Chloe let herself into the house. Although 21, she was still living with her mom and her mom's boyfriend while she saved money to move out.
It was late.
Chloe had told her Mom that she'd be back at 12 at the latest, but right as she was about to leave she ended up hooking up with a guy she liked. It was pretty mild they had just made out. He'd felt her up over her tights and she had given him a very messy handjob.
It was now 3am. For this reason Chloe really hoped her Mom's boyfriend wasn't up. His name was Rick and he was extremely strict. He didn't have any patience for disobedience or at least what he perceived as disobedience.
As Chloe closed the door she took a quick look in the mirror at her outfit: She was wearing a short pleated yellow and black skirt over some dark black tights and boots, and a long sleeve see through nylon-mesh top that sat over a textured red and black bra, which covered her sizeable breasts.
Her admiration for her curvy but firm figure was cut short by a voice - Rick's.
"Chloe?" he said, softly but with controlled anger. "Do you know what time it is?"
Chloe's heart immediately started pumping faster. "Oh no" she thought. She straightened out her skirt, pulled up her tights and brushed her hair back.
"Hi Rick. You shouldn't have waited up" she said strolling into the living room, where Rick was sat in an armchair by a lamp. He was in his jeans and T-shirt. He was quite strong and sturdy looking, with a sharp physique and tight haircut. He was looking her up and down. He seemed especially fixated on her legs, as usual. He liked when she wore tights for some reason so she intentionally wore them with short skirts so that he would be more agreeable when she wanted to go out partying or have friends over.
"It's late. Very late."
"I know but there were some friends at the party and they didn't want me to leave-"
"What is that?"
Chloe froze.
Rick beckoned her toward him. "Come here Chloe."
Chloe slowly shuffled over to where he was sat.
Rick extended his hand. "Give me your arm."
Chloe produced her right arm. Rick grabbed it and examined the nylon sleeve.
Suddenly Chloe saw what he was looking at: A patch of white on her otherwise black nylon sleeve. It must have been from when she was giving that guy the handjob against the wall at the party earlier.
Rick looked stern. "Is this.. a cum stain, Chloe?"
Chloe paused, trying to think of something, anything to say. But she didn't say anything she just hung her head.
"Who did you fuck tonight you slut" he demanded, his tone growing in intensity.
"No one!" Chloe replied quickly. It was the truth. "It was just this guy, and I kissed him."
"You just kissed him?"
"Well no I gave him a handjob and he must have got cum on my sleeve. I'm sorry Rick."
"Well that must've been what happened" he replied, frighteningly cool. "So you didn't fuck him?"
"No"
"And why not?"
"Because I knew you would not approve."
Rick smiled. He put his hands on her upper thighs, stroking her nylon clad legs.
"That's right Chloe. That's right." Then without warning, he pulled the young 21 year old down so that she landed straddling him. The manoeuvre made Chloe gasp. She instinctively put her hands around his neck and adjusted her waist so that her pelvis aligned with his. That's when she could feel his hard cock through his jeans, making contact with her crotch.
He put his hands on her waist and began manipulating her lower body so that she was grinding her hips against him in the armchair. Chloe's cheeks were going red as she knew it was inappropriate but had learned it was easier to just go with it. Besides, due to her earlier unfulfilling encounter at the party, she was still a little horny and so didn't mind the current stimulation she was receiving.
"So you didn't fuck this guy. But you did let him cum on you, and on your best nylon shirt no less. And on top of that you're late home AGAIN. You know what this means."
Chloe sighed. Her head hung low. "Yes" she said meekly.
"Well go on then. Go and get the box. And don't wake up your mother."
"Yes sir" replied Chloe, stepping up from Rick's lap, straightening her skirt once more. She could feel a slight damp between her legs where her reluctant arousal had been getting the better of her.
The box... Chloe knew what was coming. Rick's favourite way to punish her was to tie her up for the night. He'd often gag her too. It all began when her mom found a tiny bag of coke in her room one day and instead of turning her over to the police, Rick insisted they should have her "experience what it's like in prison" by tying her up and gagging her for several days. She spent about a week altogether tied up and gagged in various locations and positions around the house. Some days she would be tied down spread eagle in her bed with panties stuffed into her mouth, secured with a cleave gag. Sometimes she would be brought downstairs with her hands cuffed behind her back and then made to eat breakfast by being fed. Then she might be tied with her hands together above her head, pulled through the top of a door, force her to stand for hours on end. In that case, her only relief would come when Rick would come along and wrap her legs around him, holding her by the ass as he'd kiss her neck and whisper about how bad she was. As much as Chloe didn't like it, she was forced to hold on and bear it as otherwise she'd be left standing again on two sore legs.
Chloe walked through the kitchen and into the back room where they kept various boxes and rubbish. She spotted the box she needed to retrieve. It was originally the box that the restraints Rick used to tie her to her bed at night came in: A full under-mattress bondage kit, complete with cuffs and straps. Now though, the box contained a ball gag, ring gag, various worn pairs of black tights, some of Chloe's underwear, cable ties, handcuffs and rope. The full bed-bondage set was still set up under her bed upstairs, as per Rick's orders. "We never know when we might need to strap you down again" he'd said with a laugh following the end of her 1 week imprisonment.
As she took the box down and looked through it, Chloe began thinking back to that week. She really didn't mind being tied up, if anything she enjoyed it. The only thing she didn't like was being gagged, especially because Rick would use anything and everything to gag her. He especially loved it when whatever he stuffed into her mouth would be packed so tight that he would touch the back of her throat and make her convulse slightly. For that reason he always tied cleave gags very tight, making her young cheeks bulge. She hoped for her sake that tonight's punishment would be minor.
With that, Chloe headed back into the living room where she found Rick already standing with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Chloe looked nervously at Rick as he rifled through the box filled with various bondage implements as well as used panties, gags and tights.
"Well then," he said. "Let's get started, shall we?"
She mustered the courage to speak.
"Rick, would you mind.. not tying me up tonight? I have work in the morning and I really need a good night's sleep."
Rick narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? Because you didn't seem to mind about your lack of sleep when you sauntered through that door at 3am."
"I'm sorry Rick but please-"
"No." Rick cut her off, holding up his hand. "Actions have consequences Chloe. You know that."
Chloe nodded.
"Now assume the position so I can tie your wrists in front of you."
Chloe obediently assumed the position. She put her wrists together and placed her hands on Rick's crotch. Rick insisted this was the best way for her to have her hands when he needed to tie them but Chloe figured he just liked having a young woman fondle his cock. She could feel how hard his bulge was already.
Rick took some rope out of the box and immediately began weaving it around Chloe's wrists.
"Tighter" he ordered, as he pulled the knot tight.
Chloe responded in turn by tightening her grip on his crotch. Rick began to breathe heavily. She knew he was enjoying this. She had no idea that this was only the beginning.
After he finished tying her wrists, Rick took a pair of tights out of the box and put them into Chloe's bound hands.
"Now" he said, unbuckling his belt. "Because you showed that boy at the party such a good time. I want you to show me what you did to him that made him make such a mess of your clothes" indicating the cum stain on her nylon sleeve.
He pulled out his cock and sat down in his armchair.
"You want me to do exactly what I did at the party..." she asked, unsure, slowly wrapping her fingers (and the tights) around his shaft.
"That's right. And get over here close to me, I need to occupy your mouth too."
Rick pulled Chloe down so that she was straddling his right thigh, allowing her to give him thus pantyhose-clad handjob while also allowing him to pull her face close to his.
Rick wasted no time in putting his tongue in her mouth, exploring the taste of palette. Her lips were so sweet thanks to her lipgloss, he felt like he was a young man again.
Chloe was becoming increasingly aware again of how wet she was getting between her legs. The precarious position of Rick's leg was also not helping, constantly rubbing against her slit as she found herself subtly humping his leg.
Her hands were tightly gripping his cock through the soft fabric embrace of her used tights as she pumped and pumped, delivering save after wave of pleasure to her mom's boyfriend. She could feel him building to an orgasm and he moaned, becoming sloppier in his kissing and instead groping her tits and ass.
As he came, Chloe tried to move her hands away but Rick held them in place, continuing to pull her hands up and down, soaking the tights in her hands, her already stained sleeves and legs, in his cum.
Breathless, he pauses for a moment before pulling Chloe's hands away from his cock. She still had the tights in her hands.
"You need a gag." He said plainly, pulling his trousers back on. "That will do."
Chloe was shocked. She'd had some weird things in her mouth but never a cum stained pair of her own tights.
