spinning Amy around again I made sure to give the camera an unobstructed view so she could watch this with me later. Nakedness multiplying her vulnerability Amy's lips trembled in helplessness and desire as I lecherously looked her over. Aroused by the vision of a beautiful half-naked girl pinned to the wall I moved in for another kiss. Though Amy's eyes blazed willful defiance and she still struggled fiercely against the restraints her lips eagerly sought mine out and her body squirmed needily beneath mine.
Breaking the kiss I threw Amy down onto the nearby bed. Making a quick attempt at escape Amy tried to roll away but before she could get anywhere I was kneeling atop her pressing her hands down into the mattress above her head. Breathing heavily Amy looked up at me, a mixture of desire and excited fear on her face showing she knew she could do nothing to stop me from using her body as I wished. Rubbing my cock with my free hand I thought about how Amy would be used this time and groaned but I dared not tell her until she was securely restrained. Grabbing the key from the nearby dresser I unlocked one of her wrists and snapped the metal bracelet around one of the bedposts. Quickly picking up another pair of cuffs I duplicated the restraint on her other wrist leaving her arms spread out in a Y and securely affixed to the bed posts.
Selecting another device from the dresser I dangled a thick leather collar complete with metal rings for a leash in front of Amy. With both hands free it was a simple matter to fasten it around her neck, grinning amusedly at her futile attempts to stop me. Snapping the leash onto her collar I teasingly remarked, "There now you look like a proper sex slave, ready to be used for a man's pleasure." Then smiling mischievously I added, "I wonder what Omar would do if he came back and found you waiting for him like this." Despite the worried look that flashed across her face Amy was breathing heavily as I pulled her face up to mine with the leash. With the gentlest of touches I pressed my lips to hers teasing refusing to lean any closer and give Amy the deep kiss she so obviously wanted. Releasing the leash I let her unsupported head thump back onto the bed.
Now that there was no chance of Amy slipping free it was time to reveal what I had in store for her but first I had to silence any potential protests. It might hurt a bit but a strip of duct tape would do the job nicely. Besides, duct tape looked way sexier than a bulging florescent ball gag. As I expected a surprised "Hey" escaped Amy's mouth when she saw the roll of tape but before she could complain further a six inch silver strip sealed her mouth. Anger flashed in Amy's eyes and she seriously tried to pull her wrists out of the handcuffs. I merely ran my finger possessively over her upper chest waiting for desire, fueled by her inability to stop the duct tape or escape, to overcome anger. Amy's expression suggested she knew exactly what I was waiting for, but knowing that I had that sort of power over her just aroused her further.
With Amy finally silenced and securely restrained I leaned back in admiration running my fingers down over her bra, past her perfectly flat stomach and over the edge of her thong. Letting one finger dip underneath the elastic band I elicited a muffled moan.