Stories of Sex

Tied Up, Gagged and Left To Wait Sex

I asked Kayleigh to come help me with being a muse for a drawing that I wanted to make of my character in my novel. It helps if I can envision them as I write, and she had the look I was going for. We sat in the study and she let me draw her. My phone buzzed and I quickly picked it up in case it was Andrew telling me he was home early. It was just an email.

"What time does he get back?"

"He said that he will be back in the afternoon. I think they left at 11 this morning so it should be the back of 2, maybe earlier if there wasn't traffic."

"It's nearly 1. Are you excited yet?"

"Only because I can give him the biggest cuddle and just enjoy being there with him, have someone to spend time with."

"You've missed the sex though right?"

"What is it with you virgins and being obsessed with sex?"

"But you can't deny is, you missed it."

I hesitated. Was she on something? Was she going to press matters more about the details. I wasn't sure why she was asking. But there was no harm in being honest about it.

"Yeah, a little I guess. I mean, we aren't all about it, but it is really good. I'm more looking forward to just seeing him though."

"So, big night then? You'll be going at it all night."

Really? I rolled my eyes at her and knew she was just taking the piss now.

"If we go at it all night, I won't have good use of my legs for anything and I won't be able to sit down properly for a few days. No, we aren't going to be going at it all night."

We sat in silence and I continued to draw her.

"This is not getting you prepared for seeing him. Come on, don't you want to get yourself organised?"

"Who says I'm not?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've got myself sorted. Everything is trimmed, I have a strapless bra on, and I have the underwear he loves on."

Kayleigh blushed as I said this, and I went back to work silently. We sat there until I was done, which didn't take long. It was only just turning 1 when I showed her the finished project. She loved it. I'm glad. It meant I could move on with the novel and get some writing done before Andrew came home.

"What underwear do you have on?"

"What?"

"I know you said it was the underwear he likes but what does it look like?"

"I'm not showing you. Not in the study."

"Fine."

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom and slammed the door closed.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I just want to know what I could maybe do with clothing choice when it's my time."

I rolled my eyes and hesitated. Really? But then again she is my best friend and we have the sex talk a lot. What's the harm, she's seen me with less on. I showed her the underwear and she looked at it with some form of concentration on her face.

"Ok. And how do they look if you're kneeling?"

I didn't say anything, but I got on the bed and showed her.

"And lying down with your knees up?"

I showed her that too and she remained silent. I wasn't sure what any of this was going to help her with. Next thing I knew she had tape in her hands, and she was wrapping it around my ankle and thigh on each leg. I was trapped.