My Sweet Prisoner

"Um . . . that's ok . . " I started backing up. "I'll go back in my room, so you can . . . " I backed towards my room.

She nodded her head as I went inside out of sight, crossing my fingers.

"John?" I heard her call meekly.

"Yes?" I replied looking out the door.

"I . . I can't . . . " She splayed her fingers out, showing how she was bound.

"Oh!" I said as if I had just realized her predicament. "Oh, uh . . . sorry . ."

The innocent look of embarrassment on her face was priceless.

"Maybe. . I'm sorry . . " she started, " . . I can't believe I'm saying this . ..is there anything I can . . rub . . against . .? "

"Oh, yes, um . . I went back into my room. "I guess the table or chair, if they weren't bolted." I came back out, deep in thought. "Is there anything in your room not attached?"

She shook her head no. "Hmm, " I said, sitting down again.

We stayed like that for several moments as I planned exactly how to word what I was going to say next.

"John?" She asked.

I looked up.

"I'm sorry to ask this but . . .. maybe . . . if you just . . stand here in front of me. .. maybe I could . . . ."

"Oh, sure . . " I tried desperately not to leap up too quickly.

"Thanks. . ." she said weekly.

My heart pounded as I walked in front of her and put my left arm down at my side, my hand grasping the side of my leg. I slowly moved sideways towards her until the back of my hand was all but touching the front of her jeans. "I'll just think about football or something.". I turned away from her, as if to give her some sort of privacy.

"OK . . . Thanks." she said quietly.

My pulse pounded in my ears as I felt her take a small step outwards with each foot, slightly opening her legs. She then tilted her pelvis, bringing the crotch of her jeans into contact with the back of my hand. At this first contact I heard a tiny expulsion of air through her nose and I was suddenly more aroused than I had ever been before.

Ashley started to rhythmically slide herself against my hand and I gently began pressing back meeting her pace.

Her breathing started to quicken.

After a couple of minutes of this exquisite torture, every ounce of my willpower needed to keep from just turning my hand and cupping that wonderful spot which was bringing her such pleasure, I heard her first little grunt.

Little sweet Ashley, masturbating herself against me! I could feel her breath against the side of my neck.

I had to look, to see her face. I turned my head.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth partially opened, grunting softly with each thrust of her hips against me. Her brow furrowed in concentration as the pleasure built within her. It was exquisite! Her thrusts started to quicken.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh . ." , I reveled in her involuntary cries as they grew louder and she grinded into me harder and faster.

"Uh!, uh!, unh!, uh! uh!" Her voice getting more urgent with every whimper.

Suddenly just before her orgasm, in that split second before her release, her eyes opened and she looked straight into my eyes. Her body froze and then spasmed as her eyes shut once again.

"OoooUhhhhhhhh!", she wailed throwing her head back and pressing herself against me as I leaned into her, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure from her body that I could.

Finally her head fell down to the side, and she stood there panting to get back her breath. I dared not move, the images of her orgasm burned in my brain as I felt her slowly tilt her hips away from me, breaking that wonderful touch.

With a start I reached into my pocket and pressed the remote releasing the restraints, her arms falling to her sides..

Ashley quickly removed the restraints from her wrists, shyly brushed a stray wisp of hair from her face and walked to her door, not once looking up at me. "I'm sorry John." She said weakly. "Thank you for .. helping me." She closed the door behind her.

I all but ran back into my room, remotely locked both doors, and climbed through the hidden doorway into the control room. Needless to say I was about to burst, my erection insistently calling for attention. I quickly rewound the video, intent on finishing myself while once again viewing Ashley as she climaxed against me.

"Damn it!", I cursed aloud as I saw the replay. I had so carefully set the camera to capture her face during the "action", but forgot to get out of the way, so most of the video was of my shoulder and back of my head. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, and glanced over to the monitor showing her room. She was already in the shower, the bathroom door closed, the tell tale sound of water all I could hear and I once again cursed my decision to give her such privacy.

I was about to take out my throbbing hard-on and stroke myself to the sweet memory of her orgasm, when a fleeting thought hit me. I went over to the box on the other side of her room slot, opened the top and peered hopefully inside . . .

There, deposited for laundering, were the clothes Ashley was just wearing.

I reached in and pulled out the soft dainty pair of pale yellow panties, still warm from her body. With shaking hands I lifted it to my face, my thumb running over the damp gusset, the spot which so recently was pressing into her sweet pussy. I inhaled her wonderful scent . . .

"Ashley . . . Uhhhh!" I grunted, ejaculating wildly on the floor and the wall as I collapsed, her panties clutched against my face.

As I laid there, my breathing starting to normalize, basking in what must have been one of my strongest orgasms, I came to a decision. While she was my captive, that would be the last time I would climax by my own hand.

Chapter 9 - My Reward

I kept us apart for the rest of the day, letting her into the main room for a couple of hours in the evening, but keeping my door locked. We had already determined that the doors were sound-proof (not exactly true, but I insisted that I banged on her door when I was alone in the main room, and claimed I couldn't hear her knocks on mine), but by the light coming through the window, she would assume I was locked away in my room.

The next morning I gave her instructions to do the whole "newspaper" thing, and when her door opened, I was just taking off the restraints myself.

"Oh, hi Ashley . . " I said. "I just finished my daily update." I raised the paper in my hand.

She smiled shyly looking down. "I guess it's my turn now."

I stepped aside as she started slipping on the restraints. "At least I think that's what I'm doing . ." She stopped suddenly, giving my an embarrassed glance.

"Go ahead," I said taking a step back and looking around. "I wonder why they're overlapping us this time. And look, the red light's still going."

Ashley took a deep breath and finished securing the restraints on her wrists. Satisfied that all was ok, she looked towards the cameras and addressed her parents, assuring them of her well being.

The moment she finished, the red light turned off and the restraints released her. Ashley gave a little smile again and took off the shackles. "Well, I guess that's it today. . ." She looked up at me. "John . . "

I averted her gaze.

"About yesterday . . .I'm sorry you had to . . . had to do that . . I don't know why they would . . "

"Hey, don't worry about it." I chimed in lightly. "Let's just forget about it OK?" She nodded her head obviously relieved. "I'm just glad I was here, or who knows how long you would have been stuck there!" Ashley smiled, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

"Yea, who knows . . "

We just sat and talked for the next hour, pretending the previous day's pleasantries never happened. I feigned ignorance as she told me about her traveling friend Ellen, and her school and her family. I gave a slightly modified version of my life, omitting any mention of my late wife, making up relevant details about my parents.

She really was a sweet girl and I started to realize that I really did like her. Beyond all of my lust and obsessions, she seemed like a really sweet person. Perhaps it was my imagination, but we really seemed to be hitting it off.

After a while I casually reached into my pocket and pressed the buttons to turn off the main lights, our signal to return to our rooms.

"See ya'", she called out, waving to me as she closed her door. I went back inside and activated the door locks. Everything was perfect!

My next "encounter" was planned for the next day, but I was forced to move things up that afternoon after Ashley's yoga workout. I certainly enjoyed watching her, but it was when she emerged fully dressed from the bathroom after her shower that I knew I couldn't wait.

She was wearing a light blue sweater over a pink ruffled skirt which fell just to her knees. The pink in the skirt matched the color of her socks along with the bow in her hair, tied up on the back of her head in the same way as the first time I had laid my eyes upon her. She sat on the bed and pulled her legs under her, reaching for a book. Staring at this beauty, I knew I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

When her door opened a little while later, she found me shackled to the wall, my hands trapped, pulled to my sides. I gave her an embarrassed smile. My heart raced as she looked over at me.

"John?", she hesitated in the doorway. "What's going on?"

I gestured weakly with the paper in my hand. "They got me this time. But I . . . can't . . either . . ." I turned my hands out in futility.

"What do you mean?", she asked walking towards me. "Oh . ." She stopped suddenly, a step away from me, quickly looking at her feet. I could see a redness creep across her face and immediately felt the blood rushing to my groin.

"It just said to put on the cuffs, and I didn't see the pulse monitor thingy, so I didn't think . . ."

A few agonizing moments passed as I stared at the beautiful girl, looking down biting her lip. I wondered if she could hear my heart hammering away at my chest, if she would notice the bulge I could hardly hide in my pants.

She took a quick breath, and with a nod, looked up at me with a smile.

"It's OK John!" she said cheerily, any shyness or embarrassment gone from her face. "I'll . . . help you out."

The anticipation as she walked in front of me and turned to the side was maddening. As I did the previous day, she put her arm at her side and looking away, slowly leaned into me, making the slightest contact with the front of my crotch with the back of her forearm. My body shivered as a wave of pleasure radiated from that point of contact.

I stared at her adorable profile, looking for some reaction as I started pressing myself gently against her. It was wonderful! I leaned my head towards her, my cheek brushed against her soft hair. I had to force myself to keep the touch light, to keep control over my body. The sensation rubbing against her arm was so fantastic, the situation so unreal!. I forced myself to stop suddenly and I pulled back from her. "Ashley?".

She turned her head, still not quite looking at me. "Am I . . doing it wrong? I don't have . . I've never really done . ..".

"It's fine," I assured her. "It's just . . " I looked down, feeling a bit of real embarrassment. "I'm sort of stuck . . pointing down."

"Oh!" She exclaimed taking a step away, glancing down at my crotch before quickly looking away.

"Hey, " I said softly. She once again looked into my eyes. "It' alright . . . . you don't have to look away." She smiled. "Can you just . . . turn me so I'm . . . facing up? I think I'll be able to finish that way . . ."

Ashley nodded solemnly and I watched her slowly turn her head down, and stare at the bulge pointing down the left leg of my pants.

She reached out her left hand and gently placed it over my throbbing cock and gently at first, and then with a bit more force, massaged it sideways until it was pointing straight up towards my stomach. The feeling was incredible as her little hand manipulated my hard-on. I watched her face, mouth partially open, her beautiful eyes locked on her hand pressing against me. I couldn't help but push outwards with my hips, my body demanding more contact, more pressure.

"That's good . . " I croaked, my mouth now dry. "Now up and down."

She nodded, looking down at me mesmerized, my hips matching the rhythm of her hand as she pressed against my aching cock.

"Uh!" A small grunt escaped me, snapping her out of her trance, and she embarrassingly looked away.

"Ashley" I spoke urgently.

"Yes?"

"Please . . . look at me while you're . . ." I trailed off.

She turned back to me. I gazed into her beautiful face as she stroked me. My gaze wandered to her chest, her breasts hidden beneath that sweater. My restrained hands grasped uselessly for her. She licked her lips as her hand and my hips moved more and more rapidly. I knew I was close . ..

"Ashley" I gasped. She looked up at me. "Please . . "

She waited for me to continue. "Yes?"

"Can I . . . I need. . . " She looked expectantly, her hand's actions never wavering. "Can I see . . which panties . . you're wearing?" My breathing was labored as I looked at her imploringly. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew I shouldn't have said it like that, but I was well past the point of thinking rationally.

She didn't seem to notice my little blunder as she only hesitated for a moment before bringing her left hand to her waist, beginning to pull down on her skirt with her thumb.

"No,", she froze, "The other way. . . from the bottom. . .", I pleaded.

She looked me straight in the eye before bending down and slowly lifting the front hem of her skirt. My eyes were glued to her legs as the pink material of her skirt lifted, first baring her knees, then her beautiful smooth thighs. I started bucking wildly against her pressing hand as more and more of her sexy little body was revealed. A small triangle of white finally showed, her panty covered pussy finally coming into glorious view! When I saw that cute red heart, and the words "Little Girl" written on top my muscles clenched and I strained myself into her hand, the pleasure almost unreal.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I felt wave after wave of ejaculate release into my pants, my body arching off of the wall into her hand.

I blissfully collapsed into the pull of the restraints.

After a little while I opened my eyes (unaware that I had closed them) to the sight of Ashley, standing in front of me. Her right hand in front of her, palm still out in the same position it was while stroking me. Her left hand was still clutching her skirt, revealing those adorable panties. Her eyes were wide open, transfixed on me.

She suddenly looked away embarrassed, dropping her skirt down in place. "OK. . . umm . . was that . . . OK?" she asked uncertainly, looking around as if for something to now do. "And, why are you still . . stuck?"

Slowly coming back to my senses, I pressed the carefully positioned remote in my shoe with my toe. As the restraints released I literally fell on the floor.

"Are you all right?", she asked helping me up.

"Yes . . Fine . . .Thanks . .", I panted. I stood up, conscious of the sticky mess in my pants. "I'm gonna . . ." I gestures to my crotch, "Clean up . . "

She nodded and took a step back. As I retreated to my room, I couldn't help but notice how flushed she still was, her breathing still seemed a bit labored.

"Thanks" I said, closing my door.

My body was so spent I could've just collapsed on the bed and fallen asleep, but there was something in her manner that I just had to check on. I forced myself back into the control room.

I felt a quick jolt of panic as I looked at her room, at first not seeing anybody there (the bathroom door was wide open). But then I realized Ashley was in bed, tucked under the covers. By her movements, it first appeared as if she was crying, however as I turned the microphone up, I realized it was something else entirely.

I heard her sweet gasps, and the same rhythmic "uh, uh, uh . . " from the day before as she secretly masturbated in her bed! In spite of my exhaustion, I felt my arousal build once more, and wished I could pull away those covers and see her manipulating that tender young body.

"Ooooh! . .. ..John! . .. " I heard her whimper softly an her movements ceased. I couldn't stop grinning as I walked out of the room to shower.

Chapter 10 - Sharing

After setting everything straight that afternoon, I opened both doors and we spent most of the rest of the day talking. I was a little disappointed to see that she has changed into sweat pants, but for some reason I wasn't feeling as lustful as I had been, and just enjoyed spending some time with her.

We only spoke briefly about what happened, both of us alternating between acting shy and pretending it was no big deal. I wondered if she was thinking about the next time we would be forced together, wondering if it was something she perhaps was now looking forward to?

Predictably, my longing for her returned in full force that night however, as I could not get that wonderful image of Ashley standing there, displaying for me those cute white panties. Again I was disappointed in myself; although I had a great video of Ashley's masturbating me, she obviously was not facing the camera, so the only pictures of her standing in those little cotton panties were in my head. In any case, I planned to get much closer to that alluring triangle of material, and the sweet tender flesh behind it the next day. I finally fell asleep, anticipating the next morning.

There was one simple note delivered to Ashley when she woke. She was to put on the restraints, hold up the newspaper and tell her parents that she was well. As she walked out of her room, I turned on the green light signaling the opening of my door in 10 minutes.

Wearing a blue pleated skirt and white button down sweater, Ashley looked every bit the cute school girl. As she looked into the camera and spoke to her parents, I wondered which pair of panties she was wearing today under that short skirt. I could hardly wait to find out.

Once she finished, I turned off the red light and watched her pull at the restraints. Although the cords had not retracted any more, allowing the full movement of her arms, they had not released their grip either. I picked up the piece of paper and went back into my room, waiting for the door to open.

"John!", she called as I walked in. "This time I think it's really stuck! Look!" She held up her arms, showing her freedom of movement. "And the light went off, but I think these are broken or something." Ashley held out her wrists for my inspection.

I walked over to her, shaking my head slowly.

"What?" She asked, noticing my expression.

"I think you're supposed to stay there a bit more.", I said.

"Why do you say that?", she asked suspiciously.

I held up the note I was carrying and showed it to her.

JOHN TILLMAN -

YOU MUST:

MAKE HER ORGASM WITH YOUR MOUTH.

She turned an immediate shade of red, her breathing suddenly quickened.

"What. . . .you don't have to . . . I can't . . ", she stammered. This flustered girl standing against the wall was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

"It's all right Ashley," I said walking to her. "I don't want you stuck on that wall all day."

"But . . . but . . " I thought she was going to hyperventilate, she was breathing so quickly. She was simply adorable.

I put my hand on her cheek and kissed her gently on her forehead. "Tell you what. I'll do what I can, and if you need me to stop, or if I'm hurting you in some way, I'll stop, OK?"

She nodded hesitantly, and I thought I had never seen someone so nervous.

I kneeled down slowly in front of her, until I was level with her waist. I looked up at her. "You ready?"

She looked down sheepishly. "I . . guess ..", she replied quietly.