0 comments/ 75184 views/ 20 favorites The Bondage Bench By: Cockatoo Tina is a friend. "Just" a friend, but a close one. We've known each other almost ten years, since we met in college. We were both involved with other people at the time, though, so us getting together wasn't even a consideration. I even married the girl, but divorced her a few years later. Tina's boyfriend was ancient history a long time ago, but she's never given up on his type- dark, swarthy, a little dangerous-looking, and almost certain to dish out some serious emotional or even physical abuse. In other words, she's into guys who are (a) not good for her, and (b) not like me. I'm a chronic "nice guy." Even though I flirt a lot, I'm considered harmless by pretty much everybody. That hasn't stopped me from wanting her, though. My attraction to her has always been almost… well, supernatural. It's not that she looks like a model or anything, she's just very pretty in an ordinary way. Especially to me. I've had to stop myself from staring at her all slack-jawed countless times. My eyes just point themselves at her like magnets point north. Even when I was married, Tina never left my fantasies. I never cheated, I was never even really tempted to cheat, but I never forgot about Tina, either. I saw her all the time, too- after college, we moved to the same town, since we'd had the same major and took similar jobs. She's been one of my best friends for a very long time now, and she was an absolute angel during the divorce. I don't know how I'd have survived it at all if I hadn't had her shoulder to cry on from time to time. Sure, I'd wanted more. She was getting too old for this bad-boy bullshit of hers, anyway- I secretly thought she used it as a way to avoid a real commitment, as she'd never married. But all my awkward come-ons somehow got turned into jokes on their way out of my mouth, so nothing happened between us. You'd think that if anything was ever going to happen, it would have been a long time ago. Actually, something did happen about two or three years back, at a party. We were both drunk- hell, everybody there was drunk- and we were playing silly games and taking stupid dares. You know, if you broke the pattern in the clapping game, you had to moon the room, or if you dropped the card when it got to you on that round of suck-and-blow, you had to kiss somebody's toes. That kind of shit. I don't remember why (my memories of the whole night are pretty fuzzy), but I ended up in the closet with Tina. I held her in my arms and I was kissing her, while being cheered on by well-wishers on the other side of the closet door. She was very polite about it, even obliging, but she was giggling and shaking and not at all serious. To me, it was a dream come true, but to her, it was silly. Kissing, when it's done right, is real communication, and the message she was sending me was: "Oh, Gary, you're a very dear friend indeed, but this is kinda ridiculous. You've had your fun now, and any more of this is really gonna start making me uncomfortable, so lay off, ok?" So, I laid off, and that was that. I switched to whiskey for the rest of the night in a futile attempt to drown my hurt feelings. But that's all in the past. I still flirt with Tina, and she even flirts back a little, and it's all very friendly and not at all serious, just a part of how we get along. So, when she was at my house the other day to get some boxes to pack up presents she was sending home, I didn't expect any of what happened. It just started, and I didn't stop it, and I'm not sorry. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. We were up in the attic of my house, digging around a few dusty piles of some old stuff, looking for boxes that would fit. And the she found something that I'd forgotten was there. Honest. "Hey, what's this thing?" Unfortunately, it was exactly what it looked like- an old weightlifting bench I'd bought at a yard sale and "modified" with some materials conveniently available at the local Home Depot. Bolted to the weightlifting posts, there was an two-by-six board cut horizontally, hinged, and carved into the shape of "stocks" like you'd see in the town square in colonial villages. I'd also attached four thick loops of nylon webbing to the legs at the other end, to hold the subject's knees and feet in place. In short, it was a really, really, really incriminating piece of homemade bondage equipment. My first reaction was to blush and try to get her to forget about it- but my brain instantly vetoed that idea by (quite correctly) pointing out that it wouldn't work. I'd get no end of playful kidding about it. All our friends would know about it in very short order, too: "Guess what? Gary's a pervert! You should see the thing I found in his attic! I'm just glad I didn't go into his basement… or should I say, his DUNGEON!" My second instinct got approval from the brain- just be honest, and not be embarrassed about it. When you're ticklish, making a big deal of it will get you tormented. So, when you have a bondage fetish, even a small one like mine, just be casual about it. And after all, it's not like I had this thing on display in the living room. Maybe I could even wrangle out of this situation with HER as the one who'd be embarrassed. "Oh, that's the 'bondage bench.' I forgot about that thing." "The BONDAGE BENCH! I don't be-LEIVE it!" She was grinning all over the place, determined to try to make me blush and stammer. "Sure. Things weren't always bad between me and Julie, y'know. This was just something I threw together to spice it up once-upon-a-time." The whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It's always been a little bit of a turn-on for me to tie a girl up, but I hadn't made a serious habit of it. I asked Julie about it, and she agreed to try it with me. It didn't do anything for her, so the device ended up in the attic after only a couple of sessions. "Threw it together, my ass, look at this thing, it's absolutely medieval! Your dark obsessions are finally revealed to the world! How much time did you spend on this? The craftsmanship is exquisite! I can see the influence of the late fifteenth-century or early sixteenth-century Bavarian torture-chamber quite clearly!" "Ha ha. I spent just a few hours on it. The hardest part was fixing the padding around the neck and wrist holes, and even that didn't take too long. C'mon, don't try to tell me you've never experimented with getting tied up before? With some of your old boyfriends, I wouldn't be surprised if they'd chained you naked to the hoods of their cars and driven you around the woods like some deer they'd just shot." "Oooooh, such a vivid imagination! That must come in handy when you're role-playing out all your S&M fantasies!" "Then they park in the junkyard, start a fire in an oil barrel and all his friends throw crushed beer cans at you while they smoke crack and take potshots at rats." "Oh, MASTER GARY," she said, determined not to be outdone, "I beg you to punish me! Strap me down in your bondage-bench and spank me while I squirm helplessly!" She was mocking me, but it turned me on anyway. To make her point even more dramatic, she lay face up on the bench and rested her head and her wrists into the semicircular holes in the base of the stocks. Then she continued in her best Perils-Of-Pauline voice, "You have me at your mercy, Master! Please, please, please, lavish your perverted favors upon this unworthy servant-slut-girl!" Some dark voice at the base of my skull said: "All you have to do is close the stocks and throw the bolt, and show her you mean business." My arm resisted my better judgement and firmly closed the top half of the stocks even before I knew what I was doing. Tina giggled in delight at the "joke," and continued unabated. "Oh YES, Master! Secure me firmly lest I escape! You wouldn't want me to get AWAY before you teach me a lesson, would you?" "Nope," I said simply, as I threw the bolt in place, securing the top of the stocks down so that she couldn't get up now if she wanted to. It was a big, heavy bolt, designed for a barn door or a heavy fence. A simple deadbolt would have sufficed, but I liked the dramatic effect and feel of the big heavy one. And it had a bonus- a loop in the hasp where you could secure it shut with a padlock, like the one I had hanging there for that very purpose! That could wait, though. First, I'd see how far she was willing to go along with it as if it was all in fun. I moved down to the knee straps. From down there, she wouldn't be able to see that I had a painfully huge erection at this point, jutting out like a hammer handle between my pockets. "Oh, that's right, strap me down! You want you victims positioned correctly for your fiendish deeds, don't you, Master?" "Yup." Her bluejeaned knees were now strapped apart, on either side of the padded backboard. Her ankles were crossed under the bench, buckled down in the straps and pulled taught. If she'd been naked, this would have spread her pussy lips open juuuuuust a littttttle bit… like it did when I'd strapped Julie into this thing. On an impulse, I discreetly sniffed the air just above Tina's waist, and it was either my imagination, or her sweat (it was a stuffy attic, after all), or I smelled a trace of her juicy excitement. "Hee Hee. Wow, this thing really works, Gary. I can't move." She really started to struggle now, the bench hopped up and down about an eighth of an inch, making ineffective little thumps as she exerted herself. "You've been doing your sit-ups, I see. That's a fairly heavy bit of equipment, and you don't have any real leverage in that position," I said. I fitted the padlock into the hasp of the heavy bolt and snapped it shut. Then I walked around her in a circle to inspect my handiwork, taking care to try and keep the-boner-that-ate-Toledo out of her view. "You DO have a key to that lock, don't you?" There was a touch of genuine concern in her voice. "I'm pretty sure I've got it somewhere, yeah." The key was on a hook screwed into the bottom of the bench- I'd checked to make sure it was still there before I locked it. But, Tina had no way of knowing that, did she? "Not funny." She squirmed and thumped some more. "Okay, you can let me out now." "And why should I do that? I haven't even had the chance to impose my perverted will upon the helpless wench yet, have I?" "Ha ha ha. I guess I asked for that. You win. Let me up now, please." All business. Maybe a little worried. "When's the last time you think I had sex, Tina? When's the last time I had a girlfriend?" "Gary. Stop it now." I walked around to the head of the bench, and not co-incidentally, the head of Tina. I looked down at her from above, and our heads were upside-down from each other's perspective. I remembered that I'd fed my cock into Julie's mouth in this position. It was good for a kink, but not a good blowjob. She couldn't move her head all that much- all I could do was kinda fuck away at her face. Even then, her tongue was in the wrong place- on top, not licking the sensitive part on the underside of my cock. When we'd turned her over, she had to crane her neck back too far, and she's said it hurt. So oral sex didn't end up working out too well with this thing. But, I digress. "I think the least you could do for me is answer a few questions while I've got you like this." "Okay, okay. Uhh… didn't somebody set you up with a girl from an insurance office or something, what was that, a month ago?" "That was about six weeks ago, and it was one lunch date. Not a relationship. Not sex." "Well, you had a girlfriend for a while, didn't you? What was her name? Barbie?" "Barbara. Yes, we went out for almost two months. And that was what, a year and a half ago? I haven't really kept up with her since she moved to Albuquerque. I've had sex with three women, ever. Just three, that's my whole career. Debra, Julie, and Barbara. And it's been a long, long, time, Tina." "I'm sorry." "Guys like me aren't Casanovas. We're harmless, like 'big brothers' or the non-threatening gay friends women tend to have. We don't tend to get laid a whole lot. I have needs, Tina, just like anybody else." "I know. I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to make fun of you like that, I know. Gary? I care about you a lot, you know that, don't you?" "I know. I care a lot about you, too, you know that?" "Yes." "I love you, Tina." "I love you, too, but it's not like that." "It is like that. For me, it's like that, and it's always been like that, and we both know it, don't we?" The look on her face was hard to read, but I'd touched on something. She knew. She had to know, god knows I'd been obvious about my end of it. "I've wanted you for years and years, and it's not just simple lust. We've been great friends, we've been very close, and that's something real." "Yes. I know. It's real, and we sure as hell do NOT want to mess it up." "My life's a mess already. And all those boyfriends of yours over the years have always been less than perfect examples of what healthy adult relationships should be. Don't try to deny it, because I was always one of the first people you'd come running to when they dumped you, or worse. Remember that guy who stole your car?" "Gary, please… let me out? Please?" "They all had one thing in common, though. They were never afraid to take charge. They were never intimidated. They never felt like they had to play nice, follow the rules, and get along. That's attractive to you, isn't it? You like it when a big strong man takes charge of you, don't you?" "Gary…" "I think you'd like it if I took charge of you right now. Oh, sure, you'll protest and be deadly serious and you'll even really mean it, no kidding, that I have to let you up, right now, without molesting you at all. But if I did that, you'd also be disappointed in me, wouldn't you? I'd just be harmless Gary, the guy you can always count on for warm friendship and praise to boost your self-esteem when you need it, but who doesn't have the balls to take you the way you need to be taken." "You're scaring me, Gary. You're talking crazy. You're talking about rape." "No, I am not. I will not rape you. I would never, ever do that to you. You trust me, don't you?" "Of course I trust you. Now please let me up." "I'm not talking crazy. I'm talking about what you want. I'm talking about what you need a man to be if you're going to look at him like he's a man. And I'm talking about you getting turned on, maybe if only a little, by being tied up and locked down like this and not being one-hundred percent sure of what I'm going to do next." "Of course I know what you're going to do next. You're going to unlock this thing and let me go. Now." It was the finality in her voice, the dead certainty of "harmless Gary" in her mind, that did it. "No way, lady," said the thing in the back of my head, "You're going to find more surprises in this attic than just the bench." I bent down, took the sided of her head in my two hands, and I kissed her. She let out a surprised "Mmmmmmph," but I didn't let go, even though I was surprising myself as much as I was surprising her. She didn't exactly kiss back. Not really. I think she was holding back to see if I'd chicken out. The angle of our heads was a little weird, but she got the message I was sending: "I'm crossing that line you've drawn. I've waited a long time for this, and I just don't care anymore. I'm not going to waste even one more minute worrying about being awkward or embarrassing myself. I love you, I love you, I want you, and I'm not going to be your 'brother' anymore." I decided to up the stakes. I broke the kiss and started to walk away. "I'm going downstairs, and I'm going out," I said. "Don't worry, I'll be back in about twenty minutes. I have to go get some things from the store." "What?!? You're not going to leave me like this. What the hell do you need to get from the store?" "Condoms." There was dead quiet for a minute. The glove had been thrown down. I started down the stairs. "You don't have to go to the store. WAIT! PLEASE!" "I need to get some condoms. I'm not going to do anything without them." As far as I was concerned, even the slightest hesitation would cost me. I was going, period. Besides, the time she spent tied up would affect her- I didn't know how, maybe it would weaken her resolve and make her compliant, but maybe it would just piss her off. She'd have time to think about it. Either way, I was in control and she wouldn't look at me the same way again. Whether or not I'd actually go through with it when I got back was something I couldn't think about too hard at the moment. I'd deal with that when I came to it. I started back down the stairs again. "NO! Gary, honey… I have some in my purse." I froze. Was this a sign of encouragement? Was this acceptance? Did she come here with condoms in her purse thinking that she might have sex with me? "You have some in your purse?" She was quiet for a short time. "Yes," she croaked, her voice was deep and husky- she was either on the verge of tears or she was hornier than I'd ever seen her, maybe both. "I keep some in my purse, all the time. It's downstairs, on the table by your door. They're in a blue plastic box. Just don't leave me alone here, okay?" "Okay." I went downstairs, grabbed her purse, and came directly back. I didn't walk, I didn't run, I just did it, and I couldn't believe what was happening. When I saw Tina locked down on the bench again, then I believed it. She looked at me and didn't say anything as I rooted around looking for the blue condom box. I found it in short order and inspected the contents. Three "Lifestyles" condoms, lubricated with nonoxynol-9. Almost a year left until their expiration date. It struck me as funny that I should be embarrassed that I'd bolted some wood and nylon to a weightlifting bench, yet there was a factory somewhere full of huge machines that did nothing but make these rubber things to stretch over your dick when you fuck somebody. Wouldn't you get embarrassed building one of those machines? "Is three enough for you?" She asked. Very matter of fact about it, too. Her face was red. I didn't know if it was from lying down, or being aroused, or being in shock. "It's a start." I'd never been through more than two in my life. "But if I'm going to keep you as my personal sex slave… I'll need a truckload of these suckers." "I'm not telling jokes anymore, Gary." "Okay. Sorry." That's what I said out loud, but I was really screaming something more like "Damn you, Gary! Don't cave in like that!" at myself. I walked over to her on the bench and kissed her again, just like before. This time, much to my surprise, she kissed back. We sat like that for awhile, kissing, me crouched at the head of the bench, cradling her head in my hands, she lying there strapped down and vulnerable, but utterly relaxed. Our mouths were forming silent words against each other, our tongues brushing up against each other in intimate conversation, leaning lazily against each other's teeth, like elbows on the table when you're on a date. The breath from her nose whiffed gently against my cheek, and I let my fingers drift along to feel the pulse in her neck. The kiss ended as kisses do, our heads falling away like fruit falls from the tree when it's nice and ripe. "Damn," she said, "You're really gonna do this, aren't you?" "Yeah." "Okay." That was all the encouragement I needed- I kissed her again, then turned my face into her open hand and kissed her palm. She let out a little 'oooo' as I used my tongue to trace the likes in her hand which fortune-tellers read. Her fingers cupped my chin and stroked at my light half-a-day stubble as I worked on her soft hand, framed as it was in an unforgiving circle of locked wood. I turned back to her head, almost regretting her imprisonment in the stocks since they limited my access to her neck. I gave a quick nibble to what I could reach of it ('uuuuuh'), and nipped at her earlobe once (aa!) for good measure. The Bondage Bench "Go on, honey. Don't tease me like this," she gasped. "Mmmmh. Last time I checked, you weren't the one in charge here." "Ooh." "And if I want to spend the rest of the day just licking and kissing every last quarter-inch of your skin, that's exactly what I'll do. Got it?" "Uh-huh." She was almost out of breath as she said this, and she was shivering. I hadn't undressed her yet, and it was pretty warm up there in the attic. She was just so turned on, her flesh was jerking all over from dozens of random nerves firing every which way. It reminded me of the way she trembled in my arms that time in the closet. I moved around to the other side of the board and spread my fingertips along the length of her restrained forearm, wrist to elbow. He blouse was a fairly simple cotton sleeveless thing, scooped low in front and closed with ten buttons. It left all of her arms, including her shoulders and armpits, bare to my touch. I stroked the loose pad of her elbow and rounded the curve up the inside of her triceps, she heaved up off the bench as I leaned down to drink in the smell of her sweat. "ah, jeezus, whattr' ya doin?" "I'm learning the scent of my lover, that's what I'm doing." Another minor fetish. A woman's armpit, freshly shaved, is soft, warm, and very sensitive. And it's the very best place to sample her true personal aroma, unmixed with perfumes or the surrounding air. Tina smelled vaguely sweet, with an accent of tangy sharpness. I could hardly wait to taste her pussy if this was the way her skin smelled! Oh, but I could wait. I could take my sweet time about everything. I let my tongue tickle at the center of her soft armpit folds, anticipating the soft folds of her sweet puss… when I was interrupted by her violent thrashing and laughter that sounded more like a poorly restrained coughing fit. "Fuk! Buh-gahhhh! Nnn, Nnnn, Nooooo- Hoo-Ho! Goddamn it, Gary, if you're gonna fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me now! Just don't fuckin' tickle me- hee- hee…!" She was almost sobbing. "Shhhhh. I want to make you feel good, that's all. I'm not going to tickle you anymore. But I intend to savor you, Tina. I'm gonna eat up every last scrap of you!" "You don't understand how sensitive I am, Gary, honey, it feels like my skin is on fire! Jesus, just get your nose out of my armpit and get your dick in me, please? I replied by swinging my leg over the bench, straddling her. I reached for the neckline of her top and fumbled with her buttons. Steady, boy. I got my fingers back under control and did one button at a time, she was lifting her chest up into me as I stripped her. I caught her trying to worm her hands through the holes in the stocks, but it was useless. I'd padded the edges, and it worked like a Chinese finger-puzzle- the more she pulled, the more padding tried to pull through with her hand, and the tighter it all got. "Let me help," she said, still struggling futilely with her hands. "Ah-ah-ah! No, Tina, you just lay back and let me drive." The heat of her pale skin under my hands was driving me crazy. "White-hot," said the voice in the back of my head. Damn! Her bra was just a bra- not a front-closing one. I would need her help, but she wouldn't need her hands. I leaned down into her and kissed the little hollow place where her collarbones came together. I rested my head on her chest, and listened to her heart hammering away like crazy. "Honey, I need you to arch your back so I can get your bra off." She complied instantly, and my hands automatically rolled around the sides of her ribcage and found the clasp. At one time in history, the fool thing would have been able to put up a fight, but no longer- it didn't stand a chance. Gary's patented pinch/yank maneuver gets it on the first shot, every time. Tina was almost alarmed ("O!") when her bra snapped itself open and the ends flew up from around her back. It was still on her, though, the loose cups were still laying across her perfect breasts. I ran my fingertips just up under the rims at the bottom, just grazing the undersides of her titties. Her skin was electric and my hands were almost numb from the tingling. "Oh, yes, baby, that's right, get it off, get it all the way off…" she was grinding her hips under my weight as I lifted her bra off and sloooooowly exposed her dreamy knockers. I'd waited for years for these… exactly like I knew they'd look. I'd seen Tina's breasts in bathing suits and bikini tops, I'd seen her nipples erect when she went braless under thin cotton shirts, I'd peeked down her neck and through armholes, and god only knows how many times I'd compiled all that information slowly gathered over the years. I'd built up a nearly perfect picture of how these heaving titties would look with nothing to cover them but steamy air. I took two perfect scoopfulls, one in each hand, and gave 'em a good solid squeeze- it definitely would NOT tickle! "Oooooooooooooooooo!" "I've always been crazy about your knockers, honey. These gorgeous boobies of yours." I stroked and squeezed them, I couldn't help but lower my head and rake my teeth down from the clavicle to one dreamy nipple, circle that once with my tongue, and continue down the sensitive underside to her ribs. She muttered some unintelligible epithets, invoking all the names of god and spitting out every profanity that crossed her mind. Her chest swelled and fell like waves on the beach cresting and breaking, spreading their white foam out in the rhythm of the pulse of the world. Hmmm. White foam. There's an idea, eh? I fumbled with my belt and zipper, thinking I'd spread some surf onto her skin before the main event- I was so turned on, I knew I wouldn't last five seconds if I tried to fuck her. But if I went for it the second time around, I'd get to tease her some more, and I'd be able to keep going and pound her 'till she couldn't walk. "What're you doing?" "What do you think? I'm going up in your cleavage. So soft and warm." "No fair. I wanna see." She couldn't see over the top of her stocks. Heh, heh. "Who said anything about being 'fair'?" I chuckled. "If you're gonna tittie-fuck me, I want to see your cock. Here, I'll help you squeeze it between my boobs, okay?" "Mmmm-mmm. You just lay back and let me enjoy your yummy flesh, okay?" I dismounted her to get my pants off… DAMN SHOES AND SOCKS, I hastily kicked 'em off… and I got back astride her, my dick bobbling like a dowsing rod in front of me, I brushed it across her puffy nipples a few times, and rested it in the groove of her sternum. I cupped the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together to form a nice tight channel for my cock. God, as I rocked my hips back and forth, real slow at first, I teased her nippletips with the pads of my thumbs… I knew that feeling deep in the base of my hips, it wouldn't take long… but, aw, man, I kept popping up and out. She was right- I could have used her help. An extra hand to keep me in there would have been nice, but, I figured what the hell, I'd stay the course. Or not- I was so close, I let go and just started stroking, until oh GOD here it comes and I let out a grunt and I felt it pump and flow, my white goo glurping out onto her creamy skin ("Gaaa! Oooooo, is that your come? Oh, shit, it's running…") and it dribbled down the slope of her boobs to pool in the hollow of her throat and spill down her neck. "ooh, you gave it to me, didn't you, you gave me your cum, it's dripping…" She muttered as I scooped up a portion of my spooge with two fingers and brought it around to her lips. She replied with a slight "hmmp!" and then opened up with a sigh, rolling her lips and tongue around my two fingers like she was sucking my cock. "There you go, honey," I said as I fed her my come… too bad I didn't have a spoon, but then I wouldn't have felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth… "I'm only sorry I didn't pump it right down your throat, but here, it's still nice and fresh…" "God, it's so sweet…" she said, smacking her lips, "it's not bitter or anything… you must eat a lot of sugars, or… I'll bet it's all that soda pop you drink, isn't it?" "I don't know. I'm not exactly an expert in the taste of semen." I dabbed off her chest and neck with my cast-off boxers, so it wouldn't get all clammy and gross on her. "I'm no expert, but different guys taste different, that's all." "Right now, I'm wondering how YOU taste, my dear." I opened the button of her jeans and sloooooowly tugged at her zipper. She was wearing little black cotton panties: Hanes-Her-Way. Ahh… the rich smell of her pussy- and there was a wet spot! She was so so so aroused! "Oooo. Are you sure? You don't have to do that." "Try and stop me! I want it. I want to go down on you. I want to taste you." I couldn't resist sliding my fingers down the front of her panties, combing through her fine pubic curls, exploring the geography of her mound and the top of her cleft. She pulsed her hips up into my fingers, seeking the beginnings of her climax, but I withdrew as she mewled a slight protest. I moved down to tug open the restraints on her knees and ankles so I could pull her pants and panties off. Sneakers had to go, too. As the soft blue cloth gave way to pink skin, the heat seemed to rise up off her in waves and she shook and quivered. My mouth watered at the sight and smell of her pussy as I strapped her legs back down, opening her slightly. I ran my fingertips up her thighs, and grazed the edges of her pubic triangle, feeling the edge of her moisture. My lips and tongue skipped along her skin in the wake of the fingers of my left hand, I heaved a hot, heavy breath through her fur (eliciting another "cooooo" from her), and traced back down her other thigh to her kneecap. "If you're going to eat me, please, please, please…" "Shhhhh…" I craned my neck forward and gently nudged at her puffy inner lips with the tip of my nose, inhaling the pink musky scent. There was already a drop of her girlie-fluid on my nose- she was close to gushing, her puss was wet like a swamp in front of me. I rolled my face forward and just brushed everything with my cheeks and mouth, like I was trying to make a mess in a pie-eating contest. "Ahhh! Oh, yes, okay, go ahead… uuuuuuh…" and there was nothing more than heavy breathing and gasping after that. The skin of my temples and the tips of my ears tingled, anticipating her hands coming down and touching me to guide my face around her puss, but it wasn't gonna happen, since her wrists were pinned down firmly in place by my fiendish contraption! Ahh, the sweet, tangy soup of her pussy juice was intoxicating, I was getting drunk on the stuff, as I ran my tongue up and down her slit, not pushing in just yet, just teasing open her petals. There was the little nubbin of her clitoris there at the top, about the size of a largish kernel of corn, didn't want to pay too much attention to that just yet. I diverted an inch to the side, delivering a good ol' fashioned of a kiss to her fur-bearing outer lip on the left, and to the right, and kissing her puss just like I'd kiss her on her the mouth, my tongue probing gently up into the very core of her, up between her petals, touching the rim of her tunnel itself! I had my hands up against her inner thighs, fingers spread open like fans, keeping her flesh taught and holding her puss open. My thumbs were perilously close to the little curve of the inside of her ass, the prelude to the tight rosebud of her anus. "Keep that on file for later- stick your thumb up her ass when she least expects it, while you're fucking her," said my dark little voice. In the meantime, I brought my index fingers closer in, inside the fleshy outer lips and opened her up like a change purse. Rolling my face in little circles, I let my tongue drift up into her, slurping up her musky juice like I was eating hot, melted ice-cream. "Ohhhh! Mmm, mmmm, mmmmhp…" she moaned, but that gave way to gasps and heaves that weren't words anymore. I settled into the rhythm of my circle and let her ride it for a while. I kept her flesh taut and open with my fingertips, creeping them in just a little bit closer and closer, since I had to keep repositioning them anyway as they kept slipping across her creamy pink folds. With the tips of my index fingers on the insides of her pink petals, I had laid open her hole- it was pulsing along the edges as she involuntarily flexed her pumping muscle, and it was thickly glazed with her fragrant goo. I ran my tongue around- sloooooooowly- in a circle around the rim of her hole. Time shifted into low gear as I relaxed my face and stirred the wetness of my mouth and the wetness of her pussy together into one warm, simmering, glorious soup. I don't know how long I let it simmer, with my jaw slack and my tongue gone numb with its gentile gyrations, but the sudden Goooosh of extra fluid and a few of Tina's jerky, breathless shouts signaled an orgasm that left a thin veneer of sweat on her sweet, naked skin. "Oh, it tickles, stop, stop," she muttered between gasps, her pelvis twisting, trying to wrench itself from my grasp. I let up and got to my feet, my dick hard again, bobbing up and down like it was doing jumping jacks with each step. On impulse, I traced the head against six inches of her inside right thigh. "Okay, good, time to fuck me now," she said, "get it in me, I'll make you feel soooo good…" "Hmn. Maybe. That's one idea, I suppose." I love the art of the tease. "Goddamnit, fuck me! You know where it goes! Get in me, it's time, c'mon!" She bounced her hips up and down on the bench. "I don't know… I could just unlock this thing and let you up now." I walked around towards the end where her head and hands were imprisoned. "Don't you dare!" "I'm serious. I've had my fun, you've had yours… we're done now, aren't we?" As I said this last part, I strolled into her view, giving her a good look at my rock-hard, bobbing penis. "Ooooo. You don't look done to me, sugar. And god knows I need it!" I walked right over her head and reached for the padlock. I meant to say something else about just letting her go, when she reached her head up, opened her mouth, and sucked the bottom of my dick across her lips like a harmonica! I stood there, frozen, as she turned her head back and forth, dragging her lips and tongue across my dick, and working her jaw as if it was corn-on-the-cob. Gawd, there WAS a way to get good oral sex from a girl in this thing! I made a mental note to never underestimate Tina's erotic imagination as my knees started trembling and I braced myself against the stocks. I watched the rest of her body, gloriously exposed and rocking in her captivity. As I reached down to squeeze one of her breasts again, she released her suction and spoke. "Next time, I'll give you a blowjob that will make your brains leak out your ears, okay? I can do even more if I can use my hands. But now, I'm begging you, please, please, please fuck me? My pussy wants you so bad. I need your beautiful cock up in me, won't you give me what I need? Please?" "Since you asked so nicely… well… maybe." "DAMNIT!" I reached for the condoms from her purse, tore one open, left a little space at the tip, and rolled it down the length of my dick. I only got it caught once when one side rolled faster than the other, trapping the next roll against the last layer (don't you HATE that?) but I got it straightened out soon enough. Down to business as I crouched at her pelvis and dangled my rubber-cased dickhead against her juicy puss. She thrust her hips downward, trying to fuck herself onto me prematurely. "Ah-a-aah… Naughty girl. Wait for it." "I've been waiting for it all goddamn day, come on, I need it! OOOOOO!" as I let her have the first inch, then popped it out upwards, bumping her clit on the way. "Yeah, baby, c'mon, give it to me!" "You'll get it. You'll get it all in good time." "Waaaaa!" was all she could reply as I gave her that inch again… and held it there. She jerked furiously up and down, trying to establish a fucking motion, but I rocked with her, not against her, and it was all she could do just to hold it in. I put the palms of my hands on the crests of her hipbones and pressed down, trying to keep her still. "Just squeeze, Tina. Use that muscle and squeeze me." "Oooooh." I felt the pulse of her pussy as she kiegled herself against my penetrating cockhead. On the third or fourth squeeze, I gave her another little bit, pushing in against the action of her pump, and she rewarded me with an "aaaaaaaaaa!" That's how I worked it all the way up into her, one agonizing half-inch at a time against her squeezings. Then, as I was in her up to the hilt, I threw myself forward with all my weight, mooshing my pubic bone against hers, drawing out of her a groan that almost wasn't human. I released her hips and established a good, solid in-and-out thrusting rhythm with her as she tore loose and fucked back like an animal. "Gaaa! Yes! Yes! Yes! Aaaa! Oooo!" I never knew women were this loud. I adjusted the angle of my thrust, shifting my hips down so that I was coming at her more from below, hitting the forward roof of her vagina and (I hoped) her G-spot. The shriek she let out informed me it worked. I'd try to spell out what she sounded like, but I'd run out of vowels. Her chest and arms flushed red and jerked and heaved, I thought she'd shake the bondage bench apart with her spasms. She was riding the crest of her orgasm like a surfer in the tube of a wave before it comes crashing down around her- she just needed something to set her over the edge. I reached down between our thighs, spreading her buttocks apart, and I stuck the tip of my middle finger right against and right up into her asshole, just up to the first knuckle, but it was enough. We both surrendered at the same time, nearly loosing grip of each other in the process. As we caught our breath, I retrieved the key from its hook under the bench, opened the padlock, threw back the bolt, and helped Tina into a sitting position. I kissed her sloppily and we worked together to release the straps on her legs. We straightened up together, but said nothing until we were dressed and downstairs. She was on her way out the door when she said: "You were right. That was what I needed to see you as a man. I didn't know you had it in you." "So where does that leave us now?" "I don't know. I'll call you, okay?" "Okay." I kissed her again- kind of awkwardly, we both hesitated a little, and she left. So now I'm sitting here, writing this all down before I forget it or decide it was some crazy dream. I can still smell her on me. My dick is still sticky. That really happened, and it happened with Tina, and it was better than I ever dreamed it could be. Epilogue: Tina just now called me. She said that she never did get those boxes she came over for, and that she'd be right over!