A Bondage Birthday Present

From Giftwrapped, by Ny:

Dave drew a deep sigh. Cari was a sensible girl, and would eventually stop chasing him; if worst came to worst, he was graduating in a couple of months. He tried to make himself hope fervently that she found a guy in her class to throw herself after before then.

Thus barely motivated, Dave dragged himself into his room and pulled the closet door open…

To see Cari.

Cari tied up.

His mouth fell open as he took in the sight of her, kneeling with her head down, her wrists bound with cotton rope so white it glowed against her rich, dark skin; her body wound about with rope like a cocoon, or a spider’s web, so much so that he could barely see the flimsy white clothing she wore; rope looped about her thighs, her knees, spiraling around her lushly padded tummy and into the soft folds of her flesh; rope wound individually round each of her barely-draped breasts, holding each up and out to its own angle, the nipples poking out; rope wound around her arms, like cord bracelets. He stared at her, kneeling among his shirts and jeans, her tumbled curls falling unbound about her face and shoulders.

And, to his shock and dismay, he found himself getting very, very hard. As Dave struggled desperately to keep himself detumescent, Cari slowly lifted her head, to shock him with the grin on her moon-shaped face.

“Hi,” she said, as if she were greeting him in a hallway. “Happy Birthday.”

Dave finally found his voice. “Wha? Who? Why are you in my closet tied up?”

“Oh, this?” she said innocently, looking around at herself. “Giftwrap.”

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