June thought hard about what to do with
Rob for the night. She was so disappointed in his behavior that part of
her was tempted just to leave him where he was, hogtied on the floor,
but she decided that wouldn’t be right. So first she had her maid Maria
go into the garage and cut some more lengths of rope, several of them,
some about three feet long like the one around his ankles and some
longer. Then she had Maria tie Rob’s ankles together with a longer
length of rope between them, so that he would be able to take short
steps and to walk up the stairs on his own power. Leading Rob up the
steps, June directed him into her bathroom and had Maria take him into
the shower to clean him up. Not wanting to get her jeans and blouse
wet, Maria kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her underwear
before taking Rob with her into the stand-up shower stall. There, she
soaped him head to foot and shampooed his hair as he knelt on command
before her, with his face pressing from time to time into her wet
panties that were clinging to her soaked skin.
When he was squeaky clean, Maria took Rob out of the shower stall and
dried him off. She then shed her own bra and panties and hopped back
into the shower to clean herself off. When she emerged from the shower,
Maria toweled off. Meanwhile, June had busied herself tying four
lengths of rope to the four corners of her poster bed.
“Ok, Rob, come over here with me and hop up here,” June said, gripping
Rob by his penis and leading him from the bathroom over to her bed. Rob
complied and was soon sitting up with his butt at the center of the
bed. “Now Maria, you tie Rob’s right ankle to that poster and I’ll tie
his left one to this,” June said, pointing to the ropes she had just
fixed to the bed’s corners. Rob thought about struggling but quickly
realized it would be futile. Once his legs were secured and spread wide
apart, June took a length of rope and tied his handcuffs to one of the
corners at the top of the bed using a longer rope.
“Okay, Maria, now go get your handcuff key and let’s get Rob fully
spread-eagled.” Maria, still nude from the shower herself, fetched her
jeans from the bathroom floor and found the key, handing it to June,
who in the meantime had tied another rope to Rob’s right wrist. “Now
help me with this please,” June said, motioning to Maria to take up the
slack in the ropes the moment she released the handcuffs. Maria handled
the maneuver perfectly, and the instant the cuff was released from
Rob’s right wrist, Maria yanked hard on the rope and bound that wrist
tightly to its corner. All that remained to be done now was to replace
the metal cuff on Rob’s free left wrist with another longer rope. In
another moment, the cuffs were fully off Rob, on the nightstand, and
Rob was spread out like a large X, bound tightly by ropes to June’s bed.
“Thanks, Maria,” June said. “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?” “Not
too shabby, Ms. Fox. Men think they are so strong and so smart, but
it’s easy for women to control them when we have a mind to.” Rob
watched the two of them as they exchanged triumphant looks with each
other, alternating with looking down at him, tightly restrained to the
bed. Rob had never felt as exposed, as vulnerable, or as humiliated as
he felt now, stretched out and bound naked this way. As badly as he
felt being bound, however, he did feel relieved to have his arms out
from behind his back, where they had been in Officer Riley’s cuffs for
so long. His new, spread-eagle position felt downright comfortable
compared with that, at least for now. Also, his wrists were beginning
to get cut raw by the metal cuffs. Now, the comparative softness of the
ropes binding him to the bedposts felt great. Possibly, he thought, I
may get some sleep tonight; and maybe tomorrow these women will come to
their senses, untie me, and give me my clothes back so I can go home.
Maria asked June if she could borrow one of June’s robes. “Of course,
dear, whichever one you like.” Maria picked a red silk one and covered
herself up as she toweled her black hair as dry as she could. “Well,
Ms. Fox,” Maria continued, “it’s late and I’m very tired. So I think
I’ll stay here again tonight if it’s all the same with you. I can help
you with anything else you need – just let me know.” “Fine, Maria,
thanks. With Rob here, you never know what extra help I might need.
Right now, I mainly need to take a shower and wash my hair.” “Okay,”
said Maria, picking up her clothes and walking out into the hall, but
leaving the door open a crack.
June Fox took a long look at Rob and heaved a sigh. “I had such great
hopes for you when we met in the parking lot, when you helped me when I
fell. But it’s obvious you’ve got a long way to go.” June yawned widely
and stretched as she lowered her hands to her white blouse and began
undoing the buttons one by one. Soon off it came, revealing an
expensive, lacy bra beneath that supported her medium-sized and shapely
breasts. She kicked off her sandals and then began unzipping and
unbuttoning her jeans, tossing them on the chair with her blouse. Her
panties were also white and looked to be part of a matched set with the
bra. Next off came the bra, releasing breasts that hung in perfect
proportion to her slim and fit body. Finally off came the panties,
showing a smallish dark triangle on the opposite site of a small and
shapely ass. June was left wearing only a gold bracelet, a large
diamond ring, and two diamond earrings. Rob took all this in carefully.
He had seen it all on Monday night when they had sex, of course, but
not on Tuesday when they did not. June stretched again, rising to her
tiptoes and pointing her hands up high over her head. Rob saw clearly
how lean and fit she was, a result of her regular running and tennis.
Rob responded to this beautiful site, becoming more aroused by the
second until, by the time June was nude, he sported a huge erection, a
throbbing and aching erection that begged for release.
June then walked into the bathroom and began running the water in the
shower to get it to just the right temperature. Rob watched her through
the open door, looking down the length of his body over his bobbing
erection that wanted so badly to hump against June, to hump against
anything besides the empty air above his bound body. Rob watched June
put her bracelet and earrings on the counter and step gracefully into
the shower, her brunette hair flowing down past her bare shoulders.
As he watched, Maria re-entered the room without warning through the
door she had left open and calmly went about picking up June’s
discarded clothes. She looked down at Rob and noticed his wobbling
erection, rising and falling with each breath. Holding June’s laundry
in one hand, she grasped his penis with the other and bent it from side
to side, pushing it all the way down against his body. “Well, you’re
pretty big, Mr. Jameson, although I think I’ve seen bigger. So, you’re
thinking you’re going to get lucky tonight, do you, with this hungry
fellow here?” she joked, continuing the bending. She set down the
laundry for a moment and tightened the knots in the four ropes binding
Rob to June’s bed. “I have a hunch that, with what Ms. Fox is going to
be doing to you, you’re going to be struggling pretty hard against
these ropes, and we wouldn’t want the knots coming loose, would we?
Well, good luck to you,” she laughed, giving his balls a good slap.
Rob flinched in pain but managed to keep quiet, not wanting Maria to
think she had hurt him, even though she had. Maria then left the room
as quietly as she had entered, this time closing the door fully. Rob
contemplated his situation, his totally helpless, totally exposed state
from which there seemed to be no hope of escape. Overwhelmed by his
feelings of shame, of frustration, and of outrage, he began to cry.
Ten minutes later, June had finished her shower, put on her robe, and
was drying her hair. The steam had cleared from the mirror and Rob
could watch her as she applied her night cream and brushed her hair. So
she emerged into the bedroom, dimmed the light, and came over to the
bed where Rob was tied. Sitting on the bed next to him, she leaned
over, gave him a kiss, and let out a big sigh. “Rob, you look like
you’ve been crying. What am I going to do with you?” she asked out
loud, more rhetorically than anything else. “You are cute, and you are
kind in many ways, but you really do need some education, some training
in how to relate to women.” June slid off the bed, walked over to a
cabinet on the other side of the room, and poured herself a brandy.
Lighting a cigarette and grabbing a crystal glass ashtray, she returned
to the bed, sitting next to Rob and taking a sip. She took one finger
and idly placed it on his lips, running it slowly from side to side
before gently penetrating them and gliding her fingertip over Rob’s
straight, white teeth. She then drew a line with her finger down Rob’s
chin, down his neck, across his chest down to his navel, where she
paused for a moment. Then down lower across his abdomen until her
finger bumped into his rock-hard erection, now seeping at the top in
total sexual arousal.
She stroked his cock, first on the exposed underside and then on the
top, before cupping his testicles in her smooth and delicate hands and
rolling his balls gently between her thumb and index finger. Rob was
going crazy with a combination of desire, anticipation, and incredible
fear. He was no amateur in the sack, but he had never before been in
this position where a woman had him so completely dominated, so
helplessly restrained, so totally at her whim and mercy. “Yes, Rob,
you’re a nice specimen of the male gender I have to say, and smart too.
I think I want to find out tonight just how good you are…” she said,
running her tongue into Rob’s ear as her hand rubbed over Rob’s bare
chest before dropping again to grip his erection firmly.
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