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 ï>¿Handcuffed Naked to the Sink by TheBlushingPrincess

   Part 4

   Morgan was fuming.  Completely humiliated in front of the cute guy from
across the hall.  She had been trapped by her twisted roommate, Cindy, and
now she found herself with both hands cuffed, wearing only her panties, her
perky breasts open and on display.

   And on top of it all, she was so confused.  Here was Dylan, a seeming
gentleman.  From what she knew of him, he should have come in, seen her
predicament, averted his eyes, tossed her a towel with which she could
cover herself, and freed her from the handcuff.  That's what she expected.
And as embarrassing as that would certainly have been, that would have been
the best possible outcome.  But that's not what happened.

   Instead, Dylan came in and only made matters worse by teasing her and
then cuffing her free hand to a cabinet above, leaving her fully on
display. And he wasn't shy in the least about looking, either.  She truly
couldn't figure out what was going on.

   Dylan, for his part, simply hoped he was living up to Morgan's
expectations for tormenting and humiliating her, just as she had pleaded
for in her detailed note.  Dylan was a kind and shy young man.  A
gentleman, really.  So to have to prove his worth to Morgan by humiliating
and dominating her was a stretch for him.  Still, he would give it his
best. He wanted nothing more than to demonstrate he was up to the task of
making her squirm.

   Then Dylan remembered something in the note, and was fearful that he may
have blown his chances.  The note had said he should quietly prop up his
phone so he could video the entire event.  So that was step one.  Step two
would be to get those panties off.  Somehow.

   Dylan climbed down from the cabinet, where he had been perched
attempting (or not attempting) to free Morgan's hand from the cuffs.

   "Okay, Morgan," he puffed.  "I need a break.  Let me just set my things
down."

   He walked over to the kitchen table and emptied his pockets.  His
wallet, his keys, and yes, his phone.  With his back to Morgan, he
carefully propped the phone against his wallet and hit record.  Now, just
as Morgan had wished, he thought to himself, they would have a recording of
the roleplay which they could (he hoped) watch again together later,
perhaps while they were cuddling and caressing in bed.

   Mission accomplished.  That was easy.  But the removal of the panties
would be a little trickier.  He couldn't just go and whisk them off.  He
needed an excuse.

   Then, an idea!

   He turned to look at her.

   "Dylan!  Please!" Morgan twisted her body in every possible which way to
try to shield her breasts from Dylan's piercing eyes.  Of course, any
movement was pointless.  Her arms were spread wide with no possible
opportunity for modesty.  And Dylan just looked and looked and looked.

   He smiled.  "But, Morgan, I have an idea.  I need to try the key in the
other cuff!  Maybe it will work in the other one!  Then at least you'd be
half free again."

   "Fine, please.  Please.  Anything!  Just GET ME DOWN!"

   Dylan, happily holding the key to Morgan's modesty, casually strode
closer, never taking his eyes off her.  Morgan couldn't look at him
looking.

   "Here we go." He moved behind her, sort of halfway climbing onto the
counter behind her.  "Just need a better angle on this."

   "Come on!  Please!  Get me DOWN!!!"

   Dylan couldn't help but smile.  Morgan was sure to be so impressed with
his next move.

   He looked down her beautiful, creamy back.  And sure enough, there was a
small opening at the top of her panties where her back met the top of her
shapely ass.  A very small opening.  But just big enough, he thought.

   "Here, let me just reach up and see if I can get the key in from this
angle..."

   And then he did it.  It was a risk, but he did it nonetheless.  He
"accidentally" let the key slip from his fingers and he watched with pride
and amazement as the key slid down the center of Morgan's back.  The key
seemed to move in slow motion.  Would it or wouldn't it, he thought.  He
hoped.  But yes!  It did!  The tiny key found its way directly into the
tiny opening in the center of the top of Morgan's panties.  In it went. 
Plink!  The key was in her panties.  It worked!

   Morgan shivered and jumped a bit as she felt the key glide down her back
and slide past her cheeks, landing at the bottom of her tight panties.

   "What was that???" she yelled, startled.

   "Oh, my.  Oh me oh my.  Oh my," Dylan stammered.

   "What happened?"

   Dylan climbed back down from the counter and walked around the front so
he could speak with Morgan face to face.  (Well, mostly face to face.  His
gaze was just a bit downward from time to time.

   Unfortunately for Morgan, the duration of her nudity did nothing to
lessen her embarrassment.  She wasn't getting used to being naked in front
of Dylan.  Not at all.  In fact, the longer she stood there topless, the
worse it became for her.  And the more time that passed, the more nervous
she became, thinking only about how he was enjoying this prolonged look at
her nakedness.  She started shifting her weight and squirming, shivering a
bit.  Which only added to her cuteness, causing Dylan to stare even more
and even longer.  Her tensing thighs.  Her quivering tummy.  Her smooth
shoulders.  Everything so perfectly and delightfully exposed.

   Dylan attempted to look into her eyes as he spoke, although it was a
challenging task.  "Um, well, it seems that I dropped the key...  and it
just so happened to land..."

   "YOU ARE KIDDING ME!!!"

   "I'm afraid not." Dylan was nervous.  Had he pushed it too far?  Was he
not pushing enough?  Well, no safe word yet.  So he kept going.

   "So it seems I'll need to take off your panties in order to get the
key."

   Morgan's heart raced.  He was going to take off her panties?  She would
then be completely naked!  And worse, while he was fully dressed!  No!  It
couldn't happen!  Not like this!

   "NO!" Morgan shouted, suddenly.

   "But there's no other way."

   "No!  PLEASE!  Don't take them off!  Just open them a little at the
bottom!  The key will fall out."

   Time stopped for Dylan.  That option, too, sounded remarkably sexy. 
That he should be down on his knees, face to face with her panties, gently
scooping his fingers around the bottoms of her panties, searching for the
key.  It would be worth a try.  Where would he make contact.  Outside her
panties.  Inside her panties.  He was getting harder at the prospect. 
Imagining his fingertips making contact with her upper thighs.  The
smoothness of her legs.  He had been studying so carefully the roundness of
the tops of her legs; how the met with the bottoms of her panties.  The
back of her upper thighs.  So tight and fit.  And she was suggesting
-"giving explicit permission -"for him to explore her upper legs with his
hands and fingers.  He had seen her in tight jeans before and, truth be
told, had fantasized about removing them and tenderly caressing every inch
of her legs.  And here it was.  His real life opportunity.  Yes, he just
needed to take his time and give her the experience she wanted.

   Dylan snapped back to reality.  He got down on his knees and leaned in.
Gentle but firm, he kept telling himself.  Gentle but firm.

   Squarely facing her pussy, the shape of which was clearly visible in her
tight, cotton, white panties, he reached his left hand up to her right hip,
in an effort to steady himself.  Morgan couldn't look down at him.  This
was completely inconceivable!  Then with his right hand, he extended his
forefinger and reached inside the outer edge of the opening on her left
leg. Her skin was as soft and smooth and perfect as he had imagined.  He
wanted to throw caution to the wind and just pull her panties off, unchain
her, and lead her straight to the bedroom.  But no.  That's not what she
wanted.  She wanted to play the game.  So he would take it slow.

   "What the hell is going on down there?  Just get that key!!!"

   "I'm looking!  I'm looking!  I mean, hey, it would be faster if I just
pull your panties down."

   "NOOOO!" Morgan stamped her feet a bit, causing her upper thighs and ass
to move so delightfully.

   Dylan slowly brought his left hand down from her hip, moving it to her
upper left leg.

   "Okay.  I'm just going to open the bottoms of your panties a bit and see
if we can't jiggle that key out."

   Dylan summoned all his courage and spread wide the panty openings.  He
could see it.  Her pussy.  He could see it.  And she knew it.  But she
didn't even have time to react.  It was an incredible view.  Completely
smooth.  He couldn't believe his good fortune.  That's what he liked. 
Completely smooth.  He could only think of one thing.  Getting those
panties off and running his tongue up and down that incredible slit.  Maybe
allowing a few circles on her clit to get her squirming, but then back
below for endless teasing.  And now, having felt her incredibly smooth legs
on his hands, he knew he needed to caress every inch of her.  With his
hands; with his fingers; with his tongue.

   "Now bounce," Dylan said, still holding the panties wide, ensuring a
total front view.

   "What?"

   "Bounce.  Jump.  So the key can come out."

   "Don't you see it?"

   "Well, I see a lot, but not the key."

   "DYLAN!!!!"

   "Just bounce."

   And so, Morgan began bouncing.  Just on her toes a bit, but enough to
cause everything to jiggle in just the right way.

   Dylan looked at her panties, hoping the key wouldn't fall out.  Because
if it did, the roleplay would end.  No, he hoped the key would remain
lodged in her panties.  But then he had another realization.  Here she was
bouncing up and down, and he wasn't taking in the best part of the view. 
So he looked up.  Kneeling right in front of Morgan, his hands on her upper
thighs spreading her panties, he looked up and saw her bouncing breasts. 
Her eyes were closed so she had no idea where he was looking.

   "Um, nothing yet, Morgan.  Bounce a little more.  Maybe jump a bit."

   Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Morgan began jumping
slightly.  And with each jump, her breasts bounced that bounce of utter
perfection.  If Dylan was hard before, he was ready to burst now.  He felt
the damp, sticky precum in his shorts.  How long was Morgan going to make
him wait?  But he knew he had to prove his worth to her.

   "Sorry, Morgan," Dylan said, attempting to sound disappointed.  "Nothing
yet.  No key.  Maybe it's in the back."

   "WHAT?"

   "Yeah.  Let me move to the back.  I'll open your panties in the back and
see if the key falls out."

   Eagerly, Dylan moved to Morgan's backside and squeezed himself between
her amazing ass and the cabinet below the sink.  He slowly brought his
hands up to her upper thighs and grasped the bottoms of her panties.  He
pulled them wide, again, giving him a tantalizing view, this time, of her
perfectly round, smooth, toned, ivory ass.  The tan lines alone were enough
to make him shoot right then and there in his pants.  But the fact that his
fingers were grazing her cheeks, well, he really couldn't believe his luck.

   "Okay, Morgan.  Bounce!" he commanded.

   "What?"

   "It's not falling out.  You'll need to bounce again."

   If nothing else, Morgan was relieved that he was no longer staring at
her tits and pussy.  Her heart was pounding.  But still, wanting this to
end as quickly as possible, Morgan commenced bouncing.  And her bouncing
ass didn't disappoint.  Dylan just sat there watching.  Her cheeks gently
moving.  Up, down.  Up, down.  Oh, how he wanted to just pull those panties
off and lick every inch of her ass.  Pleasure her in ways she never
imagined.  How he wanted to just reach his arms around and hold onto her
breasts with his hands, fondling her perfectly pink nipples as he tongued
her backside.  He wanted to feel her squirming in pleasure, moaning his
name.

   But no...  wait...  wait...  don't rush the roleplay!

   Morgan, still delightfully bouncing (and having no idea that every
tantalizing bounce was being captured on Dylan's phone), finally asked,
"Where the fuck is it???"

   "Listen, I can just pull off your panties.  That would be faster. 
Whatever you want.  Maybe I'll just do that." And Dylan grabbed onto the
bottoms of her panties at her sides and got ready to pull.

   "WAIT!"

   Dylan stopped.  Too much?  (Still, no safe word.)

   "Cover me with a towel.  Then you can take my panties off.  Okay?  Cover
me with a towel!" Morgan pleaded.

   Dylan thought that was interesting.  She wanted to be covered again? 
Well, he could make that work.

   "Of course, Morgan.  I should have thought of that before.  I'm so
sorry." He scurried off to the closet and returned with a smallish pink
towel.  He wrapped it around her body, covering her breasts and panties. 
He carefully tucked it in, just above her breasts, leaving just the right
amount of cleavage.  He imagined this would make for some awfully
stimulating video!  Maybe some screen grabs would be in order later on!

   "Thank you!  Finally!" Morgan puffed.

   Then without warning, Dylan's hands reached up the towel and boom. 
Before Morgan had any idea what was going on, her panties were at her
ankles.

   "There we go!" Dylan said, proudly.

   "But where's the key???" Morgan yelled!"

   "I'm not sure.  Here.  Step out of your panties."

   Morgan quickly moved her feet and Dylan scooped up the panties, turning
them inside out, looking for the key.  But nothing.

   And in that instant, it dawned on both of them.  Morgan was naked.  They
locked eyes.  Dylan's gaze went directly to the tenuous tuck of the towel
at Morgan's chest.  Just one move, and the towel would fall to the floor.
She would be completely naked.  For him; for the camera.  Just completely
and perfectly naked.  Tits.  Ass.  Pussy.  The works.  Her sweet little
humiliated eyes.  Clearly, it was what she wanted.  But what to do.

   "You know what I think, Morgan."

   "No.  What.  Enlighten me." She was doing everything she could to not
move a muscle, lest the towel become undone.

   "I think it must be stuck in your ass crack."

   Morgan had no words.  Simply no words.  How was this going to end?

   "Here.  Wait there a second." Dylan walked over to the kitchen table and
grabbed a chair.  He dragged it toward the towel-clad Morgan.

   "What is this?" Morgan asked.

   "All you need to do is bend over the back of the chair.  Just lean
forward...  I mean, as much as you can with those cuffs on.  And I'll
spread your butt cheeks and the key will fall out."

   "WHAT???"

   "It's the only way, Morgan.  It's the only way."

   Morgan, completely beside herself, having lost any sense of dignity that
she had, was only interested now in one thing.  Getting free.  So if this
pervert was going to have to spread her ass cheeks to do it, that's what it
would take.  At least she was covered with a towel!"

   "Fine," she grumbled, and she leaned her body, as best as she could,
over the back of the chair.

   "Okay," Dylan said, as he approached her rounded ass in the towel. 
Then, in one fast motion, he lifted the towel off her ass, bringing it up
to her waist."

   "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"

   "I just need to spread your cheeks."

   "WHAT???"

   "Keep leaning forward.  Here we go."

   And without delay, Dylan put one hand on each of her completely exposed
cheeks, pulling and separating.  The view was breathtaking.  Her pussy lips
from behind.  Her cute, clean, freshly showered, puckery asshole.  So
tantalizing.  Not to mention how smooth and perfect her cheeks felt under
his open hands.  A little spanking couldn't help but enter his mind, as he
imagined those creamy-white cheeks turning just a little pink (still tied
up, but perhaps face down on the bed).

   And then it happened.

   Plink.

   "Great, Morgan!  There's the key.  Just as I expected.  It got stuck
between your cheeks."

   It didn't occur to Dylan that he should let go of her ass.  He just
stood there, looking and feeling.  Just standing there forever.  Finally,
Morgan broke his trance.

   "Okay!  Now get your hands off my ass and uncuff me!"

   "Oh, right.  Sure.  Here, I'll move this chair.  You can stand up."

   And what happened next was the moment Dylan had been waiting for.  He
wasn't sure he'd have the nerve to do it, so he just did it anyway.  As he
grabbed the back of the chair to move it back to the table, he purposely,
inadvertently, grabbed hold of the top of Morgan's towel, pulling both the
chair and the towel to the other side of the room.

   "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!  DYYYLLLLLLLAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!"

   He turned around and feigned surprise.  "Morgan!  My goodness! 
You're... you're naked!"

   She couldn't have looked more stunning.  Completely naked.  Still cuffed
and helpless.  Attempting to twist her body and cross her legs to hide her
exposure.  But every movement only humiliated her more -"and simultaneously
made her more attractive and adorable.

   "COVER ME UP!!!"

   At this point, Dylan thought that if were to have any chance of proving
himself and winning her heart, he was going to have to turn it up a bit. 
No more mister nice guy.  The gentleman bit was over.

   He gazed at her body from bottom to top.  She couldn't help but see his
wandering eyes.  It was perhaps the most mortifying moment she had ever
experienced.

   "You know, Morgan.  I think we really should just drop the false
modesty. I mean, I've seen you naked now.  I can't unsee it.  And
attempting to cover you with another towel, well, that would just be
pointless.  I mean, the main thing is to figure out what to do about those
cuffs.  Don't you think?"

   Dylan's sudden brazenness caught Morgan unprepared.  She hadn't expected
him to talk to her in that way.  He had just said that he was in charge and
things were going to go however he said.  Her nipples were on fire.  Her
pussy was on fire.  Fuck.  Shit.  Fuck.  She was getting turned on.