Part 10b - A Private Sleepover
I looked up at Isabel.
"Aren't you going to let me go?" I asked, dreading the answer.
Isabel giggled. "Of course not, silly! I'm keeping you captive overnight. It was my friend Mae's idea. She's done it loads of times before, and I wanted to try it with you!"
I groaned, but that was cut off my Isabel's socked foot clamping over my lips.
"Oh, don't moan, prisoner! It'll be fun! You're the first boy I will have invited to a sleepover!"
She hopped off the bed and stood over me.
"Now, I have to get changed. And I don't want you looking!"
So she peeled off her socks.
She placed one, "just for fun", as she put it, in my mouth to gag me.
The other was tied firmly around my eyes, blindfolding me.
Then I felt her now-bare foot rest itself firmly over my mouth, keeping the sock gag in.
When she didn't move, I realised with mixed horror and excitement that she would get changed right there, standing over me.
I was proved correct when a soft fabric fell onto my face.
That would be Isabel's skirt, I guessed.
I only realised what would come next seconds before it did.
Isabel raised her foot briefly to kick her skirt away.
Then the foot returned, and after a few moments I felt what could only have been her panties fall onto my face.
I stopped breathing at that point.
I knew I would lose it if I even tried to speak, so I didn't.
Isabel carried on, kicking her panties away.
Her foot didn't return this time, and I heard the shuffling that indicated she was putting on pyjama bottoms.
She had had her fun, clearly.
Then, the blindfold and gag were removed.
Isabel was smiling at me, dressed in a skimpy shirt and pyjama shorts that reached halfway down her bare thighs.
"Enjoy that?" she asked wickedly. "There'll be plenty more fun yet, don't you worry!"
But I did worry.
Because the smile on Isabel's face was terrifying.