“Walk me home?” she asked with a smile. Returning her smile, I nodded, rising from my chair.
“I’m just going to say good night to Jeremy.” With that, she vanished through the door.
As I waited, I pondered. Mary, classic Asian beauty combined with an American temperament. In the short time I’d known her, she’d become a mystery I would love to solve.
We met the day she began moving in next door to my best friend Jeremy. I’d gone outside to check out a noise I’d heard, only to find her struggling to move part of a sectional couch from a rental truck to the front door. My immediate offer to help was met with a look of almost complete scorn.
“So you’re the hero type,” she’d said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “come to save the helpless female from her own mistakes.”
Now, normally, I’m always willing to help people when they need it, but that kind of reception didn’t do much for my helpful nature. To be honest, it made me a bit mad.
“Actually,” I replied, “I’ve moved enough furniture to know how much of a pain those can be to handle alone, so I thought I’d help. But since you obviously don’t want my help, I’ll go back to what I was doing.”
Giving her a short nod, I turned away. I hadn’t gotten more than three steps when I heard her say, “No, wait, please,” in a much softer voice. Turning, I looked back at her.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “You didn’t deserve that. It’s just that I’m so used to being stereotyped.” She waved her hands down the front of her slim body. “You know, the helpless Asian girl?”
I grinned. “In my experience,” I told her, “Asian girls are helpless only when it suits them to look that way.” Her eyes widened slightly, then she returned my grin.
“Touché! Seriously, though, I would appreciate the help.”
I’d spent the rest of that afternoon helping her move her things into the house. We’d introduced ourselves, of course. Her name, I learned, was Mary, and she’d moved to the Midwest from a city on the east coast, looking for a more quiet life. By the time all the furniture, along with a seemingly endless procession of boxes, had been moved into the house, we’d laid the foundations for what looked to be a solid friendship.
Over the next couple of months, we saw each other mostly on weekends, when I would visit with Jeremy. Mary had become almost as much a weekend fixture in his house as I was, sometimes sitting and talking, but mostly just watching as we played the video games we were both addicted to. It was after one marathon gaming session that she’d issued the request for an escort home.
“Jeremy said to tell you good night.” Turning, I saw Mary standing in the doorway, smiling. “He’s getting ready for bed, said he’d see you in the morning.” Still smiling, she stepped up to me. “Shall we?”
The short walk to her house was made in silence. When we reached the door, she turned to me. “You are coming in for a few minutes, right?” I nodded, and she smiled and led the way inside.
Glancing around a house that was rapidly becoming familiar to me, I followed as she led the way into her bedroom. Once through the door, she pointed to a box on the bed.
“Could you move that for me?” she asked. “It’s kind of heavy. I’ll be right back.” With that, she vanished back through the door.
With a shrug, I grabbed the box and lifted it from the bed. It was heavy, and maybe I hadn’t made sure I got the best grip. Just before the box touched the floor, one of my hands slipped, letting that end thump down. The lid bounced off, and my eyes widened a bit, I’m sure, as I saw what was inside.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I replied. “Just let the box down a little harder than I planned to.” Quickly, I put the lid back on the box, then shoved it to one side. As I straightened up, Mary stepped back into the room. If my eyes hadn’t widened before, I know they did now.
I’d always known she was a beautiful woman. Now, as she stood naked before me, I realized she was even more beautiful than I could have imagined.. Silently, my eyes drank in every tight, firm curve, then raised to meet hers.
“I told Jeremy you wouldn’t be back tonight,” she said, her voice suddenly sounding nervous. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I replied. “But are you sure this is what you want?”
She nodded. “I think I’ve wanted this since the day we met,” she said. “And I want it even more now. Please don’t say no. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t say no.”
“How could I refuse?” I asked, stepping up to her and running my finger across her high cheekbone. Her eyes closed and she sighed softly. Unbidden, a thought jumped into my mind, and I didn’t think twice; I just went with it.
“Keep your eyes closed,” I told her. “I think I may have a nice surprise for you.” Smiling, she stood quietly, her eyes closed, as I turned away from her. Those eyes, however, opened wide as she felt the end of the gag slipping between her slightly parted lips. Her body tensed, but she made no move to pull away as I buckled the strap, securing the gag into place.
“I didn’t mean to snoop,” I told her, “but the lid came off the box, and I couldn’t help see what was inside. Some very interesting things in there, from what I could see.” Her eyes closed, and her whole face flushed.
“I’ll give you a choice,” I told her, causing her eyes to open again. “I’m going to get a better look at what’s in that box. When I’m done, if that gag isn’t still in your mouth, we’ll go to bed and do what we both want to do right now”.
“If the gag is in your mouth when I turn around,” I continued, “I’ll put some of the other things in this box to use, then I’ll do what I want to you.” I smiled. “I can’t say what all that might be, but I can promise you two things. First, it will include a detailed examination of that beautiful body. Second, there will be no pain involved. The choice is yours.” With that, I turned to the box, hearing nothing but a ringing silence behind me.
Mary had quite a collection in that box. I selected a few items, laying them atop everything else. When I turned back, she stood in the same place, eyes still slightly widened over the panel of the gag that still covered her mouth. Smiling my approval, I laid her gently on the bed, then grabbed the items I’d selected and got to work.
When I stepped back, Mary lay in the center of the bed, her feet pressed flat against the mattress. Cuffs encircled each wrist and ankle, short chains connecting each wrist to the corresponding ankle, holding her legs bent and her arms stretched down her sides. After taking a moment to enjoy the view, I stripped off my own clothes and slid onto the bed beside her.
With my hands, then my mouth, I explored every inch of that beautiful, helpless body before me. At first she lay stiff and silent, but, gradually, her body relaxed, beginning to move to my touch, as soft moans began to leak from behind the gag. Slowly, carefully, I played that body, watching as her movements began reaching for me, pressing into each touch. Her moans began to sound more urgent, and I knew she was ready. Placing myself over her, I slowly slipped between her thighs, entering her gently, feeling her hips thrust upwards to meet me. Slowly, then with more speed and power, I thrust into her, until I felt myself swell, and knew I couldn’t hold out any more.
Even as I gave my final thrust, feeling myself explode deep within her, Mary’s body stiffened, then broke into a series of violent spasms. Her moans became muffled cries as her own orgasm rushed through her. For long moments, we pushed against each other, as if seeking the greatest possible penetration of my cock into her helpless body, then, slowly, we both collapsed.
It was several minutes before I began to move again. Slowly, I removed her bonds, leaving the gag until last. Once she was completely free, I collapsed onto my back, feeling her roll over my out flung arm to rest her head on my shoulder.
“That,” she said softly, “was completely unfair.”
“How so?” I asked, puzzled.
“I didn’t have any choice in it,” she replied. “You didn’t let me say if I wanted you to do that to me.”
“I gave you a choice,” I protested. “All you had to do was take the gag off, and none of this would have happened.”
Mary raised her head and gazed intently into my eyes. “There was no choice,” she said. “You put the gag on me, so only you could remove it. That is the way I was trained.”
For a moment, I was silent, digesting what she’d just said. “I think,” I finally said, “that you were trained well.” I smiled. “Of course,” I continued, “it might take a while to know for sure. If you’re willing, that is.”
For a moment, Mary looked at me silently, then, without a word, she slipped from the bed. Standing beside the bed, she looked at me, still without a word, then bent and reached into the box. When she straightened, it was to place a different gag into my hand.
“This,” she said softly, “is my favorite one.” Kneeling beside the bed, she leaned toward me, her lips parting. As the gag slipped between her lips, she moaned softly. Once the strap was buckled, she slipped back onto the bed, nestling herself into my arms. Smiling with her eyes, she reached past me to turn out the light, then curled herself into my embrace.
“I think,” I said, holding her to me, “that this could be the beginning of something special.” I heard what sounded like an affirmative grunt from behind her gag. “I do know I look forward to finding out.”
I felt her head raise slightly, even as her hand reached down to grasp me softly. A soft sound from her gagged mouth wasn’t exactly understandable, but the “me too” was there in the tone of those muffled sounds, Smiling, I held her to me as we both drifted off to sleep.
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