Aspiring

Exile!

The next day, the fifth day with the crazy ladies, Tyler Marchand awoke and found the blindfold gone, the robe gone, but boxer on him, covering him up and his hands and feet still bound together with the tape. (His arms, pulled behind his back.) He blinked a few times and his eyes landed on the young lady known as Lillian. He hoped she wasn’t going to be as naughty as he’d dreamed her to be yesterday, before Mikayla raped the shit out of him and fucked him to her essential bliss.

Luckily for him, Lillian wasn’t too interested in destroying poor Tyler. In fact, she seemed to be contemplating something. She hadn’t touched him yet and she seemed to be a little lost even. It was like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to fuck him up or not.

Finally, she stood up and walked over to him. “Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen, Tyler. I’m going to have a session with you...but...then I’m going to get you the hell out of here. I can’t stand to see you in so much pain like this. It hurts me deeply. I care about you. A lot and I can’t stand hearing you scream into gags and get insanely fucked by Mickey. I’m not even sure they are my friends anymore. I wanted you to like me, but not like this. Not like this.” She reached out and touched his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry, this happened to you.”

Tyler was at a loss for words. He could speak if he wanted to, but he couldn’t. Something wasn’t allowing him to. For once it wasn’t a gag or Mikayla. It was himself.

“Oh please say something to me Tyler, I’ve heard you too much, haven’t I!? This is all my fault.” She sat down on the bed and buried her head into her hands.

“No, it’s not,” Tyler finally croaked out.

Lillian raised her head and turned to him. She wiped her eyes and beamed. “Thank you.”

“I’m grateful for your kindness, Lilly. You have a kind heart. I look forward to our session.” For the first time in weeks, Tyler smiled. It was a sweet smile and it warmed Lillian’s heart.

“You’ve made my day, Tyler. I promise, I won’t be hard on you.”

“Do whatever you want,” Tyler said, with a movie star wink.

“Okay...can I - um...can I - uh...gag you?” She blushed deep red in the cheeks.

“Absolutely. If it pleasures you and makes you happy.”

“Thank you, I’ll be gentle I promise.”

Tyler grinned, as Lillian situated him into place. The two remained smiling at one another, which was a welcome change for once. Sure Tyler was sore and weak and it would take him a month probably just to recover from the torture, but he was happy to allow this young lady a final send-off to her wishes, as she was helping him out. And he was grateful for that.

Lillian moved in a rhythmic motion, as she blindfolded him once more. “I want things to be a surprise to you, Tyler.” He was fine with that, still beaming with joy.

When, Lillian was done, she finally removed the blindfold from his eyes and carefully moved it down his face. He gave her a wink and even opened his mouth for her, willingly. She smirked and lowered the material of the blindfold into it’s new place. She stuffed it into his mouth and then pulled the knot tighter, behind his head, to secure it in place. He looked at her, gazing into her eyes.

For a moment, she lost herself, but she kissed him on the forehead. She got up from the bed and walked out of his eye-sight, disappearing somewhere behind the bed. He could hear her rummaging through stuff and making a lot of noise as she did something.

Tyler decided to find out what Lillian’s vision was. He found that his was tied down to the bed. His arms were raised up and set above his head, tied by a rope around his bound wrists, which attached him to the headboard. He yanked at it to see if he could get free. But its efforts were in vain. He looked up to find that his ankles were tied to either end of the front of the bed. His legs were spread apart in spread-eagle form once more. He made a muffled noise.