Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Handcuffed Naked to the Sink by TheBlushingPrincess Part 3 You'Author's note: My apologies to the purists out there, but I'm changing the voice to third-person omniscient. Just cuz. ***** Morgan was petrified. Here she was, one hand cuffed to the kitchen sink, wearing only a pair of panties. And her across-the-hall neighbor, Dylan, had just walked in the door. "Dylan?" Morgan called out. She heard the approaching footsteps. "Yeah, it's me." "Wait! Don't come in!" The footsteps stopped. "What's going on?" Dylan had read Cindy's phony note on the front door. But being at least somewhat of a gentleman, he didn't want to proceed with torturing Morgan without some sort of verbal confirmation that the note was real, and not just some sort of hoax. Morgan called out, "Don't come in! I'm naked! Well, almost naked!" Just hearing Morgan's voice call out the words, "I'm naked," was making Dylan at least somewhat hard. He and Morgan had flirted a bit in the past. He was absolutely attracted to her. The timing just hadn't been right to ask her out. But he was certainly interested. And if the note was real, then she was into him as well. This could be quite an afternoon! Dylan called back from the other room (although he was quietly inching closer to the kitchen doorway, maybe just to take a peek in to see if Morgan was really topless and chained up). "I don't understand. What happened?" Morgan cried out, hoping for some mercy, but not sure what she was expecting. "My roommate got mad at me and she handcuffed me naked to the sink!" Well that was all the confirmation Dylan needed. Morgan's story matched up perfectly with what she had written on the note. The roleplay was on! Dylan felt like the luckiest man alive! Of course, he had never been involved in this kind of roleplay before, and didn't want to disappoint. So he summoned his most teasing impulses and hoped they would be enough to placate the seemingly insatiable Morgan. If she wanted to be tormented and humiliated, by gum, he would do his best to oblige. Dylan peeked his head in the door. Morgan screamed and covered her breasts tightly as she crossed her legs. Even though she was wearing panties, she felt completely naked and exposed in this vulnerable state. "Dylan! Don't look!" Dylan tried to play it cool. Rather than averting his gaze, which would have been his natural impulse, he simply walked right up to Morgan. "Wow. Morgan! You must have really pissed off Cindy for her to do this to you. But I'm flattered that you asked me to rescue you." Morgan couldn't believe that Dylan was so flagrantly eyeing her body from top to bottom. But at least he would give her the key and she could free herself. "Dylan, look, the key is just over there on the table. Just put it over here next to me and leave. I can uncuff myself. Okay? Just give me the key." Dylan looked over to the table where the key sat. Just out of Morgan's reach. He picked it up. "This key?" It was a tiny key. Maybe not even a centimeter long. But it meant everything to Morgan at this moment. "Yes. Please. That key. Just give it to me. Just put it here on the counter where I can reach it." Wanting to give Morgan the experience she was looking for, Dylan decided to have a little fun. He moved the key to the counter, but a few feet from Morgan. She could reach it if she extended her arm, but that would mean she would have to uncover her breasts. "Here you go. On the counter. Just like you asked." Dylan looked at Morgan and smiled. He was so pleased with himself and hoped she would be pleased with his creativity as well. "Dylan! Please. A little closer." "Oh, but you should be able to reach it from there. Just extend your arm. You can get it! I know you can!" "Are you kidding me???" Morgan said, exasperated. "Just hand me the key!" "Oh, but that wouldn't be any fun." Morgan glared at Dylan. "Really?" "It's right there. You just need to grab it." "You fucker! You're going to make me flash myself to you?" "If you want the key, it's right there." Dylan was really getting into the roleplay now. He felt he was doing a bang-up job of playing the part of the sadistic tormentor, making Morgan expose herself to him. And he was pretty hard, too (although he did a good job of concealing it). He just hoped it was what Morgan wanted. Was it too much? Well, she hadn't said the safe word yet, so it must be okay, he thought. "Fine," Morgan muttered. "It's not like you're the first guy to see my tits." And with that, Morgan reached out wide, fully exposing her magnificent chest to the wide-eyed and fully hard Dylan. He laughed at her a bit as she struggled to reach the key with her fingertips, her breasts jiggling so tantalizingly with every little arm movement. "Good job, Morgan! Good job! Almost there. Almost got it. Just reach those fingers!" Morgan huffed and puffed at Dylan, still reaching, outstretched for the key, just millimeters out of reach. Dylan kept on mockingly encouraging her. "Nice, Morgan. Very nice form. Just a little further..." He couldn't believe his luck. Only five minutes ago, he was simply reading in his apartment. And now he was enjoying an unobstructed view of the hot girl across the hall as she was topless and handcuffed to the kitchen sink. Nobody deserved to be that lucky, he thought! Finally, after extending her leg just a bit further and pulling against the cuffs, she captured the key between her middle and forefinger. "Nice job, Morgan! You got it!" Dylan hoped he was meeting expectations. He felt good about it so far. But then he realized that maybe Morgan would be disappointed that he let her reach the key so easily. After all, if she were to free herself now, the roleplay would be over. And Morgan had wanted so much more. To be cuffed with both hands; for him to relieve her of her panties; for him to comment on her nipples; to run his fingers along her naked body; and of course, to tickle her all over her naked body while she was cuffed and helpless. No, if he were to let her uncuff now, surely she would be disappointed and would have zero interest in him. He needed to do something bold. Morgan now had the key firmly in hand and was attempting to unlock the cuffs. Luckily, given the angle of how the cuffs were fastened to the sink, she couldn't get a good angle. "Fuck! Fuck!!! I can't get it!" she yelled. Dylan had an idea. "Do you want some help, Morgan?" "Yes, you fucker! But no more tricks. Just unlock these damn cuffs!" "No problem." Dylan, a smug spring in his step, approached the nearly-naked Morgan. He couldn't help but take a good long look at her shapely ass in those panties. If he approached the roleplay in just the right way, soon she would be completely naked for him, and he couldn't wait. But he reminded himself to have patience. It's what Morgan would want. Don't rush the excitement and the fun! Dylan gently took the key from Morgan and held it up. "It's interesting." "What is?" Morgan asked, growing impatient, still tightly covering her breasts (even though Dylan had already had an extended look at them) and crossing her thighs. Dylan looked at the key from all angles. "Just interesting how this key, this tiny little key, could free you. You could get out of those cuffs and go put on some clothes so you wouldn't just be in nothing but your panties in front of me." "Yes. Fascinating! Yes. Now please!" Dylan knew just what to do. Morgan was sure to enjoy this twist in the roleplay. He just knew it. She would absolutely love it! Holding the key, Dylan reached down to unlock the cuffs. But just as he was about to unlock them, he purposely dropped the key into the sink. "Dylan! You idiot!" They watched as the tiny key disappeared down the drain. Morgan was furious. "What the fuck!" "Sorry. Butterfingers." "You idiot. Did you do that on purpose???" Dylan noticed that Morgan's reaction was pretty intense. Had he gone too far? Surely not. First, they were only a few minutes into the role play, and she still had her panties on and he hadn't yet cuffed her other hand, putting her in a humiliating position, as she had asked for. And second, she hadn't yet invoked the safe word. So all of her blustering must have been part of the role play. Yes, he must press on. Time for the second pair of handcuffs that she had mentioned in her note. Dylan had an idea. "Sorry. Butterfingers. I'm so clumsy. But let me look around. Maybe if there's a screwdriver or something, I can pick the lock." Morgan muttered, "I can't believe this is happening. Cindy is sooo going to get it." Dylan was encouraged. Another mention of Cindy. Yes, clearly, the roleplay was pleasing to Morgan. He just needed to keep going, summoning the most sadistic parts of himself, which, before now, had hardly been explored. Dylan started looking through the various kitchen cabinets, trying to find the second pair of handcuffs that Morgan had mentioned in her instructions. "Let's just see what we can find." Opening this cabinet and that, this drawer and that, he was coming up empty. Of course, he couldn't resist to open the cabinet directly under the sink, putting his face directly in line with her panty-covered pussy. He lingered at that cabinet for a while, looking around. Meanwhile, Morgan was huffing and puffing, not wanting to yell too many obscenities at this point, lest she irritate Dylan and make him try anything even more perverted. She was just hoping for a quick resolution. "Hmm," Dylan said, partly looking at her crossed thighs and partly looking into the cabinet. "Nothing here that will help." Morgan felt completely humiliated in front of the cute guy from across the hall. Of course, she had no idea what was to come. Dylan stood up and went to another cabinet. He opened it. At last. The second pair of handcuffs. Dylan triumphantly pulled them out of the cabinet. "Well, look what we have here! Another pair of handcuffs!" Morgan was floored. Why was there possibly another pair of handcuffs in the cabinet? But if there was another pair of handcuffs, there had to be another key. "Okay. Fine. Dylan, just take the key from the second pair and unlock me! Please!!!" Dylan thought. Again, if he just unlocked her, the roleplay would be over, and surely, Morgan would be disappointed in his performance. And more than anything, he wanted to please and impress Morgan. So he thought. And then, a brilliant idea! "Well, I want to make sure the key will work." "What? Just use it to open the cuffs!" "I think what we need to do is test it out first." "Test it out first? What? Are you crazy? Just unlock me!" "Here. Give me your other hand." "What? No!" Morgan was not interested in exposing herself to him again. At least, not like this! Dylan took matters into his own hands. He opened the second pair of cuffs and captured Morgan's free hand in them. Then it was easy for him to pull the free side of the cuffs out to her side, and cuff her hand to one of the upper cabinet handles. It happened so fast, Morgan had no idea. But there she was. One hand cuffed to the sink behind her back and the other hand cuffed up and to the side, to an upper cabinet. She was completely exposed. "Dylan! Fuck! What are you doing?" Dylan stood back to look at his handiwork. "Morgan, calm down. It's fine. Now I can test the key and see if it will work." "You fucker! Let me down! And stop looking at my tits." Dylan kept a calm voice. He was so pleased with his creativity. Surely Morgan was pleased as well. This was going perfectly! Just what she had asked for in her note! Dylan couldn't help but enjoy the view of the topless Morgan, as she twisted and turned to hide her exposed breasts. Of course, with every twist, her breasts would jiggle so pleasantly. Dylan was looking forward to cascading his fingers over her nipples, just like she had asked for in her note. But not yet. Give it time. Let the roleplay flow naturally. "You know, Morgan, and I hope you don't mind my saying this, but your nipples, I mean, I don't think I've ever seen a softer looking and pinker pair of nipples. Really quite nice!" Morgan couldn't believe what a perv Dylan was. He had intentionally cuffed her hand, leaving her completely exposed, and now he was commenting on her nipples? She was really at her wits end. She implored, "Dylan! Stop! Don't look! I'm naked! Uncuff me this second, you fucker!" The exact words from her note! Dylan was so happy. The roleplay was going perfectly! "Okay, okay. Let's get you uncuffed." He fiddled with the key. Sure, he could have opened them easily, but that would have ended the roleplay, and surely Morgan would be upset. So he had an idea. "Hmm." "Hmm what!" Morgan demanded. "Well... this key doesn't seem to work." Of course it worked. He inserted it but never turned it. He just jiggled it around a bit to make it seem like he was doing something. "What do you mean, it doesn't work???!!!" "Well, I can't get it open." He tried jiggling the key again, pretending that it wouldn't work. "You fucker!" she yelled! Again, the same exact words from the note! This was going great! But how to progress the roleplay? Morgan wanted him to strip off her panties. But how to do it? Make up some excuse or just pull them down for the hell of it? So many options. But Dylan knew one thing. Unless she said the safe word, he would just keep going. If she wanted to be stripped, tickled, and humiliated, he would be happy to oblige. And those panties would be coming off next. Just how to do it. He took a step back and looked at her. "Well, Morgan. This is quite a situation. Let me just figure out what to do with you --"