Cuffs and ties.

Reaching in with both hands, you pull out a pair of cuffs and an assortment of satin ties. You raise an eyebrow at Tibby, who responds with a dramatic pout. "Those are for days when I'm in a misbehaving mood."

So spanking her isn't the only punishment that's on the table, you muse. You start imagining the different positions you could put her in when you hear a click. Snapping out of your perverted fantasies, you notice the cuff around your wrist just in time to watch Tibby secure the other end to the bed's headboard.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask, shocked at this turn of events.

"I'm misbehaving," your pet declares, sitting on your stomach and reaching for your other arm. "What kind of mood did you think I was in today?"

"A naughty one, that's for sure. Cut it out!" You try to keep your arm out of reach, but it's quickly secured in the same manner as the first.

"Why would I do that? You were in charge last time, now it's my turn." She runs her nails over your bare chest and you swallow your response. Bending forward, she kisses the tip of your nose. "Now behave while I finish tying you up."

You decide to play along and hold still while Tibby turns around, but the moment her guard is down you start bucking under her. She nearly tips over, then she squeezes her thighs around your hips to ride it out like you're a mechanical bull. You can't see Tibby's face, but her laughter tells you how she feels about this excitement.

By the time you settle down, she's excited for another reason. You've not only become hard, but slipped the bonds of your boxers so only a single layer of cotton separates your erection from your pet's ass. She pushes back against you and wiggles enticingly, only to break contact by scooting forward.

Looking at you over her shoulder, Tibby sticks her tongue out at you. "No fair, trying to distract me like that." Shifting again, she puts her weight on your left leg, pinning it in place so she can wrap several satin ties around it. While she works, you give the cuffs an experimental tug that tells you you won't be getting out of them without help. At least they're not uncomfortable, they're lined with what feels like soft leather to prevent chafing.

While you're doing that, Tibby finishes with your legs, rendering them immobile. "There, now we're ready to play." She slides up your legs until her face is an inch away from your manhood. "Hello again, you." She gives it a kiss and giggles when it jumps. Winking up at you, she darts her tongue out to give it a lick as light as a feather. Keeping an eye on your face to gauge your reaction, she teases her way up the side and plants a wet kiss on the top. You groan appreciatively. Working her way down the other side, she slips one hand up the leg of your boxers to wrap around your balls, the other hand grabbing the base of your shaft as she licks her way back up. Taking your cock into her mouth, Tibby begins bobbing her head on the first three inches while her hand strokes the other end. At the same time, her fingers flutter over your testicles in a tickly massage.

You're so into what's happening that you don't even hear the knock on the door, but Tibby does. She pulls her head back with agonizing slowness, sucking hard until your dick pops out of her mouth. You're about to ask why she stopped when there's another knock. "Don't worry," Tibby says as she tucks you back into your boxers. "I'll see who it is."

Tibby skips out of the bedroom and flings the front door open. Waiting outside is a woman in her mid thirties. She's wearing comfortably flat heels, a straight black skirt that stops under her knees, and a light blue blouse. Her skin is slightly tanned, her nails are well manicured, and her long, strawberry blond hair is pinned up loosely, one curl hanging down next to her eye. She's also absolutely stacked.

"Why aren't you the cutest little thing," she declares, reaching out to cup one of Tibby's breasts, who purrs appreciatively. "I'm your neighbor Annabelle, from two doors down. I noticed a young man move in a few days ago, but didn't have a chance to stop by until now. Is your owner home?"

"Yeah. He's a little tied up, but you can come in and say hi if you want."

"I wouldn't want to intrude if he's busy," she says, tucking the loose curl behind her ear.

"I'm sure he won't mind," Tibby lies, already taking Annabelle's hand to lead her straight to the open door of the bedroom.

"Oh my. When you said he was tied up I didn't think..." Annabelle breathes, looking you up and down before quickly turning away. She doesn't leave the room though, and keeps glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. "Is everything alright in here?"

"Uhhh," you say unhelpfully, your face red.

"Oh, I should make introductions!" Tibby realizes. "Master, this is one of our neighbors here to welcome us to the building. Annabelle, this is my owner John. You'll have to excuse him, he gets flustered around pretty ladies even when he's not helpless and exposed."

Annabelle turns toward you again, holding up a hand as if to block the scandalous sight. "A pleasure to meet you, John."

"Nice to meet you too," you stammer. "I'd get up and shake your hand, but..." you shrug as you nod down at yourself.

"That's quite all right," she laughs merrily. "My ex liked to tie me up too. Why don't I let myself out, and you can knock on my door when you're done."

"A-a-alright. See you later."

"Byeeee!" Tibby shouts after Annabelle before stalking over to you. "Now where were we?"

"Tibby, that was incredibly inappropriate. You can't just-" your sentence is cut off as Tibby jams an unused tie into your mouth. Climbing onto the bed by your side, she tugs your boxers down to release your boner, which slaps against your stomach before bouncing back to point straight up. It's still wet with Tibby's spit, and gets wetter still when she dives back into the interrupted blowjob. She engulfs half your length in one go, and swirls her tongue around it as she pulls back. She repeats this move, pushing deeper every time until her nose is buried in your pubes.

With both hands on your balls and her throat muscles flexing around your shaft, Tibby has you well-lubricated and groaning in no time. Pulling her mouth off, she moves one hand up to stroke it and gives you a pleased look. "You were offering me a wild ride earlier. I think I'll take you up on that offer, but should I turn around like I was earlier or keep facing you?"

Your pet looks at you expectantly until something dawns on her. "Duh, you can't talk. Just hold up one finger for Option Ass, and two fingers for Option Boobies."

Laughing through your gag, you extend two fingers.

"Okie-dokie!" Tibby shimmies out of her panties and starts crawling up your body, keeping low so the tip of your penis leaves a wet trail on her skin. It drags between her breasts, pokes her belly button, and finally rests against her pubic mound. Lowering herself further, Tibby traps it between your bodies, making you feel the heat between her legs without letting you in. She grinds against you like this until the underside of your shaft is wet with something other than spit, her stiff nipples rubbing over your chest the whole time.

It doesn't take long before she's ready for the main event and sits up, lifting her crotch off yours. Reaching down, she holds you in position and lowers herself onto your rod. Once you're all the way inside her, she begins gyrating her hips until you're overcome with the need to grab her and pull her harder against you. Since you're still tied up you settle for the next best thing, and thrust your hips up. "Yes! That's it!" Tibby shouts, and you channel your inner bull into the ride of her life. She cheers like a cowgirl at the rodeo as she bounces away, until you start hitting spots that render her incapable of more than animalistic grunts.

Knowing that you won't last long at this pace, you give her a few more hard thrusts before dropping into a more comfortable rhythm. This allows Tibby to take her hands off your chest without falling off. She takes advantage of this fact by fondling herself, massaging her breasts for her own pleasure and shaking them for yours. Occasionally one of her hands slides down to her clit, after which she licks her fingers before they start tweaking her nipples again.

The erotic sight and the incredible sensation of her body contracting around you pushes you over the edge and you unleash inside her. While you're still shooting your last rope into her womb, Tibby throws her head back and cries out her orgasm before collapsing on top of you. When she can move again she kisses your cheek and ungags you. Then she rolls over and snuggles into your side, her eyes bright as she wraps her arms around you.

For several minutes you simply lie there, enjoying each other's warmth. Eventually Tibby sits up, stretches luxuriously, and starts untying your legs. You flex them several times to get your circulation going while Tibby retrieves the keys for the cuffs. Sitting by your side, she runs a hand through your hair while looking fondly down at you.

"Are you going to go see the nice neighbor lady now?"