The Test of Trust

"Do you trust me?" she asked him with a smile.

"What do you mean?" he replied with a curious look.

"Just that, do you trust me?" She was nineteen, average height with bright sparkling blue eyes. 

"Sure," he said. He was twenty-one, muscular, an athlete who worked out daily. "Why do you ask?"

"I wondered if you would trust me enough to do anything I asked you to do no matter how odd," she said. She was her father's favorite - he was a prominent lawyer with a significant reputation. The lawyer's daughter had a wild side. That was drew him to her. She was exciting. She was unpredictable. She was unbearably sexy. She was sexy like her mother, a very quiet woman with the figure of a professional model. The daughter would look just like her mother some day.

"I suppose I would," he laughed. He was strong and decisive, dependable. He had dark hair and black eyes that looked right through her and gave her a thrill. 

"Well," she said with that sly smile that told him she was up to something, "I have an idea." She had her mother's flair for the dramatic and the mysterious. She had kept him at arm's length for over six months - a little kissing, some simple necking, but no more.

"Okay," he said never knowing with her what to expect. "What part do I play in this idea?" He was a bit uncomfortable being with her at her parents' house, even though they were gone for the week to a meeting of some sort.

"Did you do what I asked you?" she grinned at him.

"I don't remember, what did you ask?" He was being vague in order to see what she was up to.

"Did you wear your jockey strap?" 

"My dear," he said laughing at her, "It's called a jock strap, not a jock-ee strap, and yes, I wore it."

"Then," she said standing in front of him, "I want you to remove everything except the jock (she emphasized the work and the correct pronunciation) strap and pile your clothes on that chair over there."

"But," he protested immediately, "I'll be almost naked."

"I won't mind," she said stepping back and giving him space. "I'll just sit here and watch."

"I don't think this is a good idea," he said quietly.

"You said you trusted me and would do anything I asked," she pouted. "So now I'm putting you to the test. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I said that I did," he said with notable hesitation.

"Then take off everything except the jock strap."

Slowly he stood. It was a warm night, and the room was war, so he wouldn't be cold. With deliberation he removed his shirt - there was nothing under it. He sat and removed his shoes and sox. Then he stood again and unbuckled his pants, and let them drop to the floor, reaching down to pick them up, fold them, and put them carefully with the shirt on the chair with the shoes and sox. He was so neat with his clothes, so well dressed. That was something else she loved about him.

Then he stood there so self-consciously looking at her, naked except for his white Bike jockstrap.

"You're beautiful," she said. "You have a great butt and a nice flat abdomen. I love the dark hair on your chest, and the way it turns into a dark line that runs all the way down your belly and disappears into that nice clean white jockstrap. Do you wear the jockstrap often?"

"Yes," he said. "When I workout or am running."

"I like it," she said. "Turn around and model it."

He complied. "Now, can I get dressed again?" he asked showing a little impatience.

"Yes," she said. "But I have something for you to wear. I'll get it."

She left the room leaving him standing there along in his jockstrap. She returned in a couple of minutes later carrying something he didn't recognize. It had straps and seemed to be made of canvas - white canvas.

"Put your arms out," she said.

"What is that?" he asked looking at the garment that she was unfolding.

"It's a straitjacket," she said simply.

"A straitjacket! You're kidding."

"No," she said. "It's a straitjacket. I want you to wear it."

"Why?"

"Because I want to see what it looks like on you," she said.

"You're crazy," he blurted.

"No I'm not," she said without irritation. "Now put out your arms, and just trust me. You're going to like this."

Again, showing considerable misgivings, he put out his arms. She approached him and slipped both arms easily into the sleeves of the straitjacket. Then she walked behind him and began to cinch up and buckle the four sets of straps that closed the back of the garment. Then she moved out front and looked at him. 

"Looks good so far," she said. "And it fits."

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"It's my father's."

"Your father's!! You must be kidding."

"No, it's dad's. He wears it all the time. Mom puts it on him. He probably wears it two or three times a week. You can see, it's not new. It's been used quite a bit over the years."

"Why?"

"Mom likes him in it."

"Your father is an important person in this state," he said. "Why would he wear a straitjacket?"

"I told you - because my mother likes him to wear it."

"If you say so," he said still not understanding.

"Now, spread your legs," she instructed. Then she stood behind him and reached through his legs and grabbed one of the straps that hung down from the front of the jacket. She pulled it up between his legs, being careful to look around and see that it passed on the right side of the pouch/bulge of his jockstrap. She buckled the strap on the back side of the jacket, and repeated with the second strap seeing that it was on the left side. Again she moved to the front and looked at him. 

"I approve," she said

"I'm glad," he said. "Are we done?"

"Not yet. Wrap your arms around your body."

He did, and she moved behind him again, and took the straps at the end of the arms, cinched them through the buckle provided, and pulled them tight locking his arms in a tight self-embrace.

"Too tight?" she asked.

"No," he said. "But snug."

"Good," she said moving to the front. There she found another strap that went over his arms, holding them firmly to the front of the jacket.

"Done," she said. "I like it. On you it looks good."

"Okay," he said. "Now take it off."

"We're not done yet," she protested. "You sit down on the couch there while I get a few more things."

She left quickly, so he moved to the couch and sat waiting to see what she would do next. At that point, he realized he didn't have much choice.

She returned with four long belts made of heavy tan cloth, each just over one inch wide. She quickly knelt down and wrapped one around his ankles, cinching it and buckling it in place. The next was high up just below his knees, and the third she wrapped and buckled above his knees.

"And just what are those for?" he asked.

"So you wont' go anywhere," she laughed. 

"Well," he said looking at himself, "You've really got me tied up I guess. And I still don't know what this is all about."

"Oh, silly," she laughed. "Be patient. Now I need to go change clothes. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"As if I could trussed up like this," she heard him say as she glided out of the room.

He sat and waited, wondering what next. It was bazaar at best. But he had let her do it. Now he wondered what she would do.

She returned, and he almost fell off the couch. She had taken off all of her clothes except for a tiny black thong. She stood in front of him and modeled the skimpy attire.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

All he could do was stare at her beautiful firm breasts, her lovely beckoning thighs, her long hair cascading down her seductive body that she was moving in a most beguiling way.

"You're beautiful," he managed. He felt himself swelling inside the pouch of the jockstrap. "Just beautiful. God, you're beautiful. When you parade like that in front of me, I don't know if I can resist you."

"And that's why you're tied up," she laughed.  "Haven't you figured that out yet?"

"It does make sense," he said. "When will you get dressed and then release me?"

"Let's watch something on TV first," she laughed.  We've got lots of time."

She turned on the television set, picked the program she wanted, and then sat next to him, holding him with her outstretched arm, moving the other arm across her body to touch his leg. She played with his leg, approaching but not touching the straining fabric of the jockstrap. He was so aroused he wondered if he would break through the light material which was all that held him in.

They watched television for almost three hours. It was then nearly ten o'clock.

"I think I need to go home now," he said. "This has been great - a real surprise, but I think you need to let me go."

"Oh, you're a party pooper," she said. "I've more surprises."

"Such as?" he asked getting worried.

She stood and did a 'come-hither' walk across the room in front of him, disappearing out the door. She returned with one piece of black cloth which she used quickly to blindfold him.

"Now what?" he asked. "Really, I think we've gone far enough with this."

"No," she said. He sensed that she had left the room again. She was gone a few minutes, then returned. She was behind him again.

"Open your mouth," she said.

"Are we eating something?" he asked.

"Just open your mouth and be surprised," she instructed with a coy cooing sound.

He opened his mouth, and before he could react, she pushed in a large plug that filled most of the space he had exposed, wrapped the leather strap that held the plug around his face and head, and buckled it behind his head. Then she worked on the other straps, removing the blindfold, pulling two straps up between his eyes where they joined into one and went over the top of his head and down the back to buckle to the strap that held the affair in place. Another strap circled his head above his eyes and a final strap went under his chin.

"Mmmmm!!!" he protested.

"It's daddy's gag," she said by way of explanation. "Mother said I should put it on you right away, but I waited until now. After all, I wanted to talk for a while. But now we need the gag for the rest of the time. Do you like it?"

"Mmmmmm," he said shaking his head to indicate that indeed, he did not like it at all.

"Oh, you'll like it," she cooed. "I know you will. Give it time. You're going to get to wear it for quite a while."

"Mmmmm Mmmmm," he said, shaking his head no again.

"Now, for the big surprise," she said. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head. He wasn't sure he heard what she had said. "Mmmmm," he said, nodding yes.

"I thought you would," she said. "We've never slept together before, and Mother said it was about time. So we can stay here all week while they're gone and sleep together every night. Is that okay with you?"

"Mmmmm!!!" he said nodding agreement. "Mmmmmm mmmmm mmmmpfff mmmmmpfff," he said trying to get her to understand that she should untie him.

"You're so cute," she said. "You look just as good as I thought you would. Would you like to go to bed now?"

"Mmmmm," he said, nodding yes, hoping that would signal his release.

"Okay," she said. Stand and I'll help you hop into the bedroom.

"Mmmmm mmmmm mmmmm mmm mmmmmmmmm," he said shaking his head meaning 'no,' and again indicating she should untie him.

"Come on now," she said. "Up and into the bedroom."

Reluctantly he stood, figuring that once in the bedroom she would release him. They hopped out of the den, down the hall, and into the large bedroom used generally by her parents. The bed was turned down, ready for them. She guided him to one side, and helped him lay down facing the center of the bed. She drew up his legs toward his back, and fastened them to the straitjacket holding him in a firm hog-tie. From the sides of the bed she produced rope and she used it to lash him to the side of the bed. Another rope went to the head of the bed and this she tied to a ring at the top of his gag straps. More rope fastened him to the foot of the bed.

She walked around to the other side of the bed, and smiled at him. 

"You look great," she said. "All comfortable and ready for a good night's sleep."

"MMMMMMMMmmpfffff," he said. He shook his head 'no' vigorously.

Slowly, she climbed into the bed, and scooted over toward him. She had turned off the lights, so now the room was very dark. He felt her move next to him. The ropes prevented him from moving much at all. She put one hand on his shoulder, the other hand moved down and cupped the pouch of the still straining jockstrap. And he heard her beathing as it became regular and soft.

"Now I trust you too," she soothed in her most seductive voice. "Now you can't talk me into something we shouldn't do or do to me something we shouldn't do. Now we can spend the whole week together and sleep together every night. Mother suggested it. She knows how to handle men."

"Mmmmm, mmmm mmmm mmm," he tried, knowing that she understood nothing of his plea for relese.

"Good night," she whispered. " Be quiet now. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite." She laughed softly and then she was quiet. He could tell, she had quickly fallen asleep.

He laid there and tried to sleep too. It was the first time he had slept with her, and it wasn't exactly the way he had imagined it. Still, he thought to himself, he trusted her too!

07/02/02.