Chapter One

 

Beams of morning sunlight were filtering through the windows of the beach house. They would have been brighter if there wasn't a pair of her black bikini panties still draped over my face. But it made no difference. I like them, and the wonderful scent of pussy and lust that lingered on the silky fabric.

Actually, I was in no position to remove them. I was tightly bound spread eagle on the bed, waiting for someone to return and release me. As I lay there, memories of last night's fun brought a smile to my face. I inhaled deeply and remembered the many times I quenched the sexual thirst of my Mistress with a multitude of mind-blowing orgasms. She used me for hours, yet denied me any release.

I chuckled to myself, as I remembered how this all began so many years ago.

Actually my Mistress is my cousin. Well, we aren't real cousins. We aren't even related. We just called her that. A year or so after she was born her parents were both killed in a tragic automobile accident. My aunt had been Julie's babysitter and kept her safe until arrangements could be made. With no other option other than being put up for adoption her elderly grandfather supported her, and my aunt raised her like her own daughter. Julie was never legally adopted, so we weren't related either by blood, marriage or adoption. No one ever spoke about it. I often wondered as I watched her develop if maybe we were just going to be kissing cousins.

We would see each other every summer and sometimes on holidays. One year my Mom and I would go to LA, and the next she and my aunt would come to Boulder. We looked forward to those vacations especially after she knew my kinky secret.

For my entire life I have always been intrigued with ropes and bondage. I loved to see movies where someone was tied up. When I was ten or eleven, I started to experiment with self-bondage. I tied myself up at night and played games with ropes or anything else I could find and figure out how to use.

I remember one time when I discovered an old trunk in our back shed. One day I emptied it out and climbed in. As the top slammed shut, I was excited to be helplessly locked inside. It was dark and rather small. I sat there and imagined being held captive by ruthless pirates on the high seas or some other bit of fantasy. I immediately realized that even at that age, being locked up and helpless excited me. That was all well and good until I discovered that there was no way to release the locks on the outside of the trunk that had snapped shut. There was no way to get to them and let myself out. I was definitely stuck. I think the excitement lessened at that point.

Luckily my grandfather, who lived next door, had seen me go into the building. After a few minutes when he didn't see me come back out, he decided to see what devilish thing I was doing. Seeing all the old bedding and discarded clothes outside the trunk, he knew where I was. He sat down in an old rocker and let me struggle, trying to end my dilemma. Probably a half hour passed before I decided that there was no possible escape. I was definitely stuck and yelled for help.

When he finally opened the trunk, I was a sweaty mess. I was tired from pushing and prying, but relieved that he found me. Well, he wasn't just going to let me go. He did inform me however that I would have probably died in there from the lack of air if I had been in there much longer. He made me promise to never do it again. That was followed by a couple of quick swats on my butt with a warning that my punishment would be a lot worse if I ever tried anything like that again. Yea, like that would deter me. Several other times I closed myself in that tiny prison, but I always had a way out.

Then one time when I was older, Julie came for her summer visit. One day she went shopping with my aunt and my mom, so I decided to take my "special" ropes and disappear down in the woods near the creek to play my secret little games. Well she obviously arrived home just as I entered the trees and quietly followed me. When I got to my favorite spot, I stripped bare assed naked and threw one of the ropes up over a branch. On each end of the short rope I had tied slip knots so I could put my hands in the loops and then swing out from an old log at the base of the tree. I would hang there by my wrists for as long as I could stand it. I loved the feeling of being naked, exposed and helplessly bound.

I hung there for just a short time when I was startled by her voice.

"What ya doing, Bobby?" she asked with a sing-song tone that said, "Ha, ha, I caught you."

"Oh shit!" I whispered, as I tried to quickly free myself.

I panicked and attempted to get loose, but in my haste I just made things worse. When she got close, she giggled, knowing I was stuck.

"I've been watching you for quite a while. It seems that you really like this, don't you? I bet you come down here a lot and do things like this."

I struggled again, as she walked around in front of me.

"Please just go away so I can get down," I begged.

"Why, and miss all this fun?"

She stood right there, not three feet from me, exactly eye level with my fully exposed, erect, little cock. I was rock hard and so embarrassed but couldn't do anything about it. After all I was totally naked, and she was a girl.

Then she noticed another piece of rope at the base of the tree. As she picked it up, she asked, "So Bobby, how do you normally get yourself untied and back down from there?"

"I... ah... I swing my legs up over the branch and pull myself up high enough to release the ropes."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" she giggled.

"Please, Julie... don't."

She laughed, as she tied my feet together and looped the rope around a short stub that stuck out from the downed log below me. Now I was completely at her mercy. There was no possible way to escape.

"This really excites you doesn't it?" she asked, as she continued to stare at my erection.

"Yes," I whispered sheepishly, as I just looked down at the ground.

She never touched me, but I'm sure she was definitely intrigued by my hard cock. I'm sure it was the first guy's pecker that she'd ever seen. Then she sat on the ground with her legs crossed Indian style and watched me hang there helplessly. With her legs wide open like that and wearing a rather short skirt she knew I could see her little white panties with the red hearts. She was definitely playing with me.

"What are you looking at Bobby? You like my pretty panties?"

"Hey, you're looking at me, aren't you?" I replied, trying to defend my actions.

"Yea, but you're the one who tied himself up so everyone who came along could see your cute little peter."

"Cute? Come on, Julie; please... just let me down."

"I will when I'm good and ready, but tell me... why do you like this so much? Do you like to be tied up?"

"Ah, I don't know. I just do."

She laughed, as I struggled to free myself.

"Then why are you trying to get loose. If you like it so much, just relax and enjoy it. I'll untie you when I'm ready. But right now I enjoy seeing you so totally helpless."

"But I'm naked."

"So?"

She let me hang there for quite a while. Finally the excitement was gone, and my hard-on disappeared. My cock just hung down on my balls.

Finally she released my legs and headed back towards the house. The problem was she took all my clothes with her. I may have gotten my feet back on the ground, but I was still totally naked. As I looked up the trail, I noticed one of my socks hanging from a small twig next to the path. She continued to toy with me. I walked up and put it on. From there I could see my tee shirt. I slipped that over my head and slowly moved on up the trail. The next item I found was those pretty white panties with the little red hearts.

"Come on, Julie. You can't expect me to wear these," I said, hoping she would hear me.

She spoke, as she stepped from behind a nearby tree. "You will if you want the rest of your clothes. After all, you really liked looking at them, didn't you? Go ahead; put them on."

Reluctantly I put on her panties.

"Oh, you look so cute in them. I can tell you really like them too." she exclaimed, as she moved in closer.

I looked down and realized there was a definite bulge rapidly growing behind those little red hearts. That made me even more embarrassed. She just laughed as she gave me the rest of my clothes. As we made it up the last hill, I noticed that she was wearing my white Fruit of the Looms to cover her cute little ass. I just laughed to myself, as she went right to her room.

When I got to my room, I swung the door shut and quickly undressed. With my headphones on and my music blasting, I flopped down on my bed and started stroking my hard cock. The excitement of the day raged through me. I had her panties in my left hand, pushed in under my nose while I continued to jerk off. Her scent was different, but so enticing. As I drew in a deep breath, ribbons of hot spunk splattered against my chest, causing me to moan in pure heavenly bliss. As I came down from my sexual high, some movement caught my eye. My bedroom door was quietly pulled shut.

"Fuck!" I whispered. "She must have been watching me."

I was sure I closed it, but when I looked one of my socks had kept the door from closing all the way. I wondered how I was going to face her after all that happened this morning, but she never said a word.

When I finally checked, she was downstairs, so I snuck into her room and returned her panties. That night I discovered them on my pillow. I just smiled.

As I lay in bed and reminisced about my day, I wondered why I was so turned on by those little white panties. Sure, all guys my age have tried to look up girls' skirts, hoping to get even the slightest glimpse of a girl's panties. It's normal but left me a little concerned.

That wasn't the end of our bondage games. Several more times before she headed back to California, we played down in the woods. It became very obvious that even at that age, she was the dominant one. She only let me tie her up once. She wasn't completely naked either. She kept on her bra and panties, denying me full view of her shapely, budding body. I wanted to see all of her but was deprived of that pleasure.

Me... I was always totally naked. She insisted, telling me that was the way it was going to be. After all, being a woman meant that she was definitely in charge. Several times during those weeks, she insisted that I dress in her panties. She made it known that she was my boss, and I was required to do what she said. I willing did.

Time passed, and she returned to LA. We texted each other several times a day. Finally school started once more.

One morning I was sitting in second period study hall when my phone started to vibrate. Julie texted me and sent me a picture.

"Can't wait to see you in these. I bet you'll really like them. lol"

The picture was of a little hot pink lacy thong. I sat there grinning at the text and immediately started to get hard.

"They're really hot. I can't wait to try them."

"I know, ha, ha, ha!!!"

"Well, put on one of the pairs I left you and send me a pic tonight. lol"

"ok"

That night I did as she requested.

A few days later I got the tiny pink thong in the mail. I put it on and took some pictures.

There was a note enclosed, "Make sure you wear these to school tomorrow, so you are thinking of me."

I did.

Shortly after that she sent me a link from the internet. It was a Femdom site devoted entirely to bondage and discipline.