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Restrained

By: asian_princess



I've been waiting for you all day baby. I'm so glad you're home. I have a new game we can play - but we need another person. I hope that's okay. I invited my friend Belle over. She'll be here soon, so we need to get ready...

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Restrained



As I rode my bicycle into my apartment complex one afternoon, my neighbor, Annette saluted me with a wineglass from her balcony on the next building over, "Alex, Come over and have a drink!"

Curious, however never one to pass up an offer from a lovely woman, called back, "I'll be over as soon as I shower."

Annette smiled back at me and winked, "Don't take too long, I might get cold."

After I put my bike up, I showered quickly, slipped on some shorts and sandals, and grabbing a bottle of wine, headed over to Annette's apartment. As I raised my hand to ring the bell, the door opened and Annette grabbed my hand, pulled me into her living room, and closed the door. She was listening to some soft jazz and as I turned to face her she swept up to me and pulled me into the kitchen. Semi-shocked in surprise, I let her lead me.

Annette is a pretty brunette; about five foot eight, with red and gold highlights in her long brown hair. She has a nice figure, firm, pert breasts, a lovely round derrière, and long, shapely legs. Today, she wore a short skirt, sheer blouse, and some sexy strappy white heels the accentuated her pretty feet. She was bubbling with enthusiasm as she poured a glass of wine for me, refilled hers, and raised it in a toast. "To my new promotion as sales manager," she crowed, her dark eyes flashing.

I met her glass in midair with a clear tone of crystal and said, "Congratulations Annette! You really deserve it! Why don't you have a party?"

"I wanted to tell you first," she said, stepped up to me and standing on her toes, gave me a quick, bold kiss, "I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me last Friday at the pool." I felt her erect nipples brush my chest and she looked at me with a smoldering, yet wistful look on her face. My head swam with the heady scent of her perfume..., and something else.... 

Last Friday. She came down to the Jacuzzi, where I was listening to jazz and drinking Margaritas, and talked about her life, job, love life, etc. for more than three hours. I listened as this beautiful lady told me her stories as we sipped our drinks. She had just moved in the week before, was through with her boyfriend, and fed up with her company for moving her on short notice. As she left the pool, I wanted to go home with her, but she abruptly left as quickly as she had come. I hadn't seen her since then.

I looked down at her and said, "It was my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with a lovely lady, even if all she wants is to have someone to talk to."

Annette looked up at me with a mischievous, little girl smile and whispered, "If you want to spend more time with me tonight, we can do more than talk." I felt her foot lift to caress the back of my calf.

I felt stirrings in my crotch as sipped her wine and winked. "I can't think of anywhere else I would be stupid enough to go tonight," I whispered back, swept her into my arms, and kissed her. She responded ardently, her tongue caressing mine as she rubbed herself against the hard bulge in my shorts.

She broke off the kiss and led me to her bedroom and we sat together on the edge of her four-poster bed.

She looked at me, slyly, the tip of her tongue peeking between her lips, and one eyebrow arched high. "I want to tie you up," she said. 

"Pardon me?" I replied. I'd fantasized about it, and I found the idea of surrendering myself to Annette like that exciting. "Are you serious?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she said. "I'm serious. I want to tie you up. You know, to tease you and torture you..., in a good way, of course." She smiled. 

"Of course," I replied. 

Annette climbed on top of me, pushed my hands over my head, and pinned them to the bed. She straddled my chest and her skirt rode up her thighs. Just below the hem of her skirt, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her mound covered by neatly trimmed reddish-brown hair. "Interested?" she asked. 

"Well, of course I am," I flushed as she looked at me with lust in her eyes, "but it depends. What would you do to me?" 

A devious, sly smile came over her face. "Anything I wanted," was her reply. I looked up at her beautiful face and with only a slight hesitation, said, "OK." 

"Excellent!" Annette said as she bounded off the bed into the bathroom. I didn't know what to expect until Annette returned with a handful silk scarves. I sat up in the bed and watched her. 

She pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my chest again. Annette looped one scarf around my right wrist and secured to the bedpost. She used another to fasten my left wrist to the other post at the head of the bed. I simply lay there, unable to move either hand. 

Annette knelt up, bringing her pussy to within inches of my face. I stuck my tongue out to taste her, but she was just beyond my reach. She laughed and said, "I guess you'll never look at me the same way again. I hope you'll remember this the next time you see me!" 

"How could I ever forget this," I said breathlessly.

Annette pulled my sandals and shorts off and giggled as my rigid cock sprang straight up. She securely tied my legs, spread-eagled, to the two bedposts at the bottom of the bed. I lay there, naked, unable to move, with my cock standing rigidly at attention. Annette then lightly ran her hands up and down the length of my body, running her fingers across my chest and up and down my shaft. She bent down and gave the head a quick kiss as her dark eyes flashed with excitement. Then she got off the bed and slowly, tantalizingly unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it to the floor, slid her skirt off and stood at the foot of the bed for me to see in just her heels. Her smooth evenly tanned skin flushed darkly and her pert breasts quivered with excitement as she ran her hands over her luscious body. Annette raised one foot to my crotch and ran her lovely foot up and down the length of my shaft, the tip of her heel lightly scratching my balls. I squirmed in helpless delight and then she suddenly pulled her foot away and left the bedroom in a rush. 

She reappeared in about five minutes. Five excruciating minutes when I felt every hair on my body stand up on end, five minutes of wondering what was to happen next, five minutes of pure arousal with no hope of release. It was complete torture, and Annette wasn't even in the room. 

She reappeared carrying a small basket filled with items that I couldn't see. She was sipping from a glass filled with ice water as she sat on the bed next to me. Annette placed the basket and the glass on the nightstand next to the table, out of my sight. Then, with another silk scarf suddenly appearing in her hand, she turned to face me. Holding the scarf slightly above my body, she trailed it along my body, concentrating on my nipples and thighs. Every pass brought it closer and closer to my erect cock, which jumped in anticipation. Finally, Annette took the scarf in her hand and firmly grasped my cock. She slowly started pumping it, and my hips pressed back against her hand. As I thought I was about to explode, Annette took the scarf and tied it tightly around the base of my cock. It wasn't tight enough to cut off my circulation, but it would certainly make my orgasm more difficult. 

Annette leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock again. "I can't have you come too soon," she said to it. "I'm just getting started." 

I groaned and pulled against the bonds, but they were tied too tight to escape. 

Annette reached over to the basket and pulled out a hairbrush. Bristle-side down, she began to run it across my body. Then she began concentrating on my cock. Each lightly scratching stroke of the bristles against my cock caused me to groan. Waves of frustrating pleasure emanated from my cock through the rest of my body. Annette had me close to the edge of release and was determined to keep me there as long as she wanted. I groaned, wanting the release of orgasm. 

Annette turned around and got up on top of me again, straddling my chest. She reached over to the nightstand to get her drink of water. She took a long sip, pulling one of the ice cubes into her mouth. She put down the glass and spit the ice cube into her hand, grinning down as I looked helplessly up at her. "You look so hot. I think I need to cool you down...," she said, in a pouty voice.

The ice in her hand, Annette reached down to press it against my nipple. The shock of the cold against me was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and moaned with pure pleasure. It was like cold fire exploding from my chest straight to my cock. Just as suddenly as the sensation had hit, Annette took the ice cube away. Then she touched it to my other nipple, and the want of release shot through my body again. Then she moved down between my legs, careful not to touch my cock at all. She held the ice cube and traced it along the muscles of my chest. I squirmed in response to her exquisite teasing. The cold of the ice, combined with the trail of water it left along my body, as it melted, was almost unbearable. 

With the ice completely melted on my body, Annette again straddled my chest. She moved her pussy closer and closer to my face. She sighed as she settled her weight down around my head and I stuck my tongue out to kiss and part her delicate labia, flushed red with desire. I lapped eagerly at her pussy, seeking out the soft folds of her flesh. She was so incredibly wet; and I realized that she was teasing herself as much as me as she tormented my helpless body. I buried my head between her thighs, pulling her clitoris into my mouth where I firmly sucked on it. Her hips were gyrating and pushing against me as an intense orgasm rocked through her body. 

She sat back against my chest to catch her breath. "That was really nice," she said. "Now do it again." 

She raised her body up to my face again and I started licking and sucking every inch of her flesh within reach. For a second time, I pushed apart the folds of her pussy with my tongue, seeking her hard clitoris. As she ground herself onto my face, I tongued her engorged clit and she came again. 

Annette moved down my body until her pussy was just at the tip of my erect cock. As much as I tried to enter her, she stayed just out of reach. Finally, she lowered her hips until I felt the soft hair of her mound brush against the head of my cock. I raised my hips up to meet her

"Do you want this now?" She said, pulling away from me. 

I could barely answer her. Groaning, I said, "Oh yes." 

"Then lie still and be a good boy!"

Slowly Annette lowered herself down until the head of my cock barely parted her labia. She rotated her hips back and forth from her clit to her anus until I could feel her juices running down my shaft, mixing with my dripping pre-come and soaking the scarf tied around my balls. 

I groaned and thrashed my head, not daring to move and have her pull away again. Nothing I did helped; I was completely at Annette's whim. 

When I thought I couldn't take any more teasing, she slid slowly down onto my cock until the entire length was inside her. Annette pressed her hips into mine and held them still as she looked down at me with pure lust in her dark eyes. I could feel her pussy muscles rippling around my encased shaft. "Now" was all she said as she started moving up and down in short strokes. I thrust upward, pulling against the scarves, trying to plunge deeper and harder into her. Annette's strokes became longer and faster and I started to feel the release that I had been craving for so long. The pressure in my groin grew steadily and then reached the bursting point. I cried out as the first waves of the most intense orgasm in my life overpowered me. Annette whimpered and plunged my pumping cock to the hilt in her wonderful pussy as her own orgasm coursed through her. I could feel her pussy contracting in spasms as she ground her pelvis down on me, trembling as she forced every inch into her. She arched her back with a little cry of delight and collapsed on my chest, her breath fluttering, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.

Annette slowly crawled off my body and untied my arms. I lay there with her holding me, both of us panting, before sitting up to untie my legs. Then I took her in my arms and held her close to me. 

"Was that OK?" she asked. 

"I think it was just fine," I answered, "let's celebrate more often."

"...what you gonna do in those shoes?"



Restrained



My sincere thanks to J for his unending support for my writing. His patience, good humour and editing skills have been essential in making sure this story was finished.

Thank you to Gary for his enthusiasm and encouragement. 

This is for Z...thanks for the inspiration.

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I hear the front door shut and his bag drop to the floor. My heart skips a beat and I'm on edge. My skin is tingling, my nipples hardening. I'm breathing a little quicker. He does this to me.

"Hey, where are you?" he calls.

"In the kitchen," I reply.

I look up as he walks in. We're both ridiculously pleased to see each other. It's been a long day apart. He's in a suit and tie, looking sexy and smart. I'm at the sink in t-shirt and jeans, my hair up; it's been so hot today.

"How's your day?" I ask, blushing a little, my eyes leaving his in case he can see what he does to me. 

I can't look at him without remembering all the details of what we did last night, yesterday and all the days before that. 

He comes up behind me, pressing his body to mine, his hand cupping my breast, thumb teasing my nipple through my soft t-shirt. He nuzzles the back of my neck, his warm breath on the curls of hair that have fallen free of the clip. I close my eyes and lay my head back on his shoulder as he kisses my neck, his other hand resting over my belly.

"Yeah good. Yours?" he replies turning me to face him.

I shrug my shoulders. Who cares, it's going to get better now. He leans in to kiss me and as his soft mouth touches mine I feel his hand undo the button on my jeans. I open my eyes to see him watching me. He's always watching me. I pull away and lean back over the bench as he slides the zipper down, his deft fingers effortlessly move past the lace band of my knickers to my cleft. He leans in to kiss me again, trying to distract me from the movements of his fingers. I go to pull away but he puts his free hand behind my head.

"Where do think you're going?" he whispers.

I give in as his soft warm mouth envelopes mine. He weakens me with his kiss, his fingers sliding back and forth in my wetness. Breaking his kiss, he buries his face in my neck.

"You're wet. What've you been up to without me?"

I chuckle. He has no idea I'm in a constant state of desire. From the time I wake and feel him behind me in the bed, to the afterglow of our morning exploration of each other, to the long distraction of the day when I wait for him to join me at home. I feel his hands on me even when he's not there.

"It was a good day. What can I say? Lucky you came home in time."

He grins at me and I can see that he's not unaware at all. It feeds his desire for me, knowing that he has me hanging out for him. 

I hold my breath as his finger finds its way inside me, just the tip; he's teasing me, pressing into my sex. I instinctively grind into him, hoping he'll take pity on me and slide the rest of his finger into me, his palm massaging my clit as he fucks me. But no, he's just messing with me. He pulls out of me abruptly and I tremble as he gently spreads my moisture over my bottom lip. I'm pleased to see his face is as flushed as mine feels. He's not as in control as I think he is.

"I'll get changed," he says moving away leaving me panting against the sink.

With my jeans still open I run my tongue over my lip tasting myself. The sun is starting to go down and the house is cooler. I shake my hair out, strip out of my jeans and follow him to the bedroom. He's hanging up his suit, his shirt and tie on the bed, standing only in his boxers. I catch my breath at the broad sweep of his back, the hollow just above his bum is sweet, I've kissed it often enough to know. His thighs, tight and strong, his perfectly shaped legs that fit so wonderfully between mine. 

He senses me and stops what he's doing as he sees me in my t-shirt and lace panties. 

"What're you up to?"

I smile at him. He's intrigued; I like that. I don't often get the chance to surprise him.

"I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight," I say suggestively, going past him to the wide selection of ties hanging in his wardrobe. I select three and turn to him. I can see he thinks they're for him to use on me. I notice a twitch in his boxers and I glance down, raising an eyebrow.

"You right there?" I ask.

"Sure. I was just thinking about how good those will look around your wrists."

I laugh. "Me? No baby these are for you. Come on."

He stands there for a minute watching me as I walk across the room to the chair in the corner, dragging it over to the bed. 

"You want me in the chair?" he asks.

I knot two of the ties to the back legs of the chair. 

"Sure. Come on, I won't hurt you."

I can see his cock growing in his pants, pressing against the fabric. It's a good start.

He comes over, kissing me quickly on the mouth. I reach for his boxers, yanking them to the ground, his now hard cock rising up from his belly. The vision is enough to make me want to drop to knees and enjoy him in my mouth. He pauses as he watches me fighting the urge.

"Have a seat," I say eventually.

He settles into the chair and I go behind him, gently moving his arms to the back, securing his wrists in the soft fabric. 

"How's that?" I ask quietly, leaning over his shoulder, my face just centimetres from his neck. 

"Yeah, good," he replies hoarsely.

I place a kiss on his neck. He smells good; the fading aroma of his aftershave and his own overwhelmingly delicious scent. He always smells great, whether fresh from the shower or after working out. I inhale deeply and bite him lightly on the ridge of his shoulder, goose bumps scatter across his chest and I see the muscles in his thighs tense.

I move around to stand in front of him, slowly lifting the t-shirt over my head. I hear his soft intake of breath as I reveal myself to him, my belly, breasts and hard tight nipples. 

"You like?" I ask, cupping the weight of my tits in my hands, my fingers rolling my nipples seductively, biting the corner of my lip.

He nods his head, not meeting my eye, only seeing me manipulating my tits. He's swallowing hard and I can see he longs to have me in his mouth.

I take up the other tie and hold it tight in front of me. 

"Now for this one," I say suggestively.

He frowns briefly before smirking as he realises what's going to happen. 

"Close your eyes baby."

He does as he's told. I'm surprised he's acquiescing so readily. Usually I'm his play toy. I can match him with desire and need but he's inventive and his exploration of my body each and every day keeps me coming back for more. I find that the longer I'm with him I'm being consumed into his world. It's harder to remember my life before him.

I circle the tie around his eyes, securing it at the back of his head, my breasts lightly touching his face. He holds his breath, feeling the familiar soft skin against his. He turns his head and I move out of the way of his open mouth.

"Not until you're told to," I whisper.

He growls dangerously. It's not often he's not in control. I shuck off my lace knickers and run them under his nose. He immediately turns towards the scent. 

"How's that?" I ask softly.

"It's great. It's you," he says.

"Good boy." I reward him with a kiss, my tongue slipping into his mouth briefly.

I stroke his shoulders, down to his pecs, brushing my fingers lightly over his nipples, my eye on his cock, which is throbbing and glistening. I duck down between his legs, my fingertips lightly stroking his inner thighs, placing small kisses as I make my way up to his rampant rod. It's tempting to take him in my mouth, swallow him whole and make him climax. But that's what happens all the time. Once I have his taste in my mouth I hunger for him in a way that's obscene.

I flick the top of his slit with the tip of my tongue taking the beads of moisture from his crown. He gasps and for a second I want to put him out of his misery. Then I see his confident grin and know he needs longer. To know that he's not the only one who can play.

I stand, patting his knee as I move away to the bedside cabinet. 

"Hey where're you going?" he complains.

"Shh," I say.

I take my vibrator out of the drawer and lay down in front of him. He can't see me of course but he can hear me. 

"No way," he groans as the low buzz starts up.

"Oh yes way," I say slyly.

I stroke the soft rubber through my wet cleft, arching my back and groaning as the initial buzz vibrates through my body. I run the vibe over my clit, pressing the tip into the entrance to my wet canal. With my free hand I clasp my hard nipple and pinch it, the burning sensation is immediate, shooting deep into my belly meeting with the low throb of the vibrator and it's only seconds and my pelvis in grinding into the bed.

"What the fuck?" he growls.

I turn the speed up a notch and the effect is immediate. I'm bucking against the pink toy. I slide it into my gaping puffy cunt, driving it into me, thrusting it over and over. Soon enough the familiar waves of my orgasm are building.

"I'm cumming," I whisper.

"Jesus," he murmurs.

My thighs tense, my toes curl, I press the vibe hard into my clit and hold it there, long after I can stand it, my belly tightens, pressing into my convulsing womb, the walls of my pussy straining to find something hard to cling to. I cry out, it's his name it's always his name, even if he's not there. 

I throw the vibe to the side, trembling with the aftershock, my juices flooding the bed under me and I look over at him. He's covered in a fine layer of sweat. Perfect.

I edge myself to the side of the bed, my legs shaking. I stand over him, straddling him and he can feel me, smell me. 

I put a hand behind his head directing his mouth to my breast, feeding him my nipple. He doesn't hesitate to take it, sucking it across his tongue flattening it against the roof of his mouth. My thighs start to tremble again as my newly aroused body recognises more pleasure. The sparks of electricity rushing through my belly to my groin, the heat of his mouth and the sharp sting as his teeth graze my nipple.

I hold his head to me, two arms around his head. I cling like a drowning victim to a life buoy. His expert manipulation has me begging for relief, my hips circling, looking for purchase. I slip my thumb in between his lips, breaking the contact with me, withdrawing from his mouth.

I reach down between us, my fingers circling the fleshy crown of his hot length. I settle back onto his lap, inserting the head of him into my warm wet folds. He groans in relief and I'm tempted to let him know how good it is for me too but not yet.

Slowly I sink down over his cock, the fullness of him stretching me, filling me completely. As my thighs reach his he can't help but know how good it is for me. I'm shuddering, my fingers digging into his strong back, my head buried in his neck as I pant. I can feel the wetness of my kitty oozing out around us both.

"You ok?" he whispers into my hair.

"Yes," I manage, turning my face to his, our mouths meeting in hunger. Kissing him is another pleasure I crave. His mouth on mine whether in greeting or desire is a sure fire way to connect me to my inner slut.

I'm the first to break away as my body adjusts to the fullness of him and I rock my pelvis against him, my clit finding purchase against his groin. It's his turn now and I don't want to waste a minute. I press my breasts against his chest, holding him tight as I ride his firm cock. His face is turned toward me, his mouth against my neck and on every up stroke he nips at my skin, signalling his need for me. 

"Fuck me!' he groans and I know he's got to be close. He never asks.

I pull away from the heat of him, standing to break the contact, his wet rod slipping from inside me. 

"No!" he cries out. 

"Wait," I reassure him.

I step between his spread legs and back up over him until my bum touches his belly and I again lower myself onto him. There's no gentleness this time, no delicious slow enjoyment of how we fit together. I steady myself on his knees and ride him, driving his cock deep into the warm sheath of my pussy. I can feel the head of him up against my cervix, driving into the top of my canal and soon enough my belly is tightening against the intruder within it and I'm arching my back, as I feel the change in him, his cock seemingly lengthening and thickening within me. 

"Jesus," he gasps.

As he cums inside me I shorten my movements, milking him as he fires his seed into me.

"Stop!" he gasps, breathlessly.

I settle back onto his lap as his still semi-hard cock finishes twitching inside me. He leans his head onto my back, his breath cooling my over-warm skin. We stay like that both catching our breath.

"Ok?" I ask standing up, his softened cock slipping effortlessly from my swollen wet pussy. 

He leans his head back against the chair and I push the soft tie from his eyes, holding his head in my hands and I gently kiss his eyelids, forehead, cheeks and finally his open mouth. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the half-light of the darkened bedroom. I untie his arms from behind him and lay down on the bed to watch him as our combined cum continues to wet my thighs. His scent will stay on me long after I've showered later.

He's watching me, he always watches me. He leans forward, climbing onto the bed next to me. I lay my head on his chest, running my fingertips up and down his belly, he snakes his arm around me, pulling me up against him, his arm down my back, his hand resting on my hip. 

I'm already on edge again having him this close, his hands on me. I wonder how long he can wait for dinner.



Restrained



As he made his way to the bedroom as requested, his mind was running over all the clues she had sent him throughout the day, the photos she had messaged him, little images that had him dreaming of what she might have planned for them both.

A few months previously they had talked about the most perverted, kinky fantasy they both had and his had set a flame glowing in her eyes, they had made out like teenagers that night spending hours teasing each other, she had been dripping wet when he finally entered her and so hot it almost made him cum on the spot.

So all day he had been getting cryptic messages, a photo of some rope, a message saying meet me at McDonalds for tea, then go home and get a shower, I will wait in the bed room... NO QUESTIONS OR YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!

He had been a state of semi arousal all day, which had turned into a raging hard on when he arrived at McDonalds, She had turned up in her full length black coat, he had ordered for them both and when he arrived at the booth she had picked, which was in the far corner and was by far the most private, had positioned herself so he could just make out the gusset of her black lace panties, he had stood there almost able to balance the tray on his now apparent arousal.

She giggled in the way that always gave him tingles up his back, "go careful getting in your seat, we don't want him bruised" she said nodding to the bulge in his trousers, "oh sure, like I wasn't going to get hard after all the messages and you turning up like Madame Whiplash!!"

"Well brace yourself because from here it just gets better!"

We ate in silence, the only thing to punctuate it was my sharp intake of breath when her foot found its way in between my legs and masterfully massaged my aching cock, I could feel the precum oozing, making my boxers slick, I knew she would love the fact she had turned me on this much, there are many things which I love about my wife, one of them was her ability to make me ache like this, another was her willingness to experiment, the fact she got off on making me reach orgasmic heights never before seen was something I had never experienced before, I must admit it is gorgeous to watch.

I get to the bedroom after taking a shower, I had to have it quite cold as the heat from the water was taking me back to that warm wet dark place my cock wanted to be, I didn't want to cum yet, I wanted her to have her way and tease me until she wanted to let me into heaven.

I stood at the doorway taking in the scene before me, she had transformed the bedroom into a moody incense heavy cavern, the bed was draped in black sheets, there were wrist restraints glinting in the soft lighting and a rope was looped through the bottom of the bedstead, my cock leapt when I saw what she was wearing, tight white corset and suspenders set, in complete contrast to the bedding, she looked over into the corner of the room where she had set up my digital camera, "Set to take a movie, I want you to be able to enjoy this at a later date, either together or alone!" she whispered, Oh my god... where did this vixen come from? 

I wondered, we had always had a varied sex life, but this was something else, it was like all my fantasies all at once, there was only one thing missing.

As if reading my thoughts she lit a candle and held it above the back of her hand, as the wax dripped onto it she held it higher or lower to test the heat, when she was comfortable with how high to start dripping, she blew it out and set it on the bedside shelves, she switched on the digital recorder and turned toward me. 

She smiled at me as she sauntered over, my aching dick was as hypnotised as I was, she lightly ran her hands down my chest, tickling my chest hair as she kissed me, slowly with just a hint of her minty flavoured tongue.

She gently turned me as we kissed so I had my back to the bed, gently pushing me back I went down onto the bed with absolute trust in her.

When I had made myself comfortable she held up a black eye mask with a questioning look, without hesitation I said "Yes please" my words slightly husky as the desire took over, good grief I wanted her, I wanted her to do anything she wanted, as long as I could watch her reach climax at the end, she could do anything to me right now.

She put the mask over my eyes pulling the elastic behind my head, and I laid my head back onto the pillows, she then lifted my arms up in turn and restrained them to the headboard using the leather cuffs I had seen earlier, they were comfy and oh my god did they turn me on, I heard her giggle as she licked the tip of my dripping cock, "mmmm you taste delicious" she sighed, I felt the bed move as she got off and then I felt the sting of dozens of leather strips across my thighs, and then as quickly across the other thigh. 

I am in heaven was all I could think as I felt her warm mouth on my balls, tongue tracing the outline of them and slowly being trailed up the shaft of my cock.

She stopped short of my swollen head, I lifted my hips to try to make contact, but I felt the bite of the cat and nine tails across my poor cock, "ahhhhh", I moaned and relaxed back onto the bed, again the bed moved as she got off it, I felt her wrap the rope around my ankle and again at the knee, finishing the bond with a tight noose around my cock and balls, she quickly did the same with the other side, joining the end of the second tether to the loose bit of rope secured around my privates, making a very snug bond all the way from one foot to the other.

I heard her sigh and trace a finger across my nipples making them hard, I yelped as she attached peg like things to them, creating a dull ache through my chest sending spikes of pleasure to my groin, she tweaked them in turn as she moved away, then there was a gentle tickling from feet to groin and back down again, I imagined the feather that was on the window sill, I love that feeling of a thousand tiny fingers touching me all over, I started to moan and raised my hips from the bed again, WHAP! The cat and nine tails slapped across my hips again and then again when I didn't relax back, "More" I said.

She straddled my hips and my now cool purple cock came into contact with her dripping heat, I wanted it be engulfed by it, feel its molten heat seep into my cold appendage, but as I pushed up she lifted herself clear, "NO! I have something you will enjoy more first..." What? More than I was enjoying THIS? Oh you wanton fox, how could you leave me in such sweet torture?

I heard a rustling, and she loosened off the restraints to my cock and legs, bent my legs at the knee and put a pillow under my ass, she quickly retied my legs in that position so I couldn't move.

I heard the top of a bottle come off and then the cool wetness of KY jelly being applied to my tight hole, she moaned a little as she moved towards me I felt something press against my anus as she said "Just relax, you will love this" so I relaxed and all of a sudden I was being filled with something long and pliable, must be a vibrator I thought, but then her tummy came into contact with my cock then she moved back as did the thing inside me, I moaned at the same time she did, she wrapped her hand around my fit to burst cock, as she pushed forward with her hips and all at once I knew what she had, a strap on... I nearly came in her hand, I blew a few short breaths out and got control back, she giggles again and saucily said "Told you, you would like it!" she moaned again and her pelvis pressed against my hard cock, "yes nearly as much as you by the sounds of it!" 

I laughed, she picked up the pace with her thrusts and her hand, gritting my teeth from desire and a need to climax I moaned my "stop or I'll cum" sound, and she eased up the hand action, I could tell she was close too, but all at once she gently pulled the strap on out and moved around the bed, straddling me again, but this time sinking me deep inside her heat, that's all it took before I started thrusting up into her panting and moaning, she came down to meet my thrusts and kissed my mouth biting my lower lip and sucking on it bringing me to a climax which made me shout in her mouth, pushing her over the edge into her own ecstasy, she moved her head away from me and ground down on my pulsating hardness, moaning my name, it took a little while to regain the ability to talk, and then all I could say was "Wow!" again she giggled and she moved off me and removed my wrist restraints.

Leaving the eye mask on until last, she removed it to show me the strap on, it was, well sort of a strap on without straps, there was two ends, one with a part which fit inside her and the other made with a thinner phallus to fit inside me painlessly. I did a double take when I saw how big it was, she showed me that I had taken most of it, I am so glad I hadn't seen it before!

She sighed and apologised for not using the candle wax, "Are you kidding, I was in sensory overload!" 

It was one night I will never forget, thanks to the recording!!



Restrained



I was waiting in the room for you as you asked me to do so. I sat on the bed positioning myself to hopefully look appetising the moment you laid eyes on me. I wasn't waiting long when you entered the room in a suit and a black holdall. My heart quickened as I admired the sight. You strode over to me, stooping down to posses my mouth, resting a hand on my collar bone. Your thumb circling a spot on my throat as the kiss intensified. I wanted to touch you but was silently waiting for your permission as always. Your grip tightened on my shoulder, creeping its way to my throat until it was firmly grasping me. You pulled me up in this manner and led me over to the door so my finishing position left me facing the door. 

"Take off your clothes and stay there as I put you."

"Yes, Sir." I obediently responded to your command beginning to peel off my clothing. I have done this many times with you and have shared pictures of myself naked with you before now but I still couldn't help feeling self-conscious in your presence. I could hear you preparing something, the zips of the bag opening and closing and the jangling of metal. I was dying to look, however I didn't let curiosity get the better of me and remained in the stance you left me. You soon returned holding my wrists out and cuffing them each with a black strap. You then raised my arms up and secured them to the door jam. "Don't worry baby." Your voice soothed. "Remember your safe word." I nodded taking in my new situation. "Good girl." You said as you kissed me softly on my upstretched arm.

You left me again only this time to come back with a hard cock brushing against my arse still wrapped up in your boxers. Your hands held my hips, making them sway against you. I could feel my juices pooling in my cunt. Your hands pressed up my curves, round my shoulders before cupping my breasts. My bum instinctively rubbed up and down your blood engorged cock as you kneaded my tits in sync. Your hands then travelled back down my body until leaving me to remove your boxers.

A hand rested on my bum whilst your dick suddenly slipped between my thighs. Not yet entering me you rubbed yourself between my soaking lips. It was torture having you so close to me and not yet inside me. I was moaning in an almost plea to at least slip into my wanton hole just once to truly feel your size and girth again. It wasn't working, you didn't enter me at this point. The rubbed slowed a little and I felt the cold dripping of lube ooze down my bum cheeks. You then parted them and slid your dick between them. This time I was a little apprehensive about you sliding into this tighter hole. The quicker the pace the more I felt your balls slap against my lips sending delicious signals all over my body. 

You removed your cock and slapped me hard on my right arse cheek. The force and unexpected impact had me blurting out a loud gasp. "That's for tensing up your arse, whore. It's mine to do what I please with. Do not be afraid of my touch." Another 3 spanks were delivered. "Is that clear, slut?"

"Yes Sir!" I winced feeling the bitter-sweet sensations bouncing all over my body. 

"Good. I have something to put inside your backside so I need you to relax." 

"Yes Sir." I just about managed to get the last syllable out when your finger began to massage my pursing arse hole. It was well lubricated and easily slid into me. I began to relax as your finger dipped in and out and was surprised how accommodating to your touch I was becoming. "Good girl, Sir is proud of you. I think you are ready for a little toy to fill your hole. Sir's finger wants to be free for other things." I felt you remove the finger from my back side and didn't have long to wait until another implement was pressing at my most intimate place. It was smaller than your finger at first but gradually felt bigger the more it went in. It was nobbled. Each nobble increasing in size the further up the shaft it went. When rational thought was creeping back in I realised it was anal beads. I was whimpering slightly as they were becoming bigger and a little less comfortable which prompted you to stroke my back cooing sweet words to settle me. I was feeling reassured as the last bead popped into place. "All done baby girl. You have done so well for me."

"Thank you Sir." I responded with a huge sigh, a little pleased with my efforts.

"Sir still wants to make those arse cheeks red and bruised." I can't deny my heart raced and my cunt tingled with the anticipation.

No sooner had the words left your mouth I felt the hard slap of a leather paddle. This came down on my cheeks several times. Each one leaving me sore, the heat spreading. I clenched after each stroke which in turn gripped on the beads. I wasn't sure if I liked the feeling but it felt very naughty indeed. I soon felt a feather gliding over the stinging area. It was both soothing and painful. More smacks were delivered followed by the feather touches. I was in pain but I also smiled to myself. The paddle was discarded and I heard you drop to your knees. Both hands gripped my cheeks hard and you sunk your teeth into my flesh. I cried out but also thanked you for the sensations I was experiencing. 

You stood up again, took a fist full of my hair and penetrated my cunt with 2 fingers. "You're so wet you naughty girl slut. I think you must enjoy being treated this way." I nodded as best I could and you chuckled a little. Your fingers were shoved in my mouth and my hole was quickly filled with your cock. "Suck my fingers baby whilst I fuck you. This won't take long I'm going to use you like the fuck toy you are. I might let you cum." The pounding began, shaking me like a rag doll. I cried out with the forceful thrusts you were delivering. Your hand came out of my mouth and clasped my tit then made its way between my legs and honed in on my overgrown clit. Your forefingers encircled the sensitive nub expertly bringing me close to climax. I was so turned on I came hard around your cock and a moment later you coated my internal walls with your hot, sticky load. You removed the beads from my arse at the same time as removing yourself from me. A weird but pleasurable feeling washed over me. You then cuffed my wrists and held me a few moments, kissing my head and stroking my hair telling me how proud you were of me.



Restrained (A Natalya Story)



She wasn't helpless, but Natalya gave the audience that impression. She knew a single signal to Max would end the show. He wouldn't be pleased, but Max believed she knew her limits best. Only Natalya knew that her limits had been pushed so far that she had no idea when to stop.

Encased in a translucent latex cat suit, her tight gymnast body was on display for the onlookers and gawkers. The second skin was snug enough to tuck her tummy and thighs while presenting her round buttocks and teardrop breasts admirably. The fitted gas mask disguised her identity while adding to the animated rubber doll image Natalya was presenting. Her iconic skunk stripe running through her dark brown hair was a detail few of the attendees would remember.

What they were fixated on and would replay over and over again was the smooth motion of the three inch thick dildo that moved in and out of her ass on a steady motorized arm.

The cat suit had been fitted with exaggerated sexual features including an oversized pair of deep labia folds and a wide ring for her anus. These were fitted to short hollow tubes that penetrated her openings and opened up inside of her pelvis. The reinforcing rings for the pliable tubes only went a few inches deep, but it was more than enough to ensure Natalya's muscles could not squeeze her sex or ass shut. Simple overlapping latex seals kept her fluids in for the most part but still allowed for penetration. The only barrier was width since the rubber fittings determined the maximum dildo thickness that Natalya could handle.

Hence some measure of the audience's interest. She'd been wearing biker short style panties with the fittings all weekend. Sometimes openly and sometimes underneath her latex skirts and trousers. The last night of the three day fetish weekend event was the play party, and Natalya could finally show off what her cunt and ass had been trained to do. Starting with the three inch thick dong that was stroking in and out of her anus without encountering any resistance. Three inches was the smallest sized dildo she played with, but most women were shocked to see a toy so big being used anally. They had no idea the sort of girth and length that Natalya craved.

Her labia tunnels ached from the gentle tugging the sex toy's wide shaft encouraged across the pelvic curve of the rubber suit. Her ass groaned from the shallow fucking it was receiving. But Natalya enjoyed all seven inches of silicon cock as best she could while squeezing down on the smooth shaft.

The mechanical arm didn't tire or notice her subtle rebellion. It drove that faux cock in whether Natalya's ass clenched or relaxed. It tugged that massive thick member out whether Natalya's ass clung to it or not. Over and over again her ass received a regular metered pounding, and Max watched and waited for Natalya's customary response.

Despite how mundane being ass fucked was, even with a bigger dildo in public, Natalya was interested in trying something new. She knew Max expected her to tap her fingers, and then he'd clean her up and swap dildos to show off her cunt. Fucking with his expectations in public - where Max had to cover up his frustration - suited Natalya's deviant urges. Acting slowly so Max would see what she was doing, Natalya fitted her right wrist into the metal cuff on the leather padded table top. His eyes were watching her like a hawk, and there was a satisfying click when the hasp latched closed and Natalya knew she was locked in place. Then she did the same with her left wrist, nudging the interior of the cuff clasp, and it smoothly clicked into place as well. Both wrists fixed to the table Max had designed for her to be displayed on, Natalya wasn't surprised to see him moving in her peripheral vision. She wondered if he would undo the cuffs or just stand closer. When his hand brushed over her latex covered leg, Natalya felt the pressure on her skin but couldn't distinguish his fingertips from his palm.

Quietly Max spoke, "I suggest you only try this once you have worked up to it." His hand adjusted Natalya's ankle and another cuff clicked into place. He had to walk around the fucking machine to get to the last cuff restraint. It locked into place easily as well. "The machine, of course, can go faster and deeper."

Natalya braced herself. She had no idea what Max would do, but cuffing her own wrists had been something new to try. Now she was truly fixed in place, and her heart rate was rising in anticipation of his desires. The fucking machine began pressing the fake cock further up her ass - wobbling the whole way because of the resistance near the top of her rectum. She softly cried out into the gas mask when she felt the rounded head of the dildo bottom out, and then the broad head pushed forward as it tried to penetrate her colon. It only took three slow strokes to succeed.

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The petite rubber encased woman had looked almost fake up to that moment. Only a bit of her hair was exposed, the rest of her was covered with a glossy well fit catsuit. The pistoning machine drilling her ass with a dildo nearly as thick as a forearm seemed to have no impact on her. But once she was locked in place that changed.

She shuddered and shivered. Her hips moved and twisted. Her torso heaved repeatedly, and the lenses of the gas mask quickly fogged up from her hard breathing and perspiration. The black silicon dildo was a good sixteen or eighteen inches long, and when it was drawn back by the machine there was a wet high lube mark about two-thirds along the shaft. Ten to twelve inches deep would put the head of the dildo under her belly button or further, and there was no sign that the shaft was bending inside of her.

With a hand resting on her clear latex wrapped buttock, her sharply dressed man spoke to the people watching. "With additional training, the same size dildo will be used to penetrate her womb. It's obviously a painstaking effort that takes a lot of careful preparation. Once she can handle it, sheathes will be fitted that use rigid poles to maintain a proper rubber cunt and rubber ass. The perfect enhancement for a rubber doll." He smiled and then went back to monitoring the fucking machine and adding more lube to the hefty silicon dildo.

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Natalya heard his words despite her pulse thundering in her ears. She'd always wondered why Max went along with her crazy fantasies. Now she knew and her pussy trembled while her abdomen was fucked over and over by the faux black cock. As it was the latex cuff that extended a few inches into her ass and cunt removed all sensation except tugging and pressure from her openings. That dull distant feeling was part of what drove Natalya to push her body further to seek out new extreme sensations. If Max really inserted latex sheathes into both her holes then Natalya knew she'd never feel a dildo or cock properly again. Just the shapeless sensation of rubber being pressed into her pelvis and abdomen. Even a fist would be reduced to a large lump with no distinguishing knuckles and no individual fingers.

She moaned while her belly churned, and Natalya felt sick with desire and heat and need. He knew what he was taking away from her. He'd known all weekend that he was denying her well developed labia and open sphincter the ability to enjoy air caressing her skin for more than an hour or so when they washed up. He'd pushed her to go further, to seek intensity to make up for the dullness of sensation on the surface of her pelvis, and Natalya had done exactly what he wanted.

Well, not exactly... She grinned. There was a delightful joy knowing he couldn't read her expressions under the gas mask. He didn't know about her special present for him tonight. Natalya only hoped Makayla was watching right now. Witnessing what Natalya had told her to expect. Sweating in her cute little latex boy briefs and tube top.

Max had seen Natalya pull the young raver latex woman, but he'd been too busy dancing by himself to notice that Natalya kept Makayla on a short leash. Natalya had no use for women for herself, so he rarely paid attention to which women she interacted with. So he didn't notice how Natalya looked over the younger woman and scored the petite dancer with him in mind.

Pretty Makayla's well developed breasts were more than enough to guarantee that Natalya would want to use her for bargaining with Max.

Natalya moaned as the dildo hit a tender spot within her intestines rapidly becoming bruised from the dildo's deep thrusts. Her pussy was drooling wet, but she had focus on the prize. Transformed into a rubber doll, restrained by cuffs with her cunt and ass presented for whatever Max wanted to use them for, Natalya still had an ace in the hole. Pretty Makalya - who thought just maybe she'd want to try fisting and some dildos if Natalya would help her get Max's attention.



Restrained and Cutting



Her sharp intake of breath almost stopped my heart for a second, when the scalpel bit into her smooth pale skin. The skin parted easily to that sharp thin blade, and the vein just beneath the collarbone and above the firm breast and hard nipple opened forth from the same incision. She didn't move or scream. There was plenty of play in the ropes that loosely bound her naked body to my bed. She wanted to bleed for me.

She wanted to be inside me. 

And as my mouth closed over that inch long cut she was.

Her essence filling me as her blood flowed down my throat. As I drank from her the more I wanted her. And the more I wanted from her. I sucked at the wound already spurting in my mouth as I felt my cock growing hard. Ravenous. My whole world was in that small cut, though as I drank my awareness grew to include all of her. But beyond the bed there was nothing. Here and now-all that existed.

Blood is by nature salty but hers was also sweet. And intoxicating. My hands roamed and caressed her naked body as she bled for me. It was a cool night, but still I was bathed in sweat. Excitement coursing through my body in myriad ways. My heart pounding as loudly as hers. And I could feel every heartbeat from her body with my lips and tongue. Her pulse evident as she squirted into my mouth in time with the pounding of my own heart. We were connected. The rhythm of her life perfectly in tune with mine as I feasted upon her.

Physical pain to pull back my mouth from her, but I did. Too much too quickly is never pleasant, yet I had already drank in much of her red velvet moisture. My mouth followed my hands. Chasing and caressing every inch of her naked body held down and at my disposal. There were a few inches of play in the ropes, but still she did not fight against them to use it. The purple suede cuffs and collar held her in place, but no more than her desire held her down. She moaned more loudly then when she was cut when I licked the thin sheen of sweat from her tight stomach, and sighed in disappointment when I evaded the smooth shaved spot beneath it to kiss lick and bite my way down her legs. All the way down I went. I could feel her eyes on me as she watched. The heat I felt from her stare inspired me further.

As I took her toes in my mouth I looked up at her and our eyes met and locked. Electricity! My hands caressed her calves as I sucked on each toe one after another. Our eyes, never leaving each other's. 

I could see blood from her still open wound had begun to run down into her armpit. It too was as shaved as the rest of her. It too was as naked and exposed to me as the rest of her. It too was as much mine as the rest of her. I turned and crawled up the bed. My body as naked and shaved as hers. My hair as long. I so enjoyed watching Goosebumps appear on her breasts as I licked the blood from her armpit. My cock so hard the throbbing was near painful.

I dragged my tongue upwards. Firstly to the still faintly pumping wound. Capturing all the fluid and essence that she gave to me. Then further up, tracing the lines of her neck. Still for more of her I hungered as I bit her neck. First delicately, then harder. Firmly. Enraptured by the flesh between my teeth. Then back to dragging my pierced tongue along her skin. Inhaling the scent of her skin and raven dark hair as my tongue finally was guided into her open mouth.

Tongues entwined as our lips locked together. Too hungry to be considered tender, yet in a way it was. I could feel the corners of her mouth turn upwards as she tasted her blood from my lips.

Life was only this moment. And she had given herself to me. There was nothing else.

My hand slid between her legs as we kissed. Her legs parted a little wider at the touch of my fingers. Her clit hard against my fingertips. I slid my fingers a little further down. So wet she was dripping. I brought my fingers to my mouth and broke our deep kiss, to put those moist fingertips into my mouth. Delicious!

Then gone as I kissed her once again. Fingers again quickly down to her moist opening, then back to her clit once they were slick. Our kiss grew more passionate as two slick fingers gently circled her clit. I stole the breath from her lungs as we kissed. She was mine in every way, and had given herself to me without restraint.

Her sweetest breath was in my mouth when she came. Liquor to the starving. Intoxicating. Her moans virtually contained in my mouth.

Our kiss again broken, as I again kissed and licked her body. Down her neck. Lingering long around her breasts and straining nipples. Then again sliding down, this time avoiding the escape route of her legs to take her pussy in my mouth. All of it, and sucking hard. Drinking her moisture as I had done to the cut atop her chest. Then my teeth grabbed around her firm clit, and I gently ground my teeth. Mere seconds to her orgasm. Once she had peaked I let go and allowed my tongue to flicker across that engorged clitoris. Her moans were as much my sustenance as her blood. I craved more, and was rewarded repeatedly as time after time the waves of orgasm washed over her.

Again i slid my head down to drink of her. My tongue sliding deep inside her to capture any trace of fluid I could gather. There was much to drink. Her legs parted yet wider. Even more slack in the ropes that bound her. Moans became screams as I fucked her with my tongue. Once that violent surge had passed it was time to feed her.

I got up and turned. Grabbed to the scalpel that lay beside the bed gleaming. Only a trace of her blood on that sharp then blade. My knees caressing her arm to each side. Her wound beneath me, and my cock hard above her face. I watched her watching it for a moment. Seeing the blood flowing through its veins. When she looked away to lock her eyes with me I knew it was time. I held the blade near the prominent vein right above my hipbone, and watched her eyes. She did not want to break that connection. But the moment she did and her eyes drifted to the blade in my hand I cut. Cutting down directly on the vein. Not completely severing it, but splitting it in half. The cut small but deep. Blood spurted in a stream across her face as i pulled the glistening blade away. Beauty.

I leaned forward across her. I kissed her cuffed hand as i felt her lips close around my strongly spurting wound. My cock against her neck feeling her repeated swallows as she worked to devour me. No restraint in her devouring of me, like the restraints on her body; ineffectual. Her tongue alternatively probing the spurting vein and pulling back to swallow and imbibe. My knees shook from the surge of blood pouring out of me. The rest of my body shook with the excitement of pouring into her. The giving as rewarding as the receiving. To be THAT craved by another is as consuming as consumption. Again we were totally immersed in each other. I gently sucked on her fingertips as she violently sucked on my vein. Teeth digging in now as she devoured me. Rapture. 

Throbbing in my cock had now become pure pain. I was inside her now, but wanted it inside her. It was a struggle to remember to breathe. Between my lust and the pain and the knowledge she was filled with my energy and essence, and the blood which forever bound us together. I held still 'til I could stand it no more.

In a frenzy I twisted my body, and threw myself against her. Her hips unable to part any further I feasted on her still seeping wound. Again we kissed. Our blood on each others lips mingling together as we feasted on each other. Bloodbound and enraptured. 

The head of my steel hard shaft slid effortlessly into her hot and dripping wet pussy with an audible squishing sound. Immediately I rode her body as she rode the wave of orgasm. And when it peaked, I thrust deep the entire length. She bucked hard as she was filled by it. Smooth shaved skin against smooth shaved skin we ground together. Holding myself deep in her as we truly became one. Unable to maintain our kiss she broke her lips away to scream uninhibited into the evening air. A sound to feed and encourage me.

Each stroke complete withdrawal from her to be followed by total immersion in her. The pleasure of entry followed immediately by the pleasure of depth. In and out. Long and hard. Kissing and licking. Biting each others lips. Tasting fresh blood from teeth made wounds. Completely lost in each others moans and screams. frantically gasping for air that could only be found in the others lungs. Suffocating in moments where moth was covered by tender flesh. 

Over and over again she bucked and climaxed. Tortured by the restraints now, as legs were unable to wrap around me. I could see the suede of the restraints biting into her wrists as she strained to touch me. Her touch would have felt wonderful, but here mere desire was endlessly satisfying. My hands drifting her sides and ass. Caressing, squeezing, scratching, exploring, and possessing. Palms against hot skin. Skin against skin, and sweat upon sweat. Blood seemingly lubricating all as she squirted and lubricated my cock. Thrusting increasing in tempo and speed, but maintaining the firmness and depth. 

Finally I could endure no more. 

Deep inside her-hot and wet I released. What felt like gallons of cum blasting into her. Draining yet energizing. Release and empowerment! The violence of the charge spurred her final scream of orgasm, as we leaked fluids onto each other. Blood pumping from our wounds. Totally and blissfully immersed in each other. Forever connected we lay in place, and our lips continued their embrace.

Tenderness grew. 

In a moment we joined in eternity...

R 



Restrained Delights



The sun beat down on my face as I lay on the beach in some faraway place. The heat was amazing, the breezes was enough so not to make it uncomfortable. The tide was just starting to come back in and lap at my feet. I wanted to stay here forever. 

'Click'

There was no one else on the beach, just me and my thoughts. The sun started to set on the sea, reflecting over the gentle waves and bouncing over my pale skin, my bare breasts, warming me through to my core.

'Click'

As I looked down stray red curls fell from my hair and reflected light, making me think again back to the fire in the sun. My mind was at peace for the first time in a long time.

'Click'

I searched for the origin of the clicking noise, the one that had aroused me from the peaceful revere I had wandered into, but I couldn't find it.

'Click' 

Louder that time. That time it finally dragged me from my blissful dream. I started to stretch and wipe the sleep from my eyes when more clinking followed and I realized I couldn't move more than a few inches here and there. My eyes flew open, the peaceful images of sunset gone like a memory of twenty years gone by. As my eyes adapted to the dim light I saw I was chained to my bed, unlike normal, when the chains came from underneath to allow more comfort, the chains came from the corners of the bed, giving me very little freedom and causing total submission.

I looked around the room to find the one responsible but there was no one around. I strained my head to look up and out my bedroom door, yet still I could not see or hear anyone. My heart started to pound as I lay there thinking, I was sure I had been asleep and literally just woken up, not chained like this before I went to sleep. I raised my head once more to check for my clothing, when I normally slept I wore a vest and shorts, I was exposed as naked as I could be. I felt small beads of panicky sweat start to form across my skin.

I started to breathe more rapidly as my heart pounded in my ears, I desperately tried to figure out how I had wound up in this predicament  As much as I hated to admit it, I could feel my pulse in my groin, pounding sending secret messages of longing that it would be abused. How could my brain be afraid but my body yearn to be used in such a way?

'Click' 

I whipped my head round so fast, how had I not noticed him come up the stairs. My mouth dropped open and though I wanted to stop, all the fire in me went straight to my crotch. It was my Sir, my Master. He stood at the bottom of the bed watching over me. He held an ice box which you placed gently down beside the bed. "Now Rose, you are only to use a few words. Yellow - enough slow down. Red - stop, please - when you want to come. Of course I can deny you this. Do you understand pet?"

When ever my sir called me Rose my pussy became instantaneously wet, I squirmed on the bed, and he raised an eyebrow at my misdemeanour. "I understand sir." I take a deep breath and try to control the longing to reach out and grab him, the man that had such control over me.

From behind his back he pulled a long silk scarf, smiling that sexy smile I knew would get me into trouble. He walked up the side of the bed and leaned over me, before taking away one of my senses he kissed me. it started softly, gently, lingering and just when I think you're going to pull away he kissed me like I've never been kissed, nor will be again, sending adrenaline pumping all over my body not knowing which direction to go in first. Before I could gather my thoughts, he'd pulled away and placed the silk scarf gently over my eyes; obediently I lifted my head and allow him to gently tie off the scarf securing it in place. 

I tried to calm myself by breathing as he's has taught me many times whilst practicing my slave positions, focusing on my inner self and my breath. As I inhaled I could smell his aftershave on the scarf, sending a mixture of soothing aromas and tantalising scents keeping my nerves on edge. I knew he was there, out of sight and reach but there. Just as I started to relax I heard him rustle in the box beside the bed and then felt the weight shift on the bed. He was beside me, I can sense him there, the longing and desire I felt was incredible and he had hardly touched me!

His hands started at my wrists and gently stroked all the way down my arms, forming little circles, spirals, words which I would try to figure out if it wasn't for the feather soft sensations getting closer and closer to my chest, driving me higher and higher. I moaned out loud and start to breathe a little more deeply and he knew that I had totally succumbed to sub space. As he got to my breasts he drew tiny spirals upwards getting closer and closer towards my nipples. I arch my back, thrusting my chest towards him, trying to speed up his hands arrival at their destination. It's almost torture, but that was the idea wasn't it sir. When he got to my nipples he continued with the lightest touch, to stroke them and tease them. I longed for him to twist and bite my nipples to match the burning in my pussy, the juices that are flowing there, to use strength and passion that I knew he contained. It's almost too much and I knew that I had no other option but to say it "yellow sir".

"Good girl, Rose" with that he took my nipples in his fingers and twisted, nipping them till they burned and stood out hard for him. I let out a moan at this, I hoped that this torture is over, but before I could let out my breath and squirm, his hands had started their decent down my stomach. He continued their patterns of spirals, strokes and nonsensical words. I groaned out loud and heard him chuckle. As he got towards my pussy I tried to open my legs further for him, to give him more access but the chains clinked loudly, a cruel reminder of my limited movement. As he continued his decent he avoided my crotch, he knew I was ready from the musky smell of my sweet juices, he knew that I'd never been this wet for him before. I tried to move to catch his fingers as they trailed down my thighs but he quickly move them away and continued his way down, to my knees and calves. 

Almost as quickly as everything started, he's not there. He's not touching me anymore. My body aches at the absence of his finger tips. I was left alone, my heart pounding, my skin tingling from his treatments, the adrenaline pounded through my system and my juices leaked from my pussy.

Just as suddenly I felt a cold breath blow over my breasts and nipples, the air was so cold. It stopped and started, so I knew it must be him, teasing me by blowing on me, but it was so cold. Then the next breath its warm, I could feel my nipples contracting, getting harder. I arched my back and gasped, I wanted him to nibble and bite but he didn't. Then his tongue glided round my nipple. When he sucked it into his mouth I felt the warmth of his tongue, the gentle laps he made, flicking the hard nub over and over. I pulled on my chains arching my back towards him wanting more of my breast in his mouth. 

As he bit down on the nipple, and graze his teeth along the sensitive skin I felt the juices in my pussy starting to flow more freely. He moved onto the other nipple wanting to have both standing so perfectly. With each cold breath, lick and bite, I writhed on the bed. I longed for his attention to get lower, to see how wet his pretty little slave was for him. But I knew the rules to ask would be out of the question. So I lay and writhed, and feel my juices leak from my pussy in need of him.

I felt the bed move and a rustle, and then I felt the ice cube trail round my nipples, down my stomach and rest in my belly button. It's not there long I'm so hot, and I tried to stay still but I was breathing so fast. 

Then cold breath blew over my pussy, I nearly screamed out. I pulled on my chains, hearing them clang in objection, and tried to tilt my pelvis up. He must be so close. He didn't touch me for the first few minutes, he just breathed, cold icy breath down my wet pussy. 

I couldn't stand him being so close and not touching me. I needed him so much, I wanted to cum hard for him, I could feel my juices dribbling to my ass and all I wanted to do is show him how he had made me. My pulse was beating so hard in my ears and thrumming through my veins so fast. Finally I gave in; I scream and practically begged "yellow sir". He didn't reply but instead he slid his tongue up my pussy. Wrapping your mouth round my clit he chased an ice cube round it. 

I bucked up against his face; I knew to ask before I lost control "please sir?"

"Yes rose, cum hard" with that he buried his face deep in my pussy sliding his tongue deep into me as he fucked me. I want to grab his head but with the chains in place all I could do is pull and hold on as my orgasm rocked me, sending wave after wave of pleasure and electricity to my pussy. As he lapped at the last of my cum, I felt him smile "good girl rose"

"Thank you sir" I wanted to say more, to ask for more, to ask for permission to return the favour but my breath is still taking its time returning to me. I felt him kiss his way up my stomach and kiss me once more, sliding his tongue over mine. I could still taste my cum on him, my sweet, musky cum, on his lips and it builds me up all over again. Once more he pulled away, leaving me alone on the bed shivering with anticipation. Was he finished with me? Then I heard the rustle again, "now, pet, I have a new toy for you to play with today, let's see what you think of it." I felt some icy drips drip down onto my stomach and onto my clit which made me jump. It sent shivers through my spine and I groaned aloud.

As the drip of ice water ran down my smooth slit, I arched my back curling pelvis under. I groaned at the chilly icy water mixing with the juices leaking from my watering hole. I heard him chuckle, he placed a hand on my flat stomach firmly he held me to the bed, simultaneously opening up my pussy to his next assault. 

His tongue darted out and reversed the trail the droplet took, making me squirm and gasp. My breath started to come a little too quickly, I try to push down but I couldn't. I felt the need building again, deep inside. But before I knew it his tongue had finished its journey and had left me.

As I lay there panting once again I heard the familiar rustling, chinking sound. A sound which is now started to make the muscles deep inside me contract with anticipation.

Suddenly, there was an icy, hard object rubbing my clit, it went round in circles. Not to fast but it teased me. Much like he did with his cock before he fucked me. I felt the need again building, stronger than before and I couldn't think of anything but. 

I could feel the bricks falling coming crashing down. "Please sir"

"Cum rose"

As I came I could feel my muscles pull tight, felt the chains dig into my wrists. My back arched, my head went back and I yelled out. I don't know what; all I knew was the release of pleasure and totality of my orgasm.

Slowly my consciousness built itself back up and my breathing came back to normal, I heard him speak "are you ready for your new toy rose?"

I took a breath sharply at the remembrance of his words of a new toy. Tentatively I spoke "yes sir"

"Would you like to see it my pet?"

"Yes sir" curiosity always got the better of me, or was it a delay tactic? 

He moved up the bed and gently removed the silk scarf which he had blindfolded me with. Kissing me gently on my nose, his way of letting me know I had pleased him. 

As my eyes adjusted to the light again he turned away from me, letting me look over his broad back and muscular figure. I loved my sir's body; he was well built without being too muscular and working at it. 

He bent to the ice box and retrieved something and tuned to me with that smile which always started me off. In his hands was a clear glass dildo. He walked over to the bed and sat between my legs and gently glided it over my slit. It was so cold from the ice box it made me jump at first. But then the coldness made me squirm and I longed to feel the iciness deep inside me. I tried to push down and bit my lip so as not to betray the lust and need of what I wanted. 

As always, as a true master, he read me like a book. He gently slid the ice cold dildo, slowly and deliciously into my pussy. It was a sensation I had never felt before, to be spread so full yet to be chilled so deep. He withdrew it and slid it back in several times teasing me; enjoying every shudder and gasp he drew from me. He kept one hand on my stomach the whole time ensuring that that I had to take everything he gave to me. He used the thumb of the hand pinning me down with to rub my clit.

I felt the sensation beginning to build again, felt the muscles tighten around the smooth glass sides of the dildo. "Sir, please may I cum again?"

"No Rose." he removed his hand from my stomach and smacked my clit. "Hold it there; do not let your new toy drop."

He let go of the toy and climbed off the bed. Standing in front of me he removed his pants, for the first time I can see how he had reacted to everything he had done to me. His cock was harder than I had ever seen it. It stood out from his body and I couldn't help but lick my lips. How I would have loved to play with him as he had done to me for a few hours, my eyes lit up and lingered on his throbbing cock.

He climbed back onto the bed and kneeled above my head, "now suck my cock rose, thank me for the orgasms you have had so far my pet"

He lowered his cock towards me and I stretched out my tongue to send it around the head of his cock before I took him into my mouth as deep as I could. I sucked as though I was sucking a lollipop, rolling my tongue around him, I wished my hands were free so I could play with his balls and reach up to slide my tongue to his ass. I knew this was not possible being chained to the bed, I also knew I couldn't use his ass to pull him closer; it was all up to him. He could fuck my face at his own will.

This realisation of this turned me on more than I could handle. I started to suck him hard lifting my head off the bed to take him deeply. I writhed on the bed, holding the toy in my moist pussy got harder and harder the more wound up I became. He noticed this and lowered himself down to start fucking my mouth, he grabbed the toy to fuck me in time with my face. 

I moaned in pleasure, sucking his cock has always driven me mad but this time in this way was sending me over the edge. I didn't know how long I could take this. I could feel the muscles tightening again, knowing I didn't get release last time, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off. I heard him groan out loud before I sensed his muscles tighten. His balls pulled and his cock stiffened as he pushed deeply down my throat.

He came deep in my throat; I swallowed it all before finally allowing myself release, unable to ask for permission due to his cock still filling my throat. I came long and hard, squeezing the glass toy and sensing every muscle in my body tighten and release in pleasure.

"Did you enjoy that pet?"

"I think I have a new favourite toy sir"



Restrained for a Caning



Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.

"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.

He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.

I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one. 

"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.

My hands clench as I hear his words.

"No Sir," I cry.

He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny. 

I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers. 

Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.

"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.

"Very good young lady," sir replies.

The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.

Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.

I sob.

As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.

"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"

"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.

Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose.

Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.

"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.

He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.

I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one. 

"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.

My hands clench as I hear his words.

"No Sir," I cry.

He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny. 

I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers. 

Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.

"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.

"Very good young lady," sir replies.

The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.

Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.

I sob.

As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.

"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"

"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.

Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose. Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the punishment cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait. 

He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well. 

"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.

His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.

"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."

"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.

A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.

After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.

Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse. 

"Ouchhhhh," I scream. "Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.

"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."

Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.

The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.

14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.

The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.

Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again. 

Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.

He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.

Susie has been punished. cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait. 

He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well. 

"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.

His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.

"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."

"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.

A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.

After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.

Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse. 

"Ouchhhhh," I scream.

"Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.

"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."

Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.

The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.

14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.

The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.

Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again. 

Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.

He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.

Susie has been punished.



Restrained Freedom



We sat there sipping coffee and chowing down on donuts in an all-night diner, my new partner Hank and me. I was trying to figure him out. Ever since I'd come out in the department, potential street-duty partners had avoided me like the plague. But here I understood that Hank had asked to be partnered with me. As I drank coffee and listened to him complaining about his wife, Janine, I was wondering if maybe he swung both ways. I certainly wouldn't mind if he did. He was a good ten years older than I was and outweighed me by at least twenty pounds, but he was all muscle and handsome as all get out. Dark complexioned and black curly hair matting his forearms and pushing out at the neck of his blue uniform shirt. Pale blue eyes and a smile to die for. Some kind of Latin. And you know what they say about Latins.

The open neck of his blue uniform shirt. There it was. I thought to myself, "Shit. Nailed it with that swinging both ways supposition."

"Does this mean what I think it means?" I asked, as I moved my hand to under his chin and got the round medallion on a sterling string between two fingers. It was red, white, and black enamel on silver in a design like that Oriental Yin-Yang swirling tear drop pattern, but with three swirls rather than two—the universal sign of BDSM.

"Yeah, that's exactly what it means," Hank said, staring me down real good. He moved his hand to behind his collar and pulled around another silver charm he'd been keeping at that back of his chain. It was a miniature set of handcuffs. When he brought it back around to where I could see it, his fingers lingered on mine at the other medallion.

"Do you mind?" He asked. "What I really mean is are you interested? I maneuvered like hell to get a partnership with you. I've had my eye on you since you were transferred to the squad."

"Fuck yes, I'm interested," I whispered hoarsely to him under the din of the noise of the civilians around us who either couldn't sleep or were on their way to an early shift or back from a late shift. I raised my foot and forced it between his thighs under the table, crushing the sole of my boot into his crotch to emphasize my interest. He gave me a surprised, but desired-filled look, gripped the edges of the table with white-knuckled fists, and squeezed my calf tightly between his thighs to confirm his own interest.

"But what about Janine?" I continued nonchalantly. "I'd heard you were happily married and an attentive daddy." I dropped my hand from his medallion, not wanting those around us to get the right idea about what we were discussing.

"Yeah, I am," he answered. "I can't explain it, but I've got these urges that go beyond Janine and the family thing. It is getting a little tedious with Janine. Being with a guy now and then heightens the pleasure for both me and Janine when we fuck."

"But bondage and S&M?" I asked. "That's quite a bit farther along that road. And it can get rough."

"I like it rough," Hank shot back. "And the bondage? Well, I think that helps take the guilt away. If I'm bound, it's like I really am not making the choice, if you know what I mean—restrained but suddenly free to fully enjoy it."

I sat and stared at Hank for a couple of minutes, grabbing the edge of the table hard where his fists had just been to keep my hands off him. But I could feel the juices flowing already.

"Well, when it's convenient, maybe we can hook up and . . ."

"Now," Hank hissed through his teeth in a voice strangled with urgency. "When I saw you in the showers this evening after the squad workout and before we hit the streets, I nearly creamed myself. I wanted you to see my jewelry. I want you take me someplace right now, tie me up, and fuck me hard."

"Well, if it's a quiet night, I know of some places we can park. The car's not the best place, but . . ."

I felt an insistent buzzing in one of my pockets that had nothing to do with the effect Hank was having on my cock.

"Shit," I exclaimed as I reached for my mobile phone. "It's dispatch."

I listened to the assignment call for a several seconds. Hank was already standing and flipping a couple of bills on the table.

"Trouble?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. But not a rush, rush. They caught up with that guy who's been kidnapping and raping those college guys over on the east side. We're to go pat down his pad. Guess our business will have to hold fire for a bit."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Hank said. I kinda liked the tone of regret in his voice on that one.

Chas Sheldon, a smart-assed cop in our squad who razzed me pretty bad about my preferences was standing at the door of the small, rundown bungalow hidden in the undergrowth of a quiet east side street when we rolled into the driveway. He was giving me a snide stare as Hank and I approached.

"You'll just love this one, Lance," he said to me as we walked up to him. "It's right up your alley." He sniggered at his double entendre. Real genius; I bet he'd been working on that for a half an hour.

"Yeah, well, they couldn't have gotten this guy any too soon in my opinion," I answered brusquely. "Any sign of any of the missing men?"

"Just the one we caught him in the act with," Sheldon smirked. "He was pretty far gone, but they've sent him off to the hospital already, and the perp just left for the department in a squad car. We caught him doin' it and followed the book, so this one should be air tight. The forensics crew has started on the basement, but I think they're about ready to call it a day. We've got a crew starting to dig in the backyard too, but it will be too dark to continue with that for a while. Guess you'll want to see the scene yourself though, to, ya know, get some pointers maybe."

I could have shoved my fist down Sheldon's throat, but that would just make for good conversation and more razzing in the squad room. Hank gave a disgusted sound deep down in his throat and pushed on by Sheldon and into the house. I was senior and hadn't gotten the full assignment pass yet, so I stuck with Sheldon for the moment.

"So, what's the call here?" I asked. Sheldon saw that I wasn't going to rise to the bait, so he got through it quickly with just one more jab.

"I was just to stick around until another set of blues—which would be the two of you, I suppose—showed up. Since they won't be able to process the scene completely until tomorrow, we're to maintain a presence here overnight. I understand you've got the shift for the next four hours and then they'll send someone else. Think you can handle that without messing up the toys in there?"

"Roger, Sergeant," I said, staring right at him, reminding him that I outranked him. "By all means shove off now. Hank and I will hold the place."

I pushed by him and turned back after I'd gotten inside the door to see that he was already half way across the yard to his ride. I looked around for Hank but didn't see him in the small, drab living or dining rooms. I found him in a back bedroom, just standing there, mesmerized by the trophy photos this perp had papered the wall with of what he'd been doing to his victims. I could see at a glance that the perp had been busy and had quite an imagination. Hank was growling deep down in his throat again and was rubbing a hand up and down on his crotch. No doubt that the photos and the other paraphernalia in the room were turning him on.

I swung on my heels and made tracks to the basement in time to see that the forensics crew was struggling up the steps into the kitchen with their bulky cases banging against the stairwell walls and would be gone for the night within a couple of minutes. I quickly scanned the basement to see what I could see and then followed the technicians back up the dark stairs. As they left the house, I looked out in the backyard and saw the last of the workers out there leaving as well. I prowled around the house quickly to ensure that Hank and I were alone now and locked the front door from the inside before I returned to the back bedroom.

Hank had his pants down around his ankles, although he still had his equipment belt around his waist, and he was all bug-eyed staring at the photos while he pulled on his good-sized dick.

With a mind to what he'd said he needed to perform, I quickly got him into a pair of cuffs hanging conveniently from the upper wall in front of him, which pulled his arms over his head and trapped him there, facing the wall. Then I stood close behind him, my crotch plastered to his exposed butt cheeks so he could feel me getting bigger down there and wrapped my arms around him. I took over stroking down on his cock and squeezing his hefty balls with one hand, while I unbuttoned his shirt with my other hand. As I went for his nipples, he arched his head back to me and we kissed deeply. There was no doubt that he was ready for this.

I broke and looked behind me to see what sorts of toys and aids our perp might have dropped around the room. With little effort, I came up with a leg spreader bar, a ball gag with two nipple clamps hanging from it at the end of small-linked chains, an outlandish-sized flexible dildo, and a tube of lubricant. If Hank needed bondage to get excited, then I'd see just how excited Hank could get.

Coming up behind him, I had the ball gag in his mouth and snugly tied off before he even knew what was happening to him. I then stripped his pants all of the way off his legs and clamped the spreader bar between his thighs, forcing him into a wide stance. He was squirming around now and pulling at his wrist restraints. I moved around to in front of him, between him and the wall, and lifted the long, thick dildo up to his eye level. He went all wild-eyed and backed away from me as far as the restraints would permit, but I had one of my hands wrapped around his dick, so I knew he was finding this very stimulating. I rubbed the dildo around on his cheeks for a short time to let him feel the texture and size of it.

I then slowly started tonguing, kissing, and teething my way down his chest, around his nipples and down his washboard abs. I reached up and applied the nipple clamps hanging down from the ball gag one after the other to his nipples, and I heard stifled screams from him from behind his gag. I brought the tip of the dildo to his navel and rotated it around the rim and pressed it in a bit to give him something to think about for when I moved to behind him. The gurgling sound he now was making around the rubber ball in his mouth told me he got the message. Down his belly and into his pubes my mouth and the twirling dildo moved.

I then played with his dick and balls with my mouth and slid the dildo back across the perineum through his legs and back and forth across his puckered asshole until he melted to me. I was deep throating him, and he was making very satisfied, if muffled, noises from his mouth and had set up a rhythm with his hips. I didn't want this to get too conventional, though, so I popped his nicely engorged cock out of my mouth and moved through his legs, my tongue tracing the journey from the base of his balls all the way back to his asshole.

I rimmed Hank's ass with my tongue at first, letting my tongue flicker into his hole and pushing his butt cheeks apart with my hands. The leg spreaders helped keep him open to me. He writhed in pleasure above me, obviously enjoying the attention. From time to time, I let a hand stray between his legs to check out his cock to ensure it hadn't lost interest and to squeeze and roll his balls.

I had his asshole well lubricated with my spit now, and it was nicely open to me. I stood up and stripped down and reached for the tube of lubricant and lathered up the dildo real well. I moved to behind Hank and slapped my half-hard cock around on his butt cheeks. I'd seen him eyeing me in the showers, so he knew I was horse hung. I wasn't as horse hung as the dildo I'd lubed up, though. After that, he wouldn't have trouble handling me at all.

Hank seemed to like the feel of my cock beating against his butt cheeks. I soon had substituted the dildo though, and I worked it ever closer to his asshole. He arch his back, brought his legs back, and dipped his chest when he felt the head of the dildo gently rimming his asshole. He'd seen it and knew how long and thick it was and was doing all he could to ensure it didn't split him in two when I'd worked it in—which I proceeded to do slowly but relentlessly. I had nearly a foot of thick dildo to work inside him, and I took a long time doing so. It had an extra bulbous mushroom head on it, so there was no buildup of strain as it moved up his canal—the biggest was always right up front.

Hank was straining and grunting and groaning through the experience, but I could tell that he was with me on this, that this was exactly what he wanted and that was keeping him on edge. I was getting excited now too. The way he was straining back, there was a shelf at his waist above his big, round butt cheeks, and when I'd gotten the dildo all the way in, I hiked my right leg up onto this shelf and nestled closely into Hank. My now-engorged cock was rubbing up against his left hip, and I knew he was aware of it there. My right hand held the dildo inside his ass and corkscrewed it inside him and slowly churned it in and out, while I wrapped my other arm around him and my left hand pinched on his nipple clamps and stroked down to his cock and balls and gave them some more attention. I kissed and nuzzled his shoulder blades while he trembled underneath me, a background of pain swept over with intense pleasure.

He came in my hand then in a prodigious fountain of pent-up man juice.

I untied and pulled the gag from his mouth and ripped the clamps off his nipples. Free to speak, he told me through gasps and groans that the dildo was awesome but that he wanted me to fuck him with my own cock, that he had wanted my cock inside him for some time.

But I hadn't ungagged him to hear this. I had wanted him free to scream through the next procedure—to be able to tell me if and when he really couldn't endure any more.

I lifted my leg off the small of his back and slowly pulled the dildo out—but when I could see the rim of the mushroom head, I plunged it back in up to the hilt. Hank threw his head back and screamed at the ceiling, but I covered his mouth in a brutal kiss, as I pumped the dildo deep inside him for another thirty seconds. I could feel his knees going to rubber, and I pulled the dildo all the way out and threw it to the side.

"Now you," Hank gasped. "Now your cock inside me. That ring through the head. I want to feel that ring deep inside me."

"Eventually," I whispered in his ear. "First some police work, though."

He felt me pulling his billy club out of the equipment belt that still encircled his waist, and he started to moan and hiccup in fear.

"No, man. Not that. Please."

I lathered the belly club up and leaned my mouth back to just inches from his ear.

"I've heard you've used this in perps before," I whispered. "Haven't you ever wondered how it felt?"

"No, no, Lance. Not that. NO! A-u-g-g-h!"

The billy club wasn't nearly as thick or as long as the dildo had been, but, although it also was rubberized, it also wasn't as flexible as the dildo, so it could only go straight up his canal.

"Oh Gawd, oh Gawd, Ah, FUCK!"

"Precisely," I said in a deep-throated voice, now on the edge myself. "I wonder if the perp who owns this place ever let his victims scream like you are. I wonder if the neighbors heard nothing—or if they heard and did nothing. If they can hear you, maybe they'll just think it's business as usual in here."

Hank had obviously had enough of this, so I stopped, wiped his billy club off on the edge of the bedspread and sheathed it back on his equipment belt.

"But I want you to fuck me now, Lance. No more of this dildo shit. Get that big prick inside me."

"OK, sure," I said. "But I was kind off wondering what our perp might have down in the basement that the forensics team was so interested in checking out." I, of course, knew precisely what was in the basement awaiting us.

I looked around and found some leg shackles and exchanged these for the leg spreader, clamping them at his ankles. I released his wrists from the wall restraints but quickly had him locked up again with my own handcuffs. I shuffled him through the house and down the basement stairs, and, I quite enjoyed Hank's excitement when we found a black-painted, padded-walled room with a sling on chains hanging from the ceiling in the middle.

I pulled Hank's shirt off his back as I pushed his butt down into the center of the sling. He didn't fight me as I uncuffed his wrists and recuffed them high on the suspending chains running up on either side of his torso and then unshackled his ankles and cuffed those up high on the two suspending chains running up on either side of his butt.

I unpopped the gag then and let him talk—and grunt and pant and moan—me through what he liked and what he really liked—and what sent him over the moon. It turns out he liked ten minutes of tonguing his asshole and fifteen minutes of fingering and nearly fisting his asshole. And he really liked throwing his head back and sucking me off while I pinched his nipples. He also really liked thirty minutes of my cock churning inside him with a string of beads I'd found nearby attached to the silver ring piercing the head of my cock combined with what my hands were doing on his torso and with his dick and balls. But what sent him howling over the moon was the twenty minutes of deep fucking with the electrified cock sheath and extender I'd found that made my cock thicker and longer—and more highly charged—then the dildo had been.

During the two hours we spent in that basement room, we each came two more times and Hank admitted that this session had far surpassed what he had been expecting.

In the time we had left, I smoked a cigarette and tossed off some of the perp's scotch while Hank moved around in the nude, cleaning up after our use of the facilities. When he'd finish, I slammed him down on his back on the kitchen table and scrambled up and crouched on top of his chest, my knees pinning his arms against his sides. I forced him to suck me off one last time, with me bobbing his head back and forth on my cock with my fingers buried in his hair and brutally fucking his mouth and throat. He seemed to enjoy that as much as anything that had gone before and gushed over with the regret that we couldn't have access to the toys in this devil's den any more.

As we were leaving, I assured him that we'd have plenty of opportunity to explore our fetishes and that what I had in my basement made this place look like a nursery school.