|Star Struck: Pamela's Pet|
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|Storycodes: F/m; D/s; rope; bond; naked; captive; breasts; tease; strip; rom; kiss; femdom; cons; X||
|Star Struck: Pamela's Pet ZTV25 F/m; D/s; rope; bond; naked; captive; breasts; tease; strip; rom; kiss; femdom; cons; X|
I knew her before she was famous. That is something we’ve all heard before. Most people are just running their mouths and don’t mean what they say. That was not the case for Chuck Weston. He did know someone before they were famous. He knew her very, very well. Her name was Pamela Lotz. The world would come to know her as megastar fashion model simply called Pamela.
Their parents had been the best of friends and they spent all their time together growing up. Due to the age difference and the height distance (he had always been on the small side and she had always been tall) people often mistook them for brother and sister. They themselves never had that problem. Chuck had been in love with Pamela from the moment he began to be interested in girls. Why wouldn’t he? She was a gorgeous blond beauty with a wide juicy ass, sweet baby face and large firm commanding breasts so powerful they threatened whatever top she tried to trap them in.
For her part Pamela never looked at him like a sibling either. She was very affectionate, a real hands-on person. She was prone to hugging which in her case meant crushing him up against her massive melons. She would always greet him with a kiss somewhere on his face always near his mouth. She always insisted on him sitting in her lap. He didn’t mind because she would wrap her arms around him and pulling him close to her. He loved the feel of her breasts against his back. Oddly it soothed him. On the rare occasion when he wasn’t in her lap then he was on the floor with her legs wrapped around him. It was almost like she was protecting her property. He liked that idea.
Despite this underlying sexual tension things stayed really PG-13 between them for many years. Then a few days after his eighteenth birthday everything changed. They were hanging out in her room when she spilt her soda on her shirt. Without thinking she yanked it off and tossed it into the dirty clothes before rummaging through a closet for a new one.
“What the hell?” Chuck asked.
“Oh come on,” Pamela chuckled, “it’s not like you haven’t seen a naked girl before. I mean you do have the internet, right?”
“No, I mean yes, I mean what the hell are you wearing?”
She looked down and saw what was causing her friend’s confusion. Her body was encased in a rope bondage harness.
“Oh this,” she laughed, “I always wear this under my clothes.”
“I like the way it feels. The ropes holding my body tight like a lover keeping me in his embrace. It can be used for more restricting forms of self-bondage when I’m bored.”
“Do you do it often?”
“All the time.”
“Do you ever let anyone tie you up?”
“Never. I need to be in control. So I tie myself up. I also like to tie up other people. There’s nothing sexier than having total control over someone else.”
“Unless you’re a submissive. Then being someone else’s property is.”
All this bondage talk was making him hard and his mouth dry.
“How do you know if your submissive or not?”
“Which turns you on more: tying or being tied?”
His breathing was getting heavier.
“Now in your case I already know the answer.”
“Well duh, I know you pretty well by now don’t you think? You’re my little submissive.”
“I’m not …”
“Don’t interrupt me,” she snapped.
“See? You’re a submissive.”
He must have looked disappointed because she gave up her hunt for a new shirt and climbed onto the bed pulling him close.
“Oh no, it’s OK. It’s one of the things I love about you. Besides it’s better this way.”
“Well of course, Dummy. Dominants need someone to control and a submissive needs someone to control them. It makes us a perfect pair. Here let me show you.”
She reached under the bed and pulled out some rope.
“I … don’t know …”
“Do you trust me?”
So he lay there and watched as layer upon layer of white cotton rope slithered around his body like tiny snakes finding their way through every nook and cranny of their intended victim. His legs were stolen from him in a series of knots. His arms were taken behind his back and sealed away. Soon he was a prisoner and at the mercy of his beautiful friend. It was … strangely peaceful.
“What do I do now?”
“Nothing silly. You just lay there and enjoy it. While I enjoy you.”
She stretched out behind him on the bed, looped her arms around him and pulled him close against her. It was only then he realized she hadn’t put a shirt on. He could her hard nipples poking him in the back. They laid in bed for hours just enjoying each other’s company. Periodically she would bend over and repeatedly kiss him on the cheek. It was dark outside when she finally untied him. He was sad to see it end.
“That was … strangely fun,” he told her.
“Damn straight,” she agreed, “we are so doing this again.”
And they did. He spent many a day that summer bound in her bed. Then college started and he couldn’t spare the time anymore. He missed it but there was nothing he could do. He would soon learn that didn’t mean there was nothing she could do however. He was walking home and just passed Pamela’s house when a hand suddenly forced itself over his mouth. A second arm wrapped around his chest pinning his arms to his side.
“MMM!” he tried to scream but nothing came out.
Instead he was pulled tight against a very familiar pair of tits and drug into the house. She forced him into her bedroom and onto her bed.
“Pamela, what the hell?”
“God I’ve missed this.”
She then gave me the most powerful, forceful, amazing kiss right on the mouth he’d ever had in my life. She then yanked off his shirt and grabbed her ropes.
“I can’t stay, I have class.”
“Not until Monday,” she stated, “until then this sweet little body of yours is all mine.”
There was no arguing with her and he knew it. Soon he was bound and helpless once again. He watched as she removed her own shirt before propping herself up against the pillows that lined the headboard. She then drug him up so he was laying against her head on her breasts like pillows. She then covered them in the blanket.
“Have I ever told you I like the way your head feels against my breasts?”
“No, no can’t say you ever have.”
“Well I do. It feels like they were made for each other.”
Her hands began to roam all over his bare chest.
“Why is my shirt off again?”
“I wanted you to fell the ropes against your skin, the way it was always meant to be felt. It heightens the submissive experience.”
“Besides I like the way you feel.”
He blushed as his erection grew.
They stayed that way the rest of the weekend. As he left for class Monday morning he knew (and hoped) she would do it again. It didn’t take her long. He was out of school for the Christmas holidays at the time. It was the morning after Christmas when ha and Pamela would exchange gifts. He handed her hers which she set under the tree with his.
“We’re going to do things a little differently this year,” she explained.
“Yes we’ll unwrap them New Year’s Day, when I unwrap you.”
Before he could even think to ask her what she meant she pounced. He was thrown to the ground and forcibly stripped. The only thing he wore now where his very exposing briefs. The ropes quickly returned sealing him into his fate. He was then hauled up and onto the couch where he was laid out on top of her own reclined body head once again resting on her breasts.
“Life is good again,” she sighed contentedly.
He kissed her breast signaling he agreed.
That week just blew by. They spent most of that time stretched out on that couch just enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Alas all weeks must end. So soon he was back off to school a freeman. God, he hated it.
That’s why when spring break came he practically raced home. He hoped beyond hope she had something planned for him. Pamela never disappointed. She was waiting for him on his front porch. She grabbed him and pulled him into a giant hug squishing his face between her breasts.
“Come with me,” she whispered seductively into his ear.
Before he knew it, they were alone in her room and both were naked.
“Where’s your harness?” he asked.
“I thought I’d try something new this week. I want to see if we can share our bondage experience.”
“You want to be tied together?”
“No I want you tied to me.”
He gulped. This was too good to be true. She beckoned him forward. Following her led she stepped up lightly onto her feet facing away from her. He watched in awe as she began feeding her ropes around them. In and out, over and under, pulling him up against his body his arms were pinned to his sides taken away from him once again. Given their height difference his head was now level with her breasts. Which meant it was being pressed forward by her breasts.
“Oh that will never do,” she said.
She placed her hands on his head and began to gently push back. It took a minute for him to understand what she was doing. His body shuttered with anticipation. He felt his head begin to sink backwards as warm mounds of flesh began to slide up the sides of his face. Soon his world was lost in a cocoon of flesh tones and muffled sounds. His head was between Pamela’s breasts!
Once he was secure Pamela got dressed. She slipped pantyhose up over their legs. It felt weird against his skin. A pair of panties came on next. Whatever style they were, they were tight, forcing his ass up against her moist pussy. He felt a pair of jeans cover them next. When the little light he had dimmed, he assumed she had put on a bra. When it got darker still, a shirt. He began to feel her walk away with him.
She was going out with him tucked under her clothes! Knowing Pamela, he was sure he was well hidden. It was a perverse thrill, on both their parts, to walk around in public with him like that and nobody know. If there was a heaven it had to feel like this. He happily remained bound to her for the next week.
On the last day, she unbound him before tossing him onto her bed and mounting him. It was incredible. Sex with Pamela was even better than he dared dream. After they were done she pulled him up against him and held him tight.
“I promise,” she told him, “one day when I make enough money to support us both I’ll kidnap you for good. You’ll be bound to me for eternity.”
“I can’t wait,” he said before falling asleep nuzzling her breasts.
When he went back to school everything changed. While leaving a concert, Pamela was discovered by a modeling agent. From there her career took off. Soon she was appearing on magazine covers, television screens, on fashion runways. The only place she wasn’t showing up was in Chuck’s life.
A year passed. Chuck was walking from his apartment to his job at the nearby minimart when he noticed the car. It was way too nice for this neighborhood. The fact it was occupied by four gorgeous women was also … odd. The rear window lowered.
“Get in Pet.”
The door opened and he hopped in. She grabbed him pulling him in tight against her breasts.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he said snuggling in closer.
“Me too Baby, me too.”
“How long are you in town?”
“We have a photo shoot in the city so I thought we’d pass through here.”
The question was right there waiting to be asked. The answer terrified him. He dared not hear it.
“Oh give the poor boy a break,” one of the other models teased.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Pamela giggled. When she did, her breasts rubbed up against his back. It felt good to feel those again.
“When I said we have a photo shoot I meant all of us in this car. You’re mine, and it’s about time you came home.”
He never gave it a second thought. He left with her that night and never looked back. After the shoot, they went back to her hotel for a night of passion he would never forget. The next morning she tied him to her just like she’d done all that time before.
“I hope you’re comfortable,” she told him, “because you’re going to be living like this forever.”
He was more than satisfied with that answer. After all Pamela always kept her promises.
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