"Um, okay," you say, wiping your knees as you stand up, taking the tie. "Am I supposed to tie just my hands, or my feet too?"
Todd grins. "Feeling frisky today, huh? I'll let you decide," he says, handing you a few more ties.
You give a tentative grin back as you pull off your top, feeling a little anxious about the situation but telling yourself it's alright, it's just another day in Sue Batton's sex life. So she's into kinky shit, ride it out and enjoy it.
Todd's eyes eat up your luscious breasts, and you feel unaccountably shy, turning away.
"Aw," he says with a mock pout. "Feeling shy?"
You start tugging down the panties, using Sue's limberness to stay upright as you wiggle out of them. Todd whistles, and you realize that by turning and bending you've given him a perfect shot of your bald beaver. Oh well, it's not like he hasn't seen it already tonight.
"What about the skirt and socks?" you ask, turning back to him, forcing yourself to not cover your breasts.
Todd shrugs. "Your choice," he says. Just go to the fence and tie yourself on. If you want to be naked as a jail bird... or jail bait..." he lets the sentence trail off, puzzling you. Sue's eighteen, she's not jailbait.
"Oh, two things," he says as you turn to go. He hands you a pair of cute little hair ribbons and a blindfold.
"What're these for?"
He shrugs, looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. "Wear the blindfold. The ribbons, well, I thought you might look cute in pigtails."
You eye him with some suspicion, feeling like something's going on here that you don't understand. Still, the idea of Sue Batton in pig-tails gets the male in your rock hard, even if that only translates to a rigid clit and spikey nipples in your female form. God, your inner thighs must be drenched, you think as you pull the hair on one side into a tight bundle of hair, slipping the pretty pink bow on at the base. You follow up with the other side, making sure the hair is pulled tightly through the ribbon before tying it. It's tight enough that it feels a little like someone's tugging on your hair, but you have a suspicion, or maybe a hope, that Sue must secretly like pain.
"I'll put the blindfold on at the fence," you say, and head out into the dark woods.
It's not dark out yet, but with the full canopy above you miss seeing a few branches before they scrape across your bare torso, making you shiver. Feeling some sharp pebbles and branches beneath your feet makes you grateful you still have your shoes on, even if they aren't exactly made for hiking. Still, it's only 50 feet.
At the end of the short trek you see the fence, but turn around to look behind you first, curious as to whether you'll see anything, but you might as well be out in the middle of the wilderness for all you can see.
Turning back you immediately see a problem. |