Tied 'n' Teased

The impact of the helicopter hitting the water had thrown him out of his seat and broken his leg, but Eva had managed to drag him ashore to the safety of the island. She told him to lay on the sandy beach, while she swam back to what remained ofthe helicopter and salvaged what she could of their belongings.Not much remained. She came back ashore with just a suitcaseand a small holdall, each containing clothes.Adrian was in agony. The bone just above his right ankle had beenbroken almost in two, leaving him unable to move.”I should never have planned this trip,” he told Eva, as she toreopen his trousers and examined the break.Eva was Adrian’s secretary. She was a tall, elegant blonde that,were he honest, he would admit that he employed more for herbeauty than for her secretarial skills. Not that Adrian was honest.
He was a businessman pure and simple; one that had no qualmsabout telling big, black lies if it led to him increasing the size of hisbank balance. It was his carefree financial wizardry that hadenabled him to afford the helicopter in which he had whisked hisgorgeous new secretary away for what he had promised her wasa conference, but what was in fact no more than a dirty weekend.Eva had feltduty-bound to agree to the trip, but certainly the exoticdestination excited her. Sadly, an unexpected brush withturbulence on landing had caused Adrian to lose control of thehelicopter, leaving the two of them marooned on the Mediterranean
Island paradise.
“You’ve ruined those trousers forever,” Adrian moaned.Eva had been forced to tear the material to get them off him without
moving his leg and causing him further pain.
“Shush,” said Eva, in control of the situation. “I’m the boss for nowYour leg is broken and we’re going to have to get it fixed.”
“Some hope,” said Adrian, “this island is totally uninhabited.”
“Totally?” asked Eva. “What about the other conference guests?”
“A little white lie to get you here,” said Adrian. “This island is mine.I own it. I wanted to get you alone here and have my wicked way with you.”
Eva looked at Adrian disdainfully then slapped his broken leg. A sharp pain in his ankle made him scream.
“What was that for?” he asked, rubbing the ankle, which only made it hurt more.
“That was for not respecting me as a woman,” said Eva. “What makes you think that I would let you have your wicked way with me?”
“Because I’m a man and you’re a woman,” was Adrian’s simple reply.
It did not seem to satisfy the secretary. She walked over to the suitcase and dug inside for some clothes, then returned to Adrian
with a smile on her face.
“Right,” she said, holding up a pair of stockings and a suspender
belt, “let’s get that wound dressed.”
Adrian took one look at the lingerie”We need something that will hug close to your leg, so I thought a
stocking,” Eva explained, then she got Adrian to sit up and fastened
the suspender belt around his waist. “This holds the stocking in
place,” she added, before reaching down towards Adrian’s foot and
then easing the black stocking carefully up his thigh.
Adrian was dumbstruck. He sat there watching, unable to speak,
as his secretary drew the stocking up to the middle of his thigh and
then fastened the top in place with the clasps on the suspenders.
“There,” said Eva, once the stocking was in place. “How does that
feel?”
“I feel like a queer,” said Adrian, although in truth the feel of the silk
stocking climbing his leg had caused a sense of calm to pervade
his body. The soft material had shaped itself so exactly around the
damaged area that the pain had eased almost at once. The silk had
warmed his entire leg, soothing the broken bone.
“One more,” said Eva, ignoring Adrian’s gruff reply and pulling the
other stocking up his good leg.
“That leg’s not even broken,” Adrian complained, but Eva ignored
his protest.
“You’d look silly wearing just one stocking,” she said, and for a
reason that he could not explain Adrian found himself glad that his
complaint had been over-ruled. He sat looking down feeling
strangely happy, as his two sturdy footballer’s thighs were encased
in feminine silk.
“I’m going to have to borrow your jeans and your shirt,” Eva said,
suddenly climbing to her feet.
She marched over to Adrian’s holdall and rummaged through his
things.
“That’s all the clothes I brought with me,” he said, watching in
dismay as Eva pulled out his jeans and his blue shirt. “I only packed
for a weekend What am I going to wear?”
Eva didn’t answer. She pulled off her dress and stood in front of him
in just her bra and panties.
“I need thick strong clothes,” she said, as Adrian gazed in awe at
her body.
In the office the short skirts and tight sweaters that she wore always
made her look very girlie, but seeing her then in just her underwear
Adrian noticed a whole new side to her character. Her strong, curvy
hips and powerfully impressive cleavage were less the girlish
charms of a pretty secretary and more those of an Amazonian
warrior. Eva stood tall and proud of her curvy figure, happily casting
Adrian’s prostrate form into the shadow of her cleavage.
“You cannot move and we need to find food,” she continued. “This
island is thick with vegetation and if I am to get through it unscathed
I need strong protective clothing.”
She undid her bra and threw it to the ground, then she pulled on
Adrian’s shirt. Adrian watched as she did up the buttons then
pushed her panties to the ground and reached inside his holdall for
a pair of boxer shorts.
She bent down to put on the boxer shorts flashing him her behind
in the process. The crack between her tanned buttocks seemed
almost to smile at him, to laugh at him, before it vanished beneath
the cotton boxer shorts.
“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” said Eva, pulling on Adrian’s
jeans to complete her outfit.
“Don’t be long,” Adrian heard himself shouting, as he watched her
vanish into the undergrowth.
Suddenly, Adrian was alone and scared. In the office and in the
financial markets he was all-powerful and all-knowing, but out there
on an uninhabited island he was like a little boy lost. The
Mediterranean shores, though beautiful and warm by day, grew
cold and unnaturally quiet as night fell. Goose bumps were
appearing on Adrian’s arms and he needed something warm to
wear. Eva had torn his trousers to shreds and his shirt was in tatters
from the crash. He looked across at the dress that Eva had thrown
onto the sands, then at the bra alongside it.
“I feel like a queer,” he said aloud to himself, but inside his head a
different voice was speaking. It was telling him how good the
stockings and suspenders had made him feel and how
successfully they had soothed his pain.
Adrian grit his teeth and dragged himself over to Eva’s discarded
clothes. He picked up the bra first, which was made of lace. The
soft material felt good against his fingertips, instantly reminding him
of the breasts that he had once fondled in the back row of the
cinema as a teenager. He ripped off the remains of his shirt and
pulled the straps up his arms and over his shoulders. It hurt like hell
reaching behind his back to do up the clasps, but it was worth it
when he looked down and saw his new look.
He no longer felt like a little boy lost, nor even like a little girl lost. He
felt secure and comforted by the feel of the lace against his skin. It
made him think of Eva. It told him that she would soon be coming
back to look after him, bringing him food for the table and hopefully
love.
“The office is a long, long way from here,” he told himself ruefully,
“and she’s all I have.”
The thought left him in a pensive mood, and as he gazed down at
his emasculated body the immensity of the situation began to
overwhelm his mind. He fixated on the boxer shorts that he was
wearing along with the stockings and suspenders. The shorts
seemed suddenly ridiculous to him. They didn’t fit in with the new
image of himself. He was lost on an island and in need of love. He
needed soft clothes on his body that would attract a lover, that
would make someone want to hold and caress him.
Adrian ripped off the boxers shorts, then dragged himself over to
Eva’s discarded panties. He lifted the panties towards his face and
inhaled the scent around the crotch area. It was the scent of
woman, the scent of Eva’s sex juices, and it both unnerved and excited
Adrian to know that Eva found the power shift betweenthem erotic enough
to make her wet.
“What does she have planned for me?” he asked aloud, as he
pulled the panties up his legs and tried to shove his cock inside.
It didn’t want to go. Suddenly, Adrian was struggling with a vibrant
erection, much too excited to be tucked away inside a pair of wispy
panties. He forced it inside with a painful thrust of his fingers, then
he quickly sheathed it with the lace. His balls and his shaft quickly
began to sting, as the tightness of the panties threatened to
strangle all life out of them.
The dress was easier to get on. It was a short black number that
came just far enough down Adrian’s thighs to cover the tops of his
stockings. He pulled it over his head and then lifted his behind off
the ground, so that he could smooth it under his thighs.
“You look very pretty,” said Eva, making him jump.
Adrian had been so engrossed in his transformation that he hadn’t
noticed her return. She stood by him holding a large dead bird.
“You can cook this for us,” she said, handing him the bird. “I’ll get a
fire started then I’ll find us some shelter for the night.”
“I’m not your fucking wife,” shouted Adrian, his face full of anger.
Suddenly, the old Adrian had awoken. Suddenly, the clothing that
they had swapped was forgotten and all he could see was his
secretary bossing him around.
“You cannot be the boss now,” Eva shouted back at him. “You’re
hurt and you can hardly move. Only I can provide the food and
shelter that we need, which means you to have to provide the
feminine stuff.”
Her anger took Adrian quite by surprise and suddenly he found
himself crying. Eva dropped to her knees and placed an arm
around his shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” she told him, “I didn’t mean to shout.”
“No, I’m sorry,” said Adrian, realising just how dependent he had
become on the girl. “Look after me, Eva. I really need you right
now.”
Adrian’s erection had been held tight by the panties for some time,
but on his sudden surrender to his secretary’s control it came
bursting out of the lace. Eva noticed the bulge around his midriff
and at once she began to pull Adrian’s dress up his thighs,
uncovering first his stocking tops then his suspenders then the
panties with the erection poking out of them.
“Lie back, Adrian,” she said, then she pulled off her jeans and
straddled Adrian’s body. She nestled her crotch on top of his
erection then leaned forward and began to plant kisses all over his
face.
Adrian shut his eyes. He had always been an aggressive lover, as
aggressive in bed as he was in business, but lying there on that
island with a broken leg he knew the positions had changed.
“Be gentle with me,” he said, as Eva pulled his panties a little way
down his thighs.
The secretary’s pussy was wet with juices. She pulled the crotch
strap of her boxer shorts to one side of her hole then she pressed
Adrian’s helmet between her lips. With a gentle downward thrust of
her body she sent his erection shooting deep inside her pussy.
The insides of her pussy contracted around Adrian’s shaft,
producing a tingling sensation in his helmet, as the girl’s juices wet
it. Eva reached behind her body and stroked the tops of Adrian’s
stockings, pushing her hands beneath his suspenders and
squeezing at his flesh.
“Take me,” said Adrian, although it was almost as if someone else
was speaking for him. His dependence on Eva had turned him into
someone totally new and distinct from the old Adrian. He no longer
wanted hard,He felt Eva begin to swing her hips back and forward, sending his
erection shooting in and out of her pussy. He opened his eyes and
watched as Eva’s breasts bounced in time with the thrusts of her
hips. Her dark brown nipples were poking through the material of
the shirt she wore, making it clear to Adrian just how turned on she
was.
She began to up the tempo of her thrusts. Adrian kept lying still,
getting off on the feel of her pussy sucking on his cock, but afraid
of thrusting his body in time with Eva’s for fear of further damaging
his leg. He remained happily passive, letting his female lover take
full charge of the proceedings. His erection spasmed with pleasure
just from watching and feeling this gorgeous young blonde
overpowering him in such a forceful manner.
He pushed his hands along Eva’s thighs and then gripped his
fingers tightly around her buttocks.
“Fuck me harder,” he said, wanting her to totally overwhelm him
with her passionate forcefulness.
Eva swung back her hips and then slammed her crotch forward.
Adrian’s full length went shooting between the lips of her pussy,
making her squeal out loud with joy. She reached inside her shirt
and tweaked hard at her own nipples. Sex juices dripped down her
thighs and onto Adrian’s balls, as she threw back her head and let
out a deep, orgasmic groan.
Adrian’s cock was tingling, but he hadn’t yet reached orgasm. He
felt Eva’s pussy contracting around his shaft, as orgasmic
vibrations lit up her crotch, and he longed to experience the same
kind of pleasure that she was then feeling.
Sadly, it was not to be. Eva withdrew her satisfied pussy from his
cock and shuffled forward until she was sitting on his face.
“Lick me clean,” said Eva, pressing her pussy against Adrian’s lips.
He had no other choice than to do as she commanded.
His tongue darted in and out of his mouth, as he licked up Eva’s
cum and swallowed it down. She groaned with delight, as his lips
brushed all over the lips of her pussy, moaning ecstatically, as he
pressed his tongue deep inside her hole.
“Thanks, baby,” she said, suddenly climbing to her feet. “I’ll go
make that fire now.”
Adrian was stunned. Eva had wandered off in search of firewood
leaving his cock still pulsating with sexual tension. He lay still,
reliving the way that the girl had treated him, using him for her own
satisfaction then leaving him high and dry. He pushed a hand up
his dress and squeezed the cups of the bra he wore, then he ran
his other hand down a stocking-clad thigh. At once, his cock sprang
into life spurting its juices all over his stomach.
Adrian groaned, as the pent up sexual tension poured out of his
body. His helmet would not stop throbbing and ejaculating, as this
totally new sexual experience blew his mind. The role reversal had
forced him to question everything that he had ever believed in – not
just his attitude to sex and to women, but also his attitude to
business and to his life in general. Suddenly, the old Adrian seemed
like an anachronism. He was out of date, blinkered, obsessed by
nothing more than money, when what really mattered was finding
someone to love and care for the inner Adrian.
His ankle began to ache, reminding him of his vulnerability. He
thought of Eva’s strong feminine body and compared it to his own
emasculated form lying on that beach in a little black dress.
“Eva,” he shouted, and she quickly came running to his side,
concerned in case his condition had worsened. “Listen, Eva,” he
said, as she sat by him, “let’s never go back. Let’s stay here on this
island far away from the rat race and live the lives that we really
want to live. I can be your wife, if that’s what you really want, and
you can look after me. I can cook for you and once we’ve made a
place to live we could start a family.”
Eva began to laugh.
“Don’t be silly, Adrian,” she said. “Sure, it would be fun to start all
over again, but we cannot live like this forever. This island cannot
support us.”
“It can, Eva,” Adrian said, almost begging her to believe him. “We
can hunt for food and make shelter. We have clothing to keep us
warm.”
“No, Adrian,” said Eva. “I found your mobile in your holdall. I’ll ring
for help first thing in the morning. This was just a holiday romance,
the dirty weekend that you wanted. I only hope that you’ve learned
some respect from it because I really did get off on fucking the new
Adrian. I could get used to having him around. ”
“Wait, Eva,” Adrian said, but it was too late. Eva had wandered off
again, back in search of shelter and firewood.
A disappointed Adrian looked down at the clothes on his body. He
felt comfortable and warm in them and he felt sure that they held
the possibility of a better life for him. Summoning up all his strength
and determination he dragged himself over to his holdall and found
his mobile phone. Without thinking any further, he pulled open the
back and removed the battery. He dug a hole in the sand and
buried it, then marked the spot with a piece of driftwood.
“We’ll see how it goes,” Adrian told himself. “The two of us on an
uninhabited island with none of the rules of the Old World to guide
us. A chance for the sexes to start afresh.”
Adrian and Eva had their own Garden of Eden, but which of them
would become Adam and which would become Eve was a tale that
only time would tell.