I'm his bound and gagged girlfriend

Part 1 - The handoff

We were 17. I'd only kissed her a few times. I tried feeling her up but she wasn't into it. It was a long summer. We talked about sex. But neither of us had any experience to speak of. So I let a few silly fantasies slip out. I didn't hear from her for a few weeks. Finally, I met her for ice cream downtown. She seemed distant until her friend, Joey showed up. Now everything was all fun and games again. Is she seeing this guy? I was crushed! She told me she was handing me off. Joey was there to pick up my pieces. I was just... confused.

Joey had his own car. And his own apartment. I'd just turned 18 and Joey said that was what he had been waiting for. I was still confused. 

"Get in the car and we can get started" He ordered. I obeyed. On the drive to his apartment, he told me what was going on. My loudmouth girlfriend had shared my secrets with all her friends. Joey was the older brother of one of them. He said the girls think he is gay. His story stopped. I stared back at him. 

"And...?" I asked.

"Well, I'm certainly into some gay stuff. I don't like all guys like that. But hearing about your fantasies got me thinking."

We were on the other side of town. A long way from my house. I was getting nervous. I needed some answers quickly. 

"Well if you're gay, what would you want with me, Joey?"

Part 2 - I'm the bitch

Joey turns toward me. And with a stern and determined look in his eyes, he said:

"Having a girlfriend who will wear all sorts of sexy, cute little girly undies, and who would let me tie her up when it's just her and me in my place, that gets my motor running. Do you know what I mean, bitch?"

"Bitch?" I muttered.

"Yeah. I can call you my bitch from now on. Because you took my first order to get in the car. You remember that. Right?"

I didn't respond. I was sweating. And it wasn't very hot outside. 

"Well, I'm going to keep that train rolling. You just do what I tell you, and we will get along just fine. And you'll get all your secret little fantasies fulfilled."

All I could do was look back at him with some stupid expression on my face. I was getting a little dizzy. What the fuck did that girl tell him? And everyone else too??!!! We were getting closer to his place. I started squirming in the seat.

"It's Ok, bitch. I came prepared. Open the glove box and put those on. Put them on with your hands behind your back.

What the fuck? I opened the glove box. A big shiny pair of police handcuffs were in there. "Where did you get these?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"My brother is a cop. There are several pairs around our place. We live together here. But he isn't getting home until really late tonight. So we have plenty of time."

I gently picked them up. They were cold and heavy. I looked back at him. I'm sure my face was beat red. We were pulling into his parking garage. 

"Put them on, bitch. Behind your back."

The car stopped. He just sat there looking at me. Waiting. I fumbled for a minute with one cuff. I've never really used these before. He sat there not offering any assistance. I was stalling, I think. He didn't seem to mind waiting. I looked at the car door. Maybe I should jump out and run for it. Click! Just then one of the cuffs flipped around and latched to my wrist. It surprised me. I jumped a little. 

"Keep going. That's a good start, bitch."

I... oh so slowly... so slowly... moved my arm behind my back. 

"That's a good girl. You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"

More fumbling. These things aren't all that user-friendly, I was thinking. Finally, another click. I sort of panicked. Looking surprised and nervous. What did I just do? I immediately pulled back against the locked cuffs. They had me. I was in bindings in a strangers car in a strange part of town. But... the fact I was locked there, his prisoner, made me feel safe for some reason. What is going on in my fucking head?

"You'll need to help me get out of the car. I can't do anything like this."

"Don't worry, my little bitch. I'll give you all the help you are ever going to need."

Joey moved across the car, reaching back and squeezing the cuffs tighter. A few more little clicks. Holding my arms back with them, he leaned in close. His hand was on my face, turning my attention to him. His lips kissed mine. One quick, gentle little kiss. "Tell me you are my bitch."

My eyes were wide open. How did I get here? What is happening to me? It feels wrong. But not really. I'm so confused.

"Yes, sir. I'm your bitch, sir."

Part 3 - Am I a slut?

Joey pushed my mouth open with his lips and tongue. He wouldn't stop kissing me. I struggled. I tried to resist. But he had me. He didn't stop to let me breathe, and he didn't give up. I finally gave in. I suddenly felt like his prom date. His sweet little girlfriend had too much to drink. He was going to take advantage. And I was letting him. Am I slut, too?

"Relax and be my bitch, sweetie."

After what seemed like hours he let me loose. Before I knew what was happening we were out of the car and running up the stairs. The apartment door popped open and in we went. I was out of my shoes,  pants, and shorts before we made it to the bedroom. He put me on my knees by the bed while he ripped off his clothes. Down on the floor with me, he moved from kissing me to sucking my nipples. His hands were all over me. He was breathing hard. I was drooling and trying to keep up. The cuffs hurt my wrists. He was standing up. I was sucking a guy's cock!

"Oh fuck!"

It all happened so fast. He had moved me through the apartment and shoved his cock down my throat in record time. I wasn't doing a very good job of sucking him, I am sure. 'Cause, he quickly stopped me and we took a break. He was in front of me pushing me onto the bed. My cuffs come loose, falling to the floor. An array of pink lacey underclothes shower over me.  "Get on the bed and get dressed. Do it quick, bitch!"

Part 4 I am the bitch! - coming soon