5 comments/ 12987 views/ 5 favorites Bound To Be... By: PleaseMayICumSir It started two years ago with some rather odd conversations. I'd drift out of the constant chatter between my wife, Kate, and her divorced friend Patricia, only to find myself returned to a flirty conversation with the odd kinky gesture - the two of them giggling like school girls. Curious but improbable. Months later there was another three-way conversation that included witty banter from Patricia about spankings and using ball-gags to silence the kids with my wife adding her own favourite restraints for good measure. Interesting and yet unlikely. Then a year ago my wife informed me that she wanted some time out - she needed time away and she was going into the mountains for a couple of days with Patricia. I played with the idea for a week before I called her while she was at the markets. "Alright babe, I'll give you your free pass," I said. "Free pass to what?" "Experiment," I confirmed. "I don't understand, what are you talking about?" she challenged, frustrated. "I want you to know that you have my permission to fuck Patricia." There was a gasp on the other end of the phone, and a suitable pause. ".. what would make you think ..," she whispered. I could practically hear her blushing. "I understand babe, I think she wants you, and I want you two to make the most of your time together." There was a longer pause. ".. you have the strangest ideas sometimes. I can't talk about this now, we will talk about this later," she said nervously, half smiling. Our conversation that night was brief - I told her that I thought her friend was hot for her and she told me that I was probably wrong but it was clear that I had piqued her attention. At the last minute before their trip I put an extra hundred dollars into their kitty for drinks. Other than a cute little story about the two of them thinking of sending me back a photo of them pillow fighting in their panties, nothing came of it. But then, would I expect to know? My wife is a paradox of strength, independence and submission and though I have been the only man who has ever provided her with both distance and discipline, it does mean that I will be the last to know, but the first to be rewarded, if she ever expanded her horizons. I couldn't help but think that maybe she lacked the courage to ask the question .. or at least ask it properly. -[ = ]- So it came to be that I decided to test Patricia myself. The next family visit was to our house, and she was not her usual, perky, self. It was a good time to try something subtle. Patricia was wearing a fitted top and tight denim jeans. She came in to the kitchen from the discussion outside and dove into the fridge to get another drink. "That ass really suits you," I chimed from my stool at the kitchen bench. She turned and cocked an eyebrow, "Excuse me?" "I'm sorry," I apologised. She turned back to the fridge. "I meant to say that ass looks *really* good on you," I grinned. She turned to look at me, and smiled - perhaps uneasily. The corner of her mouth told me she was more than a little unsure of what just happened. But she took her drink outside and I didn't hear anything of it. The next time we met Patricia she was at our house, and she was back on her game. The summery light blue dress was low and high cut in all the right places. She hugged me when she came in, and then strode past me following my wife. She suddenly paused, felt out the line of her panties and "snapped" the waist band through her dress, in front of me - where only I could see. She grinned and winked and then stepped off on her previous course. My cock hardened. That fucking tease. The last time we caught up was at her place. Patricia was at the door, barefooted and in another airy dress that managed to show off her curves despite the loose fit. She seemed to be struggling to carry a basket full of craft materials for the kids. Patricia leaned forward for a peck on the cheek with my wife, who in turn offered to take some of the load, but before she could answer a handful of pens and papers had fallen to the floor. Patricia told her not to worry, that I could help, and then she urged my wife and both sets of kids through to the backyard for refreshments. As they went past her into the house Patricia turned away to face the hallway and lowered herself to her hands and knees placing the basket on the floor and reaching for some of the pens. "Could you get that?" she said, glancing over her shoulder. I don't know what she adjusted but her dress was now high on her hips and was no longer leaving anything to my imagination. Her ass was out and her bald cunt was bare to the world. She wasn't going to have to ask twice. I climbed down to the floor behind her and reached for a pen between her legs. On the way down my finger lazily followed the contour of her ass, which was met with Patricia lightly pushing herself onto my finger. On the way back from the floor I gently stroked the full length of her hairless pussy, from clit to asshole with the now slickened nub of the pen. "Hmm, thanks!" she chirped, to which I replied with hard pinch where her arse met her inner thigh. -[ = ]- I picked Patricia up and drove out of the city. "Do you have any blood pressure issues?" "No" "Do you have any skin concerns - rashes, grazes, reactions or other conditions that I should know about?" "No, but why .." "Are there any areas of your body that cannot, or should not, be touched or manipulated?" "No .. Sir," she added sarcastically. "Have you ever masturbated and climaxed to a vibrator?" "What do you think?!" she groaned and hit me. "That you're too pure to know what a vibrator is?" I teased. -[ = ]- Patricia went in first, emptying my bag of bondage toys on the bed, greedily - like a kid ripping open the biggest present under the tree. I pushed the door to the room shut and I twisted the latch - locked - this was the point of no return. She had her back to me when I reached her. Sensing me behind her she raised her hands above her head - entwining her fingers. With my chest against her shoulders I gently drew the back of my fingers down her firm form. The smooth fabric offered little resistance as my nails trailed from the inside of her shoulders down along the curved outline of her breasts - her nipples standing out and hardening obscenely against the flimsy fabric. Gorgeous. My finger tips continued across her taught stomach, firm waist and hips and slowed into the tops of her thighs. Patricia worked out hard and it had clearly paid off - her body was nothing short of fit and touching it was warming my crotch. As my fingers came to rest, she lowered her arms letting them cross her body. Her hands fell on to the hem of her dress, which she clasped and drew up and over her head in a single graceful movement. My fingers now rested at the top of her g-string and she was pushing her tight little ass into my hard cock through my jeans as she rubbed her thighs together, slowly shifting her weight from one high-heeled pump to another. Teasing bitch, she's not driving here. "You have been a very naughty girl, Patricia," I said sternly, to her giggle. I stood next to the bed and picked up a long piece of quarter inch nylon rope and proceeded to tie her wrists together tightly behind her back. Aside from taking her control, it had the distinct advantage of forcing her shoulders back and her tits out. I then picked up the red ball gag and wedged the sphere between her lips where she accepted it without question. I pulled the straps behind her head and buckled them tightly beneath her hair at the nape of her neck, pulling the ball deep into her mouth. The ball, of medium size, filled her mouth completely. Without help, the gag was not coming off. To test the effectiveness of the gag I slapped her ass, hard. "Hmmmph!" she protested genuinely. With nothing but moans coming from her gagged lips, Patricia was gagged securely. While the fingers from her bound hands tried to squeeze my cock through my jeans I took advantage of a special feature of this ball gag. I placed a small silver chain through the ball using the same hole that the leather strap went through. Attached to both ends of the chain was a set of clover nipple clamps. I put one hand on the back of her head and pushed her forward. I then picked up the two spring nipple clamps and placed one on each hardened nipple. As the clamps were applied, there was a sharp bite at first; "Nnnng!" Patricia grunted. But after a few moments, the bite lessened to an erotic ache. There would be no doubt that they were there. The length of the chain was such that Patricia had to keep her head bowed to prevent putting too much tension on the nipple clamps and thus her already sensitive nipples. Clover nipple clamps were the kind that press harder, the harder they are pulled. As it was the chain was short enough that her breasts were actually beginning to be lifted up by the nipples. The clamps were not coming off. I sat on the edge of the bed with Patricia standing - her legs between mine - her front facing to my left and back to my right. With my right foot I gentled kicked at the insides of her feet. She got the message and slowly spread her legs to as far as she dared on her heels. I ran one hand up the deliciously smooth inside leg of my little captive whilst I picked up the Hitachi massager from the bed with the other. Switching hands I held the massager firmly against the inside of her left thigh, forcing the massager's head against her tiny g-string and, in-turn, her defenseless cunt. I grabbed the roll of black tradies' tape and used my teeth to start it. One run of tape bound the neck of the massager to the top of her thigh via her hip. The other run of tape bound the handle of the massager to the bottom of her thigh - just above her knee. With the Hitachi taped to her like this I could be sure the vibrator would remain engaged with her pussy no matter how much she squirmed. "Kneel." I insisted. She no longer had the use of her hands, so I had to help Patricia kneel to the floor, first one knee and then the other. It gave me a chance to admire the the Irving Klaw photo in front of me. You could see excitement and arousal on her face as she drooled down her chin on to her chest and bare breasts, her nipples throbbing in a dull ache from the spring-loaded clamps and pulled taught due to the chain through her gag that forced her to look to the floor. Graceful servitude, probably for the first time in her rebellious young life, but I wasn't through with her yet. I smiled, "Now lie on your side," I said quietly. I eased her right shoulder into the rough carpet. She didn't complain, her mind racing with new sensations and a building anticipation. Before I let her go she brought her knees forward to keep herself on her side; after-all she was keen not to fall forward on those nipple clamps. I tied her legs together above the knees and tied and cinched her heeled feet together very tightly at the ankles. To make things more difficult for Patricia, I tied another rope on to the wrist tie behind her back and threaded it through the ankle tie at her feet and back to her wrists. As I slowly pulled on the loose end of the last rope, Patricia's bondage took its final form. The force of my make-shift pulley was inching her feet toward her ass, in-turn drawing her legs behind her back. This little fucktoy was so fit that I was able to get her feet nestled into her hands before she screamed into the gag. I slackened the last restraint slightly, and tied it off. Patricia was in an effective hogtie. She was a human D-ring, with her body bowed out obscenely into the room. The stress of her shoulders and legs being pulled behind her left her breasts dramatically exposed and her muscles drawing taught lines from her neck down through her tight tummy and plunging into her pubic mound, further stress hidden only by the thin fabric of her tiny panties. The only thing stopping her from rotating her pelvis and letting her ass relax into a more comfortable position was the upward force of the unforgiving Hitachi massage head on her pronounced pussy. While the contradiction of her shoulders pulling her neck back and the nipple clamps demanding relief meant that trying to lift her head, or even relax her neck, only caused more unwanted tension to her nipples. Thus she was forced to hold her head forward against its will leaving a constant conscious reminder that caused her to continually dwell on her enforced submission. From the far end of her body I picked up the Hitachi power cord and looked back toward her. I got lost in two pools of arousal as her eyes pleaded with me across the room. I was brought back when I realised that she was ever so gently rocking her hips, unsuccessfully trying to get relief from the head of the massager through the growing wet spot in the little triangle of fabric that covered her hungry cunt. I smiled back at Patricia and plugged the Hitachi in to the wall. -[ = ]- I switched on the Hitachi at its low setting, and watched her reaction. The effect on my horny bound guest was immediate. The massager had started vibrating without warning. "Mmrrrmmmrh!", she moaned as her jaw bore down into her gag, her eyes forcing themselves shut to the intense stimulation. Patricia had used vibrators in the past, and they certainly made her orgasm, but no battery powered device could be compared to the Hitachi and then nothing compared to a Hitachi forcefully strapped to a poor girl's rapidly engorging clit. Her body jerked at the unfamiliar stimulus, and she strained futilely at the ropes as her breathing increased pace. Unable to close her legs against the instrument, she clenched her buttocks and began to squirm. Soon enough her animal lust found its rhythm. "Hmmmmnn," she moaned quietly, beginning to rock. "Hmmnn", again in a slightly higher pitch, "Hmmnn!" more desperately. The bound girl knew she would come soon; she could feel her pulse between legs and began to slick with her own juices. The time for foreplay was over. I turned the Hitachi to its highest setting. Her eye-lids flashed open as the game went up a level. A desperate whimper arose in the back of Patricia's throat. The contorted look on her face said *I've got to come. I can't take any more of this. I have to come now!* My captive strained against the ropes that held her, a futile attempt to remove or increase the stimulus - I don't know which. Patricia's thighs were now slick with her own juices, which also ran down her the back of her thighs to the carpet beneath her hips. I waited quietly and watched until the first orgasm came crashing down over her. The moment it broke was perfect - all of the tension in her face fell away. Her eye lids gently closed as her eyes slowly rolled back into her head, her head fell back until it was stopped by the pull of her breasts away from her chest via their taught nipple clamps, while her jaw began to drop around the ball gag - a silent scream in beautiful agony - she was in sheer ecstasy. I stood back in the middle of the room jealously admiring her breath-taking predicament. Little did she know what awaited her. -[ = ]- The smell of Patricia's sex filled the room. It permeated my nostrils and set my mind on sexual fire. The only sound to be heard was the powerful buzzing of the vibrator that purred inexorably on. Patricia began to rouse. It took her a moment to shake the delirium. She raised her head and flinched when the pain bit into her nipples. She looked over to me; "Bmmp Mm Mmmp," Patricia seemed to be asking. I mischievously smiled at her. She looked like she was trying to smile back until realisation swept across her face. "Bmmp Mmn Mmnmp!" Patricia seemed to be demanding. A sheen of sweat had broken out over her whole body. "Turn it off?" I asked, with my most practiced puzzled expression. She looked relieved, "Hmm!" she mumbled. "Not yet," I winked. A look of terror came over her. Patricia, as with most women, hadn't been fortunate enough to learn that the clitoris, like the head of the penis, becomes hyper-sensitive post orgasm. Any clitoral stimulation capable of driving a woman to orgasm is unbearable, if not painful, after the fact. She was about to experience her first forced orgasm. And she realised it. "Bmmp! Mnm! Mnmmp!" she bellowed into her gag through her heavy breathing, as the unrelenting stimulation drove her tortured clit on. I shook my head and wandered off to get myself a glass of water. For Patricia the conflict was just beginning. At first it was becoming more and more difficult to mentally hold back the painful over-stimulation, trying to conquer the unwanted but intense stimulation, trying to suppress the dread and anger of somebody forcing unwanted sexual manipulation on her. But then suddenly her body plateaued and slowly the stimulation of her clit gave way to arousal again. The thoughts became erotic; of being out of control, subject to another's whim's, unable to say no, available to anything he may desire. Her face flushed and the red hue raced from her cheeks to her chest and brought new heat to her nipples. She groaned audibly as her body betrayed her mind with her already sopping pussy starting to leak fresh juices and her nipples feeling like they had hardened even further. Realising that the next orgasm may not be her last, she wanted to fight it or at least delay it. The restraints were needed, then. She writhed and struggled in her bonds, part of her wanting to tear off the vibrator and get some peace, part of her wanting to tear off the restraints and devour the machine with her desperate cunt. Her breathing became strained. Her thighs fought impossibly to close over her tightly bound and unprotected crotch. In her mind, Patricia fought back the arousal, and the tears, and the desire to embrace the heavenly feeling growing in her warm wet pussy, and the vibrator purred relentlessly on. As the arousal got to the point of overcoming her will, her hips rolled and struggled beneath her bonds, aching with the intensity of her feelings. In the end, the inevitable happened - another crashing orgasm - her pussy juices tickling her thigh as they leaked out into the carpet - nipples returning to their dull ache. She screamed in despair, beaten and betrayed by her weak and fickle physiological responses. She was so determined to beat them. I laughed to myself and put the empty glass down on the side table. -[ = ]- Patricia roused from her second orgasm. The vibrating monster doesn't need rest. I was waiting for her to endure the pain and get to her next plateau. It is funny how time seems to slow down when you want something to happen so bad. As her thrashing subdued and the rhythm of her arousal began, I reached into my pocket and withdrew a tiny black g-string. Still damp from last night's session, I held the fist full of fabric to my nose and drew in the scent. Even in a room full of pheromones and girl cum, nothing was sweeter than my wife's pussy in heat. I said, suddenly sternly, "I don't need a lover Patricia, I need a slave." Her eyes went wide - she almost showed a face full of concern before she fell head-long into her next uncontrollable orgasm. The emotions tumbling with her into the darkness. I knelt down on the carpet beside her. She was out of breath and was sweating from the struggle and excitement. She was drooling heavily down her chin around the ball gag. I took my wife's scant panties and wiped off Patrica's face and chin. I then pulled the g-string over her head, retaining her sight and ensuring that she would have the heavily scented crotch fabric filtering every breath. Her eyes drifted around through the mental fog of sex until they eventually met mine. Then I gave her a moment to catch her breath. Bound To Be... "My offer is simple," I began in my most dominant tone. "You will be my sex slave, as your master I will use your body as I see fit for my personal pleasure. You will obey me immediately and do the same for any others I designate. If you obey orders you will avoid punishment, if not the severity of the punishment will increase." I paused. "Understand that my wife is not my slave. She is a submissive and, in that regard, she answers to me as her Master. However, unlike you slave, she is her own person and she will be permitted to use your body as shes fit. She will be your Mistress." I leaned forward and spoke softly into her ear. "Breathe deeply," I said, "smell your mistress' sex." She groaned in a vague disapproving arousal. We both knew that she didn't have a choice. "If you accept my offer, you willingly enter into casual servitude for the next 6 months as a trial; if you are successful you will continue for three years part time. At the end of your contract we will consider your application for permanent enslavement." I rolled back on my heals and went to stand up - "I'm going to let you think about my offer." I set an alarm for 75 minutes and then made myself comfortable on the bed. -[ = ]- Without any external cue's like a clock, song or television show, Patrica had lost all concept of time. To her it felt like there wasn't a time before this; that she had never known more than struggling against the ropes that held her back from release. Patricia fought back her tears and cries, and tried to quieten her struggles. Again and again the vibrator purred on, its implacable mechanical stimulus penetrating to the very core of her being. It seemed to search out places that she never knew about where arousing sensations could be found. She tried to become detached, elsewhere, as her fickle body craved the empty solace of a mechanical climax. "Please," she mindlessly repeated behind her gag, hearing only "Hmmh," escape into the room. Her desperate moans filled her ears as the scent of her mistress' arousal filled her nose. It was no good resisting. After almost two hours of bondage and having to maintain her pose, Patrica looked ready be freed. You could see it in her face, she was drooling down her cheek and into the carpet and her nipples were obviously very sore from all the tension of the nipple clamps. In addition, her shoulders and ankles ached from the tight bondage and high heels. I waited until she was about cum. I turned off the Hitachi. It was all she could do to look out at me, her glazed eyes filled with a mixture of despair and great need. A silent solitary tear streamed down her smooth cheek towards her stoppered mouth which almost blended perfectly with its color coordinated ballgag. Her full, shiny, red lips wrapped around the ball and the black leather strap cut into the corners of her mouth. -[ = ]- I released the hogtie rope first. Patricia sighed audibly as the tension was relieved from her taught body and she painfully drew her knees forward in line with the rest of her body. Untying her ankles, I eased her top leg back so that I could get to the massager. Patricia's thighs were sticky with her own juices, which also ran down both sides of her thigh to the dampened carpet beneath her. I wasn't going to be able to get it out in this position. "Kneel." I commanded. Patricia dragged her spent, sweaty body across the floor, half rolling onto the fresh cool carpet, leaving a moist streak behind her. After a period of endless agony, she finally found the strength to rise. As I helped lift her shoulders she subconsciously shifted her weight evenly onto her spread knees. It was only the tape on the outside her hip and thigh that was left keeping the slippery massager in place. I unwrapped the tape, slowly pulling it away from the smooth skin and then removed the massager. "Stand," and I took her shoulder weight as she leaned forward and took a sure footing on her heels. She was woozy on her feet and of course still unable to lift her head. I knelt in front of her, hitched a thumb on each side of her waist-band and pulled her sodden panties to the floor in one quick tug. I took a deep breath - pulling the pungent scent in. Patricia jumped when I blew sharply across her enormously swollen clit. I untied her wrists. Patricia winced as she finally lowered her shoulders only to find that the pull of the clover clamps refused to let her breasts fall to their natural height. She reached up and removed the right nipple clamp without further thought. It was a terrible mistake - the jolt that it gave her as the blood rushed back into the nipples must have been enough to push her over the edge. Patricia just closed her eyes and screamed into her ball gag. Through the searing pain she was having one tremendous orgasm. She then fell back to her knees exhausted - the room spinning crazily around her - she desperately needed everything to be still. Finally the room settled enough for Patricia to gather her wavering strength for a moment. No longer sure she should stand, she now very carefully removed the second nipple clamp. Knowing what was coming meant that this proved to be harder than the first. As the clamp was removed, a shock was felt that started painfully at the nipple and ended, throbbing, between her legs. Patricia was finally able to throw her head back and howl like a banshee into the gag with tears of pain and joy streaming down her cheeks. Her nipples were so sensitive and sore from all the struggling that she instinctively covered her exposed breasts and nursed them, looking down at them as if to ask if they were okay. I moved behind Patricia and released her nose from my wife's damp panties and lifted them from her head. A moment later she was free from the harness for the ball gag. A dollop of spit dabbed out over her chest and the arms protecting her breasts as the ball popped from her mouth. "AAAaaaarghh!" she moaned when her jaw was finally free to relax. I left her there, on her knees, while I retrieved a glass of water for her. -[ = ]- Her knees felt unsteady, and each step brushed her swollen clit against her inner thighs. I helped her slip the summer dress on, and then guided her to the door. Distracted by the brush of her thighs against her swollen genitals, Patricia didn't notice she was being walked out into the day-light. "You will find a cab waiting for you outside. If you agree to my offer then the next time we meet, under any circumstance, you will be unsexed for three days and wearing this under a tight thong," and I gave her a box with a ribbon in one hand and her handbag in the other, and closed the door. She hadn't noticed before but she was suddenly cold. Each heeled step toward the carpark meant that her breasts would shake and along with her tits, her painfully sensitive nipples were rubbing against the fabric of her dress. Between the brush of her thighs and rub of her dress she never thought she'd make the 50 step walk to cab. They were a constant reminder of Him and that she had better take her time. Only in the seclusion of the back seat, after the cab was well on its way, did Patricia dare look at the gift she had been given. From the picture on the lid she could tell that it was a vibrator of some sort, one that looked like it would be both inserted and protruded, resting directly on the clit. She immediately forced her eyes closed and shuddered. The mere thought of clitoral stimulation made her want to curl up and hide. Returning her attention to the box, something wasn't right. She couldn't see an on/off button in any of the pictures. She opened up the box and went through its contents. It wasn't until she skimmed the instructions that the answer caught her attention; the vibrator came with a remote control, but there was none to be found. -[ = ]- Two weeks passed and Patricia could no longer wait. More than anything she wanted to be dominated again. No amount of fantasy, fiction, porn or masturbation could give her the feelings that she'd had with Him. Patricia organised for a BBQ and a chance for the kids (and hopefully the grown-ups) to play. On the Wednesday Patricia browsed to her favourite bondage video site, slid her favourite vibrator home and began to masturbate for the last time. It was hard to concentrate on the movie with the vibrator going. Her mind started to drift and fantasize. She imagined being forced to perform for Him against her will, that she was a slave that was being punished for some small deed that had not pleased Him. She also fantasized that while bound and gagged, her girlfriend walked into the room and found her. Instead of releasing her, however, Kate continued to tease her and tighten her already tight bondage. Patricia came in flood. It was an orgasm second only to *that* day. Saturday morning, Patricia showered whilst fantasising about being forced to cum. To his instructions she had inserted the toy and worn the smallest thong that would keep it in place. The butt of the dildo was pushed tight, straining against the tiny panties and looking for all the world like a small cylindrical dick. The thought of their previous session and where the afternoon might lead kept Patricia's little pussy drooling. She was so wet she was worried about leaving wet spots everywhere, and so kept herself busy doing laundry until her guests arrived. -[ = ]- Patricia was delighted to see Kate and anxiously looked about for her other guest. Before her disappointment had a chance to set in, Kate threw her arms around her and she returned the embrace. To Patricia's horror the device in her pussy was suddenly active - pulsing away with a low frequency vibration - and threatening to finish off days of foreplay built up through her own fantasy. Her breathing picked up as goose-bumps broke over her skin. She felt like a naughty girl caught in the act; fear washed over her, chased by excitement and suddenly arousal. Kate moved her mouth next to Patricia's ear and whispered; "Now we both know ..," Kate paused to let it sink in. Patricia bit her lip both nervously and in an attempt to delay her imminent orgasm. Kate continued musing, ".. I wonder if you will earn the chance to turn that off .." Patricia was suddenly aware of the familiar musky smell of Kate's sex, but her mind was already too foggy to recall how she knew that. It only served to fuel a fire that she was rapidly losing control of. "P-Please ..," Patricia mumbled, but Kate stopped her and whispered viciously; "If I find that you've taken it out without permission, you will be punished severely within the terms of your contract." Patricia blushed and felt her pussy get wetter than she had ever known: "But ..," she gasped. Kate said loudly, "It's great to see you again and I like what you've done with the house babe!" as she let go of her friend and turned in place. "I've got a new Playstation game for the kids so we'll have plenty of time to ourselves; I'm really looking forward to our time this afternoon," Kate winked back at Patricia, and confidently found her own way into the house. Patricia, blushing furiously with humiliation, still facing the street at the open front door, clenched her knees together and pulled forcefully at the door knob as she lost control of her orgasm. She didn't know whether to cry or shout for joy, instead gingerly closing the door while her nerves ran away with her - her head swimming in the afterglow as her thighs grew damp with her own sex, her heart beating at a million miles an hour while she struggled to come to grip with her new role as Their slave. -[ = ]- That night, as ordered, my luxuriously wet submissive prepared herself, kneeled and waited for me. I arrived home, first proud to find my disciplined wife dressed and waiting, then captured by the smell of her arousal - intoxicating - and stunningly beautiful. Without further instruction Kate took out my cock and then placed both hands behind her head. She proceeded to tantalizingly describe how she teased and tortured her friend-and-slave in glorious detail, seductively sucking and biting my cock between every other word. "Thanks to your training, Sir, ..," she took a long slow wet draw on my cock, ".. I recognised the smell of her wet cunt ..," she accentuated the "t" by trailing her front teeth along the head - a pain that I have always loved her for - ".. as soon as I walked in." She swirled her tongue around my throbbing member and I rolled my head back in ecstasy. Kate, assuming I was lost in the moment, tried secretly to lower her hand to feel out her needy clit. She assumed too much. The stinging kiss of my crop brought her attention back to the story and my pleasure, both that time and each time that Kate began to quiet and fantasise, or drop an eager hand to squeeze an aching nipple or rub her hungry cunt. Each slap producing another moan that only served to make me harder and edge us both closer, until eventually Kate gave up pretending and flagrantly masturbated while I flogged her to orgasm as she expertly sucked me off and swallowed my load. Despite the adventures we've had since then, neither of us has a more favourite memory than the climax of that night, built from the foreplay of power exchanges that made it possible. Bound To Be Good I met her in an adult bookstore, of all places. She worked there, friendly and outgoing with her customers, pointing them toward the good deals and the best porn. A couple of times I came in looking for my favorite magazines and inquiring when they might be in, and got to know her a little bit. Soon she knew what magazines I bought regularly and would tell me as I came in the door if they were there. Even when the issues I was looking for weren’t in I would hang around for awhile and browse, just so I could talk and flirt with her. As time went on, our chats became a bit more personal. I knew she had a man in her life, and told her a bit about my own situation. I have a girlfriend whom I love dearly, but some of the fire has burned out in the bedroom, so I get my kicks reading porn and watching movies and so on. One day my regular mags hadn’t come in and she suggested a particular bondage publication she was reading. I took a look at the magazine in question and immediately felt my dick getting hard. It was a story about a woman held against her will and subjected to all sorts of sexy punishments. Of course I had to ask Sweet Thing about her interest in such a magazine, with it’s graphic descriptions and illustrations, and she told me that while it excited her, she had never been tied up for sex. It seems her boyfriend wasn’t into it (although I can’t see why he wouldn’t at least give it a try). Hell, the girl is gorgeous! I’d have to be pretty repulsed by something not to at least try it out with her. She’s a light-skinned black girl in her late twenties or early thirties, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and a knockout body. I told her that her boyfriend was crazy not to strap her down and have his way with her, and she seemed quite flattered, and maybe a little bit turned on. Well I bought the magazine and went on my way. When I got home and began reading it, I had to stroke myself to a monster orgasm, all the while picturing her tied up in all those poses I was seeing on paper. Things began to accelerate after that, with our talk becoming more and more personal, and many times she was the star of the late-night movies running through my head. I couldn’t get her out of my mind, picturing her naked body bound in any number of positions, vulnerable and trembling in anticipation of the kinky acts I would subject her to. But I had a problem. I have pledged monogamy to my girlfriend, and I know from experience that a guilty conscience will go straight to my cock, and if I screwed Sweet Thing, it would fuck me up. At last I hit on a solution. If I were to hook up with Sweet Thing, I could bind her into one of the many positions I’d already rehearsed in my head and ravish her with my hands and with sex toys I wouldn’t be cheating, IF I COULD JUST KEEP MY PECKER IN MY PANTS! But could I trust myself to maintain my composure if I were face to face with her naked body? I puzzled over the situation for weeks before I made my move. The next time I went into her store I waited until she was alone. “I’d like to make your fantasy come true,” I said. “We should meet someplace outside of here on your day off.” “Really?” she answered, with an amused glint in her eye. “What makes you think you can? You know I have a man already.” “That may be, but I know he isn’t giving you what you want most. I can.” “And how do you know what I want?” she asked. My reply was direct. “You want to surrender complete control, to be utterly helpless to control what’s happening to you, to be totally at the mercy of a man who will use your body and stimulate your mind.” I could tell by the look in her eyes, I’d scored a direct hit. I named a local chain restaurant and told her to meet me there at 5:00 pm on Thursday. With that I turned and walked out the door, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words. I didn’t know if she would show up or not, but I had to give it a try. On Wednesday I called the bookstore. On the sixth ring, Sweet Thing answered. “When you meet me tomorrow, be wearing the short blue dress I saw you wear to the store awhile ago. The one that just barely covers your ass,” I said, and quickly hung up, before she could make any reply. Thursday afternoon found me in the restaurant at 4:45 waiting to see if Sweet Thing would show up. I took a seat near the window so I could watch the entrance. Sure enough, a few minutes later I saw her pull into the parking lot. As she got out of the car, I caught a quick flash of white panties under the short dress I had instructed her to wear! This was shaping up to be fun. I could hardly believe my good luck. As she entered the building, she spotted me and approached my table. Damn, she looked good! She was wearing a bit of make-up, nothing flashy, but it highlighted her eyes and her soft pouty lips were covered in a muted red that contrasted perfectly with her sepia skin. Her full breasts filled out the top of her dress to perfection, flowing down to a trim waist and over her shapely hips. The hem of the dress just barely covered that great ass leaving her long smooth legs bare to my hungry eyes. “Sit down,” I told her. “You’d better eat something. You’ll be needing your energy.” “Yes sir,” she replied. Her submissive demeanor took me a little by surprise, because in her store she was always very self-assured, but here it seemed she was really going to get into the submission of the moment. We ordered a light meal and chatted a little while waiting for our food. “I see you wore the dress I told you to, but I don’t recall telling you to wear any panties,” I observed. “Don’t you think you had better take care of that situation?” Her eyes widened at that. In that dress she was going to have a hard time keeping everything covered without underwear, but I wanted to see how compliant she was going to be. She nodded and began to slide out of our booth. “I’ll be right back,” she said. She returned a couple of minutes later with her thong balled tightly in her hand. “Give them to me,” I commanded. When she complied, I brought them to my nose to sniff her bouquet. Her womanly musk smelled delicious and I imagined her pussy would taste just as sweet. I hardly tasted my food, and we talked very little during our meal– we both had our minds on other things. We left and drove to a local motel to get down to business. I went in and registered us as Mr. and Mrs. Jones while she waited in my car, anticipating what was to come. I drove around the building to where our room was on the first floor overlooking the parking lot. No one was around, so I decided to let the games begin before we even got inside. “Take your dress off and give it to me,” I said. “I can’t do that out here!” she gasped. “Would you like to call this off right now?” I asked. “You’re so close to getting what you’ve been fantasizing about all this time, but if you want to call it off, that’s fine by me. I won’t be the one having to masturbate herself to sleep tonight wondering what might have been.” I started to put the key back in the ignition, but she stopped me. “No, please, don’t. I’ll do whatever you say.” With those words she began to wriggle out of her dress, all the while trying to maintain some dignity and not expose herself to anyone who might pass by. I retrieved the bag of goodies I’d assembled earlier, and throwing her dress over my arm, I got out and led the way to the door of our rented room. She hesitated a moment before following, but in a second she was next to me, naked except for a pair of shoes. I fumbled with the key a bit, to prolong her discomfort, but finally the door swung open and she bolted into the room ahead of me. Setting my bag down on the bed, I turned to look at her. Her eyes were glittering with excitement and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass with. She was panting from the adrenaline running through her system. It seemed the risk of being seen had heightened all her senses. I drank in the sight of her nakedness. I had visualized this hundreds of times, but nothing prepared me for the sight of this nubian princess standing before me in all her glory. I had seen many women in photo spreads in magazines who had nothing on this girl. I could see moisture on her pussy, testament to her arousal. She was shaved except for a narrow strip above her labia where she had her wiry pubic hair clipped short–a kind of landing strip just above her treasure. I looked lustfully at her for a long minute before I spoke. “Go to the closet area and reach up and grab the rack there. I’ll be with you in a moment.” As she turned to do my bidding, I busied myself in the bag I had brought in. I brought out two pairs of padded handcuffs and approached her. As I snapped one pair on each wrist, and the other end of each onto the clothes hanger bar, a shudder of anticipation went through her. Sweet Thing was now not going anyplace unless I freed her from captivity. “Your safe word is George Bush,” I said. “If you get freaked out, say ‘George Bush’ and the game will be over. But don’t say it unless you really want it to end, because it won’t start again-ever. This is a one-time option. Any questions?” When she shook her head no, I returned to my bag of tricks. In it I found the adjustable spreader bar I had made, and a silk scarf I intended to use as a blindfold. Covering her eyes would only serve to arouse her other senses to a higher lever of anticipation, so I began there. I’m sure she was wondering what I was doing when she heard me telescope the spreader–metal on metal makes it’s own sound. I locked it in place at a length of about three feet and proceeded to shackle her ankles with the padded ends. This left her bound in a position standing facing the “closet” area of the standard motel room, her hands shackled to the clothes hanger bar and her feet spread wide, unable to see, unable to move to any degree. In this position I knew she had to be feeling very vulnerable, and as I stood I ran my hand up her leg along her inner thigh, avoiding her juicy pussy and passing over her delectable ass. I stood behind her, my face close to her head, the whiskers of my moustache tickling her neck I whispered in her ear, “Now you’re mine. There’s not a thing you can do to stop me from doing whatever I want.” Her breathing quickened in response. Going back to my bag, I retrieved an ostrich feather and started running it along her sides, from hips to armpits, occasionally reaching around to tickle the bottoms of her breasts or her soft smooth belly. I was purposely avoiding her pussy for awhile to heighten her arousal and let the anticipation build, and it seemed to be working. She was squirming around, not trying to get away from the feather, but more in an attempt to stimulate herself, shifting her hips, trying to rub her own clit with her labia, but unable to do so because of the position I had her in. By this time, Sweet Thing was whimpering with desire and moaned “Please touch me. Let me cum now.” I slapped her on the ass. “Quiet! You are not to speak unless I give you permission! I will decide if and when you will be allowed to cum. This is what you desired and fantasized about all this time, and I am in control. If I don’t wish to let you cum, you will not cum! If I wish to go recruit a dozen men to come back here and fuck you in all your holes till you’re full of cum, that is what I will do! Do you understand?” She nodded her head. “Tell me,” I ordered. “I understand, sir.” “Do you wish to continue?” She nodded her head. I had dropped the feather by this time, having a hard time controlling my own lust. I wanted to drop my own pants and take her, sliding my rock-hard cock deep into her hot channel, but I had to maintain my composure. Reaching around her, I began to fondle her breasts, and she gasped in pleasure, throwing her head back. I stepped forward until my body was pressed up against hers and she ground her ass back into my crotch, further inflaming my own passion. My right hand crept slowly down over her belly, finding it’s own way to the promised land. When I reached her landing strip, I stopped my hand’s downward descent, not allowing her (or myself) the pleasure of clitoral stimulation. Instead, I rubbed gently around her pubis, stimulating only the general area, but stopping short of anything that would bring her off. I wanted to delay her first orgasm as long as I could, trying to make it that much more explosive when I finally did allow her to cum. All the while, Sweet Thing was grinding her beautiful ass into my crotch, giving me a kind of standing lap dance, and making it more and more difficult to control myself. I disengaged myself from her body, deciding it was time for me to cool down a bit while I contemplated what tortures to inflict on her next. Looking into my bag of tricks, there was a small assortment of dildos and a butt plug, along with a few old neckties I had tossed in. I selected the butt plug and greased it up with a small amount of the lubricant and then squeezed another glob onto my index finger. Rubbing my finger around her anus, getting it wet and slippery, elicited a moan of desire from Sweet Thing. I inserted my finger gently into her tight puckered hole and began to swirl it around, fingering her and loosening her in preparation for the plug. It was only of medium size, but no doubt it would hurt if she wasn’t properly prepared for it. I had no desire to inflict pain on her, thus all the cuffs were padded and I would use neckties instead of ropes when I tied her. I also didn’t want to leave marks that she would have to explain to her lover. When I felt she was sufficiently loosened up I removed my finger and placed the plug at the entrance to her back door. She arched her back even more, opening herself up to the invader about to enter her bowels, and I began to push it in, gradually fucking her with it, giving her a little more on each stroke as she grew accustomed to it’s size. We finally reached the widest point and it slipped all the way into her tight ass like it was suctioned in. She groaned with desire, thrusting her ass back and forth, no doubt getting some measure of satisfaction from fucking the soft plastic intruder in her own back passage. I could see her anus clenching around the base of the phallus and I knew she was squeezing her sphincter around it. By now she was beginning to perspire, possibly more turned on than she’d ever been before. “Talk to me,” I said. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I knew she did, because I could see a trickle of pussy juice making it’s way down her leg, evidence enough that she was enjoying herself. “Oh God , yes,” she exclaimed. “You’re driving me crazy! Please fuck me now! I need you in my pussy so bad!” She moaned as she heard the unmistakable sound of me unbuckling my belt, thinking I was going to give her what she asked for. A puzzled look crossed her face, though, when she heard the sound of me pulling it out of the belt loops of my jeans–now she had to be wondering if I was going to whip her with it. Instead, I took the end without the buckle and started to lightly flick it between her outstretched legs, the end reaching around to lightly slap against her clit. After only four or five slaps she was moaning loudly and on the verge of her first orgasm, and I stopped once again, leaving her hanging on the edge , just short of cumming. Reaching around her torso, I started in on her nipples again, gently pinching and rolling them between my fingers, pulling them away from her body. Her back was arched so deeply, I was afraid she might hurt herself, trying to get contact on her pussy with my body. She was panting and squirming with arousal. “Please make me cum!” she whimpered. “I’ll do anything you want, but I need to cum! Please! I need it so bad!” Deciding it was time to allow her the release she needed, I sat down on the floor, putting my head between her outstretched thighs and next to her hot pussy. I reached out with my tongue and flicked it lightly over her clit a few times, before burying it deep in her slit. My slippery tongue entered her channel of love and I curled it toward the front wall of her vagina, finding her G-spot and fucking hard against it. Sweet Thing dissolved into her orgasm almost immediately, shaking and grinding her pussy hard into my mouth. “GOD, YESSSSS!” she screamed, releasing a torrent of love juice into my mouth and down my cheeks. Her legs sagged as all the energy momentarily left her body, leaving her hanging from the cuffs on her wrist, her breathing ragged and uneven after her crashing orgasm. I got up off the floor and removed Sweet Thing’s blindfold. She blinked and squinted her eyes at the light after having them covered for so long. Next I uncuffed her hands from the bar in front of her and re-cuffed them behind her back. Leaving the spreader bar locked onto her ankles, I steadied her while she awkwardly made her way the few feet to the foot of the bed. I told her to sit there, and her legs spread lewdly as she sat with the bar holding her feet so far apart. Her pussy was still drooling it’s lubrication of lust, the labial lips inflamed and red, presenting me with a sight I’ll never forget. She looked so sexy and I was as inflamed with passion as she had been earlier. My cock was trying to burst through my jeans and I was on the verge of cumming in them. I quickly got a necktie and tied it between the handcuffs on her wrists and the bar holding her feet apart. This would prevent her from standing or leaning forward to make any contact with me as I stood in front of her. Once she was secured, I hurriedly unzipped my jeans and exposed my hard cock to her eyes. She watched me hungrily as I began to stroke myself, only inches from her face. I knew I wouldn’t last long in my aroused state, but I tried to prolong my own pleasure, as I had hers. “Let me suck you off,” she said, trying but failing in an effort to lean forward and take my member into her mouth. “I can’t let you,” I groaned. “ I promised my girlfriend I wouldn’t fuck anyone but her. If I put my dick inside of you, I’ll be breaking my promise.” All the while, I stroked myself faster and faster, on the verge of release. “OPEN YOUR MOUTH! AND DON’T MISS A DROP!” I shouted as my orgasm overtook me. Thick ropes of cum shot out of me with the force of a firehose, hitting her on the cheek first, then directly into her mouth, and finally the last few drops dribbled onto her breasts. I nearly passed out from the intensity of my release, stumbling back into the chair behind me. We both sat quietly for a few moments as I recovered. Finally she spoke. “Please untie me so I can give you the fuck we both need and deserve. We’ve been good long enough.” I shook my head. “I can’t do it, baby. Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, but if I do what I really want to do, that is. It doesn’t mean we can’t have some more fun, though.” She looked at me in disbelief, unwilling to believe that I would turn down her offer. I got slowly to my feet and once again went to my bag of goodies, returning with a long thick dildo and evil ideas. Her eyes widened when she saw the implement I intended to impale her with, but they had an eagerness in them as well. I held it up to her lips and told her to get it wet, and she complied diligently. I pushed her back into a lying position and began to run the phallus along her wet gash, prior to working it inside. I had a front row view of her pussy opening to accept the oversize dong, taking more into her on each slow stroke. The thickness of the plastic dick stretched her lips tightly around the girth, her pussy clinging to it on each outstroke. She was moaning and throwing her head from side to side, pleading with me to fuck her harder and deeper. I obliged her requests, letting her have the full length on each stroke, knowing the butt plug still in her ass would contribute to her feeling extra full. Very soon she was cumming again, grunting and crying out how good it felt. At that point I applied my tongue to her clit to take her over the top, not stopping until she’d cum three times in quick succession. Bound To Be Good Sweet Thing was as limp as a rag doll as I unbuckled the spreader bar from her ankles. The image will forever be etched in my brain how she looked lying there, her legs spread wide to my gaze, her pussy gaping open where the dildo had been, juices from her lust draining from within. I have never seen such a sexy sight. When she recovered, I removed the cuffs from her wrists. While she put herself back together, I gathered my tools and toys. As I dropped her off at her car, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks,” she said, “for the best sex I never had.” Bound To Be Loved The light summer breeze, wafting in through the open window, makes me aware that only my thin panties shield me from total nudity as I kneel tied arm and leg to the soft, deep blue velvet club chair in the living room. A chill runs along my spine, more from anticipation as to what you are planning to do me than from any cooling breeze on my skin. I know you had threatened to pay me back for the night I tied you to the bed and bedeviled you with massage oil and ice, but I never thought that you, the sweetest and gentlest of all my lovers, actually would do it That is not until the moment you grabbed my wrist and quickly tied me to the chair with one of the scarves you had hidden under the sofa. I can hear you in the bedroom, happily humming to yourself as you open drawers. Twisting my head around, I try to see for myself what you are doing, but I can't see a thing. "What are you doing?" I ask, trying to sound more nonchalant than I actually feel. "Just getting some things I need." Your voice is so cheerful as you gather your tools for the evening. "Hey! No peeking!" "Okay. I can't see a thing anyway." Behind me I hear a clatter of things being dropped onto the coffee table. Then a soft brush of fingertips trail down my spine, followed by the warmth of your breath at my ear. "Don't worry baby. I'm not going to hurt you. But you know teasing me the other night got me to thinking. And it's always dangerous when I start to think too much." Laughing at you. "Oh yeah, you're a real tough guy." "Tough enough for you sweetheart. Believe me, you'll be begging me before this night is over." "Yeah, right. Don't hold your breath." Receiving nothing but a chuckle for an answer, the pressure of your chest against my back is suddenly gone. But almost instantaneously I can feel a feathery sensation on the back of my legs. A sweep of something that feels like dozens of little fingers barely brushes against the back of my calves and then up the sensitive flesh on the inner aspect of my thighs. It's a nearly unbearable sensation as it crawls up higher, closer to my silk covered cunt lips. Enjoyable in the perverse way that sensation can be when it hovers at that fine line between pleasure and pain. Crossing over that line is so easy and I find myself holding my breath anticipating, waiting to see if the pleasure becomes frankly unbearable. Waiting, while the tell tales signs of my arousal start to build. Wondering if you can sense that I am starting to enjoy this slow agony as my flesh responds to your touches, almost against my will. I can feel the pleasure in my nipples as they rub against the upholstery of the chair, and the heavy dull ache beginning to build in my cunt as it starts to expand and moisten. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I feel the feathers (at least I think they are feathers) brush against my panty covered nether region. I don't want you to know just how much I am actually enjoying this. But I fear that I won't be able to conceal my body's betrayal for much longer. There are times I wish I could have more control of my responses. As I let my thoughts wander on my own shortcomings, I hear your voice intruding, as if from far away. "Well what do you think of my new feather duster? Do you like?" "It's okay." Trying my best to sound detached and uninterested. Laughing at me."It's more than just okay with you. Your ass is waving back and forth like a flag in the wind. If I slipped my fingers inside your panties wouldn't they come out all covered in your juices? You would like that wouldn't you? My fingers in your wet cunt, fingering you, making you cum all over my hand?" "Oh yeah, I would love that. But so would you." Undulating my ass side to side, trying to beckon you to finger me. Your voice is soft in contrast to the roughness of your words."You greedy bitch. Did you really think that I would fall for that simple trick of yours? Not tonight doll. Tonight you're just going to have to wait until I say it's okay for you to cum. That is, if I decide to let you cum. I might decide to get myself off and just leave you here waiting for more." "You couldn't be that mean to me. I know you, you can't deny me." Suddenly you come around the chair and lift my chin up with your fingers. Your green eyes are blazing, deeper in color then I ever saw them before. "Don't tempt me, I will leave you here all night, if you aren't a good girl." Laughing coyly. "I'm always good." "Don't be so cocksure. You're awful close to the edge now." "I'm not THAT close." "Just be quiet. I have things to do." Deciding that I have better take your advice and just be quiet for a moment, I lay my head down on the back of the chair and close my eyes for a moment. As I wait I think that this may be a long night. It seems that you are determined to do with me whatever you want to and I really don't have much choice in the outcome. But as frustrating as it is, this is also terribly exciting. It's strangely calming to realize that I have nothing to do, that I just have to surrender my will to yours. And the anticipation is starting to get to me. "Sit up! Right NOW!" Snapping out of my thoughts at your shout, I sit up so that my breasts rest on the top of the back cushion. You reach for them, cupping them in your hands. The thumbs teasing my sensitive nipples, making them stand up and out. I can see how their shape changes from flat pale pink rounds, to a deep pink, pointed and hard. Ummm, how I love the way your hands move over me, exciting me, the pleasure beginning in my peaked nipples and then moving down to my cunt as that wonderful heavy ache begins between my thighs. My eyes close as you pull and pinch my nipples lightly between your thumb and forefingers, rolling them together. Sighing with pleasure as you tease me, I can feel my clit starting to swell, aware suddenly of a pleasant low key throb begining in me, timed to the beats of my heart. As you pull your hands away from me, I moan. As I look to see why you have stopped, I see something shiny between your fingers. "Keep your eyes closed. Just feel." "Ummmm…What is it? "I thought I told you to be quiet and just feel. Stop being so damm curious about everything." I can feel you lift my right breast in your hand, pulling it upward towards you. "OW! Hey don't pinch so hard!" I shout as I try to pull back from the fingers that have my nipple in a vise like grip. Opening my eyes I can see its not fingers, but a tiny sliver clamp attached to my right nipple. There is a chain connecting it to another clamp. As quick as I take this all in, you open the pinchers on the other clamp and slip it over my left nipple. Oh god I can't believe how much it hurts. I look into your eyes as tears well up in mine. I can see how your emerald eyes blaze with fun and amusement at my surprise. But as you look at me, your hands reach out to stroke the undersides of my breasts in a slow gentle manner. Your touch calms me, and in few moments I feel the pain fading and being replaced by a steady pressure that is not as much painful as it is more a throbbing ache. Dropping to your knees in front of me brings your mouth level with my breasts. I lean forward to give your lips better access to my nipples, but instead you catch the chain between your teeth. I watch fascinated as you tug at slender chain, alternating the pressure between the nipples, first the right and then the left. Each pull is a ghostly reminder of the painful first seconds when you placed the clamps on me. Now it's no longer painful. In fact it's starting to feel like a fire in my nipples and each playful tug of the chain is sending jolts of red hot pleasure racing through me and ending in my clit. Sighing, I feel the excitement that had subsided in me begin to grow again. I am so aware of the sensation racing through me, the fire in the tips of my breasts, the expanding of my cunt, the wetness starting to flow out of me. My clit feels enormous, engorged and so very sensitive against the silk of my panties. I can feel how hard it is sliding inside my panties, as I rub my nub gainst the back cushion. "STOP THAT!!" ou shout at me. Startled out of my reverie, I see you stand, a look of dark anger on your face. Suddenly you move around to the back of the chair. Grabbing the elastic at the back of the thin panties, I feel it ripping away from my body. "I told you that tonight I was in charge of all the pleasure you feel. You are not going to get yourself off by masturbating on the chair. You will be punished for this. Right NOW." THAWK I flinch as you administer a stinging, open handed slap across the cheeks of my ass. THAWK Another, harder slap this time. THAWK Again, I can feel the heat as each successive slap lands square across my rump. THAWK, THAWK, THAWK. I notice the warmth generated by the spanking spreading throughout my pelvis. THAWK. You stand there, regarding me solemnly."I think I'd better stop this now. Punishment isn't really punishment, when you start to enjoy it." "You think I LIKE this?" "I know you do. I can see in the way you're waving your rear at me like a matador waving a red cloak at a bull. What's more I bet, let me see here…." As your voice trails off, I can your hand slipping between my thighs and coming up to cup my entire pussy in the palm of your hand. Sighing as your fingers slide over my outer lips, parting me easily with the tip of your index finger. Leaning over my back, I can feel your breath warm against my neck as you continue to let your fingers roam over the folds of my lips. "See, you greedy slut, I was right. You're soaking wet. Right now all you are thinking of is how much you would love to feel my fingers slide into you, fucking you. Am I right?" A strangled whisper escapes against my will. "Yes." "What? I couldn't make that out?" As I feel one of your fingers poised at the entrance of my vagina. "Yes, please". "Please what?" As you probe around at the entrance of my cunt. "Please fuck me." I plead. Pushing back against your fingers, trying to push them in, where I know that they will do so much good. Your amusement at my plight is so apparent in your voice. "No way, not yet. I want you really ready for this. Your not nearly excited enough for what I have planed for you." As you speak I feel your fingers being pulled away. A wave of indigent anger washes over me as I feel the frustration of being left wanting so much more. Harsh, bitter words rush unbidden to my lips. "Your not being nice you know. You're being a bastard. You think your being so dammed manly by doing this to me? Is that it?" THAWK. "SHUT UP" Suddenly you are back around the chair, standing before me. I watch you as you quickly strip off your clothes. As your your clothes dropl to the floor, I can see that I am not the only one in the room who is excited. Your cock is jutting straight out, hard and swollen. Your eyes are closed as you stand inches away from my face, stroking yourself lightly. My hands stain against the bonds that are holding me fast to the chair, wanting nothing more to reach out and touch you. Opening your eyes, you look at me and I know you can read the naked lust and need that is mirrored in my face. I want so to be able to touch you, to run my hands over you, to cup your balls in my palms, to stroke your cock between my hands. Your expression changes to one of, well, almost compassion, as you look deeply into my eyes. Stepping closer to me, your cock grasped lightly in your hand, you hold it in front of me so I can watch you. You guide the head of your hard prick so that it lightly touches my cheek, letting your hand glide the soft head across my face, down the bridge of my nose, over my eyelids, down the side of my neck and brushing across my chin to lips, leaving trails of pre-cum over my face. As you continue to massage my face, you start to murmur, gently speaking. "I'm not doing this to harm you or to hurt you. But you must learn to obey me when I tell you to. I have a plan for you tonight and I will not be dissuaded from it, no matter how hard you beg me or whimper or complain. I told you I am the one who is in control. You have no choice but to do just as I say." As you are speaking your other hand has found the silver chain hanging between my nipples and as if to emphasize each point you make you give it a short tug. Each tug in turn sends a shiver from my nipples to my cunt as I me groan involuntarily. Your cock is now resting against my lips, I open them, taking little licks over the tip of the swollen head. Letting my lips close over it, sucking you in as you start to respond, you respond to me by pushing it in a bit. Opening my mouth wider, I pull you in deeper with my lips. I hear a sigh of pleasure from you as your hands clasp the back of head, your fingers tangling in my curls as you pull me onto your hardness. Slowly you begin to thrust your hips forward in past my lips. Your cock is now harder than I can ever remember it being before. As you slide in and out, I let my teeth scrap lightly along the shaft as my tongue follows, wetly soothing any hurt areas. Remembering how much you like it, I clamp my lips down tightly just below the head, as you pull almost out, and hold you there, just inside, as my tongue flickers wildly around the head. As my tongue begins to trace the veins standing out in relief, I can feel your cock begin to throb against my lips as the aching need in my cunt throbs in time. With a groan you pull completely out of my mouth. Watching you standing before me, your hardness glazed with the moisture from my mouth, I know I have a dazed look in my eyes. You voice snaps me to attention as your hand in my hair pulls my face up to look into yours. "Oh, you are such a bad girl. You really do think you can get your way with me? You wanted nothing more a second ago than to feel my cock pumping cum down your throat, didn't you?" "Well… I…" Jerking my head slightly. "Didn't YOU?" I can barely whisper my reply. "Yes." "You're learning, but not quite fast enough. I will fill you with my cum, eventually. But only when I am ready to, and not a moment before." With a gentle caress of the back of your hand on my cheek, you move away from the chair and come around to the back of me again. I can feel your fingers, strong and lean, separating my lips, opening me wide. My sweet gentle lover's voice is gone, replaced with this rougher version of yourself. "You are so wet, you greedy slut. Feel how my fingers slip all over this cunt? You're dripping juice down your thighs. I can smell how much you want me to fuck you rght now." As you continue to tell me what a wet cunt I am, your fingers appear in front of my lips, glistening with my own moisture. "Taste yourself. Lick 'em dry. See how turned on you are?" Taking your offering, my lips wrap around your fingers, sucking the salty yet sweet mixture from them in a faint recall of the way I was sucking on your cock just moments ago. As I continue to lick, you lean against me, fitting your chest to my back, your pelvis tucking in underneath mine, your cock gliding back and forth against my wet sex and your voice, cool and detached, whispers in my ear. "This is what you really want you know. You always want it. This is what it always comes down to with you. You're such a cock hungry cunt. Just the idea that I can fill your pussy with my dick gets you off. Look at you, you want it so bad, your cunt is so needy, so wet, needing me to fill you up. Can you hear yourself, whimpering, trying get me inside this greedy bitch cunt of yours? What will you do to get it?" As your voice whispers in my ear, your breath is so warm and the tenision in your voice matches the tension in my body as you move your cock head to the entrance of my cunt, letting the tip just rest there, pushing forward a tiny bit, just enough to tempt me, tease me. "Tell me baby, just what will you do to show me that you will mind me from now on? " I can feel my cunt starting to close around you. I want it so much, more than that, I need your cock in me. A strangled cry erupts from my throat. "Anything. I will do anything you want. Just fuck me now. Please, FUCK ME." The only response I get is a low chuckle. "Is this what you want?" I feel you push yourself just a fraction more into my wet channel. "Is it?" Your voice low and insistent. "Yes." Now whimpering with the need that is consuming me, a pleading tone enters my voice. "Please, oh please give it to me." Pushing back at you, trying to impale myself on that hardness. All I can think of now is how much I want to be filled with that tantalizing hot cock. "No! Your not really ready for it." Your voice low and harsh as you whisper in my ear. I feel you slide your cock back out of me, and carress the swollen lips of my pussy with the shaft, pushing it back and forth, relentlessly teasing me, each movement driving me crazy, making me aware of how much I want and just how much I need to cum. "My god you are so wet, so slick. Your dying to get my hard dick in you. I can feel you quivering, just hanging there, so ready to cum when I decide you will. All it's going to take is a couple of hard thrusts and you will be over the edge cumming all over my cock, won't you my sweet lil cock hungry slut? If I give you the dicking you want so much now, will you remember that you are mine? That as much as I love fucking you my sexy bitch, that I am the one who is in charge now?" "Oh god. Please." Shouting loudly, grabbing me by the hair and turning my face to look directly at you. "Say it! Tell me!" Giving in, having no more will to restrain myself in the face of your assault on my nerves and senses. All I want is your cock. All I want is you. You, fucking me. Sobbing out my need, tears streaming down my face. "Yes I am yours. I'll do anything you want. Just please fuck me now." One hard thrust and finally you are all the way inside of me.You are hard as steel, but it's steel encased in velvet, filling me with pleasure as i feel my pussy engulf you. Your cock stretchs me wide as you grab my hips, guiding me hard and fast onto you. Back and forth, the need and desire quickly building to a fever point. The spiraling sensation that signals my orgasm peaking. Starting to thrash from side to side, my back arching against your chest. The animal need and desire taking over as I begin to spasm wildly around your cock, cumming in intense waves of pure pleasure, pure ectacsy. Unitelligble moans of joy erupt, unbidden, from my throat. As I continue to ride the crest of my orgasm, I hear you, like a distant roar in my head, growling as you grow even harder in me. "Oh jeze baby your cunt is on fire. So hot." As you slam your cock in me, pushing hard for your own peak. Finally stopping for a second as you start to pulse with your own climax, spilling your cum deep into me, then thrusting deep once more and finally holding me tight on your cock as you empty the last of yourself into me. "Arrgggh. Cumming in you babe. So hard. Hot. Yes!" Your body collapses against me, both of us breathing hard and ragged, our bodies slick with sweat from the exhertion. I am dazed at the total intensity of what has just passed. My mind is numb and disjointed as the pleasurable glow of perfect satisfaction grows in my body and heart. For a long moment nothing is said, nothing needs to be said as you hold me tight. Finally you grow soft and slip out of my wetness. With a kiss on the nape of my neck I feel a cool breeze of air move over me again, as the warmth of your chest covering my back disappears. I can feel your hands on my ankles, removing the ties that bind me and then moving on to lossen the ties at my wrists. You lift me in your arms and carry me to the sofa. Wrapping a soft fleece blanket around my body, you hold me tightly in your arms. Now I have my sweet, gentle lover back. Kisses from your lips on my neck and shoulders warm my soul. Your voice is now once again honey soft and silky sweet. Bound To Be Loved "I love you baby. You just have to remember who the boss is from now on." Enjoying this moment of tenderness, cuddled deep in your arms. I watch the soft glow in your eyes as you lean down to kiss me tenderly. "I know. I have to be a good girl from now on." "Thats right sweetheart, just be a good girl and I won't have to be treat you this way ever again." Smiling, as the gentle breeze from the windown cools my heated body down, I sigh and begin thinking of new ways to be bad. Bound to be Surprised I had been dating Suzzanna for a few months and things in our relationship, and sex life, were very exciting and fresh. She was an exceptionally good-looking woman. She sun bathed nude so her essential were all bronzed from the warm Florida sunshine. She is a bright and witty woman and full of adventure. The kind of woman that brings home literature about white water rafting, rock climbing, sky diving and so on. Her adventurous nature wasn't only for activities out of bed; she was more uninhibited than any woman I had been with. She was never afraid to try knew things and she always encouraged me to do the same. She was very prone to giving me lots of attention in the bedroom. Her oral delights were beyond compare. She craved it, she could suck my cock for the longest time, and then get behind me and tongue my ass. She loved to ride me while I lay on my back. She had finally, with lots of encouragement, gotten me to eat her pussy after I had cum inside her. I didn't like it at first, but after I got used to it, I wanted to do every time we had sex. The one thing she had brought into our sex life that had been a truthfully eye opening experience was the night she did me with a strapon dildo. She knew I loved to have toys inside me but I had never actually been taken like I to take her. We had entertained ourselves with some light bondage and spankings. I loved to be spanked while she did me from behind with her strapon. Anyhow, this one particular Friday evening she announced she had a special surprise for me that night. I tired to pry it out of her, but she held her ground. She had prepared a nice light meal for dinner, saying she didn't want me to be so full I couldn't enjoy the delights she had in store for me. After we finished dinner, and I had done the dishes, she asked me to leave the house for a little bit while she got everything ready. I asked how long and she said thirty minutes should be fine. I left the house more curious than ever, drove around town for a while unable to think of anything other than what she might be planning. For the life of me, I had no clue. When I arrived home, I found the house completely dark. No outside lights and just a glimmer shinning through the rear window. I immediately panic thinking she had been playing a game on me, and that she had left. My heart had sunk. I opened the front door and stepped in. I heard her soft sexy voice from the back of the house. She asked me to take off all of my clothes and come to the bedroom. My heart began to race again and I quickly disrobed and walked to the back of the house. As I got closer to the room, I could see the flickering light of candles burning. I walked into the room and could see Suzzanna lying on the bed in an outfit I didn't recognize. I could also make out that several items were on the bed but had no idea what they were. She slithered off the bed, walked over to me, pressed her body against mine, and tenderly kissed my lips to assure me that everything would be ok. I could smell the scent of the candles, but the scent of leather was in the room as well. Suzzanna was wearing a shinny new latex corset that showed off her perfect breasts, and matching pair of thigh high boots with long pointy heal. She looked awesome but also a little intimidating. She whispered in my ear that she had some wicked ideas of things she wanted to do with me, and if I were man enough she would like to begin. Unknowing of what she had in store; I just chuckled, and said let the games begin. She told me to lie in the middle of the bed. I'm not foolish, so I did exactly as she asked. She walked to the edge of the bed, took my arm, and raised it to the headboard. She had a leather strap tied to the headboard that she quickly tied to my wrist. She walked to the other side of the bed and did the same to my other arm. Once my arms were bound, she announced that I was hers to do with as she pleased. I remember thinking that's fine with me. The last thing I saw was her picking something up off the bed. It was a wide piece of dark cloth. She tied it around head covering my eyes. I couldn't see anything; no light was getting through. A little fear started to set in. She then began to gently caress something over my body; my guess is it was feather. When she touched my cock, it would spring up from the light sensations. She was asking me if I had any idea what she was going to do. Of course, I replied I had no idea. She knelt down and gently licked my swollen cock and I writhed with pleasure to feel her warm wet tongue on my very excited organ. I love to feel her mouth on my cock. She licked and licked never touching the tip. She would lick and suck my balls and down the crack of my ass. Flicking her tongue over my ass hole and back up the underside of my cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. After several minutes, I could feel a puddle of precum forming on my belly. She took her fingers, pushed my cock to the side, and smeared the slippery stuff all over her fingers. Once her fingers were completely coated, she brought her hand to my face. I could smell the scent of my juices and knew she wanted me to taste it. I instinctively opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out searching for the wet fingers. I found her fingers, and licked and sucked on them until they were cleaned off. She had stopped playing with my cock and it laid there on my belly hard as rock aching for relief. Then I could feel her climbing on the bed near my head. She lowered herself down closer and closer to my face. I could smell her sweet aroma and was anxious to taste her. I met her pussy on the way down and my tongue darted inside her wet hole. She gently worked her hips back and forth as I licked her hole and manipulated her clit with my tongue. She would occasionally bring her tight little sphincter near my tongue so I could tongue it also. After several minutes, she changed her position so she would face my cock. I continued to feast on her tasty snatch as she opened a bottle of slippery sex lotion. She squeezed some onto my cock and let it run down my ass. She used her fingers to knead it into my ass hole loosening me up. Purposely ignoring my throbbing cock, she began to work her fingers in and out of ass. Once she had me relaxed and willing to accommodate something larger she picked up a rather large dildo from the bed and pressed it against my ass hole and it began to slide in. She slowly worked it in and out of ass. I was so excited that I was grinding my hips back against it so I could take more of it. I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy to show my appreciation for what she was doing. Several minutes went by with her fucking my ass with that dildo when she started bucking and grinding her hips against my mouth. I knew she was going to cum. She exclaimed, "eat my pussy". I flicked her clit as hard and fast I could and she started to cum. Moaning and screaming as she poured her juices all over my face. When she had stopped cumming, she scooted her body forward so she was sitting on my chest. I still had that dildo in my ass, and she was working it slowly. Then she took each of my legs, raised them up, and hooked them under her arms. This really opened my backside. She removed the dildo from my ass, and I began to wonder what she planned to do now. A few seconds later I felt something else get on the bed. My heart raced, but there was nothing I could do, I was tied and Suzzanna was sitting on my chest. I felt something warm and slippery press against my ass hole. I asked Suzzanna what she was doing and she told me to shut up and take it. Before I could say anything, it started to be forced inside my ass. It felt huge, but it also felt good. It didn't take me long to realize that another man was in bed with us and he was putting his cock inside my ass. I could hear kissing and knew he was kissing my girlfriend while he was taking my ass. I was a bit angry, but also very excited. Afraid to admit it, but his cock sliding in and out of my ass felt really good. He had a nice gentle pace and his rhythm allowed him to use all of his cock, all of the way in and then all of the way out. Suzzanna finally released my legs and they feel down beside this anal intruder, but he quickly raised them up to his shoulders and continued to work his cock in my ass. Suzzanna slid off of me and got off of the bed. Moments later I felt somebody else climbing onto the bed. This person straddled my chest. As this person was positioning himself, Suzzanna was telling me to take what ever is offered to my mouth. As she was saying that I felt something brush across my face. The man that was kneeling over me his cock pointed at my face reached down and lifted my head so that the tip of his cock was resting on my lips. I parted my lips and tasted his cock with my tongue. The first time I have ever tasted a man's cock. It wasn't a bad taste and I began to run my tongue along his tip, and under his shaft. His precum was oozing out of the tip and I lapped at it with my tongue. It tasted like mine and I liked it. After several minutes, I got bold enough to try to take it in my mouth. I opened my mouth and let it find it's way in, closing my lips around it. What a feeling to have a hard meaty cock in my mouth. I tried to slide my mouth back and forth on his swollen cock but I had a hard time because of being tied on my back. The man whose cock was fucking my face held my head and slowly worked his cock back and forth, in and out of my hot wet mouth. The other man had his cock pistoning in and out of my ass and I was really losing myself with this experience. It was completely incredible, a big thick cock fucking my ass while I sucked on another. I would have never guessed this would happen tonight. Suzzanna was asking me how I liked what was happening, but I could only gasp for air with this big cock in my mouth. She laughed and said, "looks like you like it". These men were very good at what they did and had incredible control. They simultaneously fucked their respective orifices for several minutes. Then Suzzanna said she wanted for both of the men to cum. I became a little concerned then but I had no choice but to receive whatever was going to happen to me. Both men quickened their paces. An absolute euphoria rushed over me as I felt thoroughly taken and out of control. I could hear the man that was pounding his cock up my ass breathing very hard and I knew he was about to explode inside my ass. He leaned forward, drove his cock all of the way in, and then let out a deep moan and I knew he was starting. He grabbed my hips and fucked his big cock as hard and fast as he could as he pumped his hot load of cum into my ass. He continued to pound my ass squirting his slippery goo with each stroke into my hungry ass. I started to gasp for air and moan loudly but the man whose cock was in my mouth was sounding as though he was also close to cumming. He held me head firm and fucked his prick into my mouth. I wanted his cum, I couldn't believe it, but I wanted his cum in my mouth. A few seconds later he said he was going to cum. Suzzanna told him to cum in my mouth. With that I felt the first big stream of his warm sperm enter my mouth. I didn't like the taste immediately but as more came into my mouth, I began to become more accustomed to the taste. He kept cumming and cumming, his salty jism filling my cheeks and I knew I had to swallow it before I choked on it. I started to swallow as I continued to suck more out of his cock. After a short time he stopped cumming and pulled his sensitive cock from my lips grasp. Both men got up from the bed and said their thanks to Suzzanna. I didn't recognize either voice. Then they said their good byes and left the room. Suzzanna came over to the bed and whispered in my ear how proud of me she was, and that she would tend to my swollen neglected cock. She lowered her mouth to my cock and took it inside. She slid me back and forth inside her warm wet mouth, and used her fingers to probe my cum filled ass. She started sucking hard and had several fingers working in and out of my ass. I knew I couldn't last, and began to empty my load into her mouth. She sucked me until my cock spent. Then she came up and untied my arms, and untied my blindfold. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her to me so I could kiss her. Our lips met and we began to kiss. I used my tongue to find the inside of her mouth and as her lips parted a flood of cum rushed into my mouth. We continued to kiss for several minutes playing with the cum with our tongues. Of course I ended up with most of it in my mouth, and had to swallow it as well. This was a night I won't soon forget.