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 ï>¿Handcuffed Naked to the Sink by TheBlushingPrincess

   Part 1

   You'll have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't intentionally
flash myself to my roommate's boyfriend.  It was an accident.  I didn't
even know he was over.  I just walked out of the bathroom in my towel and
walked into the kitchen to get a granola bar, and my towel slipped.  I
turned to pick it up, and there was Eric, sitting at the kitchen table.  I
swear, I picked up my towel immediately, but he got an eyeful.

   I told him, "Don't tell Cindy, okay.  She's super jealous.  She'll fly
off the handle if she thinks you saw my tits."

   He laughed, and said, "No problem.  Total secret."

   "Good.  Because she'll go nuts if she knows.  Really."

   Anyway, I went to my room and got dressed, and I figured that was that.
That's what I figured.

   I figured wrong.

   Because guess what.  Like two days later, I'm out of the shower.  Call
me crazy, but I always put on my panties in the bathroom and then cover
over with a towel to go back to my room.  (Thankfully!  Because, otherwise
Eric would have gotten the full show the other day.) So I'm wearing my
panties and a towel.  My hair is still mostly wet.  And wouldn't you know
it, I head into the kitchen to grab a granola bar.  (Seeing a pattern here?
Anyway...) And guess who's in the kitchen.  Cindy.

   "Hey, Morgan," she says, casually.

   "Hey." I open the cabinet and grab a granola bar.

   She's all smiles.  But something doesn't seem right.  She takes a step
closer to me.  I've seen that look before.  And it's not good.  But I don't
know what's going on.  Yet.

   "Do me a favor, Morgan," she says.

   "Um, okay.  What."

   "Close your eyes a second."

   "What?"

   "Just close your eyes a second.  I want to try something."

   She's kind of crazy.  But I figure, what's she going to do, right?

   "Fine." So I lean up against the counter right in front of the sink. 
And I close my eyes.

   And then I feel it.  Something cold on my wrist.  Snap.  I open my eyes
right away.  That bitch!  She's handcuffed me to the faucet.

   "Cindy!  What the fuck!"

   "And just when were you planning on telling me, Morgan?"

   "Telling you what???"

   "That you came on to Eric."

   "What?"

   "Oh, don't play dumb.  He told me all about it.  That you came out here
and dropped your towel right in front of him!"

   "Fuck.  Cindy!  It was an accident!"

   "Then why did you keep it a secret???  He told me you told him not to
tell.  If it was really an accident, you wouldn't have cared!"

   "I told him not to tell because you're batshit crazy and I figured you'd
do something stupid." I looked at my cuffed hand and pulled.  "Was I
wrong?"

   "Well, since you like dropping your towel so much, I'll help you out!"

   And Cindy just reached out and pulled my towel off my body, leaving me
in nothing but my panties.  Cindy's seen my tits before, but I
instinctively covered up.

   "Cindy!  Fuck!  Give me back my towel!  Uncuff me!  This second!"

   "Screw you, Morgan.  You like flashing your naked body so much, I'll
give you an opportunity."

   "What the fuck are you talking about?"

   Cindy got right up into my face and dangled the key to the cuffs in
front of me.  I swiped at it with my free hand but she pulled it away.  She
walked over to the kitchen table and carefully placed the key to the cuffs
on it, just out of my reach.

   I shouted, "Cindy!  What the fuck!"

   She just said back, "Like I said, you enjoy showing off your naked body
so much, you should be thanking me."

   "You're insane!"

   And then she grabbed my phone and started looking through my contacts.

   "Let's see," she mused, sadistically.  "Who shall we text to rescue
you?"

   "Don't you fucking dare." I glared at her.

   "Hmm.  Let's see.  Who should be your knight in shining armor who will
free you?"

   She just kept scrolling through my contacts, muttering as she went. 
"Let's see.  Brad?  No.  James?  No.  Oh...  I know!  Dylan!"

   "Fuck.  Cindy!  You're not serious!"

   "Oh, yes.  Dylan.  That would be perfect.  Just the humiliation you need
to help you learn your lesson."

   Then she started texting on my phone.  She spoke aloud, tormenting me
with every word, as she typed.  "Hey!  Can you come over and help me with
something?  I'm a little stuck and I could use an extra hand." She laughed.

   She brought the phone over to me and held it up to my face.  I swiped at
it with my free hand, but she pulled it away.

   "There.  Now just to hit send.  Click!  Ha!  Perfect!"

   "CINDY!!!"

   Then she put my phone down across the room, next to the key.

   "There you go, Morgan.  You owe me one."

   "I owe you one???"

   "That's right.  Since you love showing off your naked body so much, you
can show it off to Dylan!  Maybe after seeing you all naked like this,
he'll finally ask you out.  That's what you've been wanting, right?"

   "Cindy!  I'm telling you!  It was an accident that Eric saw my tits!"

   "Ah ha!  So you admit it.  You did show him your tits!"

   "Cindy!  Come on!" Now I was starting to get nervous.  At first I
thought she was just playing with me.  But now I was starting to realize
that she was actually going to leave me cuffed to the sink in nothing but
my panties, leaving me for Dylan to find.  The bitch!!!

   My phone vibrated.  Cindy looked at it.

   "Oh, lucky you!  He'll be over in a few minutes."

   She picked up my phone again and started typing.

   "What the fuck are you doing???"

   "Just telling him to let himself in.  That the door's open.  That's all.
There.  Send.  Perfect!"

   "I'm warning you, Cindy!  You're in deep shit if you do this!"

   "Oh, Morgan, I don't think you're in any position to make threats."

   "Bitch!"

   "Easy, Morgan, or I'll leave you without your panties." She walked over
to me and grabbed my panties in her hands.

   "See, I could totally pull them off of you and leave you completely
naked, and there's nothing you could do to stop me.  Do you want me to do
that?  Do you want Dylan to walk in and see you totally naked?  Maybe you'd
prefer that."

   "Cindy!  Come on!!!"

   Come to think of it, I've got another pair of cuffs.  I could cuff your
other hand to the cabinet, and leave you completely naked and splayed out.
Totally exposed.  Nothing to hide.  Would you like that?  I bet you would,
slut!"

   "Cindy!  Pleeeeaaassee!  It was an ACCIDENT."

   And with that, she just turned and walked out of the room.  "Have fun
with Dylan," she cackled over her shoulder.  I heard the front door open.
"Don't worry.  I'll leave it unlocked." And I heard the door slam behind
her.

   Fuck.  Just fuck!



   Part 2

   Now look, I already told you that Cindy is batshit crazy.  But even I
didn't understand the depths to which she would go to get back at me.

   And I will say again, for the record, that me flashing myself to her
boyfriend was a total accident.  I truly had no idea he was in the room. 
Like I'm even attracted to him anyway.  I mean, whatever, Cindy.  Don't
flatter yourself.  But she was going to see it how she saw it, and there
would be no changing her mind.

   But back to where we were.  Or where I was.

   Cindy had cuffed my hand to the kitchen sink wearing nothing but my
panties.  One hand was free to cover.  And she had texted my friend Dylan
to come over to "rescue" me.  What a fucking bitch.  And she left the key
to the cuffs on the kitchen table, just out of reach.

   So I was trying everything I could to get free before Dylan showed up,
but it was no use.  I mean, these were real cuffs.  Not some novelty cuffs.
These were like law-enforcement-grade cuffs.  So I was going nowhere.  I
just had to wait.  I figured I could yell out for him to throw me a towel
before he came in or something.  I mean, Dylan was a nice guy.  He wouldn't
take advantage.  I was sure of that.

   Well, the time was passing so slowly.  And even though I was alone, I
was still covering my breasts with my arm.  I can't tell you why. 
Instinct. The waiting was horrible.

   Then finally, I heard the door swing open.

   "Morgan?" Dylan called out.  Did I mention how cute he is?  I mean, I've
been flirting with him for weeks and he hasn't asked me out.  But I
certainly didn't want our first date to be like this!!!  FUCK!

   Now what I'm going to tell you is going to really give you a better
picture of how diabolical Cindy is.  Because she had taped a note to the
door for Dylan to read before he came in...  and made the note sound like
it was from ME!!!  Obviously, I had absolutely NO IDEA about the note.  But
fuck.  She left him a note to read before he came in!  And I didn't know it
at the time, but this is what Cindy's note said:

   Dylan,

   Hey.  It's Morgan.  I hope you won't think less of me, but I need to
tell you the truth.  I've been having fantasies about you ever since we met
a few weeks ago.  So I've set up kind of a role play scenario.  And if
you're not into it, that's fine.  I totally get it.  But I thought, hey,
just for fun, let's try something.

   Right now, as you read this, I am in the kitchen with one hand cuffed to
the sink, and I'm wearing nothing but my panties.  (Intrigued?  I thought
you might be!) The scenario is that my roommate Cindy and I got in a fight
and she cuffed me to the sink and left me here.  Then in my fantasy, I
texted you to come and rescue me.

   But this is where the fantasy gets interesting.  When you come in to
rescue me, instead of taking the key off the table and uncuffing me, you do
all kinds of things to humiliate me.  You see, I'm into sexual humiliation.
(Again, if this isn't your thing, you can just throw me a towel and uncuff
me and we'll have a good laugh.  But I'm hoping you're into it and that
you'll humiliate the shit out of me.  I'm really into that.  It totally
turns me on.)

   Now just so you know, when you come in, I'll start begging you to let me
cover up and for you to uncuff me.  But that's just part of the fun.  Don't
believe me and don't give in, no matter what I say.  I want you to look at
my body and I want you to tease me.  I get off on it.  It makes me so hot.
So even if I say, "Dylan!  Stop!  Don't look!  I'm naked!  Uncuff me this
second, you fucker," don't do it.  Just keep me cuffed and naked for as
long as you want.  Cindy is out all day today, so we have the place to
ourselves for hours and hours.

   Also, there's a second pair of handcuffs in the pantry.  So at some
point, you can make up some reason why you need to cuff my other hand, too.
Maybe cuff me so I'm in some humiliating position.  Hands behind my back or
stretched out to the side or worse.  I'll like that, even though I'll be
shouting obscenities and making threats.  Trust me.  I absolutely love that
kind of thing.  Or cuff my ankles together and my hands behind my back and
make me shuffle around while you give me orders and laugh at me.  (I love
being laughed at!) It gets me so hot just writing this, imagining you
humiliating me.  Again, I will protest, but it's all part of the role play.
So just keep going!  I love it!

   Once you've got both hands secured, you can feel free to strip off my
panties.  But do it slow and teasing.  It makes me so hot.  I might thrash
and protest, but don't let that stop you.  I love to role play that I'm
being forcibly stripped against my will.  It's such a charge!!!  (I mean,
that is, if you don't mind helping me fulfill this fantasy.)

   If you really want to drive me wild, comment on my body.  Look at every
inch of me, lingering on my most intimate areas, and tell me about my body.
Maybe even order me into different positions so you can get a better look.
And you could comment on how wet I am, or how hard my nipples are, or how
you've never seen more perfect breasts ore such beautiful, pink nipples.

   And you have permission to touch me if you want.  Like just to gently
run your fingers across my belly or up and down my thighs.  Anything to
make me writhe and squirm.  Fuck.  That would be really hot.  I might be
saying, "No!  Stop!  Please!" but ignore me.  It's all part of the fun.

   Oh, and one more thing.  I've never told anyone this, but I am sooooo
ticklish and I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE being tied up and tickled.  I'll
act like I hate it and like I want you to stop.  But that's all part of the
fun.  The more I scream, the more I want you to tickle me.  Make me
absolutely insane with screams and laughter.  My most ticklish spots are
under my arms and on the soles of my feet.  But what makes me soooo hot is
when someone tickles my upper inner thigh.  I can't get enough.  Even
though I'll be flailing like crazy and screaming every curse word you've
ever heard and calling you all kinds of names, just keep going.  I love it.
I promise!

   You can even start to make deals with me.  Like tell me that you'll give
me a break from the tickling if I give you a blowjob, or if I let you bend
me over the back of the couch and put a butt plug up my ass, or if I let
you spank me over your knee (or all of the above!).

   And by the way, throughout the whole ordeal, I'll be saying that Cindy
set this whole thing up and it's all her fault.  I might even sound pretty
convincing.  But it's all just part of the roleplay.  She has nothing to do
with any of this.  She doesn't even know about it.  It's just kind of a fun
thing that I came up with.

   Oh, sorry.  One more thing.  When you come in, be sure to set up your
phone in the corner of the room and video the whole thing.  But don't let
me see that you're taking video.  Just quietly leave the phone propped up
over on the counter, and video the whole thing.  I'll want to watch it with
you later.  I think that would be hot.

   I guess the point that I want to make is that no matter what I say,
never stop.  But I do have a safe word.  If anything is going too far, I'll
say, "Mashed Potatoes and Yogurt." If you hear me say the magic phrase, you
can stop.  But unless I say, "Mashed Potatoes and Yogurt," know that
everything is going great and I'm having a wonderful time.  You see, for
me, arguing and screaming and protesting is all part of the excitement. 
Call me crazy, but that's what turns me on.  Just saying.

   And again, if this is too weird or it freaks you out, just come in and
throw me a towel and uncuff me, and we can have a laugh about it.  But if
you're into it (which I hope you are), just do your worst.  I love being
humiliated.  So anything you can think of, just have fun playing with me.
Okay?

   -Morgan

   Damn that Cindy!  Fuck!  I had absolutely no fucking idea what was about
to happen!