TEENAGER TIED

Alexis Moore sat on the edge of her bed. The fourteen 
year old turned over the cold metal handcuffs, almost 
with a feeling of awe. She couldn't believe she had 
actually gone into that shop at the mall, and bought 
them. She knew her face had been beet red from 
embarrassment, and she could see the clerk trying not 
to smirk, knowing perfectly well what they would be 
for, but she had done it, she bought them.

The naked girl shivered, not from cold, it was more 
than warm enough in her bedroom, but from excitement. 
She had discovered a fascination with bondage by 
accident, after seeing some pictures of women tied up 
and helpless, on the net. It had stirred something deep 
inside her. Mostly, deep inside her teenage pussy!

Until now, she had only played the most harmless games, 
wearing a doggie collar around the house when no one 
was home, or putting clothes pins on her nipples when 
she was in her room. She discovered the slight pain 
created an extra huge rush when she masturbated with 
the clothes pins on.

She had been very careful, having read accounts of 
people who played bondage games alone, and ended up in 
terribly embarrassing situations. She had no intention 
of letting herself get trapped that way, naked and 
needing her parents to help her. The handcuffs were 
very safe, there was even an extra key she had hidden 
in her computer desk drawer.

Idly, she closed one of the hand cuff steel rings 
around the bar of her bed headboard. Without really 
thinking, she closed the other around her wrist. A shot 
of adrenalin went through her, her heat beat jumped. 
She was really handcuffed to her own bed!

She grinned wickedly as she wondered what her parents 
would say if they came home and found her like this. 

Then fate shattered her daydream. A car just going by 
the house laid on is horn. The sudden sound make Alexis 
jump. The hand cuffed arm caused her to be jerked side 
ways, and the key went flying from her free hand. 

FUCK! She looked around, she had not even seen where it 
had flown to! Frantically, she visually scanned every 
inch of the carpet, praying it was close enough she 
could pull it towards her with her foot. But the key 
was nowhere to be seen. She tried to stretch far enough 
to reach her computer desk. Not even close. And her 
damn bed was much too heavy for her to drag closer to 
the desk. 

She tried to force herself to calm down. She still had 
hours left before her parents got home. She sat down on 
the bed, her cuffed arm crossing in front of her. She 
wasn't even cuffed on the proper wrist to set 
comfortably. She started breathing slowly, telling 
herself she just needed to be calm, and not panic. 

Carefully, she looked at every inch of her bedroom 
carpet. AND COULD NOT SEE THE DAMN KEY! Where the hell 
could it have flown to? She tried to slip her hand out 
of the cuff, but it was closed too tight. No way, 
without breaking her hand, was she going to get out of 
it that way. Her parents WERE going to come home and 
find her, nude and handcuffed. Her lower lip started to 
quiver, she was on the edge of crying. 

A flare up of anger forced her to stop that. She needed 
to think! She looked around her room again, not for the 
key this time, but for anything else that might help 
her. She could reach her phone! Oh, yea, dddduuuuhhhh, 
like who was she going to call? The fire dept? Sure, 
they would come screaming to the house with sirens 
blaring, alerting every snoop on the street. And 
wouldn't they love to find a naked teenage girl in 
handcuffs! 

She really wasn't worried about getting raped, but 
wouldn't they take their sweet time getting a good look 
while they got her out of the damn handcuffs! And they 
would have to make out the report and tell her parents.

A girlfriend from school? Oh, yea, and it would be all 
over the city in 5 minutes, every kid in school would 
know about it. She would never live the humiliation 
down.

Then her heart skipped a beat. There was ONE person she 
could call. The one person she had always turned to 
when she was in trouble. Her uncle Norm. Actually, he 
wasn't really her uncle. He was their neighbor, but he 
had lived next to her parents before she was even born. 
He had just "always been there" as she grew up.

He had always been there to help her out when she got 
into trouble. Like when she was playing with her yo-yo 
and it broke the window, she called him and he had it 
fixed before her parents ever got home, and had the 
glass all cleaned up. Or when her brand new roller 
skates got stolen in the park, because she left them on 
the bench while she went to talk to some friends. He 
had taken her to the store and bought the exact same 
type, so her parents never knew. On any of the other 
dozens of times he had been there. 

She could call him, he would come to the rescue yet 
again. BUT, he had never rescued her while she was 
handcuff and stark naked. The little girl he had always 
helped was a young woman, a nude young woman. She 
tugged and tugged at the cuff, there was just no way 
she was going to slip through them. She would have to 
call him. She just hoped he was home!

Awkwardly, she turned and twisted till she was able to 
reach the phone. With one hand trying to hold it and 
dial, it took a couple times before she got the number 
dialed right.

He answered on the 4th ring! Her heart was in her 
throat and her mouth dry. "Uncle Norm, I need your 
help." 

There was a sigh, and a short laugh. "What trouble are 
you in this time, Alexis?"

"I'm... Well, I'm... Uncle Norm, can you just come over 
and help me? Please, before my folks get home?"

She heard a sigh at the other end of the phone. A sigh 
she knew well, the one he gave every time he silently 
agreed to help her, agreed without saying it. "I'll be 
right over."

"Thanks, Uncle Norm, the front door is open, just walk 
in."

It was just a walk across two lawns for him, but for 
Alexis, it seemed to take forever, as she sat there 
totally humiliated at what he would see when he got to 
her. She swore, once she was out of the cuffs, she 
would NEVER fool around with this bondage stuff again.

She heard the front door open, and heard him walk in. 
"Alexis!" he called out, "where are you?" 

A tear rolled down her cheek, a tear of shame. She 
really, really, didn't want to answer, but there was no 
other choice. "I'm upstairs, Uncle Norm, in my room."

"Well, come on down and tell me what the problem is."

The teenager hung her head in shame. "I can't, you have 
to come up here."

She heard is foot steps on the stairs, she was looking 
at her bare legs and feet, could not look at the door. 

"ALEXIS! What the hell? Who hand cuffed you to the bed, 
are you ok?"

He was in front of her, gently cupping his hand under 
her chin and lifting her head, looking at her tears of 
shame flowing down her cheeks.

"Don't tell me your parents did this to you!"

He started to reach for a blanket to cover her. 

"No, Uncle Norm, they didn't. I did this to myself."

He stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean, did 
it to yourself?" The blanket was in his hand, but he 
was making no move to cover her now.

She thought she was going to die when she had to 
explain it, but now, with him there, it all came out in 
a flood. "I found some sites on the net, about... 
bondage, and stuff, with... pictures." I wanted to... 
see what it was like. So I bought these hand cuffs, in 
a store at the mall. I didn't mean to handcuff myself 
to the bed, I just tried them out, but I dropped the 
key, and I didn't see where it went, it's got to be on 
the floor here somewhere." 

"There's a spare key in the computer desk drawer."

"I'll get that one, you can look for the other one 
later." 

Alexis realized he had made no effort to cover her nude 
body. THEN she realized, the key was not the only thing 
in that desk drawer! An entire new shame shot through 
her, and her face went red again. 

He opened the drawer, and picked up the candle and 
Halloween glow stick she used to masturbate with. 
Alexis thought she was going to die. If there had been 
a crack in the wall, she would have crawled into it.

He put them back, never saying a word, but he could not 
stop the small smile. Then he found the key. He sat 
down on the bed next to her, the key in his hand, but 
making no attempt now to free her. "Alexis, everyone 
becomes curious about life, and all it's variations. 
There's no need to be ashamed about it. Until it gets 
you into trouble."

"You mean like getting yourself handcuffed naked to 
your own bed?" She felt the need to stress that she was 
still naked. He had done such good job of over looking 
it. That was the one thing about him that had always 
driven her crazy. No matter what the situation, he 
never got rattled or seemed surprised. This was one 
time you'd think even HE would be totally off guard, 
but no, he just sat there talking to her. Being cool 
about life was one thing, but he just over did it!

"Yes, like getting handcuffed naked to your own bed. 
These bondage games should NEVER be played alone, it 
could have been much worse. But I'm sure you all ready 
had enough of imagining that."

He left the room, actually left her there, and walked 
out without saying a word.! Alexis was totally 
confused. He came back in a few minutes later, with one 
of her fathers ties. Without saying a word, he went to 
her and grabbed her free wrist, tied the tie around it 
and quickly tied that arm to the other side of her bed! 
This was definitely NOT what she was expecting when she 
called him for help!

He stood there, looking at her nude, bound body as she 
turned and twisted, fought with the necktie. But Norm 
had tied it so the more she struggled, the tighter it 
got. Finally, worn out, she just dropped down and lay 
there on display.

"There's also no point in telling you to stop, because 
you aren't going to. This episode might put it on hold 
for awhile, but your curiosity will get to you again, 
and you will start again. And could very well get into 
an even worse situation."

She couldn't figure out why he STILL had not unlocked 
the hand cuffs?

"When do your parents get home?"

"Ahhhh, not till 6 or 7"

"All right." He went to her computer and booted it up.

Alexis was worried, embarrassed and curious. "Uncle 
Norm, what are you doing? Just unlock the handcuffs, 
please!"

"Shut up." Alexis was shocked. He had never behaved 
like this, this was not the Uncle Norm she knew. He sat 
in her chair, waiting for her computer to come up. "Can 
you at least COVER me then?"

"You wanted to be naked and handcuffed, well, you're 
naked and cuffed."

She was in shock. In all her life, he had never acted 
like this. She was totally nude, how could he just 
IGNORE her?! 

She could see the screen from her place on the bed. He 
found the pics, the ones that she had "fixed", put her 
own face on pictures of women tied up in all sorts of 
positions, naked and most with spread open pussies. A 
lot of women being spanked or punished too. She had 
never thought it was possible to be this embarrassed 
and still not die.

He shut down the computer, turned and looked at her.

"I was right, you aren't going to stop. You are a lot 
more into this than just 'curious' aren't you?"

"Yes, Uncle Norm."

"OK, you aren't going to stop, and it's not safe to 
play games like this alone. So, the best solution is to 
help you." 

"Yes, that's why I called you, help me out of these 
cuffs!"

"Oh, no. You want to experience bondage, well, you're 
going to. I assume the pictures of you are faked?"

"OF COURSE!"

"Well, before this is over, there may be some real ones 
of you."

Alexis hadn't realized it up till now, but her cunt was 
sopping wet, and hotter than any candling session had 
ever made it. She was even more embarrassed than ever, 
knowing he could probably smell her creaming cunt, if 
not see it.

Norm was checking her desk drawers, stopped, and gave 
out a chuckle. He help up two spring clip style clothes 
pins.

Alexis didn't think it was possible, but her face 
burned even redder, her shame and humiliation grew. 

He walked towards her. She tried to twist away, but 
there was no turning with her hands tied wide apart to 
the bedposts. "Now, what do you possibly use these 
for?" He was standing above her, pressing the clips 
open and letting them snap closed, and was looking down 
at her.

She had her eyes closed. And her mouth closed.

He reached down and pinched her nose closed lightly. 
Not enough to hurt, but enough to stop her breathing 
through the nose.

She finally had to open her mouth to breath. 

"I said, what do you use these for?" 

Her voice was barely a whisper as she answered. "I wear 
them." She knew he had all ready guessed where she wore 
them.

"Where?"

Damn him, he was going to make her tell him. Probably 
make her tell him EVERYTHING before he uncuffed her. "I 
put them on my..."

"On your what, Alexis?"

"my nipples, it hurts, but it hurts good."

"Well, then, let the hurting begin." He put the clothes 
pins on her, she twitched a bit, but started breathing 
faster.

He left her there, and went back to her desk. She 
didn't believe it, he walked away from her! A shiver 
went through her, knowing what else he was about to 
find.

He took a long feather from the drawer, and held it up, 
looking at it. He ran his finger lightly over the edge. 

He was smiling was he returned to the naked, bound 
fourteen year old. " And what's the feather for? Maybe 
you saved it for nature class at school?"

He was toying with her, teasing her, she knew he had 
already guessed what the feather was for. She just did 
NOT want to admit it.

"What's the feather for, Alexis?"

"I tickle myself with it."

"Tickle yourself? Where? Your nose?" He lowered the 
feather and began running it around her nose, over the 
delicate skin between her nose and upper lip. 

She twisted and turned to get away from it, but there 
was no escape. "No", she gasped out, "not my nose". 

"What do you tickle then? I can keep this up until you 
do tell me, your choice."

The teenager felt like she would rather die than admit 
this. But she had put herself in this spot, and he was 
the only way out.

"I tickle my nipples, and my..." She could not say it, 
not to a man.

"Like this?" He began to fun the feather so very 
lightly over her breasts, just barely making contact 
with her skin. Already turned on by the situation, her 
cunt began to juice, her nipples thicken and extend. 
She was totally humiliated, and totally turned on.

After spending several minutes, he let the feather 
gently slide down her tummy to her shaven pussy. 
Actually, he stopped where her bush would have been, if 
she hadn't shaved. He began to run the feather over 
that area, then down the inside of her thighs. In 
seconds, she was gasping for breath, her heart was 
slamming in her chest. In automatic response, she 
thrust her hips into the air, pushing her ass up off 
the bed.

She was close to cumming. She had never realized it was 
possible to cum without even having something touch or 
enter her cunt. THEN NORM STOPPED!

He dropped the feather on the bed and went back to her 
desk and computer! She did not believe it, she was 
right on the edge, he couldn't just stop now! Her 
teenage body screamed for release, for satisfaction. 
And he acted as if she wasn't even in the room! "Why... 
why did you stop?" 

He laughed. "To teach you a lesson, about getting 
yourself into situations you shouldn't. And because I 
felt like it, and because there isn't a fucking damn 
thing you can do about it."

In her situation, she would have expected to have been 
beyond being shocked. Yet she was, in her entire life, 
she had never heard him swear worse than "damn." 

Then he found her candle and her chemical glow stick. 
She had been praying that he would miss them, but she 
knew he wouldn't. They were right there where she could 
get to them anytime she wanted, (which was every day) 
and get them quick.

He pulled them out next. He held them a moment, noticed 
they seemed to be coated, or perhaps, "glazed". Alexis 
wanted to die, he actually sniffed them! He knew what 
she used them for, where they had been. 

But he walked over to her anyway. "And these?" 

Knowing he all ready knew did not make admitting it any 
easier. "I... use them." Her voice was barely above a 
whisper.

"For?"

Suddenly, her temper flared. She had called him to help 
her, not to have him tie her to the bed and go through 
her personal things.  I masturbate with them! There, is 
that what you wanted to hear?"

He didn't answer her question. Instead, he got up, went 
to her closet and got a winter scarf out. Alexis was 
watching him the entire time, couldn't imagine what he 
was going to do with it. She continued to watch as he 
moved close to her. He lifted her head with one hand, 
slipped the scarf under her and then wrapped it around 
her, blindfolding her.

She heard him walk out of the room. The nude teenager 
lay on the bed, trying to sort things out. This was 
what she wanted! Since she had first stumbled across 
the pictures of the women tied up, naked or half naked, 
forced to submit, she had fantasized about her being 
the one tied. Now she was tied and naked, blindfolded 
and at the mercy of the man she called to rescue her! 
She was excited, her nipples were as stiff as nails and 
her pussy gushing, but she was scared too. What if Norm 
had some side to him she had never seen before? She had 
made herself totally helpless.

She felt like a total slut, like a whore. Sometimes, in 
school, when they got into an argument, they called 
each other "slut", but didn't really mean it. She was 
one, now.

She jumped when she felt the light touch of the feather 
on the side of her throat. She had been concentrating 
on her situation and never even heard him enter the 
room. Her body was immediately covered in goosebumps as 
the feather trailed down the her side, over her ridge 
cage. She had never realized that part of her body 
could give a sexual thrill too. Or more likely, 
touching any part of her now would feel like a sexual 
thrill.

He trailed the feather down her side, down her thigh, 
over her knees. He began tickling her feet with the 
feather. She started laughing, her feet were sooo 
ticklish. In minutes, he had her gasping for breath. 
Then he simply stopped, not touching her anywhere, not 
making a sound. Leaving Alexis in suspense. What would 
he do next? Tickle again, something sexual? Something 
painful? The waiting and not knowing was worse than the 
tickling.

Then the feather touched her again, touched the shaven 
skin above her pussy. She had shaved 5 days ago, there 
was just the faintest hint of stubble, but ever hair 
stubble the feather touched sent a tiny sensation 
through her. He played the feather down the sides of 
her cunt, barely touching her pussy lips, sending wave 
after wave of pleasure through her body. 

Alexis began to make small noises in her throat, not 
words, not groans, but whimpering sounds, sounds of 
sexual ecstasy. Norm was watching her close, when her 
tummy muscles began to twitch and jump, he knew she was 
close to climax. And he stopped. Moved back from the 
tied teenager. It actually took Alexis a moment to 
realize it. "NOOOOO, don't stop!" Not now, I need to 
cum, Norm! You can't leave me like this! PLEASEEEEE, I 
HAVE TO CUM!!"

Then Alexis let out a scream, her back and hips arched 
up, as he put her candle in her cunt. The candle he had 
let soak in the ice water he'd gone downstairs to get. 
The icy cold candle hitting her sex heated cunt was 
something she would never forget.

"FUCK, IT'S FREEZING! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO 
ME?!"

He pulled it out quickly, and she missed it more than 
ever before.

Then a totally new feeling exploded in her, she shoved 
her hips into it, it went through her cunt, through her 
heart, through her mind and soul all at the same time, 
as he leaned forward and began to lick her pussy.

His beard tickled her inner thighs at the same time his 
tongue probed deep inside her, his nose was grinding 
into her pussy lips. 

This was IT, this is what she had lived for, this was 
her purpose in life, to feel what was going on in her 
body, in her soul, in her cunt, right now.

He had teased her, kept her at the edge, for too long. 
Her orgasm tore through her young body much sooner than 
she wanted, but it was like no orgasm she had ever had 
before. She always came when she masturbated, but it 
had never, ever, been like this. When it finally 
drifted away, she dropped back on the bed, spend and 
exhausted. 

It took minutes before she could even start to think 
again. Her body was soaked with sweat, her cunt flooded 
with juice, even the sheets were soaked, and so was 
Norm's beard.

He untied her, got the spare key and unlocked her from 
the handcuffs. He leaned forward and kissed her, not 
the kiss on the cheek she had always gotten from him, 
but a full kiss on the mouth. He picked her up with 
ease, as if she were nothing but a large doll. Then he 
carried her to the bathroom, set her down in the 
shower. 

Quickly, he was out of his own clothes and in the 
shower with her. He turned the water on, standing under 
the spray himself, till he had it perfect, then moved 
her under the water.

He soaped up her soft body, with frequent hugging and 
passionate kissing under the spray. He ran the bar of 
soap over her breasts, down her tummy, over her pubic 
bone. He was behind her, sliding the soap and his hands 
over every inch of her front, letting her stand there, 
soaking up the hot water and the feelings. She could 
feel his hard cock pushing against her butt, slipping 
between her cheeks. 

She wondered if he would fuck her. Though she 
masturbated daily, she was still a virgin. But she was 
ready to give her pussy to him. She owed him that much, 
for what he had just given her.

When he had finished washing her front, turned her 
around, now they were face to face. They kissed more, 
under the hot spraying water, as he washed her back, 
with his arms reaching around her. Now his cock was 
brushing against her tummy. She tried to lift herself 
up, to let it slide inside her. She wanted his cock 
inside her. But he stopped her. "I don't have a condom, 
and you're not on the pill. We can't take the chance, 
not now."

But she had to do something for him, she owed him. With 
a gleam in her eye, she slid down to her knees. With 
the hot water pouring over her, she took his cock in 
her mouth.

She had wondered for a long long time what giving a 
blow job would be like, now she was going to find out. 
She wanted to make it a great one. She had read dozens 
of stories on line about sucking cock, she hoped it 
would help her now. She owed him. She had called him to 
help her get out of the handcuffs, and he had helped 
her far more than she ever fantasized.

Norm put his hands gently on her head, guiding her 
motions, slowing her down when she got too eager. 
Alexis concentrated on what she was feeling, and 
tasting. She had watched a few bj porno clips on line, 
and plenty of still pictures, she had even "practiced" 
on hot dogs in her room. Now it was real.

Suddenly, it was very, very real. He was cumming in her 
mouth! Some woman pull back and immediately try to spit 
it out, Alexis clamped her lips tighter around his cock 
and swelled as much as she could. She felt like a slut, 
a cheap whore, but she loved it, she couldn't stop 
herself. Even after his cock was empty, she kept 
sucking it, until it went soft and slipped from between 
her lips.

He lifted her to her feet, and kissed her again, not 
caring about tasting himself on her lips, or on the 
tongue that was now probing his mouth.

They finished their shower, he toweled her dry. She was 
lost in a foggy dream world of lingering sensations.

He gave her one last kiss. "I have to go, wouldn't be 
good for your parents to get home and find us. Go look 
for the key, and be more careful. Those are games you 
should not play by yourself."

Then he was gone, out of her house and back to his own. 
Alexis seemed to drift more than walk to her room, 
haphazardly getting herself dressed. 

Supper was the same, she was off in her dream world, 
barely aware of the food, or her parents, what they 
were saying.

The ringing of the phone hardly registered with her. 
Her father answered. 

She jumped in shock when he said, "Alexis, it's your 
Uncle Norm." She nearly panicked. Surely he wasn't 
feeling guilty and was going to confess what had 
happened?

"He wants to know if we think you're old enough to earn 
some money doing housework for him, cleaning, laundry, 
dishes. He said he's tired of the bachelor mess, and 
the experience will be good for you."

Her mouth was dry, she was amazed her father couldn't 
hear her heart pounding, it was beating so fast and 
loud. She fought to try and keep her cool. "Yea, I 
guess so, long as it's for pay. Not too much work 
though."

Her father told Norm she would do it, and hung up the 
phone. He laughed. "Maybe he's have a little French 
Maid outfit for you!"

Alexis hung her head low. Her father figured it was to 
hide her embarrassment. Alexis was trying to hide the 
wicked, evil grin on her face. "I don't think he'll 
have me wear anything, Dad."