Mused

The Valentines Day Contest was fast approaching and I had no ideas at all. Last year I had one early and placed in the contest. This year my Muse was off on a holiday somewhere having a ball while I sweated bullets over a cold keyboard. That was the way the little redheaded bitch was and there was nothing I could do about it.

With a deep sigh, I picked up my glass of Jack and water and downed half of it. If I ever got my hands on that little redheaded bitch, I would tie her up and spank her naked ass until she couldn't sit down. I grinned at that thought and took another long drink.

One more chug and the glass was empty. I eyed the glass for a second and then got to my feet. "This will never do," I said aloud as I turned and stumbled over my office chair.

Wobbly, I staggered on toward the kitchen. A refill was in order.

Ice I had plenty of, water I had plenty of, Jack, now that was another story. I squinted at the bottle with one eye half closed. It didn't help a bit. There was still only an inch in the bottle. That would never do, if I were going to write a contest winning story. An inch was less than nothing, I ponder as I fixed another drink. Something had to be done about this situation.

I realized that I was too drunk to drive, so I picked up the phone. Thank goodness for speed dial, I thought as I punched three on the phone. 1, was my ex girlfriend, 2, was the corner grocery, 3, was the liquor store, 4, was.... Well, we didn't need to go that far. Anyway, I always lost bets I made when I was drunk.

"Hello, Friendly Liquor, how can I help you?"

"Hey, I'm a friendly licker myself," I told the lady with a laugh.

"Evening Mr. Tex, what are you out of this evening?"

"Ideas and Jack Daniels," I said with a chuckle. "Send over a dozen of each and my little redheaded Muse, if you happen to see her."

"Ideas I have plenty of but probably not any you want to hear or my husband would approve of," the woman said with a giggle. "How about two bottles of Jack and a redheaded delivery girl?"

"Right now, I'd be open to most any idea. I have a deadline and nothing to write about."

"Sorry to hear that. That last story you sent me has damned near killed my husband several times."

"I'm happy for both of you but that ain't getting a story written now. That is if you don't have pictures of you half killing your husband. Those might ignite the writerly juices."

The woman giggled and said, "Tex, you're a funny, funny fellow. I'll have your order on its way in a few minutes."

*****

A little while later, I was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar staring into an empty glass. The empty bottle of Jack got a frown ever so often also. "How do they expect a thirsty man to write stories when he's.... Uh.... Thirsty."

The doorbell rang and I looked at the chimes on the wall. About the third time they rang, I made the connection between them and the door. Leaving my empty glass on the counter, I stumbled to the door and opened it.

I had to blink several times before my eyes focused on the short, cute little redhead with a fifth of Jack under each arm. Somewhere in my mind, a switch clicked and I grinned. I reached out and pulled the bottles from under her arms.

My eyes focused on the deep cleavage at the top of her green sweater and I licked my lips. "I don't know where the hell you've been but it sure helped your boobs," I said and licked my lips again.

"What?" The young woman with the bright red dyed hair asked with a confused look on her pretty face.

"Your boobs, they're twice as big as they used to be," I told her. I reached out to see if they were real but a bottle of Jack already occupied my hand. I turned and walked back to the breakfast bar to set the bottles down.

As I crossed the room, I heard my muse say, "What the fuck are you talking about. I don't know you and certainly have never showed you my boobs."

I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, you're the same little bitch you've always been. Come on over here and have a drink. I have an idea for a story all of a sudden and I need to talk it over with you."

"Pay me for the booze and I'm leaving," she said flatly.

"Don't be that way. You know I always pay you for your ideas one way or another. Anyway, I owe you a spanking for being gone so long and not being here when I needed you."

"You are one crazy motherfucker," the young woman whispered to herself. To me she said, "Pay me so I can go."

I walked back over to the door, bent suddenly, and lifted the woman across my shoulder. I turned carefully to avoid hitting her head on the door and carried her inside, closing the door behind us.

"What the fuck?" she yelled, struggling to get down from my shoulder.

"You've gotten heavier and bigger. You used to sit on my shoulder with no problem," I told her.

"Put me the fuck down," she yelled, struggling ever more.

I sat her on the barstool. "There's no reason to yell."

She jumped up and headed for the door. I grabbed her around the waist and tucked her under one arm. "Put me the fuck down," she yelled again as she beat on my back with both hands.

"You're repeating yourself," I said as I carried her down the hall to my office.

"I'll rip your dick off and feed it to you," she yelled almost frothing at the mouth with anger.

"This will never do," I said as I stood in the middle of my office with her struggling under my arm. My eyes came across a pair of my pajama bottoms lying on the floor. I put my foot on them and pulled the drawstring out of the waistband.

"This should do the trick," I said as I sat down on the bench of my workout machine with her across my lap. I used the cord to tie her hands behind her back. When she kicked her legs, her tight short skirt rode up to show the bottom inch or so of her bare ass.

I slid her across to the left on my lap and moved my right leg to trap both of hers. My left hand held her upper body in place as I pulled the skirt up higher. She wasn't wearing panties but then again my Muse never did. I ran my hand over her firm warm ass for a moment and then grinned. She was in the perfect position for that spanking I had visualized earlier.

"When in Rome, do as the Roman's do," I said with a grin and then frowned. "I think that only pertains to orgies."

"When in Dallas, do Debbie," I said next and then added, "I think that has to do with porn or something."

"When you have a bare ass on your lap, spank it," I said and then grinned.

"That'll work," I said as I raised my right hand and then brought it down solidly on her left ass cheek. The young woman yelled and struggled harder. I grinned at the red handprint on her pretty white skin and added one to the other cheek.

"That's beautiful," I whispered as I admired my handiwork. Two beautiful white ass cheeks and two pretty red handprints.

"I'm going to kill you," the woman yelled.

"Maybe you will but you won't be sitting down for a while," I replied as I raised my hand.

"No!" she yelled as my hand fell. After that she was just yelling incoherently and then she was crying by the time I stopped spanking her now red, hot ass cheeks.

I ran my hand over the hot red skin and heard her moan softly between sobs. I rubbed her ass a moment longer and then dipped my hand between her thighs. Her small round pussy was slippery and wet. I explored the folds until I found her clit. She struggled but she also moaned even louder than before.

Rolling her clit around with varying degrees of firmness caused her hips to jerk and the moan turned into a cry of passionate release. I plunged my finger into her pussy and fucked her with it slowly. Her hips bucked and jerked against the intruding finger. When I added a second finger, her hips jerked even harder.

Her body was down to a quivering shiver by the time I pulled the fingers out of her pussy. She lay still with just her hips slowly working up and down as she made a soft whimpering sound deep in her chest. I looked at my slick shiny fingers for a second and then stuffed them in my mouth.

She had such a marvelous sweet, earthy taste. I sucked on my fingers until the flavor was gone. She tasted even better than the Jack and water and I wanted more of both. I carried her back to the living room and then into my bedroom. I dumped her on the bed and pulled a box out from under it.

The woman made a soft moaning sound and rolled over on her side about the time I pulled a set of ankle cuffs out of the box. Her eyes got wide and she wiggled toward the side of the bed. I grabbed her nearest ankle and held onto her as I tried to put the cuff on her.

I had always thought of my Muse as feisty but this was something else. I had to get up on the bed and sit on her back to get the cuffs in place on her ankles. Luckily, I could reach the box on the floor without let go of her or falling on my head. A strap around each post at the foot of the bed held her feet and legs as I untied her hands.

She kept moaning, "No, no, no," over and over as I place cuffs on her wrists and strapped them to the posts at the head of the bed. I moved back to admire my handiwork again. Her skirt was up around her waist and her ass was still red. Her sweater was halfway up her back.

For a moment, I wondered how I was going to get her clothes off now that she was tied up. A pair of scissors on the nightstand answered that question. I cut the sweater up the middle of the back and then up both sleeves until it fell away. Her pure white skin looked bright against the dark blue of my bedspread.

"No, please no. Don't hurt me," she whispered in a trembling voice as I cut the skirt up the center.

"Hurting you is the last thing I want to do," I told her as I traced the crease of her ass with the smooth cold metal of the scissors. She gasped loudly and then shivered. "Eating your pussy until your head caves in shouldn't hurt. Just the opposite in fact."

The woman struggled and yelled, "No! Let me loose. This is rape!"

"Rape? How can I rape a figment of my own imagination? Some people have some silly ideas." I told my Muse as I caressed her warm red ass cheeks.

With her lying on her stomach, getting to her sweet pussy could be a problem. After I stuffed two pillows under her hips, her ass tilted up just right to present her wet pussy and the darker pink of her anus.

"Perfect," I said to myself. I also noted that her arms and legs were spread even wider now that her butt was lifted. She definitely was not going anywhere soon but that did not keep her from struggling.

"Let me go! I'm not who you seem to think I am. I'm the delivery girl for the Liquor Store."

"Yeah, the Licker Store," I said with a grin as I caressed her ass. "I think a drink is in order. Then we can get down to business."

"No! You don't need another drink. You need to let me go," the redheaded young woman yelled.

With a frown, I reached into my toy box and pulled out a ball gag. "This should keep the noise down," I whispered as I climbed on the bed.

It was a bit of a struggle but I got the ball gag in place. Now all I heard from my Muse was muffled mumbling. "Much better," I told her as I climbed off the bed.

I stood beside the bed, my eyes wandering up and down her lush body. I caressed her hot pink ass and then dipped a finger down to stir the juices at the opening to her sex. "You sure have ignited my imagination since you returned. Just like the old days."

She was trying to yell around the gag but only loud mumbles reached my ears.

I moved my finger up and teased her anus. She jerked and mumbled even louder as I pressed my finger tighter to the ring of muscles guarding her rear. Her hips flexed down as far as the pillows allowed but I kept the pressure on until my slippery finger broke through and sank to the first knuckle.

"You've sure tightened up on vacation. Must have been one boring spot where you went," I said off handedly as I reached into the toy box and pulled out a small bright red butt plug. "But I know how to fix that."

The girl's hips jerked as I teased her slippery opening with the plug. It slipped into her pussy easily. I left it there for a second and admired the contrast of colors between the bright red of the plug's handle and her coral pink slit.

"You are more beautiful than I remember," I muttered as I pulled the plug out of her pussy. I took a sniff of the plug and then a lick. "You smell so sweet and taste even sweeter."

When I pressed the end of the plug to her asshole, she jerked downward with a loud muffled yell. The long tapered plug opened her ass easily for the first half of its length. Then I had to work it in and out slowly until it popped into place. Once it was in place her hips flexed up and down rhythmically.

I grinned and arranged the t-handle on the butt plug to line up with the crack of her ass. "So pretty," I whispered as I turned and headed for the living room and another drink as my thirst was back.

*****

A ray of sunshine through a crack in the blinds in my living room awoke me to an all-familiar tune. A special edition of the Anvil Chorus with my head between the anvil and the hammer. A throbbing headache that was in tune with my heart. How much had I drank?

When I sat up in my old recliner, the headache got worse and my stomach did a flip-flop. When did I go to sleep in my chair? I did not even remember sitting down in it. The last I remembered I was in the office staring at the computer screen.

I stood up wobbly. I still felt drunk. A full fifth of Jack, along with a three quarter one and an empty stood on the bar. Now I was confused. I only had one bottle when I started drinking the night before. I started to shake my head but thought better of it.

Maybe a shower and a bottle of aspirins would clear some of the fog out of my head. On unsteady legs, I headed for my bedroom and the bathroom.

I was half way across my bedroom when I realized there was someone on my bed. I stopped and turned that way. In the dim light, I made out a pale white body tied spread eagle over a couple of pillows. "What the hell? Who the hell?" I asked aloud. The young woman appeared to be asleep from her slow regular breathing.

Now, I definitely needed a shower because I did not remember anything about this young woman. What had I done? What had we done? I shuddered at the first question and shivered at the last. If I did not remember that, I needed to quit drinking.

*****

Four aspirin and a long hot shower later, I returned to the bedroom for a clean shirt and a pair of slacks. The clothes I'd had on smelled like a three-day drunk from just one night. As I buttoned up the shirt, I stood by the bed looking down on the beautiful redheaded lady.

I shook my head slowly as no memory from the night before explained her. I moved to the foot of the bed and leaned in to inspect the butt plug closer. I could see her anus contacting and relaxing around its base. Her opening moved in unison.

For a moment, I wondered what she was dreaming about. For the first time I noticed that her clothing had been cut away. What the hell had gone on last night? With a sigh, I headed for the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Maybe I would get some answers when the woman woke up.

*****

I was working on my second cup of coffee and trying to decide if I should try to eat something for breakfast when a muffled mumbling sound drew my attention back to the bedroom.

When I approached the side of the bed and came into the young woman's view, the muffled noises got louder and sounded angry. The fire in her eyes made me pause as I reached for the strap on the ball gag. I knew trouble was brewing but eventually I would have to undo the gag.

As I removed the gag the young woman yelled, "Let me go, you asshole. I'm going to make a bowtie out of your balls."

I took a step back and said, "That's not much incentive for me to let you go, now is it?"

The woman glared at me but before she could yell again, I asked, "Who are you and why are you tied to my bed?"

"I'm the delivery girl from the liquor store and I might ask you the same question on why I'm tied up. You did it," she replied, her anger just under the surface.

"Uh.... I don't remember you. In fact, I don't remember much about last night at all. I don't drink often for the obvious reason that I don't handle booze very well."

The woman made a growling noise and struggled with her bindings. "You picked on the wrong chick this time," she said, anger strong in her voice. "And what the fuck is a muse? You kept calling me that."

"Uh, I'm a writer and a muse is an imaginary character that sits on my shoulder and whispers naughty things in my ear for me to write." I explained. "She is the source of my inspiration so to speak."

Struggling again the young woman yelled, "I'll give you some fucking inspiration when I get loose. Not to mention a split fucking head and...."

My hand landed solidly on her bare upturned ass. She gave a yelp and stopped struggling. "There is no need for that kind of language," I told her.

"I thought you liked naughty words."

"Naughty, not vulgar. Sexy and sensuous would be even better."

The girl struggled again and then stopped suddenly. Changing tactics, she pleaded, "Please. Please let me go."

"You're still too mad for me to do that."

"Keeping me tied won't make me any less mad."

"Probably so, but I'll feel safer," I said softly. It was true but I was also stalling for time as I tried to figure out how to let her go and save my balls at the same time.

"Sorry about your clothes by the way," I said in way of apology.

"Don't worry, I'll take the cost of them out of your ass when I get free," she growled at me.

"That doesn't sound good," I said under my breath.

"I don't guess there is any way of bribing you, is there?" I asked as a silence stretched on.

"You could promise to kill yourself after you untie me."

"Not likely. It would be a lie in any case."

"No, it would be murder as soon as I'm free," she whispered softly as she pulled on the straps hard enough to make my old bed creak.

To change the subject I asked, "I assume the butt plug wasn't your idea."

At the mention of the butt plug, her hips flexed just enough to draw my attention to her superb ass. "You do have an outstanding ass, I must say. I can see why I was attracted to it and that red plug looks gorgeous against you white skin."

Her hips flex slightly again, as she said, "I don't allow anyone to mess with my ass. I don't like it."

In spite of myself, I grinned. "From the way your hips keep moving, it sure looks like you do like it. Maybe I should work it in and out a few times just to test the theory."

"No!" the young woman said sharply. Then she struggled again as she yelled, "Let me go!"

I sighed deeply. I had gotten myself into a pickle this time for sure. I wasn't sure which was going to be worse, her beating the crap out of me or prison. Did they allow inmates to have laptops? So many question and so few answers.

With another deep sigh, I said, "Look, I'm sorry for what happened to you. In fact, I don't remember what might or might not have happened to you. As I said, I don't drink well. What if I said, I would never drink again. Would that satisfy you?"

"Not hardly!" The young woman yelled as she struggled with the straps. "You won't get the chance to drink in prison."

"I won't get to write either unless they allow laptops in there. And probably not the kind of stories I like in any case."

The woman rolled to the side slightly and looked up at me. "Are you someone I might have read? Someone famous?"

"No, not hardly. Writing is my hobby, my creative outlet. It started as a way to relieve boredom and now it's an obsession."

"An obsession? Like tying up women and molesting them? Now there is your obsession." The woman fumed. "There is your muse. I'll bet you're a child molester in your spare time."