bondage

  • Of Bondage

    A lot of people fee that bondage is a part of BDSM and that it involves pain and masochism.  It doesn’t have to be that way at all.  Bondage on its own can represent a fun way to enjoy a different sort of sexual experience.

    Some people enjoy the feeling of being in restraints, of having someone else in complete control, and the feeling of helplessness.  But what I enjoy most about it is the relief that the one who is tied up from trying to please the other.  Certainly most of the time, I fully enjoy mutually participative sex but I also enjoy teasing and being teased.

    When you have your partner tied up, their pleasure is at your mercy and you can touch them, tease them, work their bodies as you know they like.  But denial is a part of the excitement by delaying their complete satisfaction.  Extending the foreplay. Making a night of it.

    Of course, the tied up partner is often more sensitive than normal in this situation, because they cannot respond or initiate any activity, all they are left with is to feel your caresses.  Blindfolding them reduces even further the senses they can use and increases the anticipation.  This can be a good time to get out the vibrators, oils, silk, and other bedside playthings. 

    Bondage can be enjoyable from both sides (IMO).  Whether you are the one doing the teasing or enjoying the ministrations, I highly recommend you give it a try.  Trusting your partner is an important aspect of the enjoyment (unless you enjoy fear) and so it’s not a first date activity.

    If you or your partner have a fear of being tied up (from some childhood trauma) this can be done but getting your partner to agree to pretend to be tied up and agree to not respond or initiate contact with you.  Usually you will have to remind them once or twice during the teasing.

    So give it some thought.  Discuss it with your partner.  Give it a try.  Enjoy.

  • Kris

    Chapter 1, Brie

    She knows me well. She knows all my fantasies. And she enjoys playing to them. It’s as though she really believes I deserve to have a good time. (Funny, she doesn’t feel that way about herself.) But she loves to entertain me and excite me.

    She introduced me to her friend, Brie. Brie grew up in Europe and was only twenty two at the time. Brie seemed so worldly, yet was really so young and innocent. Not in her European ways but in her lack of sexual experience and the depth of her exploration. Willing to explore but still too honest with her boyfriend for her own good.

    Kris and I were in our late thirties. It happened in stages. Kris asked her if she knew how to give a good blowjob. Kris bragged to her about her technique. She tried to explain it to her but suggested that Brie watch how she did it until the protesting young lady finally agreed to watch. So Kris went down on me while another woman watched. It was thrilling. Kris did give great blowjobs using her hand in synchronization with her lips. Brie was entranced watching. Her eyes were riveted to the action at my crotch. I think she was afraid to make eye contact with me. Her legs were crossed and the top one rocked rhythmically. She squeezed them tightly when I exploded over Kris’s face. Kris’s eyes looked over at Brie and she smiled while the milky white stuff ran down her cheeks.

    The image of that encounter haunted me for the next few weeks until I saw the two of them again. I spent those weeks in a constant state of excitement fantasizing about what might happen the next time. Brie seemed to enjoy herself and I felt she might be up for more.

    The next time they were in a hurry. Actually, Kris was in a hurry and after an hour of beers and dirty talk, she had to go. It was a hot summer day and I had taken off my shirt when Kris offered to rub my sore neck. Brie was wearing a thin cotton dress with a blue and white pattern on it. I convinced Brie to stay and Kris gave me a wink as she left.

    I didn’t have any air conditioning. All the windows were open and the shades were. The house was removed from the road a bit and surrounded by trees so it usually stayed cool. But today there wasn’t much of a breeze and the air hung heavy.

    “Do you mind if I take off my pants?” I said. After some brief objections and counter objections she agreed and off they came. I was wearing a pair of black cotton briefs that were rather shear when viewed closely and that hugged tightly against the sack of my balls showing off my growing hardon.

    “Maybe I should leave”, she said. When I asked why, she responded by saying that she was getting excited.

    “What’s wrong with that,” I asked. And our by-play continued with her talking about her boyfriend and me telling her that I would not touch her but that there was nothing wrong with her getting excited just watching me. She agreed since she seemed to be getting more excited by the moment.

    I offered her a drink, stood up and walked to the kitchen, letting her view my tight buns. She was watching and I thought it’s great to find a woman that appreciates looking. It seems so many don’t. Or don’t admit to it. When I returned from the kitchen and handed her the drink, I remained standing in front of her. I engaged her in a conversation about whether these briefs flattered me. I asked her if she noticed that you could see right through the dark fabric.

    Soon I was trying on all my various styles of underwear for her. Leaving her in the living room while I would change into a variety of different pairs in the bedroom. Then prancing out for her. I had quite a few different styles and it became a private fashion show that made her nipples visible on the peeks of her freshly grown breasts. As she watched me rather eagerly with her eyes, she squirmed into different lounging positions on my couch. My now engorged cock fit differently into each set of underwear and some shorts it didn’t really fit in to at all. The stiff rod often had to be pushed to the side as it strained to straighten itself. She had made up her mind that it was OK for her to watch me and I could tell she was enjoying the show.

    “How do these look?” I would ask.

    “Tight!” she responded staring straight at my outlined package.

    “Do they flatter my ass?” I turned around and sometimes bent over.

    “The last ones were better.” Smiling at me.

    I put on some music and began dancing. I was flipping the tip of my cock in and out the top of my briefs in rhythm to the music. My hips rocking to the funky beat. I’d circle around and show off my baby tight buns. There was no pretense about what was going on now. We were both caught up in the sheer sexual excitement of the moment. Me, dancing sensually for her and her eagerly drinking in the entire view with her eyes.

    I disappeared into the bedroom as if to change. Instead I stripped completely and carried a full sized pillow in front of me. I danced holding the pillow against the front of my hips. Pressing my cock into it with the rhythm of the beat, I began to get very excited. Too excited. I paused and calmed down. I know my limits and I had to take a break.

    “Are you enjoying the show?” I sat down in the chair perpendicular to her with the pillow on my lap covering my stiff rod.

    “You dance beautifully. No really you have great rhythm and you move so sensually. It’s quite exciting to watch you.”

    “Would you like me to remove the pillow while I sit here for a while.”

    “OK. If you don’t mind, I mean.” She was so cute and naïve I thought. I removed the pillow and my cock was at full attention. I opened my legs to give her a good view.

    “Would you mind if I masturbated in front of you,” I asked. She didn’t reply and I began to slowly rub my cock. Her eyes were wide as though she had never watched a man do this before.

    “Maybe we should stop. I’m not sure my boyfriend would like this.”

    “It’s just watching. You’re not doing anything. It’s just like you were watching an R rated movie or peeking across an apartment courtyard and seeing something go on….And if you want I will lend you my vibrator so that you can go into the bathroom alone and comfort your itch. Watch me masturbate and then after go into the bathroom after or if she wanted she could use it while she watched me.”

    “Afterwards,” she said. She already knew that she would have to cum soon.

    I quit rubbing my cock and got up and danced to the music using the pillow. I was rubbing its cotton coolness up and down my cock to the beat of the music and letting the tip show itself above the edge of the pillow. I got into the sensuality of the music, the dance and sensations of the pillow’s softness against my stiff hard rod. It didn’t take too long before I was hip hugging the arm of the couch she sat on. With one leg on the couch and the other on the floor, I pushed my cock frantically through the pillow in plain view of her staring eyes only inches away. She watched in a trance as my cum spurt out from the pillow and shot across the room. Wow, she said and she clapped admiringly.

    Before she left, she went into the bathroom, having asked for my vibrator, and hummed away with the sound of running water in the background. I enjoyed listening outside the door to her muffled murmuring even though I was so recently spent. It didn’t take her long to orgasm and I crept away quietly from the door, returning to the living room, pretending not to have listened.

    Chapter 2, Kris Returns to Lead the Seduction

    It was weeks before I saw them again, but throughout that time, in hot phone calls with Kris, I informed her of all the details of that afternoon. On each call she begged me for more detail to where the story became a bit embellished as I told her about every movement of my hips and every squirt of my cum.

    When they did return, they looked beautiful. I was sure Kris made sure they were particularly looking sexy for me. She told me on the phone that she and Brie were going to tease me even more this next time. I knew she had some interest in Brie herself. She used to complement Brie on her large full firm breasts and today they were popping out cleavage in a low cut filmy flower dress she wore. Kris had on tight white shorts that pressed open the crease in her lips and a halter top that was loose fitting at her midriff. It looked like there was no bra underneath it.

    Today Kris had the whole afternoon open. After some lustful talk about the afternoon with Brie and I, she had me show her how I danced for Brie. She told me to dance in front of Brie again but soon I was dancing in front of both of them as they sat on the couch. I stripped off my clothes in rhythm to the music, using my hands to create long flowing strokes along my body, getting into the sexuality of the dance as my nakedness progressed. By the time I was just in my underwear, another pair of tight fitting briefs – this time flesh colored – the outline of my long cock was easily visible running from bottom to the very top with a slight rightward slant.

    Kris got up and joined me when her favorite dance song came on. I complained that she was fully clothed although I could see her obvious nipples through her halter top. When I touched her, she reminded me that she had promised Brie that they would just tease me. (This was so Brie could feel that she wasn’t cheating on her boyfriend!) Although what I did with myself was pretty much up to me, Kris said.

    Kris led us both to my large bedroom where Kris told me to lie on the floor. She stripped off her clothes while she straddled me. Her loose fitting top made it easy to see her breasts. Brie laid out on her stomach on my queen sized bed, her head perched at the foot while she watched. Kris continued to strip while she danced above my waist. She continued dancing for me in her black lacy panties. She squatted over my face and pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her fully shaved pussy. She let me touch her legs while she moved around, up and down over my face, twisting and turning her hips to the music.

    After a few songs, she asked me to dance again for the girls and moved to the bed. As Brie was righting herself, Kris suggested that she take off her dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled with a wink to Brie and a “now, behave yourself” to me. They both knew it would drive me crazy and they knew they could trust me to stay inbounds. When I became crazy, however, I could talk any woman into anything. Whether it is the wisdom of my logic, the masculinity of my stiff cock, or the childlike pleading in my voice that was so convincing. I’ve never known but I’ve always had a lot of success in crossing people’s boundaries.

    Brie took off her dress and revealed a flame red bra to match her French cut red panties. Both were rather sheer with some sort of lacy patterns in them.

    “You have gorgeous breasts, Brie,” Kris commented. “I wish mine were as large and firm. What do you think?” she asked me. She had wonderfully perky bulbous breasts. Soon they were engaged in a comparison discussion both agreeing to the obvious endowment that Brie had been blessed with. I agreed as well. Kris seemed to be genuine in her adoration and void of jealousy. Her hands moved under and held Brie’s breasts displaying them in their bra. She held them as only flesh can be held, feeling their weight as she gently bobbed them up and down.

    She reminded me I was supposed to be dancing for Brie and I gladly got up and still in my tight jockey style underwear, pranced in front of the two of them. I was enjoying looking at Brie’s graceful figure and I could see a dark patch in the crotch of her panties. As I danced Kris whispered things in Brie’s ear while her hands playfully touched her sides, her arms and ran across her hips. Kris was in position to make a move as Brie was warming up to my erotic movements. While I was playing my hands across my chest, and giving the two of them flashes of my ass and cock, Kris’s hands continued to roam over Brie. Brie appeared passive to Kris’s attention watching me. Not returning anything. But Kris became more persistent, cuddling closer to her their almost naked bodies touching and Kris’s hands caressing her as she whispered in her ear.

    Eventually Brie began to moan. Her eyes closed as I took a seat on the bed next to her legs. Kris gently took both her hands and rolled Brie onto her back. Somewhere as they cuddled she had unhooked Brie’s bra and she massaged her way around the edges of Brie’s breasts before she slipped it off as she moved her hands across her rock hard nipples. I was happy just to see Brie’s beautiful naked breasts as I watched Kris attend to them in a comforting way. Kris looked at me as she handled Brie’s breast.

    Brie had large brown areolas with tough little nubs that were hardened up around her fantastically protruding nipple. Soon my hands gently touched one of her legs and rubbed up and down along her calf. It was a test to see if she would resist but Brie seemed to be lost in the enjoyment of it all. Kris’s hands were all over her, and I gradually became more aggressive using tow hands and reaching farther up her legs. At times Kris and I worked in unison and at other times moving from different directions to the same place. With all of our hands roaming over her body, Brie never felt her panties coming off. Soon though she began to open her legs to let my hands move more generously over her legs. Eventually Kris’s hands moved through the light hair of in region of her pussy. Brie became startled when she realized she was completely naked and Kris decided a break was in order. We slowed our pace and in a few minutes stopped.

    We stopped to gather ourselves together but we knew with Brie’s passive consent and acceptance that we would likely have an opportunity to return to excite her body. Brie was unsure. We talked and in the calm of the moment convinced her that if she just passively received she would not be cheating on her boyfriend. Her body, I knew was aching for more and I had that logical charm on my side. Together with Kris we began to convince her to give up this boundary. As we talked we slowly began to renew our rubbing and Brie’s nods were replaced with silence and intermittent moans as we instructed her to just relax.

    This time she knew she was naked and had agreed to let us do whatever we wanted to her. With four hands rubbing her, it didn’t take long to get Brie’s engine running again. She lay on her back with her eyes closed, no longer in control of what was happening to her body. When Kris began to rub her fingers up and down along Brie’s slit, her body writhed in a lustful movement wanting Kris’s fingers to stay longer on her clit. I moved up along side her taking the opposite side from Kris. We both began to kiss her simultaneously. First, I whispered in her ear to just receive. I spoke about a Tantric experience. Then turning my lips next to her ear I gave her a hot breathy kiss. At the same time, Kris began to kiss her on her stomach. Then me around her neck and Kris on the wet hair surrounding her sweet slit.

    My hands were pushing her breasts together and pushing the flesh in various ways while my lips traced across her colorful hard button-like nipples. Kris worked between her legs with her hands and her tongue. She used her mouth slowly on and off her clit while her hands spread her open. I watched Kris while my lips sucked on first one tit then the other. I shifted my body a bit and found inadvertently I had moved my underwear covered member onto Brie’s open palm as her arm lay passively at her side. I changed my gaze so that I was looking into Brie’s face just as she began to explode into orgasm after immediate orgasm. She was shaking and I pressed my face to hers hugging her naked upper torso while Kris relentlessly kept pushing orgasms out of her.

    Brie was a screamer. She was loud, like wake-the-neighbors, loud. But of course there were no neighbors to hear her, so I told her to let it go and be as loud as she wanted. “Let go, give in, feel it all over,” I whispered in her ear while she seemed lost in a parallel universe somewhere. But she was hugging me back with her one free arm and beginning to sob. Then she opened her arm and fell back across the large bed, fully spent. She reminded me more of a man in the after moments of a complete sexual release. I removed my groin from Brie’s hand. Kris looked at me. Her smiling mouth was covered in Brie’s juices. Our play was done for today. And it made me feel very powerful and sexy to see what havoc Kris and I had wrought.

    Chapter 3, A Plan

    The next time we met, Kris had a plan. Brie in her naiveté had told her boyfriend about our last encounter. Geez. Just because I told her that receiving broke no rules, that didn’t mean her boyfriend would buy that argument. What makes sense in the heat of lust, doesn’t always seem logical to someone who wasn’t there. It made me wonder if she also told him how she had the greatest orgasm of her life under the skilled hands, lips, and tongues of Kris and I. The boyfriend didn’t seem as upset about Kris and he was about my presence and particularly my touching of her.

    So Kris had a plan. She needed a plan to get Brie to agree to come to my house again. She promised her boyfriend that she would not let the same thing happen again. So this time would have to be different rather than being a continuation of what happened the last time.

    My bedroom had a queen size mattress covered in a light summer covering. Next to the foot of the bed was a chair with a short straight back and low padded arms. The bed was an understated classic brass design with short columns and two low rails for a headboard. At the foot of the bed there were no rails – just the posts – and this made the chair easily visible from the bed.

    Kris had me strip to my shorts and then she tied me into the chair with cloth and Velcro restraints that she brought. She tied my wrists to the braces between the legs and my ankles were fastened to the front legs. She had also placed a restraint around my neck and tied it to the back of the chair. Not tightly. It was comfortable but it restricted my face from moving forward very far. Brie was stretched out on the bed with her feet toward me. I don’t think she could see my cock from there but I had a perfect angle up her legs to her white panties.

    Kris proceeded to strip off her top, revealing her rose colored nipples and her small but full melons. For some reason I love small breasts. She rolled the palm of one hand over both breasts while she stared seductively into my eyes. Her eyes told me she was already hot. She turned her back to me and slowly pulled off her shorts, having to refit her black lacy panties after she slid her shorts down her legs, giving me a clear shot at the beginning of everything as she bent over. She looked at Brie mischievously while she wiggled her ass in front of me. She was a perfect ass and I enjoyed it when she was standing as much as when she was bent over.

    She took advantage of the neck restraint to slide her flesh up and down an invisible wall less than an inch from my forward leaning face. Her nipples scraping my nose. The restraints allowed me very little movement. She rubbed her pussy and her tits against all my exposed areas. With her back to me, she rubbed the crack of her ass up and down along my lap and whatever it was that was growing in my lap. My shorts constrained my member from jumping up and poking her. In fact, they were really uncomfortably pinned in an unnatural direction adding stimulation to my frustration.

    She wriggled and rubbed and pressed herself against me. She seemed to be using me to provide excitement to her own special places. Rubbing her cunt along my thighs and my tethered arms; her breasts and nipples against my chest and the side of my face. She went into my top dresser draw and pulled out my scissors. Returning to the chair, she quickly and expertly cut my shorts along both sides and had them off of me in seconds. My cock was standing straight up in the air now, its flesh bulging and large veins seemly to push outside the main mast of maleness.

    Kris grabbed my cock and pointed it’s mushroom capped head toward Brie, who by now was leaning over the edge of the bed to better watch the action. Kris moved her torso in between my legs and squeezed my cock between her breasts. She tried to tit fuck me while I was sitting. I lifted my ass into the air as much as I could to roll them in that lovely space. When she thought I was getting too excited she stopped touching me and played with herself in front of me. I found it frustrating when she moved away but I calmed myself knowing this whole excitement would continue.

    She asked Brie to try to give me a tit fuck. “With all the extra flesh you have it should be easier,” Kris said, “but don’t let him cum.”

    Brie agreed to do it and she lifted her dress up over her head. Her magnificent young body naked accept for her white thong panties. She knelt in between my legs. It was the first time she touched me on her initiative except for when we said hello and goodbye and hugged. Her breasts felt wonderful. Young and perky and resilient. Her skin smooth; firm and soft at the same time. I could feel her hard nipples and they made contact along the skin of my abdomen and especially when I pitched my hips a lot and felt her nipples touch my balls. But after a couple of thrusts she backed away.

    “He looks too sensitive to touch,” Kris chirped in, “maybe we need to just put on a show for him for while. Come over here next to me on the bed, Young Thing. Let me teach you how to really tease a man.”

    They embraced in the middle of the bed, both on their knees, face to face, ear to ear while Kris whispered in Brie’s ear. They were both in just their panties. Soon they turned toward me and as they did Kris got behind Brie. Hands appeared from behind her and started to move up and down her sides. Brie wiggled with the music and the tender hands moved across her stomach and up together to cup her nude breasts. The hands gently massaged each breast. Kris’s hands continued to graze Brie’s nipples until they looked like olive pits. Hard and tight.

    Soon she began to sensually remove Brie’s white thong. Teasing me as she pulled them down below her hair line to her knees while putting her own hand in front of Brie’s pussy and keeping it there hiding it from my view temporarily. Brie had her eyes closed as Kris’s hands explored her body. Kris massaged her pussy, her fingers trailing through her fine hair, her palm pressing her mound, while I watched. Occasionally Brie would open her eyes to see me staring at her body with a hardon that I couldn’t hide. She was definitely getting wet and so was Kris who leered at me from behind Brie and was enjoying every minute of her teasing.

    Kris turned Brie sideways laying her down on the bed, flat on her back and pulled her panties off completely. She began kissing her shoulder then down to her breasts and lower still. She nuzzled her head in between Brie’s legs. At first Brie weakly resisted but she quickly yielded to the soft folds of Kris’s hair as she gently swayed it over the tops of her legs. I could tell that Brie loved the touch of Kris’s tongue in between her legs. Soon she had her legs spread wide open as Kris hungrily lapped at her. I watched as she used long wide-tongue laps to run up and down the lips of her pussy. She then began kissing all different parts of her pussy lips and in along her slit.

    Brie was moaning, tossing her head from side to side, she seemed totally unaware that I was there. Kris’s head moved slower and as she began to focus on one area, Brie’s legs began to tighten against the sides of her head, blocking my view. She had her knees up, her hands in Kris’ hair and her head tilted back when her orgasm started. Kris continued to lick and kiss and such, spurred on by Brie’s positive reactions. Brie orgasmed for a long time and eventually her legs relaxed and as they did, I saw Kris give me the happiest smile looking right into my eyes.

    As Brie lay spent and exhausted, I realized that Kris enjoyed her experience with Brie at least as much as she seemed to enjoy her time with me. I was feeling a little overlooked when, Kris got off the bed, gave me one of her sex stirring looks. She came directly over to the chair, spread her legs, pulled her black panties to one side and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock slowly. Placing her arms on the back of the chair, she stroked up and down a few times slowly. I was embarrassed by how quickly I came. It took less than a few minutes of stoking before my cock spurted its sticky juice inside her slippery tunnel. Kris, while aware of my coming cock, seemed lost in her own special place as she willed herself to come with me. She kissed me when she was done. Brie was lazily watching from the bed and I wanted to kiss her too.

  • The Spanking

    He pulled her over his lap, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down exposing her round, soft, milky white mounds to his eyes for the first time.  He rested his hand on her cheek.  She felt the sexual tension.

    “You were wrong weren’t you?”  He lifted his hand and slapped her bottom.  It shocked her and the sound was louder than the actual pain.

    “Yes.”  His hand rested on her bottom while they talked but she knew he wasn’t going to stop at just one.

    “Say ‘Yes, daddy.”  And he slapped her flesh once again, lifting his had slightly after the blow and then resting it again. Then the resting hand moved slowly in a circle moving across the very bottom of her cheeks.

    “Yes, daddy, I was wrong.”

    “Are you sorry, child?” Again his hand rose up and slapped her.  It almost seemed softer this time.  Was she getting used to it or was he being gentler?  His small circular massage definitely was gentler and she could feel her flesh was much tenderer. 

    “Yes, daddy, I am very sorry.”

    His next slap was lower than the others and enlarged the sensitive part of her rump.

    “Do you love your daddy and want to make him proud of you?” He spoke slowly massaging her while he did.  “You want to become a good girl, don’t you?”

    Another slap. Her bottom was completely pink and feeling quite tender now.

    “Yes, daddy, I love you and want to make you happy.”

    He massaged her so softly, almost petting her like a kitten.

    “You know it hurts daddy to hurt you.  You know I only do this because I love you.  You know I just want my baby to grow up and be a fine young woman.”

    He continued on this way, slapping, speaking, massaging her at a slow pace for maybe 15 minutes.

     

    His massaging.  The sound of his deep voice.  Every sense in her bottom raw, open and exposed.  She was getting so hot she was dripping moisture.  She wriggled a bit on his lap and could feel that his manhood had come awake.  A manhood that right now she desired.  She wanted to take it in her mouth, to worship it, to have it and touch it and kiss it.

     

    Another slap.  A quick sharp pain.  She was definitely getting sore now.  It was like eating hot food that didn’t seem too hot when you started but after a while it just began to burn more and more.  Her flesh burned now and he was massaging it so gently and so slowly, she could feel every single nerve in her rounded mounds.

     

    He became silent for awhile, while he rubbed her like one would rub a genie’s lamp.  Circular slow movements combined with downward strokes. Slow and gentle.  She could feel the air blowing across her hot bottom reminding her that she was exposed.

    “Before we put your panties on, I want to rub some oil into the sore areas.  I’m sorry for having hurt you, my baby.”  His eyes were filled with tears as he said this.  He had a bottle of baby oil handy and rather quickly used it to oil her skin.  He rubbed a small amount around her entire derriere including quickly running his oil covered finger tips into and through the crack between her cheeks.  Inside she jumped and outside she wriggled when he touched this previously untouched area.

     

    He quickly finished the oil treatment and pulled her panties back up over her red cheeks, announcing they were done.  She did not want this to end.  She paused for a moment and while still lying across his lap, she looked up and putting on her best pleading face she said, “Won’t daddy kiss me where it hurts and make it feel all better?”

     

    Chapter 2

     

    She lay across his lap waiting for him to answer her.  Waiting for him to make the next move.  She rotated her tender pink cheeks around on his crotch hoping to snag that long pole of his in her flesh somehow.  She felt as though she was much more excited than he was at this moment and she wanted to change that.  She was hot and horny and wanted him in the same state.

     

    She slid down across his lap rubbing her breasts in his crotch as she went slowly.  He remained silent. Sliding farther she pressed her mouth against his bulge and used her hands to try to mold his bulge inside his cotton slacks.

     

    “OK bitch if that is the way you want it, get on the bed.  NOW!”  His yelling breaking her dream state.  “Take off your top get on your back and spread yourself.”  His sternness left no doubt about his seriousness and she was a little afraid of his intentions.  Did he intend to punish her more and she felt a deep wetness between her legs as she did what she was told while thinking about his recent loving spanking.

     

    She laid spread eagle on the bed, nude above the waist with her young perky breasts holding their own against the gravity of the situation.  While her breasts were not large by anyone standards, they seemed to complement her lithe nimble body well.  Her nipples were hard and their size was emphasized as they jutted out on top of her firm fleshy orbs.

     

    He reached under the bed where he had apparently already had tied cloth restraints into the legs and tied one around each of her wrists.  In her sexiest voice, she asked him what he was going to do to her but he didn’t respond to her.  He knelt in between her legs and put his hands around her waist.  He gently and slowly removed her skirt, pulling her legs together as he removed it from her body.  She was left in just her soft cotton bikini panties.

     

    He lifted one leg above her, reached over the headboard and produced another cloth strap.  This one he tied just behind her knee, pulling it tight before he knotted it, so that her leg was well above her head.  He then did the other leg.  She felt rather embarrassed in this pose – her two legs pulled toward her face and her arms stretched out to the sides.  She felt embarrassed yet vulnerable in a sexual way.  She thought he could probably see a wet spot on her panties.  She was also very aware of her limited ability to move and yet she was amazed at how comfortably the cloth straps supported the weight of her legs and let her relax. 

     

    He put his hands on her panties and rubbed her up and down the white strip between her legs.  After a few minutes of this she could feel her own moistness as the cotton absorbed and spread it.  He pulled the strip aside and leaned forward placing his mouth over her wispy trimmed pubic hair.  His tongue skillfully found its way between her hairs and opened her lips lubricating the area at the same time.  His tongue worked the length of her slit at first only barely passing over her clit.  On each succeeding stroke his tongue pressed a little heavier against her clit.  His tongue was also rubbing firmly against the opening to her tunnel, which was awakening all of its external sensitive dots to his erotic snake.

     

    She was thoroughly enjoying the switch back between her pussy opening and her clit when he sudden stopped.  “You have agreed to let me be in complete command, haven’t you?”  “Yes, daddy.”  He licked her again from bottom to top (or hole to tip).  “You will do whatever I want?”  “Yes, daddy.”  Again he licked her slower this time and more firmly.  She moaned.  “You should know that I intend to tease you and leave your needs hanging.”  “Yes, daddy.”  Another long slow tantalizing lick.  She wriggled and realized, she didn’t have much range of movement.  “I intend to embarrass you in public to prove how completely you will obey me.”  She hesitated before, “yes, daddy,” wondering what he meant.  He pushed his face into her pussy and with an open lipped, very wet mouth he kissed and sucked on her clit.  She thought she could feel it grow just like she had seen his grow many times.  It felt long and hard and exposed when his lips traveled down it pulling her hood down and sucking at the entire shaft.

     

    He only sucked her for a minute or two but when he stopped her clit continued to throb with good feelings.  She watched him while he got off the bed, brought the laptop over to the dresser, turning it on.  She noticed that there was a camera attached at the top of the screen.  He stood in front of the computer, typing commands and getting it set up.  He then stepped aside and she watched as his hand adjusted the camera angle.  The dresser was at the foot of the bed against the far wall so that the camera was focused on her with her legs high in the air.  She asked him what was going on.

     

    “It’s Marie’s support group.  They have the password to this chat room where they can view the camera.”  Marie was their sex therapist.  They both have been attending sessions with her for a few months, including group sessions.  They decided to take advantage of Marie’s skill after they met her on a vacation in the Caribbean.  After a number of sessions they decided that John needed to take more control of his sexual relationship with his wife, Tracy.  Tracy as much as John needed this kind of spark.  Tracy was embarrassed at first to discuss their sexual activity in front of others but she eventually got over it.  But now she wasn’t sure if she was ready to perform in front of everyone. 

     

    So here they were, Tracy lying bound and trussed.  She felt out of control which she liked but she was not sure she was ready to show the world her subservience.  “How many people are watching?” she asked.  He ignored her question as he had all her other queries.  He reached in a drawer on the side table of the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors – something that was not normally kept there.  He slipped the scissors, blades closed, under her panties.  She felt the cold hard steel slide across her light bushy mound.  He left them there while he took the remote control for the camera and zoomed in.  “Let’s give everyone a good close up,” John said.

     

    Tracy thought about using the safe word but decided not to be too quick, although things were going in a direction that she quite frankly did not get excited about.  Her fears and embarrassment seemed to be cooling off her desire at the moment.  Once John had the camera adjusted, he regained control of the scissors and with two quick cuts removed her panties completed.  The phone rang.  John left her lying exposed and put the headset on to answer the phone.  The headset allowed him to talk hands free and they both frequently used it.

     

    “I am on the phone with Mickey and he will be passing on requests that are coming from the chat room.”  A bit of small talk and John returned to the bed with the headset still on.  He straddled Tracy’s head with his own between her legs.  He took some oil out of the draw and put it on her pussy.  “Like that?” he said into the headset.  He rubbed the oil all over her pussy slicking her hair in the process.  OK, Tracy thought, maybe I will just enjoy the feeling.  He smoothed her hair with downward motions with his fingertips moving along the side of her clit.  Yum, she thought.  He then used all of his fingers to open her lips.  She could feel him pulling her lips wide open, creating tension in the area.  “How’s that?”  Tracy blushed thinking someone was asking him to do this to her and watching.

     

    Keeping the lips pulled open he also pulled them up, lifting her whole pussy and creating tension around her clit.  “Better?”  He continued to pull her in that way for a moment, then moved her lips slowly down and closed, then up and open again.  After a few of these she was moaning.  Pulling open and pausing he dipped his head in between her legs and licked with a long tongue so that the viewers could see it touch her.  “OK,” he said again. 

     

    He let go of her lips, pressed the button on the remote control and then got up from his straddling position.  Tracy felt a sense of relief as his weight lifted off of her chest, although she had been unaware of any discomfort until then.  She noticed that her legs were beginning to feel uncomfortable.  Just as she did this, John lifted her bottom and placed a pillow under it or maybe two, she couldn’t tell.  But it was enough to change the position of her legs a bit.  Suddenly he spanked her bottom.  A couple of times.  It stung.  “Red enough?” As he gave her one more right across the very bottom of her cheeks.

     

    The quick unexpected spanking reigned in Tracy’s desire again.  It brought her back to reality.  While John was showing the variety of their vibrators to the camera, she thought, this is fucked up.  There is no continuity to the requests.  No sense of rhythm.  John placed his finger on her little brown hole which she realized was open to view.   He took off the headset for a moment while he leaned forward and kissed her ass.  He kissed her on her cheek and along her crack which she realized was opened as she lay there.  He then took an anal vibrator that she liked.  It was thin, about the diameter of a dime, rather rigid and long.  It did have one bendable area 9 inches down its full 12 inch length.  He placed the very end of it at the entrance to her ass and moved it slowly in a short distance and out again.  In and out just small amounts mostly exciting the exterior rim of her hole.  He then turned it on which startled her since it had only one speed.  It was like going from a standing start to 60 miles an hour, but soon she got used the vibrations and enjoyed it as he slowly pushed it in deeper.  As he went deeper the vibrations seemed to spread through her entire rear end and forward to her pussy.

     

    John was sitting beside her allowing full view to the camera of what was going on.  “Glad you liked that,” he said to someone in the headset.  “Tell everyone that she likes it too, don’t you honey?”  “Yes daddy.”  He propped the vibrator into a position by bending it so it was forced against the bed.  In this position it penetrated her about 6 inches into her rear hole.  John then took another vibrator.  A much bigger one that was in the shape of a man’s penis.  It had pronounced veins and ridges on it and was quite thick.  As if to emphasize its size it was a dark black color.  This vibrator had three speeds and he turned it to its lowest speed.  He rimmed it around her pussy lips and slightly over her clit or maybe right next to it – Tracy wasn’t sure.  He continued to make small comments into the headset like, “Here? OK. Like that?” while he played with her genitals.

     

    Tracy felt her entire consciousness beginning to melt into her gentiles along with the vibrations she felt there.  She could sense an orgasm coming on and was just letting it wash over her in an unconscious way.  Suddenly she realized that John was talking to her and not her audience.  “This is just a preliminary to having you be the center of a group fuck,” he said.  “That will be OK with you, if I want it, won’t it, my child?” he said as he slid the black vibrating dildo in between the lips of her pussy.  “Yes, daddy.”  Actually the idea had always been a fantasy of hers and as he pushed the dildo inside of her (“It will feel like this when two of us double stuff you!”) her orgasmic clenches grabbed it strongly.  Her juices flowed and she screamed a semi muffled scream.  “Scream into my microphone so they can all hear you.”  He put his face near hers.  She did scream again, freer this time, having a flash of each of her audience’s faces watching her. 

     

    “I think she needs a rest for now, so I am going to hang up.  But I will leave the camera on if anyone wants to wait this out.  There will be more of my new slave in a little while.  Don’t forget to write us your comments.”  John undid Tracy’s leg and arm restraints and told her she had 10 minutes before it would be her turn to perform for him.

  • The Job

    So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

     

    I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

     

    So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

     

    “Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

     

    “But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

     

    “Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

     

    Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

     

    I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

     

    “So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

     

    She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

     

    That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

     

    The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

     

    Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

     

    That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

     

    I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

     

    Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

     

    She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

     

    “If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

     

    That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

     

    My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

     

    First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

     

    Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

  • LIZ, Part 2

    That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

     

    But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

     

    He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

     

    They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

     

    He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

     

    He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

     

    It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

     

    She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

     

    He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

     

    When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

     

    But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

     

    He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

     

    He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

     

    He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

     

    His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

     

    It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

     

    Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

     

    He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

     

    His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

     

    He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

     

    When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

     

    As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

     

    A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

     

    It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

     

    Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.