0 comments/ 6952 views/ 0 favorites Imaginary Friends 01 By: quotidian02 01: SATURDAY She stirs, stretches and wakes. I watch her closely. Her eyes open to find mine staring straight into hers. She smiles and we kiss. Are you ready? Yes. Yes what? I am ready. What are you ready for? I am ready to prove my dedication and commitment to our relationship. Will you do everything I say without question or hesitation? Yes, I will do whatever you say: try me, test me; you'll see that I mean what I say. Then let's start the day with some coffee. You'll find the makings in the kitchen. While the coffee perks, open all of the curtains so the sun can shine in. She slides out of bed and reaches for a robe. You only need to wear your panties. She smiles. I love the way her ass twitches as she walks and turns the corner. The dark skin, smooth and curved, outlines the white of her panties. I am hard again, thinking of everything this day would hold for me. My hands itch to take my cock but I hold them over my head. My back arches and I squirm but I do not lower my hands. Linda returns with two mugs of coffee and I sit up. She stands next to the bed and I run my hand all over her. With the flat of my palm, I gently rub across her ass, feeling the curves and mounds held beneath the gentle stretch of her panties. My hand drops down runs along the inside of her thigh and then up to her pussy, which was already soft. She rubs her clit against my palm. While my hands roam her body we sip coffee and talk of the upcoming day. I want to try the new museum. Then we can go out for lunch. That's a good start for the day anyway. After that, we can just sort of play it by ear. But for now, I want another cup of coffee. She gathers up the cups and heads off to the kitchen. I can tell by her walk that she is really getting into the mood. She returns with two cups, but I tell her she has to blow me while I have second cup. I pull down the cover and my hard cock bounces into sight. She bends down and takes me into her mouth. Remember, I want to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow all of my cum. ______________________________________________________________________________ I have to take my hands away and grip my thighs. My panties have slid down to my ankles and I kick them off. My cock twitches and jumps as the orgasm retreats back down my cock. I tickle my balls and a brief spurt of precum slips out. That was my first run up to the edge an orgasm. But I need to take a break. I dress again and my cock subsides, softens, and shrinks. This time, I put the cage back on. Dressed only in those tight panties, I go to the kitchen and wash the dishes. By the time, the last dish is dried, my mind has left that house, that weekend. Now it is time to return. Leaving the cage on, I go back to my easy chair, lean back and pull my legs up. I press the soles of my feet together and my legs are spread wide. I run my hands over my thighs and compressed cock. Then I return to Linda. ______________________________________________________________________________ I explode into her soft but electric mouth. Her tongue presses up against the underside of my cock. She holds my balls with one hand. With three intense spasms, I empty my balls and she takes it all. She slips me out of her mouth, looks up at my eyes and swallows. Then she starts to lick me, running her tongue over my cock as my orgasm slowly calms down. I'd forgotten that I have a coffee cup in my hand. I gulp down what's left and say let's go take a shower. We go together and embrace under the streams of hot water. The sound of the water and the second cup of coffee have made me want to piss. I turn off the water and tell her to kneel. Hold up your breasts. I'm going to piss on them. She turns her head and I let loose a stream of yellow piss. It splashes against her breasts and then runs down her body to finally drip off her pussy hair. I aim the stream for her nipples, which harden. When I'm finished, I turn the water back on and Linda gets to her feet. I turn her around and reach under her arms. After rubbing soap into a lather in my hands, I begin to wash her. Her black hair is plastered to her head and the white soap foam stands out against her darker skin. I kiss her neck as I slip my hands all over her front. Her pussy gets a particularly long scrubbing. Then she squirms around in my arms so I can scrub her back. She presses into me and slips easily against my skin, snuggling her breasts against me. Her shoulders and back are first and then my hands drop to her ass. With open palms, I scrub her ass. Then I run my finger down the crack between her cheeks. She squirms as my fingers brush across her asshole. Then I tell her it is time for her to wash me. You are to use your hands to wash my arms and legs. However, I want you to use only your breasts to wash me down to my waist. Then I want you to use only your face. She kneels and reaches between my knees with soapy hands. My cock dangles right in front of her face. Despite my recent orgasm, I felt a stirring again. She encircles my leg with her hands and runs her palms up and down as thought stroking a giant hard cock. She pauses to add more soap to her hands and scrubs the other leg. When she stands to wash my arms, she traces her fingers over my soft cock once, but that is enough to make me shiver. She then rubbed soap against her breasts until a lather of sorts dripped off them. And she swung them against me, sometimes pushing hard so I could feel her hardening nipples and sometimes softly, sliding just her nipples back and forth. She slips behind me and starts in on my back, holding on with her hands and slithering against me in the slippery soapiness. Then she finally sinks back down to her knees and rubs her cheeks against my cheeks. Then her forehead against my lower spine and she raises her face so the tip of her nose runs over my asshole. She snuggles her whole face into the slippery mass between my legs and ass cheeks. I turn and she rubs her face against my ever-increasing cock. Sliding against her cheeks and eyes, my cock reaches full extension. She stands and we rinse off together. I tell her to leave the shower and lay out our clothes for the day. She is not to put them on but wait for me. I tell her to dress all in white, and I will wear jeans and a tea shirt. I watch through the steamy glass while she dries herself and leaves the room. When I am dry and with the towel wrapped around my waist, I go to the bedroom. She has her white stockings, panties and bra, along with the sheers white dress, laid out on the bed next to my jeans and shirt. I make her dress me first. She kneels to put my feet into my jeans, but I move very slowly. I love dangling right in front of her face. Eventually, she pulls up my jeans and sets them around my waist. Then she stands to tuck my cock into the pants. When she has finished and I am fully dressed, I step back to watch her. I tell her to start with the stockings. She lifts her foot up onto the bed and slips the toe of the stocking over her foot. By lifting her leg, she gives me an excellent view of her pussy: from the side, outlined against the skin of her other thigh, its gentle slope fully exposed. Soon, she gives a little knee bend to settle the legs of her panties, snug against her mons. During all of this, her breasts have hung free, shifting and bouncing freely. Now, she lifts her bra and settles her breasts in the cups. She drops the dress over her head but it is so thin that it covers little of her. Technically, she is dressed, but realistically, she's dressed only in her underwear. I make her walk across the room and she is very sexy. I tell her to press her thighs together as she walks. It makes her ass twitch in the most beguiling manner. _____________________________________________________________________________ By now, my cock is painful against the stiff and strong elastic panties. It can barely get hard, pressing out against the cage. My hands rub over it with abandon, but it's all futile. I grip the front of the cage and lower the waist strip. My cock tumbles out and springs to full erection. I remove the cage and take my cock in hand. Sensations shoot out from the tip of it and slither their way down to my balls. The little flap of nerves and skin under the tip seep electricity that accumulates at the base of my cock. Precum almost jumps from tip. There is no way I'm going to last through the weekend with Linda, unless I try one of my tricks. Oral gel. Maximum strength. This is a 20% Benzedrine solution is a gentle cream that effectively numbs any skin it comes into contact with. I carefully smear it on my tip and that special flap of skin only. This way, I can continue to play with myself, continue in the clearest of dreams, without moving any closer to ruining it all with an orgasm. ______________________________________________________________________________ Let's go to the museum. It's a small but high quality museum with about twelve rooms for expressionists and Americana. There is even a sketch by Rembrandt. Naturally, there is also a small café and a gift shop. We park in the crowded lot and begin out walk. I slow things down at this point so I can savor each bump and wiggle of her walk across the lot. Some people notice her but they do not stop since they are already on their way out. The guard at the door however, stares greedily and openly. Linda and I walk straight at him and so I know he can see all of her. I know she knows it to. We stop to ask him how much the entry fee is. Linda blushes but waits quietly. I pay at the door and we go in. The front lobby is dominated by a large picture of some naked women trying to push a satyr into a lake. We stand in front of it to give everyone in the room a long view of her back side. I ask and she tells me that she can feel the eyes upon her: some caressing each cheek, others trying to pry her legs apart. She tells me she likes it; she's getting wet and wide feeling their eyes on her. Her nipples visibly poke out from her bra. Slowly we mount the stairs and a museum guard follows us. Two more joined him as we moved through the museum. We meander down to the coffee shop and I select a table outside on the patio. The sun erases what little covering her dress gave her. The group of museum guards sat behind me so they could see Linda's breasts. She tells me that they are staring at her and I ask her if she likes it. Yes, very. Sit up straighter. She does. After we finish lunch, we leave, and they leave with us. This time, they get in front of us by the door and watch from the front as Linda walks towards them. They do not try to hide their leering. We walk slowly through the parking lot to our car. The boys stay with us, trailing slightly behind. As we pull out of the parking lot, Linda lowers her window and blows them a kiss. ___________________________________________________________________________ I am now furiously pulling at a cock that shrinks in my hand. The benzocaine has done its work and my cock is completely numb. I cover it again with lotion and continue stroking and dreaming, waiting for feeling to return. I wrap my fist around it and twist my hand back and forth. There is only a little feeling if I grab hard enough. Soon, I am rubbing my palm over a soft and lotion covered cock. Now I will have lots of time to dream. I put my hands over my head and return to Linda. ____________________________________________________________________________ I pull into a pharmacy parking lot on the way back to our place. You will need to go in and buy three things we'll need tonight: some KY jelly, two condoms and a package of enemas. I tell her she will have to ask for the enemas at the pharmacy counter. I wait in the car while she goes in. I watch her ass as she disappears through the doors. Her panties switch and shift. She emerges a few minutes later, walking rapidly and carrying a small paper bag. Did you get them? She nods yes. Tell me about it. Everyone in the store knew immediately that something was up when I entered. The workers all stared. One boy's mouth was hanging open. I went straight up to one of them and asked where the condoms and KY Jelly were on display. He could barely speak, but he got out "Isle Seven." I got the condoms and jelly, and then headed for the pharmacy counter at the back. It was slightly raised and the pharmacist as staring at me and I met his eyes. I stared at him staring at me as I walked up to the counter. When I asked for enemas, I thought he was going to bust. I could feel the intensity of their eyes on me as I walked out of the store. Just for fun, I paused to look at some nail polish. Did you like it? I was so hot that I'm surprised I didn't have an orgasm just walking. I really wanted to lift my skirt but I didn't want to get in trouble. I tell her to pull her skirt up to her waist. I touch her pussy; its warmth and wet had soaked through the material. We are a hazard on the road because I keep looking at her panties and how they tuck in between her legs. Still we made it. As we come up to the front door, I tell her to kiss me, passionately and hard. She presses up against me; I lower my hand to grab her ass; a car goes by. Then we enter. _____________________________________________________________________________ I test my cock again and there is still no feeling. Lifeless, as though belonging to someone else. __________________________________________________________________________ I tell her to make us some drinks. I'd like a red wine mixed with effervescent water. She mixes herself a straight scotch and a glass of water. I place a stool in front of the couch, across from the windows. Then, I just drank in the sensuous shape and movement of watching her from behind. She tosses off the scotch and brings me my wine. She sits on the stool and I sit across from her on the couch. I tell her to tell me a dirty story, some fantasy. She says I am standing with my lover at a busy street corner. There is enough foot traffic that a sizeable crowd develops before the light changes to walk. He tells me to cross the street and wait until the light changes. Once I cannot cross the street until the next light change, he has told me to remove my dress. I am wearing a simple sundress over sexy lingerie and high heels. So, I stand among strangers, on a street corner and pull my dress up and over my head. It takes people a few minutes to realize that I am standing there in matching bra, panties and stockings. Most of the people on the other side are staring at me to as the light changes. I walk straight towards the other side in front of a line of stopped cars. There must be over 20 people walking towards me as my breasts quiver with each step. I get to the other side and he holds out his hand to take the dress from me. And now, the bra. I can't believe what I just heard but a part of me, a strong part, wants to be so sexy as to excite an entire crowd. With passer-bys staring at me, I unhook my bra, shrug it off, and hand it to him. He tells me to go do the same routine but this time remove my panties since I don't have a dress. I have to wait a moment before the light changes, but then I walk across, in only my panties, in front of an entire intersection of people, among a crowd crossing the street. And this is when I start to enjoy it. As I watch others watching me, drawing the attention of so many people, and I get instantly wet and wide. I step out of my panties. The only way to do this is not to cringe. So, I stand up straight, hiding nothing, as I wait for the lights to turn. And then I walk as though I were fully dressed, breasts swaying and bouncing. I fear I might have an orgasm in the middle of this intersection. I am almost crazed with lust and embarrassment by the time I get back to him. He gives me back my clothes and I dress again, right there on the street corner, under many staring eyes. ______________________________________________________________________________ The lotion that I put on my cock has dried and thickened into a sticky mess. So, I shower. The water runs down my body, making my blood readjust itself and my cock slowly falls. It is still dead numb as I wash it clean of lotion. By the time I step out of the shower, it has gone completely quiet and limp. I can feel a tightness in my balls but there is only one way to let it out. I dress again in a tee shirt but this time the panties are looser. They are still made of cotton and so make an orgasm impossible. Even so, my cock is not pushed against my abdomen and it can move more freely. I go back to my chair and run my fingertips across my cock and balls. There is a little stirring, so still touching myself, I return to the dream. ______________________________________________________________________________ That is quite a story and she blushes. Is it a true story? No, it is the dream I use to masturbate. The afternoon is gone and the sun sinks out of the sky. Shadows begin to build in the corners. I want to show you of some more and I turn on a lamp right next to her. Sitting on the stool next to the lamp, she is the most illuminated thing in the room, making her easily visible from the road outside. I put some slow music on the stereo. Please dance for me. She slides off the stool and starts to sway. She has both her hands joined behind her head and under her hair. She slowly sways her hips and slides her hands down her neck. She begins to touch herself all over. She drapes her fingers along the sides of her breasts, than down to spread across her belly. Then down again, along her hips. Then back up. As she dances, I can see that she is getting excited. Her nipples have hardened and poke out the front of her shirt. While she dances, my eyes roam all of her body. The sheer dress makes it seem as though she is dancing half naked. The doorbell rings. She looks around startled. I ordered Chinese for dinner when we first got back. That's the delivery guy. Go get our supper. There is money on the table. Her hair is tousled from dancing and she is obviously aroused. Stand up tall and let him look all he wants to. I follow to watch. The delivery man's eyes pop out when she answers the door. His mouth doesn't fall open; it sort of slowly slips opens. Linda smiles at him and spins. She then hands him the money and tells him to keep the tip. The door shuts in his face. We smile into each other's eyes. We eat by candlelight. The shadows are so soft on your face. Umber blushes beneath your eyes. I love the line of your jaw and how it slides down onto your shoulder. Turn your face to the candle. Your eyes glint in the light. And the line from your jaw now flows into, not your shoulder but your breasts. Full and firm in the light. Please stand. There, the entire flow of your body runs up from your foot and leg, encased in white stockings. The straight line made by the lacy ends of the hose contrasts with the curves around it. The white curve of your panties enhances the general shape of your loins by slightly opposing them. Where your flesh curves out, the stretchy white material curls in. The shadows that hide your belly begin beneath your breasts. The shadows accumulate there into mystery, which angles downward. That obscurity and mystery calls to me. I stand behind you and lean gently into you. I put my hand under your arm and flat upon your belly. I smell the nape of your hair as I glide my hand from beneath your breasts to the top of your mons. Your hips press back against me. Come, stand in the light. I lead her into the middle of the room, just in front of the windows. She is standing so she can see us reflected in the window. I am behind her with both of my hands crossed on her belly. I slide them slowly down to pinch the hem of her dress in my fingers. Then I slowly raise them, pulling the dress up past her knees, her panties, and finally over her head. I keep rubbing her with my hands, now even more revealed without the gauzy obscurity of her dress. She can feel my hands unhook her bra and she can see the cups separate from her flesh. I lower the straps down her arms and the bra fall to the floor. Standing there, only in her panties, my hands running all over her body. Any one going down the street has a clear view of her. She arches her back and twists her head to kiss me. I turn her and we enter into a fierce embrace. I can smell her sex. You know what happens next. No, I don't. Now I want to enter you. I want to enter you everywhere. I want you completely. I get the enemas from the bag. Prepare yourself for one of these but don't administer it. You'll find a large syrnge. Kneel on the bed, ass in the air and insert this. But, don't push the plunger. I'll be up soon. I watch her ass twitch across the room under her white lace panties as she enters the bed room. Imaginary Friends 01 I go to the bar and pour myself a neat scotch. I want to give her enough time. But not too much time. When I enter she is sitting as I told her, supporting the enema with her finger tips. How do you feel? Embarrassed, excited. I reach out and gently push the plunger on the enema. She groans softly. Open up, open and let the fluid in. Relax and let in all the way in. Yes. Only a bit more and there. Now. Clench yourself closed while I remove the enema. Her groan is more like a moan. Two minutes. Don't let go; hold it. I rub her ass and run a thumb along the lips of her pussy. She moans again. Okay, one minute to go. Get on the toilet but don't let go until I tell you to. And don't shut the door. She scrambles out of the room. At exactly two minutes, I tell her to let it out. There is a explosion a of water and gas from the bathroom. Then I hear the toilet paper roll being moved. Soon she appears in the door way, naked and blushing. I am still fully dressed and we have to wait 20 minutes or so for the second enema. I tell her to undress me. She kneels at my feet and begins with my shoes. Then my socks. She rises to her knees and unbuckles my trousers. These fall down easily. My cock strains against the material of my shorts, but she does not touch me. She runs the tips of her breasts against me as she stands to unbutton my shirt. When she slips it off my shoulders, she sucks and licks at my nipples. Finally she pulls out the waist band of my shorts and my cock pops out rigid and straining. ______________________________________________________________________________ There is feeling back in my cock now. I can feel the pressure of my fingers. So, I slip off my panties and lightly touch my cock and balls. Just gently brushing my finger tips, up and down. The tingling has returned to the most sensitive spots: the tip, at the base, and my balls. My cock begins to harden again. ______________________________________________________________________________ Kneel and put me in your mouth. She drops and opens her mouth. The scent of her excitement rises up to me as she takes my cock by the base and puts the tip into her mouth. First she sucks and then runs her tongue around the tip. And then sucks again with the tip of her tongue tapping at the flap of skin just below the tip. Thrills of pleasure run through me. The rest of the world disappears from my mind and my sole focus is in the sensation of her tongue and lips. I growl as she slides her mouth down my shaft, burying more and more of me in her mouth. My balls tighten as the pleasure from her warm and wet mouth cascades down my cock. Just as I begin to think that I might have to stop her, she pulls back and lets my shaft drop out of her mouth. She then licks me with just the tip of her tongue. Time for the second one. Give this one to yourself. She clambers up onto the bed, kneels and puts her head down on the mattress. Hr ass sticks up in the air, exposing her pussy and asshole. She reaches back and pushes the enema into herself while I watch. She slowly pushes the plunger down. Do you like it? She smiles. My cock twitches in the air. At two minutes, I let her go. While I hear the second enema splashing out of her, I fill the first one with KY jelly. When she returns, she doesn't look embarrassed. She clambers back up on the bed, kneeling with her head on the mattress and her ass in the air. Spread your legs. Her pussy is perfectly framed by the back of her legs. I reach out and run a single finger tip along her labia. She squirms and they drop open, revealing the pink convolutions narrowing down to the entry into her vagina. I place the tip of my cock at the center and push. I watch as it slides into her. She moans as I slowly push in all the way. I slowly start to move in and out. Once a slow and gentle rhythm gets established, I take the enema with KY in it. Her asshole is right in front of me as she moves her hips in time to my thrusts into her pussy. I place the tip against her and she gasps a little bit. Then I slide it slowly in. The plunger slowly injects the jelly into her ass. Both of us stop moving while I press the plunger. There is a little jelly left when I remove the enema, so I squirt it on to my fingers. We've started moving again but not much, just sort of gently rocking as I insert my index finger into her ass. I can feel my cock in her pussy. Then I put my thumb in, slowly relaxing her. She starts to press back against me, but I cannot tell if she is pressing back for my cock or my thumb. One last time. Are you ready? I withdraw my cock from her pussy and lay it across her asshole itself. Pushing down with my hand and in with my hips and the tip of my cock pops in. She groans. Is it good? Yeesssss. Push back against me and take all of it into you. She slowly impales herself on my cock: a little in and less out; a bit more in and then less out. Slowly her ass relaxes and takes me into her. When I am about half way in, she starts to cum. Screaming, shaking orgasms, one after another. She stops orgasming only once I am fully inside her and her as cheeks press against my abdomen. I can now move in and out fully and so I start moving towards an orgasm myself. She reaches up between her legs and strokes my balls as they hang down. That starts my own orgasm as the spasms of pleasure move out of my balls, gather at the base of my cock, and then leap to the tip. Once the pleasure is there, the orgasm slips into spurting mode. With great pleasure at each surge, the cum flows up an out of my cock. She is pulsing too, pushing me deeper into her. Neither of us moves even after the spasms and screams have stopped. Eventually, I pull out of her and we fall over together. Our breathing slows. She pulls the covers up over us. It is dark and warm next to her. Tomorrow, I want something special from you. She doesn't respond. I want you to control me the way I have controlled you. This is what I want. Seriously. I want to prove my love for you the way you showed me your commitment today. Let me be for you what you were for me today. If that's what you want. It is. Go to sleep then. Imaginary Friends: Friday Night I am an onanist. That is to say, I find my sexual satisfaction through masturbation. It began when I was too poor to be with girls. Then I got good at it and began to like it. It's simple, convenient, and easy. I do miss the human part of a living sex partner: the chatting and snuggling. But at least the sex is taken care of. Now, I am not lazy nor unimaginative. I pursue an orgasm with the intention of prolonging the experience as much as possible in order to experience as strong an orgasm as possible. The more excited I become, the clearer the characters become. At the height of my excitement, the people become real, if only for a moment. No lust addled lover ever sought his love with more enthusiasm than that with which I contrive an orgasm. The good ones grip me from my neck to my ankles, my whole body thrusting with the forced of the pent up spasm. So when I begin, I strip out of my day clothes and put on a tee shirt and some panties. I like wearing panties. I like the way the stretchy material gently cups my cock and balls; I like the way I can feel the leg holes curve up my thigh. I also like them because I can stroke myself without restraint and yet without worry that I might orgasm too soon. I've found I can touch myself any way I like, but the sensations will never accumulate into an orgasm when I touch myself through the cloth. I have several kinds and I have my own panty drawer. I sort them onto three types: the very stretchy and tight ones that press my balls and cock against me; then the cotton ones with the scalloped edging and pretty colored stripes or bouquets; finally, some thin satiny ones that amplify the effect of my touch. Which ones I wear depends on how much time I have to spend with my lover. If I don't have much time, then I start with the satin ones. If I have an afternoon or evening, I'll get into the tight ones. Right now, I am wearing the tight ones: they are yellow and have stripes of lacy material across the front. They are so tight that my cock can't really get very hard. It's sort of a cage I confine myself in to start. I also have two lovers. One is blond and tall. She has large breasts, wide hips and long legs. When I am with her, I call her "Mistress" or "ma'am." My other lover is shorter and slighter. I call her Linda. She's Hispanic and has darker skin. Her black hair perfectly matches her skin and her eyes. Both girls are fit and very comfortable with their sexuality and the roles that come along with it. Let me tell you of a weekend with my lover. It is Friday night and we are meeting for the weekend. We are using some condo sort of thing with a living room, kitchen, bath, and bedroom. In the living room, There are two easy chairs, each with its own ottoman. These face a couch running along beneath a wall of windows. Outside, a fairly busy street runs past. Now I move to my lounge chair. I lean back and sit back with me feet pressed sole to sole. This spreads my legs wide. I run my thumb up from my asshole to the back of my balls. A shiver runs up through my balls. Then I rub my finger tips against the tight cotton imprisoning my cock. From the end of each finger, tingles of pleasure slowly accumulate at the bottom of my cock. I like running my hands across my ass and thighs. I reach up under my shirt and pinch each nipple. Not a lot, but just a sting. I return my hands to my lap and rub my palms up and down against my cock. I am waiting for Linda and I am mad. She told me that she fucked some guy at some party. We fought but when she knelt naked at my feet and begged me to not end our relationship, I relented. I would forgive and forget but I told her we needed to get some things clear. She needed to commit to our relationship and that entailed reserving her body for me alone. She has my body as hers alone; I need the same back. She agreed. Then I told her that I was still hurt and needed to respond somehow. I wanted to punish her and test her commitment to our relationship. She agreed. And so I am waiting for Linda and I am mad. Sometime after dinner, I hear her car arrive and I go to the window to watch her. Her legs are not long but shapely. Today she has encased them in black nylons. Her black mini-skirt does not quite hide all of the lacy tops of her stockings and they peek out as she moves. Her blouse is baggy white but thin enough to easily reveal the black bra she wears beneath it. When she stands with her small overnight bag in her hand, the texture of her bra cups outlines clearly. She walks on high heels to the door and knocks. I do not answer at first. She knocks again and I do not open it, but I answer. I tell her to turn slowly around. When her back is to me, I tell her to stop and touch her breasts. She raises her hands and cups her breasts, standing on the front door step for anyone to see. I let her in and we embrace at first, but then I hold her away from me. I tell her to clasp her hands behind her back. This pushes her breasts out prominently. I reach out and pinch one by the nipple. I feel it harden between my thumb and forefinger. Holding her so intimately and yet at such a distance embarrasses her. She blushes, which excites me. Why are you here? To be with you. To be with me, you will have to let me punish you and you will have to prove your dedication and commitment to our being together. Are you ready to do this? Yes I am. You are what? Ready. Ready for what? Ready to be punished by you and then to prove to you that I have dedicated my heart and my body to you. To prove this, I am going to need you to agree to do anything I tell you to this weekend, no matter how strange. I will not put you in any danger or hurt you. Well, at least not much. Are you willing? I agree. I pull her to me and we kiss passionately. I invite her into the living room. I sit on the couch with her bag next to me. I tell her to stand in front of me. She faces the windows. Now that it is dark, she can only see a reflection of herself. Outside, however, anyone who looks can see what she sees, but not reflected. I told you to only bring sexy clothes. Did you do this? Yes. Then tell me why you thought each piece was sexy. Start with your blouse. I thought the way it hid so much and yet revealed clear if brief glances at my bra. The short tight skirt is to show the size and shape of both my ass and my legs. The stockings highlight my legs and their shape. They also invite the eye up under my skirt. Good idea; take off your blouse and skirt. Her panties are black and have the same lacy pattern as her bra. She is right; the stockings really do work well with the rest of her. She stares at her reflection in the windows, knowing that anyone passing outside could see exactly what she sees. I open her bag and begin taking out pieces of clothing and ask her to explain why she thought they were sexy. I hold them up and she explains. The red nighty because it was very sheer and exposes me rather completely. My white panties are made of satin but have patches of lace that outline my pussy. The matching bra is cut very low, exposing a lot of my breasts. I brought a matching pair of black panties and bra. I brought a pair of stockings for each set because they make me feel like being dirty. The white dress is conservative except it is a thin cotton and easy to see through. Finally, the stretchy top clings to my breasts and the jeans are very tight. I also brought these stretchy slacks: they cling to my body like a second skin. By this time, my cock is really struggling with my panties. It presses out but the cage is strong. I have begun to ache so I feel ready to switch. I peel off the tight panties and replace them with a cotton pair, printed with small bouquets of yellow and blue flowers. These are not tight and there is more room for my cock to swell and grow. The cloth still dulls the electricity of my touch but with the room to grow, the sensitivity grows as well. I press my palm against the tip and let my fingers dangle down to my balls. I rub against my palm while my fingers tease and stroke, but only with the tips. My cock surges and hardens. I tell her she is beautiful, and she should finish stripping, right there where everyone can see her. She unsnaps her bra and shrugs it off her shoulders. Her breasts are so firm that they do not change shape very much when the release from the cups. They thin out a bit as she leans over to step out of her panties. There she stands completely naked and staring at the reflection of herself standing there in front of me. I stand and walk around her, examining her. She blushes a bit to be so naked around someone full dressed. I stand behind her and caress her breasts from behind. She worries if anyone has noticed her and I hope they have. I kiss her neck and we go into the bedroom. There are straps running under the mattress that ends in cloth shackles. I have her lay down on her back and out on the eye coverings for airplanes. I spread her feet and attach them. Her legs are now spread wide and I can see her pussy. Her arms follow and she is tied spread eagled on the bed. I walk around her, touching her occasionally. A light touch here, a pinch there, a full palm pressed against her pussy. She keeps her hair and trims it into a neat triangle. She knows I don't like shaved pussy. For your punishment, I want you to tell me all about it. Everything. I hate the thought that he might have secrets with you. I want to know it all. While talking I have separated a single pubic hair with my fingers. I have wrapped one around my finger. We were at his house. She squeals as I pull out the hair. What were you wearing? Jeans and a tee shirt. I'm slowly twisting another hair around my finger. What underwear? Just a white bra and panties. Which? The bikinis that have the scalloped edge and the... ahhhh, as I pull out another hair...little bow. Why were you at his house? We went there to get his guitar. Who touched who first? He touched me. He touched my breasts and tried to kiss me. I usually let him play with my breasts. Ow, another hair. But I would never let him below my waist. He wanted it so bad. He'd been wanting it so bad for so long. This time I didn't stop him. He put his hand down my pants and I didn't move at all. So he took all my clothes off. Another squeek and another hair. Did you help him. No. Did you take his clothes off? No, he stripped himself. When he lay back down next to me and began to kiss my neck, I could feel how hard he was, resting against my leg. Did you touch him? Yes, once, to put him inside me. Ah, as I yank another hair. I was dry and unhappy, so it didn't work very well. What do you mean? He couldn't keep hard. So I offered to blow him instead. Ahhh, as I pull another hair. Were you standing or lying down? Lying down. Another hair. Did you touch him or only let him into your mouth? I held him while I sucked him. Did he cum in your mouth? Ouch; another hair. Yes. Ow. Did you swallow his cum? No. Then you will swallow mine from this moment onwards. I twirled another hair around my finger. Yes. Yes what? Yes, I will let you cum in my mouth and I will swallow your cum. I let go of the hair. I tell her she had betrayed me with her body, and she would need to show her commitment to us with her body. I tell her that she has to do everything I tell her to do all weekend long. I ask if anyone has ever had sex with her ass. Her nipples hardened as I speak. I pinch one and she squirms. No. You like the idea? Yes. Yes what? I like the idea. What idea? The idea of having you enter my ass. You want me to fuck you up the ass? Yes. Yes what? I want you to fuck me up the ass. I put my hand on her mons. She squirms a bit more but she cannot close her legs: the straps hold her wide. Two fingers inside into her and curve upwards. I begin to stroke the spot just behind her pubis bone. It thickens and roughens almost immediately. She gasps as I begin to stroke her. I watch as the spasm ripple through her, each more convulsive and strong than the one before. Her legs begin to quiver and her hips thrust. She pants through clenched teeth, chin tucked into her chest, eyes shut tight. The quivers roll up her stomach like waves. I suddenly pull my fingers out, leaving her vagina gaping open. She opens her eyes. There is a wanton look in her eyes, almost savage in its sexual purpose. I have to take my hand away. I'm pulsing and singing with pleasure where my hand is wildly rubbing my shaft. Precum has poured out of the tip and formed a wet streak down my panty. I want to last longer so I get my cock collar. It is a thick strip of leather and two inches wide. It fits around my balls and holds them away from my body. This makes it harder to come. My balls are slick and stiff with the skin stretched to its limit. I like to use my fingers to tickle my balls. I run my finger tips lightly up my cock around the tip and back again. I shiver and feel my balls tighten against the collar. I stand at her feet, where she can look down the length of her helpless and bound body and watch me undress. I pull my shirt over my head and see her eyes light up with desire as I sling it into a chair. Then my trousers. When I stand with them in my hands, her eyes do not stray from the bulge under my shorts. I pull out the waistband and my cock pops out, stiff and ready. I loosen the straps and untie her. She rolls over and kneels, sticking her pussy and ass into the air. My cock slips into her easily. She shudders and purrs as I first enter her. Soon, I am driving into her again and again, harder and harder. She continues to get wider and wetter as I slide in and out. My orgasm grows with hers and we end grinding against each other, groaning and rubbing. I flood her as her pussy contracts in spasms that like me. Even my toes are dug in and curled as I spasm into her. She holds herself against me until both our breathing subside. We flop over into a spoon with me still inside her. I reach over her shoulder and cup her breast. I'm glad you're back. I'm glad to be back too. Then I turn out the light and we drift off to sleep together.