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Tie Me Up!

By: vegascatwoman



It is Wednesday morning, November, somewhere in the Southwestern United States. I am 40, married, blonde and voluptuously attractive in a sultry sort of way. There is a glint of mischief in my eyes and the soul of a pervert lurks deep within me. However, I am married to a most conventional man, a boring sort. Good-hearted but dull in every way. The marriage is good in many ways, as we have grown together for years and he knows me well. We have a life together...but something important is missing. And I know what it is, only to find it has become an endless quest, a near Holy Grail of sorts.

You see, what I am seeking is my Sexual Master...the one Man with the ability and skill to possess me completely, to take and own and to control me and all my dark desires. I dreamt of him again last night - he is so close to me in fantasy, I can nearly feel him in reality...he is tall, dark and unconventionally handsome...with the kinkiest mind and the most perverted sense of dominance and ownership imaginable...and I will know him when I find him, as he will own me totally.

I am at a stoplight, running errands when my car is tapped lightly from behind. As I curse and turn to look behind me at the offending party, I notice a man with glasses, greying hair and a slim build behind the wheel. I angrily burst from my seat, flinging my door open in haste, running to the rear of the car to look for damage. There is none, but my adrenalin has just shot through the roof and my heart is pounding loudly in my chest. The offensive man gets up out of his seat and slowly opens his car door, almost lazily crawling out. As he does, I notice the height of him, he must be about 6'2" and has lovely curling greying hair and behind his glasses are the largest brown eyes I have ever seen. He is soft-spoken and seems very nonchalant and easy-going about this entire ordeal, but as he apologizes to me, all I can see is his mouth and his lips and in my mind I can feel them upon me...his hands are large and he gestures with them while he speaks to me, and my eyes drift lower down to take in the view before me...and I stand transfixed by the sight...he is wearing faded blue jeans and the outline of his cock is evident. And he is hard. It is all I can do to restrain my thoughts, I am stammering and not making sense with the babble coming forth. He is murmuring something about getting insurance information and doing an exchange and I am nodding, ready to do anything he suggests...

He tells me to follow his car and he will drive to a place where we can exchange information. I get back into my driver's seat and start the ignition and my hands are shaking so that I can barely grip the wheel. That cock is forefront in my mind and all I can see is the vision it made, the outline of its proud defiant hardness in those tight blue jeans as it strained hard and full against the cloth. My pussy is wet and leaking cum juice now and my clit and tits are hard at the thought. All of a sudden I realize I am driving, following his car, not caring where he takes us, just knowing that I will not lose sight of him...

We drive to a gated community and he uses a code to open the gates. I follow along and as he parks in his garage, I pull into the driveway behind him. I am scared and a little fearful, but the thought of that cock and those brown eyes and that full sexy mouth propel me onward. I open my car door and get out and follow him into the house through the garage, which he closes with an automatic opener. We enter his home, it is light and airy and has a clean feeling to it. There are some women's things there - he must be married, I am thinking. There are 2 very friendly large dogs. 

In the kitchen he asks me to sit down, he brings me some water. I open my purse nervously, remembering that we are to exchange information and that the only reason I am here is that accident earlier. For a moment I have my senses back, and then he turns to walk towards me there in the little kitchen and his cock is at my eye level, hard once again and straining against the cloth of those tight jeans, and I have a very overwhelming urge to reach out and open his fly, to get on my knees and to suck him off. I raise my eyes to meet his downward gaze, he has caught me looking at him this time, and he knowingly takes both his hands and places them on the sides of his groin, pushing his pelvis forward to meet me as he pulls the cloth back harder against himself. I can see the entire outline of him now, he is fully hard, Good God it must be at least 8 inches and very thick, and my mouth is watering at the sight. He moans low in his throat, he knows that I want him, and he says in that sexy voice....'Do you want to see my cock, Baby?... Well,....take it out for me, then'...and with trembling hands and no control of my own, I follow his orders and unzip his fly.

Suddenly his huge cock springs forward and out, and I am transfixed, I could gaze upon him forever, as this is the Perfect Cock, the one I have always dreamt of finding for my own. He moves his pelvis and contracts his muscles and the huge cock bobs up and down deliciously. In a hot throaty voice he says...'Go on Baby, taste it...I know you want to suck that cock...Go on'...

And I take the head of it into my hot wet and hungry mouth, savoring the feel of his hard manflesh, the skin taut against the pounding blood, I can feel the throbbing veins along the shaft and I am eager to suck him to completion. Below, my own wet pussy throbs endlessly and I take a hand and finger myself underneath my skirt, there on my knees in his little kitchen. I start to suck him in earnest now, I can feel my own cunt cumming off soon, there is no turning back for me, I moan deep in my throat and all I want is to CUM, and suddenly his cock in my mouth is my only reality, the room is spinning out of control, I am seeing stars and my entire body is contracting with the spasms of my own orgasm. I feel my pussy cream leaking down my thighs.

I can taste the precum at the head of his cock, he is moaning now way back in in his throat, it's a groan almost, his hands are on my head and he is thrusting in and out of my mouth with all his strength. I can sense the completion in him, he is straining now towards the cum he needs so badly, and in that moment I am nothing but a mouth, the mouth of fulfillment for this man, this Master who is so needy, and I am there to serve him fully...he explodes deep inside my throat, I can feel all the pulsing streams of cum, he is moaning loudly now, saying...'Take me ALL, that juice is YOURS, suck me you SLUT, you know you want it'...and as I swallow it all and savor his taste, he pulls his cock from my mouth and lifts me up from my knees into his arms, ripping open my shirt and freeing my breasts to his gaze, his appreciative hands are upon me now as his hot wet tongue invades my mouth, begging me for a taste of his own cockcream...and I eagerly share it with him, sucking his tongue into my own mouth and tasting him all...

He grabs me by the head and I feel his hot mouth and lips as his tongue invades me, it feels like he is turning my entire mouth inside out, his sucking mouth and tongue feel so masterful and possessive. Both his hands are tangled into my hair and he is rubbing his still-hard manhood against my pelvis. My pussy aches with need, dripping away there in the kitchen...I can feel my insides contract and pulse with hunger for his cock. He is groaning now, moaning again in that throaty voice, telling me to 'Take off your clothes and follow me now'...and I do as he tells me and we are walking towards a bedroom in the back of the house now, shedding our clothing on the floor as we go. I wonder if there is another woman there, but as soon as we reach the bedroom doorway, he turns and once again takes possession of my mouth with his own and I am no longer wondering about anything.

He pushes me back onto his big king-size bed and pulls my cunt open to inspect it with his hands and eyes, moving closer to me, licking first my thighs and then my pubic mound. His mouth feels hot, wet and demanding as he moves in closer to my clit and pussy lips. By now I am begging him to continue, thrusting my hips up off the bed, arching my back and reaching for his head with both my hands. Finally he pulls away from me, denying me my gratification. I moan in frustration and he says, 'Wait, Baby...I'll take care of you very soon...Let me get you ready for me'. At this, he reaches up over my head into the headboard area of the bed and pulls out what looks like a blindfold. Shivers run up and down my spine as I realize that he intends to use it on me...he places it over my eyes and around my head, securing it and blocking out the light, telling me to 'Relax...I won't hurt you, I will give you the greatest pleasure you've ever had, if only you trust me and allow me to use you properly'...and I am quivering with a mixture of fear, dread, and total anticipation.

Once he has me blindfolded, I hear him reaching back into the headboard cabinets again and I feel something rough and raw around my wrist, it feels like rope. He is tying me to the bed! As I realize what is happening, I grow scared and he once again soothes me with that voice...then he kisses my mouth again, taking possession with that tongue and technique, and I once again become relaxed and let him continue. He ties both my wrists to the headboard area. I feel his weight shift on the bed and realize that now he is at my feet, and I feel him bind first one ankle and then the other. He pulls my legs apart, spread-eagle style there on the bed, and he moves up and off of the bed for just a moment. The entire time he is telling me how gorgeous I am, how turned on he is getting by doing this to me, and telling me all the things he is going to do with me now that I am his. My poor cunt is dripping with hunger for orgasm and I am begging him to start...please begin now...

I hear a camera being used, the clicking sound of him photographing me in my humiliation and submission. I am being treated like a whore for inspection and he is enjoying me. He tells me how beautiful I look tied up like that, how much he wants to fuck my pussy and suck my clit, and how hard his cock is from the sight of me there at his mercy. He tells me my tits are big and hot and soft and that he loves the way they look, 'Big fuckin' tits...just right to suck'...and then he starts to tell me what he is going to do next...he tells me he is going to let a neighbor come over to watch us fucking and that there is nothing I can do about it. I beg him to consider my feelings but he says, 'I am the Master and you are the Cunt, and I make the rules and you follow them'. 

And there in my submission I realize he could show me to the whole wide world and there would be nothing I could do to stop him. I hear him leave the room for a moment and hear a muffled phone conversation in the other room. Then he returns and all of a sudden, I feel something very cold and very wet at my pussy. It's an ice cube! And he is rubbing it all over and around my poor hardened clit! I am writhing against my restraints now, trying to get away from the freezing ice, it's too cold, it's hurting me, and then in an instant I feel something very hot and wet and soft and I realize it's finally his mouth on my clit and he is sucking me so well, doing such a wonderful job, I cum immediately, flooding his face with pussy juice. My thighs are bound and I pull against the restraints, his head caught between my legs. I feel I have died and gone to heaven as he continues to bring me to orgasm after orgasm with that hot mouth. I am begging for penetration, 'Please, I need cock'...but he is ignoring my requests. 

The doorbell rings and he leaves the bedroom. I hear another man's voice and then I hear them both, speaking in soft tones. He comes back into the bedroom and I can hear the footsteps of 2 men, but only the Master is speaking to me. He tells me that our 'audience' has arrived and that it's time for him to fuck me very well. I feel his weight on the bed and there is the clicking sound of the camera once more, and I realize that the neighbor must be the cameraman. I am turned on by being displayed and yet still blindfolded...there is no way that this second man can really know who I am...

I feel hands and mouth once again at my cunt as the Master eats me again. I cum about 3 times and then he says, 'Time for your Fuck, Baby'...and I feel him getting over me and the head of his cock is hard up against my cuntlips and all of a sudden he is kissing my mouth, his hands are on my breasts, and then his huge hard inflated cock is penetrating me, one inch at a time, as the camera clicks away...he begins to moan, saying, 'Oh, Fuck! This is one fucking incredible pussy!!! This pussy is the BEST! So fuckin' HOT! So nice and tight! So WET! Oh, Jesus, this is GOOD HOT PUSSY, Baby!!!!'...and the camera clicks over and over repeatedly. The other man is breathing hard now, I can hear them both, and now they are speaking back and forth, the cameraman saying, 'Oh, God, you need to fuck her hard, fuck her good, this is so fuckin' HOT, this is the best fuck I've ever seen, God, she is one sexy Cunt, fuck that Bitch, let me get this on film'...and the Master is groaning, pushing harder and harder into my cunt, bringing me off over and over again, he is moaning as he gets nearer and nearer to his own fulfillment.

All of a sudden, I hear them make a decision to turn me over onto my stomach. The bonds are quickly loosed but their hands replace them, they are stronger than me and I realize to struggle would be futile. I comply and allow them to bind me back into position, but this time they leave my legs free enough for me to get up on my knees on the bed. My hands are rebound together in front, I am in a kneeling position now. I am begging for a fucking there on my knees and I hear a zipper being opened and realize that the cameraman is going to fuck me, too. 

The Master gets in front of me on the bed, removing my blindfold and presenting his huge wet and swollen cock to me for sucking. As I suck him gently, he holds my head lovingly in his hands, once in awhile reaching down to play with my tits or to rub my back. I feel a huge hard cock rubbing against my asscheeks now, and I am scared that this stranger might try to take my virgin asshole. I beg them for a pussyfuck only and the Master asks if I am virgin in my ass, and I tell him yes, that no one has ever been there before. He tells the other man that my ass belongs to him, he is the Master, so this cameraman can only have a pussyfuck and to leave my asshole alone. In my gratitude I suck lovingly on his big hard cock and he thrusts in and out of my mouth. The man behind me spreads my cuntlips open with his hands and I feel his wet finger on my clit, rubbing me until I climax again...and as I cum, he thrusts deeply into my cunt, and I explode around his cock. I am really into the scene now, I am being fucked by a total stranger from behind, a near stranger has his cock in my mouth, and I am cumming repeatedly, tied to the bed and loving every moment of this forbidden pleasure.

The Master's cock expands and throbs suddenly and he moans and grabs my face as he cums deep into my throat. I suck eagerly and swallow his entire load, it's every bit as huge as the first one he gave me, and the man behind me sees this and he starts to cum off in my cunt at the same time. I can feel him spurting into me so deep and hard and I also reach my own orgasm, moaning and swallowing, sucking and fucking, all at the same damn time. Every nerve in my body is alive with orgasm, I am made for this, made to fuck, and as we all 3 collapse onto the bed, I turn to look at the cameraman and realize in shock and disbelief that it is my own damned husband!!!

Both men are kissing me deeply, holding and touching and loving me now, and my husband says, 'Happy Anniversary, Darling'..'Would you like to keep on getting your gift?'...and all I can say is a very emphatic, 'YES'!

Tie Me Up



Chandrabelle22:  No no...nothing violent... I mean a little rough might be fun but nothing horribly painful.

Jlove69: But you DO want him to dominate you right? :D

Chandrabelle22: Of course! ;P

Another 12 hour shift - Chandra was at her wits end. The Portville county hospital was extremely understaffed and that frequently meant double shifts for the attendees and nurses who worked there. Chandra was fresh out of nursing school and loved her work but the long hours were wreaking havoc on her personal life, or lack there of. It wasn't that she was particularly anti-social, just that her best friend, Jennifer, had moved across the country a year ago just as Chandra's career really began absorbing her life. They chatted regularly online about all that was happening in their lives and recently Jennifer had begun poking fun at Chandra for being a workaholic. Jen knew that Chandra had a pretty kinky wild side suppressed deep down and it was her personal goal to drag it out of her recluse friend no matter what. Their IM conversations were a testament to that.

It was 1am and the hospital was buzzing with commotion. Pager call after pager call was keeping her running between floors barely giving her time to rest. FINALLY she reached a stopping point and headed for the bathroom for a breather. Walking into the deserted ladies room she made for a stall. The calm of the bathroom was a godsend. Washing up at the counter she paused to admire herself in the mirror. At 5'7", 150 pounds she had to admit that Hospital life was a good workout. She let her long brown hair fall from the bun it was in and took off her glasses. She stood there, momentarily forgetting that she was in a public bathroom. Every night for the past week Jennifer had been prying her for sexual secrets. It was kind of fun coming out of the box like that to her friend but the result was that it was making her extremely horny.

One hand on the counter Chandra grasped her right breast. GOD she needed to get laid but work was all consuming. There were a LOT of attractive men in the hospital but she doubted they even noticed her. Her hand moved downward until she was rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her pants. Groaning and closing her eyes she imagined a faceless stranger taking her against her will. Holding her down and fucking her until she screamed in ecstasy. Slowly her hand moved to the waistline of her pants 

*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP

Back to reality. 

Her pager was flashing green but instead of a phone number or name it had a room number. "Suite A 314C" showed the little display. Sighing she removed her hand from her front, grabbed her glasses and swiftly left the bathroom.

Jlove69: Are there more than one guy doing this to you??

Chandrabelle22: what! no!

Jlove69: Haha..i bet you imagine there are

Chandrabelle22: Well.... Maybe. I dunno I like the idea but I'm not sure how I'd react in the moment if there were two dudes.

Jlove69: You'd fuckem both! THAT's how you'd react

Chandrabelle22: You're insatiable

Jlove69: You are too you just don't know it yet :P

"Why the fuck did I get paged to the remotest part of Suite A?!" She thought to herself as she approached an elevator. Frustrated at how the night was going and a little peeved at having been so rudely interrupted she punched the elevator call button. On the ground floor.

Suite A was largely under renovation meaning it was a ghost town, especially at 1am. Some lab equipment was still working on the upper floors of the building so it wasn't completely unusual that she was being paged there but the fact that there was no name or phone number was weird; he could hear the elevator moving through the shaft towards her floor. So suddenly did the following events occur that she barely even moved:  the doors started to open, a rough hand grabbed her by her left wrist and a rag soaked with ether was thrust over her face from behind her to her right. She didn't even have time to yell and as things went black she was roughly jerked into the elevator.

The first thing she felt when she came around was something metallic pulling on her wrists which were suspended together above her head. She realized that she was hanging loosely with her feet dragged behind her but she couldn't tell anything else because of the thick black sack over her head. With a drop in the pit of her stomach she at last became aware that she was wearing only her bras and her panties. She began to squirm and yell but her mouth had a narrow strip of duct tape on it. She paused her struggling and went limp when she felt a stinging slap on her ass and whimpered quietly. She could tell that there were multiple people in the room, how many she was not sure.

Muttering, chuckles, male voices. This was a dream it had to be. But that slap had stung! She was scared but at the same time...intrigued. This was uncannily close to the kind of things she admitted to Jennifer during their late night conversations.

Another slap.

Then hands.

One pair of hands began exploring her breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together and tweaking her nipples, tearing her bra from her body. Another pair was rubbing and grasping her ass where they had just slapped, pulling her panites down to her ankles. She was embarrassed...she was furious!....she was turned on. She felt her loins stir as her ass cheeks were parted, exposing her winking anus and pussy. 

Muffled words, chuckles and then probing.

It was something foreign, something extremely smooth and obviously covered in lube that touched and began circling her anus as one hand held her left check to the side. She attempted to yell but it was too heavily muffled. She tried to jerk away and received another stinging slap on the ass.

She stayed still.

The object probed again, this time pressing gently on her anus until it gradually began to push its way in. It wasn't painful. It was relatively small whatever it was and well lubed. What shocked her was when it abruptly started vibrating.

Chandrabelle22: It's NOT a rape fantasy...lol.

Jlove69: Sounds like one to me sweety!

Chandrabelle22: no! rape is nonconsensual! I would enjoy this!

Jlove69: I bet you would! XD

The vibrating in her ass was wild! She had never experienced anything like it! Her pussy was growing damp as the hands suddenly were removed from her. 

Shuffling and movement.

The the bag was pulled from her head. It took a moment for her to get her bearings. They were in a very large supply room. The lights were on, the door was locked, her hands were suspended above her by a pair of handcuffs looped over a water pipe on the ceiling and standing in front of here were two men she didn't recognize, both naked, very fit, both grinning. Her eyes drifted downward and she whimpered. They both had enormous cocks, the one on the left, a lanky black haired man had one hand on his dick, stroking its length. Jesus it had to be 9 inches. And his friend was EQUALLY well endowed. She became aware again of the buzzing in her asshole as one of the men moved behind her. She felt hands on her inner things, pulling them apart and then a tongue. Deliberate and aggressive it attacked her clit. Her eyes screwed up in ecstasy, the vibrator continued to stimulate her ass, the handcuffs pulled on her hands and the second man put his mouth to her nipples and began biting, sucking and grabbing them.

A finger entered her pussy from the man still lapping at her clit. She involuntarily squeezed her keagles around his digit as it moved into her. It pulled out. TWO fingers entered this time and began moving in and out, lubricated by her wetness. 

In truth it only lasted about 3 minutes but to her it felt like hours. The attention stopped and the man in front of her backed up a pace, taking in the sight of her and stroking his huge shaft, eyeing her hungrily. She felt a cock bang against her inner thigh and slide its way up until it rested against her clit. Sliding foreword and back a little bit, teasing her, making her whimper. Then, pressure at the entrance to her pussy as he began to push into her. She could feel his left hand gripping her hip and his right holding his cock as he guided it into her.

It was bliss.

It didn't hurt at all until the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix causing her to jerk uncomfortably. He was all the way in and pressing against her womb, the vibrator still going in her ass and the other man still masturbating with a smug look in front of her. He pulled out about halfway and pushed back in, banging against her cervix a second time, then a third. The pain was replaced by unimaginable pleasure. She was sure he could feel the vibrations from her ass in her pussy and the thought turned her on even more. Her eyes screwed up and she felt a hand grab and rip the tape from her mouth. Given the opportunity to scream all she did was moan and close her eyes.

The vibrator was pulled from her ass, the cock inexplicably left her aching vagina - she opened her eyes to see the man in front of her reaching up and fiddling with the cuffs. Suddenly she fell free and dropped to the floor. Panting she closed her eyes but was given little rest as a slap stung her ass again and looking up the man that was behind her a moment ago was thrusting his cock into her face. She could feel the other man behind her positioning himself and then enter her, less forcefully than the first man but still with a lot of strength behind it. He began to thrust into her and she reached out and grabbed the cock wagging in front of her face.

Is this what she wanted? Did she want to surrender herself to these two strangers? As she thought this the man behind her grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, still thrusting into her hot pussy. The man in front of her took the opportunity to push his cock into her mouth. She moaned around it and grabbed it with her hand again, jacking him off as she sucked on the bulbous head. The thrusts behind her were reaching her cervix again, each time it hit, building up the pressure of an intense orgasm.

She began trying to swallow the cock in front of her as deeply as she could but could barely concentrate from the pounding her pussy was receiving. Both men were moaning more now and she could tell that things were heading towards one inevitable ending. The fire in her belly grew as she reached one hand between her legs to finger her clit and the man in front of her muttered, "Oh fuck!" signaling the joint climax.

The man behind her thrust into her as deeply as he could, right up against the entrance to her womb, grunted deeply and emptied a massive load of cum into her. She clamped her pussy around her squirting cock and was torn through the most intense orgasm of her life. Simultaneously the cock in her mouth jerked and began squirting semen straight down her throat. She tried to swallow but slopped most of it down her chin. Meanwhile the man behind her continued to thrust despite the copious amount of semen he was depositing into her which was now running out between his cock and her pussy.

The frigging of her clit with her right hand, the twitching cock in her vagina, the one in her mouth, the entire situation was just too much for her and she blacked out from the intense pleasure of it, never having felt so filled, never having felt so satisfied in her life.

Jlove69: Srsly! I could totally orchestrate this for you! I know some dudes in your area who would be MORE than up to the challenge!

Chandrabelle22: ...no you really shouldn't. I don't know if I'm ready for something like that.

Jlove69: Maybe I'll just have to surprise you then ;)

Chandrabelle22: Haha, ya right, like you would

The End



Tie Me Up



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Angel

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Tie Me Up



While we were relatively new to the peer rope group, I was thrilled to be back at another meeting. My husband and I had been exploring our kinky side...he was the top to my role as a rope bottom, and we were learning new things and meeting new people together. 

We're a poly couple, meaning we have romantic relationships with people, but our marriage is primary. He's straight and I'm bisexual. And while I'm a bottom for some things, I'm not a submissive and he's not a dominant. 

Today was particularly big for us because it would be our first time attending a rope play party after the rope group. We noticed that the group was already larger than previous meetings have been, but people were friendly and we were welcomed easily.

I suddenly felt someone's eyes on me and turned towards the door, shock freezing me in place. Josh stood there, my shock mirrored on his face. After a moment, I felt Paul touch my arm gently. 

"Ree?"

"It's Josh," I replied, hoarsely, my gaze from Josh's never wavering.

Josh and I had been lovers a year prior, with him introducing me to my kinky side. He'd been the only lover that I developed extremely strong feelings for before he dropped the bomb on me that he was moving out of the area. But then I found out he'd lied about being single and I came to the realization that I was just another plaything to him. By that time he'd disappeared out of the area. And so, while I suspected he was involved in the scene in this area when he was here, I had no reason to fear running into him. And since we hadn't seen him around, I relaxed into the groups, and forgot about it.

Until now.

Josh was making his way toward us, and I took a breath, steeling myself for the confrontation.

Josh nodded, "Hey Ree. Hey Paul." 

Paul nodded. "Josh. Didn't know you were still in the area."

"I'm back," he replied.

I inhaled deeply, looking away. 

"But I'm happy to see you guys found this group," Josh continued. "It's a good group."

"Yeah," I replied softly. "It is." I still couldn't look at Josh. "Except if you're back, then we probably shouldn't be here."

"Why's that, Ree?" The tone of Josh's voice had me looking at him, but I couldn't answer. When I remained silent, he continued. "Do you hate me that much?"

I shook my head. "Just the opposite," I replied, finding my voice. I started to turn away and he touched my arm.

"Ree, we should talk," he said quietly to me. "The last thing I want to do is push you away from the community. I never wanted to hurt you."

I shook my head. "I don't want to leave the community, but I don't think I can handle watching you play with someone else," I admitted, not meeting his gaze. "Especially when I know you don't want me anymore."

Josh opened his mouth to reply just as the group was called to sit for the month's discussion, and I shook my head. "It's good to see you, Josh," I said as I followed Paul to find a seat, and promptly did everything in my power to forget he was there for a little while.

Later, as Paul was struggling with practicing a particularly complicated knotted piece on my wrist and I was watching the demonstration, I heard Josh offer help to Paul to show him how to do it. Both guys looked at me for my permission for Josh to touch me.

I nodded. "It's fine." But it wasn't. Not really. I feared what feelings would be brought up the minute Josh's fingers were touching me, even though it was only my wrist. But at the same time, I trusted Josh with my body like no one else. Even after everything, I instinctively knew Josh wouldn't hurt me. Not physically, anyway. And if Paul could learn something new that we could use, this was a good thing.

I passively watched the guys tying my wrists together, finding the comfort that I've begun to associate with rope. I allowed them to manipulate my body in the ways that they needed feeling the hug of the rope slipping around my skin and settled into the relaxation. 

The lesson went way too quickly and soon, I was being untied and jerked myself back to reality and the buzz of conversation around me. I was vaguely aware of Josh asking me something and asked him to repeat himself.

He was rubbing my bare wrist gently. "I just wanted to know that you were okay." 

I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

Josh continued to hold onto my wrist. "Can we talk?" He asked, jerking his head over to a quiet corner. I glanced at Paul and he nodded his assent.

I felt the absence of Josh's touch acutely as I followed him to the corner. Taking seats in chairs facing each other, he leaned forward to me. 

"Ree, I really don't want to keep you from being a part of this community."

I wrapped my arms around myself and looked at the floor. "I know, Josh."

"And just so you know, I want you, too. Back there, just the little bit with teaching Paul those knots..." His voice trailed off, and he cleared his throat. "I want more."

I shook my head," Josh...with the way I feel about you..." I closed my eyes. "It's too intense for me sometimes."

I felt his light touch on my arm. "I can relate. I feel the same about you." He sighed. "I want you so badly."

I studied him in silence.

"But you're someone else's," he finished, removing his hand from my arm. "Just know that I never wanted to hurt you. I think about you all of the time. I...I never stopped having feelings for you."

"Josh—", I started, but he cut me off.

"I want to play with you. Here. Tonight. But it's up to you. If you want to play, you'll have to be the one to tell me." Josh started to stand and I stopped him, placing a hand on his arm.

"I can't just do a one-time thing with you," I replied, softly.

Josh shook his head. "I can't do a one-time thing with you, either. Just think about it, Ree."

I was shaking.

I was hiding in the changing area, scared to step foot into the club. The demi cup, black and silver bra lifted my G sized girls, the cups barely hiding my nipples and the crystal bindis that surrounded them. My black boy-short style panties were cut high enough in the back to show some cheek. Hidden under the satiny fabric were more crystals decorating my bare mound. I was barefoot, my toes painted with my favorite bright red nail polish (OPI's "I'm not really a waitress"). It matched the polish on the tips of my fingernails in a modified French manicure. My short reddish brown hair was in its wild curls, and my make-up was dramatic. 

I stared at myself in the mirror. My skin was already flushed. Whether it was with nerves or anticipation, I couldn't tell. I felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my chest. This was the first time I was going to be parading myself in front of a group of people while clad only in my underwear. 

And, if I was being completely honest with myself, I knew that everyone would probably see me in less than my underwear tonight. The thought both terrified me and turned me on. 

Eventually, I convinced myself to leave the room and find Paul, who was sipping on a bottle of water while scanning the crowd. Very quickly I realized that I was one of the more conservatively dressed and relaxed.

Paul slipped an arm around me and nuzzled my ear. "You look great."

I smiled faintly, "Thank you."

"Are you nervous?"

I glanced at him. "What would make you think I was nervous?" I joked. "The fact that my heart is beating out of my chest or the fact that my hands are shaking?"

He chuckled. "It was just a hunch."

I looked around the crowd.

"Are you looking for someone in particular?"

I shook my head. "No." 

"Really?"

I glanced at Paul. "Maybe." I sighed. "I'm sorry, babe. I just can't stop thinking about...being with him."

"I know."

"But I'm here with you, so let's go play." I said, determinedly. 

He turned me to him. "I think you should play with Josh."

I looked at Paul in surprise. "Wh-what?"

He kissed me softly, careful to not mess up my make-up. "You and Josh have something unique. I see it. I've seen it for a while. You completely relaxed with him tying you up today. And I think you deserve to have a play experience like that tonight."

"But it probably wouldn't be a one-time thing."

Paul nodded. "I know," he replied simply. "You were happier with him in your life. And I like it when you're happy."

I stretched up to give him a kiss. "You're an incredible man, Paul. And I love you very much."

He grinned. "I know." I laughed with him. "Besides, I'm going to watch from here and see what Josh does so that I can replicate it later."

I turned to look where I had seen Josh talking with a couple of other men. "What if he turns me down?"

"He won't."

I sighed and looked at Paul. 

"Trust me, Ree." Paul placed a few bundles of rope in my hands. "He won't turn you down."

I turned, and rope shaking in my hands, made my way over to Josh. The conversation stopped as I approached, and I smiled shyly at the two gentlemen with Josh before turning to him. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do. Josh watched me expectantly.

I held the rope out. My voice cracking with nerves, I managed to ask, "Tie me up, Sir?"

Josh swallowed thickly, before reaching out to take the bundles from me with one hand while taking my hand in his other hand. "Are you sure, Ree?"

No. It was my turn to swallow thickly before nodding. "As sure as I can be."

"Do you trust me?" Josh was studying my face intently.

There was no hesitation this time. I nodded. "Yes. I do."

"Do you have a safe word?"

I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. "Red."

He began walking me toward an area of the club that was a little quieter, and I noticed a wooden chair against the wall. "I'm okay with you talking during the scene. I want you to let me know if I'm causing you pain or discomfort with the rope, okay?"

I nodded, relieved. 

We stopped in front of the chair and he dropped all but one of the bundles of rope. He drew me to him so that my back was to the chair. I could feel the seat against the back of my legs.

Josh looked at me. "Take off your bra," he said softly.

Nerves that temporarily calmed down started again, and I started shaking again. This was the first time I was going to disrobe essentially in front of a group of people.

I glanced away, feeling panic starting to set in, and I felt Josh touch my cheek.

"Ree." I looked back at him. "It's just us. Just focus on me."

Staring into his eyes, I reached behind me to unhook my bra, pushed the straps down my arms, and moved the bra away from me, exposing my breasts. My nipples, already hard from desire, hardened even more from the cool air. He glanced down and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw the crystals decorating my nipples. Josh smiled, running his fingertip over the crystals and my nipple, causing my skin to pebble up in gooseflesh. I let out an involuntary moan and he treated my other nipple to the same treatment.

"I like these." Josh smiled into my eyes. I returned the smile. 

"I'm going to tie you into a rope corset ok?" He held the rope in both of his hands. "Let me know if it's too tight, ok?"

I nodded.

I watched his face -- intent in concentration -- as he worked. The rope was soft against my skin, and I relaxed as he wound rope around my breasts, creating a support for them before wrapping the rope around me creating the corset. The process took some time, but with each wrap, it felt like I was being held. I felt safe and protected in the rope. When he finished the last wrap around my midsection, he studied his handiwork before studying my face and checking in with me. 

"Okay?"

I nodded.

Josh touched my face, pulling me in for a quick kiss. At the first taste of him, I didn't want to stop kissing him and reached for him, and grumbled a little when he pulled away and took my hands in his. 

He chuckled, and kissed my hands. "We'll do more of that later. Sit, Ree."

I sat on the edge of the chair and he took my wrists, tying them together. I started to squirm a little, getting incredibly turned on. His work was deft and quick, and soon, he had me sitting back against the wall with my hands tied to the ring on the wall above my head.

Josh knelt before me, smiling softly. "You're beautiful, Ree," he said softly. He ran his hands down my upraised arms, continuing down the sides of the rope corset, tucking his fingers into the top of my panties, and tugging them down my hips and legs. I shifted to help him get them off of me, and once they were tossed on top of my discarded bra, he moved me like he wanted me, stopping when he noticed the crystals.

He inhaled sharply and I watched him as he lightly touched the crystals on my mound. "All sorts of surprises tonight," he murmured, looking up at me. I inhaled shakily.

He returned to his task, and soon my hips were at the edge of the chair. Josh spread my legs, quickly tying one, then the other leg to the leg of the chair. 

When he was finished, I was tied to the chair with my legs spread wide, my excitement evident to anyone looking at my dripping pussy. My hands were tied above my head. Crystal and rope were my only adornments, holding my breasts tightly.

Still kneeling between my legs, Josh was running his hand gently over my leg. "Still okay, Ree?"

Breathless with desire, I nodded. 

"Just focus on me, Ree," he instructed as his hands traveled up my legs and caressed my bare thighs. As his thumbs stroked the soft skin of my bare pussy lips, my eyelids fluttered closed and my head fell back against the wall.

He stopped his touching. "Eyes on me, Ree," he commanded.

My eyes flew open and met his. I didn't want him to stop touching me.

Josh smiled, and I felt him stroking my pussy again. The touch was gentle, and I so wanted to buck my hips against his hand, but the rope prevented it. His fingers slowly made their way into my wetness, sliding over my clit, before sliding into my pussy. I moaned, letting my head fall back, but kept my eyes glued to his as he continued to finger me with one, and then two fingers. I kept my eyes to his even as he lowered his mouth to affix his lips around my clit.

As he flicked my clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth and twisting two fingers in and out of my pussy, I fought to keep my eyes open and on his. I was vaguely aware that I was on display and that people were likely watching, but my focus was on him and what feelings he was creating in my body. It didn't take long to being me to orgasm—the combination of the rope, being in a public place, and being pleasured like this, and I was screaming in ecstasy in no time.

After one last lick of my clit and gentle stroke of his fingers, he sat back from me, and studied me.

I was breathing heavily and watching him.

"I want to be inside of you," he said hoarsely to me. "May I?"

I nodded. "I want you inside of me," I replied, just as hoarsely. Within moments, he was sheathed in a condom, pulled my tied wrists from the ring on the wall and hand them around his neck, and pulled my hips forward to mount him. My breasts pressed against his chest, and I could smell my juices on his mouth as he leaned forward to kiss me as he slid his cock into me.

I gasped around his tongue, again trying to move my hips, but my tied legs kept me from having a full range of movement, so again all I could to was hold on for the ride. His hands gripped my bare hips as he buried himself into me over and over, my toes curling against the floor. I so wanted to be able to wrap my legs around him, and my legs strained against the ropes with the desire.

Suddenly, Josh stopped and lifted my hands from behind his neck, returning them to the hook on the wall, leaving only my pelvis against his. I groaned in frustration, but he just smiled and reached down with his thumb to rub against my clit as he resumed thrusting into me. My body surprised me again with a massive orgasm, causing me to scream in surprise. I was vaguely aware of his answering grunts and jerky thrusts indicating his orgasm, but the haze of pleasure didn't really allow me to fully register anything until he was untying my wrists. Josh was leaning over me, rubbing my wrists to get the blood flowing again, and I felt him kiss my temple.

"How are you, Doll?"

I smiled, almost sleepily. "I'm good." I sighed, happily. "I've always liked it when you've called me 'Doll'."

He laughed quietly as he rubbed the other wrist and turned to untying my legs from the chair. "How do the legs feel?"

I flexed my feet under his hands. "Like jelly," I answered. "Really good jelly."

Josh reached up and rested a hand against my cheek. "Thank you for trusting me." His lips met mine in a soft kiss. I nodded, because I didn't have words. But looking into his eyes, I didn't need words. He got it. 

Later, after being unwrapped from my rope couture and wrapped in a robe, I found myself sandwiched between my two guys on a couch, relaxing as Josh stroked my hair as I rested my head against his chest and Paul held my hand. And I was happy. 



Tie Me Up And Confess Your Secrets



Wife ties her husband to the bed for an unsuspecting surprise and to confess her dirty secrets.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Julie," I said to my wife giving her a kiss and a hug.

Before she said it, wished me a Happy Valentine's Day, I wanted to be first to wish her a Happy Valentine's Day. I needed to show her that I didn't forget. To prove that I didn't forget, like I did last year, boy that was a nightmare, a big bouquet of flowers greeted her when she opened her eyes.

You should have seen the surprised look on her face. It was worth the trouble I went through to put the flowers in place without her knowing they were there. She was so happy that I had bought her flowers, a gesture as inexpensive as that meant a lot to her and I felt really bad for not remembering her last year.

Only, I was busy working at the office. There had been a lot of layoffs and everyone was trying to make up for the slack by covering more than one job. It wasn't easy, but this year proved to be a better year, now that the economy was showing signs, albeit slow signs of recovering and after rehiring back some of people who were let go.

I had waited until she had gone to bed and was sleeping before I snuck in the vase of flowers and placed them on the night table beside her. I'm glad it didn't get too cold outside because I had picked them up after work and had them sitting on the floor of my car. Fortunately, they still looked okay.

This was going to be a better Valentine's Day than last year, when she didn't talk to me for a month for forgetting this special day for lovers by not buying her anything, not even a card. In hindsight, I can see now that I had been insensitive. Sometimes, when I get too wrapped up in my job and in work, I'm such a thoughtless dope.

I was lucky I didn't lose her over that. She's sensitive and insecure in that regard. She was so hurt and mad at me that I had forgotten Valentine's Day. It wasn't so much the gift, as it was the thought and I proved that I hadn't been thinking about her. 

It didn't matter that I went out and bought her flowers, chocolates, and a Valentine's Day card the next day, at half price, I might add. She was still pissed and she didn't forgive me until I went out and surprised her with a diamond tennis bracelet for her birthday a month later. Boy, that was worth the month's salary. You should have seen the surprised look on her face.

Look at her, just look at her, even when she's sleeping isn't she gorgeous? She's so beautiful. She's amazing. She looks like an Angel. She is my Angel. I truly love her and there's nothing, nothing, that she could ever do that would make me not love her.

I don't know what it is about blondes, real blondes, but Julie does it for me with her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, perfect, model like body, and peaches and cream skin. There's nothing bad that I can say about her. Proportionate to her body, I love her long, shapely legs and her natural breasts are just big enough without looking phony. She's a beautiful woman and she's mine, all mine.

If there's one thing that I know about my Julie it's that she's faithful to a fault. A virgin when I met her, I'm the only man she's ever been with and with that comes a huge responsibility. Being her first sexual partner, I have to be everything for her, her friend, her lover, her husband, her teacher, her confidant, her protector, and her stud. That's okay, though, with someone who looks as good as she does on my arm and in my bed, I'm proud to be her man, her only man. It gives me a sense of self-satisfaction to know that no one else has had the pleasure of her body.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Tom," said my wife to me and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me, as if it was our first kiss all over again.

"Wow! It's only seven o'clock in the morning, what's with all the passion?"

"It's Valentine's Day silly and I have a special surprise for you."

I wondered if she bought me the watch I had been looking at with her in the jewelry store window. I wondered if she bought me a new set of golf clubs that I had been hinting about. Maybe she has plans for a long, romantic weekend somewhere. I couldn't imagine what her surprise could be. I was excited, really excited to find out what it was.

Then, she looked and saw the flowers. She made me wish I had my camera poised to take her picture because she was so surprised, shocked really, that I hadn't forgotten another Valentine's Day. Her reaction made me feel bad that I had disappointed her last year.

"Ooh, you bought me flowers. They're so beautiful. Thank you, honey," she said giving me another kiss and a hug.

When she hugged me like that, I could feel her boobs pressing against my chest and I couldn't help myself from reaching down to cup her sweet, shapely ass. Julie has a perfect ass. If Michelangelo lived today and needed a woman to model her ass for him to paint or to sculpt, he'd pick Julie. The likeness of her ass would forever be housed in a museum.

Woe, wait one minute. This is too good to keep to myself. This compliment is way better than any Hallmark sentiment I ever read. I need to tell her and score some points big time with this compliment.

"Julie," I said, "If Michelangelo was still alive today--"

"Still alive? Eww, he'd be like a hundred years old."

There's a reason why so many comedians make blonde jokes, but you have to love dumb blondes. They are so much fun, especially when they look as good as she does.

"Actually, honey, if Michelangelo was alive today, he'd be older than 500 years old. Anyway, if Michelangelo was alive today and he needed an ass model," I said tracing the roundness of her ass with my hand before giving a little squeeze and a pat. "He'd pick your ass to paint or to sculpt," I said giving her a smile and a kiss. "Your ass would forever be locked in a museum with armed guards and an alarm. They'd charge people money to see your ass."

"Eww, that's so creepy, Tom, I don't think I'd want a bunch of people staring at my naked ass, but thank you anyway. Besides, I wouldn't want to be locked away in a museum."

Gees, what was I thinking? The compliment was better in my head and not so good when I verbalized it to her. I'll know better the next time.

"Never mind," I said. "This is for you," I said handing her a card.

"Ooo, this is a surprise," she said giving me a snide little smile. "You bought me a card this year and on Valentine's Day. Wow, how did I rate this?"

She laughed. She was so much prettier when she was smiling and laughing. I loved her laugh. It was so very sexy.

"Very funny and I'm sorry about forgetting Valentine's Day last year."

She opened the card and a Victoria's Secrets gift card fell in her lap.

"Thank you, Tommy," she said.

"Honestly, after forgetting to buy you anything last year, I didn't know what to buy you this year. Short of Jewelry, I figured a Victoria's Secrets gift card was the next best thing."

"Just so you know, you can never go wrong buying a girl jewelry," she said putting her hand on her hip and giving me a kiss. "You need not forget that diamonds are a girl's best friend."

"Yeah, sure, I'll keep that in mind," I said forgetting it as soon as I said it.

Hey, I bought her a diamond tennis bracelet last year. I'm not a millionaire. I can't shower her with diamonds every year. Maybe I'll give her diamonds on our 25th anniversary, twenty years from now, I said to myself with a laugh.

"So, anyway, I wanted to buy you something sexy, but I didn't know what to buy you. I figured, this way, with the gift card, you could pick out whatever you wanted. If you left it up to me to buy you something sexy, I'd buy you a selection of thongs, bras that are too small, and corsets and bustiers," I said with a laugh.

"How much is it for?"

"It says it right there, doesn't it? Two hundred and fifty dollars. That should be enough to buy you something sexy. Right?"

"Barely," she said. "I'll shop the sale counter to see if I can buy something marked down," she said with a sigh and a shrug.

You're kidding? How much does woman's lingerie cost? What a racket? I buy 3 pair of BVD's for $5.99 at Wal-Mart. Give me a break.

"And I have a Valentine's Day surprise for you, too," she said stripping off her nightgown. 

"Oh, baby, that's some surprise. I like this surprise," I said immediately fondling her tits.

Forget about the watch, the golf clubs, and the weekend romantic trip, Tommy boy is having sex, hot sex, on this Valentine's Day. It had been a long dry spell after I forget her last year.

"That's not all," she said pulling down and pulling off my boxer shorts.

"Now, we're talking," I said fully expecting she was going to give me my favorite gift, a gift from the heart, a gift that is always appropriate, whatever the occasion, and a gift that never goes out of style and one that is always the perfect fit, a blowjob.

Then, she opened the nightstand drawer and took out four scarves. She kneeled on the bed in between my legs and took my arm and tied my wrist to the bedpost. 

What's this? This is a new wrinkle. She's never tied me to the bed before. I mean, I've always wanted to tie her to the bed, but with her being a virgin when we first met, I didn't want her to scare her. I didn't want her to think that I was some sort of pervert or serial murderer. Wow, with this being her idea, this opens up a whole new dimension of sexual activity for us to explore. Oh, baby, let the games begin.

"Kinky," I said. "What's this? Since when are you into bondage? Do I get to tie you up, next?"

Then, she tied my other wrist to the other bed post. Before she grabbed my ankle she gave my cock a stroke, a kiss, and a long suck.

"That's just a little demonstration of what is to come," she said flashing me her sexy smile.

Now, she tied one ankle to the bed post and then the other. Looking much like a pinwheel, to be honest, I didn't particularly enjoy being tied to the bed. It made me feel helpless, claustrophobic, somehow, but not wanting to ruin her Valentine's Day surprise and her good time, I went along with it. I was already beginning to get an erection in anticipation of what was to happen next.

Only, what happened next was nothing like I had expected. Suddenly, she looked so sad. Then, she started crying.

"Julie, what's the matter? What's wrong?"

"I didn't tie you up for sex," she said. "I mean, I'll gladly give you sex, if you still want me after I tell you what I need to tell you. I need to clear the air and get some things off my chest."

What things? There's nothing she can say to me that would make me not want her and not love her. She's my baby, my precious, pretty baby. It's probably something stupid, something she's fretted about and has blown all out of proportion. It wouldn't surprise me if she broke a fingernail, poor baby. I looked down at her manicured nails and they were all there and in perfect condition. Nope, that's not it.

"What? Tell me. There's nothing so bad that we can't talk about it. You can talk to me about anything, baby, anything."

"Which is why, knowing the temper you have, I needed to tie you to the bed."

Tie me to the bed? My temper? What temper? I don't have a temper. I'm totally calm, only I really hate being fucking restrained like this. Shit! Fuck! Untie me, I wanted to scream, but controlled myself from acting like a maniac.

Suddenly, a dozen things went through my mind. Did she crash the car? My new Mustang? I waited twelve, long weeks after ordering that car to get it. Now, I'll have to be without it, while it's being repaired in the body shop. Only, she doesn't know how to drive a standard. I bet that's it. Fuck. She crashed my new car. Maybe, she only bumped it a little with her car. Shit, maybe she dropped something on it from the shelf in the garage.

Did she forget to pay the utilities again? God damn, it. She's going to ruin my credit. One friggin' check pays the cable, phone, and internet and the only other check she needs to write is for the electricity. I pay everything else, the mortgage, the cars, the heat, everything. No, that's not it, the light is on, we still have power and the television is working. I watched the news already this morning.

Did she buy more shoes? Maybe she maxed out her charge card and is afraid to tell me, which is why she couldn't afford to buy me the watch or the golf clubs. God, the woman has a closet full of shoes. She doesn't wear half the shoes she has now. She has shoes she's never worn even, shoes that are still in boxes. I need to have her pay her own credit cards, that will teach her. We'll be talking about this later, that's for sure.

Is her mother coming for a visit? Oh, God help me, if she is. That woman is such an insufferable bitch. She hates men, all men, especially me. Maybe I can arrange a trip to the Super Bowl just not to be here, while she's here. I'll have to check my calendar. Maybe I can take a business trip somewhere, anywhere.

Is she pregnant? That's not so bad. That's a good thing. Maybe it will be a boy. We can go to games and watch football together. I always wanted a son. I can name him Tom, Tommy Junior, if he's a boy. Shit, what if it's a girl, a blonde girl, who looks as beautiful as her mother. I'll be fighting the boys off her with a stick.

Did she get fired? She only works part-time for pocket money, not even ten hours a week. Did someone at work sexually harass her again? I'll kill the bastard. It is a good thing that I'm tied to the bed. No one, but no one touches my Julie. Son of a bitch, dirty bastard, I can't believe someone dared sexually harass my poor, sweet, innocent Julie.

What? What could it possibly be? Now I was worried. I was in a panic. Fearing what was to come next, I was sweating.

Suddenly, I don't know why, but I imagined her having a hot lesbian affair with our hot next door neighbor, the one who's always lying out there topless by the pool. Wow. Now, if that's what she has to tell me, then I'm more than willing to not only listen but also to forgive her, so long as I can watch the two of them together.

Oh, baby, I can just imagine Julie being with another woman. That would be so hot. Maybe we could have a threesome. Oh, boy. That would be really hot. That's one way to spice up a Valentine's Day.

"Julie, whatever it is, just spit it out and tell me. I promise that I won't get mad, I won't get upset and I--"

"I had an affair."

"What? You had an affair?"

She shook her head yes to reinforce her affirmation. What was cute behavior before was annoying now. I wish she wasn't such an air head.

"I had an affair," she said again, as if I didn't hear her the first time.

Then, I thought, maybe it was with the woman next door. I knew it. Oh, my God. Julie is bi-sexual. Oh, baby, swinging lifestyle here I come. I can't wait to get my hands on my next door neighbor's boobs. She has great tits and a sweet ass. I wouldn't mind fucking her, while she sucked my cock and then watched her and Julie getting in on together.

I pulled at my ties wishing I were free to hug her. I so wanted to console her to tell her that it was okay that she was bi-sexual and had a lesbian affair.

"An affair? It's okay, Julie. Don't fret. Just tell me all about it and don't leave out any details," while your stroking my cock, I wanted to say, but didn't.

She's so innocent and I didn't want her to know what guys are really like and, specifically, what I'm really like.

"You're such a pig, Tom. You probably think I had an affair with Susan, our next door neighbor."

"Certainly not, Julie. How could you even think that about me?" 

Shit! Fuck! I was hoping she had a bi-sexual lesbian affair. If not Susan, then who? Now, I was really starting to worry.

"Because I know you, which is why I tied you to the bed."

"Who then? With whom did you have an affair, sweetie?"

"You're best friend."

"My best friend? Are you fucking kidding me? Which best friend?"

"Michael."

"Michael? You had sex with Mike? I'll kill him," I said pulling at my ties.

"See how you act? Which is why I tied you to the bed."

"Why Julie? Why? Why did you cheat on me with of all people, Michael?"

"I don't know, it just happened."

"Just happened? Just happened my ass. An affair doesn't just happen. Trust me, I know. Did he take advantage of you? Did he get you drunk, drug you, give you a roofie? Untie me," I said pulling at my ties.

"No way," she said. "I'm afraid of what you'll do."

"I promise I won't do anything to you, just to Mike. Now untie me so that I can get my gun and fucking kill him," I said pulling violently at my ties.

"I'm not untying you, Tommy, until you calm down. What if I suck your cock a little," she said taking my cock in her hand and fondling the head of it with her manicured fingers. "What if I give you a blowjob to calm you down before I fuck you later."

"That would work," I said, not one to pass up a blowjob, until, that is, I thought of her with Michael. "Is that what you did to Mike? Did you suck his cock, too?"

"Yes."

Oh, my God. Suddenly, the image of my sweet, innocent wife, with horny Mike's hairy cock in her mouth took control of my mind and my rage.

"How many times?"

"Just once."

Knowing the horn ball that Mike is, I knew once he got his hands on my wife's mouth, he'd never let her go.

"Once, Julie? You have me tied to the bed because you only sucked Mike's cock the one time? C'mon. Be serious. I wasn't born--"

"A couple of times," she said without making eye contact with me. 

I knew she still wasn't being honest with me. I can always tell when she's lying. She always makes eye contact with me, when telling me the truth. Yet, whenever she avoids eye contact is when she's lying and she's lying now about only sucking his cock a couple of times.

"Tell me the truth, Julie. I promise I won't be mad. I just need to know, so that I'll know how many bullets I'll need to shoot Michael with."

"Tommy, stop. You're scaring me. You make me afraid to tell you anything. A few times is all that I blew him. Really," she said, still not making eye contact again.

"Julie, if you're going have a confession and then lie about--"

"Dozens of times, maybe even a hundred. Okay? I don't know. I blew him a hundred times, at least, maybe more. Are you happy now?"

"Gees, are you fucking kidding me? Certainly, happy isn't the word that I'd use if you've sucked Mike's cock a hundred times. You gave him a hundred blowjobs, maybe even more than that?"

I was crushed. How could she do that? She was a virgin when I met her. My cock was the first cock she ever sucked, she told me and I believed her. I had no reason not to believe her. I trusted her. Now, it's over. She's a slut. My wife is a whore, a cum slut, and a cock sucker.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry? Oh, my God. I can't believe it. Sorry, just doesn't cut it, Julie." I looked at her trying to read her. 

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Did you swallow?"

"Yes."

"Do you love him."

"No," she said making solid eye contact. 

Her eyes told me that she didn't love him. Thank God for at least that much. That could have been a mess, a real disaster. We just bought this house. I just bought her a new Miata.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes, I do. I do love you. I love you, Tommy," she said reaching out and fondling my cock.

"Then, why Julie? Why? I don't understand."

"I don't know, it just happened the first time. He came over early waiting for you to come home from work and we were talking, teasing, joking, and having a good time with the sexual innuendoes. Then, after a couple of drinks, one thing led to another. It was the day that you didn't show up. You didn't even call me, until later and when I tried to call you, I just got your voicemail. God only knows what you were doing is what I was thinking."




Tie Me Up And Confess Your Secrets



"Don't be blaming you sucking Mike's cock more than a hundred times on me having to work late and not having the chance to call you. My job has given you the lifestyle you so enjoy, Julie. You don't even have to work, except for that little part-time job you have at the gift shop downtown," I said giving her a hard look, while making eye contact. "I never cheated on you, Julie."

Then, I thought about the stripper, my secretary, and that woman in New York when I was there on business, oh, and those twins at the convention in LA. Wow, that was a fun time. Yet, it's really not considered cheating, unless she finds out about it.

"You told me that you went out with some people from work. You finally came home drunk after midnight. Michael stayed with me. I may have been a little drunk. You know me with alcohol. After one drink I'm tipsy and I had three while waiting for you to come home."

"Then, what happened?"

"We were sitting together on the couch watching television, an X rated adult movie. Then, before I know it, he was kissing me and we were making out. He started feeling my tits through my blouse and I was feeling his cock through his pants. When he reached up my skirt and started fingering me through my panties, tracing my slit with his fingertips, before sticking his hand down my panties, I was so hot and horny for him that I blew him. Between him touching me like that and the alcohol, I couldn't wait to suck his cock."

"Did you fuck?"

"No, we never made love. I only gave him blowjobs," she said making eye contact and I believed her, that sounded like Michael only out for himself.

"And what about all those other times?"

"Well, once I got by the first time, it was easier the second time and no big deal all those other times. It was just a blowjob. It wasn't like we were really having sex."

"So, if Susan, our next door neighbor blew me, that wouldn't be sex."

"She'd never blow you."

"Why not?"

"You're not her type."

"What's wrong with me that I'm not her type. I'm not a bad looking--"

"She's lesbian."

"She is?"

"Yeah."

"How do you know?"

"Let's not go there right now, okay? I really don't want to talk about it," she said breaking eye contact. "Let's just talk about Mike. Okay?"

"Wait, Julie, did you have sex with Susan?"

"Just the one time. It was hot. I was drunk. We went skinny dipping and one thing led to another and--"

"Are you kidding me? What are you deranged? Are you a sex addict? First Michael and now a lesbian affair with our next door neighbor, Susan? What else have you done, while I'm at work?"

"Nothing, nothing else happened. It was only Mike and Susan that I had an extramarital affair."

"I can't believe it, Julie. Having sex with Susan is one thing. Sex between two women is really not even considered sex."

"What? Her licking my pussy and me licking her pussy is not considered sex? Then, what is it considered, Tommy?"

"Entertainment."

"You're fucked up. Did you know that? You're really fucked up, Tommy. What I had with Susan was beautiful sex. She gave me an orgasm, something that you haven't give me in a while," she said shooting me down with a stare, "and something that Michael never gave me."

"I'm hurt, Julie. I don't care about Susan," I said hoping that I could watch them together one day. "I'd rather you have blown a stranger than having given Mike--"

"I did."

"You did what?"

"I blew a stranger."

"What do you mean you blew a stranger?"

"A guy came to the door selling magazines, I invited him in and one thing led to another and I blew him. I sucked his cock."

"Julie, what the fuck? Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know why I did it, but I did. It was a wicked thing to do and maybe had I not blown Mike a few dozen times by then I never would have done that, but I did."

"Fuck! Untie me," I said pulling at my ties. "So that I can call my lawyer and get a fucking divorce. Some Valentine's Day this turned out to be. I hate Valentine's Day. It's over fucking rated, an understatement. If Cupid was here, I'd ask him to shoot me in the head with an arrow instead of in the ass."

"Duh! Cupid doesn't shoot you in the ass, he shoots you in the heart."

"Duh, yourself blondie, there's no such person as Cupid."

"Don't be such a jerk, Tommy, next you'll be telling me there's no Easter Bunny and there's no Santa Claus."

"Never mind. I give up. Just tell me about the stranger you sucked off."

"No," she said. "Not until you promise you won't be mad."

"I promise I won't be mad. Now, untie me."

"I don't believe you. Your face is all red and that vein is sticking out of your forehead in the way it was when that guy hit your car by accident."

"The veining sticking out is not from being mad. It's from feeling like I'm about to have a heart attack. Besides, the man hit my brand new GT500, while texting." I took a breath and tried to relax. "Just tell me what happened."

"There's not much to tell. He was just some guy who came to the door selling magazines, a young guy, a college student. He had the new Playgirl magazine and I started getting horny when I was looking through it. I offered him a drink, some wine. When I looked over at him, he had this huge erection and I couldn't stop staring at it. Then, one thing led to another, he kissed me and I kissed him back, while rubbing his cock through his jeans and then I blew him."

"What happened to you, Julie? You were a virgin when I met you. You told me that I was the only man you had been intimate with when I asked you to marry me and--"

"A virgin? I never told you that. You imagined that. I wasn't a virgin, Tommy."

"You weren't? But you said you were."

"For Christ sakes, Tommy, I was a cheerleader on the college football team. I had a lot of team spirit back then and attended a lot of frat parties. Except for the coaches and the water boy, I practically had sex with the whole team."

"Untie me."

I tried to look calm and not look so angry by willing the vein that pops out of my head back inside. 

"Okay, I'll untie you, Tommy, but promise to be nice."

"I promise."

Julie untied me and as soon as she did, I pushed her back on the bed.

"Stop, Tommy. What are you doing? You're hurting me. You promised to be nice."

"I lied. Now, it's my turn," I said grabbing the ties.

I tied her wrist to one bedpost and her other wrist to the other. Then, I tied each of her ankles. I grabbed my camera and took photos of her naked and tied to the bed.

"Tommy, untie me. Please don't take photos of me like this. I'm so exposed. What are you going to do with those?"

"These will make great Christmas cards next year, don't you think? You're mother will be so proud of you. Or I can just post them on the Internet to My Naked Wife. Or I can just call all my friends over for them to have their way with you, a gangbang. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Or I can just blackmail you with these photos and make you do whatever I want whenever I want it done."

"If I have a choice, I'd rather you do the latter than any of the former," she said being submissive.

"Maybe I should just give you a spanking."

"I deserve being spanked. I've been a bad girl but, wait, don't you dare. Tommy!"

Just the way she said it pissed me off. She knew I wouldn't spank her, but she was wrong. I was so pissed that I pushed her off to the side and whacked her ass with my hand as hard as I could, until her ass was raw red and until she was crying.

"Now, you can start making amends by being my sex slave. Suck my cock," I said walking closer to the bed and positioning my cock by her mouth. 

Julie gave me the best blowjob I ever had. I guess practicing on Michael more than one hundred times has made her a better cock sucker. Wait until I see that dirty bastard.

Between Julie being more promiscuous and admitting to being bi-sexual, maybe this Valentine's Day won't be so bad after all.



Tie Me Up and Eat Me



When I was a young girl, the age where sex was a mystery and fantasy took over my mind, I would lie in bed at night and imagine what sex would be like. In my world, I imagined things differently. Instead of traditional sex, something I read in my mothers forbidden books, or things I would see in the brothers porn magazine, I would imagine me being helpless, taken by a stranger. One of my most visited fantasies included being kidnapped by a Doctor with a sex crave, or a handsome stranger. I would be tied up, gagged and deflowered. Perhaps my fantasies or ideas of sex were abnormal and weird, but they were mine. 

I dated a few guys through high school and my first year of college. They were the average jock, into themselves and what they candidly called, "busting a nut." I never felt comfortable enough to discuss my fantasies with them, for one, they were not usual, for two, what guy would think it was fun? 

It was my second year in college, the year of my discovery. I was in the old library doing research for a microbiology project that was due. I was bored reading about disease causing organisms, and typed into the search engine on the computer, "Bondage and rape." It brought up a bunch of pornographic pages so I refined my search to "BDSM." It was there that I leaned what a sex slave was, safe words, bondage tape, ball gag, all of that was. It was intriguing to me. I found an online community in the Pittsburgh area where people with like minds come to meet. I figured it would be harmless to put up a profile of me, so when I got to my dorm, a more private area, I filled out a profile and posted a picture of me. 

I was amazed with how many emails I got and replies to my profile. It was a little alarming how some of these people would go out of their way, out of state, to meet a total stranger to have some odd sexual fantasy fulfilled. I had females, couples, men that wanted to be dominated and men wanting to dominate. I was more interested in the men wanting to dominate, that's why I focused my emails on Cutter. That was his handle on the website. Our emails began as simple, informal and really not too informative but within a month, our emails became a daily thing, then we began to chat on AOL. I looked forward to the chats and I discovered parts about me that I did not know I had. For instance, I had a knack for writing erotic chats and got aroused by it. I was very flirtatious; it was amazing how chatting to someone on a computer can bring out the most hidden treasures of one's persona. 

Cutter educated me on his domination techniques, and was able to convey to me he was gentle by nature but commanding enough to 'get the job done.' He made me want to try it; he made it sound like fun. I often got aroused thinking of how he could take me, dominate me, make me beg for his touch.

After several months of daily chat, we both wanted to meet in person. He lived just outside of Pittsburgh and was familiar with the city. I was not so familiar; I was just going to college there. I contemplated the gathering for a long time. I was telling none of my friends about my interaction with Cutter. I knew they would think I was a nut case and endangering myself. I knew that if I told any of them, even the closest of them, they would no longer view me the way they did. 

My own concerns were there as well. What if he turned out to be a psycho killer? I saw shows like, "America's most wanted," and "Cops," and "Unsolved Mysteries." I knew what the dangers were, but that sort of added to the excitement of it all. I had no expectations from this meeting, in fact, was under the impression it was just going to see each other, nothing sexual.

We decided to meet in a public club; LaGa, a gothic, industrial, fetish club in the heart of Pittsburgh. There was this fun store called Pulse that I went into during my break between classes. It had interesting fetish type clothing from pleather, vinyl, leather, and silk with fish net. I wanted to look innocent so I eyed this gothic dress that had a very low V neck and a thick leather band or faux belt around the waist. It was black, and 'cool.' 

It was Saturday night, July 10th, the day before my birthday, when we set our date. I was nervous all day, worried that he won't like how I look as we have never seen one another or heard each other's voices. I was worried that my not so waif figure would turn him off and he would never call me back. I was worried like a teenager. I ate nothing the entire day. Amanda, my college friend, called me to see what I was up to, she and a bunch of the other girls were going out dancing, and I told her I had to study. She would think nothing of it; I often turned them down to study.

I funked my dark hair into a sassy style, put on the only make up I wore, mascara and spritzed my body with my favorite scented musk. I approved my self in the mirror and looked at the clock. I had less than ten minutes to run around the block to meet Cutter, outside of the club. 

I believe I arrived two minutes before 8. I didn't know what Cutter looked like, he told me he would be wearing black. Well in this club and city, everyone wore black. I scanned the clusters of people in front of the club, searched up and down the side walk and saw no one that resembled his description. 

I stood there, looking like a lost tourist for about five minutes when hands covered my eyes. 

"I've been watching you," said a soft masculine voice. 

"Did you like what you see," I nervously replied, hoping this was cutter and not some whack job. 

"Indeed," he replied. He then let go of my eyes and turned me around to face him. 

He was about 5 foot seven or so, brown hair, glasses, and a slender build. He was older than I that made him even more appealing. He wore black leather pants and a black t-shirt. It was nice to look at on him, the leather pants. Shows certain bulges that jeans just don't reveal.

He looked me up and down and raised a brow before saying, "Wow, you look fabulous."

He seemed pleased and his eyes kept returning to my full D cup breasts. 

"My real name is Tim by the way, you look beautiful," he extended his hand to me.

"Tina," I said as I felt my face blush and shook his hand.

Granted we were strangers to one another, but we talked of intimate things which made us also familiar with one another. I knew things about him that others do not know, as well as him knowing my deep fantasies of being spanked, raped, and taken. We knew of each other's expectations and that was important for us to establish before we met, building up a certain level of trust. 

"Shall we," he asked. I nodded and followed his lead into the club. 

The dance floor was moderately full of dancers, tables were clustered with casual socialites and drinkers and there were curtained rooms behind the bar area that seemed to be quite popular. Cutter and I sipped at our drinks and chatted about basic every day life things, my attention kept moving to the curtained rooms.

"What do you think is back there," I asked him. 

He grinned at my naivety and said, "I know what's back there, and you do too," he sipped on his drink, keeping his eyes on mine. 

"Oh," I grinned and smiled, feeling a little foolish. "I figured there would be doors up rather than curtains," I added.

"There are doors," he said 

reassuringly. "Do you want to go back there?"

His directness was surprising. For some reason, I assumed he would be more prone to feel me out before asking me to go back there. I liked his attitude, much to my surprise.

I looked back at the curtained rooms and watched a few people going in, coming out, some women were wearing next to nothing but leather straps around their breasts and groin, toting their love slaves on a short chain leash. Others wore masks made of leather with zipper mouths and choke collars, clutching flogging paddles and whips in their hands. My heart leapt in my chest briefly, adrenaline was telling me yes but the shy side of me was saying wait.

"Have a few more drinks sweetie," Tim said as he touched my hand, "Then we can discuss the 'back rooms'," his eyes grew large as though he was speaking of a scary monster. 

"So chatting with you is wonderful," he began saying. "You have no idea just how aroused I get just talking to you. We don't even have to be talking about sex and I am aroused. Hell, I've never seen your face and just knowing you through the emails and chats, I want you," He was still holding my hand and at this point, he moved it from the table to his groin. I felt the hardness of his arousal pressing through the already constricting confines of his leather pants. 

I smiled, blushed and said nothing. I looked into his eyes and gripped at his cock. I felt this dull ache in my own loins, an ache that was only going to get stronger. At that moment, he said, "It is time."

He stood up and directed me to do the same. He then, still clutching my wrist, lead me to the bar where he leaned into talk to the man clad in a leather mask who seemed to be guarding the curtained areas. The music was pulsing some gothic music and my heart was pounding in my ears yet, I was not going to fight it. I admit to being scared, but I was also quite aroused. 

Tim handed the large stalky man a card and the man nodded, patted him on the shoulder and handed him a key.

"Let's go sweetie," Tim said as he walked past the big man and headed to the red curtained room. He pushed the curtain aside and behind it was a door. He unlocked the door and walked in, dragging me behind. It looked like a locker room. There was a metal bench in the middle of the narrow room, with five lockers, each numbered. Tim ordered me to sit on the bench as he fumbled for another key, a locker key. He opened up locker number 113 and pulled out a large duffle bag. He made a thump noise as he put it on the floor. He then pulled out a bodice that tied up in the front but allowed the breasts to hang free. A pair of black leather panties with no crotch followed and a black blind fold. 

"Here," he said as he tossed them to me. "Put them on."

Now I knew why he asked for my sizes, I had forgotten he had.

He grabbed his bag and went into another room, there were two other doors. I sat there for a moment and looked around. It was amazing how quiet it was in here considering the dance floor was just out side of the room. I quickly undressed and slipped into the bodice. It was a bit tight, but that was the point. I put the crotch less panties on once I figured out which part was the front and which was the back. I giggled at myself for not knowing. Just as I pulled them up, he came out. He had just his leather pants on; his arousal was still quite obvious. 

"You coming?"

I nodded and walked over to him. I felt embarrassed at first as I was always self conscious about my naked body. I felt my breasts hung too low, or were oddly shaped. He looked at me, then my breasts and said "God you are sexy. Now come," and he grabbed my hand and led me through the door.

The room looked like a dungeon. The walls were stone like, and there were chain cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a raised platform to meet them. There was a type of spread eagle board that appeared to be adjustable. A person could lie down or be upright. There was a table set up with a bunch of metal devices, colorful vibrators, and other things I couldn't see. The room was lit with candles, some in chandeliers and others on tables and wall mounts. 

"Holy shit," I said.

Tim turned and stood before me, his face was stern. "You do not speak unless told to do so."

I wanted to grin but knew not to. I was not used to this, and was afraid I would fail at it. I was nervous and admit tingly was second guessing my decision to be here. I didn't feel that I was ready for this.

"Where is the blind fold," he asked sternly.

"Uh- I "

"Get it now."

I went back into the locker room and fetched the scarf like blind fold. I returned and handed it to him. His stare was firm, his lips were pursed shut and he quickly took the scarf from me and ordered me to turn around. I obeyed, heart pounding and knees shaking, I obeyed.

He tied it tightly around my eyes, I could see nothing, and felt comfortable and less self conscious about my naked breasts and not so perfect figure. 

He grabbed my arm and led me about ten steps to my left, where the suspended cuffs were. He told me to step up with my right, then with my left and stand still. I felt the cold metal wrap around my right wrist, click shut tightly, and then the same to my left.

"Spread your legs," he said as his hand pushed my thighs apart. I moved my right foot out, then left and felt leather straps get secured around my ankles. I felt very vulnerable and that aroused me. I felt as I imagined I would during my self pleasing fantasies that kept me company on my lonely teen age nights. I was his for the taking and ready. 

I felt something soft around my nose, warm on my face. Perhaps his face was right in front of mine. I didn't move; I remained statuesque. I felt a soft touch on my lips, his lips were on mine kissing me so softly, I barely felt their touch. His lips moved from mine, to my chin where he touched my chin with his tongue before kissing it, then to the left side of my neck. He sucked gently on my neck, his hot breath formed gooseflesh on my arms. His lips moved to the front of my neck then to my right. He nibbled on the right side before moving his lips back to mine. He kissed me firmly, parting my lips with his tongue before darting his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my lips and kissing me deeply. I heard a soft moan escape my throat, which caused him to stop.

I heard him step down from the platform and walk a few steps away, 4 to be exact. I heard clanking and rustling of things before he took four steps back to me. His hands cupped my breasts, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked my nipple forcefully into his mouth. It hurt but felt wonderful at the same time. He sucked and nibbled on my large pink nipple and then he moved to the other breast, doing the same. When he was done suckling them, I felt something cold and metal clamp down on the left nipple, then on the right. It hurt at first, sending a stinging pain deep into my breasts. Shortly after, they began to feel cold and numb. 

Tim pressed his body against mine, his bare chest was touching mine, his leather clad erection pressed into my abdomen, then moved down and under my moist pussy. I felt him grind his leather clad cock into my wet pussy, rubbing and dry humping me, making me even more wet. As I groaned softly, he pulled on my clamped nipples making me screech.

He pulled away and it sounded like he was moving around. The touch of his tongue on my moist pussy lips surprised me but was welcome. His tongue danced around my shaven lips and then pushed and prodded at my hardened clit. As he flicked my clit with his firm tongue, my right leg jerked a little. He dipped his tongue into my pussy and then he sucked on my lips, nibbling them and sucking. Standing was difficult so I relaxed my legs, finding that the suspended cuffs supported me just as well. Tim forced a finger into my pussy as his tongue teased and prodded at my clit. I tilted my head back, my arms were beginning to ache from hanging, but the pleasure below was well worth the ache. 

I felt the knotting ache of my climax well in my lower abdomen as he finger fucked me and tongue lashed my clit. Tim moved his fingers in a quick and hard fashion, bringing me closer to release. He could tell I was close, I am not sure how he knew but he stopped. The wave of my climax was ready to crash, and he stopped, making it subside to a dull ache deep in my loins.

"Not yet," he whispered into my ear as he un-cuffed my right hand, then my left. The pain moved quickly from my elbows to my shoulders, then subsided as I wiggled them a little. 

Tim grabbed my arm and led me down from the platform and over to my right about ten steps. He instructed me to step up and turn around until I felt something at the back of my thighs. He then instructed me to sit; then he eased me to lie down. I was on the spread eagle table. He secured my ankles first, then my wrists. 

He tightened the clamps on my nipples, introducing a new pain to them. The pain was hot and searing, and did not abate like before. 

"Ouch," I said sharply.

Tim put his hand over my mouth and told me not to speak. He then whipped me, with what sounded and felt like a whip, right across the chest. 

"You will get more if you speak so don't. Be a good girl."

I felt a cold object between my legs. It touched my pussy lips before forcing through them and deep into my pussy. It hurt at first, it felt large but after a few strokes, it felt marvelous. Tim moved it in and out in a slow rhythmic pattern. He did so for just a few short moments, I did my best to hide my satisfaction.

"Do you like that," he asked.

I nodded. He shoved it in hard and repeated his question.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes?"

"Yes master," I said near climax.

He stopped, leaving me with the familiar dull ache. The table wiggled as I felt him climb on. I heard him unzip something, his pants maybe. I heard skin touching skin, maybe he was stroking his cock. I then felt it at my lips, something warm.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," he ordered.

Tim straddled my chest and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up and forward. I stuck my tongue out, he wiggled his cock against my tongue before telling me to put my tongue back in but keep my mouth open. He pulled on my bangs, giving me a new pain to focus on; the pain on my nipples was finally dulling. He moved his cock slowly into my mouth. It seemed rather large; it filled my mouth and touched my throat easily. I felt myself want to gag but was able to hold back the urge. He moved his cock slowly in and out of my mouth; I cushioned my teeth with my lips so they didn't scrape him. He groaned softly as he continued to fuck my mouth gently. He pushed his cock as deep as he could into my throat, through stifled gags, I took him in. He moved more forcefully and quickly in and out of my mouth and throat, he groaned louder and then stopped. 

"How do you want me," he asked. 

Before I could answer, I felt his mouth on my pussy again. He sucked on my lips, and fingered my pussy.

"I want you," I said. 

"What," he asked as he shoved three fingers deep into my pussy and pressed on my clit with his tongue. 

"Oh god," I said as I felt that ache come back and the climactic wave close in.

"No," he barked as he forced another finger into my pussy and pulled on my clamped nipple. 

"I want you," I said as I nearly came. 

He stopped, just before I could release the ache that has been inside of me since we began. Each time it became stronger, more apparent. He tugged on both nipples, sending pain from my breasts to my back.

"How do you want me," he said again.

"I want you to fuck me," I said. "I want you inside of me, fucking me."

"Very well," he said. The table lowered, and he pushed my legs farther apart. I felt him rub what I thought to be his cock, around my pussy lips, teasing them as his thumb rubbed my clit. He stuck the object in just half an inch, and then pulled out. His thumb continued to massage my clit in a circular and firm motion. He then shoved it in me all of the way and held it in there, not moving. It was his cock, was warm and softer than a vibrator or dildo, but firm. He filled me, and held himself there as he pulled on my clamped nipples. He then moved in and out slowly, as though savoring each thrust. His thumb continued to manipulate my clit as he moved in and out at a faster pace. 

He began thrusting harder inside of me, and faster. I felt myself on the verge of release when he gave my nipple clamps a good firm tug. The sensations of his cock inside of me and the pain sent me over the edge as I released in a spasmodic pulse onto his cock. I felt my body grow rigid as I came and he stopped moving.




Tie Me Up and Eat Me



"Good girl, let it go, let it all go," he said as I continued to come on his cock. I never had an orgasm like it, my legs quivered and my body convulsed. I thought I was done but as he moved inside of me again and pulled on the clamped nipples, I came again, this time it was harder. 

"Oh my Gawwwd," I screamed in ecstasy.

"Jesus," Tim said as he pulled out. I felt fluid rush out of me with each wave of the orgasm; I heard it hit the floor. 

When the wave subsided, Tim entered me again. He forcefully thrust into me, pulling on my nipple clamps and thrusting himself to his own near climax. He pulled out and lowered the table even more, walked up to my head and took my blind fold off. He gripped his cock firmly and gave it a few hard strokes before telling me to open my mouth. He shoved it into my mouth and fucked my face some more. 

"Oh yeah," he groaned as he pumped his cock into my mouth. He then pulled out, gripped his cock and pulled my hair, lifting my head off the table. With a few strokes of his cock, he shot his cum on my face. 

"Goddamn," he said as he jerked his warm seed all over my face. It hit me like warm thick syrup.

When all was said and done, we were quite pleased with each other. I knew there would be more of this in our future.



Tie Me Up and Sit On Me



She tightened the straps around his wrists and ankles, ignoring his protests as his arms were stretched up towards the top corners of the bed and his legs were forced uncomfortably far apart. 

"You wanted it," she told him sharply, "Now shut up and enjoy it." 

She consulted the notes she had taken during their preliminary meeting: tied securely to the bed naked. Well, that part was done. He was completely naked and spread-eagled on the bed, and certainly secure. There was absolutely no way he would get out of those wrist and ankle straps until she unbuckled them. 

Next? She consulted the notes again: sit on me for a minimum of thirty minutes, and stop me talking to you at all. She considered this instruction carefully. 'Sit on me' was rather vague, with a number of possibilities. As he had not specified, she clearly had a choice. 

She chose to sit on his face. Not that it would be particularly comfortable for her but it was, she decided, the best place to be sitting if and when she had to carry out his second instruction of stopping him talking. 

He had not specified what she was to wear or anything else she should do or not do, so she decided that it was completely up to her. He knew her particular likes and specialities, and therefore he knew what to expect. He could hardly claim to be unaware of her love of causing pain and discomfort, so undoubtedly he had assumed this would be part of it. 

She climbed onto the bed and sat, for the moment, astride his chest. She had not bothered to take off or to change her leather trousers, and in fact they seemed ideal. She tweaked his nipples playfully then turned round to face his feet, and moved slowly backwards until she was sitting right on his face. Her legs were apart and she could just see his mouth and chin between them. She settled her weight down onto him, wriggling to get comfortable. 

"You're hurting my nose," came his voice. 

Immediately she brought her leather-clad thighs together, covering his mouth. Stop me talking to you. That had been his instruction, and that was exactly what he was going to get. 

She had, she realised, also cut off his air supply when she stopped him talking by covering his mouth. That should make him think twice about trying to talk again! She held her thighs together for just ten seconds. 

As she uncovered his mouth again, he spoke at once. "Look, this really wasn't what I meant..." 

She clamped her legs together again, holding that position for twenty seconds this time. Slowly she moved them apart. 

"Stop this!" He sounded angry, and she felt him try and squirm away from her as she covered him again, locking him under her into that airless leathery world. She counted slowly to thirty. 

He still had not got the message. "Get off me. Let me go..." 

Forty seconds. Really, he should have waited before trying to speak again and given himself time to recover his breath properly. 

Now he realised what was going on and had the sense to keep quiet. He would just have to wait, silent, under her for thirty minutes whether he was uncomfortable or not. That was what he asked for, and that was just what he was going to get. 

Only... he did say a minimum of thirty minutes. No mention of a maximum. That, presumably was up to her, and she was in no rush. There were no further clients that day, and she was rarely a clock-watcher. She did this more for her amusement than for the money, so it made little difference to her whether he had paid for thirty minutes or all night. She would stop when she wanted to stop, not before. 

After ten minutes she was becoming bored. She twiddled his nipples idly, wondering how much male nipples could stick out erect if pinched and prodded enough. He flinched under the tweaks of her fingers and the scratching of her fingernails, but he managed to remain silent. 

Five minutes later this too lost its interest. She sat back, stretching and looking around her for something to do. Read a book? Telephone her friends? She shifted her position slightly. Ah, good. He moaned a little. That counts as talking. Her thighs came together and stayed there for fifty seconds. As she uncovered his mouth again she heard his long intake of breath followed by rapid gasps as he gulped at the air he so badly needed. 

It would be unfair, she decided, to stop his breathing unless he did talk, or at least make some sort of noise. It did not matter, of course, whether she was unfair or not, only her rules mattered. It was just one of her rules, part of her game, that she made rules which she always followed, and one of the rules of today's game was that he was allowed to breathe unless or until he made a noise. 

She tweaked both his nipples sharply, twisting them between her fingers and thumbs and listening intently for any noise from him. Nothing. 

She shifted her position. Nothing. 

She pressed down, raised herself, bounced a little. Nothing. 

She must keep to the rules. She must. 

There it was, just what she needed. She leaned forward to reach it, careful that she did not cover his mouth. It stood up, hard, rigid, erect. She took it in one hand, clasping her fingers round it tenderly and listening. Nothing. 

Gripping, she moved her hand slowly up and down, then more quickly. She was rewarded with the reaction of his body tensing in response, but no sound. Absolutely none. 

Fingernails. That was the answer. Holding it upright and running one fingernail ever so slowly all round the end. 

Yes! He gasped and then groaned. 

Thighs together. One minute. One full minute. 

But now what? No point in doing the same again. Oh yes, he would make a noise again, he could not help that. But so repetitive? No fun at all. 

What was the time? Half an hour gone already, but never mind. There was plenty of time. She had nothing else to do. 

Next? Yes. That will do. Gently clasping him, then up and down, up and down, up and down, until... That was close. Leave him for a while, sit back and relax. Now again, up and down. 

She could do this for hours, and she probably would. So much better than watching the television. No doubt he would say something again sooner or later, and then... where had she got to? One minute and ten seconds next time. It was a little uninteresting, boring, when she started, but now, somehow, she had started to enjoy it. And, naturally, if she started to feel hot and uncomfortable in her leather trousers, she could always take them off. No rush. She really did have all night if she wanted and, oddly enough, she did not feel at all sleepy...



Tie Me Up, Blindfold Me, & Spank Me



I recently discovered that my new girlfriend, Honey, has a foot fetish. I just met her a few hours ago, yesterday, actually, Christmas evening. Now, it's nearly 3am in the morning the day after Christmas and we've yet to go to bed. I think with what I have planned, we may be pulling an all-nighter. Honestly, the two of us are too excited to sleep.

It all started when she wanted a foot bath. We're staying the holiday weekend in my ex-Stepmom's, Carol, Honey's biological mother's guestroom. That's my new girlfriend's name, Honey. She's Halfrican-American. Her father was black and her mother is white. 

Carol has been separated from her daughter for eighteen years, after her husband caught her cheating on him with a woman. Only, that's another story for another time. Much like Meredith Baxter, who just emerged from the closet and proclaimed that she's a lesbian, the same thing happened to Carol.

Married to my Dad before, now she's lesbian. The funny thing is that the woman that Carol is with, Debbie, was also my Dad's ex-girlfriend, too. I guess he has a way of turning heterosexual women lesbian.

Anyway, Carol didn't want me dating her daughter because we had sex, my ex-Stepmom and me, on Christmas Eve and again on Christmas morning. Later that same day, Christmas Day, I had sex again with my ex-Stepmom and her bi-sexual lover, Debbie. Then, when Carol and Debbie went out to neighbors homes in the neighborhood to spread their Christmas cheer, I was taking a nap on the couch, trying to recoup my energy from our impromptu threesome. That was when Carol's deceased mom, Estelle, returned from the other side to give me a gum job. That's another story for another time. I know, I couldn't make this stuff up, if it wasn't all true.

I had no idea Carol had a daughter. I had no idea that when I saw Carol's daughter, that it'd be love at first sight. Had I met Honey, just a day earlier, the day before Christmas, I never would have had sex with my ex-Stepmom on Christmas Eve, again on Christmas Day, and later with her bi-sexual lover, Debbie. Chances are the gum job that Estelle gave me, probably would have still happened, since she's a ghost and can go anywhere.

Anyway, it all started when I gave Honey a foot bath and one thing led to another and she was becoming aroused when I was towel drying her feet. She wanted me to give her a foot massage. Never having given anyone a foot massage, not even myself, when I looked up at her, while I was massaging her feet, she was actually cooing.

Then, she wanted me to lick her feet and suck her toes. Eww. Gross. What the Hell? Yet, if you ever saw Honey, you'd lick whatever part of her body she asked you to lick. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.

As soon as I started licking her feet and sucking on her toes, she started touching herself. With one hand down her panty and her other hand fingering her nipple, she had an orgasm. I couldn't believe it. I never heard of a woman having a foot fetish. I always thought it was only men who had a foot fetish, men attracted to women's feet. I never heard of a woman being sexual with her own feet. Go figure.

After she had her orgasm, she looked at me all dreamy eyed and asked, "Is there anything that I can do for you, Johnny?"

Are you kidding me? I'm a guy? What did she think I'd say?

"No, I'm all set, thank you very much. I appreciate the offer, anyway." Get real.

Her asking me that, "Is there anything that I can do for you," was my golden opportunity. If I was willing to pander to her freaking foot fetish, it's only fair that she help me to live out my fantasy, bondage and discipline. It's something that I never tried but always wanted to do.

"Hold that thought," I said to Honey.

I hurried from the room and, while Carol was still busy downstairs with Debbie, still cleaning up the mess from the Christmas dinner we had, I dashed into Carol's room and went through her lingerie drawers. I found just the things that I needed, scarves. If I hadn't found them, I was ready to grab a roll of duct tape. Good thing for Honey, I found these.

I ran back in the guestroom where Honey was resting on the bed after having had her orgasm. Other than to kiss her, I haven't even touched her, yet. Never have I had sex so quickly with someone I just met. She said she was soaking wet. Let's see how wet she is. 

Quickly, I removed the last of her clothes, her panties. She was already topless after the striptease show she had given me earlier and what a show it was. She drove me mad with desire for her when she slowly stripped off her skirt and blouse before removing her bra. Oh, my God. I still get goose bumps just thinking about her perfect, black body.

"Give me your arm, Sweetie," I said.

"Oh, so, you are into bondage?"

"I don't know. I've never tried it. We'll soon find out, though. Are you game?"

"I'm willing to give it a try, but I'd like to have one rule set in place, if you don't mind."

"Okay, what's your rule?"

"If I don't like something that you're doing, when I say stop, you stop."

I loved Honey's voice. She has such a sweet voice, as sweet as honey, that is, unless she is talking harshly to me and calling me a name. When she suddenly develops her black attitude, her voice changes from sweet to bitchy.

"Okay, sure, that's fair enough. Tying you to the bed should be something that we both enjoy," I said hurrying my Boy Scout knots before she had a change of heart about the bondage and discipline and changed her mind and said, Stop! "I wouldn't want to do something that you don't like or something that offends your senses," I said being solicitous and pandering to her, again. "There's no fun in doing something sexual that you don't enjoy and find arousing."

I quickly tied her other wrist to the bed before tying both her ankles. Now my Honey was spread eagled and naked. I only wish I had my camera with me to capture this Kodak moment. I would love to post this photo on the Internet. I took a step back to enjoy the view.

"Are you just going to stare at me, fool, or are you going to have sex with me."

See how she gets? What's with the attitude all of a sudden. First, she's really nice and then, she's a bitch.

"I just have to call a few of my friends over, first," I said with a chuckle.

"What? Don't you dare," she said pulling at her ties. "Stop!"

"Gees, calm down, Honey. I was only kidding. I wouldn't call anyone to come over. I don't even have my cell phone with me," I said thinking that if I did, I would have taken her photo, already, by now. "I want you all for myself."

"That wasn't funny, dumb ass."

Fool? Dumb ass? Gees, what's with the name calling? This bitch needs to be punished. She needs a bit of my special spanking discipline. I lifted her butt with one hand off the mattress and gave her a hard slap on the ass with my hand.

"Whack!"

"Hey, dumb ass, spanking me wasn't part of the agreement."

It was obvious that Honey needed to be punished, again. She didn't learn from my first disciplinary act. She needed a second slap on the other side of her black, bubble ass.

"What agreement? You only made the one rule," I said with a sly smile. "You said that if you didn't like something that I was doing, you'd say stop. I don't like you calling me names, like fool and dumb ass. So, stop," I said satisfied that I won that point.

I lifted her other butt cheek and slapped her even harder on that side of her ass.

"Whack!"

"Stop!"

Now, she got the message. Immediately, I backed off. She was holding back tears. I really walloped her harder than I meant to slap her. Only, she needed to be taken down a peg or two.

I didn't like the way she was treating me. I more preferred it when she was calling me baby and sugar and not fool and dumb ass. I'd never disrespect her by calling her a name. Names are mean and hurtful, especially when you hear it from someone you love, as I definitely do her, even though I just met her. I love her. I do. I really do. 

I went back in Carol's room and grabbed another scarf and started tying it around Honey's eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing? I can't see. I need to see. Don't blindfold me. Remove the blindfold, now."

"You didn't say stop."

"Stop!"

"Too late. I've already tied the blindfold."

"You've taken my one rule too literally, Johnny."

"Is there any other way to take a rule without breaking a rule?"

Now, with her eyes covered, I was free to tease her. I had already given her pain and now I wanted to give her pleasure. I wanted to make this experience more erotically enjoyable. 

Ever so lightly, I slowly ran my fingertips all over her naked body, tickling her and teasing her, until she had goose bumps. Then, I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, first one and then the other. Immediately, her nipples responded growing erect. I leaned down and kissed her and she eagerly volunteered her tongue.

I've kissed a lot of women before, but never have I kissed anyone in the way that I kissed Honey and in the way that she responded and returned my kisses. I actually felt something when kissing Honey, a first for me. Kissing was what had been missing from all my other relationships. I could survive sexually and emotionally with just kissing Honey.

I loved kissing her. I loved her lips, so full and so soft and the way she explored my mouth with her tongue, I could tell that she was enjoying my kisses as much as I was enjoying her kisses. I couldn't wait to make love to her, but not yet. She hadn't even touched my cock, yet.

I moved off the bed and quickly started removing my clothes.

"Hey, John, what are you doing?"

"I'm getting undressed."

"Undressed? No, that wasn't part of our sleeping arrangements. I said you can sleep here if you slept on the floor and remained fully dressed."

Damn, this woman never stops with the attitude. I needed to get naked before she blurted, "Stop."

"Yeah, well, that all changed after you teased me by doing a slow striptease. And that all change after you had an orgasm from my foot bath, foot massage, and from me licking your feet and sucking your toes."

"Stop!"

"Sorry. Too late. Except for my socks, I'm already naked."

"You better not come near me with your cock. I never had a puny, little white dick before and surely don't want to have one now. Only a big, black cock has experienced this beautiful black body."

Wow, she never stops with the attitude. Why would she say that? How could I even answer that? That was more than insulting. It was a racist remark. Having just met her Christmas evening, a few hours ago, I was having difficulty reading her. I couldn't tell if she was serious or kidding. There was only one way to find out by moving my puny, little white dick closer to her beautiful, black body.

"Get ready for some white meat, then," I said with a laugh. "Santa is on his way to give you a Christmas lay."

I moved closer to her right hand and put my cock near her fingers. Acting a bit disinterested, she lightly, barely touched the head of my cock with her fingertips.

"You're not circumcised?"

"No."

"I never had an uncircumcised cock before."

"There's a first time for everything," I said. "Take me in your hand," I said leaning my body forward so that she could grasp my cock.

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and gently explored it with her fingers before slowly stroking me. Instantly, she was making me harder. Her hand felt good. The contrast of our skins, her black hand holding my white cock suddenly made me more excited. I don't know why, but it did. Maybe because, I guess, having sex with someone from another race made me feel as though I was doing something wrong and forbidden. It made me feel hip and cool to be with her and to be wanted by a black woman.

Generally, I've seen more black men with white women, especially blonde women. Black dicks in blonde chicks, there's something to that. Athletes, rock stars, and celebrities come to mind, such Tiger Woods, Seal, Ice T, and O J Simpson, among those most famous.

Yet, forgetting about the race issue, I wanted to experience her, all of her, so badly, as a man would want a woman. It didn't matter to me that she was black and that I was white. I'd be attracted to her if she was green. She was so very beautiful.

"Not bad for a white boy," she said.

"Wait until I really get hard," I said.

I moved away from her hand and positioned my cock by her mouth.

"Hey, what are you doing," she said moving her head away from my cock.

"Suck me a little. Make me harder with your mouth."

"No way, I'm not sucking on a white cock," she said. "I don't know where that cock has been. You've been going crazy having sex with all these white women, my Mom, my mother's girlfriend, even my dead grandmother. Who knows who else you've been having sex with."

What? Is she serious? She's tied to the bed naked and refuses to take my cock in her mouth. Well, I can fix that.

"I can say that same thing for you, Honey. I have no idea who you've been with in the past, but I'm willing to take the risk to have someone like you in my life."

I rotated my body so that I could reach her toes with my mouth. Good thing I was so much taller than Honey. It was a tough stretch, but I started licking her feet and sucking her toes. It didn't take her long to become aroused again.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good. Yeah, that's right, suck Mama's toes."

As soon as she said that, I lowered my pelvis closer to my mouth and used my hand to direct my cock to her lips. She took me inside her mouth and I was in Heaven. Honey was blowing me. She was sucking my cock. I knew she would, once I started in on her G spot, her feet and toes. The first white cock she ever sucked and the first black woman who ever sucked my cock. We now had something in common.

As soon as I was hard enough, I got off the bed and moved down between her legs. I needed to see how wet she was before I inserted myself in her pussy. I lightly touched her with my fingers, teasing her with my fingertips, and slowly exploring and probing her with my long, stiff fingers. She was wet alright, but not from my cock, I'm afraid.

She was wet from me sucking her toes, no doubt. I never realized she had such a foot fetish. Wow. I wondered how she got that and where that came from. It must driving her crazy, horny really, when she wears open toed shoes and high heels. She must spend her days staring at her feet. Except for shopping, is that a fetish, I've never been with a woman who had a fetish before.

I needed to taste Honey. I lowered my mouth to her and with a wide, long, slow lick of my tongue, I heard her gasp. Then, I gave her another lick and another and another, while fingering her clit. I mashed my face between her legs with my tongue acting as if it was an eggbeater. I could tell when she stiffened her legs that she was enjoying the quick action and stiff movement of my tongue running across and all over her clit. Then, I slowed the tongue bath that I was giving her and made my movements more gentle, purposeful, and loving. I loved eating her pussy. She had a wonderful pussy.

She was ready and I was more than ready. Eating her pussy made my cock so hard. I mounted her, while reaching down to position my cock by her hole. She was so wet that I just slipped inside and once inside, she grabbed me with her muscles. She was very tight and it felt good to be inside her. I couldn't believe I was getting it on with Honey. Never would I have thought this would have happen only a few short hours ago, when she came to the door on Christmas Day looking to surprise her mother and now, look at me, inside of her.

If I felt that I was in love with her before, I definitely, knew that I loved her now, after having had sex with her. Never have I experienced such strong feelings of love, as when I was making love to Honey. It was incredible. It was something that I never wanted to stop doing. 

While my cock sunk deeper inside her, in and out, side to side, and back and forth, humping her and allowing the rhythm of her humps to take us nearer to having a mutual orgasm, I couldn't stop kissing her. My lips were sore from kissing her, I kissed her so much, but I didn't care. I loved kissing her, especially while fucking her.

When I kissed her, I felt connected to her. It was electric. It was exciting. She blanked my mind with her kisses and all that I could feel was all the passion and love that I had for her. It was wonderful.

I needed more. I pulled out of her pussy and untied her wrists and her ankles and removed her blindfold. I needed to see her big, brown eyes. I needed to experience all of her. I needed to feel her arms and legs wrapped around me. I needed to roll her over and feel her on top of me, before slamming her into the mattress. We made love for more than an hour, until we were just drained and exhausted.

Ill equipped and unprepared, I didn't have a condom with me. I didn't know I'd be banging Honey tonight, all night. I figured I'd be having sex with my ex-Stepmom, who couldn't have any more kids and her bi-sexual lover, who had her tubes tied after having a few unwanted pregnancies and subsequent abortions.

After we both took a quick bathroom break, we slept like that holding one another. I knew she had strong feelings for me, too. No woman could make love to a man, like she just did, without having strong feelings for him. Okay, maybe she didn't love me, but she sure as Hell liked me.

That was when I thought of the perfect Christmas surprise that I could give Honey.



Tie Me Up Game



Our sex life had always been good, with the occasional lulls followed by periods of creativity and passion. Lately we were in a lull and you challenged me to spice things up.

You had always enjoyed our nooners. Something about having sex during work hours and returning to the office with the smell of sex freshly upon you adds excitement to the mix. I tempt you with the thought of a noontime escape as we set the day.

You arrive home stimulated by the anticipation but are disappointed when my truck is not in the garage. Confused and bordering on angry you almost miss the note on the unattached garage door. 

Remove your panties and leave them in the car

Your next instruction is on the back of the front door

Your momentary anger gives way to curiosity as you pull up your skirt and remove your panties. The first flush of cool air gently flowing over your trimmed mound titillates you. Your hand runs over your lower belly before you allow your skirt to drop back down. You leave your panties on the hood of your car and proceed to the front door.

The house is as you left it as you scan for any sign of my plans. Still not able to guess the afternoon’s course you pick up the next note:

Remove your shoes and pantyhose if you have them.

Your next instruction is on the refrigerator door

The pumps are left by the front closet as you move to the kitchen. The tiled entry way and linoleum vinyl of the kitchen are cool on your feet. The coolness transmits itself up your naked skin into your middle. You find the next note:

Remove your blouse and pick up the box by the oven.

Select three items that interest you from the kitchen and place 

them in the box

Take your time and chose carefully since you do not know 

what they will be used for

Your next instruction is on the patio door

Your fingers tremble as you read the note. Ideas of what I may have in mind compete with each other in your mind. You wander the kitchen trying to pick carefully. Something that could be fun but will not hurt if used wrong. You rummage the utensil drawer thinking of things you might use the butter brush for. Will I be thinking the same thing? Into the box goes the brush followed by a carrot from the refrigerator and hand towel. 

The yellow post-it on the patio door window calls you forward to yet another clue that might unveil my intentions. You pick it up quickly and read:

Remove your bra and proceed to the backyard.

Select three items that interest you from patio or garden and 

put them in the box

Take your time and chose carefully since you do not know 

what they will be used for

Your next instruction is on the lounge chair on the patio 

I view you from my hiding place and watch you hesitate. The backyard is semi-private. The fence on three sides is high enough to keep people from seeing in. However the remaining side is low enough for the neighbor to see over if they try. Unfortunately, this is the side with our nosier neighbor. Was she home when you pulled in? She should be at work but you never know?

Your hands reach behind and unhook your bra. You let it fall from your shoulders and let it drop by the door. You exhale loudly before opening the door and stepping into the sunshine of the patio. I watch your milky white breasts reflect the sun as they jiggle on your chest. Your eyes are on the neighbor’s house. Everything looks fine.

Your head turns and surveys the yard looking to fulfill your instructions. I grow hard watching you tentatively step around the yard, your breasts beautiful and exposed as you concentrate on your task. Each time you bend to investigate I am reminded that your skirt is the only thing keeping you from being totally naked.

Seeing no neighbor you start to relax and select your first item. With care you prune a rose from the bush and gently place it in the box. You look around confused? What else to pick? You concentrate on your task and walk naturally, no longer inhibited by your nakedness outdoors. You eye a handle of a small trowel before placing it in the box. Your last selection is a branch of mint. 

Your tits are hard and dance in and out of the sun filtering through the tree branches as you notice the note on the lounge chair. I admire you as you stand in the full sun; the slope of your breast illuminated and warmed by the rays as you read the next instruction card:

Remove your skirt and proceed to the office

Select three items from the rest of the house and place them 

the box

Take your time and chose carefully since you do not know 

what they will be used for

Your next instruction is hanging in the closet in the bedroom 

I see you smile as you read the card and I sense you are enjoying the build-up. No longer worried about the neighbor and enjoy your nudity you unzip your skirt without reservation and let it drop to the wood decking. I hold my cock in my hand as my eyes sweep over your body. I follow your hair over your shoulder and down to your breasts. The sun plays with the womanly contours of your waist and hip. My gaze drifts down to your tightly trimmed pubic hairs. The light touches on the top of them before they disappear into the shadows between your legs.

Your movement catches my attention. The sun must feel good as you lightly run your fingers over your breasts, tugging at the nipples before running them over your lower stomach. One-hand dances lightly over your pussy before you pick up the box and return to the house.

I retreat hoping you do not see me as I hear the door slide open. Your footsteps resonate on the tile as you move to the rear of the house only to be muffled by the carpet later on. Anticipation of the sexual fun encompasses your thoughts and you move past open windows no longer concerned with your nudity. I take my new hiding place as I hear you rummaging around the office.

Eventually I hear you enter the bedroom and open the closet door. How will you react to this note? I remember it as you read:

If I have anticipated correctly you should be naked by now

If I have forgotten anything remove it now

Select one of my ties that is your favorite and take it with you

to the bed

Your next instruction is under your pillow 

I hear the hanger move as you pull out the tie and move to the pillow. You find a longer note and I watch you read trying to interpret your reaction.

It is time to play a game I think you will enjoy!

The game is one to test the skills of your senses and you

will need to use all of them……. except your sight.

Sound interesting?

The game is played as follows:

I will touch you for up to one minute with the a range of

objects……your job is to guess what they are.

You can guess at any time but there is consequence to 

choosing the right vs. wrong answer.

If you choose correctly you can have me touch you with the 

current or any prior object on any part of your body you

direct for up to two minutes.

If you choose incorrectly I can do whatever I want to you

for up to two minutes

You can win the game by guessing seven items correctly, if

you win I will be at your command for the next fifteen

minutes………….but,

I win if you guess wrong seven times and you will need to

be my slave for fifteen minutes 

Sounds like fun? To start the game blindfold yourself with

the tie you selected and lie on the bed.

I will tie your hands to the bedpost and we will begin

Your legs will not be tied but you are to remain spread eagle

to allow full access to all parts of your body

If you break this rule I will need to punish you or take my

pleasure with one of your openings for one minute

When you are ready to begin ring the bell on your nightstand

My heart beats in anticipation as I await your reaction. I try to remain out of sight as I see you put down the card. I smile as I see you place the bell next to you on the bed and tie the blindfold over your eyes. Your head is to me as you recline onto the mattress and I watch your body move as you position yourself comfortably. My cock busts in desire as I watch you play with yourself, your hand slowly disappearing between your legs as you ready yourself. None too soon you reach for the bell and ring.

I try to enter softly so you do not know what other objects I may have brought. I look into the box and find your selections: the butter brush, carrot and hand towel from the kitchen, the rose, mint and hand trowel from the garden and a hair brush, your silk panties and vibrator from inside the house. The last selections give me an indication of how hot you are getting. To the collection I add: a small art brush with a fine tip, my leather belt, broccoli crowns, strawberry, cold can of soda, wet sponge warmed in the microwave and a feather duster.

“Are you ready to begin?” I question you and you nod in agreement. I take your wrist and tie it back to the headboard. You do not resist as the other arm is constrained as well. I survey your delicious flesh spread eagle below me as we start. “OK, here is item number one!” 

I take the rose from the box and touch the petals to the underside of your wrist. Goose bumps spring up your arm as I slowly pull the flower down the inside of your arm. You smile as I cross your elbow and onto your body. “The rose” you guess. I inform you you are correct and ask what your wishes are. 

I follow your instructions caressing your face and chin with the rose. You enjoy the fragrance as I lightly drag the pedals down over your chest. Your time expires as the petals float over your right nipple. Next object.

I take the feather duster and sweep over then nipple I just left. The duster encircles your other breasts as you guess the butter brush from the bathroom. “You are wrong!” I tell you and I will now do as I please for the next minute. You complain you did not get the full minute for the feather duster but I have to remind you the time ends when you guess. 

Your body tenses as you feel my weight repositioned for my treat. I kiss your temple lightly before working down to your mouth. We kiss deeply before I trace a path down your cheek and neck to your breasts. I suckle each for thirty seconds before kissing down over your belly and hips. I flick my tongue over your inner thighs as time expires. Your tension has built as I select the next item.

A minute passes as I watch your chest move to your breath. Your nipples have remained taut. I lightly flick across them with the butter brush you selected from the kitchen. I paint your nipples and stomach before moving down to your legs. Your moisture builds as I brush up your thighs. “Time is up I whisper to you.” 

“The butter brush….please keep going where you were.” You respond.

“Where would that be?” I tease

“Over my legs and my pussy.” You respond.

I am happy to comply and spend the next two minutes tantalizing your inner thighs, pubic mound and outer lips. I concentrate on your vaginal lips for the last thirty seconds. Watching the moisture build as the soft bristles float over your sensitive skin. 

“2 correct and 1 wrong” I inform you as I approach with the next instrument. I take the strawberry in my hand and slowly drag it over the lower, undersides of your breasts. You tense at this new sensation. I circle around your breast getting closer and closer to your nipple. Time expires as I touch your aureole. 

“Any guess?” 

“Sandpaper?” you respond very hesitantly. You are incorrect and I now have my two minutes.

I start massaging your temples before gradually working down your chin and neck. My hands cup and caress your breasts before moving down over your hips and thighs. Time is running out as I run a hand over your pussy, making sure the middle finger’s tip pushes deeply into your fold. The dampness of your middle and hardening nub of your clit let me know you are ready for more. 

You relax as I start with the next item. I didn’t know what you expected from the garden trowel as I take the metallic surface and drag it over your stomach. “The trowel” you call out quickly. 

“Correct. Would you like to continue with this or back to something else.” 

“Something else. I’d like you to finger me.” You reply.

“My finger is not something that has been selected before.” I inform you.

“The instructions say anything used before. You used your finger so it should count.” You protest

Not disappointed in the suggestion I agree to your interpretation. I spread your legs even further before I glide my hand around the outside of your pussy’s lips. I tease your left and then your right outer labia with my finger, brushing my fingers’ pads and nails over your outer folds. As you open I massage the whole of your pussy in my hand. I enjoy the feeling of your spreading wetness as my fingers work up and down between your leg. With a minute to go I penetrate your vagina with my middle finger. I slide it deeper and deeper into you, feeling the warm, moist slick walls of your inner walls. My cock longs to be in you as I remove my finger and massage your inner labia before pleasing your clit as time expires.

“3 correct and 2 wrong” I announce as I reach for the ice-cold soda can. The rim of the can touches your left nipple. You pull back quickly as it tightens. I do the same to your right. 

“Stop” you whisper

“Care to guess”

“I don’t know,” you say as I lay the can between your tits. “Ice” you guess knowing it is wrong.

My two minutes start as I pull your left nipple into my mouth. My hands massage your mounds as my tongue flicks back and forth over your nipple, alternating between tits for the next thirty seconds. My hands move to your hips as my tongue traces a line down over your stomach. You cringe in anticipation as I lick around your pubic mound and the inner parts of your thighs.

With a minute to go I position myself over your pussy. I lightly kiss your lips and taste you for the first time. Your hips and stomach rise as my tongue licks the length of your special box. As I fold the tip of my tongue into a “u” to fondle and caress your clit my finger enters your hole. Your hips heave and back arches as my fingers work your g-spot while my tongue rub and massages your clit. Your exhale and vaginal walls clinching my finger working deep within you communicate your orgasm as time expires.

“3 correct and 3 wrong” I communicate as I let you recover and I search for the next item. I pick the hairbrush out and lightly tap the outside of your leg with it. You guess quickly and correctly. Your desire is for another two minutes of licking your private areas. I happily oblige.

We start the 7th item as I approach your arms. I hold my erect cock in my hand and gently rub it over your inner forearm, elbow and upper arm. A look of confusion crosses your face. I continue to rub it against you eventually work down to your breast and nipple, being careful not to let my balls or pubic hair touch you. “Your finger.” You guess incorrectly. 

I work your erect nipple into a tight nub before grasping it and tugging it gently upwards. With my other hand I lightly spank the bottom of your breasts. You yelp in protest as I repeat the process on the other breasts. With a minute left you feel me lift your hips. I smack the soft underside of your butt three times, spanking you as a small child before lowering you back to the bed. You think you are done but are surprised when you feel me spreading your pussy lips, opening you wide. I smack your wet pussy five times. Not hard but sharp enough to stun you. “Times up!” I let you know. “I’ll get you back” you pout back at me.

The next item is your vibrator. I slowly rub it between your tits as a smile comes across your eyes. I turn it on and stimulate your nipples with it before running it up and down your legs. You are in no hurry to call time. With a minute to go I insert it into your hole, amazed how wet and how easily the full length enters. I screw you aggressively with it for fifteen strokes before gently pulling it out. For a treat I finish you by placing it on your clit as time expires. “Any guess?” I ask knowing you will get this one.

Your request surprises me. You’d like to recall my cock as your tool of choice. I follow your directions as I massage the tip of your nipples with the head of my cock. I am enjoying the sensation on the soft underside of my penis when you request I “fuck your mouth.” I kneel between your head and guide my cock into your waiting mouth. You lay back and open your throat as I slide ¾ of my length into you. I rotate my hips as your lips close on me and move my cock in and out of the love hole you made for me. I cheat and extend my time for thirty seconds and relish the moist warmth massaging my penis.

“Wasn’t that a little more than two minutes?” You ask. I swear it wasn’t but you don’t believe me. I reach into the box and pull out the leather belt. I spread your legs and pussy before dipping the end of the belt into your hole. The leather moistens in your juice as I insert just a small amount into you. I run the tip up your lips and over your clit. The leather a new sensation on your privates as it gently pulls and tugs your skin. You enjoy the feelings for a minute but have no guess what it is.

You smile as I tell you what I will do to you for the next two minutes. My knees surround your head as I guide my cock into your waiting mouth. Your tongue and mouth suckle my cock before I can reach your pussy and return the favor. I return the favor and run my tongue up and down your crack before settling over your clit and upper vagina. I slide one than two fingers into you and enjoy the feelings as we service each other orally. 

You are dripping wet as my other hand directs your moisture down over your anus. I get it wetter and wetter circling your opening as my tongue laps at your cunt. You have not slowed down on my cock as I fight the urge to cum in your mouth. With a minute to go I press my pinkie finger into your ass. You stop sucking as my finger enters but do not protest. I leave my pinkie in your ass as my other finger fucks your vagina vigorously. That, combined with my tongue brings you to another orgasm. As time expires I remove my fingers from your body as you release my cock. You say nothing.

I pick up your silk panties and rub them over your arms. You guess correctly and immediately. “6 correct vs. 5 wrong. What would you like.” I do as you direct and massage your tits with the silk. I let it gently float over your breasts before gradually encircling the left mound. I pull it tight and squeeze your tit with the silk before gently letting go. Time runs out quickly. 

“You have six correct, one more and you win.” I state as I pick up the artist brush. I roll the tip into a fine point and dip it in oil before moving over your right breast. With quick strokes I paint the very tip of your nipple, watching it firm quickly. I paint small lines over your pink aureoles before repeating on your left nipple. You squirm in delight at the delicate tantalization. 

The brush drying out I move lower and dip it into your vagina. You squeal with delight at this small, precise penetration of your hole. I paint the delicate skin between your asshole and pussy before working up to your clit. For the last fifteen seconds I flick your clit with the fine point of the brush. You moan and twist in delight as time is up. “I don’t know what it is but I really like it.” You pant as you squirm and twist on the bed. “6 to 6 lets get this over with…I’m getting some good ideas on what my sex slave will do to me!” You smile as you settle back into the bed.

For my next wish I straddle your chest. You smile in anticipation as my hands grab your breast and push them together. I insert my cock between your two mounds and slide in and out…slowly and sensuously at first. As I work I grab and fondle your tits. My energy increases and my thrusts get longer and longer. You feel the tip of my penis on your chin and open your mouth. I slide up and down, my balls rubbing on your chest as my cock head flicks in and out of your mouth. Your tongue is out and flicking as I urgently fuck your tits. Quickly two minutes is up. 




Tie Me Up Game



“6 to 6, this is it!” You stammer.

“Not so fast, you violated a rule!” I comment as I spread your legs back open

“You’ve been violating me for the last ten minutes. Let’s get on with it.” You smirk back at me.

“Not so fast! That is violation and now I can take my pleasure with one of your openings!” 

“What!” you stammer

“Do I want to pleasure myself in your mouth or in your nice dripping wet pussy? Or maybe I’d like to fuck your nice tight asshole!” I comment, watching your mouth stammer to respond.

“I think I’ll fuck your pussy!” I conclude as you feel my hands grab your hips. My cock slide effortlessly into your hole as I thrust hard and deep. You tense only slightly before relaxing, as I am surprised at how open and wet you are. I pound you deep and furiously for thirty seconds before I feel your vaginal muscles collapse on my cock in orgasm. I push through you as you start a second wave of orgasmic contractions. I pull out as time is up.

“Please, keep fucking me. Fuck me some more.” You whimper as I leave your hole.

“Just get the next one right and you can have me do whatever.” I state as I reach for the next item.

Your face is a look of concentration, as you want to get back to some serious sex. I touch you with the object and your look conveys you are not sure what this is. I roll the object over your arms and shoulders. I roll it up your legs and over your breasts but you have no guess. With only fifteen seconds to go position the carrot pointy end first at the entrance to your vagina and push it in. You seem to enjoy it as I fuck you with the carrot as time expires. You look perplexed as you formulate your guess…. then a look of recognition sweeps over you. “The carrot!” You answer. “Yes, I am yours for fifteen minutes.” I confirm back to her.

I untie your arms and your blindfold. Our eyes meet for the first time as you smile at me and wink “Nice game! – Now it is my party time. 1st I want to taste your cum…I haven’t had lunch yet! Second I want you to be nice and hard and I know how much licking my pussy makes you get horny so I want to 69 with you. I also liked the feeling of your finger in my ass. When you lick me I’d like you to fuck my ass with the dildo. To cap it off I’ve always wanted to feel but holes plugged at once. I want you to fuck me while the vibrator’s in my ass.” Needless the say, my cock almost exploded just listening to this.

I stand at the foot of the bed unconsciously fondling my cock as you reach for the vibrator. My eyes glued to your pussy as you plunge it in. I watch you fuck yourself until you command “grab my tits together and fuck them.” I gladly obey, straddling your chest and holding your globes together and around my cock. I dart in and out of your cool flesh as you occasionally lash the tip of my cock with your tongue. 

You motion me forward and I allow your free hand to guide my cock into your mouth. The sensation overtakes me and I melt forward pushing farther into you, feeling your teeth and lips pushing against my belly. I enjoy the feeling of your fingers exploring my ass before I realize what you are up to. I am close to cumming already, but when you insert your finger into my ass I cum quickly and hard. You swallow as much as you can but the white jism drips out of your lips. 

“Got you!” You smirk at me. 

“Don’t talk with your mouthful!” I chastise back

I reposition myself back into a “69.” I grab the end of the vibrator still implanted in your pussy and start fucking you with it. I watch the silver instrument move in and out of your hole. Seeing the moisture pumped in and out with every thrust. I am enjoying the movement of your lips as I feel your mouth re-engage on my partially limp cock. 

You work the ultra-sensitive head so well after my orgasm. I am hard again as my mouth descends on your pussy. I lick and suckle you aggressively as the vibrator fucks you. Your spasm tells me you have orgasmed again when I hear you mumble about your ass. Remembering your wish I spread your juices over your asshole before gently inserting the vibrator.

You relax enough to have it enter. With one hand I keep it in you, the vibrator on enough stimulation. With the other hand I finger fuck you. Your clit large and exposed as I suckle you collapse in wave after wave of orgasm. Your thoughts elsewhere my cock falls out of your mouth. I continue to please you until I hear you beg to stop. 

You push me off and roll over on your slide. I lie face to face next to you. Your eyes are elsewhere as you grab my cock and position me at your entrance. I thrust greedily into you as your leg raps over me. Your head buries into the pillow and my shoulder as my rapid thrusting rocks you. It isn’t until you clamp down in another orgasm that I feel the vibrator through the membrane separating your ass from pussy.

With a free hand I find the vibrator and slowly pull it out. You tremble and orgasm again at this. I try to maintain a deep hard fucking rhythm as I start to gently fuck your ass with the vibrator. You grab me tightly as you are filled. My balls tremble in pre-orgasmic bliss. The sensation of your tight wet pussy, the feeling of the vibrator rubbing my cock in rhythm through the membrane and the vibrations all stimulate me. I blow deep and hard inside of you.

I start to pull out but your tugs say otherwise. We continue to fuck for the next five minutes until you finally ask to stop. I pull the vibrator slowly from your ass as you roll over on your back. My cock slides out with a plop. 

“That’s a good game!” you whisper, as you lay back exhausted on the bed.



Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down



Friday nights. On the one hand, it's always nice to go out and mark it as something other than just another weeknight. On the other hand, after a week of work, I often want nothing more than an early retreat to bed. Though not necessarily to sleep.

This night was one of those difficult ones. He really wanted to go to the brewpub. The weather was starting to turn, and there wouldn't be many more evenings when we could sit on the deck and listen to the band. I said sure, of course. Then I did that passive-aggressive thing that I usually pride myself on not doing. I hugged him from behind and ran my hands over his crisp white shirt, saying "Don't you want to change into something more comfortable?" 

"No," he said, absently, "This is fine."

I came out of the bedroom naked, holding a dress up in front of me -- that little black and white print, with the buttons down the front and the deep sweetheart neckline. I looked up at him through my lashes. "What do you think of this?" 

He barely glanced up from the pile of mail he was sorting. "Sure, great." 

I slowly buttoned myself into it and then paused, my chest bare. "I don't need a bra with this, do I? What do you think?" 

"No, you look fine."

With glacier slowness I bent over the laundry basket, facing away from him, and held the pose, sorting through things one by one. "Hmmmm -- where are those white mesh panties I like? I know that I put them in the wash." 

I don't think he even looked up.

I kept it up in the car; stretching like a cat, letting my skirt ride halfway up my bare thighs. Telling him about the "interesting" dream I had the previous night, where he had his way with me and, for dessert, several of my friends. At the bar, I was SO warm and absentmindedly unbuttoned a couple of buttons. I had to try one of his fries, and to do so, well, naturally I had to stand up and lean across the table. I mean, I practically fellated the straw in my Diet Coke. Nothing.

I had to run to the bathroom. I took my time bending over to get my bag. And then I gracefully rose, holding his gaze until the last second, and when I walked away I swished that skirt with more than a little anger. 

I had only gone a few steps when he called me back.

"Yes?"

"Come a little closer," he said. I took my time leaning over the table and he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling me, "When you're in the bathroom, I suggest you take off those panties." I smiled from ear to ear. There's no other word for it -- I was downright smug.

When I came out and saw him waiting for me, I was confused, but happy. He held out his hand and said, calmly, "I'd like to have a little chat with you." And then he took me by the wrist and pulled me into the men's room.

I'll admit that I struggled just a little bit as he paraded me past the urinals, which were in use by a few patrons. I tried to turn my burning face from them, as if by not seeing them I could ensure that they wouldn't see me. I had to skip to keep up as he bounded down the aisle of stalls, several of which looked occupied. With his right hand he gripped me tight, and with his left he loosened his red silk tie -- the investment banker tie, I always called it, because it made him look trustworthy, staid. When we got to the last stall he mockingly, gallantly, waved me in ahead of him, and then he shut the door and locked it, pressing me up against the scarred gray metal. I was panting but he was calm, his face registering only a slight amusement.

"Now, hold out your hands like a good girl," he murmured, and when I did he quickly bound my wrists up in the red silk, cinching it tight and then securing me to the coat hook on the back of the door, my arms raised.

"I think that may be the first appropriate thing you've done all night, pet," he said conversationally, and I tried to flash him a look, warning him that people might hear. He chuckled, leaned in closer. I could feel the heat coming off him, but he didn't touch me, except to pull a lock of my hair from behind one ear and place his mouth against it. I could feel the palms of my hands and soles of my feet prickle with roller-coaster fear. 

"Oh, so NOW you're worried about what they might think? Don't you think they already know exactly what you want? Exactly what you need? You're such a naughty girl, I bet they could smell your excitement all the way through the bar." At this he suddenly plunged two fingers deep into me, then out. He held them up before my face.

"Look at me. Just look at how sloppy you are, you bad girl. Now, what on earth were you thinking? Do you imagine for one second that I am unaware of you, unmoved by you?" He ran his wet fingers over my lips and I tried to pull them into my mouth, to touch him with my tongue, but he was having none of it. He started quickly unbuttoning my dress, pushing the material back with every button so that soon it hung limply from my shoulders and I was otherwise naked. "Did it even once occur to you that perhaps I had something in mind for you, something worth waiting for?" He shook his head, clucked his tongue with disappointment. "No, you just keep bringing it." 

He tipped my head up with two fingers so I was forced to look into his eyes. "And when you misbehave like that, rest assured, you're going to get just what you came looking for. This IS just what you wanted, isn't it?" I wanted to turn my head, to drop my gaze, but he wouldn't allow it.

"No?" I whispered tentatively, my mouth dry. 

"No?" He raised an eyebrow, licked his lips. "Well, I suspect I know you a little better than you do yourself. I'll just give you a minute to think about it."

When he knelt down and began, it seemed almost absentmindedly, stroking my inner thighs, I whimpered. I tried to catch it in my throat but it was too late. He rose and leaned into me again, one hand still teasing along my skin, now exploring the crease between my thigh and my tender, bare pussy, one hand caressing my face. I trembled. 

"You know, it just occurred to me that you might not be completely clear on the plan," he murmured, oh-so-calmly. "So let's go over it, shall we? Now, first, you are going to come for me. And then, I am going to fuck you. Right here. And THEN, we are going to go and finish our drinks. It doesn't matter how quiet you are, because people are still going to know. And it doesn't matter how loud you are, because I am not going to stop.

"Do you know what I would do if I heard someone violating a sweet little thing like you in here? I think I would stand up on the toilet and look over the stall so I could see. Mmm -- yes - I would stand there and watch the entire thing. Do you think they'll do that here? You can look up and see their faces, if you like. Or maybe they'll just hunch down in the stalls and stroke their cocks. Think about that -- there are probably a couple of them already, just trembling with eagerness to hear you moan again. And of course, I intend to make you scream. 

"Mmm -- I wish the whole bar could see you like this. Maybe I should describe the way you look out loud for them. Except that, of course, right now I have something just slightly more interesting to do with my mouth."

I had never felt more naked or more vulnerable. I was so aware of every footstep, every cough, every creak of the door. I knew that he was relentless, so there was no use appealing to him for mercy. A mercy, I suddenly realized, that I was unsure I even wanted. For as I forced my mind to focus on him, on his mouth, on his hands, I realized how strongly my body was reacting, even without my cooperation. I had never been so sensitive, so wet. He reached behind and stroked my ass and I gasped. 

I tried to push myself forward so that his tongue could more easily probe me. With one hand he spread me open, taking my clit completely into his mouth to lick and suck, while he slowly inserted three fingers, then four, as deep as they would go. I had barely closed my eyes, trying to focus, when he pulled away, tsking.

He didn't even bother standing up to whisper to me. He spoke for everyone to hear. 

"Eyes open, sweet girl. Don't wish yourself somewhere else. I want you right here." 

And with that I pushed aside the last shred of resistance, and turned my own will to the task of giving him exactly what he wanted from me. My body was trembling so uncontrollably, I sagged awkwardly against the metal divider. And as he reached up to tease my nipple with one hand, I groaned deeply, desperate to close my eyes, and then came with almost no warning, squeezing his fingers tightly within me as I spasmed.

I was still fluttering inside as he spun me around, pushed aside my dress and entered me; the bonds around my wrists tightening so that I was forced to stand on tiptoe. He pushed so that I was pressed up tightly against the door. It felt so cold on my bare flesh in those first moments, as I arched back against him, trying to show him how much I wanted him. He pulled my head back and took my ear into his mouth, gently nibbling, while at the same time nudging at my legs so I would spread them a bit wider. 

But I was so incredibly excited, so ridiculously wet, that, engorged as he was, I couldn't feel him the way I usually could. I tried squeezing around him more tightly, but he must have realized this at the same moment. He pulled out and then, almost before I could feel the loss, he filled my ass. With all that wetness, he slid in quickly, as though I had already been well-greased. Which I suppose I had. 

I cried out unselfconsciously with pleasure and pushed against him, getting him in even deeper. I couldn't have held my tongue even if I had cared to at that point 

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Oh, so good." I hoped the room was full, that they all could hear, could know what he was doing to me. Getting them off that way would just be one more gift I could give him.

And when he teasingly whispered to me, "Care to rethink that answer now? Isn't this what you really wanted all along?" I cried, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"



Tie Me Up, Tie You Down



I can tell that you aren't really sure if you want to do this or not, but I find it's easier to get you to say yes with your cock in my mouth, so I lean down and take you all the way between my lips, and lick you, up down, circle my tongue around the head of your cock and suck softly, stroking your balls lightly with my fingertips, taking you all the way into my throat. "Come on, sug, please? I just want to try it..." "Fuck, yeah, okay." 

I make you lay down full length on the bed and tie you, hand and foot to the bedposts. Not so tight you can't move - you could get loose if you wanted to - but you know I want to do everything. I can hear you ask what the hell I'm doing as I leave the room for a sec, but really it's only change into the new lingerie I bought this afternoon - a black lace shelf bra that's slightly too small so my tits are straining against it, matching thong and thigh highs, plus black spike heels that I don't ever usually wear. By the look on your face when I get back, I can see you don't mind so much. 

I straddle you on the bed, and you can feel how wet I am already through my panties, but I'm not going anywhere near your cock yet - just leaning over to kiss you, putting my tits in your face and pinching my already hard nipples, moving down your body a little and licking your nipples, planting little tiny kisses on every inch of exposed skin. My ass is backed up all the way against your dick now, and I can feel you pushing against me slightly, so I get up and move down between your legs, kissing and licking my way up from your ankles. You're squirming, so I think it kinda tickles, but I don't care. My mouth is close enough to your shaft that you can feel my breath on it, and I can see pre cum already on the tip - I lean over and lick it off quickly and hear you groan way back in your throat. 

You want me to suck you, but I'm not ready yet - I lean over instead and lick your balls gently, taking them into my mouth and sucking on them softly, and then lick one big lick all the way up to the head of your dick. Still not ready to go down on you yet, but I kneel between your legs, spread my legs and brace myself against your thighs, pushing my panties to the side. I'm so wet that my fingers slide easily over my clit and all the way up into my pussy, then I lean over and stick my fingers in your mouth - then back to rub those little circles on my clit. I'm pretty much ignoring you now, concentrating on getting myself off, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit hard and I start to come, but stop then - I want to wait for you. 

Climbing back up on you, I slide down on you once, quickly, then back off, just enough for you to feel how wet I am, and I lean over and kiss you again, bite your neck. Turning around and sticking my ass in the air so my pussy is close to your face, but not close enough for you to do anything about it, I take your cock in my mouth again, all the way, and suck you slowly, long strokes up and down, never letting the head out of my mouth, tasting myself on you, which only makes me wetter and I feel my cunt dripping on you. Stroking you with my hands and my tongue, licking little tiny licks all around the head, the underside... I sit up slightly, strip off my bra and take your dick between my tits - it's a little awkward but it works - you're wet enough that you slide between them easily and I can still lick you while you fuck me - though I guess I'm fucking you, aren't I? Your breathing changes and I know you want to come soon - so do I. 

I get up, straddle you, still facing away and guide your cock into my ass a little at a time, using the other hand to rub my clit again - I'm so wet for you - and start to ride you slowly, then a little faster, bouncing up and down on your dick, faster, rubbing my clit, and I'm so close and fucking you so hard. I feel your hands on my hips, pushing me down while you thrust up into me and it hurts and it's so fucking good, and I scream your name as I come and you're coming too, so hard that I can feel you emptying inside me. I stay there, loving the way you feel, the way you sound... 

Lifting up off of you, I lay down beside you with one leg across yours, an arm across your chest and your arm around me, laugh and ask you if it was worth the wait? Your smile is all the answer I need.