At high-school I had a crush on an attractive girl, who was much sought after. She was best-friends with a plain, acne-spotted girl with weird hair, and as we rode around on bikes, as an occasional threesome, I was the complete asshole, teasing the plain girl mercilessly, and calling her the 'scarecrow'! In later life I was thoroughly ashamed of my behavior, but, hey, long ago and far away...? Anyway, I went to one 'reunion' many years later, hardly remembering anyone or anything, and about ready to leave, when a very striking woman stopped me, and wanted to chat. I apologized and said I couldn't remember her, and she smiled thoughtfully, and said she remembered me! Anyway, we eventually left together, after I confessed I was really into bondage these days - the submissive end, I hastily assured her when a frown appeared. "Oh then that's okay. I'm not experienced, but I am a bit of a control freak! Couldn't stand the idea of giving up that much control myself!" she said amiably, then went on "Does that mean you'd let me tie you up? I wouldn't hurt you, I promise!" Hormones and alcohol, short answer is I let her dig around in my suitcase of goodies, and to my surprise, she eventually unrolled my long, rubber-lined bag, and said "This!" quite emphatically. So, minutes later, I lay on my bed, trussed neck, waist and under my feet. Totally helpless now. Small open nylon zipper across my mouth, two tiny holes right above it, and another zipper right above the bulge that was my quickly growing erection. "How do you feel?" she enquired sweetly, answering my positive reply with one of her own. Great, I thought. Then she said "You don't remember me, do you? You used to refer to me as 'the scarecrow' - do you remember that? It really hurt, and ruined any self-esteem I might have had." "Oh God!" I gasped. "Look, I have felt terrible about that for years, I swear! It was crass, immature, and thoroughly awful! Please forgive me! I was a stupid jerk!" She said thoughtfully, "Well of course you would say that now, utterly helpless and at my mercy, as you are! I have no reason to think you are sincere about it, and I have dreamed of punishing you, humiliating you, all these years! I never thought you'd make it so easy though! Go on doofus, call me 'scarecrow' now! I double-dare you!" "Ma'am - you are very beautiful, and I was a total jerk! I guess I deserve whatever you decide to do with me. I am so sorry! Have been for years, I swear!" "Hmm. Well, we'll see, but I think I've heard all the self-serving bullshit I can take!" So saying she slid the nylon zipper tight shut across my mouth. leaving me with only the two tiny nostril holes, and no air left over for the luxury of speech. "I wonder what would be the MOST humiliating thing I could do to you, in punishment! Ooh I've got a good idea! I'll call my fiancé! Tell him to come over! He knows just how hurt I was by your juvenile comments! He swore if he ever met you, you'd regret it! He's big and tough, and I don't think he likes perverts much! Yeah, that's what we'll do!" Sound of a cell-phone dialing. "Lance? Hi sweetheart! Listen, honey, remember the guy who used to call me 'scarecrow'? Yeah that one! Well, I met up with him at the reunion, and now he's tied up in a bag, absolutely helpless, and I think needs some real humiliation! You interested? Good! Let me give you an address!" Oh shit! I thought. What next! Not long later, the doorbell rang, and she went to let him in. Voices loudened, and then she said triumphantly "There! Whaddya think of that!" Silence, then a man's voice said "God, what a fucking idiot! Whatcha want to do with him?"

"I always thought the most humiliating thing for a man, would be either to have to suck another man's dick, or maybe be brought to the edge of orgasm and kept there, no end, no come, you know just getting more and more frantic! What do you think?" "No reason why we can't do both! We can put him through hell!" he said grimly. "Okay, let's do it! You get the top I'll get the other!" So, a few seconds later, he was straddling my head, and I had a mouthful of hot hard flesh, which I was too scared not to suck. At the other end, she yanked my goodies out through the zippered opening, and snugged the zipper tight round the roots, and then began to caress me into a massive erection! I was scared, repelled, excited, fulfilled, all in about equal amounts, but there was nothing I could do about it. Time passed in a welter of sweat, hastily gulped down semen, and utter humiliation. It turned out to be the most exciting, fulfilling thing in my life, and I was desperate for more! They discussed me too, like I wasn't even there! They thought they'd like to keep me like this, for a long long time, and mulled over logistics, pros and cons. Finally decided to interrogate me later, about my circumstances, relatives, etc., and if it would work, they would give up their apartment, and move in here, so they could make me a permanent sex-slave! Now a year later, the menage a trois works very well, as long as I do exactly what I'm told, when I'm told. So I get a little free time, as now.