****** Out on the Balcony by Dan the Man ******
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Out on the Balcony


A warm breeze blows in from the open door, off the balcony that overlooks the
city below. It is night, but the air is still warm, still humid from the
earlier rains in the day. I hear you enter the room, closing the bathroom door
behind you.

"Don't turn around," you say softly. "I want it to be a total surprise." I
smile at your words and obediently continue to stand at he door and stare out
at the city lights. With the haze and mist from the rain, it looks almost like
a fairyland, the lights seeming to shimmer and grow in the mist.

I feel you approach me and your hands touch my shoulders lightly and run down
my back, your nails scraping softly. You reach around to pull me closer,
hugging me against you, your breasts pressing into my back. I start to turn
towards you, but you stop me with a terse "No, not yet. I'm in charge tonight."
I turn back, still smiling, chuckling to myself at your apparent new streak of
dominance. Usually it is me who calls the shots in bed, who seduces you.

I feel you reach once more to my shoulders, and feel your hands start to up to
my head. Suddenly you pull a blindfold over my eyes. The sudden shift to black
is disorienting, but I stay still, getting used to sightlessness. You pull the
blindfold tight, and I sense your hands in front of my face.

"How many fingers?" you ask mischievously. I feel the air from your hands, but
I'm totally blind, The blindfold is a thick one, no way I can see out.

You walk around me and lead me out on to the balcony of the hotel. From the
height we're at its impossible for anyone on the ground to see us, and only
from the tallest buildings across from me could we be seen. "What a lovely
view," you comment.

"Wouldn't know," I sarcastically reply.

You turn back and grab the front of my shirt, pulling me forward. "You will
speak when I say so, do you understand, servant? No more smart ass remarks
either."

I have to bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter. The thought of you
being dominant is almost comical. But playing along, I reply, "Yes, mistress."

I hear you walking to the other end of the balcony, what sounds like your high
heels clicking on the concrete. I stand there, becoming slightly bored at my
inactivity, yet extremely aroused at the idea of being powerless.

After what seems like hours, you return to me, your hands running over my
chest, down my stomach and gently gliding over my crotch. I moan
appreciatively, only to have my lips pinched shut by your fingers.

"No sound from you slave," you say.

You grab my hand and lead me across the balcony, roughly pushing me into a
lounge chair. I lie back, my feet on the ground, and wait for your next move.
You walk around behind me, and I hear a familiar sound, a metallic clicking
that I recognize from my everyday life. You lean down and the clicking is in my
ear.

"Recognize that sound?" you ask softly. "You should, you've used them on enough
people."

My mind races frantically, trying to decide if you really do have my set of
work handcuffs or if this is a joke. You grab my hands and pull them behind my
back, one at a time. I don't resist, but stay ready, tense out of instinct, and
ready to break free. You know I don't like my own tools used against me, and
that I can break out of them, if I need to.

"Relax, slave. No ones going to hurt you."

You grab one wrist and twist slightly, a trick I taught you to make someone
loosen up and not resist. The sudden sharp pain takes my attention away for a
second, and you click the cuffs on my right arm, then quickly do the same to
the left. I breathe slowly, maintaining my calm. It is arousing to be bound and
blind like this, but the instinctive fear of the steel bracelets is hard to
edge out.

You walk back around me, and I feel you lean over me, feel your breath on my
face, feel you blowing softly down my neck, and your lips graze my skin, barely
touching it.

"Now slave, you will work for me," you say the passion evident in your voice.
It must be intensely arousing for you as well to see me before you, seemingly
powerless. You lower the back of the lounger down so that I am almost lying
flat, my arms behind me, hands touching the ground so there is no strain on my
shoulders. Then I feel you move, seeming to be above me.

Suddenly your hands grab my head, holding it tight and still.

"Tongue out slave, I need service," you say, with what must be a mocking smile
on your face. Imagine being forced supposedly, to do what I love to do
naturally. You lower yourself onto my face. As you descend, in my darkness I
feel the heat from your thighs then the heat from your womanhood. My tongue
darts out to taste you, only to contact fabric! Silk, yes silk, and as a let my
tongue wander over your groin, I find it is a thong.

"Use that tongue now slave," you say demandingly. With extreme dexterity I
slide the thong aside and plunge into your moist wet cunt. You shiver at the
wanted invasion and I lick upwards seeking for the center of your pleasure,
your juicy clit. I lick you quickly, teasingly almost, alternating between
tongue-fucking your hole and rapidly licking your clit. You grind down on my
face, moaning your pleasure, lost in the sensations. Suddenly you rise, leaving
me licking air.

"Nicely done slave. Now lets see if you have anything I might lick on." I feel
you straddle me, and begin to unbutton my shirt, your hands working quickly,
then raking your nails over my bare chest. You slide down farther and begin to
undo my belt and pants. As you jerk down my pants, my erection is obvious. I
hear you moan appreciatively, then turn to finish pulling off my shoes and
pants. Now naked, but for my briefs, you begin to kiss my stomach, running your
fingers through my chest hair.

The sensations are exquisite, my lack of sight seeming to intensify the
feelings on my skin. You finally kiss your way to my jutting organ, and kiss it
firmly through the material. My moans bring soft chuckles of delight from you.
I know how you love to hear me.

You slide both hands under my ass and begin to pull off my underwear, using
your teeth for the front. My cock pops up, freed, and pulsing with excitement.
You quickly grab it and stroke me, squeezing hard on the shaft.

"What does the slave wish his mistress to do," you ask teasingly.

"Suck me, please, let me feel your mouth on my cock," I say breathlessly.

"Why," you ask teasingly.

"Because it feels so fucking good." You cruelly grab my balls, squeezing almost
too hard. "You will not use such language towards your mistress slave. Now, is
this what you want?" With that you slide your tongue all over the head of my
cock, licking down my shaft. I arch my back in pleasure, but you again grab me.

"Be still slave, or I will not allow you to be touched and force you only to
pleasure me." The threat works, the idea of being made unbelievably aroused and
yet not be allowed to come a bad one. You start again with your tongue, licking
the head and shaft, then moving down to lap my balls, sucking them one at a
time into your mouth. I moan at the exquisite feeling, trying to lie still. You
come back up and slide the whole head into your mouth and begin to suck me,
your lips crawling up and down my shaft.

The feeling is incredible, lying in total blackness, all my senses focusing on
my cock being sucked. No distractions, nothing else exists but the heat between
my legs, the feel of you hair brushing my thighs, your tongue and teeth
bringing me intense pleasure.

After a seeming eternity you come up. I feel you straddle me again, lower this
time and feel you grab my swollen member.

"Now slave, we will see if you can fuck." With that you slide down on my cock,
gripping me as you envelop me in your ultimately hot wetness.

You begin to ride me slowly, building up a rhythm. I start to fuck and you
reach behind yourself and grab my balls again. "Hold still till I say so,
slave. Or you won't cum tonight." Oh the agony, and the ecstasy also. I hold
still and let your cunt massage my cock, feeling your ass cheeks brush my balls
as you swallow all of my length on each down-stroke.

As your rhythm increases, I feel you lean down. A nipple brushes my lips and I
obediently begin to suck, flicking your hard nips with my tongue as I nurse
hard. You moan appreciatively and switch to the other breast. I likewise
nurture it and you then pull back to rub your breasts over my face, my tongue
licking its entire surface.

You rise back up and steady yourself. "Now slave, you will fuck back at em and
you must tell me when you are about to come."

"Okay," I gasp.

"What?"

"I mean, yes mistress." You begin your rhythm again and I begin bucking up
towards you. Soon our bodies are quickly slamming together, my cock plunging
into your dripping cunt, bringing cry after cry from your lips. You lean down
and we kiss ferociously, or bodies still grinding together our tongues
intertwining, mouth sucking at each other. The passion surrounds us and we make
love as enraged animals, longing to use each other thoroughly.

I begin to feel the throbbing deep in the root of my cock that tells me I am
about to cum. I tell you and you say not yet. As we crash together, the feeling
grows stronger, while you too approach the point of your orgasm, Suddenly I can
hold back no more. "I have to cum, " I urgently tell you.

"Now," you cry as you feel me swell, knowing the flood of my hot juice will be
next. As I feel the orgasm begin to crash upon me, and feel you start to
explode also, you rip the blindfold off my eyes. As the cum shoots from my
cock, and the spasms rack my body, the dim light of the night seems as the
noonday sun blazing into my mind. A wave of sensation slams into and I roar out
my orgasm, my wrists pulling against my restraints, the metal straining to
restrain the power within me. You ride me, screaming out your orgasm under the
stars, for all the sky above to witness.

You fall against me, breathing hard. As my eyes adjust, I see the clouds start
to part and the moon begins to glow down on us. You sit up and look deeply into
my eyes, and softly we kiss.

As you sit back up, I see the handcuff key on a gold chain on your neck.

"Good job slave. You earned your freedom tonight."


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