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Bound to Please

By: PussyCat



As I casually glance over my messages, I find one that catches my eye...

"PussyCat, Meet me...7:30 pm...directions enclosed..."

I smile wickedly, wondering what might be in store for me this time. Each encounter with this man has proven to be exciting and extremely erotic, and I cannot wait to find out.

The day seems endless, but finally the time has come, and I am eagerly on my way. I arrive a bit early and find a note on the door. "Be back shortly...make yourself comfortable." .....Once inside, I discover a nice bottle of wine and decide to have a bit while waiting. I decide to take a relaxing and soothing bubble bath by candlelight. The warm water and tingly bubbles, along with the wine, soon have me feeling very relaxed and in a very sensual mood, as I find my hands slowly begin to trace the curves of my soapy, slippery body. My fingers playfully make their way to my smooth shaven pussy, which you always seem to enjoy so. I find myself wondering where you are, what could be keeping you. I need you so badly right now. I need to feel you, I need you to fuck me as only you can.

My devilish thoughts of you are momentarily interrupted when I hear a noise, I glance up to see a tall shadow emerge in the doorway. You smile as you watch me pleasuring myself, wearing nothing but a naughty smile. What a welcome sight you are, it is so good to see you again. Very few words are spoken, there is no need for them. I can see the pure look of lust and desire in your intense eyes as you seem to be able to look deeply within me, and know what it is I crave. You hold up a towel for me, I climb into it as you pat me dry, we embrace one another. I remove your shirt, as it has gotten a bit wet. As you finish drying my back, you allow the towel to fall to the floor, I feel your strong hands moving up and down as you caress my naked body, making me tingle all over, the warmth of your chest presses firmly against my back, as you kiss and nibble my neck. I feel your tongue sensuously making a trail down my spine and teasingly to my ass, you retrace your path back up towards my neck again. 

I shiver with delight as you take my arm and lift it up high over my head, you then take my other arm and do the same. I feel you gently bind them together at the wrists with a silk scarf. I am surprised, but very pleased by this action. I feel yet another silk scarf being wrapped around my eyes. You turn me around so I am facing you, and you begin to kiss me passionately and yet quite forcefully. You tell me: "You are mine tonight to do with as I see fit...You are at my mercy and you will do as I say." Your aggressive behavior is turning me on immensely. The mere thought of giving up all control to you and having no responsibilities as to what will happen to me seems to allow me to feel totally uninhibited, and it puts me in a state of extreme arousal. I can feel my sweet pussy juices dripping down my thighs.

You lead me to the bed and place me on my back, prop a pillow under my head and tie my bound wrists to the headboard. I feel you prop another pillow under my ass to elevate it just so, to your liking. I feel you binding my legs so I am in a spread-eagle position, my pussy and ass fully exposed and vulnerable to you. I hear you undressing, you climb into the bed, you kiss me as if to reassure me you won't harm me... but I already know you won't, I trust you thoroughly. I find myself wondering if you are enjoying seeing me in such a vulnerable position. 

I feel your cock dangle over my mouth, my tongue lashes out to taste you, I lick up and down your rigid shaft as you guide it gently into my mouth, almost as if you want me to know just how very aroused you are by allowing me just a moment to feel how erect your cock is as you briefly thrust it into my mouth. I feel your cock slide between my breasts as it slowly and tantalizingly makes it's way down my body nearing my now sopping wet pussy. I feel your tongue circle my nipples, followed by a gentle sucking, and then a playful yet forceful nibble as your teeth firmly grab hold of my nipple and pull. Your tongue slowly continues to trail down my body, I soon feel you fucking my belly button which makes me giggle just a bit. I feel your hands massaging my inner thighs, so close to, yet purposely avoiding any contact with my pussy, knowing you are driving me mad with desire as you feel me squirming and writhing about within the limitations of my bindings. 

I can feel your warm, rapid breath between my legs. I am so incredibly hot and horny for you right now, as I beg for you to please fuck me. I hear a humming noise, as you place a vibrating object against my clit...the sensation I am deriving from this feeling is driving me to the edge. I can sense you are standing there, watching me and smiling, it must please you so to see me like this... I can feel myself nearing an orgasm. But, it is not time just yet, you tell me as you remove it. 

I soon feel something that startles me, an icy tingly feeling on my now very sensitive nipples, followed by the warmth of your mouth. I soon feel the icy coldness trailing down my stomach. As I begin to sense what is about to happen...I find that the anticipation I am feeling is quite erotic as you slowly and deliberately tease me with the ice. The ice suddenly touches my clit and I jump! You tell me to stay still and behave or you will have to punish me. You run the ice up and down my clit, you follow the icy path with your warm, long, sensuous tongue. The feeling of cold and then warmth is very titillating. I feel the ice teasing my ass and I try my hardest to remain still. As your tongue nears my pussy and makes contact, I frantically try to raise my hips up to you as you slowly probe and lick me, kiss me, begin to tongue fuck me...thrusting your strong tongue deeply within me. You once again tell me to stop moving but I cannot...my pussy is craving to be thoroughly fucked. You push the ice cube deep inside of me which makes me really squirm and moan. All you say is, "My Kitten, you have been warned...."

You untie my legs and bring me to my knees, order me to be still. I know you are quite serious by the tone of your voice. Suddenly I hear a sharp noise and a stinging sensation as your hand firmly makes contact with my ass. You tell me I have been very naughty, and naughty Pussy's deserve to be spanked. You continue until my ass is a rosey-red color. This is only arousing me more as my pussy is now dripping and aches for you all the more. 

I take my punishment in silence and as a reward I feel your hands begin to gently caress my now very tender ass, your fingers begin to probe my needy pussy, and to my surprise, your tongue begins to explore my virginal ass... As I begin to relax a bit, and get used to this new feeling, your tongue continues to probe and explore deeper and deeper, I feel you become more insistent and aggressive. I soon feel the tip of your rock hard cock replacing your tongue, and this gets me very excited. You tease me for a bit, but instead decide to thrust your cock deeply into my ravenous pussy with one hard stroke penetrating me ever so deeply, as I let out a loud moan you continue to fuck my pussy for a bit. I once again start to feel you slide your pussy-soaked cock up against my ass, you gently push the tip of it in. 

As I begin to accept you, I can feel you begin to use a bit more force, but yet still being gentle and patient until you feel I am ready for you. I soon begin pushing into you to meet your strokes, you take this as a sign that I am now ready, as you begin to slowly fuck me, sliding a bit more in with each stroke until you are fucking my tight ass with your entire cock. I no longer feel any discomfort, only feelings of pleasure, I soon feel something entering my pussy. You begin to fuck me simultaneously with your cock in my ass and a vibrator in my pussy....I am instantly overcome by the most intense series of orgasms, as I begin to loose all control and surrender myself completely to you. I have never experienced such feelings of intense euphoric pleasure before...as I feel the warmth of your cum shooting into me. 

We collapse in on the bed...I am still bound to please you...

Bound to Please



My name is Tabitha. The firm I work for sent me to Baltimore on business. The 2nd night there I was dining in the hotel restaurant when the hostess approached my table. "Our tables are full up right now and those three women standing by the door asked if I would inquire about their dining with you. I think they're tired of waiting on a table," she said laughingly.

I looked over at the three women she pointed out to me. All three were attractive, well-dressed, businesswomen. Or they appeared to be by their dress.

"Why not, I told the hostess. I haven't had a decent personal conversation since I left Indiana."

The three introduced themselves to me as they were seating themselves. Susan, Rachel, and Megan. We made some small talk, like where you from where do you work, but they pretty much talked to each other and ignored me. This was a little frustrating but I made the best of it.

As we were leaving the dining room Susan, or I think it was Susan, asked me if I was staying at the hotel. I told her I was and she asked if I wanted to join them for a drink later.

"Sure, I told her. Anything to get me out of my hotel room."

She then ask me my room number so they could call me when they got ready to go to the bar. I gave her my room number.

About an hour later there was a knock on my door. It was the three women I had dined with. I invited them in, told them I would like to change before going to the bar.

"Ok, Susan replied. We'll wait for you."

I was a little uncomfortable about removing my clothes in front of them. I have a very nice body and nothing to be ashamed of. I guess it was because they were strangers.

I removed my jacked, blouse and skirt when I heard Megan say, "Why don't we stay here. She looks like she would be fun."

The next thing I know two of them have me by my arms and throw me on the bed.

"What are you doing,' I cried out. I didn't get an answer. I started to scream but one of them stuffed something in my mouth.

Now they had me pinned on the bed and Susan was tying my left arm the to bedpost. Megan was tying up my right arm. I was frightened out of my mind. Were they going to kill me? What did they want? Once my arms were secure they pulled over three chairs and sat there looking at me.

Susan went to the phone and ordered a two bottles of wine be sent to the room. Finally one of them spoke. "She has nice tits don't she?" Susan said. "I told you in the lobby she would have nice tits. Nice legs and ass too."

There I lay in my bra and panties, black garter belt and stockings. I even still had my high heels on.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman before," Rachel asked.

I shook my head no to the question not knowing what she meant by it. About that time someone knocked on the door. It was the wine. Susan made the guy stay in the hallway as I tried my best to scream. Whatever was stuffed in my mouth just allowed a muffled squeal.

They poured themselves some wine and continued staring at me. Then they did something I couldn't believe. They all spread their legs, pulled up their skirts, and began rubbing themselves. It was like they were priming themselves. I was right but didn't know it at the time.

By now I was crying hysterically. The tears were burning my eyes. They paid no attention to my pleading.

Through my tears I could see Rachel quicken the pace of her fingers. Suddenly her body shuddered and sigh emitted from her lips. She then stood up, removed her panties, and walked over to the bed. She removed the gag from my mouth. What a relief, I thought, as I took a big gulp of air. Not for long. She was stuffing her panties into my mouth!!!

They were extremely warm and wet. I felt some juices warming my throat and all I could do was swallow. Her pussy juices were leaking from her panties. I felt like I should be getting sick but I wasn't. I didn't understand.

Now Rachel was fumbling for the front hook of my bra. When she unhooked it my now swollen breast fell out heavily. Why were my nipples so hard?

"Look, her nipples are hard," I heard her say. "Look how long they are. They must be 3 inches long."

She lowered her mouth to my left breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her other hand was pinching my right breast hard enough to make me wince.

Now Susan's face was looming above me. She pulled the panties from my mouth and lowered her lips to mine. I was twisting my head from side to side trying to pull away but her hands clamped my head and held it still. Her tongue was trying to enter my mouth. My mouth was clenched tight. She pulled away for a moment and slapped me across my cheek. She then lowered her lips again and I submissively opened my mouth. I could feel her tongue snake its way down my throat.

Someone was rubbing my pussy through my panties. I couldn't see who it was. I tried to put it out of my mind. That didn't last long as I felt the squishing my panties must have surely been making. I was soaking wet as my whole body was betraying me by this depraved assault. I suddenly realized I was sucking on Susan's tongue. How long have I been doing that, I wondered?

I heard Megan speak. "She's almost ready Susan. Are you going to go first."

What does that mean, first, I wondered?

Suddenly it didn't seem so important. What was important was the heat between my legs.

Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth. She walked across the room to her purse. I could tell she was removing her clothes. God, what a body, I thought, as an unnatural craving swept over my body.

I couldn't tell what she was doing. Then I saw her turn around. She had the biggest dildo I ever saw hanging between her legs. It must be twelve inches long and 7 inches around. It was huge, un-real. She can't use that on me, It was massive.

As she walked towards me I began to whimper. "Please, god please, don't use that on me. It's too big. It will tear me apart." She didn't listen to my pleading but continued to climb up between my legs. "Please, I beg of you," but it fell on deaf ears.

"Shut up slut," I heard Rachel hiss. She then continued the assault on my tits.

I felt the head of the massive cock rubbing on the entrance to my cunt. I began to beg again when I felt the head enter into me. My pussy was stretched to its limit to allow the head enter me. She slowly pushed forward till about 4 inches were inside me.

Now Megan's tongue was inching down my throat. It momentarily took my mind off of the thick, long cock. Not for long. My pussy was now fuller than I had ever felt.

"Six inches, I heard Susan say. You still got six inches to go you little slut."

"Six inches. I can't take more than what's in me," I squealed. I felt my hips thrusting to meet her rhythmic plunges into my cunt. The pain was gone. Now I felt nothing but an intense sensation. My hips were now rising completely off the bed trying to suck more of this fat, hard phallus up into me.

"You want it all now don't you slut, she screamed at me.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss, I cried out shamefully. Fuck meeeeeeee. Give it all to me."

I felt Susan lunge forward and bury that huge, thick dick into my pussy.

"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, I screamed as my body began to tremble. UGH UGH UGH," I grunted like a pig as Susan kept plunging in and out of my swollen mound. I felt the orgasm swell up inside of me. Now my cunt was exploding.

"I'MMMMMM CUMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNGG," I screamed out in utter pleasure.

Wave after wave of unceasing, intense sensation racked my body. I didn't want it to ever end. Susan kept on fucking me for what seemed an eternity. While one orgasm was waning another was coming on. I lost track of how many times I cum. By now I was muttering incoherently, right up to when I passed out.

When I awoke there was a pussy pressed against my lips. My tongue instinctively slipped inside. For the next 30 minutes I ate all three of the women to climax. My face was covered in cum juice. My pleasure was total. Are almost.

All this pussy eating had me wanting that big dick again. The sheets beneath me were covered in cum. Pussy juice was still flowing out of me running down into the crack of my ass. God it felt so good.

I suddenly realized the ropes on my wrist had been released. Megan and Rachel were getting dressed. Susan still had the beautiful, monstrous dick hanging between her legs. "Please fuck me again, I heard myself beg. Pleaseeeee." I was grunting like a dog in heat as my fingers were assaulting my cunt.

They were all looking at me. I heard Susan speak. "Lets not run off just yet girls, I heard her say. If she's willing to have this thick dick burying in her ass I'm willing to stay a little while longer."

They all watched smilingly as I turned over, got on my knees like a dog spreading my legs invitingly.



Bound to Please



"I've got you something..."

Kayla started in surprise at the unexpected voice, almost dropping the coffee cup she was rinsing. Placing the mug on the draining board, Kayla turned to face the owner of the voice.

"How did you get in here?" 

"Your housemate was just leaving, she let me in." He paused. "I've got something for you." He said again.

Once the shock at his surprise visit had worn off, she found that the usual excitement she felt whenever she saw him was beginning to build.

"What is it?" She almost whispered, knowing from his tone that whatever it was she would enjoy immensely.

"I can't tell you that, I'm afraid..." And then he grinned.

Her heart leapt and a second later she was in his arms, their lips locked together, arms tight around each other. Hearing the sound of the kitchen door opening a minute later, they hastily pulled apart in time to see Ally one of Kayla's housemates entering the room.

"Don't mind me." She grinned, heading for the fridge.

Kayla and Rob exchanged a look, and without a word left the room and headed upstairs.

When they reached her bedroom, Kayla sat on the bed whilst Rob removed a padded brown paper packet from his coat. He made her wait as he carefully draped his discarded jacket over the back of her chair, before finally joining her on the bed. Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, Kayla took the package Rob held out to her. Curious, she felt the outside of the package, unable to resist shaking it, but she still had no idea what was inside. Torn between savouring the moment and ripping it open, she paused to look at him. His face wore a similar expression to her own and the realisation that he was just as excited as her spurred her on. Teasing herself just as much as him, she slowly pulled on the plastic cord, opening the package an inch at a time, watching the play of emotions over his face as she got closer and closer to the end. 

Finally, the paper gave way completely and reaching inside, Kayla pulled out the first thing she touched. Her heart lurched as she fingered it, turning it over in her hands, the anticipation of what was to come already building up inside her. The item she held was a length of white leather, just over an inch wide, with three metal D-rings at even intervals and a buckle fastening which she realised could take a small padlock. Reaching into the packet again she pulled out a similar piece, though it was wider, about two inches, shorter and with only one ring. Biting her lip out of a combination of nerves and excitement, Kayla pulled out three more strips each with a single metal ring and lockable buckle fastening, until she had five in front of her, one long narrow strip and four shorter wider ones. She was about to push the packet aside when she realised it still wasn't empty. Her heart pounding, she reached inside one more time. 

Throwing the empty packet away she looked down at the final piece. Enclosed in a plastic wrapper was what appeared to be a long length of heavy chain and something else. Tearing a hole in it, she shook the contents out onto the bed, realising there was more than just one chain inside. Five small padlocks and a bunch of keys were accompanied by five separate chains of different lengths. One chain was around eighteen inches long, whilst the other four were divided into pairs, two foot long chains and two of about six inches in length. All five chains had trigger hooks attached to each end. There were also a few extra double ended trigger hooks, and Kayla could only wonder what they were all for. 

Rob gave Kayla the time she needed to take in everything that the parcel had contained, watching as she lifted one of the leather restraints, absentmindedly stroking it as she examined it. The shop Rob had ordered from, had provided a selection of colours, but the innocence of the white on something that was so blatantly anything but, had been too tempting. And he'd known Kayla would appreciate the contradiction. Finally she looked up, catching Rob's eye with her own. For a moment neither of them moved, then she grinned, the almost childish delight in her eyes touching something inside him. He wanted to catch her up in his arms, smile and then kiss her senseless, but he knew if he did that, their fun and games would be over before they started. Reigning in his emotions, he waited until she dropped her eyes again, reaching for one of the lengths of chain, before he spoke.

"Pass me the collar, Kayla." Rob quietly commanded.

He could tell she'd been expecting the order, but still noticed the slight tensing of her shoulders as she reached for it. He watched as she took a deep breath before meeting his gaze and handing him the longest length of leather. Lifting her hair, she allowed him to fasten it around her neck, waiting patiently as he reached for one of the padlocks, opening it with one of the keys before slipping it into the loop on the collar's buckle. As Rob clicked the lock closed, something almost imperceptible changed. Kayla was still fully dressed yet the collar made her feel almost naked; as if all her independence had been stripped away, and now she was his property, to do with as he pleased. She hated it. She loved it. 

Torn between her own conflicting emotions, Kayla was unaware of the effect she was having on Rob. He was watching her intently; fascinated by the effect the locked collar was having on her. He knew this was what she wanted, but he also knew it would take her time to get used to it, to the idea of relinquishing control to him completely. She had to trust him, and he had to earn that trust by not pushing her. But it was hard. He hadn't realised how much of his own restraint he would have to exhibit. Realising Kayla was now waiting patiently, if a little nervously, for his next command, he mentally shook himself, forcing his thoughts back to the task at hand.

"Kayla, I want you to strip for me." He said the words with a control he was far from feeling, but Kayla was too distracted to notice.

Nervously, she got to her feet in front of him. It was by no means the first time she had stripped for him, but this was the first time it had been on his orders. Usually it was her way of teasing him, of showing that she was in control. This was different, but she couldn't honestly say she didn't like it. Wishing she could have a drink to pacify the butterflies in her stomach, Kayla slowly reached for the hem of her top, lifting it up to reveal her pale pink lacy bra. Tugging it over her head, she felt the fabric catch slightly on her collar before it came free, and her heart beat kicked up another notch as she tossed it aside. Unbuttoning her jeans she pushed them slowly down her thighs, to expose her matching lace thong. Putting a hand against the wall for support, Kayla removed her jeans completely. Unclasping her bra Kayla pulled the straps down her arms, letting the fabric fall away from her breasts. Letting the bra drop forgotten to the floor she paused, leaving her standing in front of Rob in nothing but her thong and the white leather collar. Taking another deep breath, she reached for the waist band of her panties, but he stopped her before she could do anything.

"Come here." She obeyed his order without hesitation.

As Kayla stopped just in front of him, Rob lifted one of the cuffs from the bed beside him, reaching for her left wrist and carefully fastening the buckle. Repeating the process with her right wrist he secured both restraints with locks. Running his hands up her arms, Rob stroked her skin, caressing her arms, her shoulders, and then lower. Cupping her breasts he rolled her nipples between his fingers, tugging lightly at the taught peaks. She moaned, as with one final pull, he continued his downward path. Reaching her thong, he hooked his fingers under the waist band, and pulled them down in one motion. Stepping out of them, Kayla kicked aside the scrap of lace before resuming her position in front of him. She was acutely aware that whilst she wore nothing but her leather bindings, Rob was still fully dressed, but she knew he had engineered it that way. With him still fully dressed, Kayla felt even more exposed, more controlled. Licking her lips she waited for his next move. 

For a full minute he left her standing there, until finally he reached across the bed for one of their new toys. Expecting the ankle cuffs, she was surprised and slightly apprehensive when he picked up the longest of the lengths of chain. A second later he had clipped one end to the front ring of her collar, effectively leashing her. Releasing the chain he let the cool metal swing against her body, between her breasts and over her stomach. She shivered at the sensations, even as her mind rebelled against being collared and leashed, but before she could object, Rob stood, turning her until her back was to him. 

Unwilling to risk testing him so early on, Kayla stood facing forward, resisting the temptation to turn her head and see what he was doing. When he reached for her wrists she forced herself to relax and allow him to move her, whichever way he chose to. She felt him pulling her wrists together behind her back, with her elbows bent so that her arms were crossed behind her. Then she heard a click and realised what the spare trigger hooks were for. Wanting to test the bonds but still reluctant to move without his permission, Kayla stood, naked and waiting. She listened to the jingle of a chain as Rob reached for something else, and a moment later she felt him clip something to the ring on the left side her collar. As the cold metal of a chain brushed her back she forced herself to stand still as Rob attached the other end to her right cuff, repeating the process with the right hand ring and her left cuff. With the movement of her arms restricted even further, Kayla tried to calm her ragged breathing as she waited once more, whilst Rob admired his handiwork. Finally satisfied, he turned her back to face him. 

The position he had forced her into, as well as her desire to please him, had her standing very straight, her chest pushed forward, and Rob took advantage, cupping her breasts and stroking them roughly, teasing her. She moaned and he instantly withdrew. Frustrated, she opened her mouth to protest, but the look on his face silenced her before she could even begin.

"You will speak only when spoken to." The authority and control in his voice sent shivers of anticipation down Kayla's spine. "And you will address me as Sir. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir." She whispered, mortified that she was allowing him to treat her that way, even as she felt the wetness pooling between her legs.

"What was that, slave?" 

"Yes Sir." She forced her voice louder.

"That's better."

As a reward he squeezed her breast and this time she bit back the moan of pleasure.

"Now, I want you to kneel for me."

Knowing there was no answer required, Kayla did as she was told, carefully dropping to her knees on the carpet. The manoeuvre was much harder without the use of her hands to balance herself, but she managed it with a little help from Rob. 

Once she was on the floor, Rob took the opportunity to fasten and lock the remaining cuffs around her ankles. Reaching for a pillow Rob placed it about a foot in front of her, by the end of the bed, and motioned for her to move onto it. Already grateful to have something soft to kneel on compared to the rough carpet, Kayla shuffled forward onto the cushion. But it was a short lived comfort. Once she had settled, Rob looped the chain from her collar around the bar at the end of the bed and clipped the trigger hook back on to the chain. It was not especially secure, but without the use of her hands, she wasn't going anywhere fast. As if he had read her mind, Rob reached for one of the remaining six inch chains, and fastened her ankles together. Moving back, he admired his work once more. Briefly he tapped the inside of her leg until she opened her thighs a bit further, then seemingly satisfied he got to his feet, and left the room.

Kayla wasn't sure how long Rob left her there alone, but it was long enough for her to test each one of her bonds, and realise there was no escaping. Her ankles and the leash were merely clipped, and easily undoable, but the position of her hands prevented her from undoing anything. Instead she was forced to remain where she was, waiting for Rob's return. Finally she heard the sound of the door opening behind her. She longed to turn her head but still unwilling to displease him, she remained as she was, mentally checking that her body was still in the same position in which he had left her. He moved into her peripheral vision and she couldn't help turning her head slightly. She watched as he reached into his jacket pocket for something and a moment later pulled out an envelope. Too curious to remember to look away, it wasn't until Rob spoke Kayla remembered she wasn't supposed to be looking.

"Is there something you wanted?" His voice held a trace of amusement over the steel control.

"No Sir." She dropped her eyes, blushing furiously.

"You sure about that, slut?"

The term didn't bother her as much as she thought it should, but it embarrassed her even more. 

"Yes Sir."

Her discomfort seemed to have no effect on Rob as he finally released her from the bed post, wrapping the chain of her leash around his hand. 

"Now, are you going to be a good little slave?" He tugged slightly, forcing her straighter.

"Yes Sir." She nodded.

"Good girl." He patted her head and the fact he was treating her like a puppy in need of training did not escape her.

"Now, if you do as you're told like a good little slut, you'll be rewarded, but if not, I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

She was beginning to feel like a broken record, but for the meantime at least, it appeared that Rob had tired of asking her questions.

Releasing her leash to swing against her naked body, Rob moved across the room, heading for her wardrobe, and opening it, pulled out a bag from the back of one of the shelves. Instantly she recognised the Ann Summers bag in which she kept her toys. Walking back to her, Rob upended the bag on the bed. Returning anything he wasn't interested in to the bag, he carefully selected a small selection of items and left them at the end of the bed, before returning the bag to the cupboard.

"Now, what first..." He said, more to himself than to her.

Her heart pounded as he rifled through the collected toys before he eventually chose one, but he was careful not to show her what it was. Moving the selected item out of sight, Rob returned to stand in front of her. 

From her position on the floor her head was at the same level as his fly, and she realised instantly that was his intention. She licked her lips in unconscious anticipation, as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his hard cock.

"Is this what you want, slut?"

She moaned in response, automatically leaning forward.

In one movement he grabbed her leash and forced her head up to look him in the eye.

"Answer me, slut."

"Yes Sir, it's what I want." Her breathing was ragged as she felt him tug on her collar a little harder.

"Beg for it, slut."

Kayla wanted to defy him. Wanted to object to the names he was calling her, to the rough way he was treating her. But she couldn't.

"Please Sir," She begged, her eyes locked with his. "Please let me suck your cock. I'll be a good slave I promise."

In response he loosened his grip on her leash, taking a step forward until the tip of his erection brushed against her face. Opening her lips, Kayla greedily sucked him into her mouth, stroking her tongue over him, using every trick she knew to give him pleasure. As she licked and teased, Rob ran his fingers through her hair, murmuring encouragement.

She moaned as he pulled out, moving out of her reach and carefully zipping up his trousers. She longed to have her hands free so she could feel him beneath her touch, but she was painfully aware that even if her hands had been free, any disobedience would be punished. Still not sure how far he would go, Kayla was tempted to push the boundaries a little. She knew he loved her, knew he wouldn't hurt her, but this was a side of him she had never seen before. They had experimented with bondage plenty of times in the past, but he'd always been gentle. He'd used scarves or ribbons or fur covered handcuffs, and he'd never left her tied up for long. The leather and chains were a new experience, one she had to admit she was enjoying. And though he'd talked dirty to her in the past, the new crudeness of his language was affecting her much more than she was willing to openly admit.

Deciding to leave the boundaries in tact a little longer, Kayla waited patiently for Rob's next instruction. After a long while, which she suspected was calculated intentionally to provide her with a false sense of security, or else a growing sense of unease, Rob reached for her. Helping her to her feet, he moved her over to the bed, lifting her and placing her down in the centre, kneeling once more. This time he attached the leash to the headboard, before retrieving the envelope he had taken from his coat. Shaking the contents in to his hand Kayla craned her neck in an attempt to see what it contained. But her actions did not go unnoticed.

"You're a curious little, bitch, aren't you?"

The dog reference did not escape her and she found herself blushing yet again.

"Sorry Sir." As she said the words she realised she'd unknowingly pushed one of the boundaries she had been contemplating just moments before.

"I'm going to have to punish you, you know that don't you?" He stroked one of her breasts as he spoke.

He sounded almost sympathetic as if he truly felt sorry for having to punish her. Then she caught the gleam in his eye and realised he'd been waiting for her to slip up.

"Yes Sir." She took a deep breath as she answered his question, unable to hide her excitement, despite her apprehension.

Giving her breast one last squeeze, Rob reached for something he had left on her bedside table. Again he was careful not to let her see what he held, and this time Kayla held herself in check, unwilling to add to her punishment. 

"Do you know what happens to curious slaves, Kayla?" His voice held a light teasing note as he ran a hand over her ass.

She shook her head "No Sir."

"They have to be taught not to be."

At his words a shiver of apprehension shook her. She still had no idea where he was going with this, but she was too excited to care. He moved behind her and Kayla forced herself to remain facing forward. She felt his hands as he began to caress her ass cheeks, squeezing her just a little harder than was necessary. She couldn't help herself as she pressed herself back against his hands, enjoying the feel of his palms on her naked skin. 

She was beginning to notice the free way in which he kept touching her, a stroke here, a caress there. Like he was petting a puppy. The thought entered her mind unbidden and she almost scowled before she remembered herself. More and more she was feeling like nothing more than a play thing. His little bitch to act as a slave to his every whim. And she was. As the full realisation of her position sunk in she had to bite her lip to keep herself quiet. She was completely and utterly under his control. She couldn't even move without his permission. Suddenly everything went black and she cried out in surprise. She'd been so lost in her own thoughts she had near forgotten about her upcoming "punishment", and she was totally unprepared for the blindfold which he had quickly secured over her eyes.

With her sight impaired, Kayla instantly found her other senses increased. She could hear the sound of Rob's breathing behind her and feel the soft tickle of his breath on her shoulder. The bed shifted as Rob moved and Kayla almost lost her balance, but his hand on her shoulder steadied her.




Bound to Please



"I believe you wanted to know what the envelope contained?"

Kayla heard his voice from somewhere on the other side of the room.

"Yes Sir." Her tongue flicked out to moisten her dry lips.

She jumped as he landed a gentle swat on her backside with his palm. His bare feet made no noise on the thick carpet and she hadn't heard him return. He flicked one of her nipples and she inhaled sharply.

"Now, now, now, what have I said about curiosity?" He chuckled.

"Sorry Sir." He punctuated her apology with a second swat, slightly harder than the first.

She held her breath as she waited for his next move, and moaned as he caught her nipples between his finger tips, squeezing and tugging on them until they stood out stiffly. She longed to feel his hot mouth on her breasts, kissing and sucking on her, but she didn't dare ask. Biting her lip, she straightened her posture just a little, thrusting her breasts out in front of her, hoping to entice him into fulfilling her desires. She thought her requests might be answered when she felt his hand cupping her right breast again but instead of his mouth, she felt him slip some sort of loop over her erect nipple before pulling it tight. She gasped at the sensations as he repeated the process with her left nipple. She had no idea what Rob had done, but she could feel the tug of the loops pulling on her sensitised skin. Heart pounding, Kayla wondered if this was her punishment, the sensual torment of the loops on her nipples, accompanied by the enforced darkness of the blindfold, or if more was still to come.

Rob forced himself to take a deep breath and a step back as he let his eyes run over Kayla. She looked incredible, chained and kneeling on the bed, legs spread, arms and ankles tied, breasts thrust out in front of her, four lengths of chains linking their taught peaks. The nipple jewellery had been a last minute addition to his plans, but he'd seen it in a shop in town and had been unable to resist. The silver chains matched the ones he had used to bind her perfectly and the weight of them tugging lightly on her nipples was an added bonus. Taking a couple more steps backwards, Rob tilted his head, forcing himself to be critical.

"Spread your legs for me, slut." He grinned as her cheeks reddened, but she obeyed instantly, widening her thighs and giving him an enticing view of her soaking pussy. 

She really was enjoying herself he realised, smiling to himself. He watched as Kayla caught her lower lip between her teeth and that was what he'd been waiting for.

Her heart pounded as she strained to hear any sound that Rob might make, but the room was silent. She knew he hadn't left, but it felt like hours since she had felt his touch. His last command was still ringing in her ears. The order to spread her legs had made her painfully aware of just how wet she was, and how desperately she was beginning to crave a release of the tension inside her. Kayla tried to block out the name he had called her, tried to pretend she didn't love the way he was treating her, but she couldn't. She bit her lip even as she longed for another order, longed for him to use her like the dirty little slut she was.

The sound of a click pulled her out of her thoughts. Blindly trying to work out where the sound was coming from she licked her lips as she heard the sound again. She recognized the sound but before she could place it, she felt the bed shift as Rob returned. The mysterious clicks forgotten, Kayla focussed all her attention on obeying his wishes, wanting desperately to please him. She shivered as his hand caressed the inside of her thigh, high enough to tease but low enough to leave her desperate for more.

"Do you like that, slut?" His voice was a whisper but it was filled with iron control.

"Yes Sir, oh yes." She moaned as his hand moved an inch higher.

"Good." He moved his hand away.

She whimpered in protest but he quietened her with a light tug on the chains linking her nipples. Feeling his hands on her collar, Kayla wondered what he had in store for next, and couldn't help the sound of surprise that escaped her lips as she felt him free her arms from the collar. A minute later he had unclipped the trigger hook and placed her arms at her sides, massaging each in turn to restore some of the circulation. She waited patiently as he removed the chain between her ankles and finally her blindfold, making her blink at the sudden brightness. She was about to look down to see what he had used to connect her nipples when she remembered why she had been blindfolded in the first place. Keeping her head up, Kayla forced her gaze to remain looking straight ahead.

For a minute or two, Rob amused himself fiddling needlessly with one of the chains, again giving her time to wonder what would happen next. Eventually he returned his attention to his waiting slave. Once more taking advantage of her exposed stance, Rob ran a hand over her body, squeezing her ass, caressing her thigh, and tugging on the nipple chains. By the time he was finished, he could see the strain of remaining still on Kayla's face. Deciding she deserved a reward, Rob moved across the bed to kneel in front of her. Removing her leash from the bed he once more wrapped the chain around his hand, before pulling on it until she moved forward. As his lips met hers, he felt her sigh of relief against his mouth. Without hesitation, he deepened the kiss, and she returned it hungrily, wrapping her freed arms around him and pressing her naked breasts against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Running his spare hand down her back, he cupped her ass, kneading and caressing it, pressing her against him. Unable to resist, he moved his hand lower, sliding a finger between her parted legs, spreading her moisture over the opened folds of her sex. She moaned as he pushed one finger inside her tight pussy, pumping her with it. Breaking the kiss, Rob stared down into her lust glazed eyes. Her breathing was ragged as she ground against his finger, moaning softly. She was getting close. Too close. With a single movement, Rob removed his finger, giving her clit a quick flick before withdrawing completely.

Kayla cried out as Rob let her go. She had been so close to relieving the enormous tension inside and now she was so horny she was almost in pain. Seeing Rob reattaching her leash to the headboard, looking so calm and relaxed, almost pushed her over the edge, but she bit her tongue against the pleas that she longed to utter. Her breasts rose and fell with each of her ragged breaths and she could see Rob's eyes straying to watch their movement.

"Lie down, slut."

His voice was quiet and Kayla almost didn't hear him and she paused to look at him. Her hesitation cost her.

"I said, lie down."

The steel in his voice sent shivers down her spine. Hurrying to obey, Kayla lay down on her back in the centre of the bed. Before she could think, Rob moved over her, using the chains to fasten each one of her cuffs to the corners of the bed. When he'd finished, Kayla found herself spread wide, the chains too short to provide her with any freedom of movement. 

She heard the buzzing before she saw its cause, but she knew instantly what it was. Her heart pounded as Rob slowly stroked her vibrator over the tops of her breasts, across her stomach and over the insides of her thighs. She writhed in her bonds as Rob teased her, slowly moving closer to her slick folds, inch by inch. 

"Do you want me to fuck you with it, slut?"

"Yes, please Sir." She moaned breathlessly.

"Tell me what you want, slut." He had stopped moving upwards as he spoke and Kayla was desperate.

"Fuck me with it, Sir." She begged desperately, "Please Sir"

"No." 

At the unexpected refusal, Kayla felt as though her heart would stop. She needed to feel something inside her, more than she needed her next breath. Why was he denying her this? She felt like crying as her pussy clenched around nothing, searching for release.

"And maybe next time when I give you an order you'll obey without being told twice."

Her heart pounded. He'd tricked her. He knew she hadn't heard his order, and he'd done it on purpose, looking for any excuse to punish her. Suddenly she knew what he wanted.

"I'm sorry Sir, Please forgive your slave." She took a deep breath, "Please Sir, I know she don't deserve it, but please let your slut feel the vibrator in her pussy."

She stopped, utterly humiliated, but too desperate to care.

"Well..." Her body jerked as he gave her nipple chains a tug, "You're right, slut, you don't deserve it. And as punishment for your disobedience, I'm not going to let you feel anything in your pussy yet." She whimpered, "But, I will give you this."

As he spoke he lifted the vibrator and stroked it between her legs, running it over her until he reached her clit. Holding it in place, he watched her face as the vibrations rolled through her, pushing her higher and higher. She was so close she knew she couldn't hold on much longer, but somewhere in her lust fogged brain she realised what she had to do.

"Please Sir," She begged, her breathing ragged, "Permission to come?"

They both knew it was too late, that she would come whether he allowed it or not, but the request itself was enough.

"Permission granted."

The second the words left his mouth Kayla cried out in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had tore through her body with wave upon wave of pure bliss. He watched as she trembled with the aftermath of her climax, noting how beautiful she looked, flushed and damp with perspiration, still chained to the bed.

A lazy smile draped across her face, Kayla was almost too exhausted to notice as Rob removed the chains from her ankles and wrists, leaving her free except for the leash attached to the headboard. The humiliation of earlier forgotten, she stretched, revelling in the freedom of her unbound limbs. She purred as Rob ran a hand over her stomach. Suddenly, he reached for the chains lying across her chest, and with a hard tug, released Kayla's nipples from their constraints.

"Turn over, slave."

The sudden order surprised her, but she had learned her lesson. The brush of the crisp sheets on her sensitised nipples sent another wave of pleasure through her as she forced her tired body to obey his orders. Inhaling deeply, Kayla forced her breathing back to normal as the last waves of pleasure faded. 

Rob gave Kayla a little more time to calm before he returned to her side, but eventually he couldn't wait any longer. Pulling her limp arms together behind her back, Rob clipped her cuffs together with a trigger hook, before repeating the process with her ankles. Lifting them up, he forced her to bend her knees until with one final clip he connected her wrists to her ankles. Stepping back to admire his work, Rob couldn't help but notice how good she looked like that; her face still flushed from her orgasm and her hair mussed from her wild movements. Smiling to himself he reached once more for the camera.

The flash of a picture being taken was even more effective than a bucket of icy water. The final haze of desire lifted instantly as Kayla finally realised what the clicks she'd heard earlier had been. Awkwardly turning her head, she looked at him just as he took another photo. He moved out of sight, but it wasn't until she saw another flash that she reacted. Tugging at her bonds she realised the position left her completely exposed. She could hardly move, and once more her legs were spread wide, a situation Rob was clearly taking advantage of with his camera. A while later, Kayla realised that though he was still out of sight, the flashes had stopped. A second later she knew why as his finger began probing her soaking pussy. Pushing a finger inside her, he fucked her with it, using his thumb to stroke her swollen clit. In seconds she was writhing in pleasure, the feelings intensified by her already sensitive flesh. She did her best, despite her restraints, to spread her legs wider for him, and in response he added a second finger. She moaned rocking her body to meet his thrusts. She whimpered as he increased the pace, fucking her hard. The sensations were almost too intense but the shackles at her wrists and ankles held her tight and she was unable to escape his sensual torture.

Just as she felt she could take no more, Rob stopped, slipping his fingers out of her and stroking them over her ass. She tensed, unsure what he would do next. His fingers wet with her juices, Rob traced a path over her cheeks, occasionally dipping between them. Nervous now, Kayla strained at her bonds, as again she realised how utterly constrained she was. As his fingers returned to her pussy, Kayla forced herself to relax, as he stroked and teased her. Slipping two fingers inside her once more, she felt him spreading her, separating his fingers inside her and opening her up for his pleasure. Then she saw the flash. Heat drenched her cheeks as she realised what he had just photographed, and she was certain he wasn't finished yet.

Breathing heavily, heart pounding, Kayla forced herself to endure the repeated flashes that indicated he had photographed her once more in that awfully exposed position. Finally the flashes stopped and he removed his fingers from her dripping pussy. Closing her eyes, Kayla drank in the feeling of relief flooding through her, but they were short lived. Using his lubricated fingers, Rob gently parted her ass cheeks, stroking a finger along the cleft. Her eyes flew open as she realised what he was about to do.

"I'll stop if you ask me now." His voice was quiet but clear. He was giving her an out. 

Despite everything, she felt a smile lifting her features. Seven small words but they had reminded her of everything they had. Rob loved her. Her humiliation was for their eyes alone, and for their pleasure. She knew he would never hurt her, never push her into anything she wasn't happy with, never force her into anything. The chains that held her took away all her control, but in doing so she gave him everything. And he would never, ever, betray her trust. All it would have taken was one word and he would have stopped, no matter what, and that was enough.

Inhaling deeply, Kayla let her thoughts calm her until she was ready, and then finally, she spoke.

"Please Sir, don't stop."

It was all the encouragement he needed. Dipping into her pussy once more, he spread her juices back over her ass before gently pushing his finger inside. She moaned as he pushed a bit deeper, but the pain she was expecting never came. Slowly he began to finger fuck her, and again she rocked as much as her bindings would allow, moving against his finger. She groaned as she saw the flash once again, but suddenly she didn't care. She cried out as his thumb found her clit, and the flash went off yet again. Then suddenly both hands were on her. As one hand continued to tease her ass and pussy, his other hand stroked her back, caressing her. Desperate for release, Kayla begged for more, still craving the fulfilment he had so far denied her, but again he refused, forcing her to orgasm, with his finger still buried in her ass, his thumb at her clit.

This time when Rob released her, he came to lie besides her, holding her trembling body against his until her breathing steadied and her heart rate slowed. Stroking her hair Rob murmured sweet nothing in her ear as she curled up against him, her tired body still craving something more. She whimpered and he pulled her close.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, brushing her hair from her face. "What do you need?"

"I need..." She paused, "I need you Sir. I need you inside me. Please Sir."

The fact that she was still playing his game turned him on immensely, and he couldn't deny the effect her sexy, bound body had had on him. Hanging on to the last of his control, Rob stroked a hand over her breast, tugging on her nipple.

"Is that so?" He forced a note of boredom into his voice.

She nodded instantly, pressing her body against his, as if trying to tempt him into taking her. The movement made him smile and in response he pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking down at her.

"You'll have to earn it, you know."

Again she nodded vigorously. "Yes Sir. What do you want your slave to do?"

He smiled and motioned for her to kneel again. She did so quickly, making sure her legs were parted the way he'd told her.

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Rob looked her over, musing over all the possibilities open to him.

"Put your hands on the back of your head, slut"

Instantly she complied, and he reached up and attached each cuff to her collar with a trigger hook. Reaching once more for the nipple chains he loosened the loops before reaching for one of her nipples. Rolling it between his fingers, he pinched it until it was erect and waiting, before looping the end of the chain over it and pulling it taught. Repeating the process with the other nipple, Rob sat back to look at her. Satisfied he gave the chains a quick tug to ensure they were tight enough before reaching again for the camera. He took several pictures, occasionally asking her to move one way or the other, or to widen her legs just a little more. She obeyed every command immediately, and he could tell she was trying hard to please him. But he wasn't quite ready to give her what she wanted. Tiring of the camera, Rob returned it to the table before coming to sit on the bed beside her.

Kayla watched as Rob joined her on the bed. She had done everything he asked, trying desperately to please him, anything to get his cock inside her, but still he teased her. She kept her hands on her head, even as he unclipped her cuffs and she could tell it had pleased him as he gave the nipple chain another tug.

"What are you?"

The question surprised her, but she answered without hesitation. "Your slave, Sir."

"And what can I do to you?"

"Anything you like, Sir."

"Good girl." He patted her head.

She was feeling like his puppy dog again, and his next set of orders did nothing to dispel the illusion.

"Do you want my cock, slave?"

She nodded, answering in the affirmative. Knowing it would not be that easy.

"Beg me for it, slut, like the little bitch you are. Do you know how to beg?" The words were harsh, but Kayla hardly noticed.

"Yes Sir, please Sir. Please Sir, I want your cock inside me, I'm begging you, Sir." She begged dutifully.

For a second she thought he'd let her get away with it, but then she noticed the familiar gleam in his eye. Silently he removed her leash from the bed and tugged it until she was forced to move towards him.

"On the floor, slut. And don't try walking on two feet; you're to stay on all fours until I say otherwise."

Realising her relegation to the floor was possibly not a good sign, Kayla hurried to obey his commands, crawling to the floor on her hands and knees.

The new pose made the chains between her breasts swing, and the weight of them tugged at her nipples, evoking sensations which only added to her desperation. The effect did not go unnoticed by Rob, and every time the chains stopped swinging, he gave them a tug to start them off again. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please Sir," She begged desperately, "Please fuck me."

For a moment he was silent, and Kayla suddenly realised her mistake.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I..."

"Did I give you permission to speak?" He cut her off.

"No Sir, I'm sorry, Sir."

"Get on the bed." He commanded.

Hanging her head in shame, Kayla crawled onto the bed, awaiting his next command, knowing she was going to be punished for her mistake. She held her breath as Rob picked up a trigger hook and clipped it to each of her wrist cuffs, fastening them together in front of her. He repeated the process with her ankles.




Bound to Please



"Give me your hands." He said from the end of the bed nearest her feet.

Kayla hesitated as she wondered how to move her hands without falling over.

"Now!"

Whimpering she laid her face on the duvet, pushing her hands back beneath her body. Before she reached him, he grabbed her arms, roughly pulling them back and clipping the four sets of cuffs together.

The position was uncomfortable, and she was incredibly aware that her ass was sticking up, her pussy once more on display. When the camera flashed again she was expecting it, but she couldn't stop the redness from flooding her cheeks. Biting her lip to keep quiet, she waited uncertainly for his next move. She cried out as she felt his hand slap her upturned ass, much harder than he had earlier.

"Quiet, slut." He ordered, as he spanked her again.

Her teeth bit into her lip as she waited for the ordeal to be over. It didn't hurt, in fact, though she wouldn't admit it, she was quite enjoying it, but the knowledge that she had displeased him, was enough to spoil most of her pleasure. Finally, he stopped, though his hand remained on her ass, slowly massaging it.

"You are a dirty little slut, aren't you?" He murmured close to her ear as he ran a hand between her thighs.

Self-conscious she realised how wet she had become once more, the spanking acting as a turn on much more than a punishment. 

Teasing her pussy, Rob continued, "I think you want me to punish you, slut. I think you get off on the feel of me spanking your tight ass. I think you want more." She whimpered, but he went on. "Beg me for it, slut. Beg me to spank you. Beg me to punish you. Beg me to humiliate you."

"Please Sir..." She started, her face turning crimson as she said the words he wanted to hear, mortified beyond belief as she realised she meant everything she said.

"As you wish, slave." He began spanking her again, pausing occasionally to massage the now slightly reddened cheeks.

Eventually he stopped, and with one final swat reached down to remove the clips keeping her in position. Straightening up, Kayla was grateful to be able to move, but she was careful to remain on all fours, aware that he hadn't yet told her to do otherwise. His next order wasn't long in coming.

"Roll over, slave. I want you on your back like the little slut you are."

She obeyed instantly, and was rewarded with a flick of her nipple. He paused to clip a foot long chain to her left cuff before issuing her next instructions.

"Now, touch yourself."

Uncertainly, Kayla placed her right hand on her stomach but before she could continue he interrupted. 

"The other hand, slut."

Lifting her left hand, she trailed it down her body until she reached the damp curls between her thighs the chain tickling her side as she moved.

"C'mon, slut, don't be shy now. But careful, we wouldn't want anything going inside you now, would we, or I'll have to punish you again... or would you like that?"

She whimpered as he grinned at her, but once more she obeyed his command. Running her fingers along the length of her pussy, Kayla kept her eyes on Rob, still unsure of what he would do next. Finding her clit, she started rubbing softly, circling the sensitive nub until ripples of pleasure began flowing through her. She closed her eyes as the sensations began to build and it was only then that he stopped her. Tugging on the chain, Rob pulled her hand away and there was nothing she could do.

"On your knees."

Unsteadily she moved into position, her legs trembling from the orgasm she was denied. Pulling her arm back behind her, Rob clipped the chain attached to her wrist to the headboard beside her leash. Adding a chain to her other cuff he repeated the process, finishing off with a clip to connect her two wrists. Her pussy throbbed and she could feel the moisture trickling down her thigh. The new position forced the top of her body forward and again the chains on her nipples swung teasingly, helped now and then by a tug from Rob. She was so on edge it was almost painful. She badly need to come but in her current position there was nothing she could do, and it was unlikely that Rob would help her out anytime soon.

Kayla watched as Rob left the bed and her heart skipped a beat when she realised what he was doing. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her as he lifted the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, before reaching for the button on his trousers. He undressed quickly, but to Kayla it felt like a lifetime as she waited for him to return to her, finally and gloriously naked. He knelt in front of her.

"Suck it, slut." He ordered, tangling his fingers in her hair.

She needed no further encouragement. Lowering her head, she sucked him into her mouth, stroking her tongue over the tip as she ran her lips up and down his shaft. Wishing she had her hands free to wrap around him, she pushed downwards, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could before pulling back completely. Slowly she licked the underside of his cock before swirling her tongue over the head, and finally sucking his length back into her hot mouth. She sucked him a little longer before he pulled her up by the hair. 

Moving out of her reach, Rob released her arms from the headboard and freed her wrists from each other.

"Back on all fours, slut."

She complied, nipple chains swinging, and a second later she felt the press of his hard cock between her thighs. Reaching forward, he removed her leash from the headboard, tugging it slightly as if to remind her who was in charge. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, Rob pushed slowly inside her, making her feel every inch as he filled her up. She moaned pressing back against him, but his hands on her hips kept her still. Burying himself inside her to the hilt, Rob paused for a moment, letting her get used to the feel of him there before pulling out almost the whole way. Suddenly he thrust into her, hard, and she cried out in surprise. Her cry turned into a moan as he repeated the motion once, twice and then a third time. His hand moved around to her stomach before dipping lower, his fingers catching her clit and rubbing it teasingly. Again she felt an orgasm beginning to build, this one even more powerful than the last, but again he stopped her.

Crying out in protest as he slipped out of her, dropping his hand from her clit, Kayla found herself humping thin air in a desperate attempt to continue the stimulation Rob was depriving her of. Feeling a tug on her leash, Kayla looked round at him, and when he tugged again she was forced to move, turning around and crawling forward until her head was level with his glistening erection.

"Lick it clean, slave."

Without a word, Kayla lowered her head again, stroking her tongue over his cock, licking him like she would an ice-cream, tasting herself on his satiny length. As she lapped at him, caressing every inch with her tongue, he tugged at the chain linking her nipples, loving the little sounds she made in her throat every time the chain started swinging. 

Once more moving out of her reach, Rob ordered Kayla to turn around again until he was pressed against her ass, his hard cock between her firm cheeks. Leaning forward, Rob reattached her leash to the headboard and, unable to resist, he rocked his hips back and forth, enjoying the feel of her ass against his cock as well as her soft whimpers of desperation. Finally, knowing even he could only take so much teasing, he forced his cock into her pussy with one thrust, loving her cry of surprise mingled with pleasure. Quickly building a rhythm, Rob slammed his cock into her again and again, one hand on her hip to hold her still as the other began to tease her clit. The motion of their wild coupling, set her nipple chains swinging faster than ever, and the combination of sensations drove her almost frantic with pleasure.

"Oh G-d, please Sir... fuck me... harder Sir... please Sir..." She begged almost incoherently, half screaming as he continued to slam his cock repeatedly into her dripping pussy.

The use of his title, even as she was almost delirious with pleasure, pushed Rob further than anything else had. Thrusting into her to the hilt, he grabbed her breasts, careless of the chains still joining them, squeezing and massaging them roughly until the chains fell forgotten to the sheets. She cried out as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy clamping down on his cock and pushing him over the edge as well. He came hard inside her as waves of pleasure continued to course through her. Finally, she collapsed exhausted on the bed, with him on top of her, his cock still buried deep inside her heated centre.

Eventually, Rob summoned the strength to roll off her, but Kayla was too exhausted to move at all. Reaching for the keys he carefully unlocked and removed each of her cuffs, and placed them neatly on the bedside table. As he reached for the lock on the back of the collar, Kayla finally forced her tired body to move, rolling onto her side. Covering his hand with hers, she stopped him.

"Please Sir," She said quietly, "Leave it on?"

At her soft request, Rob felt something warm bubbling up inside him and tugging on his heart strings. Hauling her against him, he showered her face with kisses, finally ending with a long slow kiss on her lips.

"I love you so much, baby, you know that, right?" He murmured into her hair as she curled up in his arms.

"Mmmm," She murmured sleepily, "I love you too, Sir."

A second later she was fast asleep, her head cushioned on his shoulder, the collar still locked around her neck, the leash still looped around the bedpost.



Bound to Please



"What the..." As I awake, my mind races to figure out what is going on.

I am on my back. I can't move my hands, feet, or head. I can't see. I hear music playing loudly in my ears. It takes me a few seconds, but my head clears from its original panic and begins to accept the input from my body.

I'm blindfolded and bound. I can feel the straps around my wrists and ankles. I'm pulled into a star shape. My head is held still by the blindfold. I feel the headphones on my ears, blocking out all sound but the slow groove of soul music. I feel the air on my body and know that I am naked. I feel weight shifting on the bed and know that I am not alone.

Hands. Soft hands begin to caress my body. Gently rubbing my face, shoulders, arms, chest, belly. The hands are soft and warm, imparting a sense of comfort. Their message is to relax. They are the hands of my beloved Angie.

I feel her nails drag across my skin. She twirls her fingers through my chest hair, tickling my nipples until they get hard. Continuing down my body, her nails begin to tease my pubic hair. They twirl and rake though the hair, inciting my already hard cock to bounce in anticipation. Angie moves past my pubes to my thighs, raking the insides of each with her nails. Down to each knee, she travels, and back up until she almost touches my sack; then, down the other leg. Her teasing is having its effect on my breathing and the blood flow to my lower body. Her scratches are light, but I feel a slight warmth where her nails have been.

When I try to speak, Angie immediately covers my lips with hers. Her kiss is sweet and soft, at first. As she presses her lips against mine, the kiss takes on urgency. Our tongues begin to dance and she gently bites my lower lip. As I feel her weight shift, again, a finger is placed across my lips as a silent command to not speak.

Angie's fingers begin to move across my body, again. Suddenly, without any warning, her wet tongue drags across my right nipple. The feeling is a shock and I moan. I then feel cool air being blown across the nipple, making it pucker and harden even more. Several more times, her hot, wet tongue flicks across my nipples, making them hard.

Weight shifting. I wait, but nothing happens. I have no idea where Angie is. It felt like she might have gotten off of the bed, but I can't tell for sure. I lie there, bound and blindfolded, waiting.

The music changes. A driving rock song fills my ears as Angie suddenly takes my entire cock into her hot mouth. In sync with the music, Angie bobs her head up and down on my hard pole. Her fingers play with my balls while she sucks my cock with reckless abandon. Each bass beat of the song brings her nose to my pubic bush. The electric guitar riffs guide her fingers on my sack. The song is a short one and, as it ends, so does the blowjob.

Weight shifting. This time I know EXACTLY where she is. The bed sags on either side of my head and I feel it drop several inches. I smell Angie's excitement as she lowers her pussy to my waiting mouth. The song is a slow pop song. Angie hovers over my lips, just within reach of my tongue, but no closer. Her hips move to the beat of the music, as she dances her pussy lips across the tip of my tongue. Back and forth she moves, allowing me only the slightest taste of her soaking pussy.

At the beginning of the second verse, Angie drops her pussy fully onto my mouth. She is hot and soaking wet. I can not move my head, only my mouth and tongue. I work with them as best I can as Angie guides her pussy around my mouth and face. She begins to grind her clit into my nose while I fuck her wet hole with my tongue. Suddenly, Angie stops moving. I feel a tremor through her thighs against my cheeks. My face is awash with her fresh juices and I know she has cum. I gratefully drink what is offered. Angie doesn't move as I gently lick and suck on her pussy, trying to get every last drop of her nectar.

Weight shifting. I feel Angie on both sides of my body, now. I feel her hair against my skin. Slowly, she drags her hair down my body, swishing it back and forth. I feel the heat from her pussy long before it touches my straining cock. Angie takes my cock in hand and strokes it a few times before pushing the head into her wet pussy. I feel her weight as she slowly impales herself on my cock. Angie sits back on my thighs, her hands on my chest, and begins to rock to the music. A slow rock song has started playing in my ears. Angie's hips move to the beat, rocking back and forth and side to side on my fat cock. In this position, I can feel her cervix as it rubs against my head. I feel Angie's nail against my pubic hair. She is fingering her clit while she rides my cock.

Angie continues to rock back and forth and side to side. The song ends and another driving rock song begins to play. Angie places both hands on my chest and begins to rise and fall on my cock. I try to thrust into her, but can't. Angie fucks my cock hard and fast. Up and down she slams her pussy onto my cock. I can imagine the look on her face, even thought I can't see it. I feel Angie's pussy contract around my cock as warmth flows down my shaft to my balls and asshole. Another orgasm rocks her body and she collapses against my chest.

I feel her hair in my face and breathe in its scent. Angie lies panting on my chest. The breathing is ragged and hard. It must have been a good orgasm. Angie lies on my chest until her breathing returns to normal. My cock bounces inside her pussy, eliciting a spasm from her each time I tense my muscles.

Weight shifting. This time I know that Angie has gotten off of the bed. I lie there, my rigid cock sticking up, waiting for what is to come next. I feel Angie climb back onto the bed, between my legs. Her warm had wraps around my hard, fat cock, and she begins to stroke it. The song in my ears is a slow groove, again. She strokes her hand up and down the length of my shaft to the rhythm of the music. It is the only part of my body she is touching, at this point. It has become the very focal point of my existence. As she strokes my shaft with one hand, she begins to massage my balls with the other. She gently rolls them between her fingers while she languidly strokes my cock.

Angie allows the fingers from her "ball hand" to drift toward my asshole. She rakes her nails from my asshole to my balls and back, teasing that area in between. She continues to massage my aching cock. She knows that at the rate she is going, I will never cum, and I imagine she is doing that on purpose.

Without warning, I feel a finger enter my anus and I jump. Angie starts sliding her finger in and out of my ass in sync with her hand on my cock. The feeling is incredible. The song changes, but the tempo doesn't and I lay there, helpless and loving it, while Angie strokes my cock and fucks my ass with her finger. A second finger enters my ass, stretching it. Angie strokes my cock and fucks my ass for the duration of the song. I am going crazy, needing to cum, but Angie will not apply enough pressure or speed to make that happen.

The song ends. It is replaced by static. Angie pulls her fingers from my ass and releases my cock. I feel coolness on my ass followed by wetness. As I try to figure out what is happening next, I feel something at my anus. Slowly, whatever it is, is forced into my hole. It is large, rigid enough for penetration, yet not hard. When my anus is filled to bursting, an intense vibration fills my nether regions and I realize that Angie has shoved her vibrator into my ass. The vibrations and pressure on my asshole are intense. I can't hold back the moans as Angie begins to fuck my ass with the vibrator. All the while, the static still plays in my ears. 

Suddenly, the music begins, again. It is a soft jazz piece. The fucking of my ass continues and I feel Angie's lips on my cock, again. She licks up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. She pulls the foreskin back with her hand and takes the head of my cock in her mouth. With one hand pumping the vibrator in and out of my ass, the other pumping my cock, and her hot, wet mouth on the heat of my cock, sucking the precum from my shaft, I know that I will not last long.

Angie makes love to my cock while the soft jazz plays on. At the half-way point of the piece, Angie turns up the vibrations in my ass and shoves the vibrator in to the hilt. Both hands now work on my cock and balls as Angie's head bobs up and down the shaft. Sometimes taking me all the way into her throat; other times sucking on the head while she pumps the shaft with her hand. Suddenly, I feel the cum begin to boil in my balls. My breathing becomes ragged. I can't summon enough breath to moan, just gasp. 

My hips buck to the extent allowed by the restraint. Angie, sensing that I am about to cum, dives down on my cock, burying it in her throat as the first splash of cum erupts from my cock. The long teasing has paid off and Angie is rewarded with 2, 3, 4, 5 huge gobs of cum from my balls. I feel her mouth and throat work to swallow my seed.

Angie switches off the vibrator and removes it from my ass. She continues to lick and suck my cock as it begins to soften, kissing my belly and thighs. I feel Angie climb down from the bed. She kisses my lips gently, as she removes the blindfold.

"I love you," she says softly.



Bound to Please



My heart is racing as I pull in the hotel parking garage. I park spot near the top of the three story garage, kill the engine, and take a deep breath. This place appears deserted and I'm still having second thoughts about this arrangement. He said that someone would meet me up here so I slowly slink from my car and begin walking, my 6-inch heels clicking with each step. I'm wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a white blouse that hugs my skin like cellophane. My thigh-high black stockings wrap my freshly waxed legs, and the absence of my bra and panties remind me why I'm here. It's already cold here in October, yet he insisted that I not wear a coat. I turn the corner and there are four men standing in a group. As I fully come into their view, they all turn and stare my way. "Miss Stratford...?" the tall, dark one asks. "Yes..." I answer very meekly. My heart starts to race as they advance at me. I take one step backwards right into the arms of a previously unseen fifth man. Instinctively, I scream and almost immediately, he covers my mouth with a powerful hand. He begins walking, dragging me towards a van. Complete panic washes over me as multiple sets of hands pull me into the van, and not two seconds after the door slides shut, I find myself blindfolded. Almost simultaneously, my hands are zip-tied, and something else binds my ankles together. 

The van lurches forward and I'm thrown face first into one of the men. "Trying to get started early are ya?" he says with a smile in his voice. "Open your mouth," he says coldly. I obey and my mouth is immediately filled with his cock. He grabs ahold of my head and holds me there until I'm gagging and I feel him get hard in my throat. He finally pulls my head away which allows me to steal a breath of air, and before I'm able to fully fill my lungs, he jams his now rock-hard cock down my throat. The next breath of air I was allowed was followed by a different cock. For what seemed like at least a half an hour, I was passed around the van, my mouth filled with cock.

Finally, the van stopped and the door slides open and I am passed outside. My shirt is already ripped open and my skirt is pulled above my waist. I am dragged through a noisy place that smells of smoke, and down a set of stairs to what I think is the chilly basement of a bar. I am tied naked with my hands high above my head so I am standing on my tippy toes. A large gag is shoved into my mouth and tied tightly around my head. And suddenly I find myself alone, unable to see and unable to speak.

Time passes and my arms ache and begged to be released. My whole body is throbbing and drool is dripping from my mouth covering my chin and tits. I can hear the commotion of the bar, and as the minutes pass, I am overwhelmed by panic and start to regret my decision to partake in this.

After what seemed like an eternity, the noise upstairs quiets. I hear the basement door open and a group of heavy-footed men and a few heeled ladies head downstairs. My legs are shaking from the strain of being in this position for so long. Someone steps up and takes me by my chin and says, "Would you like to be let down?" I nod my head quickly and he laughs as he rubs my sore shoulders. He then pinches my hard nipples so hard I cry out beneath my gag and squirm. I hear laughter as I try to pull myself away from him, but his fingers hold tight and my nipples begin to throb. Finally, I am released from his grip. But just as quickly I feel the cold pinch of a pair of metal clamps as they bite into my tender nipples, and again, my cry is muffled by the gag. "Let's hear your cries, slut," a man says, and moments later, I feel hands on the back of my head unfastening the strap holding my gag in place. 

I then hear the cord that is binding my ankles snap and two men grab my legs and hold them far apart. Moments later, I feel the sharp, familiar sting of a crop against my inner thigh. I cry out, which only prompt several more hits against my thighs. He then focuses the crop on my tits and stomach. I feel tears streaming down my cheeks and by the time he started on my pussy, I was shaking in pain. Special attention is then paid to my previously unmarked backside, and with every blow, the crowd was laughing and calling me names. 

"Good girl," a man whispers in my ear, as he slowly starts to rub my clit. I feel myself instinctively grinding against his fingers. "What a fucking slut! She loves it!" a voice says. My body is aching, but I hear myself moan as I feel myself get wetter by the second.

The two men let go of my legs and someone else finally unties my arms and I feel myself fall to the ground awash with relief. I'm grabbed by a powerful arm and dragged to a nearby couch. Still blindfolded and so happy to be sitting on something soft, I am unconcerned with the unknown torment that awaits me. I can hear several people talking and one comment in particular stands out: "I can't believe I'm going to miss this." I listen as I hear footsteps moving away from the crowd, up the wooden stairs, and across the upstairs floor. Judging by the noise level, the crowd has greatly diminished. 

My pulse starts to race again and I can feel myself shaking and breathing heavily. Someone puts a hand on my knee and whispers, "A bit nervous are we?" His fingers work their way up my thighs and push my legs apart. I know what is coming, but am unprepared as he forcefully shoves his fingers in me. I cry out in both surprise and in pain, and suddenly I become aware that my voice is the only one in the room. 

"Open your mouth, slut, and please my guests," a voice whispers in my ear. The fingers in my pussy start thrusting and as I open my mouth to moan, I am rewarded instantly with a cock my mouth. Hands grab my head and force me to take the cock into my throat. I am gagging and trying not to struggle, and when he finally lets me take in some air, I find myself just as quickly gagging on a different cock. I'm close to orgasm, and with a cock down my throat, I am unable to ask for permission. The men take turns burying their cocks in my throat, and all the while, I somehow manage not to cum. 

I am then pulled to my feet and led across the room and bent over what I believed to be a wooden sawhorse. I feel my wrists and ankles tied to it and soon enough I found myself unable to move. I'm so horny I can't stand it, and my desire is fulfilled as a hard cock slides effortlessly into my dripping cunt. I cry out as he picks up speed, pounding my hole. And then my mouth is filled. I'm ready to cum and I try to cry out to ask permission to cum, but the cock is only shoved deeper into my throat. I'm trying so hard not to cum, but I feel like I'm about to explode. Every muscle in my body is tense, and finally I just give in and experience a mind-blowing orgasm, my whole by shaking as torrents of euphoria surge through me. 

The thrusting continues as the orgasm subsides, and I feel a drizzle of cool liquid against my asshole. I feel the cock glide from my pussy and press against my asshole until it gives way. As it sinks further and further into my ass, I let out a cry and feel tears welling in my eyes. After I minute, I feel myself relaxed enough to enjoy it and I can feel another orgasm building. He then pulls out and someone larger instantly takes his place inside my ass. The cock in my mouth is withdrawn, and the one that takes its place a second later tastes of lube and I know the man who just had his cock in my ass now has it in my mouth. The men keep taking turns rotating for several minutes and just as I'm about to cum, everything stops and I feel myself being untied from the sawhorse. 

I'm then pushed to the ground and pulled on top of a man with my back against his chest. He guides his cock effortlessly into in my ass and then grabs my knees and pulls my legs wide open. I feel the heat from the second man as he climbs over me and guides his cock into my pussy. The two men start to pound my holes in tandem. A hand closes over my throat and a third cock is forced so far into my throat that I cannot breathe. In that moment, I feel that I am being used in the most perfect way, with all my holes filled at the same time. 

It only took about a minute like this for me to cum, and by the time my orgasm subsides, I realize that I hadn't breathed in over a minute. Just as I feel myself running out of air, a huge load gushes into my mouth. He finally withdraws his cock allowing me to breathe, but not before ordering me to keep my mouth open and not to swallow. The second man pulls himself from my pussy and immediately shoots his load into my mouth. The man that I'm lying on then pulls me to one side and places me on the ground. My mouth is still wide open and he straddles my face and shoots his load on top of the other two. Two more loads are squirted into my open mouth, and by the time they are all done, I can hardly breathe. "Swallow, cunt," one of the men says, and I gag as I try mightily to choke down the jizz of all five men. I'm then pulled to my feet and the blindfold is removed. I'm ordered by one man to look at all the other four and thank them. After I thank them all for using my holes, and the clamps are brutally stripped from my throbbing nipples.

They all seem quite happy and satisfied. The man who I gather to be the ringleader takes my chin is his hand and says, "You did amazing tonight, little one." He then turns his head and gives a slight nod. I watch as four of the other men dress themselves and leave the basement. He then retrieves a collar which he fastens tightly around my neck. He clips a leash onto the collar and begins walking me naked through the basement, up the stairs, through the now-empty bar, and out the front door and into the well-lit parking lot. "Wait here," he says, tying the leash around a lamp-post. He goes to lock the front door of the bar and then saunters back my way. He leads me to his car and we both get in. He then unzips his fly and presents me with his cock. I take it deep into my throat and he starts the engine and drives into the darkness of the night.



Bound to Please



It had been a great day. I'd already put in over 50 hours this week and completed a couple of important projects so at two o'clock Friday I headed to the house. I was looking forward to spending a good chunk of the weekend working on my new project, restoring a 1972 Chevrolet Camaro for my wife. It had always been her favorite car and working in the garage with wenches and greasy parts was great therapy after spending long hours with computers and tense meetings. 

At six o'clock I was struggling to remove the remaining bolts holding the transmission in place. I was on my back under the jacked up car on the creeper when my wife walked into the garage. I didn't get the normal hello but rather an earful of bellyaching about the dodos at work and the dumb things they had done that day. She quickly turned her wrath to me. First complaining that the food I picked up for dinner wasn't healthy - needless to say she hadn't looked in the refrigerator to see the grilled chicken breast salad with raspberry vinaigrette low calorie dressing that I have gotten for her. She next complained that the bills on the desk had not been paid - when in fact they had been paid online two days earlier. As I rolled out from under the car to respond to the accusations Cheryl started yelling about why I bought the "expensive looking" engine hoist sitting in the adjacent garage bay. 

I had had enough. I quickly wiped my hands on a rag then approached Cheryl. Without saying anything I grabbed her hands and rather firmly pulled her toward the workbench where I reached in the bin of towels and grabbed a towel, quickly wrapping it around Cheryl's wrists. Before she was aware of what was going on I had the first towel tied tightly and began wrapping each wrist with a second towel. I grabbed a roll of duct tape and pulled Cheryl into the second garage bay and pulled her tied wrists up over her head hooking them on the hoist arm from the engine motor hoist. 

By now Cheryl was a vociferously demanding to know what I was doing. I ignored her completely, focusing on using the duct tape to secure her tied hands on the motor hoist arm. She was quickly secured, her arms extended over her head and her hands immobilized. I smiled as I then ripped off a 5 inch piece of tape from a role of sports tape and very intentionally placed it over Cheryl's mouth. A second larger piece followed to secure the gag and ensure it couldn't be easily removed. I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Cheryl, my beautiful wife of nine years was squirming and thrashing about attempting to release herself from her predicament. I, of course, had been very careful not to hurt her. I smiled at her and commented, "It seems like you have had a bad day so far? I on the other hand I had a good day. The bills were paid two days ago online - if you check the statements you will note I marked paid and dated them. Your favorite salad from Josephine's restaurant is in the refrigerator. I fixed your broken laptop and mowed the backyard. I was trying to relax and work on the car I am restoring - for you!" 

Cheryl finally settled down and looked a little chagrin as I cleared the record. "But now I think I'm going to do something else." I walked over to Cheryl and patted her firm ass. "This might need a little spanking since you have been so naughty." I said. 

As much as I wanted to fondle her I was reluctant as I had only wiped off my hands and had not used grease remover. Cheryl turned around and took a swing at me with her foot. I quickly moved out of her reach and chuckled as I walked back to the workbench and grabbed more rags. I put a blindfold on Cheryl next then took a strip of fabric and tied one of her legs to the leg of the hoist. As she needed her remaining leg to stand on she was unable to kick any longer.

I headed into the house leaving Cheryl standing there. I went to our laundry room and scrubbed the grease off my hands then to our master bedroom and retrieved a small travel bag that we used to store our sex toys. When I got back to the garage I opened the bag and retrieved a medium-size butt plug and a tube of lubricant. I walked up behind Cheryl. She was squirming again as I struggled to lift her tight pencil skirt. I gradually work her tight skirt up to her waist then placed a dollop of lubricant on the butt plug. I pulled her white satin bikini panties to the side - a very nice choice for work lingerie - and pushed the tip of the butt plug between her cute butt cheeks. Cheryl continued to squirm as I gently probed until I found my target then slowly proceeded to work the butt plug ever deeper into my wife's ass. Cheryl grunted and wiggled aggressively to no avail. It wasn't long before the plug popped into place with the tapered section near the base squeezed by Cheryl's anus muscles and holding the 4 inch plug snuggly in her ass. I patted Cheryl's ass cheeks and slipped her panties back into place.

Cheryl was shaking her head and squirming but I just ignored her. I proceeded to the travel bag and extracted a pair of Ben Wa balls. I walked around Cheryl's front and told her she looked lovely. I softly kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. Cheryl has full firm 36 C cup breasts that are perfectly proportioned for her figure. I gently massaged the front of her panty. Then I slipped my hand in her panties. I slowly worked one then the second Ben Wa ball into her pussy as she squirmed.

I had no sooner finished when I heard the house doorbell ring. I quickly untied Cheryl's leg and pulled her skirt back in place. I covered the bag of sex toys on the workbench just as Joe walked in the garage side door. It was common for Joe to let himself in as we were very close friends and neighbors and worked on cars together regularly.

The blindfolds and gag covered most of Cheryl's face but what little showed turned beet red as she heard Joe's familiar voice and became aware of Joe entering the garage. It only took a few moments until Joe noticed Cheryl. He looked at me and laughed as he apologized for interrupting. Laughing hysterically he proceeded to tell me the hoist he lent me was to pull the motor out of the car not to play bondage games with my wife. He quickly acknowledged that the lift seemed to work well for the other purpose as well. Joe gave me that curious look as I explained that Cheryl had come home and started complaining and had somehow ended up tied to the engine hoist that he had borrowed from his father to lend to me to use. 

I continued, "In fact one of the things she accused me of was wasting all our money on the fancy engine hoist. She needed to be punished for being so ornery." I joked. 

"Perhaps a spanking would be in order but I know you and Cheryl don't believe in corporal punishment." Joe joked. He continued saying how much he was looking forward to telling his father and the guys at work about my new uses for an engine hoist. All the while Cheryl continued to squirm and wiggle attempting to free her hands. 

"I thought about how to get her in a better mood and thought that maybe I could just tickle her to make her laugh. It's hard to do a good job tickling with a blouse on." I responded. 

"I think we need to think about this over a beer." I said as I pulled out two folding lawn chairs and grabbed a couple of beer from the garage fridge. 

For the next twenty minutes we talked about the car project, work, weekend plans and other unrelated items as Cheryl hung from the hoist occasionally squirming. 

Finally Joe said, "You could always cut her blouse off to tickle her better." 

It took me a moment to recognize the change in topic and decide on a reaction.

I responded, "Good idea, grab the scissors from the workbench and cut the arm sleeve holes to her neck on both sides and then the front."

Cheryl squirmed and made loud but unintelligible noises thru her gag indicating that she heard our discussion. 

Joe egged her on by commenting, "It will be a real treat to seeing Cheryl in her bra, I hope I have enough memory left on my phone memory card for some good pictures."

I grabbed the scissors from the workbench and said, "Here Joe, you do the honors." 

I noisily snapped the scissors and walked toward Cheryl. Joe had quietly walked toward the garage door and gave me the thumbs up sign as he quietly slipped out of the garage. I started on Cheryl's blouse. Without making any sounds to give away my identity I first snipped Cheryl's left sleeve to her neck line then repeated the same steps on her right side. As the blouse shoulders fell apart the blouse revealed Cheryl's cleavage but the body of the blouse was held up by her bust. A few more snips from her waist to the neck line and the blouse was now a rag lying on the floor. Cheryl's bra was a white, satin, underwire, lace trimmed number that matched her panties and struggled to contain her breasts. Her chest was heaving as she was panting for breath through her nose as her mouth remained taped.

I couldn't resist, another snip and the bra's left shoulder strap was sliced and the bra cup sagged revealing more breast. The remaining shoulder strap quickly followed. I delicately traced my fingers along the top of her breasts. Cheryl shivered as my fingers lightly navigated the valley of her breasts. Then the elastic fabric holding the two cups together yielded to the scissors. The bra cups fell free joining the blouse on the floor and revealing Cheryl's proud firm breasts.

Her nipples were fully aroused and there were goose bumps on her cleavage. I took in the sight only briefly before giving in to the temptation to touch her bare breasts. A little nipple fondling followed by a few kisses then I turned my attention to the zipper on her skirt. Once unzipped, I pulled the tight skirt over Cheryl's hips and it soon settled around her ankles. I looked at Cheryl's shapely body clad in nothing but the bikini panties. I walked to the workbench and reached in the travel bag and retrieved a bullet vibrator - one of Cheryl's favorites. I returned to Cheryl, turned on the vibrator, and slipped it into her panties placing it so that the vibrator was held in place by her pussy lips and it rested on her clit. Cheryl squirmed as the vibrator did its job. 

I didn't have the heart to torture her any longer. I gently kissed each breast then leaned in and whispered in Cheryl's ear that Joe had left but I was not done enjoying her yet. 

Only moments after I revealed that Joe had left earlier Cheryl erupted in orgasm - the butt plug, ben wa balls and vibrator doing their job. Her body shook and she moaned and quivered. I removed the tape from her mouth so she could catch her breath. After 3 or 4 minutes Cheryl finally caught her breath. The first words from her mouth were, "I can't believe you did this. You'll pay for this." 

"You're in no position to be making threats." I said. "You better behave or your punishment will last all weekend." 

I couldn't resist - taking the scissors again, I snipped the waistband of Cheryl's panties, first on one side then the next. The satin panties joined her bra on the floor and Cheryl was naked except for a blindfold and shoes. I stripped out of my own clothes as I admired Cheryl's body. She's kept herself in great shape over the years. Her breast displayed prominently on her chest especially with her arms tied over her head. Her slender waist and shapely hips were perched on a muscular but feminine pair of legs. Her smooth skin had a nice brown summer tan that contrasted enticingly with her pale bikini shielded breast and panty area. I approached Cheryl and wrapped my arms around her clutching her ass cheeks in my hands as I gave her a forceful deep passionate kiss. She did not resist. My aroused cock was nestled between her legs as I passionately fondled her body and kissed her.

The vibrator had fallen to the floor when I had cut off Cheryl's panties but the butt plug was still firmly in place as were the Ben Wa balls. I kissed Cheryl sensitive neck, teased her aroused nipples with one hand, and fondled her ass cheeks and gently manipulated the butt plug with the other hand. I was rock hard. I grabbed my mechanics creeper and placed it between Cheryl's legs and sat on it. My face was aligned perfectly with her pussy. I went to work feasting on her pussy lips. My hands grabbed her ass and pressed her against my face. With one hand I could manipulate the butt plug as I penetrated her pussy lips with my tongue and found her clit. Cheryl was squirming like crazy and squealing as I nibbled on her sensitive area. Within five minutes I had her shaking with another orgasm. I didn't let up and plunged two fingers in her pussy as I continued to eat her juicy pussy. I wouldn't let up and she continued to convulse for several minutes before going limp with exhaustion. 

As Cheryl gasped for breath I left her momentarily and headed for the master bath to retrieve a small clipper and my razor. I had encouraged her to trim her pubic hair for me for years and she has refused to trim more than a clean bikini line. I grinned as I turned on the clipper and told her I was going to tidy things up a little. As she squirmed again I cautioned her to stand still so I didn't hurt her. Using the clipper first I reduced the triangular patch to a landing strip - all the while telling her she was going to be bald as a baby. I decided an arrow shape pointing down would be fun. The moustache clipper made short work of the task and I had a nicely shaped arrow pointing to her pussy. A little work with the razor and the balance of her pussy was bald and soft. Cheryl could not see my artwork but would soon enough. 

With that task completed I retrieved a large soft rubber vibrator from the travel bag. "Big Joe" was my favorite marital aid to fuck Cheryl's pussy with when I was not using my own cock. I went to work first removing the Ben Wa balls then working the large dildo in her pussy. I was not gentle, driving the big vibrating cock in and out of her wet cunt. Ten minutes of deep plunging brought Cheryl back to the edge. Switching the vibrator on high pushed her over the edge to another big screaming climax.

She was exhausted. She had been tied up about 45 minutes and it was time to take her to bed. 

It took me several moments to lower the motor hoist arm and undo the duct tape holding Cheryl hands on the hoist arm. I left her hands tied together and the blindfold on. 

I escorted Cheryl to the bedroom and sat her on our bed. I went to the kitchen and got her a beer. She was exhausted from two intense orgasms and being tied up for an hour. She downed the beer in a matter of moments. I laid her in the middle of the bed and I stripped and climbed between her legs. I hoisted her legs to my shoulders and I steered my cock in to her hot wet pussy - the pussy hair arrow pointing the way - and thrust in to full depth. God she was hot. Cheryl's body jerked as I began hammering into her. It didn't take me long as I had been rock hard for the past hour. With one hand I fondled her tits and manipulated her nipples. That brought me to the edge. I reached under her ass and wiggled the butt plug as I pushed in for a final time before pumping a huge load of hot cum deep in her pussy as I exploded in my own orgasm.

I rested for about 15 minutes. It was about 7:30pm. Cheryl was showing signs of life again as well. I untied her wrists and gently kissed her then headed to the shower. When I got out and dried off, Cheryl was still lying on the bed. I went to her lingerie drawer and searched for a sexy pair of sheer bra and panties and threw them on the bed. Using my firm controlling tone I told Cheryl to get showered up and put them on and join me in the kitchen for dinner wearing the lingerie. 

Fifteen minutes later Cheryl entered the kitchen fresh from the shower and wearing the prescribed lingerie partially covered by one of my large unbuttoned shirts. 

Her first comment, "cute job on the landing strip" coupled with her smile let me know she was not mad.

After dinner we retired to the family room and cuddled on the couch and watched some television as we sipped on a glass of wine. 

About ten that night I was gently caressing Cheryl's abdomen when her cell phone, sitting on the coffee table, rang. I reached over and hit the speaker button. It was her friend Katie, Joe's wife. She wondered if everything was okay at our house. She seemed to be giggling slightly. Cheryl told her that she had a bad day at work and unfortunately brought her bad mood home but everything was fine now. Katie mentioned that Joe had gone over to see if her dad's engine hoist was helping. 

Cheryl said, "Tom seems to really like the hoist, I don't think he will want to return it for a while as he hasn't used it on the engine yet." She giggled under her breath and smiled as she spoke with Katie without letting her know I was listening in. 

Katie said. "I was wondering if the guys were working on cars or maybe watching porn?" 

Cheryl probed, "What makes you ask that?"

Katie responded, "Joe seemed really horny when he got home."

Cheryl continued, "And what makes you say that?"

Katie paused and then responded, "Well he came into the kitchen while I was at the stove and immediately began fondling me. He was rubbing my ass and boobs from behind me while I was trying to cook. I could feel his erection pressed against my ass. When he slipped his hand under my shirt I turned off the burner as I was too distracted to cook. He hadn't come on to me like that for years. He literally ripped my shirt apart with buttons flying across the room. He was too impatient to unhook my bra and just yanked, breaking the plastic front clip while trying to get his hands on my boobs. My blouse and bra left a trail on the way from the kitchen as he stripped me of the ripped clothes."

As she spoke I began fondling Cheryl. Her nipples were rock hard straining against the sheer fabric of her bra and the moist heat of her pussy was obvious as my fingers danced over her panties. 

Katie continued, "I didn't even make it to the bedroom. He went after my shorts next. I finally had to slap his hands away so I could unhook and unzip before he wrecked any more clothes. I saved my shorts but he ripped off my panties in the living room and pinned me against the couch as he started kissing and fondling me. Joe took me from behind over the arm of the couch in the living room. He hadn't fucked me like that in years. We spent the next two hour in bed and he fucked me two more times."

Cheryl giggled and probed for more details. Meanwhile I was hard as a rock from the conversation and groping Cheryl. I pulled her stretch bra up popping her tits out and was feasting on her nipples while my hands worked in her panties. While Cheryl probed for details of Katie and Joe's romp I was doing my own probing. I lifted Cheryl onto my lap impaling her on my rock hard cock. Cheryl struggled to keep from panting or squealing into the phone as I rocked her torso back and forth and thrust into her. 

She finally told Katie that she had to go to the garage and give me a hand with a "drive shaft" and they could talk in the morning. With the call disconnected Cheryl squealed and moaned as I drove my shaft deep in her pussy. I flipped her around on the couch and pounded her for about ten minutes before I grunted while unloading deep in her pussy. 

Half an hour later we stumbled up to bed, both exhausted from a busy week and hours of hard sex. After I kissed Cheryl good night and turned to go to sleep I commented, "If I catch you with underwear on this weekend you will end up tied up to the engine hoist again. The next time I might encourage Joe to stay and help."

Cheryl responded, "Is that a threat or a promise?"



Bound to Please



I find her in the bedroom kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed wearing nothing but off-black stockings and a black collar. The walls flicker in the light of four candles. Her head is bowed, her short hair falling around her eyes, and her hands in her lap. 

I wish I could stand here and admire her for the rest of my life. She is a goddess underserving of me, and yet she is here. 

I know what is on her mind. She is ready and eager for a little playtime, and according to the pressure in my pants I am as well. 

I don't know what it is about the collar that excites me, but I find my self fixated on her neck. I want nothing more to lick her from head to toe. An old fear surfaces that she will find me weird if I do that, but my brain has been poisoned by my hormones make it impossible to act on it. I start to her. 

I knell behind her, and run my hand along her legs and down her instep. Her feet spasm with the tickle. That my touch causes that reaction makes me smile. I run my left hand over her thigh trying to keep my touch as light as possible, up her body to her neck and bury my fingers in her hair. I rest my nose under ear and breathe her in. She smells amazing. And as if I couldn't get harder, I feel my cock tighten as recognition of what is mine settles into my body. 

I grab her hair and pull her head to the side. She complies without a word. I run my tongue from her shoulder blade, and up her neck. She tastes of salt, and perfume, and woman. 

I let go of her hair and stand up, giving my throbbing cock and squeeze. 

"Stand up," I tell her. She does without a word keeping her back to me. 

I grab her arm, and turn her so her back is to the bed. The mattress rests just behind her legs. I push her down on her back. 

"Hands up above your head. Place your feet on the bed." 

She stretches her arms above her head and locks her hands in each other. She pulls her legs up so that her feet are resting on the bed.

"Spread your legs."

She opens her legs giving me a good view of her shaven pussy and the pink center waiting for me. I take a moment to admire her body. It is a perfect collection of curves and imperfections.

I lick her leg from knee to inner thigh. She tightens in anticipation. My grin is wicked as I kneel at the end of the bed and lower my head so that my nose if resting on her smooth lips. I slide my tongue up and through her lips. A soft moan escapes. I push in deeper feeling her warmth cover my tongue, before giving her a soft suck.

I love the feel of her parting under my tongue, and I do it over and over slowly savoring her taste. I love the saltiness of her, and the groans of pleasure. I slip my fingers in and massage her. I love the way she feels. I love watching my fingers slide in and out, faster and faster. I push deep inside her and she tightens around them.

Her breathing speeds up and I feel her release building. Her body is responding to each thrust of my hand. In and out. She digs her heals in to push me deeper. I pull at each ridge under my fingers. And then she spasms into a cry of pleasure. Her body shutters and her eyes stay closed. The she starts to relax, lifts her head, and her feet start to slide off the mattress. 

"Don't move. My turn."

I slide my hand from her, and undo my pants letting them fall to the floor. I pull my cock free. I give it a couple of strokes, before stepping up to the edge of the bed. I slide the head of my cock along her pussy. I try to surpass the shiver that starts in my feet but it makes it all the way up my back. She feels so good. I step back to gain control, letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

While I gently stroke myself and rub her sweet center with my other hand and once the feeling of going over the edge passes I slide my cock into her wetness. I hold it inside her and she gives me a squeeze before I slowly pull out. I watch is slide free, and then slide back in. I slowly pullout and hold my cock at her opening. I love the view. I love seeing my cock at her pussy. Knowing that I can just enter her at will.

I slam my cock into her and she gasp with pleasure. I grab her hips and she wraps her legs around me so her feet are resting on my calves. I fuck her fast and hard. The pressure within me builds with each thrust. My orgasm starts at my toes. I slam in her. Then it is in my knees. My legs start to feel weak. 

I move to take hold of her neck and in one motion pull her to her feet. 

"Kneel," I tell her. "Hands behind your back. If you move them I will bind them." 

She complies without a word.

My fingers lightly graze her skin along her collarbone and she shivers as a million little bumps appear on her skin. 

"Straighten up and open you mouth."

She does as I say. I grab a fist full of hair. She offers no resistance to my control as I tilt her head to the side. I push my hard cock close to her, and watch the head push past her lips into her wet mouth. She wraps her lips around it. I guide her head sliding my cock in and out. I feel her tongue as it glides along my shaft. 

I love see my cock wet from her. I love watching her suck my cock. It doesn't take long for my release to build again. It is quicker this time.

I pull her away from me and to me in a rhythm that calls the release of my being. In and out until I'm about to explode and then I pull her back and hold her head to the side. I explode drawing white lines along her cheek, down her neck, and over her shoulders. 

When I release her she stays kneeling and looks up. I see contentment in her eyes.



Bound To Please, Kind Of...



[another of my internet-spam adaptations]

I'm tempted to start off by saying, 'why is it the pretty ones are always insane', but I suspect it has more to do with me than them. I just tend to attract, well, the more fringe personalities. I'm sure it's partly because of the kinds of forums and message boards that I frequent on the net. I also happen to be a good listener, at least most of the time, and this attracts the kind of people who usually aren't taken very seriously.

It's also true that I often let my gonads do my thinking for me, which is likely how I ended up in the situation I am about to relate. I have no doubt that one can meet a great many nice, normal people through online contacts. In my experience so far, though, they've all been kind of strange in one way or another.

Anyway, to cut a bit closer to the chase, I arranged to meet a date that I'd met through online at a quaint little downtown cafe. I didn't know too much about her at first, apart from the fact she was about my age, blonde, and also happened to attend the same college as I did a few years back. That was the hook that encouraged us to meet, since we apparently never did back when we were at school, but we both wondered if we perhaps ran into each other without even realizing it. About the only way to do that was to meet in person, which she agreed to do. Despite common myths, it's not easy scoring a date online, and I definitely didn't want to blow this chance.

As it turned out, Undine (never discovered if it was her real name or not) was even more attractive than I would have expected. She was tall, thin, with wonderful golden skin. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back away from her face into a tight, short ponytail. In fact, my first impression was that her hairstyle was a bit too severe, making her ears stand out, and that her blue mascara was laid a bit too thick as well. Still, she was very well dressed for an afternoon coffee date. She wore sleek black trousers and a crisp white blouse with dark heels. The smile she gave me as was greeted each other must have meant she was happy with her end of the deal as well. I don't like to go on too much about my own looks, but I don't think I have much to worry about in that direction. While the glasses might not be everyone's favourite, I do keep myself fit and trim, and my hair well styled and sharp. I think my dark coloured outfit probably met with her approval as well, though that's something I only really thought about in retrospect.

The conversation came very easy, beginning with our experiences at college. We never did share any classes, as it turned out, but we did talk about some of the people we met during that time. This in turn led to some cheeky and fun talk about our sex lives. The way her blue eyes shone, and that gentle thin lipped smile, I found I wasn't embarrassed at all. I guess, since we met online originally, it felt natural to talk with the same kind of freedom and lack of concern for personal propriety. I realize, writing about it now for a site devoted to sexual fiction, this doesn't seem like a big deal. But, sitting at a cafe table in the real world, with actual living people within easy listening distance, the idea of talking about sexual turn ons and fantasies is rather surreal. 

It turns out the little vixen was into whips and chains and leather outfits and the like. I'd never done anything like that before, but Undine was so hot I probably would have done anything to get into her pants.  When she suggested we go back to her place to act out one of her fantasies, I was game and off we went. This was more than I could have hoped for, but at the same time, I had no idea what strangeness would await me when we arrived at her home.

The house wasn't terribly large, but something in the back of my mind made me think it was unlikely she could be paying for it all on her own. Could Undine be married? I didn't think it was smart to ask. If I was going to be the lucky recipient of this woman's desire for an afternoon fling, that was cool with me. Still, nothing immediately struck me as being out of the ordinary as we went inside, though Undine didn't waste any time in leading me to her bedroom.

She had me sit on the bedside as she changed into the first of her outfits. In total, I think she showed me at least three or four. I remember one being bright red leather pants with a short sleeved top. Another was like a black body suit with open holes, also made of leather, fitted together with interlaced string.

"Have you ever done anything like this with anyone else before," I asked, trying not to sound dismissive or judgmental.

"What do you think," she smiled, disappearing into the adjoining bathroom to strip down out of sight. I got the very strong sense she hadn't, not really, but I was content for now to see where she was going to go with all this.

The final one was a sleek black bustier, with knee high boots and black fishnet stockings clinging to each leg -and nothing else. Between waist and thigh, she was completely naked, revealing her shaved pussy to my eyes.

"You like what you see," she said, obviously noting my reaction. I just nodded, swallowing dryly.

She retrieved a couple of items from the inside of a drawer and stepped brazenly forward.

"They're for you," she said, handing me a short, black leather whip and a set of steel handcuffs. When she saw my apprehension, she continued, "to use on me."

She led me now down into her basement. Here, she showed me a low lying narrow table, like the kind used for medical examinations. I think it was made from a disused bit of exercise equipment, but it did possess a set of stirrups at one end, as was neatly padded in black along the top. Undine took a seat, instructing me to raise the top end of the table/bench a few notches. Stretching herself back on the elevated portion, she raised her arms up above her head in a provocative, animalistic gesture.

"Go on," she said, dangling her wrists off the edge of the table. It was clear what she wanted. I fixed one of the handcuffs, then looped the short chain around the metal bar at the top end of the table before capturing her opposite wrist. Undine tugged at the chain, pleased at the result, her arms forced in that raised position.

Now that she was handcuffed, she really was completely under my power. Maybe the whip and chain thing wasn't that interesting to me, but this feeling of control was something I could get used to. I pulled her bodice down, exposing her small breasts. Her nipples were brown and pointed, which I teased and flicked with my fingers. This was only a very short diversion, as I now lifted her feet into the stirrups, only increasing her vulnerability.

"Do it," she purred at me, closing her eyes. "Use that whip. Make me hurt. Punish me. You have no idea how much I need it."

I remember reading one of those classic Victorian erotic novels, where there just pages and pages devoted to descriptions of spanking. I was rather baffled by it. Then as now, I found it hard to get aroused at the idea of inflicting pain. She was clearly begging for it, but as I ran my free hand along the length of her body, it didn't feel right. Wasn't there something about a 'safety word' too? I definitely wasn't comfortable with my ability to hurt without injury. Confirming my original impression, I don't think Undine had ever done anything like this before either. Despite her plaintiff prostests, but knowing there was little she could do about it, I dropped the whip to the floor.

I placed myself between her outspread legs and examined her bare cunt. Chained as she was, I could examine her at my complete leisure. I'd never seen anyone with a shaved pubis. Well, not in real life anyway. The net is lousy with pics of naked cunts, but I always thought it looked a bit odd, a bit artificial. Laying my fingers on the brazenly naked skin between her legs, I quickly began to appreciate it's obscene appeal. The skin is very soft down there, and her labia opened easy under the pressure of my fingertips. I brought the bright tip of her clitoris to view, and rapidly covered it with the moist surface of my lapping tongue.

She kept saying she wanted me to hurt her as I licked her pussy, but I couldn't do it. I did go wild on those naked pussy lips of hers though, tasting and teasing in wild abandon as I brought her ever closer to orgasm. By now I'm sure she realized that I knew what I was doing down there, and stopped begging to be hurt and simply enjoyed the head I was giving her. Without the worry of those crinkly pubic hairs, I could suck on her lips and over her clit with wonderful ease, much to Undine's obvious delight. She had gotten increasinly wet, soft and messy, as only a genuinely aroused woman can get. Her labial skin was tinged with red, and her breath came in ragged hitches.

I rose up and moved to undo the latch from one of her cuffs, effectively freeing her. Her humid eyes watched me as I undid my trousers, exposing my naked erection and pressing it to her lips. Stuffing my cock in her mouth, she gave me a bit of a blow job while I held the back of her neck. I didn't waste much time with that, as I returned to the other end of the table and thrust myself within her soaking vagina. Once I had my dick in her pussy she was happy. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts, hands clutching the side of the table, handcuffs clanging There was no further talk or worrying about any of the freaky shit. The enterprise had call become about simple, pure, primitive intercourse.

Freeing her legs from the stirrups and those cumbersome boots, she let me turn her onto her stomach so I could take her from behind. The reprieve also kept me from coming in her right away, as I was dearly in danger of doing. Looking at her face pressed against the black padding, I realized again how brilliantly attractive she was, despite her absurd kinks. In the end though, this S&M babe just wanted to be fucked every bit as much as I did, just like anyone else. Once you get past the costumes and the play time, it all comes down to that magical connection between penis and vagina.

Undine shifted underneath me again so I could take her missionary style. I kissed her for the first time like that, her arms reaching around my back as I rutted into her, the metal of those cuffs cold against my skin. I reached up to maul one of her tiny pert breasts as I felt the familiar tug deep in my balls rage forth.

"Don't come in me," she breathlessly told me, almost too late. I hadn't even thought about birth control, and I guess she hadn't either.

Pulling out, I ejaculated my semen all across her chest, smearing against the black of her disordered bustier. It took a long time for either of us to catch our breath in the aftermath of that experience.

In relating this story for the first time to a friend, I made the remark about how, in the end, it all came down to sex. That, somehow, it seemed all the pretty ones were insane. I guess I was feeling pretty proud of my sexual exploits, not usually one for the frivolous one-night-stand (or afternoon stand, in this case), and happy to have such an interesting story to tell.

As he told me, in no uncertain terms, I was the crazy one. I was the one who missed out.

"Think about it," he said. "This woman has had this fantasy brewing in her head for who knows how long. She's bought the outfits and the toys, but hasn't found anyone she trusts enough to experiment with them. You were going to be the lucky first."

"Yeah, but, come on..."

"No, listen," he continued. "So what if it isn't your scene. That afternoon wasn't supposed to be about you. It was all about her. Her fantasy. So what if you both got off? Yeah, it was a good lay, but what is she going to remember from it? She probably feels bad that she even tried to bring you into her world. She may never get the courage to try it again, with someone else who at least knows what they're doing. Think, man. Have you even talked to her since then? How do you think she feels?"

It was a fair bit of cold water, I have to admit. Feeling rather smug for asserting my 'normality', I didn't really give much consideration to what Undine was really asking for. I wasn't even sure what it was I wanted. How casual can one really be about sex anyway?

This led to my decision to get into touch with Undine again. I hoped it wasn't too late. In my email, I promised that this time, I would fulfill any and every fantasy she desired. The question now is, can I handle a woman like that?



Bound to Please Me



My wife's sister, Lori, works for a bank. She calls on outside clients so she doesn't work in an office, and she does not have fixed hours. I should tell you a little about Lori. She is 13 years younger than I am. She is a fox. Five foot four and a figure to die for. She has long strong dancer legs, a tight ass, slim waist, and really big full soft breasts, green eyes, and long lush reddish blonde hair. But Lori is a screwed up girl. She is in a screwy second marriage to a freak of a guy. Her situation is mostly her own doing because she is a narcissist that uses sex to get what she wants. She doesn't let her husband touch her magnificent boobs just to make him want her more. She will have sex with him only rarely, usually to get something she wants. Her first husband said she didn't participate in the activity at all. "It was like fucking an impatient blow up doll," he said. Lori told my wife that she does not have a climax unless the sex is illicit; she's had lots of affairs.

Recently her bank gave her a computer program to install on her home computer to link it to their system. Since she is not very experienced with computers she asked me to help her.

I went to help Lori one day after lunch. Her husband was at work and her son was at school. We have been alone together thousands of times and other than the fact that I appreciate her magnificent body, there has never been anything even remotely sexual in our relationship. I am, after all, her big sister's husband and because of our age difference I am more like an uncle than a brother. And I don't put up with her bullshit.

Lori was wearing a very short black skirt and a cream silk blouse. She wore stockings and high heels. She was the picture of sophisticated sexuality and I could understand why she was such a successful "Personal Banker."

As she sat at the computer I was aroused by her feminine allure. Her skirt was high on her thighs. Her blouse was open enough for me to enjoy her full cleavage and the sheer black bra trying to contain her big beautiful breasts.

We spent an hour installing and trying the program and then we began to talk about the Internet and we began to surf. We found her son's "favorite sites". She was appalled to discover all the adult oriented material being spammed to him. She wanted to see it. We looked at a few adult sites and she pretended to be shocked. When we were looking at one site she got all quiet. It was a bondage site and the pictures all showed women tied up. "That's horrible!" She said in an uncomfortable voice.

"Some people find it pretty erotic" I said.

"Sure MEN do. Isn't that what guys like, to abuse women," she said with a bit of a smirk. 

"No! I was thinking of it more from the woman's perspective. She can be unfaithful and can have all kinds of sexual things done to her and never feel guilty about it because she had no control of the situation."

"Like that could ever work. A woman is ALWAYS in control and therefore guilty when it comes to sex."

"What do you mean 'ALWAYS in control', does it look like she's in control?" I asked indicating a girl tied to a chair. Her arms and legs were held with rope and a guy was reaching into her dress feeling her boob.

"She's just a model she really doesn't have to let him touch her breast."

I pulled Lori's arm behind her back and said, "Do you really think that tied like this she could control the situation?"

"Sure she could."

"OK Let's just see how much control she could have." I took off my tie and tied Lori's wrists to the back of the desk chair and the pulled her elbows together as much as I could and tied them together. Her chest was forced out straining against her blouse.

"Ron, do you really think she would be out of control? She could just stand up and shake this off."

"Wait a second." I went to the closet and found some scarves. When I came back Lori said, "Come on Ron, you can't win this."

"Watch me!"

I pulled Lori's knees back to her shoulders and tied them. Now her feet were off the floor and she had no way to stand up or grab anything.

"What say you now?" I asked.

"She could still lean over and get all this off and besides she can yell and bite and talk."

Her skirt rode up and I could see Lori's crotch covered with black pantyhose and sheer black panties.

"She has no control," I said.

I pulled Lori's head back and tied a scarf across her forehead and down. This pushed her boobs out even further and she couldn't pull her legs down.

"So much for her biting anyone!"

With her bound like this I could walk around and study her and touch her and do anything I wanted to her. I was getting aroused looking at Lori's spread legs and sexy crotch with only sheer hose and panties covering her puffy cunt lips. Some pubic hair was showing on either side of panties and some stuck through her panties and the stockings. Her blouse was gapping between buttons and her nipples were showing bulges against the shinny material of her blouse.

"Now what was that about control?" I teased her. I spun the chair and touched her feet and ran my hands up her legs to her knees and thighs. I turned her again and rubbed her arms and face. I was standing behind her and I pretended I was going to open the front of her blouse.

"Don't you do it, Ron," she warned.

I ran my fingers down her neck and said, "See, she would have no control! She should just relax and submit herself to it."

When I reached the top button at her neck she said, "Ron you better not!"

But I did.

When the button opened her blouse spread wide giving me a beautiful view down her cleavage. I opened the next few buttons and spread her blouse open. For the first time in my life I had a clear view of my sister's beautiful tits through the sheer black bra.

"OK Ron, that's enough now. Untie me and let's stop this." Lori gasped.

"I thought you said she was always in control. She obviously couldn't fight her way out of this situation. Do you think she could TALK her way out? 

Look at this picture and tell me how much control she had."

I turned Lori so that she could see the picture of another tied woman. Two guys were enjoying her, one feeling her cunt and tits and one had his dick in her mouth.

I couldn't control myself I had to touch her vulnerable body. I lay the palms of my hands on her tits, "How could she avoid this?" I asked feeling her wonderful breasts. Her big nipples were hard against the palms of my hands.

"You are not allowed to touch my breasts!" She almost moaned. I was so excited I thought my heart would burst or my dick would explode.

"Lori, she would have no options in a situation like this." I was still pretending that I was just showing her that control could be taken away from our fictions subject.

I boldly slid my hand into her bra and lifted one boob out of its confining cup. Oh my god; I felt her bare breast. I massaged it and pinched her nipple. This was wonderful. I slid my other hand down and touched her crotch. I could feel the stubble of her pubic hair sticking through the stockings.

"Please Sir, you must not touch between my legs." She meekly begged.

Sir? Was she playing along now? I pressed the raging bulge in my pants against her restrained head as I pinched her bare nipple and diddled her covered crotch.

"OH please stop Sir, I can't let you do these things to me!" 

"You have NO choice, Madam!" I barked in my deepest villain voice.

Then I ran my hand down inside her hose and panties and slipped my fingers deep onto the crease between her legs. She began to respond with hunching actions against my hand all the while protesting and moaning that I must not be touching her private parts.

Her crotch got really wet and when I said, "Madam, I'm afraid you have no choice but to let me maul your exotic tits and manipulate between your legs." I worked my fingers, one at a time, into her warm moist pussy until I had all but my thumb in her cunt. I felt inside her wiggling my fingers and then I pressed my thumb against her clitoris. She exploded into a wrenching climax. Her breathing almost stopped completely, her cunt bathed my fingers in copious amounts of juice and her whole body jerked as I repeatedly rubbed my thumb against her clit and my fingers inside her cunt. 

I spun her around and knelt between her splayed legs. I held her bare breasts in one hand and her covered one in the other and laid my face in her cleavage and I pressed her hot flesh to my cheeks. I pressed my throbbing prick against her crotch and she hunched against me. She was delicious and I was feeling more aroused that I can ever remember. As I licked and sucked her tits I shot off in my pants. 

We pretended nothing had happened and as I pulled her bra over her wet breast I said, "She couldn't have gotten out of that situation, Lori." then I buttoned her blouse and finally I untied her and continued commenting on various situations we saw on the screen.

Lori never acknowledged that she had been exposed and we both pretended that our afternoon together was perfectly normal.

The next day Lori called me on my cell phone and told me that she was having some problems with her banking programs and needed my help. I jumped at the opportunity.

When I arrived Lori was wearing an extremely conservative business suit. The skirt was thigh length; she wore a heavy high neck white blouse under a long sleeve jacket buttoned all the way up. She looked sexy as hell because her chest is just too large to hide and her shiny stockings and high heels made her so feminine I was already getting hard. 

We resolved her problems rather quickly and then I stood behind her and asked if she thought that type of "Business Suit" would keep a girl from loosing control.

She stood in front of me and defiantly replied, "Of course it would. People give off signals. If a woman looks and acts strong she will stay strong...and in control."

"What if an important client were to compliment her and caress her cheek and neck like this?" I asked as I caressed her cheeks and neck.

"Clients do stuff like that all the time, its no big deal," she said.

"What if one had more nefarious plans in mind and did THIS!" and I grabbed her collar and yanked the buttoned jacket it down her back pinning her arms to her sides.

She gasped and fought me but with her arms pinned she could do little more than squirm, she didn't jump away or kick, she just stood there and tried to pull away. I held the jacket and informed her that she was going to remain completely in my control. The jacket was under her breasts and I opened her blouse and barred her black slip. To my great surprise and joy she was not wearing a bra.

Lori again acted as if this was being done to someone else. She said something like, "Nobody would just stand there while a villain was restraining her like this. She would be fighting like an animal."

I was getting pretty turned on. As I talked I lightly caressed her silk covered boobs and her chest and face became very flushed. I unfastened the waistband of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She cooperatively stepped out of it and she let me tie her ankles to the legs of the desk chair. I slid my hands up under her silk slip and felt her legs. Oh was this ever making me hard. My hands rubbed her smooth stocking covered legs. I slid blindly under her slip expecting pantyhose so when my fingers reached the top of her stockings and I felt warm bare flesh I almost came. I slowly let my fingers climb to her crotch and then lightly grazed her panties. As I felt and caressed her puffy pussy I realized that she had shaved her cunt...no more stubble. 

Suddenly Lori resisted and she forced her knees together clamping my hand tightly restricting any movement. I brought some cord in my briefcase and I used it to tie around her knees. I made her sit down and I wrapped the cord around the arm of the desk chair and as I pulled the ropes slowly. I watched the rope bite into the soft flesh of her shapely leg and gradually pull her legs apart until she begged me to stop. I tied her legs apart.

Her full slip still hung down between her legs and kept her crotch covered. I stood up and removed my tie but this time I used it as a blindfold. I wanted her to feel real loss of control. After she was blindfolded I took the camera from my briefcase and took lots of pictures of my beautiful sister tied up for my pleasure.

I forced the front of her slip down exposing her big breasts and hard nipples. The pictures became as exciting as exposing her. I licked them until they got all slippery and shiny with my saliva. Then I bit and chewed them and enjoyed hearing her painful protests. I reached under her slip and touched her crotch. Moisture had begun to develop on her panties. She needed more and she humped my hand. I slid my finger into the leg hole and grazed her bare pussy, she moaned. This was nice but I wanted more. I lifted her slip and took pictures. Then I lowered my head until her hot covered cunt was right in front of my face. I blew on it and she moaned more and she tried to push her cunt towards me. I kissed the warm silk covering her sex. This was so erotic that I had to rub my face all over her crotch. Then I dropped down and licked her stocking covered knee. I nibbled my way up her thigh to her bare upper leg. I spent lots of time just lightly lapping the seam of her leg and her crotch with my hot tongue. Finally my hot mouth reached her panties, I licked lightly at first then harder and harder until my stiff tongue was pushing her silk panties between her cunt lips. I sucked her cunt through the panties until she was writhing and I was going nuts. Then I pulled her panties aside and I stuck my tongue into her cunt and I sucked her clit and she had a violent and wet climax.

I covered her cunt with the wet panties. She was still panting. I noisily unzipped my fly and took out my throbbing hard on and I touched the tip to Lori's nipple. I smeared some of my leaking lube on her tit. Then as I pressed my hard prick into the soft flesh of her flushed breast, I reached down felt her cunt through her transparent soaked panties.

I wanted to show her just how in control I was so I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed it down towards her chest, then I raised her big boob until her sticky nipple was touching her lips. "Lick it clean" I instructed. She resisted so I squeezed her cheeks until she opened her mouth and I forced her big tit in.

"Now do it!"

She did as I told her, tentatively at first, but as she licked her own tit she began to respond and to suck her own nipple. Amazing pictures. I had her stop and her boob popped out of her mouth all slick and clean. Again I put my dripping prick against that now swollen nipple and worked more of my spunk all over it. I pushed her tit back to her lips and she eagerly sucked. I lifted both of her heavy breasts to her face and had her pleasure them. I straddled her body and kept my dick between her breasts. I slid it between them and she sometimes licked the sensitive tip of my prick. I considered having her suck me but I decided that this was too soon. I reached down and pressed her clit and told her to suck her tits until she climaxed. It didn't take her long. She had spasms, which jerked her violently against her restraints, and I exploded between her hot tits.

I got a warm washcloth and cleaned up her slick boobs. I covered her beautiful breasts with her slip and buttoned her blouse and then I tended her crotch. I pulled her panties down her thighs and cleaned her sticky pussy with the warm washcloth. I dried the crotch of her panties as best as I could and pulled them back to cover her pretty pussy. I untied her and rubbed her legs where the rope caused welts. Still blindfolded, she stood up. I slid her skirt up her legs and adjusted her jacket; then I began to work on the computer. Lori finally removed my tie from her eyes and we finished the afternoon as if nothing had happened. 

These encounters were never mentioned and our lives progressed for the next several months as if other people were involved...never even an embarrassed glance between us. However, I was masturbating daily thinking about those two erotic adventures. One afternoon while we were all at our pool I asked Lori if she was using her computer often and for the first time she blushed slightly.

"I use it every day but I take longer to get done than I did when you were there."

"Could you use some more intense instructions?"

"Oh I don't know if I am ready for anything more intense." She said.

Our spouses were right there listening to this totally unaware of the double meaning our conversation carried.

"I'll be there Thursday afternoon so you don't forget my last two lessons."

Lori squirmed uncomfortably and said that it wasn't necessary that she remembered everything.

I insisted and my wife said I shouldn't push. "If Lori wants you she will ask."

God if she just knew what that meant. Lori was flushed and her nipples got visibly hard. I doubt if our spouses noticed but I surely did.

"No Lori knows that more instruction is necessary and she MUST be ready for me." I said rather forcefully with my words and stern face directed at Lori.

"You are right, Sir." She said in mock obedience. "I will be ready for you."

Everyone else let that whole exchange just pass by unnoticed. I, however, couldn't get that conversation off my mind. I beat off several times a day just thinking about what Thursday afternoon held in store for me.

Wednesday evening I called Lori to remind her that we had an "Instruction" scheduled for the next day. I told her that I would be there at 9:00 AM and I expected that she would be ready for our class. 

I arrived at her house early and I watched her husband and son leave for the day. I gave her until my scheduled 9:00 appointment and I rang the bell. Lori answered the door wearing a yellow dress. The hem was short and I could clearly see her nipples and panties through the sheer material. I asked her if she was ready for a more intense lesson. She said very boldly that I couldn't teach her anything that she didn't already know.

Lori was walking in front of me as we started up to her office. I had a great view up her legs to her ass. I stopped and said, "I believe that today we should hold class right here." 

She turned her head and gave me a puzzled look and asked me what the hell I was talking about.

"Right here." I barked.

"Why? The computer is up there." She said pointing up the stairs.

"Listen to me," I said and I slapped her ass and grabbed her ankle. I removed my necktie and used it to tie Lori's right ankle to the metal railing support on the right side of the suspended staircase. I opened my briefcase and removed some cord. I tied Lori's other ankle to the other side of the stair.

"What are you are doing?" Her tone was very annoyed.

"I'm in control."

Lori was kneeling in front of me and I reached around and thoroughly enjoyed feeling the front of her dress. I pulled it off her boobs; it was like opening a present. Her position on the steps had her big tits hanging down. I grabbed them and I was not gentle as I rubbed her nipples against the rough carpet. I squeezed her big full breasts and I pulled and pinched her nipples until she screamed in pain.

I lifted her skirt up over her back and was pleased to see that she had on sheer panties. I slapped her ass until the flesh was red and hot and then I pulled her panties down. Her naked bottom was positively glowing and I felt it appropriate to blow on the beautiful beaten globes of her ass to cool her off. She responded by repeatedly puckering her rectum. Next I blew directly on it and she clinched her sphincter even more. Finally I could resist no more and I placed my tongue on her crotch between her cunt and her ass and I slowly drew it up until the tip was touching her tight ass hole. I slowly and wetly worked my tongue against that muscle until she began to moan and loosen ever so slightly. I reached up between her legs and continued mauling her hanging tits. I pointed my tongue more and then slowly began to press just the tip into her. She relaxed more and I worked my tongue in deeper until it was all the way up inside her beautiful butt. I had never done anything like this before and I was in a place I never knew existed. I loved the control.




Bound to Please Me



I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing dick. "What are you going to do?" She asked.

"Shut Up! You'll see." I replied.

I went back to her ass with my tongue until I thought I would explode so I stood up and took aim with my prick and buried it into her ass. I lay down on her back reached around and pinched her tits with one hand and her clit with the other. I slammed my dick into her ass until she climaxed violently and brought forth an ejaculation from my dick that will probably never be equaled.

I pulled out and took pictures of lovely Lori tied to the steps with her tits hanging down and her red ass sticking up and my spunk dripping down her legs from her rectum. I still beat off to these images daily.

I don't particularly love or even lust for my sister. In fact I'm not sure I ever liked her very much because she is such a bitch. Granted a beautiful one but a bitch nonetheless. She is in her early forties and I am in my mid fifties so we have little in common.

I have discovered that I do love controlling her amazing body and punishing her. Apparently she needs it too. I plan continue to control her and I hope that we never get caught.



Bound to Pleasure



This is supposedly a completely true story emailed to me by a woman I know from the Internet. I find it very hot and I only wish I could have posted everything that this woman has related to me on this very subject. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

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It was a Saturday morning and it was just me and my brother, Donny, at home. I had woke up when I heard the car door slam outside my window and the watched our parents drive off for their half a day at the exhibition downtown. I lounged around in my t-shirt and panties for a little while, restless and... excited? I had lost my virginity in the typical high school fashion, determined not to enter college a virgin, thinking I was in love, etc. The experience was disappointing overall due to the fact that my boyfriend was a five-minute-man when it came to handjobs and you could knock off two minutes if we went all the way. 

Still, I had enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated and filled, even for such a short time. I was on the pill, like most girls, but insisted that he wore a rubber and pulled out when he came too. He always made a huge mess during handjobs and I was afraid of getting cumstains in my panties almost as much as getting pregnant. My boyfriend was always trying to get me to give him a blowjob, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because he leaked everywhere. 

As soon as he got hard he'd start to flow, and the amount of cum he shot was more than I could bear to think of swallowing. Overall, he was content to get handjobs and occasionally penetrate me, though I can't say I was satisfied. I forced myself out of bed before I got myself so aroused that I would be tempted to call him- it would take him longer to get there than he would last. I sighed as I walked down the hall towards the kitchen. It occurred to me that my brother was probably awake as well, and when I neared his door to listen, I heard the tell-tale sounds of his VCR being played. What I heard was moaning and him talking to himself 'this ain't it either, where the hell is that scene?'

I walked in to my brothers room without knocking or anything, catching him laying on the bed with the remote in his hand, and his other hand in his underwear. I laughed, 'whatcha doin?' He dropped the remote in his surprise and I saw the fast-forward action of two girls getting it on. He quickly recovered and stopped the tape, "Getthefuckout!" he yelled. He was embarrassed and turned even more red when I pointed to his hand still in his underwear, "whatcha hiding brother?" He jumped up and pushed me out of the door, "stay out!" he croaked as the door closed in my face. I laughed and went on to get me a drink in the kitchen. It was funny how embarrassed he always got whenever he would get caught by me, or he would catch me naked. For an older brother he acted so shy, even around me. I really enjoyed teasing him, it was all in good fun, and he knew it. We had always gotten along better than most brothers and sisters anyways.

As I came back by the room I peeked inside his room again, he was in his private stash of videos and didn't notice me, so I slipped inside and ran over to crouch down behind his bed before he got out of the closet. He put in one of the three tapes and began watching it, fast-forwarding thru the talking, scene after scene until he came to a particular one and then he came back to the bed. I could see that outline of his dick clearly, and actually saw the tip sticking out of his waistband. What caught my attention the most was the fact that he wasn't flowing with precum. I didn't understand. He had a full erection, but wasn't dripping at all. I didn't know that was possible. All of my girlfriends had told me that all guys do it, so I was resigned to probably never suck a dick. But now... wait a minute, I reminded myself, this is your brother that you are thinking about. I decided I had better focus my attention on the action onscreen, his favorite scene. I was shocked at what they were doing..

There was an older looking Hispanic woman going down on the man taking the longest dick I had ever seen over half-way into her mouth. She sucked and pumped on it while the man fondled her tits and ass. Damn, I love to be fondled. As the scene progressed I noticed that my brother was slowly pumping his dick in time to the scene's action. He still had his underwear on and I noticed he glanced at the door more than once. My cover was blown when the woman on screen straddled the man and slid the entire length up inside her. I gasped involuntarily and my brother nearly jumped off the bed in surprise. 

He was twice as red as before, "Regina! w-what are you doing! what the fuck.." He stammered before me as I stood up from behind the bed. His dick was really hard now and sticking out well above the waistband of his partially lowered underwear, and still no precum. I found myself wanting to touch it. There was an awkward moment of silence as I came around from the back of the bed and stood in front of the VCR glancing from the dick riding woman to my brother's dick and back. Finally I laughed, to break the tension, "You get really wrapped up in these don't you? I walked right by you 10 minutes ago." My voice was cracking, and my throat felt dry. I found myself being shoved out into the hall again and the door shut solid behind me once more. Why was today different than the other times I had seen him?

I stood there for a moment and then walked back in, "whatcha doin?" He stared at me like I had lost my mind, "alright, that does it!" he dropped the remote and jumped off the bed. I ran and he was right behind me with his belt. I ran into my room and was tackled onto the bed before I could even turn around. I was laughing and he was talking mean, "all I wanted to do was jack off in peace, but nooo.. you had to keep coming in my room" All the while we're struggling back and forth until he gets the upper hand and flips me onto my stomach. He puts my wrists together and I feel the belt close tight around them, "there. Now maybe I can finish before mom and dad get back home." He climbed off the bed and headed for the door, leaving me with my hands bound behind my back. I wasn't laughing anymore.

Moments later I was back down the hall but found I couldn't get into his room because I couldn't turn the knob with my hands behind my back. So instead I stood there tapping my head against the door and calling him. The door flew open and he drug me to the bed where he attempted to pull me across his knees, "so, I'm gonna have to spank that ass in order to get the message to you, huh?" I resisted and ended up falling short of laying across his lap, he reached over me anyways and smacked my behind through my panties while I yelled. I started to slide away but he pulled my panties up into my crotch and kept spanking me with the other hand- not really hard just a light stinging. I yelled at him, "get your dick out of my face!" 

The sensations of having my butt stung, and my panties moving in my slit as I squirmed around was getting me aroused. His reply to my yelling, was "no, you've seen my dick before, you've been looking at it all morning." To further push his point he pulled it out of his underwear and smacked my cheek with it a couple of times, while I continued to squirm. His dick was soon too hard to 'swing' at me and he let go of it to push my panties halfway down my legs, I felt a sharp slap against my bare butt, and then another. I don't recall what he was saying to me as he continued to slap my butt, I was staring at his dick the entire time. It was only half covered and hard as a rock, not three inches away from my face. That wonderful, clean dick.

I don't know what made me do it but I lunged into his crotch catching the tip of his dick in between my teeth and then taking more of it inside until the head was resting on my tongue and my teeth were firmly in place around the top part of his shaft. He immediately quit spanking me and sat very still, "whoa, now. Be careful." he said gently. I released his dick briefly and said, "if you hurt me I'll hurt you" and then I re-inserted his head into my mouth. He began to rub my hurt bottom gently, apologizing and massaging the cheeks of my butt. I love to be fondled. This was not working out the way that I had intended. I was tasting my brother's dick and he was getting me hot fondling my butt and rubbing my back. I eased my teeth back and let my lips fully fold around his meat, allowing myself to really taste him. I breathed in his scent and began to feel my saliva flow at the taste of him. I found myself swallowing more of him as his hips rose up gently pushing against my tongue after I swallowed my spit. He was feeling my tit from the side and groaning as I continued to let him stroke my mouth. It was then that I realized that I was in control.

I drew my mouth up fully to the tip and heard him groan loudly. I looked up at him and half moaned myself, "you're not going to let me go until I finish this are you." It came out just like that, more of a statement (or a suggestion?) than a question. He shook his head and I lowered my head back into his lap to swallow his dick again. The sound of the porno still going in the background, kind of urged me on, but not as much as the fact that I knew even though I was tied up I had him to where he would do whatever I wanted right now. 

My big tough brother was a toy right then, and I wanted to prove it. I sat up and told him to take his underwear off, and then told him to take mine off and raise my shirt as high as it would go. He did it just like I had told him to. I resumed in a better position this time and was soon sucking him slowly as he guided me in the 'how to' of it. I told him to rub my pussy and tits, and he hardly needed to be told a second time. I was getting off less than two minutes later, with his finger buried deep inside my pussy and his dick deep inside my mouth. It no longer mattered that he was my brother, a dick was a dick. And I was so excited that I could use this one practically anytime I wanted from there on out. I was in heaven. 

He warned me that he was gonna cum and I panicked, I didn't know what to do. He told me to put my mouth on the head and relax, he jacked off into my mouth and I was surprised at how hot his cum was, but I never gagged. When my tongue was covered real good I swallowed it, and he told me to suck him through the last bit. I went down and felt him shoot a little more on my tongue twice before he tapped my back and rubbed it gently.

Without a word I stood up and turned my back to him, "now, take it off, Donny" He undid the belt and let my arms free. We looked at each other and he only said, "we'd better get dressed, they'll be home any minute." Shock of it all is that as he was putting on his underwear he said, "oh shit! they're already here!" I looked out the window and the car was already empty. I grabbed my panties and slipped them on then bolted to my room to get dressed. Fortunately our parents had stopped by the grocery store as well on the way home and were putting up groceries the whole time. We didn't get to talk about what had happened the rest of that day, but things progressed rather quickly from there.

The next day we were never alone, so it wasn't until the next afternoon when we got home from school before we could have talked- but we didn't talk. I found myself in my room with my hands belted behind my back again, wearing only a my t-shirt. My brother ran his hands all over me, kissing and licking me everywhere I told him to, even licking my butthole. I knew we didn't have much time and I was ready to taste his cum for real this time so I got him undressed and dropped down onto a pillow in front of him. He stood his dick straight out for me and watched as I took the tip into my mouth and then begin to bob up and down on more and more of his dick. I sucked and sucked feeling my juices coat the insides of my thighs.

He moaned for me to hurry and I went down fully on him sucking hard up and down until I felt his dick begin to twitch. I kept sucking this time and was surprised by the first shot hit the back of my throat. I backed up just long enough to swallow and went back down sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He tasted delicious and I swallowed spurt after spurt. I never dreamed I would like the taste of cum so much, not to mention whose cum I would be craving. There was the sound of a car door shutting outside and I let his spent dick fall from my mouth, hopping up to let him release me. I ran down the hall with my clothes in my hands to dive into my room just as I heard the garage door open. My thighs were burning and I couldn't wait to stick my fingers up inside my wetness. I never did masturbate much before, but I needed to be filled right then desperately. I pushed two fingers inside my pussy and then as an added measure snaked my other hand underneath me to insert a finger up my ass. 

That was perfect, I was cumming hard in no time at all, laying on the floor between my bed and my wall. I was cumming so good that I hadn't heard mother knock and come in. As I slowly glided back to reality from my orgasm I opened my eyes and nearly shrieked to see my mother sitting on the edge of my bed. We had a 'heart to heart' talk. Where she told me that she knew that I had been with a boy, she could smell him on my breath as I had sat down beside her. She said that I didn't have to move out when I graduated but that I would have to be responsible and not be fooling around, etc. etc. Then she asked me if I had enjoyed going down on the guy. I blushed, shocked that my mother had said such a thing. She just laughed and told me that I took after her, and that she kept from getting pregnant all the way through college that way. (was that a hint?)

For the next two days me and my brother had no contact at home, both of us went out with our friends, and I wound up in the backseat of my boyfriends car getting pounded for five minutes before he pulled out. I did something new this time and went down on him with the rubber on. Tasting myself on the rubber made it easier than just sucking a rubber coated dick, and I milked him dry into the rubber- which made him very happy. I was happy too, but I was still horny when I got home that night. I masturbated my pussy and ass like before and slipped off to a deep slumber. 

I remember dreaming about seeing my brother and his girlfriend doing it, like the time I had went over to her house earlier than she was expecting me, only this time, he moaned my name when he was about to come- strange thing is that she moaned my name too. What the hell was that all about? I awoke aroused again and looked to the clock to see it was four a.m. I went back to sleep, already slipping back into another erotic dream. What was happening to me?

The next day school was boring beyond belief. I found my brother at lunch and begged him to take me home, I said I didn't feel well at all, since he was in front of his friends. I guess I put on a good enough show for them, and the nurse, because half an hour later the two of us were home and on my bed. I was wearing the belt on my wrists as before, it was part of the fun, and we were completely nude this time kissing each others parts. As much as I wanted to taste him again I needed something more, much more this time.

I told him that I couldn't suck anymore, that my jaw was sore (which it was), and I climbed into his lap while saying it. He looked me in the eye and asked if I was sure about it- my slit had already rubbed around his dick until the head was inside my folds aimed for deeper. I nodded and began to sit down on him, it felt so good to get split wide penetrated. He groaned something about not having a rubber and I managed to pant he could cum in my mouth, I had began rocking up and down on him already. I was in control.

Even now I don't know if it was the thrill of doing something so taboo, the power I felt, or the total freedom to just enjoy sex without any commitment or expectations. I believe it was the last one, we sexed each other just for the absolute pleasure. I rode him until I began to give out, then he lowered me onto my back and propped my ass up on a pillow, then it suddenly occurred to me- "Donny, fill my butt." I wanted it, I wanted to try to take him deep inside, to feel something go deeper than my finger would go- and the cum! I wanted to feel him cumming inside me, oh yes, that was all it took to make me beg. Now he was in control. He lubed himself and then slowly and very gently introduced his length into my behind. All I could do was moan and whimper, I can't describe the sensation. I cried out as he began pumping me in a steady rhythm, rubbing my pussy with his thumbs at the same time. 

I had never been so loud, it hurt but felt wonderful at the same time at first, and soon all I felt was pleasure. He kept such a gentle stroke going that I hardly realized he had gotten to a point where he was sliding his full length in and out of me. I cried, and begged him to cum in me. I felt so wrong but so absolutely turned on that I couldn't stop cumming. When he finally began cumming he pumped me keeping his length seeking the deepest part of my insides spreading his hot juice all over in me. When he stopped cumming he stayed inside me and lay across me, exhausted. 

I couldn't believe that I had gotten so far out of control, but I didn't blame my brother, or even myself. It didn't matter that it was "incest" we weren't hurting anyone and we certainly weren't in love. We were having the best experiences of our lives together and it was so carefree- no wonder it was illegal. I don't see why so many people get their heads all twisted up over a little fooling around with their brothers or sisters, cousins, etc. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever discovered, and I learned so much about my body and a man's over the next couple of years, that my husband and I have a spectacular lovelife and marriage. 

But no one except my brother has ever gotten to tie me up since then, that is something reserved for the few times I get with Donny. I have even gotten a 3-way with him and our cousin, and many other adventures. No one knows about my secret life- except for you guys, and you won't tell if you find me will you?