Tricked by the Brat

“Babysitting the brat again?” Sean exclaimed as he put the tray down, he was clearly upset at having the evening plans changed. “What is it this time?”

Sam sighed and took her drink. Sean seemed to lose his temper pretty quickly these days. Not a good sign, but she still enjoyed his company, and he could be very sweet. She shrugged and looked apologetic.

“I know it’s a pain, hun. But the O’Brian’s are in a fix, they have some family emergency and they don’t want Tiffany tagging along causing trouble so they asked me if I can stay the night. They pay really well hun, and with my uni grant used up I need the extra cash. Sorry about the movie though, I’ll make it up to you.”

“She’s seventeen for fucks sake.”

Sam glanced around at the coffee shop wishing Sean would control his language. Even if she agreed that it was stupid too, but Tiffany O’Brian was something of a problem for her parents.

“You know it’s not really babysitting. I just have to stay there and make sure she doesn’t have anyone round or go out or anything. It’s more like being a prison guard, especially with the way she sulks.”

Her boyfriend shook his head. “It’s messed up. They should just throw her out.”

She sipped on her coke a moment in thought. “They are way too nice for that, although, if you ask me, they’re half the problem, they kept her so protected from everything when she was younger. No TV, no internet till last year. She’s so naïve really, you know. It’s no surprise she is going a bit wild at college.”

Sean shrugged theatrically, clearly intent on making her feel guilty. “I guess.”

Sam tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ear, trying to think of a way to ease the tension. She smiled.

“I have an idea, why don’t I tell my folks I am staying there all weekend…”

Sean grinned. “That could work.”

She nodded, “and we get Saturday night and all of Sunday for ourselves.”

Sean looked at her sideways. “Of course… you could sneak me in again tonight, you know like last time…”

Sam blushed. A few weeks ago she had had to look after ‘The Brat’ and she had let Sean in for a while one Tiffany had shut herself in the room for the night. Chatting quietly had turned to snogging, and that naturally led to fondling and groping. They had managed to just refrain from going for it on the rug, but it had been close. Sam was tempted but the look on Tiffany’s face the next day had made her worried.

“I…. don’t think we should Sean… I am pretty sure Tiffany knew I had someone round. If her folks found out…” She trailed off seeing Sean’s expression darken. Guiltily she looked down at her cup. “well…” She acquiesced, “maybe you could come, just for a little while. I’ll text you if it looks okay.”

Sean’s expression cleared a little and he nodded. “Cool. I’ll look forwards to it.”

Sam gulped down the rest of her coffee and rose from the table. “I have a class in ten minutes, I have to run babe. See you tonight maybe.”

Sean’s eyes followed her. “Hope so.”

Sam smiled back at him and blew a kiss, while wishing he could be a little more understanding, then rushed back to the campus.

“Oh Sam, we are so grateful. It means such a lot you can do this for us.” Rebecca O’Brian smiled and handed her a wad of notes. Behind her, her husband, Liam, was writing a phone number on a card.

Sam smiled. “It’s no problem. I have plenty of studying to do.” She glanced at the money. “Oh Mrs O’Brian, this is too much.. I can’t…”

The older woman cut her off. “I won’t hear of it, you are doing us a massive favour. And I have told you before, it’s Liam and  Rebecca. Now, we plan in being back sometime tomorrow morning,. Probably before lunch. Is that okay?”

Sam nodded. If truth be told. She quite liked staying at the O’Brians. Tiffany could be again, but she wasn’t as bad as some people said. And Liam and Rebecca had a really nice house. Liam was some kind of software geek and Rebecca did illustrations for books. Between them they must have made a fair bundle. They were a very good looking couple too, Sam envied Rebecca’s straight dark hair and her pale complexion and Liam was very dishy for an older guy, even with retro look pony tail.

During her babysitting nights Sam had often had sneaky peeks around the house and she had seen some photos of the O’Brians back in the day. They had been Goths once upon a time, and she noticed they both still tended to wear a lot of black.

Liam smiled as he stepped past her through the front door and put a large bag in the boot of the Audi. He glanced back, “There’s plenty of food in the fridge, help yourself to a beer if you want one.”

Rebecca kissed her on the cheek.

“Don’t take any nonsense form her. If she steps foot out the door, ring us at once, okay?”

Sam smiled. “No problem… Rebecca.”

And then they were gone, the car’s lights disappearing into the autumn night. Sam closed and locked the door and headed into the lounge with her overnight bag. Tiffany was upstairs judging by the bass beat that could just be heard from the stairs.

Tiffany slipped of her coat. She had put on a little black dress before coming and, in case Sean came round, she had worn his favourite black lingerie and stockings. Not that she was going to let anything happen. She almost had herself convinced over that one.

Sam had just started outlining her essay on twentieth century poets when she heard Tiffany’s feet on the stairs. Tiffany’s impish face appeared around doorway.

“Hi Sam. They stuck your for zookeeper tonight huh?”

Sam smiled. “Hi Tiff, yep, it’s just you and me.”

Tiff slipped into the lounge. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a t-shirt with some metal band Sam had never heard of on it, complete with images of a flaming skull. She plopped herself down in an armchair.

“Don’t suppose I could persuade you to let me out for a bit? No one needs to know.”

Sam shook her head. “You know the drill, Tiff. You go, I call them, and you are grounded for a month. Just do your time and they’ll forget all about… whatever it is you did to piss them off this time.”

“It sucks. They treat me like a kid.” She pouted.

“Well stop acting like one, hun.” Sam sighed. “They are only trying to look after you. Some of those friends you hang around with rare not exactly A-level academics are they?”

The younger girl shrugged. “I like them, at least they don’t keep secrets and they tell me the truth.”

Sam wondered what that meant, but didn’t want to pry. “Well that Gary Hutchinson has  really bad rep. I am pretty sure he got arrested or something, we were in the same year at High school you know.”

Tiffany smiled. “Yeah, he told me that. Yeah, he made a few mistakes, but he’s not that bad really.”

There was something about the way Tiffany spoke that was making alarm bells ring in her head. “Tiffany, you haven’t… um… “

“What? Had sex?” Tiffany smirked. “Maybe… maybe not, I’m not gonna go round shouting it to you so you can tell mum and dad. Truth be told, he is not my type really.”

Sam wondered what on earth Tiff’s ‘type’ might be. Sam knew Tiff’s experience with men was limited and recent, and she would hate to se her get hurt.

“Just be careful okay?”

Tiff smiled. “I always am.”

Sam decided it was time for a subject change. “So, do you want to do anything? Play a game, watch a movie?”

The girl pointed at Sam’s books. “Looks like you have to study.”

“I should really, but I am here for you and your folks. If you want the company…”

Tiff gave her a sidelong look. “I can keep myself amused. I’ll go listen to some tunes in my room and maybe play on the computer. But I’m pretty tired, I might hit the pillows early.”

Sam hopes that was true, she did need to study.

“Okay, but I’m here if you need me.”

“Oh, I know that, Sam.” Tiff smiled. Again Sam felt slightly unsettled by the girl’s tone. Tiffany grinned and the look accentuated her triangular face and slightly elfin appearance to make her look decidedly mischievous.

“So…Is Sean coming over later?”

Sam blinked. “Um… no… why would you..?”

“Well you don’t exactly look like you are dressed for a night of studying. I figured you were dressed for another late night make out session. You know, like last time?”

Sam cursed inwardly. She had suspected Tiff had guessed. “I… okay, fair enough, he came over to keep me company a little. It won’t happen again.” Sam sighed, Sean was not going to like that.

“Oh I don’t mind, I can stay out of the way.”

Sam shook her head. “No, I’m sorry, it’s not right really, I shouldn’t have let him in last time. Your parents have to trust me. Now… I could really do with studying…”

Tiffany’s brow furrowed. “No fun. Okay I get the message. I’ll go to my room and play the dutiful daughter. See you in the morning.”

“g’night, Tiff.”

Sam listened as Tiff’s footfalls disappeared upstairs. In a few minutes the music booked out again, then the volume reduced. Sam smiled, at least Tiffany seemed in a decent mod and was being pretty considerate and making life easier for them both.

Sam made herself a cup of tea, slipped of her shoes and got stuck into studying. It was after ten o’clock when she finally closed her notebook.

“That’ll do for tonight.”

She leaned back in the couch and turned on the TV. Her brain was still pretty busy from working, but the programs had nothing of interest to her. She sat wondering what to do. She was not at all tired, but she was fed up with books for the night. Sam tilted her head. There hadn’t much noise form upstairs for a while. She had better leave it a little longer to be safe.  She pulled out her phone and texted Sean.

‘Coast clear, Cum round about 11. <3 – S

A few moments later her phone buzzed with a replay, just one word. ‘OK’

She sighed and lay down on the couch to wait while she half watched some rubbish on TV. A few minutes later she paused and turned the Volume down on the remote. Was that a noise upstairs?

Tiff rose form the couch and padded up the stairs. She listened at the top of the landing but there were no sounds. She glanced under Tiffany’s bedroom door, but no light showed. Sam took the last couple of steps to the landing and tiptoes down the corridor to Tiffany’s parent’s room. They had their own toilet en suite and Sam had always figured it was better to use that one since the main bathroom was next door to Tiffany’s room.

Of course the fact this gave her a chance to have a quick snoop around the O’Brian’s bedroom had nothing to do with it.

Sure.

Sam slipped into the bedroom and pushed the door almost closed. She turned the dimmer switch on and up so she could see well enough and quickly padded across the plush carpet to the adjoining toilet. After she was done she flushed and washed her hands. She went to the door and glanced down the landing corridor. Still no signs of movement or sound.

Grinning to herself, Sam decided to have a sneaky look around. She had pocked about a little once or twice. It made her feel wicked and, if she was honest, it actually got her a little hot, the thought of being caught. She opened a wardrobe, Rebecca had some great clothes. If Sam was a bit more daring, she would lobe to try on some of the stylish dresses, but her nerves always gave out.

She pushed the door to quietly and slid open a drawer. It was full of Liam’s boxers and socks. Making a face she pushed the drawer shut and opened the top drawer on the other side of the wardrobe.

“Bingo.”

Rebecca’s lingerie. Sam whistled, there was some lovely stuff. Stockings, suspenders, basques. Most of them in black or red.

“Sean would love to see me in some of these…”

She carefully pulled out a particularly sexy black undercup corset with suspenders. She held it up against herself sighing. She walked to the tall mirror in the corner and admired the look.

“Mmm, sexy as hell.”

There was a movement in the corner of her eye and she turned to see Tiffany, still fully dressed,  holding up a mobile, grinning.

“Gotcha sneak!”

“Shit, Tiffany!”

I caught you good!

Sam’s heart was hammering and she quickly put the corset back in the drawer and pushed it shut, her hands trembling.

“W… I thought you were asleep…”

“I can see that! Mum is gonna kill you!”

Sam panicked. “Please Tiff, delete that. I promise I’ll never do it again. I was just being nosey!”

Tiffany shook her head. “No way, you are in deep shit!”

Sam moaned. “Come on Tiffany… please.. I need the money!”

Tiffany just looked at her sternly.

“You should have thought of that before you went snooping!”

Sam’s blood was pounding in her ears and she was shaking like a leaf.

“Tiff, please… “ She tried to think…”How about we make a deal… maybe you could go out after all?”

Tiff glanced at her watch. “nah, it’s way too late now.”

Sam bit her lip in frustration. “There must be something…”

Tiff stopped and looked thoughtful… “Maybe.”

Sam nodded. “Tell me, please.”

The younger girl out a finger to her lip and nibbled on her nail a moment. “Well, there is something…”

Sam smiled. “What is it?”

Tiffany walked into her parent’s room and sat on the bed. She pointed to a wooden chest at the foot of the bed. Sam had noticed it before, but it was locked with a large padlock.

Sam shook her head. “I don’t have a key…”

Tiffany scowled. “I know where the key is, I want to know what the stuff inside is all about…”

Sam didn’t know what to think. “Inside?”

Tiffany nodded, she lay on the bed and stuck her arm down behind the headboard fumbling for something. She sat up holding a key and tossed it to the still shaking Sam. Sam missed the catch and bent over to pick it up. Tiffany pointed at the chest.

Sam, trembling, slid the key in the lock. She had to admit to being curious now, even though she knew she should really not be doing this. The key turned easily and she pushed up the lid. Inside was an assortment of stuff, ropes, leather cuffs, collars, there was a box full of rubber items and goodness knows what else.

“Oh!”

Tiffany came and stood beside her. “What’s it all about?”

Sam knew Tiffany was  a bit naïve about the world. Maybe she had never seen or heard of bondage before… Sam’s own experience was very lifted but she knew the basics, enough to recognise most of the things there.

“Uh, well… they are for.. um dressing up in….”

Tiff nodded. “I guessed that much, but what’s with the little padlocks and ropes and stuff.”

Sam drew in a deep breath, her hands still shaking a little. “Um… you know… for bondage games.”

Tifffany looked puzzled. “I am not sure…I have heard of bondage but…”

How to explain to a girl that her parents were into S&M.

“Uhh… well… some people like to get dressed up and… um.. tied up… for… sex.”

Tiffany gaped. “You mean my mum and dad….”

Sam glanced in the chest again. “I am guessing… you mum is the one getting tied from the dresses and stuff… “

Tiffnay sat on the edge of the bed. “Ewww.”

Sam sat next to her. “I am sorry to have shocked you.”

Tiffany looked really surprised. “I… I still don’t get it….why?”

Sam shrugged. “Some people really like the look of a girl all tied up.. some girls like the feeling of being helpless.”

Tiffany looked at Sam. “Have you ever done it?”

Sam blinked… she was about to say it was none of Tifffany’s business, but she wanted to keep Tiffany from telling on her to her parents.

“A couple of times. Nothing like this…”

Tiffnay nodded. “And did you like it?”

Sam nodded. “I guess so, it’s exciting to have the other person control things a little.. it’s hard to explain.”

“I see. You must think I am really dumb”

Sam shook her head, trying to be a friend. Thinking maybe being helpful and kind was the best plan.”

Not at all, you just have not had that Much experience yet. I only knew a little more than you at your age, to be honest.”

“I hate not knowing stuff.” Tiffany sighed. To Sam’s alarm Tiffany looked like she was about to cry.

Sam patted her shoulder. “Well look, I’, right here,  feel free to ask me anything you like.”

The girl sniffed and looked at her. “Really?”

Sam smiled. “Sure, I had a big sister to help me figure things out. I can help you the same way.”

Tiffany smiled. “Cool… thanks Sam.”

Sam smiled, her heart slowing a little. Maybe she was going to get away with this.”

Tiffany rose and looked in the chest again.

“Sam?”

“Yes?”

Could we maybe… get a few of these things you and you could show me how they work?

Sam felt a small surge of alarm.

“I… don’t think that’s a good Idea Tiffany, what if your parent’s found out…”

“They won’t we can be careful….look.” Tiffnay held up her mobile and took a photo of the chest. “See, now we can put it back just right.

Sam had to admit that was a claver idea, but she felt very reluctant.

“I dunno Tiff.”

“If you do this, I’ll delete the photo, I promise. And I will never mention you having Sean over…”

Sam sighed, and a small part of her was dying to know what was in the trunk.

“Okay, just a little bit.”

Tiffany beamed. “Cool!” She started drawing out sets of leather cuffs and padlocks, there were various sizes, but Sam could see they were broadly in pairs. The younger girl held up the smallest pair.

“So what do you think these are, like handcuffs?”

Sam nodded.

Tiffany held up some of the larger sets. “And these?”

Sam looked down at them. “For um… maybe the arms, and the biggest ones for maybe the thighs?”

Tiffnay looked at them. “Can you show me?”

Sam was confused. “I thought I was…”

“No.. I mean… show me… can I put them on you, just to see?”

Sam gaped. “No way!”

Tiffany looked up at her. “Please, Sam? Just for a minute, please…”

“I… no it’s not right.” Sam reached out and grabbed the cuffs to return them to the box. But Tiff hald them tight. She met Sam’s eyes and her expression hardened.

“Sam, please. Or I’ll tell mum you have been snooping.”

Sam pulled back her hand. “Tiffany, that’s not fair.”

Tiffany stuck out her bottom lip. “No, it’s not fair. But that’s the deal. Let me dress you up just l little, and we are quits.”

Sam sighed. “This is crazy.”

Tiffany nodded. “Maybe, but it could be fun too? Come on, it’s just for fun. Just so I can see what it looks like.”

Sam turned away and went and stood in front of the closed curtains. If it shut the brat up, maybe she could do this, just for a minute, besides, she had to admit, the idea was a little tempting.

“Okay.”

Tiff let out a small squeal. “Thank you , Sam. I promise, it’s only for a minute.”

Sam sighed and went and stood beside Tiffany, she held out her hands and Tiffany slipped the leather cuffs around her wrists buckling them in place.

“And this is supposed to look sexy?”

Sam nodded. “I guess, it makes the girl more helpless. Usually the girl has them fastened behind her back.”

“So I guess they use the padlocks to fasten them together?” The girl held up a small brass padlock with a key inserted into it. Sam nodded and Tiffany opened the catch of the padlock. Sam backed away and held up her hands.

“No padlocks.”

“Sam, you promised!”

“Come on Tiffany!”

Sighing, Sam held her hands out in front of her.

“You said behind!”

Sam rolled her eyes and turned around, putting her wrists together. There was a small click and a shiver went down Sam’s spine.

Tiffany giggled excitedly. “what next?”

Sam shrugged, feeling a bit strange with her arms bound in a strangers bedroom. She glanced at the clock, Sean would be here in half an hour or so, she needed to get this over and done with so she could text him.

“Well I guess, the ankles are the next thing.”

Tiff held up the next smallest set of cuffs. “That must be these. You had better sit on the bed, don’t want you falling over.”

Sam perched on the edge of the bed as Tiffany strapped the cuffs around her ankles and used another padlock.

“There.” She beamed, “snug as a bug. So how does it feel?”

Sam wriggled a little and tried to smile. “It’s okay…. I guess if it was with a partner, it could be pretty sexy. So do you see the appeal?”

Tiffany tilted her head to one side and studied Sam. “I think so… but surely there is more to it.. I mean this box is full of stuff.”

Sam nodded. “I guess you can add sorts of things to the mix. But this is the basic idea. Now, can we unlock these please?”

Tiffany ignored her and started looking through the box. Sam started to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach. “Tiff, come on, I’ve done my part, can we delete that picture now?”

“Not yet!” was all the reply she got.

Sam started to try and stand up but Tiffany was there in a second and pushed her over.”

“Hey!”

Sam gasped as she fell onto her side suddenly something was pressed to her mouth, she started to protest but a large round ball suddenly filled her mouth. She started to squirm but Tiffany’s weight pressed down on her. She felt a strap go tight around the back of her head and the sound of a padlock clicking shut.

“MMPH!” Sam was furious. She tried to buck and throw Tiffnay off her, but the girl was already rising out of the way laughing. She grabbed sam’s legs and pulled them up onto the bed. Sam glared at the girl trying to scream curses through the ballgag, for that is clearly what it was. Tiffany was bouncing up and down laughing.

“I got you, I got you!”

Sam felt a shiver of fear, this was different… something had changed. Tiffany’s face was flushed with excitement. Sam started to wriggle towards the edge of the bed, grunting.

“Oh no… we’ll have none of that.”

Tiffany pulled Sam’s legs towards her and wrapped a black leather strap around her thighs, drawing it tight with a grunt. Sam winced as her legs were brought tightly together. Tiffany rolled her over and there was little Sam could do but make panicked squeals through the gag as the girl bound her elbows together with another strap. As it drew tight her elbows were brought painfully together. She squealed and she head Tiffany mutter to herself and the pressure eased slightly.

Sam’s eyes went wide as she felt something going round her neck, for a second, she thought tiffany was going to strangle her, but then she realised it was a wide collar. It went about her neck snugly and there was another click. Then Tiffany rolled her over again and Sam gazed up at the young woman as she stood over Sam, her eyes full of fire and mischief.

“Oh fuck, that looks amazing.”

Tiffany reached down and tugged up Sam’s skirt revealing her stocking tops and suspenders. Tiffany put one hand on each thigh and stroked down. She almost purred.

“You have no idea how long I have been planning this Sam… you did everything right…”

Sam could only grunt her confusion, what on earth was going on here? She felt an icicle of fear run down her spine, she was really trapped… what did Tiffany want? She was in trouble…

Tiffany reached up and stroked Sam’s hair.

“Now we are going to have some real fun. I need to tell you a few things… and now I have your complete attention.”

Tiffany sat herself down on the bed next to Sam and started fixing a rope to her ankles. Tying her tightly to the foot of the bed.        

“My mum and dad… I knew about this stuff. A lot of the times you have been round her, they have been off doing this stuff at clubs and things. They try to hide it all from me, but I found out a few years ago. I guess… I inherited the gene from two kinky parents. I have been playing with this stuff since I found them around Christmas time. Of course I had no one to try it on… till now.

Sam could only stare, trying to take in what she was being told.

“And now I have you and you are going to do everything I want. Aren’t you.”

It was not a question. Sam stared, and shook her head. Once she was out of this the bitch was toast. But Tiffany just grinned and pulled out her phone. She touched the screen a few times and held it up for Sam to see. It was the lounge downstairs, She watched and stared in horror as she saw herself, and Sean, kissing on the couch. This was… this was that last time… the little cow had recorded the whole thing!

Tiffany grinned. “You should be more careful… I wonder what people would say if this got posted onto Facebook?”

Sam quailed. She had no doubt Tiffany would do exactly that.  Everyone would see, her mum and dad, her sister, her friends at university. Oh God no. She shook her head desperately, crying out negatives through the gag. The younger woman just nodded.

“That’s better, you’re getting the idea.”

Sam just lay there helplessly as she watched Sean’s hands touching her, sliding between her legs, she could hear her own soft moans. This was terrible… she felt trapped.

“Now.” Tiffany said in a business like tone. “This is what happens next. I am going to set up some emails and stuff on my computer. Just in case you try and get around all this. Oh,, that reminds me.” She stopped playing the video and turned the phone round and started taking pictures of Sam.

The bound girl moaned in despair. Tiffany now had even more embarrassing pictures… how much worse could this get? Tifanny finished taking a few pictures and then closed the chest.

“We might get more stuff out later. But for now.. I have to download these pics onto my computer.”

Sam wondered if she was going to be left alone, her eyes started to look around for anything to help her escape.

Tiffany must have seen her change of expression. “You are not getting free Sam.” She pulled out a small set of keys. “I have all the keys here. But… maybe I should not leave you here with nothing to do…”

The girl looked thoughtful for a minute, and then smiled and opened the chest. Sam could not see what the girl was getting, and things got worse a few seconds later when Tiffany suddenly fastened a blindfold around her eyes. Sam let out a plaintive mewl of protest. A few seconds later, she shrieked as she felt something tugging at her panties. There was a ‘snick’ noise and she felt her panties sliding from between her legs. What on earth was this crazy girl doing now? She felt the straps on her thighs loosen without thinking she parted her legs slightly to stretch as best as she could, that was a mistake, she suddenly felt something pressing against her vagina, and she shrieked.

“Now now… it will go in… just need to ease it…*

Sam moaned as she felt what must be a large dildo slide inside her. She was surprised that it went in at all and realised the tension and fear must have actually moistened her slightly. She blushed at the thought as the dildo slid in deeply. In other circumstances she might have found this quite exciting,. But all she felt was shock and fear as the dildo filled her, something rubbery pressing against her clit. She felt the handle pushed between her thighs and suddenly the straps around her thighs went very tight again trapping the toy inside her. She mewled through the gag pitifully.

As she lay there, she felt another strap go round her legs below her knees, again pulled tight and padlocked in place. Now there was no way she could part her legs even a fraction. She gasped through the gag, wishing she could see or speak.

“That should keep you occupied.. and we can see how much you like it…”

There was an edge to Tiffany’s voice and suddenly, there was a low hum as the toy started to vibrate. Oh no! Sam stiffened in panic, the thing was like a live thing, vibrating and squirming inside her.

“MMPH!” She tried to cry out for Tiffany to remove the thing, but all she got was a pat on her bottom.

“back soon, enjoy yourself.”

Sam cried out again, but she heard tiffany footfalls move away and she was left squirming on the bed. She wanted to scream in frustration. She tried to calm her mind to think. Sean would be coming, she had lost track of time and it might be as much as half an hour or so. She needed to try and get the gag off so she could call for help when he came, she rubbed her face against the bed but the gag was in way to tightly. Moreover, the vibrator between her legs was starting to confuse her body. It must be a rabbit as there was a vibrating tip against her clitoris and it was driving her mad. The sensations were fighting her panic. And dammit… for all the fear and anguish… the tight restraint and even the gag…. No… I am NOT getting aroused… I will not find this sexy!

As the minutes ticked by she tried to think of strategies to escape, but they all needed her gag off as she had to convince Tiffany to unlock her somehow. And as more time passed by it got hard and her der to think for herself.

Her mind was fighting for control... but this was too like some of her darkest fantasies… it was more intense than a dream and the pleasure in her pussy was all too real… Before she realised it, she was starting to squirm with the toy instead of against it… she fought back, trying to control it.. but it was so hard…

She debated trying to squirm off the bed, but she realised she could seriously injure herself. Dammit, she had to do something to take her mind off the toy inside her. It was getting so… hard.. to….concentrate.

It was no use. Her aroused body was winning the battle, some part of her realised she was relaly being turned on by the tight bondage, and it shocked her to think she could so easily give in, but then the buzzing and the pulsing thing was working its magic… helpless to fight any more she started moving her hips slowly… imagining a large cock deep inside her… she started to moan through the gag as she got more and more turned on… If only she could see… but all there was as the toy… and the pleasure…the outcome was inevitable.

“Mmmph”

“Mmph”

“MMMMMPHH”

The orgasm came, and it was a large rolling thing that pulsed through her… flushed and embarrassed her cheeks flamed as she realised she was humping the toy as best she could… she could not believe what had happened, what was happening…

Then she heard Tiffany’s voice, very close by….

“perfect.”

Sam’s heart stopped a moment. No… she hadn’t…

“That is another awesome video for my collection… you panting an orgasm while trussed up in bondage gear.”

“Aaaagh oooo” Sam wailed in anguish. It was just getting worse and worse.

Thankfully Tiffany turned off the vibrator, but she did not remove it as she spoke. “I admit, it took less time than I expected. You fought hard though. But I think you are more than a little turned on by all this… aren’t you.

Sam lay there defeated, unable to respond.

“You must be to orgasm.”

Sam lay still. Perhaps if she didn’t play the game…

It’s no use playing dumb now, I have the evidence. Now I am going to ungag you… if you scream or anything stupid this latest video will be all over facebook. Do you understand?

Sam sighed, nodding. A few moments later, she felt relief as the gag loosened, she licked her lips and drew in a shuddering breath.

“Tiffany..”

A finger was pressed to her lips. “That was not an excuse to talk. You listen…”

Sam decided it was best to do as she was told for now.

“Now… when I ask a question.. you will answer quickly.. and honestly.. if I think you are lying I’ll post something on facebook.” She points to a laptop resting on the floor already on the social network page

“Understand? Just nod if you do.”

Sam nodded once, her eyes on the screen.

“Okay, now… how many times have you had Sean here?”

Sam paused. “Three times. But twice was only at the door.”

Tiffany nodded. “That’s the truth, good girl.”

Sam blinked. Tiffany had been spying on her.

“So you never went all the way in my house?”

Sam knew Tiffany had seen so she shook her head. “You saw us, we just… played a little.”

Tiffany smirked.  “Played… he finger fucked you and you had your hand down his pants.”

Sam blushed at the girl’s frankness. “So you know that’s all we did.”

Tiffany nodded. “And is he coming tonight?”

Sam paused, if she told the truth, Tiffany might intercept Sean and tell him anything, but if she lied, she had a chance to maybe get help.

“No, he has to work.”

Tiffany sighed. “Oh dear. That’s too bad.”

Sam nodded.

“Too bad you couldn’t tell the truth, even for five minutes.” Tiffany held up Sam’s phone. Sam could clearly see the reply from Sean to her invite, he had sent it a few minutes ago, probably while Sam was fighting her body… she could clearly read… ‘On my way sexy… get your knickers off ready..’

Tiffany frowned. “So you are going to have sex in my parent’s house?”

Sam shook her head. “No no. he is just kidding around…”

Tiffany shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like it, but it’s okay… you are going to have sex with him.”

Sam was once again caught completely off guard. “What”

I am going to untie you, but remember I have all I need to ruin your life.        When he gets her, you will get him up here and you will have him in the spare room./ I want you to suck him off, then persuade him to tie you up and fuck you.. You will tell him you found all this stuff, and it got you really hot... and how much you want to be fucked while tied and gagged…

Sam could only stare. “why…”

“Cos I am going to watch it all on my webcam. I want to see what you do.. what it is like.”

“I.. I can’t.. just perform… “

Tiffany tapped her foot on the floor. “You will, or everything goes online…”

Sam sighed, she had no choice…

Part 2

A few minutes later, Sam was sat on the end of the bed in the spare room, the restraints all removed. She had danced with the idea of trying to overpower Tiffany and force her to delete all the videos, but she had no way of knowing what the girl had saved where, and she wasn’t even sure she had the physical presence to force Tiffany to do anything. So now, she sat contemplating the prospect of playing out her part in Tiffany’s ‘game’

She was horrified at the prospect of Tiffany watching as she seduced Sean into… bondage sex. She could barely believe she was going to have to go through with this, but she had no options she could think of. What is worse, she knew that this would be yet another piece of evidence the girl had on her, where was this heading? She had a sick feeling that she was going to be under Tiffany’s thumb for a very long time. The younger girl had set up a wireless webcam downstairs, and another on the bedside table obscured by a pile of books. She was now in her room setting everything up. Sam had known the girl was good with IT, but this was a surprise.

Sam grimaced. This was terrible. But she had to admit, there was a small, daredevil part of her, the part of her that snooped in the O’Brian’s bedroom in the first place, the part of her that had violently orgasmed while trussed up… that part of her was actually a little excited by the idea. She could not understand this feeling at all, but she knew that she would enjoy some aspects of Tiffany’s game. It confused and dismayed the woman. How could she feel this way? But she could not deny that she was aroused.

Tiffany reappeared with a pile of gear from her parent’s play box.  There were several belts of varying lengths, and the collar was there, as well as the ball gag and a blindfold. The girl held up the straps.

“These go around your legs, ankles, below and above knees, your wrist, and your elbows. First you are going to give him a really long, slow, blowjob. You will let him cum in your mouth and you will swallow. Then, after has had a few minutes, you are going to get him to get you nice and aroused, then you will persuade him to strap you tightly, legs tight together, wrists too, then you are going to get him to blindfold you, gag you and then fuck you bent over the bed from behind. Once he is done, get rid of him. I will want to talk to you. All the way through you will wear my collar. As she said this, she gave the collar to Sam.

Sam reached up to her neck and tightened the collar around it. She could not think how to get out of this mess, and besides, what Tiffany wanted… that sounded pretty hot and she did like it when Sean was behind her. She wanted to scream a denial and tell this annoying brat to go to Hell, but the thought of those videos and what she could do… terrified her. Shame faced, she nodded.

Tiffany smiled. “Good girl. Now stand up.”

Sam stood, trembling slightly, her legs still a little unsteady from the fantastic orgasm she had experienced. Tiffany looked her up and down, and then snapped a padlock onto the back of the collar locking it on her.

“There. You do look pretty hot, he won’t stand a chance. Now, you do everything I say, and maybe this will all go away.”

“Maybe?”

The corners of Tiffany’s mouth twitched upwards. “Maybe. Now go downstairs and get ready, he’ll be here any time. And remember, I’ll be watching everything.”

Sam did as she was told, sitting back down on the couch. The downstairs webcam was set on a bookcase pointing at the couch. Sam sighed, knowing the girl was probably watching right now.

It was a few agonising minutes before she heard a car draw up outside. She rose and went to the door, opening it a crack. Sean was there walking softly up the driveway. He smiled as he saw her face in the crack of light. He ran a hand through his mop of fair hair and stepped up to the doorway.

“Permission to sneak inside, ma’am?”

Sam smiled. “Get in you idiot.”

Sean slipped inside, his smile widening as he took in Sam’s dress and stockinged legs. “How’s the studying?”

Sam shrugged. “I have been pretty distracted.”

Sean tilted his head. “Oh yeah?”

Sam decided to get this over with. She smiled warmly and pulled him to the couch. He sat down next to her and she glanced over to the webcam, Tiffany would be able to see everything. She flushed at the thought and bit her lower lip. Sean watched her face and he grinned.

“Are you horny, babe?” He could read her so well.

She nodded. “I..” She struggled to find something that would not sound false. “I felt bad about this morning, I know you wanted a sexy night so…”

Hey boyfriend looked a little surprised, but he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He leaned over and they kissed slowly, passionately for a few delectable minutes.

“What’s this?” he asked, fingering the leather collar.

Sam tensed. “you’ll see, later.”

He was about to speak again but she silenced him with a passionate kiss. Their hands started to wander, but as Sean’s hands sought the warmth between her legs, she pushed his hand away, remembering the Monster’s instructions. Sean pulled back looking confused and was about to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips and pushed him back on the couch. He looked at her and his eyes went wide as she undid his belt and popped the buttons on his trousers. His erection was evident and Sam felt some genuine pleasure at the effect she had on her man. She debated just going for it, but a perverse part of her decide that, if she had to put on a show, she might as well make it a good one. She stood and grabbed his ankles, swivelling him round so his feet rested on the floor, she tugged off his sneakers and pulled his jeans down. Sean just gaped, she was rarely this bold and again he started to speak, but she silenced him with a smouldering look. 

Once his jeans were off, she tossed them aside and stood in front of Sean, smiling sexily. From here, Tiffany would be able to see everything. She slowly drew up her dress revealing her stockings. Sean looked at her legs hungrily, he adored her in stockings, and she loved the effect they had on him. She reached down and tugged his engorged penis free. It bobbed up, pulsing slightly. Sam paused for a second.

Oh my God, she thought, I am actually looking forward to this. She did not pretend to be a virgin to blowjobs, but it was something she had to be in the mood for, even though she knew how much Sean enjoyed it. But now, for some reason, she was desperate to… show off. That was it, she wanted to put on a good show.

Sean looked up at her quizzically as the rapid thoughts spun round her head. She smiled again and she knelt to one side on her knees, keeping her skirt drawn up over her hips so Sean could relish the sight of her bottom and the suspender belt. She was effectively facing the webcam, part of her knew she should have turned away, made it hard to see her face, but she knew Tiffany would not like that. She looked up at the dumbstruck face of Sean, he had hardly had the chance to say a word since coming onto the house, and now he was about to get an early Christmas present.

Sam gently folded her hand around Sean’s length. He was a lovely size, not too big, not too small, she looked at his face with big wide eyes and licked her lips. He swallowed hard…

“fuck!” he exclaimed softly, then jerked as her lips wrapped around his head and her tongue started to work around the tip. He was writhing… and he was so hard… she drew in a deep breath though her nostrils and slowly sank her lips down around his shaft, sucking gently. He moaned and his hands sought out her bottom, but she batted his hands away with her free hand.  She drew back her lips and his cock twitched between her lips. Oh my, this was not going to take long at this rate. For some reason she did not want it to end too quickly, she had never really enjoyed the taste of semen and did not really relish the thought of swallowing, but the situation was making her feel more daring than she expected. She held his head in her mouth and swirled her tongue along and around the head finding the sensitive frenum and flicking it. Sean put his hand on her head moaning and his hips pushed upwards, his cock pushing in deeply.

She knew Sean was loving every second, this was something she rarely ever did, and he always wanted to go deeper and to cum. She glanced sideways and his eyes were closed in bliss. His hips started to pump gently, not wanting him to finish to swiftly, she tried to raise her head a little with each thrust, his hands pressed down on her head gently resisting her efforts.

Frustrated, she waited till he drew back, and jerked her head upwards slightly, his cock slipping from between her lips and allowing her a brief respite. Sean gasped and made a frustrated groan. She released his shaft and ran her tongue up and down the length, flicking the frenum softly. Hey eyes sought out the webcam, and she wondered what Tiffany was doing as she watched? Was she recording this, Sam had no doubt she was. A frisson of fear ran down her spine. What was she doing? Sam moaned inwardly at her predicament, she felt trapped , totally at Tiffany’s mercy, but that fact, and the fact she was doing this sex act under duress, worked some kind of strange magic on her. She was desperately aroused, and part of her was loving the thrill of this. The fact she was doing this in the O’Brian’s house, the fact Tiffany was watching… How could she find this so… exciting.

But she was aroused, very aroused. With a determination fuelled by sexual tension, she kissed Sean’s tip and then, licking her lips, slid his shaft back into her mouth and took him in deeply. Sean grunted and then moaned and thrust upwards hard. Sam had to fight her gag reflex as his cock bumped the back of her throat, she pulled back, sucking hard but Sean held her head in place and started to pump again. She felt something as he held her there, forcing her gently… that pressure seemed to tip her over the edge and she started to suck and lick more avidly as she urged him onto his release.  Her tongue flicked and swirled and her lips clumped tightly around his shaft as he pumped quickly. She moaned and the sound, filtered by his cock come out as a kind of staccato grunting punctuated by his frantic thrusting. She felt him twitch and pulse and suddenly he was cumming. For the first time, she was not thinking about the taste, or the act. She was in the zone and relished the feeling of his cum. Her free hand sought out her sex and she stroked herself through her panties. They were damp, and she moaned as his continued to twitch as his cum filled the back of her mouth. She sucked him hard, milking his cock and swallowing with a degree of satisfaction she had never experienced before.  Sean, for his part. was incoherent with ecstasy as he pumped his load into her. She knew she had gone to a place she had never gone before with Sean, and she knew he would want to repeat this often, what had she done! And on camera?

She sat back and watched Sean gasp in air as his orgasm subsided, his cock still swollen but starting to soften. She hoped Tiffany could be patient, the next step would take some careful thought. She could hardly just drop it all on Sean, she was going to have to be cautious. She wiped a small drop of cum from the side of her mouth, embarrassed again at how eagerly she had performed. Sean smiled at her a lazy, happy smile.

“What was that for?”

Sam smiled. “I… was just in the mood… I know how much you want me to… do that for you…”

“Well come here,  let me return the favour.” He reached out a hand for her.

“Uh, maybe in a little while…I have something special in mind, but I need you ready for that, so let me make some coffee and then we can snuggle a little.”

Sean frowned. “Now I am curious, but… okay coffee would be nice.”

They made coffee and they chatted and laughed about his day. Then they sat on the couch and finished their drinks. Sam was very aware of Tiffany watching, and her nervousness must have shown as Sean looked at her quizzically.

“Come on Sam, what’s going on, I have never seen you like this…”

Sam took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

“I… found something… upstairs… and… It kinda got me… well .. maybe I should just show you…”

Sean looked at her. “Upstairs? What about the Brat?”

Sam shushed him with her finger. “She’s been asleep a while now and we’ll be quiet, besides, my rooms the other side of the house. Come on. “ Sam took his hand, after removing their shoes, they tiptoed upstairs. Sam led Sean to her room and the bed covered in straps etc.

“Holy shit.” Sean exclaimed softly, picking up one of the straps. “They are into like, S&M and all that stuff?”

She nodded, her throat tightening, she was not sure how Sean was going to react, they had played with a pair of handcuffs now and again, but this was different. What if he didn’t go for it, what would Tiffany do? Surely she could not follow through on her threats if Sean reacted badly. Sam was trying…

Sean turned to her. “What a second, you say this stuff got you excited?”

Sam nodded mutely. Sean looked back at the straps and then back at her. “So, you want me to….”

Sam nodded. Her hand reached out and touched the straps. “Bind me with these…” She touched the ball gag. “And .. and…gag me… and….” She flushed hotly. This was so embarrassing, but what was worse, she was actually getting excited. She remembered the feeling of her orgasm when she was bound before, it had been so intense.

Sean frowned, but there was a dark twinkle in his eyes.

“You really want this, don’t you.”

Sam bit her lower lip and nodded. “Please, Sean” She slipped her dress down over her hips, revealing her black underwear, suspenders and stockings. She knew Sean loved her in lingerie, she slipped off her damp panties,  and she lay down on the bed, placing the straps alongside her.

Sean shook his head. “You can always surprise me… okay… if it really floats your boat, and… you were amazing downstairs…” He grinned sloppily.

Sam smiled back nervously, her eyes flicked to the hidden webcam. Oh my….

Sean took the narrowest strap and Sam pointed to her ankles. Sam nodded, understanding and buckled the strap around her ankles.

“Tighter.” Sam whispered, and she gasped at her own audacity. Sam blinked, but tightened the strap so it held her ankles very tightly. Then he took the next strap and she pointed to just below her knees. She moaned softly as the strap went tight. This was so hot. Sam was blushing and she could feel herself growing more and more aroused. What was she doing? And how could she be getting so turned on? But she could not deny the effect.

Sam took the next strap and put it around her thighs. As that strap tightened, forcing the tops of her legs tightly together, Sam squirmed and let out a soft sigh.

“Jeez Sam, what’s, got into you?”

Sam just started back at him hungrily. The play acting was all gone, she wanted this. She rolled over and put her hands together behind her back.

“Now my arms… then gag me… and… you know…”

She heard Sam draw in a deep breath, but a moment later, her wrists were being strapped.

“Where now?”

“My elbows,” She breathed.

She felt the next strap go around her arms and she tried to pull in her arms as best she could. The strap was buckled, pulling her arms together. Sam was getting lost in the sensations now. Sean rolled her onto her side and stared at her.

“Jesus.”

“You like?” Sam breathed, her eyes wide.

Sean stared at her. “it’s…different… but it looks sexy as hell.” His eyes dropped to her breasts which were forced outwards by her position, her erect nipples pushing the flimsy fabric of the bra outwards.

“What now…” he whispered…

“The blindfold.”

Sean found the blindfold and put it around her head, drawing her hair above the strap so it would not slip and tightened it.

“Now gag me… then, fuck me…” Sean gaped, she never swore, not like that. She glanced at his jeans and she could see he was hard again. He took the ball gag in his hands.

“What if… what if you are being hurt?”

Sam nodded, “I’ll shake my head three times.”

Sean pursed his lips. “Okay.”

Then the gag was at her lips. She hesitated a moment, then her mouth was opening and he was buckling the gag tightly around her head. Oh god, this was amazing. The feeling was… incredible…

She rolled onto her back as best she could, trapping her arms underneath her body, which only made her even more aroused with helplessness. She squirmed, her legs bending slightly as she waited for Sean to work his will.

It was so arousing… to be completely helpless, blind and unable to do anything except moan. Then she was moaning, as she felt Sean’s hands upon her. His hands travelling over her bound body. He arousal reached another level, oh God this was amazing…

She was bound, helpless, being touched, she was in the O’Brian house, she was being watched… by Sean and secretly by a cunning witch via webcam….and she, Samantha Barrett, was enjoying every single aspect of this perverse scenario.

Sean’s hands drew lines of fire wherever they touched. And he knew where to touch. He cupped her breasts and his thumbs stroked her erect nipples. She gasped through the gag and her pussy was soaking and hungry…. She bent her legs, struggling in her straps, wanting him to touch her there…

She wondered idly whether Sean was uncertain how to get access to her pussy. She could not tell him, so she lay frustrated, being driven crazy by Sean’s touch. Oh please Sean, she screamed at him mentally. Fuck me!

But the torment continued. His hands exploring her, he pushed down her bra cups exposing her breasts and his lips sought out a nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Then she jerked as his right hand travelled to the soft downy triangle of her pubis. She moaned loudly as his fingers slid between her thighs, his fingertip found her clitoris and stroked it softly. She bucked on the bed as pleasure surged through her.

Oh yes, Sean, there…

She squirmed and writhed as his finger teased her and his lips and tongue traced around her breasts. She wanted him inside her, she had been close for so long now, what was he waiting for?

Suddenly he was pushing her over, he must have put pillows down as she rolled onto a soft mass under her tummy. Sean pushed her legs underneath her exposing her bottom. Ah, clever Sean, he had figured out how to… do her…

There were some muffled sounds from behind her as she lay there, ready, panting into the gag. Then she felt his erection against her buttocks and she moaned loudly… oh yes!

Then he was in her, it was tight, she was not used to having her legs tightly together like this when having sex, it was.. unexpectedly nice… it made everything more intense… he eased into her and every inch was exquisite pleasure, she pushed her hips back to meet him and he moaned. The he was moving in her, he leaned over her, his left hand on the bed, his right, snaking under her body and cupping a breast. She gasped, her arousal close to a peak. She bucked and writhed under his touch and he pumped into her hard. Her orgasm was huge. It surged through her and she bit down hard on the gag to stifle her screams. She could hear Sean’s panting, he was enjoying himself, she thought, though he was not sounding like he was going to cum anytime soon. Mind you, he had filled her mouth not long since. Oh my, what if he was nowhere near?

Sure enough, Sean continued thrusting, Sam was still calming from her orgasm, but his insistent thrusting was actually starting to get her going again… no.. surely not…But it was true, her pussy was as wet as ever and his cock’s motion was making her clitoris nudge up and down, it was soo nice…

Before too long her orgasm was looming once again, she panted and writhed… urging Sean on and  tilting her pelvis to meet each thrust… she wanted him to cum.. she needed him to cum.. she could not stand this much longer…. She grunted… urging him.. Cajoling him…. Then he was cumming and her own orgasm peaked at the same moment.

“UNNGHHH” she cried out through the gag, far too loudly… if tiffany had actually been asleep….

Sean must have thought the same thing, as he half still, tense.. his cock still pulsing inside her. There was no sound, and Sean quickly pulled out, exclaiming over and over.

“Shit, shit… this is crazy”

Sean was pulling up his pants and he quickly started unbuckling the straps.

“This was a stupid idea, look at the bed… oh shit.. we are gonna get in so much trouble…The Brat will have heard us for sure…”

Sam gasped as the gag was removed. She wanted to bask in the afterglow, to cuddle and be held, but she remembered Tiffany’s instructions. She needed Sean to go, and his sudden lack of courage worked to her advantage. She nodded, and rubbed her wrists.

“I’ll clean up, don’t worry. But maybe you had better go… “ She kissed him. “Thank you… it was lovely”

Sean grinned. “You are so messed up.”

Then he was padding downstairs. She followed him down and they kissed at the doorway.

“See you Monday”

Sam nodded and smiled. She kissed him again, her lips parted, she was till excited, but she knew Tiffany would be impatient. He grinned at her, and then was gone. She leaned against the closed door a moment, her body trembling. She glanced at her wrists and thee were light red marks where the straps had held her. She hoped they would not leave marks.

“Oh my God, that was fucking amazing!”

Tiffany stood at the top of the stairs, eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.

“Now get up here…”

Sam felt a tenseness in her tummy, but she obeyed.