Tied With A Bow
By: TRL
Lucy Hale, Troian Bellisario
MF, FF, Oral, Anal, Bondage, Spanking, Toys
The following is a work of fiction. Sexy, sexy fiction, but fiction none-the-less. It did not happen. It probably never could happen. But since it’s fiction, we can pretend it did. This story involves a girl being tied up, by her own volition, and enjoying sex with both a man and another woman. If tied up girls are not your thing, this story is not for you. If two adult, consenting women engaging in sexual relations is not your thing, this story is not for you. If seeing a man treat a tied-up women with some respect even as he fucks her isn’t your thing, this story is not for you. Feel free to read some of the other stories around here. We have codes for a reason. Also, if you are too young for the laws of your residence to be reading this, please do not. I am not looking to participate in the delinquency of minors, it’s just a side-effect of what I do. This story is for entertainment purposes only, no one paid me to write it. I do, however, accept bribes should they be offered.
The inspiration for this story is two-fold. Half of it comes from random internet porn viewing, but the initial inspiration is a single photograph of Lucy Hale in a bathing suit with her hands tied behind her back. I do not normally write a lot of bondage, but this is a case of me experimenting. That said, 95% of this story was written when I did not have internet access, so any factual errors in how a professional Dom would operate are entirely my fault. I’ll freely admit I don’t entirely know what I’m talking about here. I’d like to think it’s a good story regardless. Also, the standard “TRL is too lazy to properly proofread his own story” warning should be headed. There are probably typos and grammatical mistakes aplenty in this. Sorry. There’s also a lot of commas, but that’s just how I write. Tell KMB I’ll write fewer commas when he stops writing “Harem” chapters that make “War & Peace” look like “The Cat in the Hat” in terms of length.
Feedback: It’s a bit of a bitch to get me feedback right now. If you’re a member of the CSSA/TSSA/WOWEFA boards, feel free to leave something in the Feedback thread. As we no longer have private messages on the boards, nor do I feel like opening a whole new email just for the occasional note about how great/awful my writing is, you’re stuck with the boards. I am around online, in certain social media places that I cannot and will not list here, so I’m not impossible to find. At least, not yet. Maybe someday I’ll go all ghosty, like Carnage Jackson, and only pop up once in a blue moon.
TL;DR version: Sexy FICTION story about girls and a boy tying things up. Don’t read if you don’t like/are too young. None of this happened. Mind the Codes and Please enjoy:
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Tied With A Bow:
“Are you ready for this?” he asked.
Lucy Hale swallowed hard and thought about it one last time. She’d never done anything quite like this before. She’d always played it safe, rarely gotten any wilder in bed than girl-on-top. But if she was ever going to try, this was the time. She took a deep breath and nodded.
“I’m ready,” she said.
“Turn around,” he said. Lucy did so, feeling the white-fur trimmed bottom of her skirt flare out, certain it was showing off the bottoms of her nearly-bare buttocks. He supposedly loved ass, so she wore a thong that matched her lingerie just to let him see as much of hers as possible. He grunted in approval and put a hand on her shoulder.
“Hands behind your back,” he told her next. Lucy hesitated just a second, but put both her hands behind her, committed to doing this right.
It had started with a photo shoot for a magazine. Knowing her time on “Pretty Little Liars” was closer to ending than starting, and not having the kind of success with her country music album she’d hoped for, Lucy had agreed to do a risque shoot for Paper magazine that had included a shot of her in a one-piece bathing suit, her arms tied behind her back, a fair amount of ass cheek hanging out the bottom of the suit. Lucy hoped the pics would help move her away from the child starlet mode her career was threatening to be stuck in. She might not have gotten the Anastasia Steele role in the “50 Shades of Gray” movie, but she was willing to prove she could play a sex kitten if needed.
She just hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much. Just being restrained like that had turned Lucy on. Seeing the black and white picture later had forced her to find a bathroom and relieve her sexual frustrations. As soon as she’d finished herself off, she’d immediately known she’d wanted more.
She’d never done anything like this. She’d had sex, certainly. She’d done sexy photoshoots before, too, and not ended up this horny. It was being restrained that had turned her on. Now she wanted to try being tied up during sex.
He took the long red ribbon off the nearby table and stepped up behind Lucy. He put her wrists next to each other and began weaving the ribbon around and between her lower arms. Lucy took a sharp gasp of breath, the first brush of the soft ribbon sending shivers down her mostly exposed spine. Knowing what this meant, knowing she wouldn’t be able to move her arms again until he wanted her to, both scared and thrilled her.
He must have been a boy scout, because he expertly knotted the ribbon around her wrists to hold her arms tight, but without hurting her a bit. If she’d been able to look behind her, she’d see he’d even tied a festive little bow with the red ribbon, making the restraint look like part of her seasonal lingerie.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Already her nipples were hard, and she could feel the heat building between her legs.
“Now we’ve talked about this, but let’s go over it again,” he said, gently running a finger down her cheek. “You want to be restrained, yes?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to have sex with you, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Oral?”
“Yes.”
“Vaginal?”
“Yes.”
“Anal?”
Lucy paused. “I, I don’t know. I haven’t-”
“Then that’s a no,” he said, cutting her off. “I’m not going to do anything you aren’t one hundred percent behind.”
“O-okay,” Lucy said. She’d only had anal twice in her life, and hadn’t really enjoyed it either time. But she knew how much he loved her ass, and she wanted him to have every part of her.
“Now, what about pain?” he asked next. “Do you want me to spank you?”
“A little,” Lucy admitted. That would be hard in her current position, since her tied wrists were basically covering her ass.
“What about whips? I can get one.”
“No!” she said quickly. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Okay, that’s fine,” he said. “Toys?”
“Toys?” Lucy asked.
“Dildos. Vibrators. Anal beads. I have a Sybian in the back that Ashley went crazy for-”
“Maybe a dildo,” Lucy said. “I, uh, I don’t know if I’m ready for the rest.”
“What do you use when you masturbate?” he asked as casually as if he was asking what time it was.
“My fingers,” Lucy admitted, blushing a bit.
“That’s fine. Nothing better than the tools we were born with. Is there anything else you’d like to try?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Lucy said.
“Whatever you want, I’ll do,” he said simply.
“I want you to fuck me,” Lucy spit out quickly. “Not, like, just making love. I want you to take me, you know. Use me for your pleasure. I’m tied up. I’m yours. Use me.”
He actually smiled at that. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Lucy said, taking another deep breath.
“The safe word?” he asked.
“Bionic,” she said, rolling her eyes. He’d chosen it by looking over her resume. “Bionic Woman” had barely gotten 8 episodes, but he’d enjoyed it.
“Bionic,” he nodded. “Lucy Hale, are you ready for your Christmas present?” he asked formally.
“Yes,” she said.
“On your knees. Now,” he said. Lucy blinked, surprised by the change in his tone. He hadn’t raised his voice, wasn’t sneering, but his tone made it clear she HAD to do what he said.
And suddenly, she realized getting down on her knees was harder without her arms to balance her. She wobbled when she tried to go one leg at a time, and he had to catch her to keep from falling.
“Bend both knees and drop slowly,” he suggested, holding her by the shoulders. Lucy did as she was told, and with his help quickly found herself kneeling before him. He kept his hands on her shoulders for a moment, just looking at her. She looked up at him – being short, she was used to that anyway, but on her knees she had to really lean her neck back.
“Is this expensive?” he asked, slipping a finger under the shoulder strap of her lingerie.
“Yeah, kinda,” Lucy admitted. She’d spent a couple hundred bucks getting this naughty Misses Claus lingerie sized to her.
“I should have had you remove it before I tied your arms,” he said, slipping the shoulder straps down her arms. Lucy blinked in surprise as her small but perky tits were suddenly exposed, the red straps allowing the cups to fall just below her breasts. He looked at them, and for a moment, Lucy felt like she was being judged.
“Quite nice,” he said, his tone still powerful. He was a man who got what he wanted, and Lucy really, really wanted him to want her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, not knowing what else to say.
“Sir? Yes, I like that,” he said. “From now on, you will address me only as Sir. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” Lucy said, trying not to squirm. Her pussy was literally dripping at his command, making the front of her panties uncomfortably wet. She was a Hollywood actress, a popular country singer, and a growing social media darling. But here, in this room, she was nothing but a wanton slut, desperate for her Sir to take her.
He reached down and unzipped his pants, fishing out his limp cock. The sight of it both thrilled Lucy and disappointed her. She was ravenously horny, but he wasn’t even erect? She was tied, topless, and on her knees, and he seemed almost disinterested. Lucy wanted him hard. Wanted him excited. Wanted him to want her so bad, he’d throw her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck her into next Christmas.
“Lick me,” he said. Lucy opened her mouth and leaned forward, fighting to stay upright while engulfing his flaccid member. But as soon as she started to pull him into her mouth, he reached down and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her off him with a firm but somehow painless yank. “I said lick!” he said, his voice raising slightly. Lucy shivered, both in fear and delight. She answered by sticking her tongue out. He grunted, and guided her head back towards his crotch.
Thankfully, as soon as Lucy started licking him, he started to grow hard. She treated his manhood like a lollipop, or an ice cream cone, using her tongue to lap all around it, but never putting it in her mouth. The whole time, his hand remained in her dark hair, holding her in place without hurting her.
He had done this before, that much was obvious. For a second, a pang of jealousy shot through Lucy. He’d done her friends and co-stars. Ashley had raved about him. Shay had used him to remind herself of her heterosexuality. Troian was the one who bought Lucy this time as a Christmas gift! He’d tied all of them up, made them lick his cock until he was hard, and then probably fucked all of them good and hard. Just like Lucy needed.
“Enough,” he said, pulling her back away from him. “Open your mouth. Wide. You’re going to take as much of me as possible, is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lucy said before opening her mouth.
“You won’t be able to say Bionic when I’m filling your mouth. What’s the non-verbal safe code?” he asked as he gently slid his now-erect cock between her lips.
Lucy wanted to groan in delight as his shaft finally filled her mouth, but she instead hummed three times in quick succession, the agreed upon code that she wanted to stop. He immediately pulled himself out of her, and she found herself wanting to cry in disappointment.
“Very good. Have you ever deep-throated before?”
“No, Sir,” Lucy said. “And I don’t want to. I don’t want to risk my vocal chords.”
“Of course,” he said. “Very well, we’ll just fill your mouth then. Get my cock good and wet, my dear,” he said, switching back to his commanding tone. With that, he was back inside Lucy’s mouth, and she began sucking on him in earnest.
For the longest time, Lucy just concentrated on sucking on his cock. With Her tongue working over the underside and her mouth moving up and down on his shaft in time with him moving her head just so, she felt like she could do this forever. But other than guiding her head back and forth, he didn’t seem to even notice she was sucking on him. He just stood there, looking not at her, but across the room at whatever was behind Lucy. That pang of jealousy returned, and Lucy tried to bob her head faster.
“No,” he said firmly, stopping her and holding her in place, just the tip of his cock between her lips. He looked down at her eyes, and she could tell he wasn’t happy with her.
“I am in control here. Not you. I control how fast this goes. Is that understood?” He pulled out of her just enough to let her speak.
“Yes, Sir,” she said. He immediately put himself back in her mouth, and the slow sucking started again.
It felt like it went on forever. Between the smell, the taste, and the inherent arousal she got from being tied up, Lucy remained in a state of arousal, but with every slow slide up and down Sir’s cock, she grew more and more frustrated. She wanted more than this! She wanted to get fucked! She needed to get fucked! Why wouldn’t he fuck her?
More time passed – Lucy was certain it was hours, but it might have just been minutes. Her knees didn’t ache, and he seemed content to just stand there. She could only stare at his still covered crotch or up at his face, so she couldn’t see a clock or a window or anything else that might let her judge the passage of time. Her entire world was nothing but Sir and Sir’s cock.
Eventually, she gave in. She let her neck go completely limp, letting him control her head entirely. The only movement she made on her own was to slide her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, and to make sure she breathed in when she was pulled back away from his crotch. If Sir and Sir’s cock were the only things in her world, she’d give herself entirely to them.
He noticed. She glanced up and saw a small smile crossing his lips. Part of her wanted to suck harder, but she fought against that instinct, instead letting herself go. This was what she wanted, after all. She was his to use, and if this was how he wanted to use her, not only would Lucy let him, she would be the best slow suck she could possibly be.
Suddenly he pressed her against his crotch, filling her mouth completely with his cock, and just held her there. She could barely breathe through her nose, but when she did she smelled that erotic musk of his, and she was more than willing to smell that forever. She was fairly certain her pussy would be dripping down her legs at this point.
Then he let her go and stepped back away from her. The rest of the world came flooding in, shocking her a bit. She’d forgotten she was tied. Forgotten she was wearing this expensive but slutty Christmas lingerie. Forgotten she was on her knees in some strange room she’d never been in before in her life.
“Very good,” he said, undoing his belt. Lucy stayed there, watching as his slowly stripped out of his clothes, carefully placing them on a small bench off to the side. Above the bench were any number of particularly sharp looking items Lucy didn’t want to know about. He had done this before. Taken famous women and made them his personal sex toy. Doing the sort of stuff the worst kind of porn videos showed. More jealousy shot through Lucy. Did he prefer blondes? Would he rather have someone more famous than she was? Taller? Richer? Sluttier?
Before she knew it, he was completely naked before her, his erection pointing at her like an accusing finger. He walked over to her and helped her back to her feet.
“Ten minutes,” he told her even as he lead her towards another bench, this one padded and without any sharp objects hanging above it. “Every one of your co-stars I’ve had took much longer to give in to me like that. Shay lasted almost an hour.”
Ten minutes? That was it? Lucy could hardly believe it, but she didn’t have time to think about it. Sir sat down on the bench, positioned Lucy on his right side, and without a word bent her over his lap. She could feel his erection pressing against her side, feel her tits swaying a little as they hung beneath her, and felt the bottom of her ass hanging out, exposed to the room save for the very tiny strand of thong that ran between her cheeks.
Once again, she was at his complete disposal, and once again Lucy felt her pussy wetting the front of her panties.
“I’m going to spank you a bit,” he said, gently running his right hand over the bottom of Lucy’s left cheek. She wanted to ask him how he was going to do that, with her hands tied right there, laying atop her buttocks, but he answered that by lifting them up and away.
“I have a hook here that will hold your arms up. Tell me if this is uncomfortable,” he said. Lucy felt him let go of her arms, but the remained held above, forcing her down more over his legs – and almost completely uncovering her ass.
“Well?” He asked.
“It’s odd,” Lucy admitted. “Not comfortable, but it doesn’t hurt, either. Sir,” she remembered to add at the last moment.
“Good. If it starts to bother, you know the safe word,” he said. Then, without warning, he slapped her nearly naked ass.
“Oh!” She called out, more surprise than hurt. There was some stinging on her left butt cheek, almost more warmth than anything else. To her surprise, it felt good.
“You’ve been naughty, Lucy Hale,” he said as he slapped her other cheek.
“Yes, sir,” she answered.
“How have you been naughty, Lucy?” he asked before spanking her again.
“Oh! I, uh, I don’t-”
SLAP
That one hurt. “Don’t lie, Lucy,” Sir said. “You’ve been a dirty little slut who wants sex, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir! That’s it, sir!”
“Tell me!” He said, slapping her left cheek again, the stinging kind of slap.
“I’ve been a dirty little slut who wants sex, sir,” Lucy said. He slapped her twice, once on each cheek.
“What kind of sex?” he asked.
“Tied up sex, Sir,” Lucy said. That got her three slaps in quick succession.
“Is that it?”
“I want to be used, Sir,” Lucy said. Two slaps.
“By who?”
“By you, Sir,” Lucy said, starting to wish she could lower her arms. She could feel his hard, hot cock pressing against her stomach, and wished it was pressing against something else.
SLAP
Another hard one.
“Don’t lie, Lucy,” he said. “Who do you want to have sex with?”
Lucy was confused. “My boyfriend?”
SLAP SLAP
“If that were true, you wouldn’t be here,” Sir said, caressing the warm skin of Lucy’s ass. “You didn’t come here because you just decided to. How did you come to be on my lap?”
“It was a gift, sir,” Lucy said. That got her four quick slaps. She could feel her ass jiggle for a moment after he finished.
“From who?” he asked, rubbing one cheek with the flat of his hand.
“Troian!” Lucy said quickly. “Troian, sir! She gave me this as a gift.”
Five quick slaps, and Lucy felt her thong grow wet again.
“Have you ever slept with Troian?” he asked.
“No,” Lucy said. “She’s married, sir. She likes boys.”
Two quick slaps.
“You do not know who or what Troian likes. She’s been mine more times than her husband has had her.” Sir slapped Lucy’s ass once, twice, three times, slowly but firmly. “What about your other friends? Do you want to sleep with them?”
“Ashley? Shay?” Lucy asked. “I don’t know-”
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Lying! You want them both. I can tell that already.”
“Yes!” Lucy admitted, reeling from the pain on her backside. “Yes, I want to sleep with both of them. Ashley is so sexy, Sir. And Shay is as beautiful as a girl can get.”
“They make your panties wet?” Sir asked.
“YES!” Lucy admitted.
“And Troian?”
“Her, too! She’s so smart, Sir. So sexy. She climbs up on those silk ropes she exercises in, and I just want to kiss her entire body!”
“Have you ever been with a girl?”
“No.”
“But you want to?”
“Yes sir.”
There was a long pause. Then she felt him loop a finger under the waistband of her thong. A moment later, and Lucy was naked from the waist down.
“I’m taking your arms down now. Let them rest on your back for a bit, they’ve been stretched,” Sir said, even as he freed her from the hook. She was still tied in the ribbon, still unable to really move her arms, but relief flooded through her just from being able to put her arms down. She followed instructions, and for several minutes just lay there on his lap as Sir stroked her hair like she was some kind of pet.
Finally, he lifted Lucy up and got her on her feet. He stood before her, still naked, still erect, and it was all Lucy could do not to drop to her knees and start sucking on him again. She was exhausted, but so very turned on.
“Come with me,” Sir said, leading her across the room once more. For a moment, she thought he was going to take her to the large bed that sat there, but instead he brought her in front of a mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he said, standing behind her, a hand on either shoulder. Lucy did, and she looked a wreck. Her hair was a mess, her tits were still exposed. Her expensive Christmas lingerie was somehow wrinkled and her legs were quivering from either exhaustion or desire, she wasn’t sure which.
“You look beautiful,” he said, sliding a hand down to cup one of her breasts. “Nothing more beautiful than a woman who has submitted completely. Do you see that?” he asked. “Do you see how you’ve submitted?”
“Yes, sir,” Lucy said, not knowing what else to say. His hand felt warm and though he somehow avoided her nipple, she felt both of her breasts grow hard just from being held.
Sir’s hand dipped lower, pulling up the white-trimmed skirt, and exposing Lucy’s crotch to the mirror. There was no hiding her excitement, as the tiny tuft of dark hair she kept there was soaked to the skin, and she swore her actual pussy lips were glistening.
“What do you want from me, Lucy?” he asked, even as his hand hovered close to that wet pussy.
“I want you to fuck me, sir. Please, please fuck me.”
He ran a single finger down the length of her slit, sending a vicious shiver through her entire body. It was the first time since she’d gotten here that she’d had any direct pleasure, and it nearly broke her. Her legs wavered, and Sir had to take her shoulders to steady her once more.
“I’m going to get something,” he said, all but whispering in her ear. “Can you stand here, like a good little slut?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he said, letting go of her. Lucy swayed, but stayed on her feet. She kept looking at her dripping wet pussy in the mirror, wishing so hard that Sir would touch it again. Her pussy was crying out, desperate for even a single touch. Something! Anything! A single finger would be more than enough to get her to the promise land of orgasm.
Sir was back a moment later, with some sort of wheeled bench. He locked down the wheels and began adjusting the height. At first, Lucy thought she was making it so she could bend over it and keep her feet on the floor, but he kept moving it higher, and she realized it wasn’t her feet that would be on the floor. It was his.
It took a minute or two, but Sir soon had the bench where he wanted it, and without a word he lifted Lucy up until she could place her feet into two small steps at one end. He then bent her over at the waist until she was almost at 90 degrees, and her face was looking almost directly in the mirror. With her legs spread like they were, she was completely exposed, and Lucy found herself hoping – hoping! – Sir would start to rub her pussy.
“I grow tired of this,” he said, stepping up behind her. Without another word, he slid his cock all the way into Lucy, stretching her pussy and making her moan in delight. He reached down and grabbed her hair and turned her head so she could look at his reflection in the mirror.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her, matter-of-factly. “You are NOT allowed to cum. Do you understand?”
Not cum? Lucy was practically climaxing as it was. Trying to hold back while Sir fucked her with that glorious cock of his seemed impossible.
“Yes sir,” she said, though they both knew she didn’t think she could make it.
He didn’t care. He started fucking her anyway.
“Oh fuck!” Lucy gasped as his cock began moving in and out of her. He started slowly, deliberately, almost as casually as he’d been earlier, when forcing her mouth over his cock. He was nearly matching that pace now, slowly slipping in and out of Lucy’s snatch like he was doing nothing so much as casually flipping channels. He owned Lucy’s pussy, and they both knew it.
Lucy could see his casual attitude in his reflection, the slow in and out of his hips, even as she felt his cock filling every inch of her pussy. She tried not to look at her own face, mostly because she was certain the look on her face would send her over the edge.
Gradually, his pace increased, and after a short eternity he began moving fast enough to make Lucy’s entire body shake with every thrust. And every thrust was better than the last, sending pulse after pulse through Lucy’s entire body. Lucy very quickly followed the lesson she’d learned when sucking on Sir’s cock, and let herself go. But this time, instead of concentrating on Sir’s manhood, all of her attention was on keeping back the tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure that was threatening to overcome her entire being.
And then, quite suddenly, Sir stopped. He pulled his cock out and casually walked away, moving over by a desk Lucy hadn’t even noticed. He peeled off a condom Lucy had never seen him put on, and then walked back over to her. Every step was torture. All Lucy wanted was his rock hard cock back inside her, making her cum. She craved his permission to cum, but also hoped he kept it away while he fucked her some more.
He stepped back up to her, but this time rested his erection between her ass cheeks.
“We have determined you didn’t want anal, correct?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir,” Lucy said, barely able to contain herself. She hoped he would just go back to fucking her. She was so damn close!
“Very well. I only climax in ass, so I’ll need to get another one. Troian?”
Lucy blinked, and felt her jaw drop as Troian Bellisario stepped into view of the mirror, right next to Sir. She wore some kind of leather corset that left both her breasts and her crotch exposed, but her nipples were clamped, and there was something shoved into her pussy. Beyond that, her arms were held wide apart by some kind of bar, and there was a red ballgag in her mouth that Sir immediately went about removing.
Lucy couldn’t believe it. She’d also never seen her co-star look sexier. It was a wonder just the sight of Troian bound and gagged didn’t send Lucy over the edge.
Sir moved over and roughly grabbed Troian’s ass, making the taller girl groan once before he worked to remove her gag.
“Well, has she lived up to your expectations?” Sir asked.
“Yes sir, she has,” Troian said obediently. He spanked her once, hard, but Troian didn’t so much as flinch. Clearly she was more used to this kind of treatment than Lucy was.
“Lucy says she’s never been with a girl. Would you be interested in being her first?”
“Yes sir,” Troian said. “Very interested.”
“I’m not sure you’ve earned it,” Sir said, reached down between Troian’s legs. For a moment, Lucy thought he might pinch her clit or something, but to her surprise he slowly withdrew a large, bright blue dildo shaped like an overly large penis. This time Troian gasped in relief, making Lucy wonder just how long her costar had held that thing inside her.
“Please sir,” Troian said. “I’ll do anything.”
“You’re married now,” Sir said, reaching behind Troian. Lucy should’ve known his hand would come back with something, but the short, fat, purple butt plug that popped out out Troian’s backside still surprised her. “What I want from you is off limits, by your own admission.”
“I’m willing to wave the ass rule,” Troian said, even as Sir took the nipple clamps off her. The relief Troian felt was clear on her face. “In exchange for Lucy.”
“Then I’m willing to let you have her, if she’s willing to have you.”
“Yes!” Lucy cried out. God, she wanted Troian so bad. “Yes, please, be my first, Troian! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
The look Sir shot Lucy was enough to shut her up. Through all of this, he’d always been stern, but his eyes showed real anger at her outburst. “No one,” he said quietly, “asked you to speak, Lucy.”
Lucy didn’t even apologize. She kept her mouth shut.
“For that, I get my payment first,” Sir said, shoving Troian in front of him. They crossed over in front of Lucy, and Troian was made to stand against the mirror, her hands still tied to the spreader bar. Sir stood in front of Lucy and shoved his cock in her face.
“Make me good and wet,” he told Lucy in that commanding tone he had. “I’ll be in your friend’s ass next, and if you don’t want me to hurt her, I need to be lubricated.
Lucy opened up and let him slide his cock inside her mouth. The last thing she wanted was for Sir to hurt Troian. For the next five minutes, Sir fucked Lucy’s mouth with a vigor he hadn’t shown in any other fucking he’d given Lucy. She did her best to keep her mouth wet and coat his cock with her spit, but she feared there would never be enough to make Sir’s cock slick enough to penetrate Troian’s ass.
From the look on her face, Troian agreed.
This time it only took a moment for Lucy to give in, relaxing her neck and letting Sir completely control her while she sucked on his cock. He grunted approvingly, and actually started to move her head back and forth faster. His breathing actually started to get a bit ragged, and for one brief moment, Lucy thought he might climax in her mouth.
But before that could happen, Sir pulled out and walked back over to Troian, ignoring Lucy completely. Without a word, he bent Troian over at the waist and ran a hand over her exposed ass. Lucy had no idea how Troian wasn’t falling forward onto her face, save the other girl’s flexibility. Sir rubbed Troain’s pussy a bit, then lined his cock up with her ass. Without a word, he pushed himself inside with an audible “PLOP” that made Lucy shiver.
What happened next was both horrifying and incredibly arousing. Sir held onto Troian by her hips and began fucking her ass quickly and forcefully. What little experience Lucy had with ass play, she knew this had to hurt Troian, but the taller girl just stood there, bent at a 90 degree angle, taking it up the ass while he arms were still spread at the shoulders with the spreader bar.
Lucy could literally feel her pussy juices running down her own legs by the time Sir grunted, pulled himself as deep into Troian’s ass as he could go, and held her there. His eyes fluttered a bit, but other than that, it barely seemed like he reacted at all.
“Thank you, Sir,” Troian said.
“Thank you. You’ve been using the butt plug, even though you’re married?” He asked.
“It’s a hard habit to break,” Troian admitted as Sir withdrew his cock from her backside.
“Bring your husband by, sometime. I’ll get him to accept all of this.”
“Oh, he accepts it,” Troian said, standing up straight. “But his ass belongs to me, and me alone.”
Sir actually smiled at that. “So does Lucy’s, if she’s willing to give it.”
“Oh, I know,” Troian said, smiling devilishly as she looked over at Lucy. “But I’d like to rearrange her a bit.”
“Whatever you like,” Sir said, reaching up and undoing the Velcro straps holding Troian’s arms to the spreader bar.
For the next several minutes, Lucy could do nothing but watch as Sir stripped Troian of all her bindings, the leather, the spreader bar, and anything else. When she stood before him completely nude, he walked across the room and came back with some pre-wet cleaning clothes. He carefully wiped her down, paying extra close attention to Troian’s pussy and ass. Troian accepted all of it, even when his fingers penetrated her, without complaint. When he finished, he scooped up the used cloths and took them away, leaving Lucy and Troian alone for a moment.
“You doing okay?” Troian asked.
“Y-yes,” Lucy said.
“Bet you’re horny, right?” Troian asked with a sly grin.
“YES,” Lucy exclaimed. “Please, Troian, I-”
“Sush, I’ll get you off, don’t worry.” Troian was about to say something else, but Sir returned.
“So,” he said. “How do you want her?”
“On the bed. Secure,” Troian said.
“Spread or tight?” Sir asked, helping Lucy get back to her feet.
Troian paused and thought for a moment. “Tight, I think.”
Sir nodded, and to Lucy’s surprise, reached behind her and undid the bow. Relief flooded her arms as they were finally released from behind her back.
“Careful,” Sir said, running his hands down each of her arms. “Flex your fingers, get a little extra blood flowing down there.”
“If it’s not too busy flowing elsewhere,” Troian added mischievously.
Lucy worked both hands in circles, flexing her wrists and fingers. Honestly, her shoulders bothered her more than her hands did, but even they weren’t bad.
“Are you ready for more?” Sir asked.
“Yes,” Lucy said.
“Then lay down on the bed. I need more ribbon.”
Lucy laid down and was surprised at how soft the bed was. Somehow, she thought the beds in a professional Dom’s dungeon would be hard, perhaps filled with rocks or sharp, pointy objects hidden just beneath the covers. She lay on her back, and wasn’t at all surprised when Troian laid down next to her. Lucy almost reached for her, but Sir was right there, and she knew she had to wait.
Ugh, the waiting was the worst.
Sir came back with what looked like a mile of red ribbon. He handed half of it to Troian, and then proceeded to wrap it around Lucy’s ankles. Troian started up near Lucy’s head, and worked down. It took forever, and while they avoided her erogenous zones, they brushed up against all of them quite closely. Troian ran the ribbon both just above and just below her breasts, forcing the perky little things to stand up straight despite laying on her back. More ribbon bisected them right down the middle of he body, leading up to where it wrapped around her neck. It wasn’t tight there, but that was the only place it wasn’t tight – Lucy wasn’t going anywhere.
Sir secured her legs together, ran the ribbon up her legs and tied it again just above her knees. More ribbon when up her calves, running inwards, on either side of her soaked pussy, before looping back over her hips and down into the cleft of her ass. With her legs immobile, and her arms pinned to her sides, Lucy couldn’t move anything below her neck. Which was a shame, because she was certain if she could move just a bit, she could use the ribbon running along her pussy to get off with – she was THAT sensitive.
And of course, there was a single bow tied in the ribbon amid the line running beneath Lucy’s tits.
“Have to keep it festive, after all,” Troian said.
“Do you need me for anything else?” Sir asked.
“I need a few toys, but other than that, I think I’m good,” Troian said.
“I’ll get you a selection and be right back,” Sir said.
Troian lay down next to Lucy and looked her co-star in the eyes. “Do you want this? I need to be sure.”
“Yes, I want this,” Lucy said. It was pretty much all she could do. But between being tied up even more securely, Sir doing all those naughty things to her, and having watched him take Troian, Lucy wasn’t sure she’d last more than a minute under Troian’s care.
Troian looked Lucy up and down, shaking her head. “You are so beautiful. You’re like a little doll. I want to dress you up in different costumes, and then fuck you in them.”
“Sounds like fun,” Lucy said. Troian’s head was close to hers now, and she could feel the other woman’s breath on her skin. If she would just come a bit closer, Lucy could finally kiss her, feeling Troian’s lips upon her own, something she wanted almost as much as she wanted to be fucked.
Almost.
“I have some costumes,” Sir said, returning. He had some things in his arms, but Lucy couldn’t make them out.
“No, I want her just like this for our first time,” Troian said. “And we work in television – we can get all the costumes we want.”
“Ooh, the candystriper outfit!” Lucy said, remembering a particularly cute costume from earlier seasons of Pretty Little Liars.
“Hush you,” Sir said firmly. Lucy closed her mouth and mentally kicked herself. She’d gotten so worked up about Troian, she’d forgotten about Sir.
“Will there be anything else?” Sir asked Troian.
“Not now, thank you,” Troian said.
“I’ll be just outside, then,” Sir said. “Enjoy your Christmas present.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Troian said.
“Thank you, Sir,” Lucy echoed.
And with that, Sir left the room. For a moment, Lucy didn’t quite believe it. But then Troian took her chin in her hand and turned Lucy’s head to face her own.
“Last chance,” Troian said. “If you want to back out, now’s the time.”
“I’m not backing out,” Lucy said.
“Then am I your Mistress?” Troian asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” Lucy said.
Troian actually frowned at that. “You know what, don’t call me that. Call me Troian. But treat me like I’m your mistress.”
“Yes, Troian,” Lucy said, fighting to keep from hyperventilating. Part of her wanted to tear out of the ribbons and grab her friend. Part of her wanted to kiss Troian until neither one of them could breathe. Part of her wanted to tie her co-star down and have her way with Troian’s body.
But a much bigger part of little Lucy Hale wanted to just let go, and allow Troian to do whatever she wanted.
Troian leaned in and kissed Lucy, just once, softly on the lips. It wasn’t the first time Lucy had kissed another girl, but somehow it was different. Probably the knowledge that she was Troian’s sex slave. Lucy wanted the kiss to go on and on, but Troian pulled back and smiled at her.
A second later, Troian’s fingers slipped into Lucy’s pussy, shocking the shorter girl and send an unexpected wave of pleasure thorugh Lucy’s entire body.
“Shay did this to me,” Troian explained as she started to slowly stroke in and out of Lucy’s captive pussy. “The first time we came here. She tied me up and just fingered me until I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Lucy believed that. Shay had wonderful fingers, and had made no secret that she’d gone a bit method in her efforts to play her lesbian character on the show.
Troian’s fingers worked faster and faster, driving Lucy closer and closer to orgasm. Lucy began to gasp and cry out. Being restrained, there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t move away, couldn’t push Troian off her. Troian’s expert hand rubbed up and down against her clit, as if she was trying desperately to get Lucy off as fast as possible. Troian’s other hand alternated between squeezing each of Lucy’s tits in turn and pulling Lucy’s head closer so Troian could kiss her. Those kisses often missed Lucy’s mouth, as the shorter girl could only gasp and moan, barely aware of what Troian was doing to her outside of the pleasure focused in her crotch.
Lucy was so close! So, so close! She could feel it building up, not just in her crotch, not just in her tits, but her whole body felt like it was fighting to hold back a tidal wave of ecstasy that wouldn’t be denied any longer! One more flick, one more pass over that engorged little love button Lucy had, and-
-and suddenly, Troian stopped.
“NOOOO!” Lucy cried out in anguish, and was surprised when Troian slapped one of her tits.
“I didn’t say you could speak,” Troian said, her tone stern. Not quite as stern as Sir had gotten, but it was clear where Troian had picked it up.
“Sorry, Troian,” Lucy said.
“You will be,” Troian said, rolling off the bed. She reached down and started going through the toys Sir had left. “I’m tempted to roll you over and spank that tight little ass of yours, but I think you’d enjoy that too much. Plus, it’s way past time I got off, don’t you think?”
“Yes Troian,” Lucy said, trying to keep her breath.
“Ooh, too bad you had to speak out of turn – he’s got a strapless dildo in here. You slide it in your pussy, it kinda clamps to you, and you’ve got a fake cock, no straps. It’s all sorts of fun,” Troian said. “But you’d enjoy it, too, and you need to be punished. Why do you need to be punished, Lucy?” Troian asked, still looking through the toys.
“Because I spoke out of turn, Troian,” Lucy said.
“No no,” Troian said. “Well, yes. But also because you’re a naughty little lesbian slut. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Troian,” Lucy said. “I’m a naughty little lesbian slut, Troian.”
“Good,” Troian said. “Ooh, here’s a fun one,” she said. “It’s a dildo gag. It goes in your mouth, and then I can fuck myself by riding your face! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
“Yes, Troian,” Lucy said, knowing better than to argue.
Troian glanced over at her and frowned. “Too much fun, I think. Oh, here we go – regular old strap-on. All the fun of riding a cock, none of the inevitable mess.”
Troian spent the next several minutes figuring out how to attach the strap-on to Lucy’s hips without undoing her ties. In the end, she left the straps that usually went around each of the legs off and just tied the back, letting the fake plastic cock rest above Lucy’s crotch.
“Luck you, you get to fuck me first,” Troian said as she straddled Lucy’s waist. “Ever use one of these before?”
“No, Troian,” Lucy admitted. Never even thought about it, even in her fantasies about being with other women.
“Well, don’t worry, you just lay there and look cute while I get off,” Troian said, impaling her pussy upon the fake cock. She accepted almost the entire length at once. She took a moment or two to settle, then began to slowly bounce up and down on the dildo, using Lucy’s still-tied breasts as hand holds.
Visually, it was hella erotic. A naked Troian Bellisario, bouncing up and down on a strap-on dildo, that lovely long hair of hers flipping about, sweat dripping down between her tits, occasionally biting her lip as the fake cock pressed against a particularly sweet spot inside her. Lucy could’ve watched it all day, had she been able to free but a single hand.
Being tied down, with nothing but visual stimulation and the creaking of the bead springs as Troian rode her like a stallion, Lucy wasn’t getting any real pleasure of her own. As her friend worked harder and harder to get off, poor Lucy just laid there, little more than a mount for the cock. By the time Troian started to pant heavily, Lucy was feeling left out.
“Oh! OH! OOOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOH!” Troian suddenly shuddered, wavering atop Lucy like a spinning top that was just about to topple. Her eyes fluttered and her hands gained a death grip upon Lucy’s tits, hard enough to make the shorter girl grimace in pain. But it only lasted a moment, and the next thing she knew, Troian had collapsed atop her, a hot sweaty mess trying desperately to catch her breath.
“Mmmm, that was good,” Troian said. “I needed that.” Slowly, she climbed off the fake cock and laid down next to Lucy, their heads pressed next to each other as they shared the same pillow. Staring up at the ceiling, Lucy waited calmly for Troian to come back to her senses. After all, what else could she do? She was all tied up.
Eventually, Troian rolled over onto her side and kissed Lucy again. “Thank you,” Troian said. “I know that wasn’t much for you, but I enjoyed it. A lot.”
“You’re welcome, Troian,” Lucy said. Part of her wanted to beg for her own release – both from the ribbon holding her in place and a much more desperate sexual release.
Troian kissed her again, deeply this time, and Lucy felt the now-familiar stirring in between her legs come back. For several minutes, she and Troian made out, Troian’s hands never wandering further south that Lucy’s breasts.
Troian broke the kiss first – again, Lucy didn’t really have a choice – and sat up. She quickly removed the strap-on dildo and chucked it aside, her eyes lingering for a moment on Lucy’s snatch.
“I’ll let you choose,” she said. “Toy or no toy?”
“No toy,” Lucy said without even thinking.
“And what do you want me to do?” Troian asked, her hand hovering just above Lucy’s crotch.
“Fuck me!” Lucy exclaimed. “Please, please, please just fuck me!”
Troian smiled, leaned in and kissed Lucy’s bellybutton once, then reached up to slide her hand through Lucy’s hair. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Troian said, gently running her hand down Lucy’s face, over her tied-up chest, across her belly, over her hips and across her thighs.
Lucy groaned impatiently, then gasped in horror. But if Troian was upset about her little lapse in obedience, it didn’t show. Instead, Troian laid down on Lucy’s left side, placing her head next to the shorter girl’s and kissing her once again before finally – FINALLY – running her fingers just above Lucy’s mound.
It was enough. Heat began to flood through Lucy’s body, as all the pent-up sexual frustration of the evening finally found a release. Troian started rubbing in circles, each one getting closer and closer to Lucy’s snatch. When she brushed over Lucy’s engorged clit, the shorter girl nearly screamed in relief. And when Troian tightened the circles to loop just around Lucy’s clit, the poor tied actress nearly exploded.
“Hold on, hold on,” Troian whispered in Lucy’s ear. “It gets better. Just hold on.”
Lucy tried. Oh, how she tried. But she’d been tied up for ages now, fucked by both Sir and Troian, watching in disbelief as her married co-star let a man who was not her husband fuck her ass, and had about a billion sexy thoughts run through her brain. She didn’t think she could hold on that long at all.
Troian’s fingers – there were at least two working now, maybe three – slipped a little lower, into Lucy’s snatch itself. The squishy wet sounds filled the room and were like music to Lucy’s ears. She was breathing heavily, losing more and more control over the rest of her body as she fought to stave off this most desperately needed of orgasms.
Troian’s fingers dipped lower, and weren’t so much circling now and sliding in and out at a curve, getting both inside Lucy and rubbing against her clit on the way back out. It was the best of both worlds, and the speed at which Troian was moving made it impossible to resist.
“Oh god! Oh god! OH GOD!” Lucy cried out, feeling like every ounce her of strength was being used to keep from going over the edge.
And then, somehow, Troian pressed a single finger against the opening of Lucy Hale’s ass.
Lucy broke, her whole body tensing up in a wordless scream as long withheld relief finally flooded her. For the first real time, Lucy’s arms strained at the ribbon holding her tight, and she was certain she was going to brake either her binds or her arms. But it didn’t matter, because all she felt was orgasm. Wonderful, blissful orgasm. Easily the most powerful one she’d ever had.
And she’d had it at the hands of one of her friends and co-star.
Lucy was pretty sure her orgasm lasted months. Years maybe even. She couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Sweet, sweet sexual release was all she knew, all she wanted to know, and it had never felt better.
Somewhere, lost in the fog of climax, she realized that letting go of control completely had been what she needed, what she craved. She had been fighting for control in her life, her relationships, her career for years now. It was somehow both surprising and not that in bed, she craved the exact opposite.
Eventually, the fog of orgasm cleared, and Lucy came back to, surprised to find herself still wrapped in ribbon, still laying on the bed, Troian’s hand still on her crotch.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“Merry Christmas, Lucy Hale,” Troian said, kissing Lucy once more on the cheek.
“Merry Christmas is right,” Lucy said. “This was amazing! What did you get the other girls?”
“Same thing,” Troian said, sitting up. “I did all of this with Shay last night, tomorrow night is Ashley’s turn. I’ve book Sir for the whole week.”
Lucy laughed. Somehow, that just made sense.
“So,” Troian asked next, her fingers playing with the tiny bow just under Lucy’s tits. “Should I finally unwrap my present, or do you want to stay this way a while longer?”
“Depends,” Lucy said. “You said there was a dildo that would let you feel while you were fucking me?”
“There is, yes,” Troian said.
“I just HAVE to try that,” Lucy said.
“But who’s wearing it?” Troian asked, starting to tug on the bow. “You or me?”