Mark is over the moon when his crush asks him over to her place for some alone time, but the night takes an unexpected and very humiliating turn for the poor young man!
Part 1 is only an introduction, no tickling yet sorry! I got carried away writing the introduction and didn't want the story to feel too intro-y compared to the tickling, so I decided to separate this part out. Hopefully you enjoy the build up, if not maybe check out part 2 once I finish it! Either way, I hope you all enjoy this one!
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Her hair glistened in the sun that streamed through the café window. Being a redhead, she looked like she had an aura of fire around her. Even scrolling mindlessly on her phone, she appeared simply divine. Her eyes were as purely blue as a mountain stream; her skin immaculate and dotted with cute freckles across the bride of her nose. She wore a leather jacket over a white tank top, and a skirt short enough to draw anybody’s eye. Her abs peeked out under the tank top, as if her stunning figure wasn’t evident enough.
Mark had to physically pull his gaze away from her and back to the turkey sandwich sat in front of him. Kristi was sat on the other end of the café from him; he hoped she hadn’t seen him gawking at her like a creep. He couldn’t help himself, even in class he spent more time peeping over at Kristi than he did at the lecture slides. His stomach churned every time he saw her. Mark had never been this enamoured with a crush before. Even though the two had never even spoken, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He saw plenty of other cute girls around the University, but none could hold a candle to Kristi.
He pulled out his own phone and began to scroll, taking bites of his sandwich as he went. The Turkey was actually delicious, and he soon got lost in the social media haze. He scrolled and ate until the sandwich was done. After the food, he pulled out his laptop and started to pour through the copious amounts of notes he had to catch up on. After 20 minutes of reading through the dull slides, a voice called out to him.
“Hey…”, a woman said. The voice was smooth and sharp, the type of voice that could cut through any conversation and demand those around listen. Mark looked up from his laptop to see Kristi hovering next to him. Her sparkling blue eyes were fixed on his; butterflies ran rampant as he realised, she was talking to him. He stammered for a second, trying to clear his throat and form a response.
“Hi…uhh…hey”, he muttered back awkwardly, partly ashamed but also glad he managed to say anything to her at all.
“It’s Mark, right? From Sociology 101?”, she asked sweetly. Just hearing her say his name caused his heart to melt.
“Yep, that’s me! And you’re Kristi?”, he asked, pretending not to have engraved the name into his mind.
“That’s right. So I’ve seen you around, and I just thought since I ran into you here that I’d go ahead and ask. Would you like to come over to mine tonight?”, she asked with a confidence Mark could only dream of.
“Are… you having like a party?”, he asked. His voice quivered with nervousness.
“No, no”, she said as if it were a silly question. She leaned down next to his ear and uttered the next part in a low voice. “I thought it could be just us”.
“Just us?”, he asked, stumbling hopelessly over his words. Mark was sure he misheard her.
“Yeah! You seem like a cool guy, I bet we could have plenty of fun together”, she proclaimed. “So, what do you say, cutie?”.
“I… yeah, that would be great”, Mark chirped, trying and failing to hide his sheer excitement.
Marks eyes were wide with disbelief as Kristi took his phone and typed his number into hers. He did his best to hide his shaking hands as he took the device back from her. The girl turned away with a smile, swaggering out of the café. Mark sat there for a minute in shock. Just as he was done packing up his things to head out, his phone buzzed. He stalled a moment before opening the text, afraid she would announce that it was all a big prank. Eventually he plucked up the courage, and opened the message to reveal an address followed by a kissing emoji.
The smitten boy nearly collapsed on the spot. He sped home, throwing his bag on the ground and digging through his wardrobe. Mark tried on half a dozen different outfits before settling on a complimenting navy shirt and trousers. He took such a long shower that the water ran cold, before practically dousing himself in the nicest cologne he owned. After combing his mousy brown hair into a dozen different hairstyles, he finally decided to stop fussing and headed out.
The address she sent him was to a regular, unassuming apartment. It looked small from the outside, though as a University student that was to be expected. He shuffled anxiously outside the door for a little while until finally steeling himself and knocking. His nerves spiked even higher as he heard someone padding towards the door. It opened, revealing Kristi clad in a black silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. Mark was so excited he felt like throwing up.
“Look who made it! And dressed up all handsome too. Come on in”, she said in a sultry tone, ushering him inside. Mark felt numb as he followed her in.
The apartment was pretty compact as he had guessed. The living room and kitchen bled into each other in a single open plan room. Though Mark was caught off guard by the candles lining the counter, bathing the room in a romantic orange glow. As he got distracted by the mood lighting, Kristi saddled up beside him and placed a hand on his chest. Her blood red nails clawed lightly at his shirt, as her palm felt up his pec.
“God, I can’t keep my hands off you already!”, she growled hungrily. Mark shuddered, overwhelmed with surprise and desire equally. He definitely didn’t expect things to move this fast.
“Let’s not waste time”, she declared. “How about we head straight to the bedroom?”, she asked seductively.
Mark was at a complete loss for words, his brain almost shutting down from sensory overload. Luckily, he didn’t need any, as Kristi took his hand in hers and pulled him through into the next room. More candles lit the bedroom, though he didn’t have much time to gaze into the flames as she dragged him over to the large King-sized bed.
Before he could react, Kristi deftly began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off of him. Just as Mark processed that, Kristi was already undoing his belt. The overwhelmed young man’s head swam; within two minutes of stepping inside, his dream girl was already stripping him off. Mark took hold of Kristi’s wrist just as she was about to finish undoing his belt. Her skin was as soft as velvet, and he stirred downstairs at the act of touching her.
“Kristi…I’m loving this, really. But maybe we should slow down a lit---“, Mark tried to explain, but the girl silenced him with a finger against his lips.
“Shhhhh now”, she sang soothingly. “Just let me take control. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise”.
Her words were like honey, and Mark released her arm instantly. Quickly his trousers were pooled around his feet, and Mark felt himself blushing madly as he stood in his tight grey boxers, in front of the girl he had been obsessed with for months. He leaned in to kiss her, unable to hold himself back from her enticing lips any longer. Instead, Kristi stopped him short, seizing his face in her hand. Mark felt an erotic rush as Kristi manhandled him.
“Not yet mister”, she cooed slyly. “You obey me now, got it?”. Mark could do nothing but nod, grinning like an idiot.
Kristi moved in towards him, forcing him backwards onto the bed. He laid back against the crisp white bedsheets, entranced as Kristi crawled over him. Mark longed to kiss her again, but he forced himself to remain still. Kristi reached past his head, slipping her hand between the mattress and the wall. Mark glanced up to see her retrieve a leather bondage cuff. Two ropes were cinched to the cuff, feeding down underneath the bed. Mark looked over to Kristi, who had a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Ahhh, Kristi… I’ve never done anything like that before”, Mark admitted shyly. The deeper truth he didn’t admit was that not only had Mark not engaged with bondage before, but with sex at all. He was slightly embarrassed at being a virgin, and prayed he wouldn’t make a fool of himself with Kristi.
“Don’t worry, darling. I just don’t want you to resist my pleasure. It’s no big deal, I’ll ease you into it”, she purred.
Mark hesitantly offered her his wrist. She wrapped it in the cuff and buckled it tightly. Mark tested the restraint as Kristi moved over to his other wrist. A few tugs prompted no wiggle room; Mark had no hope of breaking free from the cuff. She tied down his other arm next. With both arms restrained Mark felt himself stretched tight across the bed, completely unable to move his arms or protect his body. Kristi sidled down to bind his ankles. As she did so, her dress rode up slightly, giving Mark a peek at the lacy underwear she wore underneath. It was only now that he noticed the raging erection bulging in his boxers. He was absolutely mortified to have his cock exposing him like this, and he hoped she wouldn’t find it pathetic that he was this hard already.
Soon enough Mark was tied down to all four corners of the bed. His limbs were rigidly pulled taught, with barely any freedom to wriggle around. Mark’s blush deepened another shade as Kristi turned to look at him again, now fully bound and at her mercy. Mark had fantasised about situations like this, both awake and in his dreams. However, he could scarcely believe this was actually happening, as his crush sat beside his bound body and licked her lips. Gracefully, Kristi slipped off the bed.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”, Kristi joked, giggling.
The dominant woman disappeared out of view as she sauntered back into the other room. Mark twisted timidly in his restraints. His ears pricked up as he heard the front door open and shut with a thud. He felt like calling out, but he shrank back inside himself. To his dismay, he heard two people begin to talk around the corner.
“Heya babe. Did you manage to get him?”, asked a man with a low voice.
“Yep, it took no effort at all! He followed literally everything I said like a quiet little puppy”, he heard Kristi exclaim with glee. “He’s tied to the bed right now!”.
“Awesome, let me see”, the man said excitedly.
Mark shifted in his bonds vigorously now, his gut swirling with embarrassment. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but this was all clearly some sort of prank or scam. The ropes dug into the mattress as Mark thrashed around, but ultimately, he remained bound. Kristi rounded the corner with a massive smirk. Behind her followed a man a couple years older than her and Mark. He was easily half a foot taller than Mark, with broad athletic shoulders and wavy golden hair. His face lit up once he saw Mark, futilely struggling on the bed in his underwear.
“No use trying that now, freak”, Kristi called out mockingly. “Maybe you should’ve thought twice before you let a girl you’ve never met before tie you up in your underwear”.
“When you told me about this guy, I never believed he’d be such a loser”, the man revealed incredulously. “I’d never let a girl humiliate me like this”.
“I guess I should introduce you two. Mark, this is my boyfriend, Cameron. Cameron, this is the creep that keeps staring at me all the time in class”, she announced harshly.
“Part of me doesn’t blame him, you are that gorgeous”, Cameron said suavely, kissing Kristi on the cheek.
“You’re probably wondering why I’ve tricked you into becoming my bound little bitch, aren’t you loser?”, Kristi quizzed Mark. The ashamed man’s mouth gaped open, but he couldn’t muster any words.
“Well, you see, I have a kink I’ve been desperate to explore for a while now, a kink that requires a submissive man”, she explained in a condescending tone. “My dearest Cameron refuses to submit to me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way; he’s a real man, unlike you. Anyway, we agreed that we could both explore my desires together on another subject. I knew straight away that you would be perfect. I’ve seen you staring at me all the time like a horny little puppy”.
Mark gulped in fear as Kristi approached the bed. Her expression was fierce, like a predator about to strike. Cameron flanked around the other side, completely unfazed and smiling. The silence was broken by the sound of a nail scraping along the fabric of the bedsheet. Kristi trailed a lone finger along the bottom of the bed. The nail arced around his foot, before jumping from the bed onto the centre of his sole. Mark involuntarily yelped at the sudden touch on his foot, trying instinctively to wrench his foot away, but the binds held in securely in place.
“What’s wrong, Mark? Ticklish?”.
Part 1 is only an introduction, no tickling yet sorry! I got carried away writing the introduction and didn't want the story to feel too intro-y compared to the tickling, so I decided to separate this part out. Hopefully you enjoy the build up, if not maybe check out part 2 once I finish it! Either way, I hope you all enjoy this one!
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Her hair glistened in the sun that streamed through the café window. Being a redhead, she looked like she had an aura of fire around her. Even scrolling mindlessly on her phone, she appeared simply divine. Her eyes were as purely blue as a mountain stream; her skin immaculate and dotted with cute freckles across the bride of her nose. She wore a leather jacket over a white tank top, and a skirt short enough to draw anybody’s eye. Her abs peeked out under the tank top, as if her stunning figure wasn’t evident enough.
Mark had to physically pull his gaze away from her and back to the turkey sandwich sat in front of him. Kristi was sat on the other end of the café from him; he hoped she hadn’t seen him gawking at her like a creep. He couldn’t help himself, even in class he spent more time peeping over at Kristi than he did at the lecture slides. His stomach churned every time he saw her. Mark had never been this enamoured with a crush before. Even though the two had never even spoken, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He saw plenty of other cute girls around the University, but none could hold a candle to Kristi.
He pulled out his own phone and began to scroll, taking bites of his sandwich as he went. The Turkey was actually delicious, and he soon got lost in the social media haze. He scrolled and ate until the sandwich was done. After the food, he pulled out his laptop and started to pour through the copious amounts of notes he had to catch up on. After 20 minutes of reading through the dull slides, a voice called out to him.
“Hey…”, a woman said. The voice was smooth and sharp, the type of voice that could cut through any conversation and demand those around listen. Mark looked up from his laptop to see Kristi hovering next to him. Her sparkling blue eyes were fixed on his; butterflies ran rampant as he realised, she was talking to him. He stammered for a second, trying to clear his throat and form a response.
“Hi…uhh…hey”, he muttered back awkwardly, partly ashamed but also glad he managed to say anything to her at all.
“It’s Mark, right? From Sociology 101?”, she asked sweetly. Just hearing her say his name caused his heart to melt.
“Yep, that’s me! And you’re Kristi?”, he asked, pretending not to have engraved the name into his mind.
“That’s right. So I’ve seen you around, and I just thought since I ran into you here that I’d go ahead and ask. Would you like to come over to mine tonight?”, she asked with a confidence Mark could only dream of.
“Are… you having like a party?”, he asked. His voice quivered with nervousness.
“No, no”, she said as if it were a silly question. She leaned down next to his ear and uttered the next part in a low voice. “I thought it could be just us”.
“Just us?”, he asked, stumbling hopelessly over his words. Mark was sure he misheard her.
“Yeah! You seem like a cool guy, I bet we could have plenty of fun together”, she proclaimed. “So, what do you say, cutie?”.
“I… yeah, that would be great”, Mark chirped, trying and failing to hide his sheer excitement.
Marks eyes were wide with disbelief as Kristi took his phone and typed his number into hers. He did his best to hide his shaking hands as he took the device back from her. The girl turned away with a smile, swaggering out of the café. Mark sat there for a minute in shock. Just as he was done packing up his things to head out, his phone buzzed. He stalled a moment before opening the text, afraid she would announce that it was all a big prank. Eventually he plucked up the courage, and opened the message to reveal an address followed by a kissing emoji.
The smitten boy nearly collapsed on the spot. He sped home, throwing his bag on the ground and digging through his wardrobe. Mark tried on half a dozen different outfits before settling on a complimenting navy shirt and trousers. He took such a long shower that the water ran cold, before practically dousing himself in the nicest cologne he owned. After combing his mousy brown hair into a dozen different hairstyles, he finally decided to stop fussing and headed out.
The address she sent him was to a regular, unassuming apartment. It looked small from the outside, though as a University student that was to be expected. He shuffled anxiously outside the door for a little while until finally steeling himself and knocking. His nerves spiked even higher as he heard someone padding towards the door. It opened, revealing Kristi clad in a black silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. Mark was so excited he felt like throwing up.
“Look who made it! And dressed up all handsome too. Come on in”, she said in a sultry tone, ushering him inside. Mark felt numb as he followed her in.
The apartment was pretty compact as he had guessed. The living room and kitchen bled into each other in a single open plan room. Though Mark was caught off guard by the candles lining the counter, bathing the room in a romantic orange glow. As he got distracted by the mood lighting, Kristi saddled up beside him and placed a hand on his chest. Her blood red nails clawed lightly at his shirt, as her palm felt up his pec.
“God, I can’t keep my hands off you already!”, she growled hungrily. Mark shuddered, overwhelmed with surprise and desire equally. He definitely didn’t expect things to move this fast.
“Let’s not waste time”, she declared. “How about we head straight to the bedroom?”, she asked seductively.
Mark was at a complete loss for words, his brain almost shutting down from sensory overload. Luckily, he didn’t need any, as Kristi took his hand in hers and pulled him through into the next room. More candles lit the bedroom, though he didn’t have much time to gaze into the flames as she dragged him over to the large King-sized bed.
Before he could react, Kristi deftly began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off of him. Just as Mark processed that, Kristi was already undoing his belt. The overwhelmed young man’s head swam; within two minutes of stepping inside, his dream girl was already stripping him off. Mark took hold of Kristi’s wrist just as she was about to finish undoing his belt. Her skin was as soft as velvet, and he stirred downstairs at the act of touching her.
“Kristi…I’m loving this, really. But maybe we should slow down a lit---“, Mark tried to explain, but the girl silenced him with a finger against his lips.
“Shhhhh now”, she sang soothingly. “Just let me take control. You’ll enjoy yourself, I promise”.
Her words were like honey, and Mark released her arm instantly. Quickly his trousers were pooled around his feet, and Mark felt himself blushing madly as he stood in his tight grey boxers, in front of the girl he had been obsessed with for months. He leaned in to kiss her, unable to hold himself back from her enticing lips any longer. Instead, Kristi stopped him short, seizing his face in her hand. Mark felt an erotic rush as Kristi manhandled him.
“Not yet mister”, she cooed slyly. “You obey me now, got it?”. Mark could do nothing but nod, grinning like an idiot.
Kristi moved in towards him, forcing him backwards onto the bed. He laid back against the crisp white bedsheets, entranced as Kristi crawled over him. Mark longed to kiss her again, but he forced himself to remain still. Kristi reached past his head, slipping her hand between the mattress and the wall. Mark glanced up to see her retrieve a leather bondage cuff. Two ropes were cinched to the cuff, feeding down underneath the bed. Mark looked over to Kristi, who had a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“Ahhh, Kristi… I’ve never done anything like that before”, Mark admitted shyly. The deeper truth he didn’t admit was that not only had Mark not engaged with bondage before, but with sex at all. He was slightly embarrassed at being a virgin, and prayed he wouldn’t make a fool of himself with Kristi.
“Don’t worry, darling. I just don’t want you to resist my pleasure. It’s no big deal, I’ll ease you into it”, she purred.
Mark hesitantly offered her his wrist. She wrapped it in the cuff and buckled it tightly. Mark tested the restraint as Kristi moved over to his other wrist. A few tugs prompted no wiggle room; Mark had no hope of breaking free from the cuff. She tied down his other arm next. With both arms restrained Mark felt himself stretched tight across the bed, completely unable to move his arms or protect his body. Kristi sidled down to bind his ankles. As she did so, her dress rode up slightly, giving Mark a peek at the lacy underwear she wore underneath. It was only now that he noticed the raging erection bulging in his boxers. He was absolutely mortified to have his cock exposing him like this, and he hoped she wouldn’t find it pathetic that he was this hard already.
Soon enough Mark was tied down to all four corners of the bed. His limbs were rigidly pulled taught, with barely any freedom to wriggle around. Mark’s blush deepened another shade as Kristi turned to look at him again, now fully bound and at her mercy. Mark had fantasised about situations like this, both awake and in his dreams. However, he could scarcely believe this was actually happening, as his crush sat beside his bound body and licked her lips. Gracefully, Kristi slipped off the bed.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!”, Kristi joked, giggling.
The dominant woman disappeared out of view as she sauntered back into the other room. Mark twisted timidly in his restraints. His ears pricked up as he heard the front door open and shut with a thud. He felt like calling out, but he shrank back inside himself. To his dismay, he heard two people begin to talk around the corner.
“Heya babe. Did you manage to get him?”, asked a man with a low voice.
“Yep, it took no effort at all! He followed literally everything I said like a quiet little puppy”, he heard Kristi exclaim with glee. “He’s tied to the bed right now!”.
“Awesome, let me see”, the man said excitedly.
Mark shifted in his bonds vigorously now, his gut swirling with embarrassment. He wasn’t sure exactly what was going on, but this was all clearly some sort of prank or scam. The ropes dug into the mattress as Mark thrashed around, but ultimately, he remained bound. Kristi rounded the corner with a massive smirk. Behind her followed a man a couple years older than her and Mark. He was easily half a foot taller than Mark, with broad athletic shoulders and wavy golden hair. His face lit up once he saw Mark, futilely struggling on the bed in his underwear.
“No use trying that now, freak”, Kristi called out mockingly. “Maybe you should’ve thought twice before you let a girl you’ve never met before tie you up in your underwear”.
“When you told me about this guy, I never believed he’d be such a loser”, the man revealed incredulously. “I’d never let a girl humiliate me like this”.
“I guess I should introduce you two. Mark, this is my boyfriend, Cameron. Cameron, this is the creep that keeps staring at me all the time in class”, she announced harshly.
“Part of me doesn’t blame him, you are that gorgeous”, Cameron said suavely, kissing Kristi on the cheek.
“You’re probably wondering why I’ve tricked you into becoming my bound little bitch, aren’t you loser?”, Kristi quizzed Mark. The ashamed man’s mouth gaped open, but he couldn’t muster any words.
“Well, you see, I have a kink I’ve been desperate to explore for a while now, a kink that requires a submissive man”, she explained in a condescending tone. “My dearest Cameron refuses to submit to me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way; he’s a real man, unlike you. Anyway, we agreed that we could both explore my desires together on another subject. I knew straight away that you would be perfect. I’ve seen you staring at me all the time like a horny little puppy”.
Mark gulped in fear as Kristi approached the bed. Her expression was fierce, like a predator about to strike. Cameron flanked around the other side, completely unfazed and smiling. The silence was broken by the sound of a nail scraping along the fabric of the bedsheet. Kristi trailed a lone finger along the bottom of the bed. The nail arced around his foot, before jumping from the bed onto the centre of his sole. Mark involuntarily yelped at the sudden touch on his foot, trying instinctively to wrench his foot away, but the binds held in securely in place.
“What’s wrong, Mark? Ticklish?”.
