I realized I had swallowed it. "No. I guess not but it is slimy."

He laughed and said, "Just think of it as jello."

"God. Now I'll remember this every time I eat Jello.

We just laid there hugging each other until he said "I have an idea for another tape. Do you remember the scene in "9 1/2 Weeks" where Kim basinger stripped?"

"I sure do. I have that audio tape. I used to play it in my room dancing and imagining I was her."

I know. I heard it through the wall and would jerk off remembering it. Mom has some sexy clothes she wears to cocktail parties. Why don't you put them on and we will see if you can be that sexy."

I went to their bedroom and found a sexy low cut cocktail dress that looked easy to get out of then went to her drawers and was surprised to see she had tiny see through bras and little thong panties. It had never occurred to me she could be sexy.

When I came down with the tape in my boombox he turned on the music and I began stripping trying to be as close to her performance as possible. Sam cheered me on. My performance was different because I got totally naked. When he put in the tape we watched it while we masturbated each other.

I really looked lewd and said, "Promise you won't show this to anyone."

"I won't as long as you are good."

"What do uou mean?"

"I mean as long as you are good and do whatever I want."

I giggled and said, "I won't have any problem with that. Everything you have wanted has been really exciting."

"Yeah but you may not want to do some things."

"Like what?"

"It is easier to show you. I'll be right back."

He ran up to his room then came back carrying a magazine saying, "One of the guys brought this to school. Some of the poses are really exciting and it would be better if you were moving."

I had never seen anything like it. It had a bunch of pictures of women tied up in all kinds of obscene positions. Some were in series with a story line about the woman being held for ransom or having been arrested by Russians as spies and being interrogated.

Some of them looked really exciting but I thought I would really be slutty to agree to them. I objected.

"I don't think so. I would have to be a slut to let you tie me like this." I showed him a picture of a woman tied to a table with her legs pulled apart so far her pussy lips had opened. "This is obscene! You can see clear inside her. Besides, look at all the leather harnesses and cuffs and things. We don't have any of that stuff."

"Yes we do. I have had this for a long time and made some cuffs out of dog collars padded with sheep skin from the seat covers Dad threw out and I have gobs of rope. I thought I would save my allowance until I could hire a model but no-one is as pretty as you. I just planned on poses that make you look good like this one."

He showed me a picture of a woman hung up to the ceiling by her wrists with her toes barely touching the floor. She did look good. Her tummy had sunk in so far you could see her rib bones. Since my waist was already small I thought I would look even better. It excited me but I still thought I shouldn't agree to it.

"This is kind of scary. I would be helpless. You could do anything to me. I don't think so."

Actually that thought excited me more and when he said, "Come on. You will look great. Would you rather have the guys see your tape? If you do it I will give you a special reward. I will lick your pussy like you did my dick."

That convinced me. My clit twinged at the thought of his tongue on it and I had an excuse.

"Well okay, as long as you promise you won't show the tapes."

"Great, but we need a scenario. Go put on a button blouse, a skirt, and panties and bra. We will act like you have been arrested as a spy and I will strip search you. When I don't find anything I will hang you up and search some more. We will just wing the dialogue. You just keep saying you aren't a spy and try to look frightened and struggle to give me an excuse to tie you."

When I came back down he was holding a pair of handcuffs he had found at a toy store. He was wearing a suit with a badge from the toy police set and holding the toy gun.

There was a rope with wrist cuffs wrapped around our ceiling fan pulled out of camera range.

He pulled my arms behind me and put on the cuffs then turned on the camera behind the desk pointing toward the fan.

He must have decided to be a nazi because he said, "Welcome fraulein. We know you are a spy. Where have you hidden the micro- film?"

I got into the part and acted frightened saying, "No I am innocent! I am not a spy. I don't have any micro-film. They have made a mistake!"

He sneered and said, "We will see about that."

He unbuttoned my blouse and let it slide down my arms then dragged my skirt with an elastic waist down to puddle at my feet. I remembered I should struggle and began twisting around as he unsnapped my bra to make my boobs swing and bobble.

He hit my tummy with the back of his fingers saying, "Be still! I have to search you."

"It stung but that just excited me more and I yelled "No. Don't touch me!"

He hit me a couple of more times while I continued to struggle watching my boobs bounce in the mirror behind the desk and my white skin turn red at my belly button from his fingers.

Then he said, "Since you won't be still I will have to tie you."

He took off the hand cuffs to pull my wrists in front of me then pulled down the cuffs to put on my wrists. I was really into the role and stood there trembling in a combination of fear and excitement.

He pulled down on the rope to pull me up until I was on tip- toes. I really looked beautiful and sexy! I watched in the mirror as my waist lengthened and became tiny and my boobs became tight and round.

He stepped behind me and slowly pulled down my panties. It was really exciting as they inched down slowly revealing my pussy I was sure was wet from my excitement.

He pulled my boobs around to see if the micro-film was taped underneath while standing behind me to not obstruct the view then used two fingers of each hand to pull my pussy open until it formed an oval hole to show all the pink parts inside. I struggled and gasped as he buried three of his fingers in me as deep as they would go supposedly feeling for micro-film.

By the time he had decided he could not find the film I was almost at orgasm.

He said, "You were great sis. Here is your reward. He pulled my legs up on his shoulders and began licking my pussy. It felt wonderful. In no time I was into stronger and stronger orgasms.

He let me down and I collapsed to the floor panting and covered with sweat. When I recovered I took a shower and came back down naked enjoying the breezes on my skin.

He said, "You are fantastic. Lets have a drink. He handed me a glass of coke and whisky. I had never drank anything stronger than a beer. Just one drink made any inhibitions I had left, go away.

He said, "That scene only used fifteen minutes of tape. Lets look at it and maybe do something else."

I could hardly believe it was so short. It had seemed to last longer but seeing it brought back my excitement. Something seemed to be missing. I remembered the thrill of his fingers stinging my tummy.

"It is exciting but it shouldn't end with you kissing my pussy. I am supposed to be a spy. Shouldn't I be threatened with torture or maybe spanked to make me talk?"

"You're right. Maybe later I can get some whips or something I can threaten you with to make a new ending. Hey a spanking reminded me of something. Remember in "9 1/2 Weeks" when she dug around in his stuff and he threatened to spank her?"

"Yeah but he didn't do it. He just fucked her roughly."

"Yeah but that was the movie. I read the book and in it she was spanked and it made her excited. Do you think you could act as if you were getting excited if I spanked you?"