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My Saturday

By: Dark_Capricorn



I locked the door. Slightly altering my stance I extinguished the lights. Darkness enveloped us, with only a trickle of moonlight sneaking in from the window to ward off its clutch. My eyes adjusted, and I could see her slowly undressing before me. Once bare, she softly walked over and began to remove mine. My shirt, she pulled up over my head. She looked into my eyes as she undid my belt, and maintained that gaze as she unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. I kicked off my pants and held her naked body against mine. I could feel myself rub against her stomach. I longed to feel her insides around me. 

"Keep me warm," she whispered.

"Abuse me," she added softly. 

I kissed her, running my hands down her sides, over her hips and across her thighs. My fingers began to probe her, and I pushed her onto the bed. I crawled atop her, and sat on her chest. Grabbing her hair I forced her to take me. I reached back with my other hand and inserted my fingers, pulling up on her pubic bone as if I was trying to pull her head and groin together. She wrapped her lips around me as I forced her head up and down till she forced her face away choking. 

"I'm sorry," she gasped, coughing.

I turned away, and removed myself from the bed. I decided that I would use chain tonight. I began by clipping the chain to the foot of the bed. When I rolled her over, she dutifully got to her knees and laid her head to rest on her arms. I bound her ankles, clamping them to the chain, forcing her to keep her legs spread. I gazed lovingly at her exposed womanhood and in my eagerness almost took her then. Its soft opening beckoned me. I leaned in and softly kissed her, tasted her and breathed in her alluring smell. I reached down and stroked myself...knowing that I must finish what I had started. I looked thoughtfully at my assortment of tools, and decided that her arms would be bound by cord this eve. I wrapped the cord around her wrists, her forearms and around her waist, forcing her to be on her knees with both arms bound behind her, her face buried in the sheets of the bed. I climbed up onto the bed and grabbed her hips. I pulled her close to me and reached down, grabbing myself. I began to rub it onto her, sliding the tip into her. She moaned, and I thrust it deep into her. I could feel her leg muscles tense, and I began to move myself in and out of her, but stopped after only a few strokes. She sighed as I exited her, waiting for what was next. I reached over and selected a delicious toy, one that had a dual curved shaft. I began by slowly spreading her cheeks apart, and worked the beaded shaft into her rear. 

"Oh God, please be gentle," she whispered. 

Once the tip of it was in, I positioned the second shaft's tip into her front. I flipped the switch and the soft hum of its vibrations could be heard. She began to moan and I forced both halves into her. 

"Oh shit" she moaned both shafts inside her as far as they could go. 

I began to shake the inserted toy, forcing it to rub back and forth against her insides. My hand grew heavy, and I violently moved the toy back and forth. She moaned and grunted, and I could watch her bottom move back and forth as she was overwhelmed. Then I began to pull it out, but then rammed it back into her. Her arms strained against the rope as she struggled to get away. I continued to force it into her, and then withdraw it quickly. 

"I want you," she begged me. "I want you in me."

I forced the toy deep into her, its split shaft ensuring me that it would not be lost to her insides if left unattended. I stood up, and drew my belt. She cried out as I lashed her rear. 

"Oh no," she sobbed as I repeated the lashing. 

Left. Right. Left. Right. 

"Oh please stop," she begged.

I lashed her one last time and crawled up onto the bed. I grabbed her hair and forced her up. I rubbed myself over her face and she eagerly opened her mouth and found me. I thrust my hips and entered her. Her soft, warm mouth and throat welcomed me, and I held her head up by her hair while I used her. I felt myself reaching the end, it was building up...my thighs began to tense, the energy building. Her hot whore mouth wrapped around my cock. I began to tremble in anticipation. I deftly withdrew and grabbed my shaft and directed my release all over her eyes, her nose, and her lips. 

"You came on my face," she whispered incredulously. 

"I wanted to taste you," she said between gasps. 

I wiped my wet hand across her back, and moved around her. 

"Oh please fuck me," she asked. "Fuck me."

I pulled out the twins from her, and grabbed a much larger plug. I slowly pushed this into her rear.

"Oh fuck," she gaped as I slid it into her. 

Each connected bead was larger than the first, and once inside her to the end she was breathing heavily at just the sense of being filled. I began to spank her, ensuring my open hand fell across the base of the plug. She whimpered and moaned with each blow. I noticed that her arms were coming undone then, so I crawled up onto the bed and unbound her arms. She raised herself up onto her elbows and moved her bottom back and forth. 

"Please fuck me. Fuck me," she implored. 

I grabbed her hips and felt myself slide up into her. I could feel the pressure from the plug, and I began to ram myself into and out of her. She put her head down as I filled her, my stomach slapping loudly against her backside. 

"I want to cum." she gasped "Oh please let me cum!" 

I stayed silent and dug my nails into the curve of her hips where torso ends and leg begins. 

"Oh fuck! Let me cum!"

I kept pounding her, but put my hands lovingly on her back. 

"I want you to cum baby." I whispered. "Cum."

Her legs stiffened, and then the rest of her muscles tensed and her breathing became ragged. I continued to plow myself into her. Her release was ripped out of her with a guttural cry, and then her body went slack as she collapsed onto the bed. I kissed her back and pulled myself out of her and released her ankles. I lay next to her and kissed her, tasting my salty release on her lips. 

"I love you," I whispered. 

My Saturday Night



Dear Readers: Another true story, the weekend following "My Friday Night." Hope you like it...

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After my shower, I dig through my bag for my stockings, glad to see that the garter straps are attached and none have gone missing. I toss them on the bed with my bustier, pick out a pair of black lace panties, and get dressed. 

Two years ago, I never would have given stockings a second thought. Tonight, I enjoy the feeling of pulling a thigh-high over my foot and up my calf, careful to keep the seam at the back as I smile to myself. I like the way that my legs look in stockings. I can't wait for him to see, and kiss them. 

And I can't wait to see his legs encased in nylons as well...

Once the lingerie is in place, I pull on a pair of jeans and decide that I'm not going to bother with a shirt. I toss a tank top into my bag for the morning, pull on my denim jacket, slip on a pair of shoes and head out.

As I drive to the hotel, I have a silly thought: It's a shame that I don't need to stop at the store for anything. I'd love to walk past people in the aisles and speak to the cashier, knowing that all I've got on beneath my jacket is a sexy bustier. I remember one other night that I was with Nick, teasing him as usual, when I brought him panting and gasping to the edge of orgasm, and then said, "I think you need to cool down. I'm going to get us something to eat, and you should relax and rest up for when I get back." I left my fishnets on even though I had worn flip flops, so anyone who happened to look down at my feet would wonder what I was hiding beneath my pants and shirt. And I liked that possibility.

As I pull into the lot, I see Nick getting out of his car by the hotel office and roll my window down.

"You know how I called to make sure they put us in a room with a TV with hook-ups for the DVD player? Well they didn't get it right." 

I smile and shake my head, and park the car. Last time, they put us in a room with an old ass television that we couldn't plug the DVD player into, and the little manager lady ended up leading us around to check different rooms until we finally found one with a TV from this century so that we could watch our sexy movies. This was not a classy place... and I'm sure she was thinking, "I don't get paid enough for this shit. Why do you care so much about the friggin TV? I know you're just here to fuck."

While I wait for him to text me with a different room number, I re-watch a youtube video that I had found a couple of weeks before when I was looking at rope tutorials. 

I'm not sure what made me think that rope would be fun, because it wasn't anything that I had ever given much thought to, and Nick had never suggested it. But one afternoon before we got together, I did a search for rope bondage and came across an awesome series of videos. I was so excited to try, and had some time before we were to meet, so I went to Home Depot. I bought 100 feet of soft 1/4 inch nylon rope, cut it into four lengths, and sealed the cut ends with a lighter.

I taught myself a simple arm shackle tie that only requires one running end of rope, and successfully bound my left wrist to my left thigh, with a short length of rope between, giving just enough freedom to be extremely frustrating. Later that evening, I bound Nick's wrists to his thighs with one of the lengths of rope and he loved every second of it. I loved it, too: the way that he trusted me enough to lay still for me to tie him, when he was dressed in women's lingerie; the look of the rope twining around his limbs, so fucking sexy; his desperation as I toyed with him and he fought against the restraints, trying to touch me. I even loved the ridges left in his skin after I unbound him, pausing to kiss the indentations on his wrists after I removed the rope.

I decide that tonight I will try something called The Claw: you form a knot at the center of the rope which you loop around the ring, middle, and index fingers and use to pull the hand up to the shoulder, then wrap the rope around the bicep and forearm, starting near the wrist and working toward the elbow, so that the hands, wrists, and arms are restricted. On the video, the finished product looked beautiful, and frustrating for the wearer.

I get a text: 117.

When I get down there, he walks out of the room and comes over to my car. "They gave me two room keys. Come for a walk with me and we'll see which one is better." Better: a relative term, amusing in this situation. It's kind of like deciding what would hold water better: a collander or a fishnet. 

Naturally, room 108 has a TV that we can't plug the DVD player into. So we go back to 117, which is the fancier room anyway. It has a couch - offering a comfortable place to sit and look at the bathroom door. And by comfortable, I mean, "feels like it's going to collapse beneath you."

I hook up the DVD player, he grabs the remote control, and it isn't working. We can't change the input without the remote. Nick throws a tantrum and calls the front.

"Hang on, calm down, I have an idea," I say, realizing that the LED isn't lighting on the remote. Of course, the battery compartment cover is screwed into the back because the clientele of fucking Howard Johnson's would steal fucking AA's out of a remote control. Right.

I get my tiny screwdriver out of my eyeglasses case and work on getting the stripped screw out of the back of this piece of shit, telling Nick to hang up the phone. "I'm like fucking Macguyver, just give me a minute. Do any of your toys have AA's?"

We try working batteries from one of the vibrators, and it appears this stupid remote control is completely dead. All of this trouble just to watch what is perhaps the world's worst movie ever in the history of Everything.

And so, Nick ends up taking the television from the fucking LOBBY of this crappy hotel so that we can watch The Room.  I can say with near absolute certainty that no one has ever gone through so much trouble to watch this shitty film. I sit on (sink into) the couch tying the "double coin knot" in two pieces of rope, getting ready for later. He changes into his slip, panties, garter belt, and stockings. He locks his cock in the chastity device.

We get on the bed, and he passes me the collar. I smile and fasten it around his neck, and we start watching the movie. The unrealistic dialogue and awkward acting cannot hold a candle to the absurdity of the sex scenes. This film is so painful to watch, and yet you get drawn in and cannot look away, like a rubber-necker passing an accident on the turnpike. 

Suddenly, the television screen winks out, and I burst out laughing.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he says.

"This movie is so bad, God turned it off. I guess you'll just have to lick my pussy." Don't need to tell this man twice. He moves to the foot of the bed.

"Kiss my legs." It is so arousing to watch him worship my legs, feeling his lips and hands on my ankles, calves, thighs, and at times tantalizingly close to my pussy. 

I love the way he licks me. When he slides his fingers inside of me and uses his tongue on my clit, I can feel an orgasm building, but I don't quite get there... I'm tricky like that. His mouth feels incredible and I get lost in the pleasure. I'll cum later.

Earlier in the week, I made him wear stockings, a garter belt, and panties to the office beneath his clothes. When I have him wear his sissy clothes to work, I ask him to send me pictures from the public restroom. It turned us both on when he texted me photos during the day, and that night on the phone he was so worked up that it didn't take much dirty talk to make him cum, once he had my permission. 

The next night, he told me a story in that deep, sexy voice of his while I played with myself, but I had to get off of the phone suddenly. A little while later, I called him back because I wanted to cum so badly, and I was shocked when he boldly said, "No." He is a switch, after all, and I'll admit I'm a bit of a switch myself, but we have been so heavily into femdom that he surprised me. Even more shocking - I found myself pleading with him!

"Think of how great Saturday will be if neither of us has an orgasm until we're together, and we tease the shit out of each other for the next two days."

"This isn't fair! You came last night and I haven't cum since I saw you last Friday! Let me finish and then the game will start after I cum!"

"You're going to thank me. Every domme should have to go through this so she understands what she does to her sub. This is a great idea. This is going to be fucking awesome. We'll drive each other crazy with text messages and pictures and links. Unless you think you can't do it."

When he challenged me, the bitch inside of me who digs in her heels when someone says she can't do something came forward. I clenched my teeth. "Fine. You want to play? I'm going to drive you fucking insane."

And then this motherfucker starts telling me how he's going to lick my pussy... suck on my clit... finger me... knowing full well that his voice is like kryptonite for my self-control. But I'm too angry to give in, I'm not letting him win! 

Even though he tells me how sweet my pussy tastes.

I can fight dirty, too, you know.

Thursday morning, he texted me: "Oh, I am a sexual fucking genius." And then... "It's on."

"I'm going to write about this."

"You should write about your vaginal juices all over my face."

"You should write about me owning your cock."

"Side note: we are just going to get more and more perverted... aren't we?"

"Is that a question that even needs asking?"

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

"As fun as your cock rubbing up against my stockings. As fun as tying your sissy ass up and fucking you like a whore." I put on a pair of stockings and sent him some pictures. He knows his voice drives me crazy, and tried to use that against me the night before. I know that he has a serious lingerie fetish. "As fun as your lips kissing every inch of my thigh high stockings."

He responded, "I fucking love stocking clad legs."

"I fucking know. And I fucking love YOUR stocking clad legs."

"You're going to cum in 3 minutes when I get my hands on you."

"First you are going to take my leash and shove my face between your legs."

I send this note with a pic: "Is this where you want your face? You want to pull these panties aside and taste my pussy?"

We continued to tease each other throughout the day. On the phone that night, he asked, "Do you want me to talk dirty to you and make you cum tonight?"

Can you believe this prick? "I'm not falling for your trick, you fucking asshole," I told him quietly. He burst out laughing. I told him to wear something sexy to work the next day. He ended up wearing panties and a half-slip (the kind that is just a skirt) beneath his jeans - it was casual Friday. I was so impressed that he wore a slip under his pants! I knew that it would have him thinking about sex - thinking about me - the entire day. It was a fun game. 

And I know how he gets, I know how badly he wants to lick my pussy tonight, and I know how much he will enjoy every torturous moment of the hours that will pass between now and his orgasm. 

I have him lie back so that I can begin. I love to kiss him everywhere and run my hands across his body, over his skin, over his silky lingerie... I am careful to avoid his cock, though I want so badly to taste him, and feel the soft skin beneath my tongue.

"You want to cum so badly, don't you, Nick?" I taunt. "All the teasing this week... You want me to touch your cock, don't you?" 

"Yes," he murmurs.

"Well I'm not going to touch it yet. Turn over." I retrieve the rope from where I left it on the couch, and pull the loops of the knot over the three middle fingers of his left hand. I wrap his arm and tie it off, and it looks exactly like it did in the video - I can't believe how easy this rope stuff is, and so fucking hot! I wrap his right arm and sit back to admire my work. I can't help the laughter that bubbles up as my eyes drink in the sight of this man, collared, dressed up like a slut, and in rope bondage. I am so happy to have found him.

Leaning forward, I kiss his arm between the lengths of rope that bind him, trying to express to him how much I appreciate the way he gives himself over to me, and how aroused I am seeing him this vulnerable. 

I dig my camera out of my bag, return to the bed, and straddle his hips. "I'm going to take some pictures of your arms, okay? No face shots, I promise." I put my hand on his back, near his collar, his face turned away from the arm I am photographing, and snap a picture. I show him so that he can see that I did not get his face. "See how sexy you look?" I ask.

Pulling his panties down and caressing his ass, I ask, "Do you want me to fuck you tonight?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me tonight."

"Do you want me to put your shoes on?" 

"Yes, Goddess."

I have not used my strap-on with him before - actually, I have used my mouth, fingers, and a dildo on men, though have not had the chance to use my harness yet. Nick and I have talked about it, of course, and he told me that he likes to be totally feminized when he gets fucked - stockings, heels, a dress, the whole thing. 

A man in women's shoes had never been something that particularly turned me on, but as I look at his stockings and 4 inch heels, a smile spreads across my face. Grabbing the camera, I lay next to him and reach out to hold up his leg. I push the button on the camera that allows me to review the photographs: my fishnet-covered thigh is next to his knee, my hand at his ankle, the heel of the shoe pointing up, a silly black flower at the toe. His pale ass is framed by a lace panel of the garter belt and the black strip of fabric that is his panties, rolled down below his cheeks. 

I have him roll onto his back.

I have heard many people, men and women alike, say that the female form is beautiful, but a nude male cannot compare. I disagree. I could stare at a man's back for countless minutes, drinking in the lines of his upper arms, his neck, his shoulderblades, the taper of his torso. You all already know that I love a man's ass...  And I have always loved hands, but perhaps my favorite body part is the hip. Maybe this sounds odd. But perhaps if you saw this picture you would understand.

At the top of the frame is the black fabric of his slip, pulled up above his waist, and the line of his hip and thigh angles to the lower right corner of the frame, where the strip of his pulled-down panties stretch across his upper thigh and beneath his balls. Near the base of his cock, the little black bow on the garter belt is visible above the leather straps of the chastity device. Follow the black edge of the fabric from the bow to his hip, and right there, the smooth skin just above the lace: that is my favorite place to bite.

"Do you like that I'm taking pictures of you?"

His eyes are closed. He shakes his head.

"But your cock is so hard, and dripping. I think that you do like it."

I snap a picture of his other hip, where the tip of his engorged cock is jutting out, hovering over the garter belt, a spot of precum glistening at the slit, and another drip hanging from the tip, about to fall.

I imagine how stunning these photographs will look in black and white. "This is art," I murmur, kissing him. 

After I lick the salty viscous fluid from the head of his cock, I straddle his leg, my thigh pressing against his groin. 

One thing that I love about this man is the way that he will go from being a quiet, docile submissive to a state of passionate frenzy, as though a switch has been flipped. As I lay above him, he strains to raise himself off the mattress, but with his arms bound in The Claw he cannot do more than arch his neck. He tries desperately to kiss me, his hands and fingers tense with the desire and inability to grab me, and I keep my face just out of reach of his lips, letting my nose and lips occasionally brush against his.

"I need to let you cool down." I lay next to him.

"Please, can I lick your pussy?"

I smile and ignore his question. He rolls himself onto his side and nuzzles his face between my breasts. His mouth finds my left nipple, and I put my fingers in his hair, holding him close. From all the nipple play earlier, they are extra sensitive now, and as he sucks on me the sensations are so strong, I feel waves of the pleasure that comes when I'm approaching an orgasm. I don't want him to stop.

His bound left arm is resting against me, and I lift his elbow to study the outline of his bicep, the way that his hand and fingers look wrapped in rope. I want to take more pictures, but his mouth feels so amazing...

My hand moves to my pussy, fingers sliding inside, so wet, strumming my clit, wishing I could have his mouth at my breast and between my thighs at the same time.

I can get so close, but usually need a vibrator to put me over the edge... I realize that I'm probably going to need a toy to cum, and tell him to take a break. I slide my fingers between his lips so that he can taste me. When he lays on his back, I see him flexing his fingers.

"Are you going numb? Would you like me to untie you?"

"Yeah," he answers, a little sheepishly. 

"Why didn't you say something?" I ask, working at the knots.

"I didn't want to ruin what we had going. It was so - ohhh," he groans in relief as his arm is able to relax and bend, and it sounds like he's having an orgasm.

"I know, it was hot, wasn't it? But I don't want you to be uncomfortable." I rub his arms and hand.

"But that's part of the turn on..."

We take a little break and finish watching that shitty movie. Then, it's time to finish what we started. 

He kisses my legs again, and then licks my pussy. He starts to fuck me with one of those vibrating dildos that has a clit stimulator, and then lays on top of me, pressing the toy against my clit as he uses his mouth on my neck and tits. 

I have been teased at work when I go in with marks on my neck like some silly teenager, because I like having my neck bitten and sucked on, and it's easy to get carried away. I can cum so hard this way, grinding against the vibrator between my clit and his thigh, or his caged cock, and that mouth on my skin - oh, that mouth. He drives me crazy, and when I finally reach that crest, the orgasm goes on and on.

When he is kneeling at the foot of the bed, waiting for me to tell him what's next, I sit up and kiss him. He murmurs something that I can't understand, so I ask him to repeat himself.

"The pink device is clean and ready for you." He's referring to the vibrating strap on cock that has a clit stimulator.

"You want to be fucked, huh?"

"Yes," he murmurs.

"We should put your heels back on so I can fuck you." I realize that he still has them on, and laugh. "I thought you took these off."

"Can I put on the dress?" He has this absurd black and white french maid costume that he wore sometimes in his last relationship. He put it on for me once, kind of as a joke, and I made him fuck me while wearing it because I knew he'd be turned on by the humiliation. I was on elbows and knees on the bed while he fucked me from behind, and I told him that I could feel his dress touching me while he fucked me, and feel his stockings against the backs of my legs. He came, and then we laughed at the craziness of what we had just done. My pussy gets wet thinking back on it...

I zip him into the dress, and go into the bathroom so I can see what I'm doing when I get into my harness, since we had the lights off in the room. I leave the little panel in place on the harness that goes behind the dildo where it sits against my pussy, because my clit has had enough stimulation for one night but I know he'll like the vibrations. When I go back out into the room, I look at him in the dim light, laying on the bed in the fetal position, eyes closed, collar and leash, dress, stockings. Heels.




My Saturday Night: Edging



Dear Fellow Literoticans,

This is the third installment of my non-fiction series (see "My Friday Night" and "My Saturday Night"). While it is obviously intended to turn you on, this isn't just a 'stroke story,' so if you're looking for a quick way to get off, you might want to move along.

That said, this story contains cross-dressing (obviously), femdom, rope bondage, tease-and-denial, strap-on fucking, more tease-and-denial... please read on if I had you at hello :)

I have decided to continue posting in "TS and CD" because that is where I started, and it still plays heavily in our 'adventures,' however we are getting more and more into bondage and dominance. If you feel like these stories would be better suited to the BDSM category, please, let me know. 

******

I swear the weeks are getting longer.

The teasing doesn't help.

This past Tuesday morning, I texted him, "Tomorrow you're playing dress-up." And that night on the phone I told him that I wanted him to wear a full slip beneath his work clothes on Wednesday. And panties.

"I want you to get them now."

"They're in the car."

"So what? Go get them. I don't care that it's raining."

Let me pause here to give a tidbit of information that I don't think I've mentioned. The reason that we go to a hotel every weekend isn't that we're cheating. 

After Nick's girlfriend lost her battle with cancer, he moved in with his parents. He had been with women before who had been into femdom, but she was the first one who he felt comfortable enough with to really explore cross-dressing. They also got into chastity and eventually strap-ons. This is not my story to tell, and I can't do it justice in a paragraph here, as an aside, but they helped each other heal through kink, and this is something that I can relate to myself.

My husband cheated on me almost two years ago, and we split up. I started reading erotica, and then writing it, and by chatting with men openly online I explored a side of myself that I had never allowed to thrive. Embracing the fact that gay male sex had always pushed my buttons somehow morphed into a strap-on fetish and the Domme inside of me emerged like a beautiful, kinky butterfly from a boring vanilla coccoon. I became a different person in my everyday life, more confident. 

I have always been good at being the person who I think others want me to be. Now, I am who I am, and anyone who doesn't like it can fuck off. 

So, Nick is currently crashing in his parents' basement, his cute little dog ruining all their carpets. I tease him that she is just like her owner - talks a lot, constantly misbehaves, but she's so cute you have to love her anyway.

And I share a house with my sister, her boyfriend, and her 5 year old daughter. I have a toddler myself, and I see Nick when she sleeps over her father's house. 

For now, it is easier to have our crazy forays into sexual deviance at a hotel. 

I thought I should tell you all of this right now so that you don't think Nick is a 37 year old fuck-up living in his parents' basement. He might argue this point; in fact, he has. Still, I don't think he's a loser. 

Continuing my story: He went upstairs and outside into the rain to dig his favorite pair of panties out of the laundry basket of sin in the backseat of his car. When he came back into the house, I heard him say something to his mom because she was in the kitchen and asked why he went outside.

I started laughing. "Did you just walk past your mom with panties shoved in your pocket?"

"Yes."

He slept in the slip and panties that night, and wore them beneath two shirts and dress pants the next day.

That morning, I texted him. "I love that you're wearing a slip under layers of clothes so no one will know what a sissy bitch you love to be for me."

He sent me a picture of his shirt unbuttoned, his hand pulling the collar of his t-shirt to the side so that the black strap of his slip was visible on his shoulder.

After wiping the drool off my face, I texted, "Oh, I want to bite you."

He sent several more pictures, but work got busy and it was over an hour before I was able to take a look at them. The wait drove me insane. When I finally had the chance to look at the pictures, they put me in a state of wild arousal that made it difficult to put my phone down, and even harder to get back to work. I kept picking up my phone to sneak a glance at the photos every chance I got.

My favorite one is a photograph of his torso and thighs, his blue dress shirt hanging open and his white tee coming down to his waist, the black slip visible beneath, over the tops of his thighs. His legs are apart, so the hem of lace several inches wide at the bottom of his slip is easy to appreciate because you can see through it in the space between his thighs.

"Seeing the lingerie beneath your clothes is unbelievably sexy. Wish I was there to tease you. I'd like to slide my hand down the back of your pants and feel the slip. Your cock would be so hard, pressing aginst me."

"No boxers this time."

"Fuckin. Love. It."

That night, I let him cum when we were on the phone. 

I had off from work on Friday. While my daughter was down for her nap, I started looking at pictures of men in bondage and sharing some of them with Nick. I'm pretty sure that most mothers use naptime to fold laundry and watch shitty daytime television. I often use those hours of peace to look at porn and write erotica. The images were turning me on. Men bound in rope. A length of chain made into a collar and leash by connecting two links with a lock.

I realized that many of the more impressive rope photographs were from the same website, so I had a look at it. There were over a dozen trailers for videos featuring "edging" - a term I had never heard before, but it was easy to understand the meaning of the word.

I was in awe. I was inspired. I was insanely aroused. This man would take men - some straight, some gay or bi, it didn't matter - and tie them up and tease them mercilessly for hours, keeping them on edge, so close to orgasm, making them beg for release, making them wait.

I have always loved teasing, but never did it so aggressively as what I watched in those videos.

I spent a good amount of time on Saturday watching more of the trailers and wishing Nick's face was between my thighs. I watched some rope videos and practiced a new tie. 

It must have been very challenging to be proficient at kink before the era of the Internet.

While I was writing about our encounter the week before, he texted me.

"Your pussy and my face have a date." Mmm.

We considered trying a different hotel. The one he called said that their televisions couldn't be hooked up to a DVD player so he decided to go back to our usual spot and try for the same room.

Again, I put my jacket on with no shirt beneath. I have on my black lace corset, and I even left the top couple of buttons of my jacket open. I stop at the mall because I want to buy a new pair of stockings. As I walk through the crowd of shoppers, I am hyper-aware of the fact that I'm wearing lingerie, and nothing else, beneath my jacket, on my way to buy some sexy thigh-highs. I think of how there is probably not a single person in that shopping mall who would look at me and ever think that would be the case. When I pay for a pack of AA's at the convenience store, I wish I had an excuse to lean forward and let the man behind the counter see the lace beneath my jacket.

I get a text from him as I'm driving to the hotel: 117. This has become our room. Somehow, there is this twisted kind of charm to meeting at this dive every weekend. It's kind of hard to explain, but it keeps us coming back even though there are easily a dozen hotels on this stretch of Route 1, within minutes of here.

There is this song that I started hearing recently on the radio, by this band called The Wombats. First time I heard it, as I listened to the first few lines, it made me think of us in our trashy hotel room, and I fell in love with the song instantly.

"What a great achievement it was to get a hotel room this late. I bet they charge by the hour here, the kind of place where you should bring your own UV ray."

Home sweet home.

In the room, he tasks me with setting up the DVD player. I plug everything in. The DVD player won't turn on.

Can this really be happening? Every single week, it's the same fiasco, with slightly different circumstances. This week's obstacle is a half-dead wall outlet.

I pull out the couch so that we can use the other outlet, and he moves the TV to the other side of the dresser. This week's feature film is Preaching to the Perverted. I smile as I check out the soft plastic sleeve that slips over the DVD case. Nick had told me about the cover - designed to look like one of those black hoods with eye holes and a mouth hole that zips closed. The case is what caught his eye at the record store when he bought it. 

As the movie starts, I remove my jacket and my jeans and take out my stockings. They are black thigh-highs, and the fabric at the top has little gromets on the back so that you can lace them up with a little black ribbon.

I sit on the edge of the bed putting them on. "These laces are kind of a pain in the ass. I don't like these as much as the others."

"I like them."

Of course he likes them. I like to put them on in front of him because after the first night we spent together, he told me that he was trying not to be obvious about watching me put them on.

"Do my straps." He attaches the garter straps to my stockings and corset. I lay face down on the bed, my head at the foot of the bed so that I can watch the movie. He has stripped down to a white tee shirt and boxers. The first thing he does every time we meet is take off his pants and lock up his cock in the "gates of hell," then ask me if I have the key. One of these days, I'll tell him no. 

He climbs onto the bed next to me, positioning himself near the headboard. I know what he's doing.

I watch him in the mirror that's over the dresser. He looks down at my stockinged legs and smiles. He touches my new thigh highs, and a few minutes later I feel his hand on my panties.

"I love your ass."

I smile, and he lays down next to me. I'm looking at the TV screen but I can feel him looking at me, so I turn to him and ask, "What?"

"Nothing," he smiles. I touch my head to his shoulder and then turn back to the movie. Maybe he wants me to tell him to get dressed...

As we watch the movie, we start sliding our legs against each other's - I'm not sure who started it. I glance up at the reflection of my black stockinged feet touching his bare legs.

As always happens, Nick gets kind of restless, and ends up getting dressed during the movie before I have a chance to give him the order. And, as usual, I miss the ending of the movie because I want to kiss him and touch him and have my pussy licked.

I love when he licks me. Then he uses the vibrator, his mouth on my neck and breasts, and gives me a gasping, neck arching, hands grabbing, mind blanking orgasm.

I kiss his mouth. "Lick my pussy."

He licks me clean. When I have had enough, I sit up and pull him close, kissing him and running my hands over his skin, my fingers playing with the skimpy shoulder straps and neckline of his slip. I turn my face and look around, considering. He waits quietly.

I speak softly. "I'm thinking of how I'd like to tie you down. Do you want me to tie you down?"

"Yes, Goddess."

I crawl to the corner of the bed, delighted at what I see when I look down over the edge. "Oh, sweet, a bed frame! Usually hotel beds are on a platform."

"What's that mean?"

"That I can tie you down to the bed." Excited, I go over to where I left my bag on the couch and pull out 3 lengths of rope.

As I unwind a length, I tell him to lay on his back. Grabbing the rope near the center, I make two loops, twisting each a couple of times, then pull the two loops over his hand and snug the twisted ends into a kind of knot before wrapping the two running ends of rope around his hand once and knotting them in his palm. The purpose of this type of tie is to take some of the pressure off of the sub's wrists when they are tied up for a flogging. Even though I had no flogging in mind, as I watched the "flogging cuff" video I loved the look of the man's fingers wrapping around the rope that was knotted in his palm, the ends going up between his thumb and pointer finger toward where they would be tied to something. I wanted to use this type of cuff to tie him down to the bed so that he could grab the rope and pull.

And then, when I was watching those edging clips, I saw a man tied down to the bed in a similar way and knew that I had to try it.

Once his wrists and hands are bound to the metal bed frame, I take a couple of minutes to look at what I've done. Of course, the power of having someone tied down and completely vulnerable has its charm, but all of that aside, the simple look of the rope wrapped around his hands just turns me on. It's beautiful and sexy as hell. I kiss his wrist and his palm. Suck on a finger. And then I go to the end of the bed and tie his right ankle, run the rope over to the edge and under the mattress to the other side, then bind his left ankle. 

I am aware of all of the small movements he is making, testing his restraints, as I climb back onto the bed. I move my hands across the silky material of the slip. My forearm accidentally brushes against his cock, and I realize that the panties are damp with precum. As I glide my palms up and down his stockings, his legs twitch.

"You want me to touch your cock so badly, don't you. You want to cum so bad."

I continue to caress his legs and feet through the nylons, and then I pull down his panties. I straighten his garter belt and follow the lines of the straps with my fingers.

"I'm going to unlock you now. But that doesn't mean that you get to cum."

"Yes, Goddess."

I keep the key to his cage on my key ring. Throughout the week, whenever I notice that it's there among the car and house keys, it gives me a little thrill. Such a small key, but it means so much. As I remove the lock and struggle to pull the harness off of his hard cock without hurting him, I think to myself that he is probably really surprised. He is usually locked up right until I want him to cum.

I swipe the precum off the tip of his cock with my finger and slide the tip of my finger between his lips. He tries to sit up to kiss me. I place my hand near his collarbone to push him back onto the bed, and kiss him. Pulling his slip aside, I tease one of his nipples, then the other, first with tiny flicks of my tongue, then sucking and pinching them between my lips.

When I move my attention back to his cock, it is erect, hovering over his stomach, a strand of precum running from the tip of his dick to his stomach. I stare at it for a few moments, so sexy, and then I wrap my hands around him, severing the delicate strand. My tongue swipes over the sticky spot on his tummy and then I take the head of his cock into my mouth.

I love the way that his body reacts when I finally, mercifully make direct contact with his erection after all of the teasing. The gasp of surprise, the small movements of his hips and legs, the feeling of his hard cock becoming even harder between my lips. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again: I fucking love giving head. If my jaw didn't get so tired that it becomes too weak to continue, I'd suck cock for hours, I swear. I love the way it feels - the skin so soft, ridged with veins, and the way that it throbs when a man is about to cum inside of your mouth. I love looking up at his face while my lips are wrapped around his cock, hearing him moan, feeling his hand in my hair - not tonight, obviously, since Nick's hands are tied.

I wrap my hand around the base of Nick's cock and move my mouth and hand up and down a little faster when he starts to move his hips. Abruptly, I sit back.

"Not yet." I give him some time for the cum boiling in his balls to reduce to a simmer. Holding his head down by his hair, I kiss him again. His mouth is hungry.

"You have such a beautiful cock," I murmur, touching his legs again. I begin to stroke him, building him back up, at times keeping my hand still to watch him buck his hips and fuck my hand, knowing that he will move at a pace to bring himself the most pleasure, making the orgasm build again.

And when I think that he is getting close, I pull my hand away, grinning wickedly as I watch his hips continue to move, fucking the air like a horny little dog for a few moments until his sex-crazed brain registers that the stimulation is gone.

"You want to cum so bad, don't you, Nick? Your cock is so hard, your balls are so full." I repeat the process of ignoring his cock just enough that he creeps back from the verge, but not so much that his cock softens. Kissing him, nipping at his skin, sucking on his nipples.

My eyes fall on the vibrator on the corner of the mattress. I grab it and kneel between his legs.

"Look at that big hard cock. So beautiful," I croon, pushing buttons on the toy, trying to figure out how to make it simply vibrate. There is such a thing as a sex toy with too many features, and I feel like my grandmother trying to work a fucking DVD player. I have a moment of slight panic, afraid that my struggle with this stupid thing is going to kill the mood, but then it starts making that familiar, low buzz.

Toy humming, I touch it to his balls, and then move the clit stimulator up and down his cock. I pause, pressing it against the tip.

"Do you want me to put you in the dress and fuck you?"

"Yes, Goddess."

"Such a slut. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

I turn off the vibrator and begin to suck on him in earnest, bringing him close to orgasm. I pause, letting him move his cock in and out of my mouth, and when my jaw tires I sit up and stroke him with my hand.

"You're so close. You're going to cum."

And then I let go, and once more he is left humping air.

I giggle. "Oh, you want to cum so bad, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm going to fuck you first." I make short work of unbinding his ankles. The rope makes a soft whirring sound as it slides against itself. Then I loosen the knots around his hands and wrists. "Put your dress on."

I find the dildo and my harness while he pulls on the french maid outfit. He stands with his back to me so I can zip him up.

"Keep your dick hard while you're waiting for me. But don't you dare cum." I slip on the harness, positioning the base of the vibrator over my clit. Standing at the edge of the bed, I say, "Bring your ass down here." I flip up the cap and pour lube into my palm. As I rub it over my strap-on cock, he gets into position on elbows and knees, face down.

"Tell me you own me."

Smiling, I rub my slippery fingers over his asshole, sliding one inside. "Yes, I fucking own you. I own this ass. I own your cock. I own your cum."

I position the dildo. "Show me that you want me to fuck you." He pushes back as I press forward. I love the way it feels when he opens up and the dildo sinks completely inside of him until the front of my thighs are pressing into the backs of his.

When he groans, it makes my pussy tingle. I turn on the vibration, grab his hips, and begin thrusting. Looking down, the sight of the dildo pulling out is a rush.

"I love fucking you, Nick. I love owning you."

"Yes, Goddess. Thank you." He presses back and I grind against him, the vibrations stimulating my clit.

"You're such a slut with your dress hiked up. Getting fucked like a whore, wearing your stockings and your heels."

"Tell me you own me."

"I own you. This ass is mine. And I get to decide how and when you cum tonight."




My Saturday Night: Edging



I fuck him until he asks me if he can have a break. I would feel really bad if he had trouble sitting the next day - I've been there - so I pull out and leave my dick on the floor. What a neat trick, huh? As I help him out of his dress, he says, "We're so fucking kinky."

"I know, isn't it great? Want me to tie you back up again?"

"Yes."

He lays back down and I bind his wrists while he watches. "You're getting really fucking good at this."

"I know," I smile. I kiss his mouth, his neck, his chest, letting my fingers play across the straps and silky fabric of his slip. I kiss his arms. His biceps look so sexy when he pulls on the rope. I pour a generous amount of lube into my hand and stroke him until his cock is hard and aching for release.

"Such a beautiful, hard cock. My cock. And you want to cum so badly, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess," he murmurs.

I let go, and rub my hands over the exposed skin of his thighs, above the lace tops of his stockings. I caress his legs, the nylons feel so smooth, and I kiss them. As I let him come down, I continue kissing and touching his legs, hips, and stomach, and then I realize that he is starting to lose his erection.

A little more lube, I wrap my hand around his cock, then I hear a soft snore and try not to laugh. I should mention that Nick has sleep apnea, so he is narcoleptic. Apparently, I have let this tease go on for too long... Sorry, Reader, if I broke your concentration, but this isn't a stroke story, it's a true story, and the truth is not perfect.

I slap his thigh to wake him. "Do you want me to let you sleep?"

"No way!" he exclaims, somewhat groggily. Grabbing the vibrator that he had used in my pussy earlier, I turn it on and use it on his balls. When I have stroked him back to rock hard, I grab the condom I put on the bed next to me after I tied him back up before.

"Do you want to be inside of me, Nick?"

"Yes."

I rub the tip of his cock over my clit. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Goddess."

I lower myself onto him with a sigh. "God that feels good," I murmur, enjoying that full feeling of his cock deep inside of me, rotating my hips as I press against him. Leaning forward, I kiss him, and he thrusts up into me.

"Do you want me to untie you so that you can fuck me?" I ask, my voice low.

"Yes," he breathes. As I try to loosen his bindings, he starts pulling against them and I'm practically fighting with him to free his wrist.

Finally, I grab his forearm. "You need to relax your arm so that I can loosen the knots." Once he is untied, I roll onto my back and he climbs between my legs.

"Fuck me. I want you to cum."

He's like an animal, pounding into me, one thing on his mind. I know that his need to orgasm is all-consuming as I lay on my back and let him fuck me, and it's thrilling. I feel an almost smug satisfaction at having reduced him to this state of intense arousal. Days of teasing and hours of sex - pussy licking, cross-dressing, ass-fucking, tease-and-denial - ending with this raw, most basic of sex acts.

It doesn't matter that he's wearing a skimpy black slip. It doesn't matter that my stockinged feet are pressing against his nylon-clad calves. He is very much a man right now, his hard cock pistoning in and out of my pussy until he cums inside of me. 

But still, even though I am on my back, letting him use my body, I know that the feel of the lingerie on his skin is a constant reminder to him that he is owned. He knows that he is fucking me because I want him to, and that he is having this orgasm with my permission, and that is what makes him cum so fucking hard.

Breathless, he smiles down at me. "That was fucking awesome."

I strive for excellence.

In the morning, it takes us a little while to gather everything that we left scattered about the room last night. I sit on the edge of the bed coiling the rope.

"You always look so bad-ass putting your rope away the next morning."

I smile at him as he gets dressed. After I put my rope away, I take stock of my lingerie before I add that to my bag. He has accidentally taken my things before. Funny, how you can be in a straight relationship and have occasion to ask, "Are those stockings yours or mine?" More than once, I scolded him, calling him a pervert, as I dug through the laundry basket for my shoes or stockings.

I text him to let him know when I get home.

"I fucking loved last night," he writes.

I couldn't agree more. "Seriously. It was awesome."

"And I also loved this morning."

I smile, thinking about my run to buy more rope last night. "The best sex is the kind that requires half an hour of cleaning up the next day... and a trip to Home Depot the night before."

"That's my next Fetlife status."

"I love being kinky with you."

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My Saturday Night: Making Him Beg



Dear Readers,

This is the fourth story in my journal, about my current relationship. I give tease and denial another crack, and I think that I do a MUCH better job than the weekend before. Practice makes perfect... and I intend to keep practicing.

This story contains, among other things, femdom, rope bondage, cross-dressing, a ton of dirty dialogue, and of course, tease and denial. oh, and begging. mmm. And then, when I was feeling merciful, I let him fuck me ;) 

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It's funny, the way that your entire view of the world can shift. At work one morning, I saw a black dog collar left on the counter near our table, and it turned me on. No, I'm not into bestiality! Nick has one just like it, that he wears when we're doing our thing. And when one of the guys from another department brought it over to me that afternoon, proud of himself, thinking that we had been looking for it, well... I had to bite my tongue. I admit, I have had a silly little crush on this guy since I met him, and he shares my dirty sense of humor. I almost told him that I left it there because I wanted him to wear it for me.

If you have read the other stories, you know that Nick and I are into femdom, but the dynamic between us isn't always typical D/s.

One night, about an hour after we got off the phone, I was surprised to get a text. "Taunt me."

"I thought you were sleeping."

"So."

"So what are you doing texting me to taunt you? God. The demanding submissive. You're a fucking enigma." 

"Yes, I know... but I am good at licking your pussy."

"Yes, I know."

The demanding submissive and the compassionate domme. I guess we're the freaks of the freaks.

This past week, we played our no-cumming-till-we're-together-but-let's-tease-each-other-crazy game. I had to laugh on Friday morning when I got this message: "My tongue... your clot." Then, "My tongue your clit."

"You need to turn off autocorrect before it kills the mood. You're trying to be sexy and your phone makes it creepy."

"I know, but it is funny. I am sure it is a fetish for someone." Ugh. He's probably right!

Friday evening, I texted Nick that I was going to my friend Hannah's house and wouldn't be able to have our long nightly chat.

At Hannah's, I arrived with ice cream and a chick flick and we parked our asses on the living room couches. As always, the conversation turned to sex. She calls me her KBF: kinky best friend. I wrote a fictional story for her, "Pleasing Hannah," inspired by a conversation that we had at Ruby Tuesdays over dinner one night. [It's a BDSM story, femdom, some girl-on-girl, check it out.]

"So, the other night, I took out that lingerie, you know, the one I showed you that time?"

I grinned. "I told you! I'm taking full credit for this, even though it really wasn't my doing."

She laughed. "You should tell Rob, 'You're welcome,' when he comes home. He won't have a clue what you're talking about."

Giggling, I asked, "Don't you feel so much better now that you're having sex again?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "Afterwards, I was like, why did we wait so long to do this?"

"See, I told you once you got back into it you'd wonder why you ever fell into that slump. You guys should try to be more open with each other about fantasies. Think about it. Ever since you and I started talking so honestly about sex, we are so much closer."

"If only you had a penis..."

A pause. "Well, I do. You know that. I've got a few, actually." I can't continue without grinning.

"Okay. Let me rephrase. If only you had a penis and no vagina."

"In all seriousness though, what is the worst thing that could happen? He's your husband, he's the one you're supposed to be able to talk with about these things. This is the person who is supposed to see your dark, your ugly, all your imperfections, and love you anyway. As long as you agree that you won't judge each other if one of you says something the other isn't into... Think of all the fun you could have. And think of how much stronger your relationship would be."

"I'm afraid."

"Of telling him what you really want? Or are you more afraid of what he might secretly want?"

"I'm afraid of what he might say."

"Well, just think about it."

My phone rang. I couldn't help smiling when I saw his name on my screen.

I answer. "Hey, what's up?"

"Can you talk?"

"Well I'm at Hannah's, so it would be kind of rude for me to sit here on the phone. I can talk for a minute."

"What are you doing?"

"Watching a movie called 'People Like Us.'"

"Oh, shit, this car is going to hit me." I hear strange muffled sounds and then get disconnected. I stare at my phone, my mind racing. Is he fucking with me? Did I hear him wrong?

Almost 3 years ago, a friend of mine was killed in a car accident. Crazy shit happens. I was trying not to think the worst.

I called him back after a couple of minutes, knowing that if he was able, he would have called me alraedy, but I didn't know what else to do. Voicemail. "I need you to call me back."

As I mentioned in the last "story," Nick's last girlfriend passed away from cancer. Life is short. Losing someone close to you - especially someone young, "before their time" - makes you appreciate the wisdom in that old cliche. There is nothing more important than surrounding yourself with people who love you for who you are. So when you find someone who you can be completely honest with, who understands you and loves you, knowing all the good and the bad, well, you have to hold onto that. 

Finally, he called back.

"Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's no big deal."

I stood up and walked back to the kitchen. "Well I didn't know that! On my end, I hear you say, 'This car is going to hit me!' and then the phone goes dead. I was getting nauseous waiting for you to call back. Jesus fucking Christ!"

As I paced back and forth, he explained that while he was walking the dog, a car lost control and bumped him after he pulled the dog out of the way. We spoke for a few more minutes, then I went back out to watch the movie with my friend.

Near the end of the movie, I got a text message. Every time I hear that familiar blip that lets me know I received a text, that silly little girl in my head gets excited thinking that it may be Nick. And it was him, a picture, actually. Of his hard cock tenting a pair of black panties. 

The next morning, he called to ask me a question and we ended up talking for a few hours, as though making up for the night before. Sex came up a lot during the course of the phone call, which is the norm.

"What if you tie me up and have me lick your pussy?"

"Now I'm thinking of you kneeling with your hands behind your back."

"Yes. Or how about you tie me down on my back and put the strap-on on me, and get on top of me and fuck yourself in the ass with it?"

Mmm. We had talked about this the night prior. My hand wandered between my legs and I teased myself lightly while I listened to his voice. I know, I'm not allowed to cum! I didn't, so it isn't really cheating. We agreed, no orgasm until we see each other.

Several hours later, he texted me a picture of his hand holding up the side of his slip to show me his panties.

"My little slut," I replied.

Then, finally, it is time to meet. They put us in 117 again, so there is no television-related drama this week. Tonight's feature: Personal Services, a Monty Python-esque British film about a woman who get's into the professional D/s scene, inspired by true events. 

I get changed into my lingerie while the movie starts, and he locks himself in the "gates of hell" chastity device. Our usual routine. After pulling on my fishnet thigh-highs, I stand by the edge of the bed. "Help me with my straps?"

When I feel his fingers attaching the garter straps to my stockings, it feels so comfortable, and intimate, and sexy. Of course, wearing lingerie for any man is erotic, but knowing that he has a lingerie fetish makes wearing it around him even more of a turn-on.

I lay back on the pillows, crossing my legs at the ankle, and Nick lays down perpendicular to me, his face near my thighs. I watch as he reaches out to run his fingers across my stockings, his chin resting on a pillow, his nose just inches from my legs as he studies them.

"You can lay your head on my legs if you want to," I smile. He rests the side of his face against my stockinged legs and we watch the movie.

On the screen, there is a scene in a diner, focusing on the waitresses' conversation. A heavyset man pulls up in an expensive car and as he enters the diner, one waitress announces, "BCSD!"

Just as I wonder to myself, 'Am I supposed to know what that means?' Nick asks, "Do you know what BCSD is?"

"Nope."

"Big car small dick."

"Oh, ok," I laugh.

"I have a small car."

"Yes, you do have a small car."

"Know what that means?"

"That you don't spend a lot on gas."

He laughs and gets up off the bed to go over to the table where he had set down his laundry basket of sissy clothing. After a few minutes of rifling through the basket, he pulls out his garter belt and stretches it out between his hands, waggling it back and forth.

"Do you want me to get dressed?"

"If you want to."

"It's up to you. I don't make the decisions."

"We were just watching the movie, so I wasn't in a hurry. But I know you want to get dressed, so get dressed." I turn onto my side to face him, making a point to stare blatantly at him while he changes - not only because I like watching him, but also because it will make him self-conscious. After he pulls off his boxers, he steps into the garter belt, and I watch him pick out panties, pull them on, then back off again, changing his mind.

"Take off your shirt." He pulls his shirt off over his head, keeping his back to me, and I smile. "You have such a cute little ass. I love it even more because I own it." A moment later, he pulls on a pair of black panties that barely contain the bulge of his caged cock. He lays out two slips on the bedspread.

"Which one should I wear?"

"I never saw you in the one with the white lace before. You always wear the all black one with the ripped strap that's tied on, like a cheap slut. Wear the one with the white."

After he pulls the slip over his head, I giggle at him, because this slip has a more generous bust than the other. "You've got no tits to fill out that one." God, do I have fun teasing him, knowing how much the humiliation turns him on.

He lays on his back next to me, and I reach out to touch the black silky material, sliding my hand over his stomach and chest, running a finger under the white lace at the neckline. Caressing the side of his face, I kiss his neck and shoulders, breathing him in. He smells so good that I lay like that for a few minutes, my face pressing against him.

After a time, I turn my attention back to the movie. It is hard to concentrate when he starts touching my legs, and his fingers lightly rub my pussy through my panties. When a pair of women are collaring a man in the film, I take Nick's collar and buckle it around his neck, then clip on the leash.

Before the end of the film, my impatience wins out. I turn to him and we kiss. His kisses become more urgent, suddenly I'm on my back and he pulls away to move between my legs. I know that he wants to lick my pussy, but I grab his leash to stop him.

"Not yet."

He lies back down next to me and speaks softly. "I'm sorry. I get carried away." 

As he apologizes, the thought crosses my mind that he may be looking for a "punishment." But I've got to be honest with him. I kiss him, and say, "I like when you get carried away. I just wanted to go a little slower tonight."

I kiss his mouth, slowly tease his tongue with mine, and he is much more passive now. 

"Kiss my neck," I murmur, rolling onto my back. I grab onto his hair as his lips press against my neck, nearly giving me shivers. Encouraged by the sounds that escape my throat, he sucks harder on the sensitive area below my ear, and though I don't want to, I whisper, "Take it easy." I'd rather not have a huge mark. But it feels so good...

I quickly pull my arms out of the straps of my bustier. "Suck on my tits." As his hot mouth latches on to my nipple, my fingers clutch at his hair and his collar. I feel waves of pleasure over my clit, and when I can no longer stand it, I tell him to lick my pussy.

He pulls off my panties and buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking on my clit. When I tell him to, he slides two fingers inside of me and presses against my G-spot as his tongue flickers over my clit. 

"Yes, lick me. Lick my pussy." I grip his hair tighter with one hand, the other holds the leash.

I am vaguely aware of the whimpering, breathy sounds that I am making as he goes down on me with the determination of an olympic athlete. Would it be more appropriate to use "competitive eater"? That feels like a much naughtier and suitable comparison... 

I can tell by the way he is breathing that he will need a break soon to catch his breath, but his tongue feels so amazing that I just roll my hips, grind my pussy against his face, and hold his head between my thighs, focusing on the pleasure.

When he eventually lifts his head, breathing heavy, I let go. I lay there, panting myself, watching him. He is now standing at the foot of the bed in the dim light, a collar with a leash hanging from his neck, a skimpy slip on his masculine frame, the tops of his stockings visible on his thighs, and he is all business as he rubs lube on the shaft of a vibrator.

He looks like he takes my orgasms very seriously. As well he should.

I gasp as the toy slides inside of me, and moan when I feel the little clit stimulator make contact. He lays against my side, holding the vibrator inside of me while he uses his mouth on my neck and breasts. Moving my hips, I moan, "You're going to make me cum." And soon, I'm sailing over the waves of an intense orgasm, gasping for breath.

"Lick my pussy," I whisper. After a few minutes of his face between my thighs, I tug on his leash. "Lay down so that I can tie you up. On your back."

After hooking my arms back through my straps, I grab the rope, wrap it around his wrists and palms and tie him to the bed frame like I did last weekend. It turns me on to look at his bound hands and wrists, and the way his muscles tense when he pulls at the rope.

Lying down beside him, I run my hand up and down his stomach, the silky black material sliding across his skin. "You love how it feels when I touch you through your lingerie."

"Yes," he murmurs.

My hand moves lower, over his panties and upper thigh. When I touch his inner thigh, the back of my hand grazes his balls, which are barely covered by the panties. I sit up so that I can touch his legs.

"You look so sexy in your stockings. And they feel so nice," I tell him, slowly running my hands down his calves, kissing the top of his foot, then making my way back up his legs with kisses and caresses.

His body gives a little jump when I take his balls in my hand, massaging them. "Look at these big, full balls, filled with cum," I tease. I hook my fingers beneath the waistband, pull his panties down his thighs and smile when I see how hard he is, his cock straining, bulging between the metal rings of the chastity device, with the leather straps around his balls and running up the shaft, connecting the rings. 

The head of his cock is swollen and dripping. I swipe up the precum with the tip of my tongue, and I hear a sharp intake of breath when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. As I suck him, he starts to move his hips. I pull away before he gets too close.

"You want to cum so bad. You've been waiting all week." I lay beside him, running my hand up and down his stomach again, enjoying the softness of the slip sliding across his skin. I lift the hem and drape the slip over his cock and balls, caressing him through the silky material. I stroke the head of his cock, then rub my thumb over the tip and feel wetness seep through the slip.

As I stroke and caress him through the lingerie, I continue to tease him in a low voice. "I own you. I own your cock. I own your orgasm." I also tell him how much I fucking love that he leaks constantly when I'm teasing him. He is so hard, and making sounds like he is getting close.

I pull my hand away and kiss his arm, his neck, and chest. Pulling the lace aside, I tease one of his nipples, sucking on it and pinching it between my lips. I use my mouth on his other nipple, and then I move my face lower, kissing his stomach, letting the fabric slip off of his cock. Sucking on his cock head, I rub my palm over his balls and pull on them gently. I use my lips and tongue on the skin of his shaft that is visible between the leather straps.

I suck hard on the tip of his cock as he begins to thrust his hips, and then, abruptly, I let go.

"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you?"

"Yes, Goddess," he pants.

I look up at him as I slide my hand across his abdomen, down his hip, over his thighs. "You dressed up for me. You locked your cock up for me. You made me cum." I speak sweetly, looking up at the tortured expression on his face. "But I'm not letting you cum yet. I'm so mean."

I move up so that I can touch his arms and chest. I fucking love looking at his arms as he pulls, and seeing the rope wrapped around his wrists. "You want me to put that strap-on harness on you and use your body to make myself cum again. While your cock is caged and useless."

Lying beside him, I pull the slip down over his cock again and start teasing him with my hand. "You love the way this feels, don't you, when I stroke your cock with the slip."

"Yes."

"I own you. This cock is mine. And this ass is mine."

"Yes, Goddess."

"You want me to put you in a dress and fuck your ass, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You're leaking through the slip again." 

All this teasing has got my pussy so wet, which gives me an idea, a way that I have not teased his cock before. I straddle him and lean forward to kiss him. He is so worked up, his mouth frantically meets mine, and I grab him by the hair to hold his head down on the bed while I kiss him.

I grab the bra cup of my bustier and pull it down. His hungry mouth sucks hard on my nipple, making me groan, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. 

"Let go," I mutter, moving my body lower on his. I reach down to pull the slip out of the way, grab the tip of his cock, and press it against my clit. 

"Feel how wet I am? Fuck, that feels good." As we move, his cock bumps against my clit. I reach down again, moving his cock a little lower, and the head slips inside of me.

"You wish you could fuck me. You want to fuck me so bad," I breathe. I look down at his face, his eyes are closed, mouth open, and I lean in to kiss him. He is thrusting his hips beneath me, trying to fuck me, though only the head of his cock is free to slide in and out of my wet pussy. It feels so good, I want to feel more of him inside of me, and I know that this is infinitely more torturous for him.

I bite his lip and climb off of him.

"Please," he whispers.

Standing next to the bed, I take a drink. "Are you thirsty?" He nods and holds himself up as best as he can, being tied down as he is, so that I can hold the bottle to his lips. It's very dimly lit in here and I can't see if he's getting anything, and nearly drown the poor guy.

"Sorry," I laugh. Crossing the room, I retrieve my keys. "I'm going to unlock you. But you aren't going to cum yet." I unlock and unbuckle the device, pulling it off and setting it aside with my keys. After I slide his panties down and drop them to the floor, I wrap my fist around his cock, feeling the indentations from the metal rings, watching him grow to full hardness in my hand.




My Saturday Night: Making Him Beg



"Roll over." I grab his hip and urge him to turn the lower half of his body away from me. I slide his slip up to his waist and tug his garter belt back into place.

"I love this ass," I murmur, running my hand over his butt. "I own this ass." I give him a spank. "You're such a slut." I continue slapping his ass. "I love to see you tied up and dressed in lingerie. Like a bitch."

I roll him onto his back and pour lube into my hand. As I stroke him, I ask, "How do you want to cum tonight, Nick?"

"It's up to you, Goddess." Quickly, he is fucking my hand, so eager, so desperate.

"You could cum in my pussy. Or in my mouth. I could make you jerk off and cum all over yourself."

"Yes," he breathes.

I let go, and he continues thrusting, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

"You want to cum so bad. You want to fuck me."

"Please, Goddess."

"Not yet." I caress his stockinged legs and play with the lace garter belt. "You are so sexy," I coo, bending down to kiss his thigh and nibble at his hip. Lying by his side once more, I move my hand over his stomach, sliding the slip across his skin and pulling it down over his erection.

"Mmm, they're so full," I say as I massage his balls. I curl my fingers around his shaft, wrapping it in the silky fabric, and let him work himself to a frenzy.

Again, I release him before he can pass the point of no return, and leave him humping the air. "Poor boy. I'm so mean," I pout. "You want to cum so bad, but you can't yet, because I don't want you to. I own you."

"Please let me cum," he begs. I tease the rest of his body with my hands and mouth for what must be several very long minutes for him. Then I wrap my lips around his cock. As I move up and down his shaft, taking more of him into my mouth, he bumps the back of my throat and I try to gag as gracefully as possible. I work him faster as he moves beneath me, and once his cock is slick with my saliva, I pull my face away and stroke him like we're in a race for the finish.

"So close, aren't you? You're going to cum."

I release my grip. I'd feel bad for him if I didn't know that he loved this.

"Please, please let me cum. I'll do anything."

Never have sexier words been spoken. It really is a damn shame that I'm just too tired to strap one on, make him suck it, and then fuck his ass until he makes a mess all over himself.

"I want you to fuck me. Keep still so I can untie you." Last time, he kept yanking on the ropes and cinching them tighter while I tried to let him go. As soon as his second hand is free, he is up off the bed and tearing open a condom wrapper.

"Need me to hold up your slip for you?" I tease, sitting up.

"Lay down." Well god damn. This man has one thing on his mind, and I'm not going to get in his way. Matter of fact, when he switches like that, it turns me the hell on.

He wastes no time climbing between my legs and sliding his cock inside of me. "Yes, fuck me. Cum for me." Pulling my arms out of the straps, I say, "Suck on my tits." I moan when he uses his mouth on me, fucking me hard.

I grab his collar and pull his face to mine for a kiss, then let him go. "Such a lucky boy, aren't you? Getting to fuck me like this, after all that teasing. You're going to cum so fucking hard. Cum for me. Cum for me, and then I'm going to lock you back up, because I own you. Cum for me."

He groans, and as his cock throbs inside of me, I wrap my legs around him and pull him close. Hanging his head, he laughs, and I know that Nick is back. Then, he groans again and shudders, like some kind of aftershock, and I smile.

"We're so kinky. It's great," he says.

When he climbs back into bed with me, he admits, "Earlier, I kind of wanted to be punished."

"Yeah, I thought so. There's always next time."

On Sunday morning, after we both return home, I text him a picture of my neck. Won't have my hair pulled back in a ponytail again this week. I think of the time that my boss said, "We all know what you were doing when you come to work on Monday with your hair hanging down to your ankles!" My hair isn't down to my ankles, obviously he was exaggerating, but you get the picture.

"Marked again," I text him.

"I love how you made me beg and you teased me but then I fucked you without control."

"I loved it, too. I loved how hard you came."

Sunday night, I'm sitting in bed with my computer in my lap, writing down an outline so that I can remember the details of the night before, for when I begin the story. I'm having a hard time recalling the things that I said to him while he fucked me, so I ask him when we get on the phone.

"All I could think about was wanting to fuck you and wanting to cum."

I grin. "Well, I guess that was the point of it all, wasn't it? I did a good job."

After a moment, he does remember some of the things that I said to him when he was fucking me. Then, he asks, "Am I a selfish lover?"

"No way! I love to tease you. It turns me on."

"But is it selfish of me to love when you do that?"

"The way you lick my pussy doesn't feel selfish. And besides, this is what you need right now. To give up control." 

Puts kind of a BDSM spin on "sexual healing," but it's the truth. And I'm nothing if not honest.

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The next tale is in the works - and that night, I was not too tired to fuck his ass. Keep an eye out for the next story...



My Saturday Night



I feel such affection for him, he looks so cute laying there - not because he looks like a girl, nobody would ever call this masculine man passable. What makes it "cute" is the fact that he feels so humiliated in his pretty things when he is in sub mode - doesn't make eye contact, avoids mirrors, speaks quietly - but there is also something to be said for the way that he acts like it's no big thing as soon as he's back in regular mode. Even though he snaps out of "subspace" literally seconds after his orgasm, he will stay dressed and go to bed in his slip and stockings. We lay in lingerie and talk until we fall asleep. The endearing quality would be lost on someone who lacks a kinky mind... but I know that you understand me.

Lifting his dress, I wrap my hands around his caged cock and he gasps. I take a moment to tease him with my hands and tell him how pretty he is before I have him lay face down and pull off his panties. I knead his ass cheeks with my hands, pulling them apart so that I can see his asshole. The black lace of the garter belt and straps is so fucking sexy. I kiss his skin. 

I pour lube down the crack of his ass and begin to slide my finger inside of him. "Do you want me inside of your ass? Do you want to get fucked?" As if in answer, he writhes beneath my hand, wanting my finger deeper. "You look like such a slut when you move your ass like that." 

More lube, then two fingers press inside, slowly stretching him. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

With a pillow beneath him, I slather lubrication on the phallus jutting from my crotch and then watch as I begin to penetrate him. He pushes back to take it all, moaning. It's a little hard to believe that this is finally, actually happening after all the time I have spent fantasizing about it, and I try to savor every second of the experience. 

"You love this, don't you. Such a slut for it, in your dress."

I am on my knees behind him, grabbing his hips, and he is pushing back so hard against me that it is difficult to thrust in and out of him. I want to see, I want to watch my girl cock pull out and then disappear inside of his asshole, so I try to hold him still and pull back, slowly stroking in and out with the vibrating cock.

I pull out and stand at the end of the bed. "Bring your ass back here." I put more lube on the toy and he pushes back onto it. Much easier to fuck him this way. I roll my hips, moving in and out slowly, the way that I like my own ass fucked. He really seems to like when the dildo is completely inside of him, and I continue to tease him.

I take my hand off his left hip and slap his ass. "I fucking own you, Nick." 

"Yes, Goddess. You own me."

Slap. "Yeah I fucking own you. This ass is mine. You're such a bitch, ass up in the air, getting fucked. I bet you'd love to have another woman here, to use you."

"Yes."

Slap. "God, I love your ass. I'd love to fuck you, and watch you suck on another woman's strap on. We would use you together. Would you like that, Nick?"

"Yes, Goddess."

Eventually, he pulls away and rolls over onto his back. "Please unlock me," he pants. "I need to cum."

I grab my keys, opening the Masterlock - does anyone sell Mistress locks? - and let him out of his cage. He has been teased for hours, his cock hardly touched.  I know he has been aching for it.

"Oh," he exhales as I wrap my lips around his cock. One of my favorite sex acts is giving head. Fucking love it. I start by moving up and down slowly, taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I wonder, can he feel it when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat just right and I gag?

Sucking on the head, I move my fist up and down his shaft, and the sounds that he makes are so fucking sexy. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and stroke him a little faster, catching my breath and enjoying the sight.

"I want you to cum all over yourself. Jerk off for me."

He reaches down and takes his hard cock in both hands. 

"You want to be used by me and another chick, don't you?"

"Yes," he breathes.

"We own you. I own you. I want you to cum for me."

"Yes." I can hear the urgency in his voice. The need. My eyes are glued to his hand stroking his beautiful erection, and I want to see him cum so badly. His cock is going to throb in his fist and he's going to cum hard, on his french maid outfit, like a good sissy should. And that turns me the hell on.

"We're both wearing strap-ons, Nick. I'm going to fuck your ass while I watch her fuck your pretty mouth. Her hand is on the back of your head, she's grabbing your hair while you suck her dick, baby. And I'm fucking you. I want you to cum for me."

"Yes, Goddess."

"We're both fucking you, on your hands and knees, dressed up like a sissy bitch. Your cock is locked up. I own you." 

The room is quiet except for his heavy breathing and my voice, painting a naughty, sexy picture in his kinky mind while he brings himself closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," I urge as I watch him jack off. Finally, I'm rewarded with the sight of cum spurting up onto his dress as he shoots all over himself. I fucking love it.

"God, you're good," he says in a normal tone of voice. I smile and laugh, always amused at how quickly the mumbling, breathy sub vanishes into the background of Nick's psyche.

"I love making you cum."

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Note to Reader:

As always, please take a moment to rate my story, and if you'd like, leave feedback or send me a message. "Nick" loved reading all the feedback from "My Friday Night," so we're looking forward to it. And if you're wondering about the pictures, I promised him that they are just for me, so I cannot share them... unless you're able to convince him otherwise. ;)

When I write the story of what I did to Nick this past weekend, I may post it in the BDSM category instead of cross-dressing (though he was dressed that night, as usual...), so if you like what I've shared with you thus far, favorite me and keep an eye on my Stories tab or check the BDSM page for the next installment. I think the title will be "My Saturday Night: Edging."