Thread: Bondage Love (Thymoit and Rohan)

Mike had more in common with his next door neighbor than he suspected. At sixteen he was 5'10 and still growing, lean in the way teen-aged boys get when they're growing. He kept thick dark hair cut short. He had tried spiking it for a while, but found it easier to just run a comb through it. His lean frame hid wiry muscle from years of martial arts practice and he was stronger than he appeared. He was blessed with both good looks and money, but he didn't fit in with the popular crowd. In part that was because he didn't act like a rich kid. His family owned several gas stationconvenience stores, but his parents were quiet and conservative about their wealth. His parents liked their privacy and didn't show off or entertain. They weren't members of the contry club and or expensive family vacations. Mike's father gave him a hefty allowance, but expected him to work part-time as an assistant manager at one of his convenience stores. For his sixteenth birthday, they'd bought Mike a car, but it was a sensible used car. Like his parents, Mike blended into the social scene at high school. He was introverted with only a few close friends, still a virgin and shy around girls. Before his fascination with bondage, online and computer games had been his obsession. Yet, he wasn't quite geeky or smart enough to be a nerd. Instead he fell into the unnoticed average. He'd just about given up on Kristi. Should he have been more direct? Sure, he saw the book, but maybe it was something a friend had slipped her. He had no proof she was really into bondage or that she fantasized about being a slave. He could always just ask her out - a date thing. Feel her out, talk to her. He'd thought about it before, just never screwed up the courage. Now... he thought about her all the time. He'd turn out the light in his room early, and sit in his darkened room looking at hers. Would she put on the chain? A day went by, then two, then three. He'd had a lot of sex fantasies while jacking off, but that's it. He'd given up. Then in second period as they shared a class he saw it. She was wearing the chain on her wrist! He hardly remembers anything that went on that class. He spent the whole period sneaking glances at Kristi. Damn she's hot. She wasn't always, but she's grown in all the right places. It would be easy to focus on her breasts. She's got great big boobs. He knows they're 100 natural, despite looking too big to be real on her slight frame. He could get hard just watching her breathe, but there is more to her than just big tits. She is a wonderfully curvy package, narrow waist and a dynomite ass. And her hair, damn. It is a sexy shade of natural red and falls down on her shoulders. He'd love to run his fingers through it. She was a pretty cool person, too. Not stuck up despite her looks and she didn't sleep around. She was pretty damn close to perfect. What did she look like naked? Did she have a thick bush? What would it be like to own her? Sex. He would be having sex with her. Fucking her. Having her suck his cock. Fucking those tits. She was wearing the chain, but how far would she take it? Should he stick with the plan? He could pass her a note or just tell her. No, he was too nervous. Play up on the mystery master thing. Just like he planned. He kept silent and just fantasized. Between second period and third, he followed her, not too close, from a good ways back, followed her to find out her locker. Then after she went away to class he slipped a note into her locker. It is a very nice note on expensive paper, sealed in an envelope. Hello Slave, You made the first step to your new life. I saw my chain on your arm. You belong to me now. I long to claim you in my arms, but not yet. I have a gift for you and a small test, a chance to prove your obedience. Go to locker B-209. You will find it unlocked. Inside you will find a plastic bag and a digitial camera. Take both. Go to a bathroom. In the bag you will find my gift a set of panties more appropriate for a slave. Remove your clothes and put on the new panties. Take a few pictures of yourself wearing the panties and nothing else. Then you may get dressed. Place your panties in the bag. Return the bag with your old panties and the digital camera to locker B-209. I expect obedience. You must do this task today at school. I have created an email account for you. !-- e --a hrefmailtoSecretSlaveanonmail.comSecretSlaveanonmail.coma!-- e --. The password is IamYours. I will contact you by that account once you have followed my instructions. Your Secret Master Click to expand... The locker is as Mike described, unlocked with a black plastic bag and a digital camera. It was his locker last year and he accidentally went back to it this year and discovered it wasn't in use. In the bag is a black silk thong, the tiny triangle of fabric is sheer. Even worn it will hide nothing. Mike hopes it fits. He had to guess on size. Which is why he didn't buy her a bra. That thong should fit, but Kristi has great big boobs and he didn't want to get the size wrong. OOC that is NOT a valid email address.