0 comments/ 35118 views/ 1 favorites One Evening By: Arctic Fox As soon as Matthew sent off the e-mail to Stacy, he turned off the computer and leaned back in the high-backed office chair, letting his arms rest on the cushioned armrests. What a day, he thought wearily. That morning had seen him wearing a grin that could have lit up a Christmas tree. Spending the time with Stacy on the chat room had left him so horny that right after he had logged off he had to masturbate. He had planned on writing her a story afterwards about it, but no sooner had he came that his brother had called and asked to be second driver for the trip to Barrie. Although he went, since John needed a ride there to get the car, Matthew had felt badly all day that he didn't have the chance to write the story. At least the day was bearable with thoughts of Stacy, and the image of her in the photograph stayed sharp in his mind. Now, after the fourteen hours of driving and the frustration of the trip, he could finally go to bed. He just prayed that he could get up with the alarm to see Stacy in the morning. With Chessie off sleeping somewhere, Matthew pushed himself out of the warm chair to head for the bedroom. The cottage was cold from barely being heated during the day, but he didn't mind. Once he was beneath the sleeping bag he used as a blanket then it would be warm. The bedroom was just large enough to have the double bed and a mirrored dresser. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Matthew glanced at himself in the mirror and gave a rueful grin. He'd looked better. With just the headboard light as illumination, he removed his winter boots and socks, the concrete beneath the old carpet frightfully cold on his soles. The vest came off next, tossed onto the dining room chair in the corner. Standing up before the mirrored dresser, he began undoing the belt and jeans. Once undone, the denim jeans fell to pool around his ankles. Kicking the jeans off, Matthew sat back down on the bed and removed the shirt, tossing it atop the jeans. Wearing just the navy blue briefs, Matthew thought about the images he had been thinking about all day. The images of Stacy were of her in the blue shirt and white panties, wiggling around in a happy dance next to her computer, hands running through her hair and fluffing it out, lost to the rhythm of the music. He let himself picture it over and over, suddenly feeling his cock shift in the briefs. As the fantasy continued playing before his minds eye his cock slowly hardened, bulging the front of the briefs. Almost without thinking about it, he began to caress it lightly through the cloth, shifting its position so it was pointing upwards. After only a minute or two, he was too hard to have the briefs on anymore. Getting back up, he gripped the shorts and slowly tugged them down, his erection springing boldly as it was released. Tossing the briefs atop his other clothes he looked at his erection in the mirror. Although it was only seven inches, it was still a nice cock in his own opinion. It curved almost as much as a banana and had no foreskin. The thick fireman's hat head was reddish from the erection, the thick vein underneath throbbing slightly. His testicles were slightly larger than average, but they hung level with each other. Putting his right hand around the member, he began stroking it gently, enjoying the feeling it brought. Lowering himself back down on the bed, Matthew swung his legs up to lay completely upon it, not feeling the chill in the cottage anymore. Tracing his fingers lightly over the hard cock, he fantasized more about Stacy. Her words came back to him, about how she had been too hot and had removed her track pants. The image formed of her in her chair in front of the computer, lifting her derriere as she wiggled out of the pants, leaving her legs bare now. Matthew took his member again in his hand and stroked it; the images of Stacy frightfully clear in his mind. More images formed, seeing her stand from the chair and putting her hands just under the hem of the shirt. With her back turned to him she then lowered her panties to the floor, bending right over, the shirt riding up to fully expose her beautiful buttocks. Over and over the images played in his mind. As they did he continued stroking his cock, his left hand gently caressing his balls. Hips trusting his bum from the bed slightly, he could feel an orgasm nearing. Normally it took him a long time to achieve release, but with images of Stacy in his mind he was too horny to hold it back. His pumping grew faster, stroking the cock from base to swollen head and back again, grunting and moaning as he thrust his hips off the bed. The cock was so hard it was almost perfectly ramrod-straight, and it throbbed madly. Matthew had to clench his teeth as the sensations grew even more so, pre-cum now covering his cock and hand as it flowed from the head. As his testicles shifted to hug the base of his cock, he knew he was about to blow his load. A new image formed in his mind, one of Stacy leaning back in her chair before the computer and putting her hand into her panties. With her head thrown back she made little mewling sounds as she stroked her bare pussy, her panties and fingers coated in the nectar of womanhood. That was all it took for Matthew. Crying out unconsciously, he kept thrusting his hips and pumping furiously as he came. He felt like he was hit by lightning as milky-white semen literally fired from his cock in incredible spurts, landing on his chest and thighs as more continued to jet from him. After what seemed an eternity, he let his hips fall back to the bed, holding his still hard cock as he panted, spent by the force of the orgasm. As he lay there, he marveled at how Stacy could do make him come so hard. For the hundredth time since he had met her, he thanked his stars that she had let him into her life. After a minute to recover, he went to the washroom and quickly cleaned himself up. Matthew was very surprised with the amount that he had came, and the fact he had came that morning on top of it was very surprising. When he had finished he went straight into bed, turning out the headboard light and curling up beneath the spread sleeping bag. As he felt himself drifting off to sleep, he thought more of Stacy. Doing so, his hand subconsciously held his now softened penis. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips. One Evening The front door closes behind you and you step into my embrace. Our lips meet gently, such a counterpoint to what is to soon occur. Seemingly a few heartbeats later, we stand at the doorway to my bedroom. Although we are not married, I pick you up and carry you through the doorway, then set you down as you giggle at the symbolism. In a few more months, this act will no longer be symbolic - it will be real. But for now, the symbolism is powerful and heady in its own right. I caress your cheek as I gaze into your eyes. It is almost odd to gaze into your eyes, the violet color unnatural due to your new contacts, yet I still lose myself momentarily, adrift on the immense sea the love and the admiration within you. As has been said about gazing into the eye of a dragon, time seems to stand still, and I relive our long friendship and courtship in the space of a heartbeat. But then, we both know it is time. My hands move to your open jacket, and gently push the garment over your shoulders. Even as you finish removing the jacket, my hands are already at the collar of your off-white blouse, slowly releasing each button, the languid pace purposeful to increase the anticipation within us both. As my hands move lower to release the buttons over your chest, I am keenly aware of your deepening breaths, and when I look again into your eyes, I see that you want this very much, and I want very much to do this for you, to do this to you. Your blouse at last fully open, I nudge the garment over your shoulders. As you fully remove the blouse and set it upon the bed with your jacket, my hands move to your breasts, stroking the lacy black cups which support them. I bend down to briefly kiss each breast through the aesthetically-designed cup as my hands move around your sides to you back, fingering the clasp as you cradle my head to your chest. But I soon kiss my way back up your body, reaching your lips, savoring your subtle whimper as the clasp is finally released, providing you a little relief even though your breasts are pressed against my lower ribs. I step back, and together we remove your bra. You set it upon the bed with the other discarded garments and stand tall and proud with your hands behind you, smiling sweetly at me, comfortable in your topless state. Your nipples are already hardening, in part due to the slightly-cool temperature of the bedroom and the evening breeze wafting through the nearby window, in part due to your anticipation. As the natural light fades quickly, I step away from you for a moment, going to the dresser, lighting the three tall pillar candles upon the metal stand. This also allows me to open the top drawer - the so-called "Drawer of Delights" - and retrieve the penis gag which you know so well. You smile sweetly as I return to you, your eyes sparkling; I am sure your mouth is watering a little as you ready your mouth to be filled with the fake black phallus. I smile as well because, while I definitely enjoy hearing your moans and especially your screams, I believe you wear the gag rather well. You turn to face away from me and gather your lengthy black hair, lifting it up and out of the way. Standing behind you, I briefly kiss the exposed back of your neck, then reach around you, pressing the bulbous tip of the gag to your dainty lips. You kiss the fake phallus in your own personal ritual, then open your mouth to allow the invader inside. I imagine your tongue gently sliding around the gag, rememorizing its lifelike form, and I sincerely wish that it was my own lifelike form obscenely filling your mouth... but that must wait for another time. The straps secured behind your head, you let down your hair as my hands caress your shoulders, your arms. For a moment, we hold hands as you lean back into my chest. My nose in your hair, I deeply inhale the orange scent of your favorite shampoo, and it reminds me of when we first met underneath the orange trees on the playground when I transferred to your school. I think of the cute girl with the pigtails and the frilly pink dress and in a way find it hard to believe that I am holding hands with her nearly two decades later. ...and even harder to believe that she is gagged and topless, and about to be the recipient of pain by her own choice. Releasing your hands, I turn you around and kiss your forehead. As I draw back, I see in your eyes the knowledge that this is simply the calm before the storm. You are incredibly calm, moreso than usual before our heavier play, which alerts me that you definitely need this. Slowly, I descend to my knees before you, my hands and lips adoring you. When I at last focus my attention upon your skirt, I lower the side zipper and begin to tug the snug-fitting waistband over your hips and allowing it to glide down your legs, ultimately revealing your favorite skimpy black thong with the embroidered purple-winged butterfly upon your mons. As you step out of the skirt, I set it aside upon the floor, out of the way so that we will not inadvertently step on it and dirty it. Clad in only a thong and sandals, you look incredibly calm. I am still amazed sometimes that you share your body so freely with me, that you hide nothing from me. I lean forward, my nose pressed into the crotch of your thong, inhaling your natural scent and noting the slight dampness which anoints the thin garment. Your hands in my hair, you gently scratch my scalp as you hold my head in place, my hands cupping your firm derriere as I inhale deeply. But in time, I lovingly slide the thong down your thighs and help you step out of the final item of clothing before I cast it aside. The sandals are next, ultimately leaving you clad only in your smooth flawless skin. I stand anew, taking you into my arms for a brief hug. Now that you are fully naked, the evening's core event can finally begin. I return to the dresser, retrieving the leather cuffs and the fur-lined blindfold. You give no sign of panic or hesitation as I set the cuffs upon the bed and apply the blindfold to you, plunging you into darkness. After spending a moment caressing your shoulders and your upper arms while the lack of sight slowly makes your other senses more acute, I begin to apply the cuffs, one by one, taking my time, ensuring that you feel every nuance of the application. I note how your breathing slows as you focus on the sensation and the scent of the leather, and once the wrist cuffs are affixed to you, I kneel to add the ankle cuffs and smile to myself as you lift your wrists to your nose to inhale the leathery scent more directly. With the cuffs attached, I stand anew and take your hand. Since you cannot see, I am careful to guide you appropriately, leading you the bed, assisting you in climbing upon the mattress and positioning you upon your stomach. Only then do I reposition the pillows, one underneath your head and one lifting your spankable ass a little higher. After a brief trip back to the dresser, I return with four short ropes and take my time in securing the D-ring of each cuff to the nearest bedpost, leaving you spread-eagle upon the bed. "Now, my pet," I whisper into your ear as I gingerly stroke your lengthy mane, "it is time for me to hurt you." You nod your agreement, your acceptance, your desire, your need. You appear to shudder slightly as you hear me unbuckle my leather belt and slide it through the belt loops of my slacks, which is good, for the lack of sight has clearly heightened your sense of hearing. I stand beside the bed for a long time, completely still, building up your anticipation. You begin to squirm, nervousness starting to swell within you. The way you move is sensuous and arousing in its own right, made even more special to me because it is YOU. Slowly, I move the doubled-over belt over your back, carefully lowering it so that it just barely brushes your lower spine, and you involuntarily jerk in your bonds and yelp around the fake phallus, having fully expected the first kiss of leather to be a kiss of pain. I smirk to myself, amused by your instinctive reaction, then rear back... Despite the penis gag, your scream is delicious, pure music to my ears. Even though I had only used perhaps half my full force, your scream is loud - almost certainly because you had not expected me to strike you severely after having brushed the belt across your lower spine. The stiffening of your naked body, the way you pull against your bonds, the sound forced around the obstruction in your mouth... it all intrigues me, entices me, arouses me. I want to touch you. I want to slide into you. But this night is not about me. It is about you. It is about me hurting you. Swiftly, I grab a handful of your black mane and pull, hard. Your muffled squeal is quieter than I would generally like, but your reaction emboldens me just the same. The belt rips across your fleshy cheeks again, adding a second stripe to your smooth skin. I pull harder on your hair, causing your body to arch despite the restraints. Your groan of pain is wonderful, and the belt descends upon you again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. ...and again. Your reddening flesh is quite visibly stunning. The ripples of each impact attract the eyes. The way you pull vigorously at your bonds pulls lovingly at my heart. Your screams grow in frequency, just as another part of me grows from witnessing your body's reactions to the growing physical distress. Although my erection is very prominent against the front of my slacks, although I want to slide into you again and again and again, the desire to hurt you builds within me, making me heady with the power I exert over you in your helpless state. With one final, brutal strike across your sweet buns, I release your hair and roughly push your head face-first into the pillow while you still scream and flail. Your pain must certainly be consuming you, for you continue to struggle furiously in your restraints, your voice still ringing loud and semi-clear around the penis gag. As I don the belt anew, you have a few moments to slowly calm and recover. Even in the candlelight, your reddened flesh seems to glow, testifying to the pain which must be wracking your senses. Leaning over the bed, I gently trace one of the red stripes with a fingernail, and it is enough to cause you to renew your struggles, to cry out around the oral invader. I am certain that your heated flesh enjoys the cool breeze which suddenly wafts in through the open window. The breeze is good for me as well, for I feel a little warm from my own less-frenzied efforts. As I move toward the dresser, I unbutton and remove my shirt, hanging it on a bedpost. A few moments later, I return to the side of the bed, the thick-tailed leather flogger weighty in my hand. There is no preamble. Simply, I strike you anew, the twenty heavy tails biting into your upper back. Blow after blow, I whip you hard, moving down to your mid-back and up again, then switching my attention to the backs of your thighs, enjoying your screams and you struggles, finding a keen sadistic pleasure in your agony and enjoying your natural responses to the pain... When I relent at last, I admire the redness of your skin. These markings will clearly last for a few hours, the proof of the evening we have spent together. As you continue to cry out around the obstruction in your mouth, I set the weighty flogger aside and lean back against the wall, catching my own breath, my eyes lewdly stroking you. As the pain continues to fill your existence, I reason that you deserve some pleasure as well. I return to the dresser and retrieve a large vibrating egg and the small bottle of lubricant. After placing batteries in the control box for the egg, I coat the insertable toy with the lubricant, then return to the bed. As the egg is slowly stroked along your feminine folds, your sounds begin to transform from expressions of pain to expressions of pain laced with pleasure. Gently, I press the egg into your body. Your movement stills to make it easier for me to slip the toy inside you. Your sounds change from pain laced with pleasure to pain mixing almost equally with pleasure, and when the egg at last is fully inside you, your sigh is audible even with the gag muffling your voice. As with the pain, there is no preamble. The egg rumbles to life at full song, its sound unmistakable despite its location deep inside you. I step away from the bed, leaving you in a world of subsiding pain and growing pleasure, retrieving from the dresser drawer an item I had purchased earlier in the week for this very situation: A baby monitor. I turn on the microphone portion and clip the speaker portion to my belt. Only after I have left the bedroom do I turn on the speaker, and for a moment, as I walk down the hall toward the stairs, I hear your muffled cries in stereo, which brings a smile to my lips and further reinforces my arousal. I take my time, going to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of water, then going to the bathroom to wet a pair of washcloths. The entire time, I am treated to your beautiful voice, and I know when you succumb to the power of the egg inside you. I only wish I could be the egg, to be bathed with your passion as I continue to pleasure you. I still want to slide into you, make love to you long into the night. But this is about you. While you had only requested pain, you have certainly earned this pleasure. As your voice peaks again, I stand corrected: these pleasures. I turn off the speaker as I approach the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I gently wash the sweat from your reddened backside as my free hand slowly reduces the rumbling inside you. By the time the second washcloth is nearly dry, the power is turned off to the egg and it is slowly extracted from your dripping body. I stand anew and move slowly around the bed, untying the ropes and freeing you while leaving you in the leather cuffs. You have mostly calmed by the time I help you to roll to your back, noting how you wince from the residual pain as your reddened skin touches the bed. Carefully, I help you to sit, then remove the blindfold. As your eyes adjust to the candlelight, I at last remove the penis gag, and hold you close as you lean wearily against me, working the discomfort from your jaw. When you are ready, I give you the water, caressing you as you drink, knowing you need to rehydrate yourself after having sweated and expelled so much liquid from your body. When at last you leave the house, the pain has mostly dissipated, the marks are still evident upon your backside. The kiss we share is sensual and loving, and if anyone passing by on the street happens to notice, they see only two lovers saying goodbye - they do no know of the kinky activities which have just taken place. One Evening It started with me on my knees when you walked into the room. You opened your fly and I started sucking your cock. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and I rocked back and forth to feel some friction against my jeans. Your hands held my head in place and you slid back and forth out of my mouth as deep as you could go. When I tried to circle your cock with my hands, you grabbed them with one of yours and held them against the back of my head. My mouth was wet and warm and I wanted to cum just from the feeling of you slamming into my mouth, my wet cunt pushing against itself and the aching feeling of my nipples. You couldn't last any longer and you came, pushing yourself into my mouth as hard as you could and your body went stiff and I swallowed and swallowed. I lay back against the edge of the bed. My legs spread wide, the damp seeping through my jeans. You dragged your fingers back and forth so lightly along the seam, pushing me closer to cumming. You pushed your finger into my wet and sticky mouth, your cum still lingering. I stood up and pulled off my jeans and my panties and lay back on the bed, hoping you would lower your mouth to my clit and suck on it. But instead you flipped me over onto my stomach, spread my legs wide and pressed my little benwa balls into my very wet cunt. The slight vibrations forced me to rub my clit along the bed, wanting contact. You got me up and I put on a short dress, my thighs wet and my whole world centered on my clit, the sensation from the balls in my cunt and the memory of you fucking my mouth. At that moment I would have done anything in the world for you and you wanted dinner. I couldn't eat. During dinner, each time I shifted my legs, I inched closer to orgasm and every time I smelled you, touched you, pictured you fucking me, it pushed me further down the path. As we walked back to the room, you placed you hand on the top of my ass, your fingers drifting down into the crack. I wanted to suck on your cock so badly that I would have knelt in the street if you hadn't moved your hand back to the small of my back at that moment. Back in the room, you pushed me face down onto the bed and spread my legs wide. With four fingers, you swept your hand from my clit to my ass, feeling the wet and how badly I wanted you. Reaching into my cunt, you gradually pulled the balls out, gently circling my clit at the same time. As the second ball came free, I came, liquid streaming and I pushed up from the bed against you. You pushed me back down and spread my legs again. Your cock was hard again and I could feel it against my ass. I reached for the bottle of lube and you took it from me, squirting the cold gel against my slit. You took the butt plug and dipped it into my cunt, soaking it in the wet. With a slow push, you slid it into my ass until it could go no further. I reached back to touch your cock, my mouth opening with the desire to suck it again. Instead, with both hands, you grabbed my hips and shoved your cock into my cunt. It was tight from the butt plug in my ass and soaking wet from my cum and the lube. You held still as I tried to rock back against you but you realized that you couldn't stop moving. You felt the pressure pushing down on you from the plug and the wet from my cunt, and you slid slowly back and forth, your hands tight on my back. I reach down to find my clit, huge and aching and moved it back and forth with two fingers; my body consumed with the pressure in my ass, my cunt. I wanted it to last, this moment, where the whole of everything existed in a quiet room and your cock was pushing me closer and closer to cumming. Finally, I came again and the spasms spread from my clit to my cunt to my ass. You felt me shaking as you buried your cock one last time into me. With a hard push back against my hips, you slid out and rolled me onto my back and pressed down on top of me, against my stomach. Rocking hard, you came against me, your cum pooling out and dripping down my sides. Reaching down between my legs, your mouth gently touched my clit as I held your balls and cock in my hands and we slept. One Evening I grab a few necessary things to take into the bathroom with me and ask you to take the rest of the toys down stairs. While in the bathroom I paint up my face all dark and slutty then braid my hair with the section of rope that has been cut for that purpose. Once I'm ready to get dressed I put on my corset and matching thong. Putting my bathrobe on so you can't see what I've done, I head down stairs asking you to give me a 2 minute head start. Once there I take off the robe and quickly put on the wrist and ankle cuffs, the collar and the blindfold. Kneeling down I clip my ankles together and then my wrists to my ankles and wait for you to come down stairs. As you come down, you take in what I have done before you slide your cock into my mouth. Telling me that you like the way my slutty red lips look wrapped around your cock, you then wrap your hand around my braid, fucking my mouth before pulling out to cum on my chest. Once you have finished coming, you unclip my wrists from my ankles and instruct me to stand up. After I am on my feet you tie a rope from my cuffed hands to the ceiling pulling them up until I am bent over. You then place the spreader bar between my ankles forcing my feet wide apart. Pulling my tits out of the cups of the corset, you attach the nipple clamps to them and attach the chain from the nipple clamps to the spreader bar effectively keeping me from standing up. You then head back up stairs telling me you'll be back on a commercial break. When you return, you use the riding crop to smack what you can reach of my tits a few times before turning to my ass. Using the crop you turn my ass and thighs bright red before pulling my thong down to expose my ass. Lubing a plug you steadily push it into my ass, seating it deep inside before pulling my thong back into place and undoing my arms and legs. You lay me on my back on the bench with my head hanging over the edge and bind my hands down to the legs before opening my corset and binding my chest to the bench so my tits would stand up. You then reattached the clamps to my nipples before clipping the chain to the rafters pulling them taut. My legs are pulled down securing my ankles to either side of the bench before my hips are secured to the bench as well. Using the rope in my braid, you secure my head to the bench so I can't lift it. Pulling my panties down far enough to get to my clit you place a vibe on it and tape it into place. Turning it on, you pull my thong back into place to help secure the vibe. Taking the crop, you turn my tits the same color as my ass before you again leave the room, promising to return. I'm not sure how long you were gone the second time. Between the pain in my clamped nipples and my tightly tied tits, and the vibe being placed in such a way to get my extremely wet but not in a place to go over the edge and cum, I had no sense of time. It could have been two minutes or two hours. All I knew at that point was that I would do anything to be allowed to actually cum. First you turned off and removed the vibrator. Then you unclamped my nipples bringing more pain and fire to my already sore nubs. As I groaned in pain you laughed and thrust your hard cock into my open mouth before you reached over to cruelly twist both nipples. With my head being tied to the bench, I wasn't able to move away from the cock that was being thrust into my throat. Pulling out, you slapped my face with your spit covered cock a couple of times before jamming it back into my throat. You continued this multiple times while using the crop on my thighs and what was left exposed of my pussy from when you removed the vibrator. You eventually pulled out slapping my face a couple more times and left the room. Returning for the final time of the evening, you untied all my bindings and had me stand up. Attaching my arms above my head you had me lean slightly forward so my tits hung away from my body and proceeded to rebind them tightly. Standing me back up straight, you took rubber bands and bound my nipples causing them to stand out. You then removed the pad from the bench and laid me back down, this time face first. This caused my tightly bound nipples and tits to be pressed tightly into the grooved and cold metal of the bench. Turning my head to the side you forced the ball gag into my mouth and secured it behind my head. My hands were then bound to the legs of the bench in front of me keeping me from raising my chest off the bench. You grabbed the spreader bar and placed it behind the legs of the bench and attached my ankle cuffs to it and then attached it to bench. You then secured me across the top of my back and at my hips and thighs. You turned my ass red and then sliding my thong to the side, removed the butt plug before coming over to my head where you moved the ball gag out of my mouth far enough to stick your cock in it. For the first time all night you spoke to me, telling me to coat your cock well as it was the only lube that was going to be used when you fucked the hell out of my ass. When you decided that you were lubed to your satisfaction, you removed your cock and replaced the ball gag. Moving the thong out of your way again, you fed your cock into my ass slowly, an inch at a time, drawing out the feeling of you stretching out my hole. Never slow enough for me to get used to your size, but never fast enough to get the stretching over with quickly either. Once you were all the way in, you rested there for a moment before pulling all but the tip out and slamming back into my ass repeatedly until you came hard and with a loud groan on your part, collapsing on my back. Eventually you recovered enough to pull out and wiping your cum covered cock on my thigh before starting to untie me. You helped me sit up slowly and undid my breast binding though you left the bands on my nipples with the instruction to leave them there until after I had taken a shower. While you allowed me to remove the blindfold, the ball gag was to be left in place until then as well. When I felt like I could stand steady I helped you finish cleaning up and took the toys back upstairs. After putting them away, I stepped into the shower where you decided that you were going to join me. Grabbing my hair you wrapped it around one hand tipping my head back while the other grabbed and twisted a bound nipple. Forcing me to my knees you directed me to put my hands behind head and hold your cock in my mouth while you cleaned up. You weren't hard when I first took you in my mouth, but the longer I kept you there, the harder you became. Placing your hands on the wall behind me, you fucked my face one last time, this time making me swallow. Pulling out you placed the ball gag back into my mouth, slapped my face with your cock and got out of the shower instructing me to finish up. You left the curtain open where you could see me and make sure that I only touched myself enough to clean up and not to get off. After I toweled off and brushed my hair out, you removed the rubber bands from my nipples telling me that you liked the way they looked hard like that so much, I would be wearing them that way every evening. I was to keep the rubber bands in my pocket when I entered the house so when you arrived you could place them on me. Leaving the ball gag in place you placed the blindfold back over my eyes and led me into the bedroom where you proceeded to place my collar back around my neck and all my cuffs back on. Having my lie down in the bed you cuff my hands in front of me and then to my collar and cuff my ankles back together. Tossing the covers over me you tell me you don't want me to play with myself during what was left of the night. Resigning myself to a sleepless night, I barely wake up when the alarm goes off and you remove all the bindings, collar, blindfold and gag. Telling me to go back to sleep you leave for work. You never would tell me how long we had played for that evening. It seemed like we had been up all night but you kept quiet on exactly how long it had been. In addition to the nipple bands, you also decided that you liked my wearing the butt plug and inserted it most every evening that you were home. You also took to securing me on the evenings that you were home all night and sometimes on the nights that you worked, though only with my hands in front in case you were gone and there was an emergency. This allowed me to get out if needed. Some nights you would hog tie me, roll me on my stomach and fuck my pussy or ass. Other nights you would tease me to the brink of cumming while having me suck your dick. If I was lucky you fucked either my pussy or ass until I came. If I wasn't, you would come on my tits or ass or pussy and make me wear it until morning.