4 comments/ 21548 views/ 7 favorites Hands on the Wall By: Daflinger Chapter 1 We would have dined, you would know me by now and there would be an element of trust between us. The atmosphere in the crowded restaurant will have been charged with sexual energy - our energy. Feels like we are alone but we aren't. I will have told you how the night was going to unravel and you would be excited already. Our heads would be close across a small table and my hand would be on your knee underneath. I would be speaking quietly to you while teasing just inside your knee with my fingers. You would be eagerly listening to what I am about to do to you at home, subconsciously, your legs are easing apart right there in the restaurant. "Before we leave the restaurant, I want you to make your way to the bathroom and remove your panties" I propose. The 'hands on the wall rule' requires access under your dress and I don't want this job done at home. You are to return from the bathroom and hand your panties to me subtly over the table so I know you are keen. We will drive to my place after desert. I will hold onto your underwear" You are nodding at me and our foreheads are almost meeting over the table. It is very intimate and I can see you are keen for events so far. You stand to leave for the bathroom but I place my hand on yours and say "wait, there are more rules" You quietly sit down again and smiling, ask "oh". I say "yes" meeting your smile with my own and staring into your eyes I continue. "You may talk on the way home as normal and be as normal to that point, but when we get home things will change" You frown a little but I continue - reassuringly holding your eyes with mine. When we are in my home you play by my rules. It is my intention to torture you with pleasure. There are several elements to this but none more important than your obedience." I can see that you are concerned but intrigued as well, with one raised eye brow. For reassurance I tell you that you will not be forced into anything you don't want to do or situations that are over the top. You can also have a key word. The key word means stop immediately. After I reassure you, together we come up with the word 'tigerprawn' which just happened to be on the menu at restaurant... You can use this word any time and what ever is being done is stopped and you are free to back out, rest, re arrange etc until you are comfortable to continue. I explain this and you nod, and then you excuse yourself for the bathroom. When you return you have a look on your face that points to a quirky confidence mixed with anticipation and adventure. I can see scrunched up in one of your hands the tiny red fabric of requirements/permission for the night to continue as I planned. You sit back down opposite me and I imagine the lack of fabric under your dress and the sensations you must be feeling... I'm getting quite a 'hard to hide' bulge of anticipation myself and tell you as you tentatively hand me your little red handful over the table. I hold them between my hands and gently hold them to my face and can smell and feel your excitement already. I tuck them in my trouser pocket and order a small desert for us to share so I can think of prime numbers while I eat and make myself respectable enough to walk out of the restaurant with you. My bulge would be an embarrassing give away of my excitement.... When we leave, I pay the bill and we walk arm in arm out to the car. I feel a lot of eyes on us and you feel them also. This combined with the draft you can feel, the anticipation and new sensations down there under the dress are thrilling you. We walk to a lightly lit part of the car park, still arm in arm. As we get to the passenger side of the car, your door, I swing you around to face me, gently but firmly. I press you back against the side of the car with my body. Immediately you can feel how much I want you. it is obvious and I don't try to hide it. We start kissing, our first time and it is so passionate and intense. Our mouths are locked and hungry and we are groaning out with the intensity of what we want to do and feel. You can feel my hardness down there and are pushing your groin back toward mine and enjoying the pressure there as much as I am. Your hands are moving around my shoulders and over my neck while I explore as much of your body as I can without breaking our kiss. I am grinding you into the side of the car. Despite being fully (well mostly) clothed the sensations throughout are so intense. I pull your bum away from the car and we stand up straight. With both hands behind you I begin to scrunch your dress up . As we continue to kiss you can feel the gentle wind caressing higher and higher up the backs of your legs... The sensation and increasing passions are fantastic, as is the kissing You are going to be teased to the edge of screaming. You can feel my hardness there, bulging against my fly and against your mound You can feel the breeze whispering between your thighs as I bunch the back of your dress in my hands. I reach down, breaking our kiss and run my right hands' finger nails, up the back of your right leg from behind the knee... It feels electric and you moan while kissing and biting my neck I flatten my nails so the prints of my fingers are lightly running up and down your inner thigh and the curve of your ass. IT feels so good, you angle your knee outward so access to your pussy area is easier, like an invitation. I keep playing with my right hand, up and around your ass, just teasingly close to your mound but never touching it. My right hand has your dress bunched in it and I am lifting it higher. You are so engrossed in what we are doing that you don't care that your ass and legs are waving in the wind and your pussy is trying to get some form of friction from the fabric and bulge in my pants. Your breath shortens and gets gasped and you stutter to me "for god sake, touch me there, put something in me, fuck me do it here now" I lean away and tell you firmly "this is my game and it's only the beginning, be patient it'll be worth it". I put my hand under the inside of your thigh near your knee and lift your leg of the ground. I push my bulge lightly against your needing mound and you whisper "yes..." I reply quietly 'no' and move slowly away. You almost lose your balance and with a frustrated pout look at me while I unlock the car door. I open it for you and motion to climb in. I grasp you by your upper arm and mention that "there is one thing to do before we go." "I need your mouth on my cock for exactly a minute as an indicator for your commitment to the rest of the night" You look anxious as there are people milling and wandering nearby. I explain how we will do it and not be exposed. I open the door and you are instructed to kneel in the area on the floor of the passenger area. I like the way you nod and smile - excited by the hidden fun we are trying to pull off. Unzipping my fly I pull the door closed leaving me standing out side with my inflamed, engorge member straining against my silk boxers. You are kneeling down below the window line and I move forward so the front of me is inside the door and my back is outside. This obscures anyone looking, from seeing any one. You are still a bit nervous but I tell you "the one minute starts when I am in your mouth". I offer an extra challenge, "if you can make me come in that time I will lick you out for an hour and the other rewards will be immeasurable" You smile at me with this and I can see that you are keen and willing to take on the challenge. I stand there and can feel you move the front of my underwear to the side. I hear you mutter something about "not bad" or some such and feel your hands stroke my length. I can't help but quiver and then I feel your tongue. I almost explode there and then but there is too much at stake and I want to tease you for along time yet, this is just the start. I feel your tongue run the length of my cock from the base of my balls to the tip. As I feel your lips slip over my tip I almost blow and barely remember to start the watch. You take to the task so well and are determined to make me lose it within the minute. I have both my hands out on the roof of the car and the thrill and sensations are amazing as I watch people go by and feel you bobbing on my shaft and tip. God, it's amazing! I am so impressed with your efforts that I can't help but feel you should be rewarded for the rest of the night. You hear the beep of the watch pass the time that the one min is up, but you carry on hoping that I am nearly there and might still sneak an hour of my tongues treatment on you. It's not going to be that on this occasion for you. I reach down and brush your ear with my hand and ask you to stop, saying 'thank you, it's my turn again' You look up with a smile that is all keen anticipation. I am by now like a rock and getting the zip over myself is amusing to us both. I make my way around to the driver's door while you get in a normal seated position. You smile at me and we have a little laugh at what we've been up to. People have probably figured it out but who cares...? As I start the car I tell you "it's a 15 min drive to my place and I want you to have cum at least once before you leave the car". I tell you that "you are not to touch yourself and to follow my instructions very carefully or there will be consequences" you smile again and nod like a cheeky school girl. My bulge and smile give away how turned on I am. We get on to the motorway and straight roads that lead to my place and I offer the next instructions. You are to lift your dress up and expose your pussy so I can reach it. When you have bunched your dress behind your back you are to lean back and trap it there with your back against the seat to stop it slipping down and covering you up again. You do this and feel a little uncomfortable having your beautiful mound there for me to see and so vulnerable. I reassure you "Don't worry - you will enjoy - I promise you" I then tell you to place your hands behind your head and to keep them there. So there you are stretched out in the passenger seat of my car, your lovely mound out for me to see, at the edge of the seat, being illuminated on and off by the various motorway lights as we speed along toward my home. It is hard to drive with that kind of distraction and I take it easy on the throttle so we don't draw any attention. I don't want to have to describe your uncovered look to any authorities... Hands on the Wall Ch. 02 Please note. This is a straight continuation from part 1 and will not make sense in it's own right. Please read "Hands on the wall" first. I am finding that feed back is very welcome and helpful. Thanks, on with the story. This is not particularly hard BDSM, so perhaps less mental anguish and less domination than some might like. Hopefully a rollicking good read. Let me know ... I deliberately haven't tried to touch you in the car for the first few minutes. I do exchange hungry glances your way and you are staring at my crotch, where, there is no way I could hide my excitement. I say to you "put your left foot up on the dash board." You do this without delay and a smile, probably thinking "big deal." You settle there and look comfortable and so close to irresistible. If we weren't doing around 100kmph and I wasn't so disciplined I could unzip, lean over and have you right there in a clumsy frenzy. Quickly and hard. I don't, because I am disciplined and I want to see you teased. Wanting to be the one to tease you to pinnacles of delight and frustration combined. Your smile makes me smile to myself. I reach over and turn on the air conditioning. The blast is a shock, especially for you and where the current of air is blowing. You almost leap off the seat as the icy air blasts past your thighs and right at your exposed pussy. The shock is a real fright but I admire the way you don't drop your hands. I calmly tell you "stop squirming and hold still" and to "Let the air in and enjoy." You are biting your bottom lip and trying to get some form of friction on your pussy to combat the mixture of delight and discomfort from the air. I love it and am almost coming in my pants next to you, while trying to keep the car steady on the road. You start to move your left knee in to stop the air on you and obscure my wonderful view. I reach over and you feel my hand on your knee. It feels like a hot iron with the passion heated blood pumping through me and the contrast of the cold air being blasted at your damp parts. I gently pull your knee back toward me and you groan out quite loudly. You are behaving so well and playing the game, I couldn't be happier. I am waiting for you to trip up however with a trivial mistake that I can punish suitably. I hold your legs apart for a minute or so and let the icy air current try to find its way into you. I start to firmly run my hand down your thigh, from your knee toward your yearning pussy. You lean your head back and are obviously hoping for a warm and hard contrast to the cold conditioning I have been sending your way. As my hand makes it's way toward your beautifully manicured mound I reduce the pressure on your leg and by half way there, you can barely feel anything from my contact. As I get to within, inches of your, by now, slightly glistening pussy lips, you can barely feel my fingers and are trying to lift your self off the seat to feel more pressure. I tell you to "remain seated until the carriage has drawn to a complete halt", in an attempt at humor complimented by excitement in the moment. With my left hand (not my best but the only one available - while driving,) I continue to tease you. Up and down the inside of your thighs. Scratching with fingers, lightly then hard, all the while taking great care not to even brush a single pussy hair. I've turned the air con down a little but now your body, or a certain part of it, is screaming out for any kind of friction. This continues for a good five minutes and you are squirming on the seat. Your pussy is really glistening there in the mixed light and you are moaning lightly with your head tilted back against the head rest. Every bump in the road is nice but you can feel the frustration growing and my pace (or lack of it). Just as we turn off the motorway you say "Please pull over, please fuck me, please something, anything in me now... please.... Touch my pussy, rub my lips, please, please my clit, my clit... please touch it." I smile back at you and say "shhh, soon.... it'll be worth it." We take a corner and I let my hand so lightly brush your pussy that normally you may not notice it had happened. To you though, it feels like lightening and fireworks have combined and hit you right there. You are lunging toward the touch desperate for more contact. We finally pull up to my home and you are relieved. The seat is quite wet where you've been sitting and we can both smell your musty excitement. I remove my hand from you and we sit there for a moment under the security light by the garage. You catch me staring at your beautiful pussy and we laugh."Right," I snap out of it "on to next step, good oh." We gaze at each other with a look much more than lust and I don't know what it is that stops me lunging across the car and just having you right there. Instead I will myself on with the plan stating as clearly as possible, "there are two items in the glove box that I want you to wear into the house. You can stop now and we can just fuck like a normal couple on the bed or car... or you can choose to carry on." You lick your lips and I continue on, "If we are to go on, you will open the glove box and I will help you with the items there. From this point on you must speak only when spoken to (or to utter the word for a release) and do exactly as I say." I smile at you soaking in the information, continuing, "Before this though I want to kiss you. When we finish kissing you can decide if you want to go ahead with tonight's adventure." We lean toward each other and begin to kiss. The stereo is playing some easy going but pleasant love song from the nineties. My cock is up against the gear stick and I reach over and pull your slippery self lubed ass cheek toward my body and attach my mouth to yours again. We kiss for an age and the fumbling and touching is intense. I take great care to not touch your pussy but cant help notice you are rubbing yourself on my gear stick and sometimes against the fabric straining with my cock inside it. We pull away from each other as the car is hardly ideal, despite the attraction we have for each other, it is becoming uncomfortable. You lean back and look at the glove box. You look back at me and I am just smiling, noncommittally, back at you. I think I detect trust in your eye and I don't say anything as you reach slowly for the glove box handle. Noting the change in your appearance I hold you back and say, "Hang on, your dress is covering you again." You can't believe it, having bitten the bullet and stepped into the breech that I should stop you. I help you to hoist the fabric back up so I can admire you some more before you start and note the frustrated glance. You had summed up the courage and now I had distracted you and thrown your confidence a bit. But, like the trouper you are, you carry out my wishes and fluff the dress a little more. Then you lean in, give me a quick and hasty peck on the lips and open the glove compartment. Inside is a brown envelope which I can see has frustrated the hell out of you even more. You were expecting instant gratification and when I nod and say "open it" you practically rip it in half. There is a look of mystery mixed with enlightenment as you pull out the first item. A blindfold, the best kind. Lacey and soft but completely rendering the wearer blind to the world. I tell you "you will be wearing this for most of the evening" and you give a little shiver of nervous excitement. You shape to place the blind fold on and I hold your wrists down, "not yet" I offer, while pointing at the envelope. You can't believe that in your aroused state you forgot about the second item.You giggle and pick up the remnants of a once intact plain brown envelope and peer inside. Inside is a long, light yellow, almost fluorescent ribbon. You turn and look at me inquisitively, probably thinking - "like in my hair, not since I was twelve anyway?" I just smile at you and say "give me the blindfold and we'll put it on then all will be revealed." Any real nerves are melting away as you hand me the ribbon and put the blind fold on your self. God, you look incredible, vulnerable, edible, and somehow confident despite your pussy exposed and eagerly gaping at the world. "I'm going to put the ribbon on you now," I say explaining myself a little. You smile and say "okay" and I lean in and hungrily kiss you before starting. You kiss back but I pull away before we get to engrossed again. I tell you, "I want you to experience some new sensations and I'm going to play with you in ways maybe you've never had before... trying things with you that I really like." You nod kind of eagerly but look a little anxious. "Firstly, I am going to tie the ribbon around your waist to hold your dress up." You start to say something out of nerves but I put my hand on your thigh gently and say "remember the rules, no talking unless specifically spoken too?" You still look a little scared and I remind you that "if anything is too much, you always have the 'word' and to trust me." I ask again "do you trust me?" and you tilt toward me and nod positively. I tie the ribbon around your bunched dress which I am really pleased is compatible with my plans as it rides up high on your lovely waist. The ribbon is tied firm but you can barely feel it and I think it works nicely. I tell you "I am going to leave the car and go around to your side now to guide you out" which you nod too. Before I go I slowly lower my index finger down carefully between your legs. Not touching anything. You are turning you head curiously wondering what is happening with the quiet... When my finger is right out side your pussy I make contact. One single slide up between your lips and over a small but distinctive bump. You almost leave the car through the roof and gasp out loud while writhing, both trying to get away from my finger and to find it again. I chuckle and enjoy your reaction as do you ... but I am wanting so much more. I wander round to your side of the car and open the door. I still can't believe that you are sitting there in your glorious state and this is going so well. My hard on feels like it is gaining blood pressure every minute. I can feel a pulse in my pants like a drum beat. I take your hand and guide your head so you don't get bumped and say "we are going for a walk". I feel you flinch and hesitate as you remember my neighborhood. I know you are thinking about the street beyond the leafy protection of my driveway and people about so I reassure you by rubbing your arm. "C'mon," I encourage you gently forward. Still I take measures to make sure you have no idea which way we are going. I have no intentions of sharing you but it is nice to you have to trust me and nervous and contemplating imaginary scenarios all in the same state. I take a moment to place your hands on the gate to my path and step back to admire the view. There you are in your dress. Your beautiful floweriest parts exposed to me in the moonlight mixed with yellow security lights, all filtered by the trees. There is a yellow ribbon holding your dress around your waist. Your legs are straight and your back slightly arched. I can feel the genetic caveman parts welling up in me and I want to take you against my fence. Right there and then - raw. The temptation to just drop my pants at my ankles and plunge in is so great. I manage to resist and guide you, by locking my arm in your arm and wandering around beside my home. The feeling of half nakedness, mixed with your recent arousal and current blindness is a great combination. Also, encouragingly I can see you smiling in the low light. It is warm enough and you are certainly comfortable. You are also warmed by the fact we are not on the street and are familiar enough with my place to know that you are being led around the back to the deck. You don't know it and can't see it but I have set up some things in the hope that this night would eventuate as it has. Up the steps and onto my deck I lead you. You know that the beautiful views of the sea and nearby islands are right there but no one has a direct view of my deck. What you don't know is what is laid out and awaiting you, entirely for your pleasure. If you can handle teasing pleasure, the pleasure will be yours. I lead you over to a narrow padded bench. The height of the bench is just below the height of your waist and I intend for you to lie face down on it with your high heeled feet spread but still on the ground. Standing behind you though at the bench I decide to play with your body for a while. I tell you "stand up as tall as you can and slightly arch your back." Your hands are gently guided to the bench for support. It is difficult to confidently stand tall while blind, let alone naked but you know I am there and use me for balance while you listen and do as I say. "Now put your feet about a foot apart" I say and you do with some gentle assistance from my feet o the inside of yours. "Hmmm good" I offer encouragingly. I stand close behind you. You can feel my hardness in the middle of your back. You are told to reach behind and grab my ass and you do so, eagerly and fast. Firstly I reach around your waist and slide my hands over your pelvic wings. I pull you toward my cock firmly and the sensations for both of us are amazing. I'm still wearing my pants though and you know there is a long night ahead so it is not a quick release. I start sliding my covered cock up against your naked butt and you are pulling me toward you as hard as you can. I begin to run my palms down the inside of your thighs and feel you try and will your pussy toward them for just a touch at least. I break off and tell you "I am going to treat your pussy now." You are so flustered. Every time we gain momentum we stop and the nerves in your groin are starting to ache. It feels like the inside of you is reaching out just to be touched. I ease you face down onto the low bench. You are on a pillow and soft towels which lightly scented with mint to go with the open air. You sigh contentedly if a little frustrated and I gently coax your legs as far apart as they will go, while your feet are still comfortably on the floor. You hear the sound of water falling into itself as I squeeze a large spongy cloth into a stainless steel bowl of steamy water (just one of the items I prepared earlier before dinner - a volume of boiling water left to cool with essential oils and sweet smelling aromatics). I tell you "I'm going to wash your legs and then I am going to wash your pussy." You giggle and twitch and say "my pussy isn't dirty." I tell you to "be quiet and that is the last warning." You say "I'm sorry" in a laughing relaxed voice and I continue with the sponge. I squeeze a hot squirt onto your arched butt and it runs straight down the through your crack then the length of your thigh to your calf and foot, causing great sensations. The next squirt angles in and over your anus and pussy and slowly out onto your inner thigh and downward. To continue with the teasing theme I run the sponge from your heel clad ankle, right up the inside of your leg. I am sitting behind you on a deck chair and have the view that every man craves. A wet and hungry pussy begging to be fucked. You are very good though and containing your frustrations aside from the odd wiggle and push, toward the soft sponge. I increase the height of the strokes and start focusing less on the legs and the area just below your pussy. Then I start to wipe your bum and part of the clothe makes contact with your lips. Your body starts to tremble a little as I brush more frequently over your pussy lips. Each time a little harder and I can feel them opening up. You are trying to make your legs go wider. I keep telling you "you are going really well" and "what a beautiful pussy you have." Every now and then you can feel my finger through the clothe and I am starting to deliberately slide it between your lips. Light brushes and little flicks of the fingertips at first. I place my left hand on the small of your back and press down with my flat palm. This gives me a feeling of control and you a sensation of being locked in and ready. I stand up behind you and you are still frustrated to feel I have all of my clothes on. I think that you know however, I feel ready to explode and take out someones eye, in a neighboring suburb with a shot of cum. This, I know makes you happy. My right hand and especially my longest finger is exploring and parting your lips now and I have dropped the sponge back into the bowl. You are so wet! I tell you "because you have been so good and done everything I have said, I will let you cum soon." You just grunt, barely comprehending as you are concentrating on my fingers finding the right parts of you. I am deliberately only finding from time to time, not letting you build a rhythm. I tell you "Soon I am only going to play with your clit and it will be amazing, you will want to come very quickly, but you are not to, until I say." You just moan loudly again and throw your hips around wildly, needfully. I slightly curl my two longest fingers and bend them in between your lips. Almost instantly I find your little button and you writhe accordingly. You are trying to get on it and off it equally. The electricity is firing through your body and you can feel momentum gaining in an unstoppable way within yourself. You are bucking and trying to get there and I lean in and whisper "remember, not until I say." The fingers are flicking and lunging and circling in a non rhythmic way that is both unbearable and frustratingly, infuriatingly pleasurable. Your soaking pussy is practically eating my hand and the noises are squelchy and grunty and unmistakably wet and raw from both of us. I can feel your body beginning to get to a point of no return so I slow things down and start talking to you. Quietly and calmly and completely against the internal, joyful turmoil I am feeling, I say "when I have counted down to zero, you may come - not before." I see that despite your obvious distraction and arousal beyond comprehension that you have taken on board what I said. I increase the speed and stimulation of my fingering and you moan deeply and more earthly than ever before. I see your hand clench. I am loving it and my cock is uncomfortable, entrapped in my pants. The circling of the fingers I know has really got you wound up. I am continuing the pleasure swirl and trying to keep you at a level that drives you crazy without going over the edge. I can tell you want me to start the countdown and just to find out what I am counting down from. It is killing you. I take a deep breath and slowly say... "Ten." You gasp and almost start coming and I laugh. You feel so relieved but wonder if at even ten you can make it. I increase the tempo even more and knuckle one of my fingers over your clit while two fingers plunge inside. The sensations are sending your mind into delirious incomprehension. You are squirming on the bench... "Nine," I offer slowly. As the count goes down you are writhing and bucking but managing to stay on the bench. I see you put your own hand in your mouth and bite down. I am so horny and manage to slip my pants and underwear down around my ankles so I can feel the night air like yourself. This I do while keeping up the thrusting and palming with my right hand into and over your pussy lips. Down the countdown goes, number by torturous number... until. "Three." You are beside yourself and are sure that the count has slowed. It hasn't but was very slow from the start. I kiss your back and while my fingers are pleasuring you you can feel my enraged cock against your thigh and you moan and squeal... Hands on the Wall Ch. 02 "Two," I say firmly. I can feel you slipping, into the waves of uncontrollable orgasm. I increase the stroking and tell you that "I am going to come soon. All over your back." I'm not but I want you to lose it so I can punish you with pleasure into the night if you cum. Somehow you manage to hang on against all bodily desires your mind is able to stop you taking that last orgasmic step. "One." The non orgasmic activity seems much like an orgasm. You are lightly shuddering and clamping down on your hand with your teeth. "Zero..." Your body erupts into an incredible shaking wreck. The bucking is wild and it is all I can do to hold you onto the bench. You are moaning and your pussy drenches itself with all the pent up fluids you've been harboring for the last few hours. In your writhing bucking state I manage you onto your back and with your legs in the air, I bend over you and we kiss. My cock just slides into you like it has been there every day of its existence and you feel me there. So hard, providing sensations that force your orgasm on and on. It is all I can do not to come my self. I don't release though and when you have calmed down and your breathing is even I tell you that "my cock is for later and you have a long night ahead before you get that." You sigh and smile even as you feel my rock hard cock slip out of your drenched pussy without firing his first shot. Pre come, and your juices drip from me and it is all I can do to resist plunging back into your fleshy heaven. After a minute or so you you manage to utter, "What happens next?" while you breathe out, in a combination of slow pants and smiles. Wondering if you want ... or can go on.