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Taming of the Stalker

By: QueenMarieXXX



Brief Acknowledgements

This story was an experiment by me and my patient and amazing husband. We wrote it together, in collaboration, just for ourselves, and both liked it so much that we wanted to put it up somewhere so others could appreciate it too. Although we both wish to remain nameless, I want to give him credit for most of the material from the male perspective, and some from the female. Thanks again, honey. Remember, you can never escape...

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Thursday, Evening, the Stalker

I'm standing outside your room, looking through your window, which is open a few inches to let in the cool, night air. I'm wearing camouflaged clothes and hiding in the nearby trees, and I hope that's enough to keep me from being seen. You aren't back yet, and I'm beginning to worry. Usually you are back by now. I've watched and studied your every move for several weeks now. You always go to your night class, pick up something to eat and come back to your room.

A few more minutes go by. I start thinking of leaving before I am discovered, but suddenly the door opens and in you trot, your bag over your shoulder and a styrofoam container and a soft drink bottle in your hands. You put the food and drink down on your desk, put the bag down next to it, then you stretch and sigh contentedly, just glad to be home and comfortable.

You sit down at the desk and open the food container. You take out what appears to be a chicken strip and take a bite. You make a face, as if you are unhappy with the taste, but you finish the food anyway. You then stand and throw the container somewhere out of sight, presumably a wastebasket.

You then pull your shirt over your head, toss it to the laundry basket in the corner of the room, after which reaching behind you and removing your bra. As your tits come free I immediately feel my dick stiffen. I step a little closer to the window and, snap! A twig breaks under my shoe. I curse myself for having given myself away.

At the sound, you whirl around to face the window. There is a look of fear etched on that oh so kissable face, but as you stare out the window, right at me I'm sure, a predatory smile replaces the fear. You lick your lips and then you push your boobs up to give me a better look. You blow a kiss to the window, then you turn around and bend over to untie your shoes. I'm staring at your ass now. You remove your shoes and socks, revealing those dainty little feet, which you lift up one by one into my line of view. You then turn back to the window, still smiling, and pull down your jeans and finally your panties.

My eyes slide down that tight little bod. You slowly turn on the spot, giving me a nice view. You then grab a robe, a towel and your shower bag. You then fix me with those eyes of yours and say, "Don't go away, little stalker. I'll be back."

I wait. I wish I could watch you showering. I'd love to lather up that smooth skin, wash that thick hair and perhaps get a taste from your sweet snatch. The pain I'm feeling in my pants right now is unbelievable. I could probably cum in a few strokes, but I hold back. Instead, I firmly bring my mind back to that image of you washing yourself. I wonder if you masturbate in the shower. I wonder if right now your legs are spread and you're fingering yourself to orgasm. I kind of hope you are.

I don't know how much time passes, but you come back in the robe. You look toward the window and there's that wicked grin. This time, you don't pretend not to notice me. You walk right over and let the robe fall from your shoulders. You open the window just an inch or two, so I can hear you. "I'm glad you're still here, little stalker," you say. "I just spent a very hot shower thinking about you standing there, just waiting for me to come back. There was a small part of me that wondered if you'd still be here, but I knew you wouldn't leave. You couldn't resist me if you wanted to." So saying, you fondle your breasts and roll your nipples between your thumb and forefinger. "Wouldn't you just love to suck on these right now?" you ask.

You teasing little bitch, I think to myself.

You walk right up to the glass and rub your tits against it. "And that's not all you'd like to do is it?" you inquire huskily. You let a hand drift down between your legs. When it comes back up, I notice your fingers are wet. Your smile broadens as you smear your juices against the glass. "You'd like to put something down there, wouldn't you, boy? Dick or tongue... You could probably give me quite a pounding..." I cannot believe the agony I'm in.

"But I've had a long day," you say. "I'm going to get some rest. Oh, one last thing, when you cum, don't rupture your dick. Good night now." You kiss the window, slam it shut and lock it, turn around, and climb into bed. I can imagine your contented sigh as you pull your blankets over yourself and get settled.

Friday, Evening, the Victim

I let go of the robe and it falls from my shoulders. I sigh as I feel the soft cloth caress me as it slides down my back, over my ass, and heaps up on the floor. I flip my damp hair out of my face and wonder if you're watching me right now. I stand in front of the mirror, the window is behind me, and I imagine you can see my back and the round swell of my ass as I step aside to give you a clearer view of my reflection. I can't see if you're there, because it's raining and the mist and the trees obscure my view, but I hope you are. I reach over to the bed and pick up the silky pink bra and panties I bought just for this day, the day I've been waiting for. It's a perfect spring evening, and I have days stretching ahead of me with no classes and plenty of time.

I can't help but giggle a little in excitement as I feel the silky thong sliding up my thighs, the lacy bra cupping my tits and lifting them up to kissing level. Underwear secured, I reach over and slide the slinky black mini-dress over my head, its tight fit hugging my curves and the skirt barely covering my thighs and ass completely. I bend over and glance at the mirror, knowing if you were standing close enough to the window, you could get a flash of thong. I make it easier by slipping into the I-dare-you boots with the skyscraper heels that I never wear normally, but this is a special occasion. I begin to walk toward the door, then glance over my shoulder and sigh. "Damn, I forgot my phone. Oh well... it's only going to be a short walk anyway." I stroll out of the dorm and into the rainy night, with no phone and no way to call for help.

As I leave the well-lit courtyard in front of my building and walk to a darker street lined with trees, I feel cold rainwater sliding down over my skin, making the black mini-dress cling to me and dripping over my thighs and down my cleavage. My nipples are hard, and I feel a warm dampness between my thighs. I shiver a little, but not from the cold. I just heard the rustling of leaves behind me and what sounded like a foot scraping against grass. I know you're following me, and I walk a little faster. You can't get too close yet. Still, I try to seem oblivious, though I suspect you know my game. Or at least, you think you do. Even after last night's adventure, you could not possibly know the surprises I have in store for my favorite little stalker.

The Stalker

I wonder very much what your game is as I follow you from a distance. I'm not sure, but I think you might be luring me into some kind of trap. I would love to think I'm following you unawares, but I think we both know better. You're too well dressed for this to be a random walk out in the rain. The little mini-skirt that reveals so much, the pink bra and panties and those boots. All very sexy. You are a wonder to behold.

You glance over your shoulder and see me. You grin and wave and begin to run. I speed up as well, staying right with you as you climb a hill topped by two large oak trees. The branches provide a natural canopy from the elements and you stop. I can see your nipples through the little dress. The rainwater has caused it to stick to you and it's kind of like a wet t-shirt effect.

You lean back against one of the trees and fondle your boobs. You reach down with one hand and I see your fingers start pumping in and out of a very wet pussy. Your lips part and you moan softly. "If you want a taste, you'd better come get it."

I walk the rest of the way up the hill till I'm right next to you. "Listen baby. I know the ground's a little damp here, but you're going to kneel and kiss the tops of my boots to show respect. After all, you did just invade my privacy, and now it's pay-up time. There's, ooh sooooooo nice, no mud here and the ground's not that bad. Do it now. Go on."

I kneel down in front of you and kiss the tops of your boots as you have instructed. You then remove your hand from your soaking cunt and present it to me. I lick your fingers and you smile.

You use your other hand to reach between my legs and find my rock-hard prick. "Oh my, is this for me?" You ask quietly. "He's pretty big." You give me a couple strokes and quickly pull your hand back. "Not just yet, my dear," you say with a soft chuckle. "You don't get off that easily."

The Victim

I can hardly believe how good this feels, standing over you and watching you kneeling there in frustration before me. You are like something out of one of my wildest dreams, made real. I take your hand and help you up to your feet. "If you want me, you're going to have to do things my way. I know it may be hard for you at first-" I smirk at my double entendre— "but in the end, this will be so much nicer for both of us. Now follow me. I have something to show you that I think you'll enjoy."

I let go of your hand and start walking down the other side of the hill, knowing you're scrambling to keep up. I can hear your footsteps behind me and it makes me so want to stop and let you have your way with me, but I can't. Not yet.

We're back out in the rain, and I squeal a little as the cold water splashes in my face and over my body. I start running, and you're right behind me. We're headed toward a lit parking garage, and I can hear hesitation in your footsteps as we come nearer to the lights. "Don't worry," I say, glancing back. "Once we get inside, no one will see us. Just come around behind the building and meet me on the lowest level. I'll find you, just hang tight and wait for me."

You shear off and start around in a different direction so as not to be seen by any potential witnesses. I keep walking fast, trying ostensibly to stay out of the rain, but also not wanting to give you too much of an opportunity to slip away. I'm lucky tonight; no one's around. I slide under the concrete roof of the garage and start down the ramp, knowing you'll be on the lowest level where I told you to be. You have come too close to getting this prize, and I know you won't miss this opportunity if you can help it.

I find you lurking near one of the support pillars, and can't help but grin. You couldn't have picked a better spot.

"You look so sinister standing there," I say. "Just stay right there so I can get a good look at you. In fact," I say, reaching under the dress and pulling out a digital camera, "I think I want to keep this memory forever." I shoot a picture, and the flash picks up your shadowed image, face obscured but definitely there. "I've always had this crazy fantasy where someone like you is watching me, wanting me so bad he can almost taste it," I continue, sliding the tiny camera into my bra again. "I imagine all the things I could do to drive you completely wild."

I look you up and down for a moment, then dart away and motion for you to wait as I make my way toward my car. It's on the other side of the building, parked near another support column. I'm glad I got this obscure spot, because it's the perfect place to slip out of this cold, wet mini-skirt and into something else without you seeing.

When I come back, I'm dressed in an honest-to-goodness costume. I'm in high-heeled, silver-buckled combat boots and a tight, sexy approximation of a police uniform. I smile and slide a hand slowly down your chest and over your stomach, coming to that awesomely-large prick of yours again. "I see that you're carrying a concealed weapon. Is it loaded? Hmm, I think I already know the answer to that."

I pull you away from the pillar and into a tight embrace, my arms sliding around you and my body pressing up against yours. My mouth finds yours, and your tongue snakes between my lips as they open up to you. The kiss lasts for what seems like hours, and you start rubbing up against me, your breathing harsh and fast. I pull away quickly, keeping a hold of your wrist.

"If your head wasn't so clouded up right now," I breathe in your ear, "you'd probably be wondering why I'm wearing this. You see, the reason is simple."

I see the realization start to come over your face as I show you the very real handcuffs on my belt. I slip one over the arm I'm holding, then slide around behind you and pull the other arm with you until I have both your wrists secured. "You see," I say, standing so close behind you that my boobs are pressing against your back, "I'm going to have to arrest you. You're a very bad man, and you need to be punished. Still, by the way your pulse is racing and the fact that you're not resisting me-as if you could-I think you might enjoy it. Eventually. But first, you'll learn that you can't just expect to get a free peep show whenever you feel like it, baby. There's always a price, and like I said before, it's time for you to pay up."

I tug on the chain and turn you around, bending you over my car. I start patting you down, which I have a feeling you were expecting. You even spread your legs for me. I slide my hands over your stomach, your chest, between your legs and give that throbbing cock of yours a single squeeze before I move on, finding your keys, phone and a few other items in your pockets. "I'll have to confiscate these, of course," I say, taking them quickly off your hands. "It wouldn't be fair if you got to keep your phone and I didn't, now, would it? Don't worry, you won't need these binoculars or this camera. You'll have plenty to see very soon, and you might even be able to keep some pictures to remember me by, if you're a good little stalker."

I reach into a pocket of the costume, bringing out a small object which I don't let you see. "Also, for obvious reasons, I can't let you see where we're going, and I don't trust such rough and barbaric measures as gags and blindfolds, so I've brought something a little more pleasant." My fingers slide over the nape of your neck, a hypodermic sliding between two of my fingers and into your skin. You flinch a little, but the syringe has already unloaded its contents into your blood. "Don't worry baby, this is just a little something to calm you down so your dick doesn't explode off your body as soon as I try to take off those pants later."

I catch you as you sway slightly, the drugs already taking effect. "Sweet dreams, my love."

Your head falls against my shoulder and your eyes glaze over, then close. You had a momentary look of panic on your face right before you went to sleep, but I'm sure that will fade in time. I know you'll like the punishments I have in store for you.

Saturday, Unknown Time, The Victim

I worked hard last night, so I'm not surprised to find you already awake when I walk into the room. We're not in my dorm, since I figured you would have memorized escape routes and ways to hide there, so I have taken you to a friend's apartment off-campus. She is going on a six-week trip to England for the last half of the semester, so she told me to keep it clean and take care of it while she's gone. Her flight was scheduled to leave this morning. There is no danger of anyone else seeing us.

I find you where I left you, lying on the big king-sized bed, in the master bedroom. The windows have heavy black drapes over them, so you can't see the time of day or where we are. You're spread-eagled on the bed, lying on your back, the silk ties on your wrists and ankles keeping you still. You're dressed in an orange prison-type jumpsuit. I'm wearing nothing but a lacy black nightgown. I'm carrying a bag over my shoulder, which I notice you eyeing with apprehension.

"Don't worry," I say. "The jumpsuit is just my wicked sense of humor. I'm not going to make you my prison bitch. However, you are effectively under arrest, until I decide your sentence is complete. You understand, right?"

You nod, looking a little uncertain.

"You see," I say, "what you are doing, sneaking around and watching me, is not acceptable behavior. However, like I said earlier, it's something that I enjoy immensely. I actually just got out of a hot bathtub, thinking maybe you managed to escape and were watching me soak. I touched myself and thought about you watching me, and came so hard I almost passed out. So while you're going to be punished, your punishment is not going to involve pain, or actual jail-time. Why ruin a good thing by involving the police? No, I want you all to myself, you see. And your punishment starts right now."

I caress the lacy trim of the nightgown, letting my hand slide over one of my tits, freeing it from the cloth. I roll the nipple between my thumb and finger, and shiver as pleasure runs through me like an electric current. "We are going to have so much fun together," I say, and begin taking slow steps toward the bed.

The Stalker

I'm going to say it—I'm a little afraid. After all, I was the stalker that stood outside your window as you shamelessly did a little peep show, and now I am very much in your control. I've always had a fantasy of being tied up and made to do things for someone else, but I could never quite let myself go. And now, I'm somewhere with no escape, and no way to even check for escape routes, since I'm spread-eagled and tied down. 

I watch you pleasuring yourself, and I want to do more of those naughty wicked things for you. I hope, in the end, that I will be able to have my way with you, but I can't actually hurt you either. Hell, I waited while you showered instead of breaking in and jumping you when you came in. Such... violent measures don't really appeal to me anyway.

You climb up on the bed and straddle me. You grin down at me and slowly caress my chest with your hands. So soft, I think. You lean down and give me a raw kiss of passion, our tongues doing a furious battle for dominance. One of your hands slides down my chest and finds my cock, which is hard no doubt, and rubs it up and down for a second before returning to my chest.

"You didn't think it would end like this, did you, lover?" you say quietly. "That I would enjoy being stalked so much that I decided to turn the tables and get you in my power? You see, I knew you weren't dangerous from the beginning. The first thing I ever told you to do was wait, and you did it. No one does that, ever. And I found a way to use that to my advantage. Now we're here, in a secret location, and there's no help for you. I've got your phone and keys, and I'm not telling you where they are. Trust me though, I think this is going to be worth it for both of us. You just lie there and do as you're told, and you'll be all right."

You walk up my body with your knees and stop with your pussy right over my face. I can tell, because it smells like the scent of a woman who has had a very good time, as you said you did in the shower.

"Lick me," you say quietly, but in such a way as to let me know questioning you is not in the deal. You lower yourself over my face.

"Oh, sorry," you say with a laugh. "This nightie's sort of in the way."

You stand and lift the nightie up before straddling me again and allowing it to fall over my face so it's not between us. You then tell me again to lick, emphasizing the command as you give my dick a squeeze. I hear you chuckle quietly as I inhale shakily. My God, I wonder. Did you take denial classes or something?


Taming of the Stalker



I extend my tongue and lick up and down the outer folds. I don't want this to be a desperate thing, thereby not giving you any pleasure. I've had experience, and I use all of it to give you the best licking you've ever had. I run my tongue up and down the outer folds for a while, then slowly snake it inward, causing you to tremble above me. You moan quietly over me and say, "In deeper."

I oblige and bury my tongue deep in your snatch, licking lazily and whirling to bring you closer. As I sense the inevitable approaching, I slow down and hold you there to heighten it when it finally does happen.

"Lick me faster you bastard," you growl and rub my dick again. That does it. I start to lick furiously, and you cry out as I start to taste your secretions. I lick as quickly as I can, trying to keep up with the flow.

Finally, you climb off of me and lay down beside me, putting an arm over me.

"Mmm, baby, you do that so well... where'd you learn to do that? Oh crap, you haven't eaten since you got here. I'll be right back."

You stand up, smile at me, and hurry out the door. I'm glad you mentioned food, and I'm starving, the rumbling of my stomach attesting to that. There's nothing I can do but wait, so that's exactly what I do.

While I wait, I ponder the situation I've gotten myself into. Kidnapped and dominated by a beautiful young woman was not at all what I'd had planned. Of course, I'm glad it turned out this way, but still, I think back to what brought me to this part of the country. I'd met her years ago at a place that was, for the most part, forgotten. She was the only thing I really remember about it at all, and something about her had drawn me in like a magnet. I'd figured out, through some pretty shady means, where she was going to school and where her dorm was likely to be. After that, it was a simple matter of driving here to locate her, but what I didn't know was that she'd be ready for me. 

I wasn't sure what I would've done had this turn of events not occurred, maybe watched her, perhaps scurried back home with my tail between my legs. But that didn't happen. Instead, she suckered me in with her feminine powers and that cute but assertive way she has about her, and now, as a result, I'm tied down to a bed at a secret location with no way of escaping. I must add quickly that I probably wouldn't want to escape, even if I had the option, which she hadn't given me.

Speaking of being tied down, while these silk scarves are not really uncomfortable, I think I've been here a while. The circulation in my arms is going, and I feel the familiar pins and needles associated with limbs falling asleep. As I think about this, you come back into the room with the food tray in your hands, a cheery smile on your face.

"Um, could you please untie these scarves?" I ask. "I'm losing circulation."

"Oh dear, now that is a problem," you say. "If I were to untie you, you might think of running away or overpowering me, and I can't have that. But it has been a while, and I need you to eat-I've heard of people in these kinds of situations starving their... um, whatever I decide you are, but not I. I'd rather you not die, and I need you to keep your strength up. Still..."

You put the tray down on the dresser and pace about the room, considering. You tap your fingernails together, and suddenly seem to reach a decision.

"I'm going to situate you differently," you say. "You will be a good boy and not do anything while I work, yes?"

"Listen, I didn't even try to hurt you when we were under those trees. You think I'd do anything against your will now?"

"How true. All right."

You walk around to the side of the bed and untie the scarf connecting my left arm. When I have freedom of movement, I stretch my arm and wiggle it around a bit to wake it up. You smile, walk around to the other side of the bed and release my right arm, then my feet.

"Sit up, dear," you instruct. You retie the scarves around my feet, so that if I were to get up, I could only hobble, and tie my hands together in front of me, so I can eat comfortably, but any sudden moves will be restricted. That done, you fetch the food tray, sit it on my lap and kiss me.

"Oh, I forgot you a drink, didn't I? What would you like?"

"Hmm, Coke or tea, if you've got it."

"Back in a jiff."

You come back in a minute or so later with a cold can of Coke, already opened. "I wanted a drink," you tell me, and I nod.

As I begin to eat the fried chicken breast and mashed potatoes, you sit down next to me and brush lightly against me.

"So, why did you come here?" you ask.

"Looking for you," I say. "We never did exchange any kind of contact information, but I remembered your name."

"Stalkerish. You'd better remember you're lucky it's me. Anyone else would've called the police, and you'd be in jail. You know that, right?"

I nod. "I thought I was better at it, to be honest. But the way you looked at me, not scared, calm and together, even when you were being watched by someone you barely knew was, well, arousing to me."

"Hmm," you say. "The way I looked at you... to be honest, I was a little bit scared, but I thought I might've recognized you, and thought I remembered some off-hand comment to someone else that you liked dominant women."

I look at you. You grin and chuckle. "I wasn't stalking you, little stalker. I just hear things and put them away for future reference, like I did with you."

You nonchalantly reach over to the plate and pick up a piece of chicken. A few seconds later, you tell me to open up, and I do. You place the piece of chicken in my mouth, and I chew it, immediately recognizing where it's been. You grin evilly and ask, "Like it?"

"Well yes, yes I do," I respond.

"I thought you might," you say. "More?"

The rest of the meal is a combination of you seasoning pieces of chicken in your wet pussy and asking me about what I've been up to, if I've got a job or if I'm looking. I answer your questions, and before I know it, the plate is clean. You take it and the empty soda can, presumably to throw them away, but not before re-securing me to the bed.

When you come back in, you sit down next to me again and look at me, as if trying to decide what you're going to do next.

The Victim

I think for a long moment, watching you squirm. I have to admit, it's a most delightfully evil feeling, watching you lying there completely at my mercy. I wonder how long I can string this out before either the fun starts to go out of the situation, or you begin to become either difficult or afraid. I have strong doubts as to whether this could happen, but I don't know how far I can go before you'll decide you are no longer willing to go along with the game. Of course, if you become unwilling, that may cause you to no longer be aroused, so I can't let that happen, at least not completely.

I make my decision, and let you see that in my face. A slow smile comes to my lips, as if a wicked idea had just crossed my mind. "I think, now that you're fed and no longer uncomfortable, I should begin our first phase of the punishment."

"You mean it hasn't even started yet?" you ask, looking a little shocked.

I laugh. "Oh, you mean you thought that oral exercise a few minutes ago was your punishment? No no, I was just enjoying my new toy. I haven't even opened my bag of tricks yet."

I hop down off the bed and pick up the little shiny handbag with the metallic clasp. It doesn't look like it can hold much. In fact, you could describe it as one of those pointless little clutch purses that are very cute and feminine, but not usually to my taste because they can only hold a cell phone and maybe a few articles of makeup or credit cards. There is no room for any serious items of toiletry or a wallet, but you'll find neither makeup nor money in this bag, as you are about to learn.

"Looks harmless, doesn't it?" I ask. "I can see you already have an inkling that looks can be deceiving. I believe in the adage that says that good things come in small packages. Bad things, too. Besides, if there are any bigger toys I may want to use later, I've already got them put away in the apartment so I won't have to lug them around with me. Maybe if you're a good little stalker, I'll let you out of bed so you can play find the toys later. Then we can play with whichever ones you find. Do you like that idea?" My grin broadens as you nod vigorously. "If you take your punishment well, I may reward you with that later, or any number of other delicious little surprises I have up my sleeves."

I reach into the bag and pull out a bottle of lube. I click open the flip-top and squeeze a little onto my fingers. I hold them out to your face, the fingertips glistening. Tentatively, you lick them, and I can see the relief on your face when you discover that it tastes just like it smells. "If you don't like chocolate, I also have strawberry or vanilla. I could also improvise with other things, if we want to get creative later. I have soooo many big plans for us, dear."

I squirt a little dollop of the slippery lube into my palm and spread it over my hands. Then, I begin slowly, agonizingly slowly, rubbing it all over your cock and balls. I feel you tense as I run my hands from the base all the way up the shaft to the head and back again, then around the circumference and back, up and down several times, squeezing slightly. Even after your throbbing maleness is shiny and smells like a chocolate dessert, I continue to run my fingers lightly up and down the underside, occasionally lifting your sack and rolling each nut between my fingers gently and working them slowly in my hand. I knead you like clay for a few seconds, a dreamy look on my face as if I'm not even paying attention. I notice you coming closer and closer to the edge, and I see your stomach and groin muscles tense up a little. I am slightly surprised. I was intending for this to happen, but had no idea it would happen so quickly.

When you tense up like that, I know I've reached my goal and stop, blinking a couple of times as if coming out of a daydream. "Oops, I guess you're pretty well covered now, aren't you? Wouldn't you like me to lick that off now?" I grin and slowly wipe excess oil off my hands. I have no really appropriate place to wipe them off, so I pick an inappropriate place, plunging first one and then the other hand into my cleavage and leaving a glistening residue there on each breast. My skin is warm, so the liquefied lube drips down between my tits and onto my belly. "Or maybe you'd like to lick that off," I ask, grinning even more. "Look at me, I'm such a mess. I have this itchy seasoning from the chicken all over some very sensitive places, and that incredible tongue of yours made me sweat. I'm all sticky and hot all over. I think I need another bath."

I turn slightly away and start pacing, pondering the exact methods I am going to use.

"I think this will be the perfect opportunity for your first lesson."

I reach into the bag again and pull out a simple rubber cock ring. "Hmm... this might be a little tight. But then, that's the point of these silly things, isn't it? Oh, don't worry, your little man isn't going to be strangled to death. He just won't be able to get soft until I take this off. Not that that's much of a problem right now anyway, but I don't like to take chances."

Slowly, I slip the ring over your lubed-up cock, and it goes on pretty smoothly. I snug it all the way to the base, and it looks good. "That's not going anywhere," I say, stroking you just once before walking away. "Be right back," I say with a wink over my shoulder.

When I return, I have a soft, cushiony chair on wheels and some soft, nylon rope. I lean down and untie your hands from the bedposts while leaving the scarves around your wrists. I tie them together, loosely as before, and then free your ankles. I wheel the chair up to the foot of the bed and help you up to your feet, trying not to giggle as you wince in excruciating pleasure as your cock rubs against my hip. I firmly press your shoulders down, and you sit obligingly in the chair. I brace it so it doesn't go rolling away, then slide your arms behind you and tie them to the back of the chair with the soft rope. I bring it around under the chair and secure your ankles to the legs of the chair, making sure the wheels won't catch your skin if they turn sideways, and also making sure your knees are bent apart at a slightly awkward ankle so you don't have much leverage to lift your hips off the chair. Then, I get behind you and wrap my arms around your shoulders, sliding my hand down your belly and to your cock, which is also bound securely by the ring. I smear a little more oil on it to keep things from becoming too painful and then straighten up and wheel you out of the bedroom. I have picked up the bag in one hand as well, and I roll you along into the bathroom until you are sitting in your chair, with the toilet behind you and sideways. You are facing the tub, and I begin tightly binding the extra rope hanging from the back of the chair to the toilet bowl. When this is done, I experimentally push the chair forward. The rope holds it steady, but since it's already bound to the chair legs, it doesn't further constrict your ankles when stress is applied to the back of the chair. I nod in satisfaction, certain that every aspect of this situation is safe, both for me and for you.

"Now I have one more little addition to your setup here," I say, and remove another item from my bag, a double set of tiny lead weights. I slide my hand under you and use a cute little leather harness to attach the weights to your sack so they hang down on either side. "Now," I explain, "you might be tempted to find any way you can to relieve your situation a little while I'm in the shower. I shouldn't take long enough to seriously mess up your circulation, ahem, except maybe in one appendage. This can survive though, so if you try to lift up your hips or apply any friction to make things a little more comfortable, these weights will come off the seat of the chair and just start swinging merrily around. Your boys won't be permanently damaged by this, but it might be a bit unpleasant." I grin at you evilly. "You didn't think I'd let you make a mess on my nice office chair, did you? No, you're still on probation. I'm not going to, ah, release you, until I'm good and ready to." My hand slides over your chest and lingers at one of your nipples.

I turn away from you, confident that you have an excellent view of the shower. "I think I'll leave the curtain open, since you like to watch so much," I say. "I'll try not to get you wet. You might enjoy the idea, but it would only make the ropes feel tight and painful. If the steam is too much, you can just let me know and I'll roll you out into the hall."

You give me a twisted smile and shake your head.

"You're right, that was a little cruel. But that's my prerogative now, isn't it? You see, I know you too well. I think you'd be happy to endure a few pins and needles to get a show like this. How many nights have you gotten yourself all worked up to images of me in the shower? How many times have you had that hopeless fantasy of somehow catching a glimpse of me with hot water dripping down my body? No, you're not going to pass up this golden opportunity."

Satisfied, I sigh and turn away, putting my bag on a table just out of your reach, but within your sight, just to remind you that it's there. I step away and start undressing, humming softly and running first my fingers, then a brush through my hair, acting as if you're not even there. Not only can you see the tub, but from an angle, you can also see the mirror, so you can get views of me from multiple angles. This bathroom is simply lovely for my purposes. The lighting is just right, the room is just large enough to give me enough room to move without running into you, but I'm still just a little too close to you, so you could reach out and touch me, if only your eager hands were free.

I start the water and step in, aiming the shower head to keep it from getting the floor outside the tub wet. I stand under the current, letting hot water flow over me for a long, luxurious minute or two before lathering my hair up with shampoo. This is only the setup, and we both know it. My hair isn't too dirty, so I only give it a brief wash before I turn off the shower and start soaping up. I run the cloth slowly over my body, letting suds drip over me and cover me in creamy white foam. I spend a good deal of time on my breasts, then start examining them slowly, kneading and rolling them between my hands. You're practically drooling as I rub more soap over the nipples until they glisten like hard, pink little jewels. Then I move down to my stomach and soap up my legs, lathering up furiously until suds froth off my thighs.

I take one hand and slide it into the folds between my thighs, sighing with pleasure. I moan softly as I start to feel sensations building almost beyond my control. I can feel your eyes crawling over me, wishing they could jump out of your head and touch me. I can sense you straining unconsciously at your bonds as you sit there immobilized, unable to do what you so desire and put your hands, or other parts of you, where mine are right now. I lower myself into the tub and begin feverishly working my fingers along the pink folds and over my clit, writhing and arching my back and hips upward as a long, unbelievably deep orgasm starts in my core and radiates seemingly all the way up into my chest and down to my kneecaps. It keeps building, getting stronger and stronger until I can no longer control myself and find myself emitting a series of loud cries, almost as if I'm in pain. Vaguely, I notice you start desperately rubbing your crotch against the soft chair fabric, but you stop and freeze as the weights slide free and start swinging around, causing a tightness in your balls that is more psychologically painful than physically. You sit still for the rest of that time, not wanting to send those weights swinging again. As this is going on, I can barely breathe as the continuous orgasms build to a peak that I thought the human body was incapable of reaching. I thought my nerves might short out at the intensity.

At last, the waves of pleasure subside and I lay there in the steamy tub, panting and trying to get my bearings again. You're staring at me with goggle-eyes, and I almost laugh out loud.

I stand up, my body slippery with soap, and rinse off. When I'm done, I step out and towel off in front of you, turning slowly on the spot as I dry off my back and buttocks. I reach over and grab something off the back of the toilet behind you. When I shake it out, you can see it's a plain, silky nightgown, similar to the previous one, but with no shiny oil-stains on it.

Without a word, I release your anchor to the toilet and start rolling the chair into the hall. I untie your feet but quickly bind them together, loosely enough to provide circulation, but tight enough to trip you up if you tried to walk. I untied your hands from the chair, leaving them bound together, then help you up onto your feet. I position you in front of the toilet without a word, holding your prick in one hand and aiming it. "If you've gotta go, you'd better do it now," I say. You look a little taken aback, but you do as you're told, with some difficulty.

Satisfied, I lead you back to the chair and press you down into it again, quickly securing the ropes at your ankles and wrists to the arms and bottom of the chair before snagging my bag off the table and rolling the chair back into the bedroom. I put the bag down on the night table next to the bed, then untie you from the chair again, position you next to the bed, and tip the chair back and slide you neatly back onto the bed. "Whoops-a-daisy," I say. "I guess all those work-outs at the gym paid off, didn't they? In case you're wondering, I didn't have any help getting you into and out of the car or into this apartment either. But I'm sure that's not what's on your mind right now, is it?"




Taming of the Stalker



Your silk handcuffs are waiting for you, and as I've been talking, I have been transferring your hands to them and out of the slightly damp ropes. I now proceed to spread your legs wide on the bed and secure them to the posts with the other silk scarves. Then, I climb onto the bed next to you and slide an arm over your chest. I lean down and start to untie the weights from your balls. As I do so, I can't help but tease you a little with my fingertips. "Now how am I going to clean all that lube off you? Oh, I believe I said something about that earlier, didn't I?"

I squirm around so my head is resting near your hip. I put a little pillow under my arm and prop myself up on my side. You stare up at the ceiling with my pussy inches from your face, and I'm sure the smell of clean, sex-drenched cunt is driving you completely insane. Slowly, I begin licking the chocolatey oil from the base of your cock and the ring itself, as well as the oil on your sack. I take it in my mouth and suck a little, first kneading one testicle with my tongue, then the other. I do this several times in succession until I taste no more chocolate, then once more for good measure. I raise my head and throw it back with a yawn, stretching and arching my back so my boobs are lifted up toward the ceiling. I purse my lips as if I'm about to whistle. I can see you holding your breath in anticipation, and it's all I can do not to break into a smile.

With agonizing slowness, I lower my head, lips poised millimeters above the head of your dick. I know you can feel my breath on your cock as I hold it there.

Finally, I lower my head so my lips are around the very tip, slowly bringing my head down further so your cock is pressing up between my lips, forcing them open. You gasp and groan as the tight contact continues. I don't even suck or let any air into my mouth as I slide my lips up and down your shaft, as tight as a vacuum seal. After a few seconds of this, you are literally twitching, so I pull away and let you cool down for a minute or two.

When you've relaxed a bit, I resume, this time letting myself breathe more freely. My mouth relaxes a little and I suck periodically, alternating with fluttering licks along your shaft and over your balls. My tongue flicks around the head as well, just once or twice a minute at first, but after the first three or four minutes, they become more frequent. Every time I sense you coming close to the edge, I stop and just sit there, waiting for you to settle down. I can taste sweat and the stronger salty taste of precum as I continue, concentrating hard to keep you as excruciatingly close to orgasm as I can.

In the last phase, I start using my teeth, just grazing very lightly, making you jump. Then, my teeth fasten around the ring, grazing against the skin at the base, and as they gain a grip, I slide my head upward, slowly sliding the ring off in my mouth.

"Mmm, that's better, isn't it?"

I rise up on my knees and stretch again, yawning. "I'm getting tired," I say. "Keeping you up is a lot of hard work, as you can see." I look down at your pulsing cock thoughtfully, knowing you're almost beyond words. Several times during this torture, you begged me to let you cum, but I just ignored you and now you've given up on words entirely. For the past few minutes, you've just been panting and moaning, which is also entertaining enough.

"I'm tempted to just go to sleep and leave you like this," I say, "but that wouldn't be good for your blood pressure, would it?"

I see hope gleaming in your eyes as you gaze at me with tormented frustration.

I grin and reach into my bag, pulling out something hard and cylindrical. "This should lower your blood pressure, and it should put you into a nice, restful state as well. I'm sorry baby, but I can't have you spewing all over my bedsheets, can I?"

I relish your shock as you see the hypo glinting in my hand. "I'm rather good with these," I say, popping the cap off the sterilized needle. I put a hand to your inner thigh and slide the needle in. "There's a large vein right... about... here," I say, thumbing the switch. The needle whirs as the automatic plunger goes down and the drugs are injected into your bloodstream.

"Night night," I say. "Your punishment begins again tomorrow, and maybe your first reward, if you behave yourself."

These aren't the fast-acting tranquilizers I used before, so I sit there and consolingly stroke your hair as you slowly fall asleep. The chemicals have a hard time fighting down your hard-on, though. Eventually, it subsides completely, and you're nicely dead to the world. I untie the scarves and massage your arms and legs, roll you over on your stomach so you don't start getting pressure sores from being in the same position, and work on binding you again. I tie your hands together, then tie them both to the bed frame so you can't move your arms too much. Then I tie your legs to the frame as well, in the same manner, so you can flex your knees but not straighten them fully. This way, you can't get enough leverage to sit up or stand. I lie down behind you, close my eyes-I didn't lie, I really am quite tired from the day's work-and fall asleep with your head on my shoulder. I could get used to this arrangement. I wonder if I'll ever be able to give up this amazing new toy of mine. I know I'll have to eventually, but for now, I won't think of that. Instead, I drift off to sleep, planning the next day's adventures.

The Stalker

I awaken some time during the night-at least, I think it's the night. You've gone to great pains to ensure I have no idea either where I am or what time of day it is. I test the bindings and find, sure enough, that although I am comfortable, I am unable to move.

I assess things in my mind. So far, not bad. Admittedly, I'd have liked to have had a little more of a say in what went on, like whether I'd get to cum or not-which reminds me, I've got quite a full load down there that I'd really like to get rid of soon. You're going to give me the worst case of the blue balls I think I've ever had, and you don't seem at all worried by it-in fact, I'd say it pleases you.

I hear your breathing nearby, slow and easy, and realize that you're asleep. You moan quietly and I feel you shaking-I wonder if you're having some kind of wet dream. But quickly, the moaning stops and you go back to slow easy breaths. I'd love to pay you back for the wonderful time I'm being shown here, but that's not going to happen until I've been freed and, knowing you, you devious little thing, it could be a while. I think about tying you down, licking you slowly, allowing my tongue to snake between your vaginal lips and find the treasures therein, and pulling back just as you are reaching orgasm. I imagine the pained look on your face and grin to myself as I consider just how I could put the shoe on the other foot, as it were. So far, you've been meticulous about making sure I am restrained in some way all the time. I was never really any good at wiggling out of things, especially not your scarves. Plus, apart from the ache in my nuts, I am enjoying this whole experience. I vaguely wonder when you're going to wake up, and then wonder if I'd really like you to. I'm curious, and a little apprehensive, at what you might have in store for me tomorrow. You said something about my first reward, and I wonder what that will be. I sigh and try to get back to sleep.

Sunday, Morning, the Stalker

"Wake up, my cute little stalker. You have some suffering to do, and I have entertainment pursuits to be about."

I hear your whispered voice in my ear, and as I wake up, you roll me over so I'm laying on my back. You climb on top of me and sit on my chest, grinning down at me. 

"I like having you in this position," you say, leaning down and giving me a hard, long kiss.

"And of course, who could forget this?" you ask, moving down my body and planting a kiss on my rapidly hardening cock. "Good morning, happy to see me are we?"

"Morning," I say. "Feeling particularly evil?"

"You know it, darlin," you say enthusiastically. "With you in my clutches, the possibilities are endless."

So saying, you take my dick into your mouth and begin sucking furiously while you use your hands to play with my balls. As the blowjob continues, I begin to think you're going to let me cum this morning, but of course I am wrong. You must've felt me tense up, because you quickly pull your mouth away, take a deep breath, and make sure I've pulled back from the brink again before continuing the torture. You move your head up and down, sucking loudly and fluttering your tongue against my dick for what feels like hours. Then you pull away, climb up my body and settle down on my face so my tongue has easy access to your vagina.

"You know what to do," you say. "Show me those skills and perhaps, just maybe, I'll let you cum."

I extend my tongue and gently lick at the outer folds of your pussy, causing you to shake a little bit. I gently allow my tongue to go in and, remembering where all your pleasure spots are, I twirl my tongue around, causing you to moan softly, but as I feel you reaching orgasm, I pull back and lick along the outer folds again.

"I'm supposed to be the one in control here," you say, your voice carrying with it a little bit of menace. "Make me cum or you'll pay for it."

"Really?" I say. "Because I'm not already paying for it? I have a huge load I need to get rid of, and you've gotten off multiple times now."

"Yes, I have," you say sweetly, abruptly lifting yourself off me. "And you'd do well to remember that you're the one tied down here, not me."

So saying, you crawl the rest of the way up my body and sit right down on my face, being careful not to sit completely down but nonetheless, I am unable to breathe with your ass in the way.

"When you're ready to cooperate, honey, just let me know," you say. "I'm quite enjoying this feeling though, so you may need to be a bit loud."

We stay like that for a couple minutes, but eventually you win out, as I know you will. I get desperate and scream, hoping you'll hear me.

"What's that, sweetheart? I can barely hear you," you say, the glee in your voice perfectly audible.

I yell again, much louder, and you pull away.

"Ready to go back to what we were doing?" you ask.

"Yes, please," I say and you smile before returning to your previous position and allowing me to lick you. This time, I don't try and tease you, even momentarily. Though I don't mind a little face-sitting, I don't like a ton of it, and so in a few minutes of moving my tongue just the right way, I feel you shudder and a soft moan escapes your lips. You then climb off of me, untying my hands and retying them in front of me. You untie my feet from the bedposts, but re-secure them so that I'll not be able to walk very quickly. You take my hand, pull me up off of the bed and bring me into the apartment kitchen, where you sit me down on a kitchen chair and tie my legs to the chair legs so that my hands are usable but nothing else is.

"Now, for breakfast, what'll we do?" you ask.

You stare at me a moment, a contemplative expression on your face, then you untie my hands and re-secure them behind my back so that I am completely immobilized. You then walk over to the refrigerator and grin over at me as you begin getting items out of the freezer and putting them on the counter.

"I'm hungry," you say. "That orgasm really woke me up, and I need to eat. You do too, but I think this is a golden opportunity to remind you just who's in charge here. You know better than to deny me what's rightfully mine, and perhaps I've been a bit too soft. Not to worry, this isn't going to cause you any actual pain, but your resistance to my exact instructions isn't going to go unpunished."

You walk over to a cabinet, and bend over to get a pan out of a low shelf. You wiggle your ass provocatively, and then grin over your shoulder as I take in a deep breath.

"Oh my," you say. "If merely the sight of my ass, which was smothering you just a few minutes ago, makes you hot, I wonder how on fire you'll be in just a few hours from now. It'll certainly be interesting to watch."

You take the sausage patties out of their wrappings and throw them into the pan. You set it on a burner and turn on the stove. You then get some pancake mix out of a cupboard, add the necessary ingredients and set that to cooking also. With the stove crackling merrily away, you return your attention to me, sauntering over casually and straddling my legs so you're facing me. You put out a hand and play with my nipples for a second, then start tickling your fingernails up and down my chest. You giggle quietly as the combined feeling of your weight on my legs and your fingernails on my chest seems to make me even harder than I already am.

"How're you doing, baby?" you ask quietly. "This too much for you?"

You lean forward and lick your upper teeth. You then extend your tongue and let it slither slowly across my face. You find my eyes and kiss them softly.

"I'm sorry I'm being so hard on you, dear, but really, you did this to yourself," you say softly. "Perhaps if you're good, you still might get a reward tonight. I can't promise that it'll be as good as what you might've gotten today, but perhaps, we'll see."

Abruptly, you get up and walk over to the stove to check the progress of the cooking food. You flip the pancakes and sausages over, so the other side can get nice and cooked, and stroll back over to me, humming a little tune. You sit back down on me and grind against my rock-hard prick. You reach down with one hand and tickle it with your fingernails, running them up and down the shaft. I take a deep breath, and you chuckle, before leaning in and forcing your tongue deep into my mouth in a passionate French kiss.

We stay like that for an agonizing eternity, your hand tickling my cock, your lips pressed to mine and your tongue in my mouth, just breathing me in and having your fun. You moan, and the passion of it all causes me to moan back. Some time later, you pull back, smile and stand, going over to the stove. You check the food and, seeing that it's done, turn the stove off, get down a couple plates and some glasses, which you bring over to the table. You sit one of the plates down in front of me and the other one off to the side. After filling both glasses with chocolate milk, you sit down on me the other way so you're facing the table and rub your legs against mine. Suddenly, you jump up and run over to a drawer and get out some silverware and come back.

"Now I can dig in," you say happily. As you eat, you continuously tease me even more, rubbing your butt into my hard-on, rubbing your legs against mine, leaning back into me and generally making my life miserable. Finally when you're done, you stand, retie my hands in front of me and sit down on a chair next to me, putting my own plate in front of me.

"Now go ahead and eat," you say. "You'll need your strength for what else is to come." As you say this, a sly grin spreads over your face and you wink, before jumping up and putting your plate into the sink for later washing.

The Victim

I sit very still and watch you eat for a moment, motionless, like a cat considering a mouse. I see this unnerves you, and while I enjoy torturing you in every way I can, I do want you to fully concentrate on eating so you can keep your strength up for the day's fun and games, so I sigh, turn away, and pace over to the sink. I gaze dreamily out the window, occasionally glancing back to see you eating with some vigor. I realize you're probably pretty hungry from all the excitement of last night. You have pretty much licked the plate clean when I come back over to you. I ask if you'd like anything else. You shake your head, looking thoughtful and a little nervous, or maybe just guilty. I wonder if you're actually regretting your disobedience earlier, as a matter of morality, or if you're just trying to give me a puppy-dog face so I'll have pity on you. I decide that, before this time together is through, I will have to test your loyalty somehow, and put that thought away in the back of my mind for the future.

"All right then," I say in a businesslike manner. "Time to begin the day's work."

"What kind of work?"

"Rehabilitating you, of course. Turning you into an upstanding citizen." I can't help but smirk as I pull your chair away from the table and glance down at your crotch. "Although I have a feeling you might already have succeeded at that, at least for the moment. And I hardly had to help you at all this time. Just watching me cook and do my womanly work was enough this time. Well, that, and there was the little bit of chair play before breakfast. I quite enjoyed that, and I'm guessing so did you. I think more of that would start off the day nicely. First though, you should probably take care of some business."

I untie your scarves from around the chair and lead you back to the bathroom, hobbling slowly because your feet are still bound loosely together. I stand just outside, watching you through the half-open door as you unzip the jumpsuit and sit down on the toilet. It doesn't take you long to relieve yourself, though I keep an eye on you to make sure you don't relieve yourself in any way that I would not approve of. When you've gotten up and flushed and washed your hands, you turn and come out, looking at me a little dubiously. "Not so comfortable when someone is watching you, are you?" I smirk a little, but I can tell you see by my face that I'm just messing with your mind, not actually angry with you.

I continue to lead you, and we walk slowly into the bedroom. I press you gently back down into the office chair, which is sitting off in a corner. I'm sure you notice I've scrubbed the faint oil stains off its seat, and it's now nice and clean. I tie your legs like I did before with the shower, but, to your very great relief, I leave the little weights in the bag and your arms free.

I wheel you away from the bed and into another little room with a desk in it. I park you in front of the desk and pause for a moment.

"I've been thinking about the ways we can spend the rest of our time together," I say. "There are so many things I want to do with you, and so little time."

I sit down across from you behind the desk, open a drawer, and remove a pen and paper. "I'm going to make a list of some things on this paper," I say, "and then we're going to play a little game to find out which of those things we're going to do, and in what order. I'll list the acts in order from least to most torturous." I write down some things, then show them to you. The list reads:

Aces: Simple handjob

2s: Simple blowjob

3s: A tasty treat

4s: 69 with some provisions

5s: Human chair

6s: Straight sex with some provisions

Bonus: 35 pts.

Three of a Kind: Shower peep show, with ring and weights

Four of a Kind: Bathtime fun

Small Straight: Cleaning house (30 pts.)

Large Straight: Sex therapy (40 pts.)

Full house: A lesson in trust (25 pts.)

Yahtzee: Player's choice (50 pts.)

Chance: 

You read intently, then shrug in some confusion. "You know what some of these things mean, of course," I say, "and you know what this is, a Yahtzee score sheet. So we're going to be doing all or most of these things again at some time. Let me explain the rules to you. The more points you get in something, the longer the activity is going to last, except the straights and the full house, of course, since their points are set already, and those activities are going to take longer than 30 or 40 minutes anyway. If you get your bonus, which means, if you decide to take all of your top section and get at least 63 points, you will get an extra 35 points, and with your next roll after you get your bonus, you will also get an orgasm. If you don't get your bonus, I get to decide when, or if, you get an orgasm, as well as how. Understand me so far?"




Taming of the Stalker



You nod, looking interested and a little terrified at the same time.

I laugh. "Now let me explain what some of the options are. I'm sure you have some idea what some of them are, but some I'm sure are pretty confusing. 'A tasty treat' means you get to eat food off of me. I know you enjoyed that yesterday, with the chicken. I also have honey, maple syrup, chocolate sauce, and some other things you may like to try." I smile as you become more and more excited. "Obviously, the 'provisions' I talk about are that you can't cum, unless you've gotten your bonus, and I'm the one in control. So if you roll a 69, that means I get to decide how it goes, just like the last couple of times we've done things of that nature. The shower peep show is just what it sounds like, and the 'bathtime fun' will probably be a little more enjoyable for you. That means, you get to join me."

You look incredulous, but I smile reassuringly.

"Player's choice is pretty obvious. You get to pick what you want, and since it's a Yahtzee, you also get an orgasm." I smile generously. "As for the others, you'll just have to wait to learn what those involve. Now, there are just a few more things to explain. The points you get for each item are going to tell you how many minutes you have to endure that specific punishment. So if you get an unusually good roll and take four aces, you are going to have a four-minute handjob. That might start getting torturous when you get to the higher numbers, but you also have to keep in mind, you're playing against me. If you lose, I get to give you an extra punishment, and if you win, you get an extra orgasm."

You nod slowly, looking a little panicky by now. I can't help but smirk. "I know it would tempt you to try to get the lowest points you possibly can on things, but you'll want that bonus, and that extra orgasm for the win. And who's to say you won't even get a Yahtzee orgasm?" My little smile turned into an outright grin. I'm getting very excited about the day's adventures.

I place the sheet in front of us, facing you, then come around and sit on your lap, leaning back comfortably into your chest. "Ahhh, this is nice," I sigh, knowing you can feel my buttocks and thighs pressing against yours, and that every time I shift my weight, something is rubbing against your hard-on, making it very hard to concentrate. "I'm sitting like this, so you can't cheat and turn your dice over while I'm not looking," I say. "I swear I won't tamper with them. Why should I? Any way it turns out, I win. If you play it right, we can both win." I smile and trail my fingers down one of your thighs, causing goosebumps to rise up on your skin. I open a box on the desk, revealing five dice. "Ready to roll? It's your turn."

You pick up the dice and roll them around in your hand for a moment, then let them fall back into the box. They come out: 1, 4, 4, 6, 6. You consider a moment, then set aside the 6s and roll the other three again. They come out 2, 3, and 6. You keep the 6 and roll the last two again, hesitating since this is your last roll for the turn. The dice fall, and they come out 2 and 4.

"Now, you can either have a three of a kind worth 24, or you can try to start filling up your top section and pick 6s."

It doesn't take you long to decide. You want that bonus. So you pick 6s and I mark down 18 as your score. I grin broadly, turning slowly around to face you. I give you a long, lingering kiss on the lips, with just a hint of tongue.

"Great choice to start off with," I say. "Let me take my turn, then we can proceed with the first activity."

I jump up and sit across the table so you can see me and my dice. I roll them carelessly into the box, and they come up 1, 4, 5, 6, 6. Like you, I keep my 6s and reroll the rest, coming up with a 4 and two more 6s. I keep all four of the 6s and reroll the 4, coming up with a 3. "That's an excellent three of a kind," I say, "so I think I'll take it. This gives me 27 points and you 18. Not a great start, but it's only the beginning." I smile, then come back toward you, rolling you further away from the desk and picking up a stopwatch from a side table on the way. I wheel you into the bedroom and untie your legs from the legs of the chair. I lean the chair back, and lift you up out of it and onto the bed, quickly securing your arms and legs to the posts with the handy scarves. Then I pick up the little handbag again, and you groan slightly. I grin, but pat your head reassuringly. "Just a little precaution," I say, and get out some condoms. "Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty sure you're safe by now," I say, "but I just don't want you losing control just yet. So... hold still."

I lube you up slowly and then slide a condom on you, rolling it all the way up to the base. Then, to your increasing disbelief, I put on two more. "There, now you'll have a layer between us. Don't worry, you'll still feel plenty of sensation, just not enough to cause you to explode before I can stop you."

I climb up onto the bed, my knees on either side of your hips. I wipe my hands, set the stopwatch to 18 minutes, and slowly lower myself down.

I'm actually very excited about this first roll of the dice. I have wanted to feel you inside me this entire time we've been here, but I was always afraid I would push you just a little too close to the edge, and then the game would be ruined. Slowly, I savor the sensation of you completely filling me, and can feel myself starting to tense up already in anticipation. Your breath quickens and you close your eyes, just as excited as I am. I slowly begin grinding against you, hardly moving at all, so that my clitoris is rubbing against you. I can see that you'd like a little more movement, but that will come in plenty of time. Every now and then, I glance at the stopwatch, watching the numbers flashing by. I catch you glancing at it out of the corner of your eye as well, and know that, though for me it's going much too fast, for you, it must seem like time has slowed down almost to a standstill.

After about six or eight minutes, I begin circling my hips, varying up the pattern a little, and you respond. I now know you well enough that I can feel the exact moment when you are ready to cum, and that is when I pause for just long enough for the moment to pass. This happens several times as I first begin slowly, then more quickly sliding up and down your cock. I can't help myself, my control has slipped ever so slightly as I approach climax, and again I feel like maybe my brain will not be able to handle the intensity. Just in time, I realize you're about to cum, and I freeze, leaving you in panting agony. I have to delay my own orgasm because of this, but I get started again and almost immediately I'm overcome with spasms of pleasure. I know you can feel me tightening around you as I cum.

After what feels like forever, the orgasm lets go and I fall onto you, exhausted for the moment. I glance at the stopwatch and see that there are about four minutes left. I raise myself up and continue, more slowly and with more control now, keeping you from cumming at least three more times before the time on the stopwatch hits 0.

"There," I say, "That's the first turn." I smile. "So nice," I say, running my hands through your hair. "You know your cock is amazing, don't you?"

You look at me with a sort of weary resignation, but I can tell you still enjoy it. You want to get back to the game table and see what other delights you can earn.

I secure your hands and feet with the scarves but don't bother tying them to the chair this time. "I think you can walk on your own, don't you?" I smile and strip the condoms off you, toss them in a wastebasket, and lead you out of the room by the scarves around your wrists, rolling the chair behind me.

When we get back to the little study, you kindly take the chair from me and roll it in front of the desk, sitting down gingerly as I smile indulgently and look down at you. "I think I can trust you not to cheat, can't I?" I ask. You swear you'll be good. I think maybe you learned your lesson from this morning, but I'm not quite sure yet. I shrug and sit across from you. With some relief, you open the box and pick up the dice, cupping them in your loosely-bound hands and rolling them carefully into the box. Immediately, they come up as 1, 1, 1, 3, 3.

"Full house, baby," I say, with a broad grin. I was hoping for this, but it seems the gods are on my side, and the timing could not have been better. "I'm taking my turn, then we'll continue."

You slide the dice over and I roll them again, getting 4, 5, 6, 6, 6. I frown in concentration, slide the 6s out of the way and roll the other two again, getting two 4s.

"Hmm... I could have a full house too, but you know, I could get more points if I take my chance now. I think I will. So that's a chance worth 26. You've got 43 points, and I have 53. I'm beating you, but not by much. There's still hope." I smile and come around to you, gesturing for you to get up. You stand carefully and walk with tiny shuffling steps behind me as I lead you back to the bedroom.

"I'm sure you are wondering what a lesson in trust looks like," I say slowly. "It's high time you took this lesson. You need to keep in mind what it means to be mine. I'd really like to avoid more incidents like this morning, and I also want to see just how far you're willing to go for me."

You swallow hard, not at all sure you're going to like this. If it becomes too intimidating for you, I can make the lesson a brief one, but for some reason, I am thinking you might like this just as well, if not better than many of the other pleasures I have administered already.

"First, I need to set things up a bit," I say. "Hold still while I get ready."

I walk quickly into the bathroom and come back with a towel, which I drape over a chair in the corner of the room. Then, I quickly make the bed, pulling the bedspread up neatly but keeping the pillows uncovered. I spread the towel over the bedspread, then instruct you to lie down on your back on the part covered by the towel. Then, I secure your arms and legs to the bedposts with the silk scarves again. "Be right back," I say with a smile, and breeze out of the room and to the kitchen, where I grab some things and come back. I pick up a few more things from the dresser and set everything down on the bedside table out of your view. Then, I pick up one of the things I got from the kitchen and show it to you. It is a thin, very sharp knife, not a broad meat-cutter, but a long, wickedly-sharp, skinny blade used for vegetables. I hold up an apple, pressing it against the blade. Without much pressure, the apple skin parts and juices begin dripping down its surface.

"See how sharp this is?" I ask, cleaning it carefully on the towel. You've gone slightly pale now, and your cock isn't as hard as it was before. I suspect I may have gone too far, but you only nod and hold very still.

"Now," I say, putting the knife down, "I'm going to put this on you." I take up a soft, black bandana and tie it carefully around your head so it is covering your eyes. "I cannot let you keep skulking around and watching me unless I can trust you," I say. "So I am going to teach you how difficult it was for me to trust you, when you were free to move around and do as you please. You will know how it feels, and perhaps gain an appreciation for my position. If you're good, and hold very still, you won't be hurt. If not, you might get a little blood on this towel. This knife is too thin to do any serious damage to you, but you might have some annoying wounds to show for your trouble if you don't behave. Are you ready?"

You open your mouth as if to protest, but then you stop, looking thoughtful for a moment. There is silence in the air for a long moment, then you nod slowly.

I'm a little surprised you're not being more difficult about this, but I'm also excited. You seem to be just as serious about this as I had hoped you would be.

I lean forward with great concentration and can feel you tense as something cold and metallic slides over your chest, down the exact center over your sternum. As it reaches your upper belly, you flinch just a little. "Hold still, or this next one might draw blood," I say, and move to your left shoulder, sliding down the soft, inner part of your arm where it is most sensitive, all the way to your wrist and back up over your shoulder and then to your neck. You twitch at this, and something warm and wet slides dripping down your skin. "See? You'd better hold still."

As I'm working, you are actually getting hard again. This seems to surprise both of us, but I'm grinning broadly now, for so many reasons. I move across your throat and to your other arm, sliding down to your wrist. Then I go back to your chest, moving down now from your collar bone all the way to your navel. Then, I pause, and continue. You wince as the cold metal dips down toward your cock, and I reach with my other hand and cup your balls, stroking gently as I move the cold metal tip around the base, then down the inside of one of your thighs. I repeat the gesture and go down the other leg, almost to the knee, agonizingly slowly, holding your hard cock in my hand. I can feel it responding, and you are still very aroused, though I can see by your face that there is some kind of internal struggle going on, and you don't entirely think you want to be. I laugh quietly, letting the metal touch your skin lightly, lingering there for a moment, then stepping back.

"Do you want to see it again?" I ask. Before you can answer, I pull the knot in the blindfold and remove it carefully from your face. I show you the harmless butter knife I'm holding in my hand. The sharp knife is still lying on the bedside table. I reach over and pick it up. "You never felt that one," I say, as realization comes over your face. "Just this one," I say, showing you the butter knife again. You look disbelieving for a moment.

"I was bleeding," you say uncertainly.

I lean over, pick up a bucket full of warm water, reach in and take out a sponge, letting it drip onto you. "Did you actually feel any pain?" I ask. "Didn't I tell you I wouldn't hurt you, the very first day you were here?"

You nod, looking slightly dazed, and still hard. I also think I see understanding in your eyes now. I look deep into your eyes, my heart pounding with the excitement of the situation. I have to admit, knowing you were terrified and still turned on, knowing I had succeeded in, just for a moment, making you think I was a complete psycho and might just cut you, was extremely arousing to me. It is all I can do to keep from just throwing away all my plans and pouncing on you right there, taking you inside me and letting you have the most amazing orgasm of your life, but instead, I decide to lighten the mood just a little. I laugh lightly and smile. "Man, you were really scared for a minute there, weren't you?" I sigh, untying the scarves and letting you sit up and stretch. "You deserve a break. In fact, I'm pretty hungry from all those adventures, and I'm pretty sure you are too. It's about time for lunch now anyway. I'll make you up something, but in the meantime, there's this apple here if you want it."

I take the knives, the bucket and sponge, and the towel and leave the room, leaving your arms and legs tied together in the usual way, but not secured to the bed. I figure now, since you've had your lesson in trust, I can give you a little more freedom when I don't have any specific punishments planned.

The Stalker

I watch your retreating buttocks as you exit the room, carrying the implements from your lesson of trust. I wonder for a moment if I'm crazy. I always knew I was into a little kink and light B/D, but knife play? I'd heard of it surely, but I also didn't think I trusted anyone enough to have any kind of blade on my body, especially on or near my cock and balls.

I never knew these last few days would be such a learning experience, and believe me, I am learning. For one thing, this stalkerish feeling I've been having is slowly being replaced by a feeling of, well, love. You have managed to take me to new heights, and to new depths too. I have not yet had my orgasm, but I know now that I will get it at some point during all of this. You showed me that you would not hurt me, even when I thought you would. It's strange that both of us would have these kinds of feelings. I was a stalker searching for something to help me get off, and you were the victim I now willingly allowed to get the upper hand in this whole situation. I shudder now as my brain goes through the thoughts. You had every right to call the police on me and/or do a rather painful castration, but instead you decided to punish me yourself.

Since my arms and legs are not bound to the bed anymore, I slowly stand and make my way over to the dresser. I am a little hungry, so I pick up the apple you left behind and bite into it. I stand there, just munching quietly. I take another bite, and in just a couple of minutes, I have finished the piece of fruit, and slowly, because of the ropes, walk out of the room and toward the smell of cooking food.

I enter the kitchen and see you there. You turn toward me and smile, acknowledging my presence. You gesture toward the table, and I take the unspoken order to sit down.

"Are you all right, sweetie?" you ask me. "Did I go too far that time?"

"No, not at all," I reassure you. "I learned a lot about myself, and about you. I'm not terrified anymore, perhaps still a little bit scared, but not actually terrified half to death anymore."

You chuckle softly. "Of course, I have to let you be a little afraid. What if you don't mind me again? I can't let you start thinking you can just take your orgasm whenever you feel like it, watching me unaware, like before."

I shrug. "Actually, I don't think watching would be enough anymore," I say. "In fact, were I the one in control, the shoe might be on the other foot."

"Oh?"

You giggle flirtatiously and walk up right beside me. You rub your tits against my arm and say quietly into my ear, "Oh, you can't have this right now, but you wish you could."

You walk around behind me and nuzzle my neck before continuing the soft whispering, your breath on the back of my neck, making me shiver. "If only those eager hands were free, eh? If only I was lying on that bed in there with my legs apart, and some nice, warm chocolate sauce was on me, and I was letting you lick it off. Or if you'd told me to suck your dick, and I was on my knees with your cock in my hot mouth, and I was looking up at you with this mischievous glint in my eyes while I use my tongue to tickle sensations out of you until your seed erupted and I swallowed it all. You'd really like that, wouldn't you, you hot man?"

You stand up, laugh and walk over to the stove, glancing at me out of the corner of your eye, the hint of a smile on your lips as I shudder again.

"Yes, I would love that," I tell you. "But I'm still taking my punishment, so I know better than to think I'm going to get you to do every little dirty thing I want you to."

"No, but perhaps that's something you can earn, my dear," you say. "We still have a little time left here, and that will be used very well, don't you worry."

You bring lunch over to the table. You set two plates down filled with pork cutlets and green beans.

"Would you be a dear and get the drinks?" you ask me. I stand, walk over to the cupboard I saw you take the glasses out of this morning, and then to the refrigerator. I look through it. "What do you want?" I ask.

"There's some orange juice in there, get me that," you say. I notice the sweet tea pitcher and get me some of that. I then return to the table, glasses in hand, and give yours to you. 

"Thank you honey," you say as I sit down. You take your seat. "Dig in, you aren't waiting to eat before I do this time," you tell me.




Taming of the Stalker



We eat mostly in silence, too hungry to talk as we consume the very good pork. I wonder where you learned to cook like this. Whoever it was really must've known what the hell they were doing, because the meat and green beans is so damn delicious. I am finished within a few minutes and stand to take my plate over to the sink.

"Would you be a dear and take mine too?" you ask. I return to the table and pick up your plate. You smile at me and nod and I put that plate into the sink as well.

"Now the glasses."

I come back to the table and pick up our empty glasses. I put those in the sink along with the plates, and you walk up behind me. You rub my shoulders and pull me back into you, hugging me from behind. You start rubbing your hands all over my body. You turn me around, force me up against the counter and kiss me hungrily, pulling back long enough to whisper, "Mine," before giving me another fierce kiss. You nip at my lips this time, and then pull back, a contented smile lighting up your face.

"And now," you say in a mock announcer voice. "The games must continue."

Afternoon, The Victim

I turn out of the kitchen and we walk back toward the little office room. I can sense you shuffling along behind me, and I smile as I realize I know now that, even if your hands were not bound, you probably wouldn't take me into your arms unless I gave you my permission. This is what I have been striving for all along, not just control over your body, but the knowledge of your mind, and the understanding between us to be so implicit that the ropes and bonds are no longer necessary. Soon, I think. It will come soon enough.

We pause in the doorway to the office and I ask you if you need to go to the bathroom before we play, but you tell me you took care of that before lunch. "Good," I say, glad we can get right back to the game. I continue into the room and you come in after me and sit in the chair behind the desk again. I've marked off both our scores for the past turns, and it surprises me how little of the game we've actually played.

Without a word, you flip open the box and pick up the dice. I don't speak, since it's your turn anyway. I smile as you begin jiggling the dice around in your hands. You let them fall into the box, and the dots become visible as you move your fingers out of the way: 2, 2, 3, 5, 5. You frown for a moment, glance at your score sheet, then set the 5s aside on the desk and pick up the other dice. When they've dropped back into the box, you've got 1, 2, 3. You shake your head and roll them again, and this time it comes out better: 3, 5, 5.

"Fives for 20," you say, and I mark it down with a smile.

"This gives you 63 points. My turn now."

You slide the box of dice over and I roll them, not really caring anymore about the score. I'm finding it harder and harder to continue with the game and find myself hoping you'll win, giving me a chance to give you the orgasm you've desired for so long.

"The dice fall: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. My eyes widen and I shrug. "That won't happen again," I say. "I'd better take it while I can. Large straight. I have 93 points."

You deflate slightly, seeing that I'm now 30 points ahead of you.

"You're getting a lot of your top section though," I say. "You'll probably make a comeback later."

You shrug and glance at the sheet again. Then you sigh as I smile. "Twenty minutes of human chair. Here's how we're going to do it."

I get up, take you by the hand, and we walk out of the room. "Wait here for a sec," I say, and nip into the bedroom to grab the trusty handbag. I meet you in the hall and we continue into the combination dining room/kitchen, which also has a couch and TV to one side. I point to a recliner near the window, and you sit down. It is quite comfortable, so you don't mind so much when I secure your arms to its arms with soft, elastic restraints I have taken out of the bag. They're thick enough to cover your wrists and the backs of your hands as well. I pop the foot-rest out and you put your feet up. I secure you by the knees and ankles to the extended foot-rest, then open up your jumpsuit in the front so you're naked where it counts. Then I open my own lacy nightgown in the back to correspond, slide another elastic strap from the TV stand around your waist, then secure your chest and shoulders to the chair with an elastic harness. I do the same with your upper arms, making sure the bonds aren't cutting into your skin, then set my bag on the TV stand next to the screen itself.

I look at you, inspecting my work, run a hand through your hair, and slowly lower myself down, leaning back into your chest, my head on your shoulder and your hard-on between my thighs. I sigh, reach over and pick up the remote. I flick on the TV and begin surfing. I ask you what you want to watch, but you just shrug and tell me to pick something I like. I shift to the side so you can see the screen, but you don't seem to be paying attention, for which I can't blame you. Instead, as I slowly rub my buttocks and thighs against your hardness, you turn your face and bury it in my hair. I have taken note of the time, and endeavor to fully enjoy myself as I relax in your lap, occasionally giving you an excruciating thrill of pleasure with my bare thighs and hips. I lean forward every few minutes, shifting my weight from your hips to your thighs and back again, so as not to cause too much discomfort, and also because I know the sensation of your cock rubbing against my bare ass is causing you extreme, sweet torture.

After about ten minutes of this, I reach over and casually free one of your hands, as well as the strap around your upper arm, just to see what you'll do. For a moment, you just hold still, seeming thoughtful. Then, you start gently stroking my hair, which I like, a lot. I smile and give you an encouraging squeeze. You shudder slightly, and your hand moves down to my collar bone and then to one of my breasts. You free it from the half-open nightie and start playing with my nipple in a way that is most enjoyable. Slowly, your hand strays to the other breast, you set it free, and start playing with that one too. By now, I'm smiling widely, and not stopping you. Part of me wishes you'd rip that nightgown all the way open and bury your hand in my wet pussy. I'm sure I'd come in a heartbeat. But I don't want to ruin the nightgown, and I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunity for pleasure later.

After about five minutes of this, I can stand it no longer, I free both of your arms, then raise myself up over you, my knees on the arms of the recliner, rocking it slightly. You reach up and brace my hips to hold me steady as I violently jerk off the nightie. I wiggle around to face you and sit down on your lap so my wet pussy is right against your hard cock, the length of it rubbing sweetly against me. I grind against you, and you wrap your arms around me, pressing me tightly against you as I rock us both, slowly at first, then faster, gasping and moaning together in what seems to be one long, unfulfilling climb toward an orgasm that never comes. It's not enough for me, I need you inside of me and have to use every ounce of my will-power to keep from tilting my hips slightly and taking you in.

Twenty minutes goes by far too quickly. Once, near the end, you suddenly stopped and begged me to get up, saying you were going to cum unless I did. I had jumped up quickly until you relaxed again. I found myself surprised, because the climax had approached so quickly and because, since I had been paying more attention to what we were doing than how close you were to cumming, I hadn't been as quick about stopping myself as usual. As it was, there was some sticky precum on my thigh which made me shiver all over.

When time is up, I undo the elastic restraints and you get up slowly, as if your cock is some kind of bomb that is about to explode. I try hard not to laugh as I reapply the silk scarves to your wrists and ankles and lead you back into the office, grabbing my bag on the way. "Maybe I should have put a towel down on that recliner," I say, and your slight nervousness goes away, and you shake your head, saying you only got it on me. I nod, then smooth the nightgown back over myself and close your outfit up too before we sit down. "I'm impressed," I say. "You could have taken your orgasm then, but you warned me instead." I wasn't sure about this, because I might have noticed it in time to stop you, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt anyway. "I'll have to reward you for that later. Your turn."

You reach for the dice with both bound hands and roll 3, 4, 4, 5, 6. You quickly set aside your fours and roll the other three, getting 1, 2, 6. You reroll them again, and this time get 2, 3, 4.

"Twelve in 4s?" I ask, and you nod. I mark it down. "That gives you 75."

You slide the dice over and I roll them, getting 1, 3, 3, 4, 6. I keep my 3s and reroll the other three dice. They come up as 2, 3, 3. I grin excitedly as I set aside all four of the 3s and roll the last die, but give a disappointed shake of the head when it comes out as 6. "Oh well, no Yahtzee for me this time. I'll take four of a kind with 18, which gives me 111 points." I look up at you and grin slowly. "You know what this means," I say. "Your favorite."

"You mean your favorite," you say, but there's not much bitterness there.

I grin. "Touché. After that, you can have a bit of a break so you can clean up, get some dinner and relax a little. You've been hard for awhile, and you need to settle down, but I don't want to put you to sleep again." I smile. "But remember, after dinner, the games continue."

We head back to the bed and you get into position without being asked. I secure your arms and legs to the bedposts loosely with the scarves, giving you enough room to wiggle around if you need to, and slowly climb onto the bed next to you. I'm only disappointed that we've only got twelve minutes to do this. I hope that's enough time for me to cum, but as soon as I lower myself down and your tongue comes into contact with my clit, I realize it will be more than enough time.

The Stalker

I do my best to give you the greatest tonguing I have yet given you. Having done it before means I know which spots to lick, how much pressure to apply, how fast or slow to lick. The problem is that, this time, I feel your mouth engulf my cock, and I fight hard to not lose myself in the feelings your lips and tongue are imparting to my member. I wonder how you are going to keep me from orgasming. I settle in and work your clit the best way that I know how. I do not tease or deny you. I've finally figured out I'm very much the victim and you are very much the one in charge. I don't want to be punished again. I like you being nice and sweet, but still very much in control. I don't want the harsh you of this morning to return, so I settle in and really do an excellent job, doing my best to not think about the show going on between my legs. But what you're doing to me feels so damn good. You're pistoning your mouth up and down my rod, sucking, fluttering your tongue against me. You take me all the way down your throat and I shudder suddenly. You moan as I flick my tongue a certain way, and I feel myself tense and get ready to cum, but luckily for me, you notice and immediately remove your mouth. I keep working, and finally feel you shaking as an orgasm overtakes you. I lick up the nectar that comes forth from your womanhood, and then dive my tongue back in, wanting more. Finally you go back to work on me, but more carefully this time. I don't want to cum before you're ready to let me. In the last day, I have learned that by doing as you say, I can increase my own pleasure tenfold. I feel you shudder as you clearly hit a second orgasm, and I quickly lick up your delicious girl cum. You shudder and shake for several moments, and I am just ready to begin working you again when I hear a tiny ding. You must have set a timer and I didn't notice. You flip around, lay down on top of me and rub yourself against me. You kiss me and push your tongue deep down my throat, coming up after a minute or so for air.

"You have a talented tongue, my dear, I just thought you should know," you breathe into my ear. "Never has anyone given me such a delicious release as you. You will be rewarded in the near future for your hard work, but for the moment my love, I think food is in order, and I know just what I'm going to make."

You set about unbinding my feet and hands from the bed. You leave the scarves around my arms and legs but loosely. You are about to head out of the room when I call you back and you glance over your shoulder at me.

"What?" you ask.

"Um, I hope this isn't the only jumpsuit that I have," I say. "It's been a while since you've brought me here and I should probably think of showering soon."

"Hmm, you're right," you say. "You don't smell bad, but I did say you could relax before dinner and I think a hot shower would be the perfect way to do it. Only one thing must you promise me before I allow you to shower unsupervised."

"What's that?" I ask, although I think I know what it's going to be. You step close to me, look deep into my eyes and a smile crosses your face.

"No masturbation, no cumming," you say. "You are mine now, and if any release is granted, I'll be the one to do it, not you. Are we understood?"

"Of course," I say. "I'd much rather have you do it if you want to know the truth. The testosterone in my nuts is begging for mercy, but at the same time, my hand would not be near as perfect as yours. Or your mouth. Or whatever you use to bring me to release when you do."

"Excellent then," you say. "All right, you have my permission to shower. I'll lay a fresh jumpsuit out for you while you're in there. When you're done, come in here, get dressed, then meet me in the kitchen. Oh, and that silk won't react well to water, so take the scarves off to shower and put them back on again when you're done. You're earning your way out of them, but I don't think a little bit longer in them will hurt you."

I get off the bed and make my way out of the room. As I'm nearing the door, I hear you come up behind me and I feel a stinging slap on my ass. It doesn't hurt too much, but I jump, and I feel my cock grow a little harder. You notice me flinch and say, "Like a little spanking, do we? Perhaps I will have to take you over my knee and administer a spanking to you some time, but for now, go take a hot shower. You've earned it."

In the bathroom, I undo the silk scarves, lay them carefully on the sink, strip out of the prisoner's jumpsuit and turn on the water in the shower. I hold my hand under the faucet to gauge the water temperature and, satisfied, step in. I sigh with satisfaction as the hot water runs over me. I stand under the stream for a couple of minutes, just relaxing and taking it all in. Then I find a bottle of shampoo/body wash and a rag and soap up my body. I wash under my arms and the rest of my body, being careful when I come to my cock and balls. I don't want to send myself over the edge even accidentally, and what with all the teasing I've endured, it would be so easy to do.

I finish after a few minutes, rinse off and step out. I grab a towel, dry myself, rebind the scarves, not as effectively as you however, and make my way into the bedroom. Just as you said, a fresh jumpsuit is lying on the bed, and I get into it with few issues, except I have to untie and re-tie the scarves to get my arms through the loops. Then I walk out and toward the kitchen, where the smell of something good awaits. You turn from the stove and nod at me as I enter.

"I'm making us a pizza," you announce. "My own recipe. I learned it from my mother. Actually, I learned a lot of things from my mother."

"Did you perhaps learn how to bind a man, tease and torment him, and then keep him there nearly constantly?"

"No no," you say quickly. "That, I learned from someone else. She trained me well, but you're my first project without supervision. Tell me, little stalker, do you think I'm doing well?"

"Are you doing well? You've teased me right to the edge I can't tell you how many times. You seem to take some kind of perverse pleasure in knowing that I am constantly on the edge, thinking about you and the various ways you could get me off. The sound of your voice, the feel of your breath on my neck, our lips when they touch, all those things are helping to keep me there. I'd get on my knees and beg you to let me cum right now if I thought it would help."

"It wouldn't," you say matter of factly. "I'll decide when you get to cum, and you don't need to know more than that. It is enough to know that you will be allowed a release at all, and believe me sweetie, when you do get there, I will be happy to be the one to let you have it. You've suffered so for me, and I still have to think of a suitable reward for your being honest enough to tell me you were going to cum earlier."

"I'll look forward to it," I say.

"Would you be a sweet thing and bring me the pizza cutter?" you ask. "It's in the drawer by the refrigerator."

I walk over to the fridge as I am bid and look in the drawer next to it. Sure enough, I locate a pizza cutter and bring it back to you, shivering slightly as I remember the knife play. You take it from my hands and smile at me in thanks.

"And now a couple of plates?"

I get the plates out of the cupboard along with glasses-although you didn't ask, and set the table. I ask what you'd like to drink, and you tell me this time you'll get them. We sit down a few minutes later to eat what proves to be a very tasty pizza. While we eat, you interrogate me as to how I've enjoyed/not enjoyed the day's events and all we've done together overall. I think so far, the lesson in trust and the human chair were my favorites. I chose the lesson in trust because it gave me a feeling of total helplessness, but taught me that, although I feel helpless, I will be well taken care of, and the human chair because you let me have access to your hair and breasts, and I do so love those. We enjoy a nice, slow meal, no hurries. I then put the plates and glasses in the sink as before, and in a familiar move, you back me against the counter, kiss me rather forcefully, and this time, pull me to you and grab a handful of buttock.

"I'm not sure I can ever let you go, you know," you purr quietly. "I may just have to take you back with me and chain you to my bed and keep you as my obedient pet."

I'm not sure whether it's the hormones raging through my bloodstream or not, but at that moment I'd be thrilled to be your pet. I imagine you hiding me in your dorm room, trying to keep me a secret from your suite mates, and a shudder runs through me. I wonder how you'd keep me from being discovered, or would you?

You release me after a long moment, step back and sigh contentedly.

"I think, my dear, you've had a long enough break," you say. "It's time we get back to what's really important."

Evening, the Victim

We walk together to the office and you settle down into your designated chair. I bend over you, giving you another long kiss, and readjusting the scarves on your wrists. You've tied them a little more tightly than I would have, but not as well, and I frown a little as I loosen them and make sure you have enough freedom of movement and circulation. I lean down even further, see that you did better on your ankles, nod and stand up again, my hair brushing against your shoulder as I do. I turn and sit in my own chair, then reach up and slide the dice toward you.

You collect them and roll them quickly. They fall into the box, 1, 3, 3, 4, 4. You look thoughtful for a moment and look at your score sheet. Then, making your decision, you set aside the 3s, then pick up the other dice and roll them again: 1, 2, 6. You shake your head and roll them all again. This time, they come out 1, 3, 5.