Earlier that day he had been talking to this girl at his local gym. It wasn't the first time he'd talked to her. In fact, he had been matching her schedule to make sure he would come in a minute or two after her. Just so it wouldn't seem too creepy.
She was exactly his type too. Long blonde hair, gorgeous lips. Toned legs that would look great in heels, and a perfect hourglass shaped body. C-cup, D-cup, honestly, he didn't really understand the difference. All he cared about was that her perfectly sized boobs, in that pushup sports bra she always wore, was more than enough to give him a boner that could last for days.
Fuck, he wanted her so bad. It almost embarrassed him how much of a stalker he felt like, considering he'd dedicated the last couple of jerk off sessions to her. But at the same time, he was very confident in his own body and knew that lots of girls were checking him out whenever he went to the beach or downtown.
But this was not just any girl, he knew. This was the kind of girl who was simply drop dead gorgeous, and she knew it. He could tell just from the way she walked, teasingly swaying her hips and pulling up her shorts extra high, as if she knew people were staring. A perfect alpha female for a perfect alpha male like him.
After a few weeks of small talk, discussing workout routines and diets, he felt confident enough to ask her out.
"I don't do dates," she had replied. "They're kinda boring, don't you think?"
"Yeah." He gave an awkward laugh. No one had ever rejected him before like that. Had it been anyone else, he probably would've been upset. But now it just made him want her even more. "They kinda are."
"Buuuut..." she continued. "Nah, nevermind. You're probably not up for it."
"What is it?" he asked eagerly.
"Well. I'm having a girls only night at my place with some of my friends..." She flipped her hair back and brought it
up to tie it off, pushing her chest out. The sports bra was clearly stretched to its limit.
"U-huh." And his boner was back.
"And I just thought it would be a really fun idea to have like... a surprise for them."
"Like a male stripper or something?" he said jokingly.
"Oh my gosh, no!" She laughed, and immediately he felt stupid. "I was thinking more like a server."
"Oh, right. Of course," he quickly added.
"But actually, now that you mentioned it..." She cupped her chin, eyeing him up and down. "Maybe a male stripper
would be an even bigger surprise. Would you be up for it?"
"When is it?"
"Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yeah, I know it's pretty sudden. But if you don't have time, that's fine. I can probably find someone--"
"No, no, no, I have time. When should I come over?"
"You can come back with me now."
"I should--"
"You can shower at my place."
"Oh, okay. Well let's go then."
They went back to the girls place, and he hopped into the shower. When he was done and about to put on his underwear, the girl opened the door.
"You won't be needing those," she said.
"What? Why? he asked, genuinely puzzled. "I thought I was supposed to be a stripper."
"Not literally a stripper. More like... a decoration--a model. That's right. A model."
"A nude model," he stated.
"Yes exactly. A nude model." She laughed. "But--oh my..."
She stared straight down.
"Oh shit--"
"We're gonna have to take care of that one later." She laughed again. "Come with me."
He followed her out into the fancy-looking living room. In the middle, there was a long glass table that had been prepared for four people, but only on one side.
"Lay down on your stomach," she commanded.
"On the floor?" he asked.
"On the table."
"Won't it break?" "It won't," she assured him. "Don't worry about it."
He didn't look very convinced, but decided to trust her. The glass felt cold against his bare skin, and he had to shift
several times to make room for his pulsating member.
"I'm gonna give you one last chance to back out before I start," the girl said.
No way he was going to back out now. He was getting laid tonight.
"No way. I'm ready."
"Alright. Hands behind your back."
"Huh? What for?"
"Hands behind your back," she repeated.
He complied, and instantly felt how the girl forcibly guided his wrists palm-to-palm.
"Have you ever been tied up before?" she asked.
"Tied up?" He vaguely remembered how he had tied up one of his ex girlfriends once during sex, but that was it.
"No, I'm not really into that kinky shit."
"Really?" She sounded surprised. "Well there's a first time for everything."
"What, are you going to tie me up?" He chuckled. "Why don't you just use handcuffs or something?"
"They're not as reliable as a good rope."
He chuckled again. "If you say so."
"I take it you're not so worried about being tied up by someone like me."
"No offense, but I thought it was just going to be for show."
"Well, it is."
She began tying his wrists. Tightly. Tighter than he thought it would be. When she was done with his wrists, he couldn't separate them one fraction of an inch. He was getting a bit nervous, but tried to remain cool.
"You're better at this than I thought," he complimented. "Have you done this before?"
She didn't respond. She seemed too focused on her task, grabbing the next piece of rope.
"Cross your ankles for me, please."
When she was finished, his wrists had been attached to his ankles. It was so tight that it forced his upper body to arch back a bit.
"How does it feel? Can you get out?"
"Probably. But I shouldn't, right?"
"Well, that's up to you. If you want to get out, you can get out. But if you can't.."
He realized where she was going with this and remained quiet.
"Anyway, my guests are coming soon, so let's finished this quickly."
"Oh?"
She tied a black piece of fabric over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. Then he felt a sweet scene under his
nostrils, and something silky pushing against his lips.
"Open."
"Open wha--ghmppmh!"
The silky fabric was pushed between his teeth and instantly sealed inside.
"That's more like it." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now just stay like that while I go get myself ready, okay?"
"Hnmmmppph!" Was all he could reply.
I got this far until I got tired and didn't feel like continue. Sometimes I just need an outlet for all of my weird fantasies. This is one of them. Although, I'd rather have the guy for myself instead of sharing him
Feel free to continue if you feel like it.
Gonna keep my eyes out for more venting from you. 
