| The wind in her hair lifted her
spirits even as it whipped her face. Nothing was better than
the thrill of the highway with the top down, except perhaps
an exciting destination.
She had been seeing him casually for quite some time. Drinks
after work, the occasional dinner, and last week, dinner extended
into a delicious evening of lovemaking. He was good. The best
she had ever had, and she hadn’t exactly been suffering
from loneliness! So now she was on her way over to his place
on a Saturday afternoon. He wouldn’t say what he had
in mind, but had asked her to bring one set of clothes for
going on a hike and other for dinner. She left the highway
and made her way through the warren of narrow one-way streets
in the oldest and most beautiful parts of town.
His directions were perfect and there was even a parking
spot right in front of his condo. Not bad. She pushed the
button and the roof of her Jag magically appeared from behind
her. The car had been a birthday present to herself when she
turned 40 and she adored it, British racing green, perfect.
Pulling her bag from the back seat, she locked her car, and
went to ring the doorbell.
He met her at the door. Smiling, he took her bag, her purse,
her keys. He turned back to her and gently held her face while
he kissed her. She relaxed into his embrace and parted her
lips. He responded, entering her mouth. His gentle fingers
stroked the kerchief from her hair then reached back into
her long wavy tresses. The kiss grew harder and more insistent.
She could feel the strength and power in his arms and the
heat rising to her face.
He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “You brought
your spare clothes?”
She nodded breathlessly, her eyes closed.
“Good, then you won’t be needing these.”
With that he grabbed her blouse at the collar and ripped it
from her body. She was stunned, frozen. He took her shoulders
and turned her around. He grabbed the back strap of her bra
and pulled it apart. The elastic pulled to the limit finally
failed under his onslaught, fragments of satin fell to the
floor. By now her belly was burning, her hands were hot, her
breath coming is shallow gasps. His powerful hands grasped
her shoulders and turned her back around. He reached for her
jeans.
She said, “Please, allow me! These are my favourite!”
He caught her hands, pushing her back against the door. “No,
I will not allow you. Relax, I will undress you.”
He looked straight into her eyes. She had never felt anything
like this; his gaze was rock solid, delving deep into her
inner being. If she could’ve moved at all she would’ve
fallen to her knees but she was trapped like a fly in amber
under the intensity of his attention.
“Shall I continue, or do you wish to depart?”
His voice was smooth and deep.
“No, I don’t want to go. It’s ok.”
Her voice cracked. She took a breath.
A predatory smile spread across his face. “Close your
eyes, girl.” Her compliance came immediately without
even a trace of conscious thought.
His breath on her face was soft and sweet. A feather touch
on her bottom lip made her mouth open and her breath catch.
The caress that followed traced across her face, down her
throat and finally covering her breasts. Her nipples responded
by hardening into sharp points that ached and throbbed. He
pinched them both sharply before grasping the waistband of
her jeans. A sharp quick flex and the button popped, the zipper
parted. She gasped and jerked as the cool air hit her belly.
He slowly explored her flesh, claiming her. Her head fell
back against the door as she submitted to his explorations,
riding a flood of sensation that was as exciting as it was
new to her. He slowly eased the jeans over her hips taking
her panties with them, caressing each new piece of flesh as
it was exposed. Her jeans were being lowered to her ankles;
his hands slowly taking possession of her legs.
“Lift your left foot.” She did as told and he
slipped her shoe off and pulled the jeans free of her foot.
“Right foot.” Again her body obeyed and she was
free of her clothes, naked, defenceless and aching.
His breath was on her neck and face, hot. He grabbed her
ass pulling her hard into him, waiting for her surrender.
She could feel every button on his shirt, every stitch in
his trousers. He whispered in her ear, “On your knees,
slave.”
Her body betrayed her and she fell to her knees.
“Good girl. Look at me,” he said. He held her
chin so she was looking up directly in his eyes, “Now,
these are the rules. You will obey me. You will say nothing
unless it’s an answer to a direct question. Your safe
word is ‘broccoli’. If you use it, we stop and
you leave. I will push you but you’ll be safe. Do you
comply?”
She thought for a moment. She had always fantasized of an
encounter like this and wondered if it really was as exciting
as she thought it might be. She took a deep breath and looked
him in the eye and said, “Alright, I will comply.”
“Yes Sir,” he corrected. “Say it”
his voice harsh, demanding.
“Yes Sir,” she answered.
“Good girl. Now I have to take a shower so you are
going to wait for me over here.” He helped her to her
feet and led her into the kitchen. He positioned her by the
counter and said, “Close your eyes. Keep them closed.”
She closed her eyes. Once in darkness she was very aware
of the sensations of her body. Her undressing had set the
stage perfectly. The palms of her hands were tingling; her
belly hot with anticipation and her pussy was wet. She moved
her legs a little apart and shifted her hips slightly. She
could hear the rattling of chains coming from the next room.
Then he was back. “Very good.” He whispered in
her ear. “Now just so you wont be tempted to peek…”
He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. She tested it by opening
her eyes; total darkness.
A leather collar was fitted around her neck, and leather
cuffs bound her wrists. She heard a length of chain being
secured above her head then he snapped the cuffs together
and lifted her hands to the chain. He let his hands run down
her arms and over her breasts, laying claim to what she could
no longer defend.
“And in case you get bored while I take my shower…”
He attached something to her collar. A rope slid through her
legs and was pulled up the back. A few quick tugs and she
was bound.
His hands were in her hair again as he kissed her fiercely,
“Stay there,” he whispered. Then he was gone.
She heard the water run in the bathroom. A moment later she
felt his breath in her ear. She stiffened, he was so close
and she was so helpless.
“One more thing, slave. You will keep count of the
orgasms you have here today. At any time, I will ask and you
will answer. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” His manner was intoxicating.
“Very good. Make sure you don’t cut off the circulation
in your arms.” He was gone again.
Once she was alone she tested the limits of her bondage.
The rope was attached to the same chain as her hands and ran
through loops at her collar to keep it aligned. It was tight
through her crotch. She could only alleviate the pressure
on her clit by lifting up on her toes. If she lifted her arms
to relieve the pressure on her wrists, it pulled on the rope
at her clit. Any movement at all made the rope saw into her.
She gave herself up to the sensation of being bound. She
swayed in her bondage letting the rope do it’s work.
The heat rising through her made the rope slick. Deliberate
movements back and forth sent shuddering waves through her
body. She held onto the feelings for as long as she could
until it took her. She let out a little cry as her body clenched
and released.
Of course simply because she had her orgasm, didn’t
change the dynamics of her bondage. The rope was still there
and now her swollen clit was all the more sensitive to it.
She tried to lift up on her toes to relieve the pressure on
her clit, but her legs were weak from her climax and she couldn’t
hold it. She fell back into the bonds, trying simply not to
move, to catch her breath. She heard the water shut off. Her
mouth was parched; she licked her lips.
Suddenly he was there with her again. She could smell the
clean wet scent of a freshly washed man. He was so close;
she could feel his breath on her face. She reached forward
with her mouth trying to touch him. His hands on her body
brought her up short again. He pinched her nipple, fastening
a clip. She gasped and swayed back. Her knees threatened to
buckle. Her other nipple was clipped.
“So how many, slave?” he asked.
She was riding high on the sensation but held fast to her
sense of self. “Just now or counting earlier today?”
she asked.
“My aren’t we the bold one! Just now.”
His hands were on her face pulling her close. She could feel
the heat of his breath near her mouth.
“One, Sir.” she said.
“Just one?” He kissed her deeply as he pulled
on the rope. She gasped, arching her back and opening her
mouth wider welcoming his invasion. Waves of pleasure swept
through her. Higher and higher till it burst again.
“Two, Sir.” she gasped out. His mouth, his face
tasted so good, wet from the shower, clean, sweet. She strained
against her bonds to taste more of him.
“Very good.”
The clips pinching her nipples were removed the pain of removal
almost more than the pain when they were attached. The rope
was untied. There was more rattling of chains. Leather ankle
cuffs were buckled on and chained together. He unclipped her
hands from the chain over her head. She nearly lost her balance
when the support was removed. He caught her easily and quickly
directed her hand to the counter beside her, holding her until
she steadied herself. More chains linked her hands and a longer
one connected her wrist restraints to the chain between her
ankles. She was being bound. Every movement she made was accompanied
with the gentle tinkling of the chains. Her sense of helplessness
was exhilarating. A leash was added to her collar.
“Come along.” He tugged the
leash, gently leading her. Down a hall and around a corner?
She wasn’t sure. Finally, he tugged the leash down.
“On your knees, girl.” She stumbled
as she tried to comply with the unfamiliar restriction of
the chains. She could smell him; wet, musky. She could feel
his knees on either side of her. He grabbed the back of her
head. She quickly opened her mouth as his cock was thrust
into her mouth. Ah, he was thick and big. Her jaws were aching.
She brought her hands up and stroked the base of his cock
as she circled the tip with her tongue still deep in her mouth.
She sucked and licked feeling him growing bigger and harder
in her mouth. She had the satisfaction of hearing him groan.
He pulled her off and she fell back on her heels.
“Now, I am going to remove your blindfold.
When I do, you are not to look me in the eye. You are to lick
my body starting from my toes up to my mouth. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wiped her mouth
still tasting him. Her blindfold was removed. Light flooded
in blinding her for a moment. She remembered to lower her
eyes. She could see his body stretched out on the bed. So
she set to work.
She climbed onto the bed between his legs
to the musical accompaniment of her chains. She started with
one ankle. Taking little bites, and licks she worked her way
up his thigh until she got to his crotch. His hair was delicate
curls around his thick straight cock. She licked the groove
between thigh and belly; she licked one long, slow, lick down
the length of his cock, then she retreated to the other leg.
Repeating the process with the other leg she again reached
his cock. This time she was much more thorough. Then she remembered
that the instruction was to lick all the way up to his face.
She continued. Up his belly, across his nipples each in turn
getting a little bite and slow circular licks. She licked
up to his shoulders. She licked the hollow at the base of
his throat. She licked his ears. She paid special attention
to each hand sucking his thumbs and nibbling his wrists. His
breathing was quicker now. She tickled his ear with her tongue
and bit the soft spot just behind his ear. He sighed a great
ragged sigh.
“Very nice. Now do the other side.”
She sat back keeping her eyes lowered as he turned over. She
was being very careful to obey his every instruction. She
started again, licking the souls of his feet then making her
way up his legs. The thought crossed her mind that she felt
very privileged to be allowed to do this, and then was amazed
that such a feeling could exist within her! She was licking
his feet, for God’s sake, and loving it! When she got
to his ass she licked down into the cleft between his legs
and was rewarded by a low sigh. She licked up his back, climbing
onto him to reach. Her chains caught between her legs rubbing
on her clit. She moved them out of the way but needed to do
more. She climbed higher as she continued to lick his back,
until her clit pressed against his tailbone. She ground her
clit into the little nub on the bone. Ah… that felt
lovely. Harder, she rubbed back and forth, as she continued
to lick. The pleasure was getting much more intense. She bit
the back of his neck as her orgasm took her.
‘Enjoying yourself, slave?”
“Yes, Sir. Three, Sir.” She gasped,
shuddering with the aftershocks.
“Good. Do it again.” He ordered.
She was more than happy to comply. She gave
him another good lick on his tailbone for lubrication and
climbed on again. Her clit was so sensitive now that her orgasms
were coming faster and higher. Waves of pleasure washed over
her and never really left. She felt so wicked and so open.
She rubbed deliberately and hard, the chains keeping time
with her grinding pelvis. Another orgasm. She cried out and
managed to gasp, “Four!” before collapsing on
top of him.
She was just letting the orgasm fade away
and trying to catch her breath, when he turned over dumping
her on her back. She lay on the bed, still in her chains feeling
glorious, beautiful, free.
“Very good.” He said “Now
let’s continue. Close your eyes.”
He undid the chains from her cuffs and attached
her wrists to hooks secreted in the headboard of his bed.
His cock stood out from him like a flagpole. This was the
last sight she had before the blindfold plunged her into darkness
again.
Her thighs were opened and his cock thrust
against her, opening her to his desire. She lifted her legs.
Years of yoga had left her with flexibility that was truly
amazing. Her feet almost touched the headboard above her head.
He laughed.
“I see, very impressive. If that is
how you like it, allow me to assist you.” He grabbed
an ankle and a length of chain. Her ankles were chained to
the headboard besides her wrists, opening her legs wide and
leaving her even more vulnerable.
His fingers caressed the length of her legs.
Ah, that tickles! She squirmed in her bondage; a cascade of
giggles giving him more information than she really wanted
him to have. She bit her lip, trying to suppress her giggles.
“You don’t understand yet, do
you? I call the shots. You have no control.” His tickles
got more insistent. She laughed and thrashed and struggled
with all her strength.
“I asked you a question, slave. Answer
it.”
She was totally confused. She couldn’t
think. What question? She tried to get a word out, but the
tickling continued and she was laughing so hard she could
hardly breathe! By the time he relented she was gasping for
breath and shaking.
“Do you understand now?” His
fingers held her legs tightly, almost painfully.
“Yes, Sir. You call the shots. But,
please, no more tickling!”
“For now. But I think we need to start
over again.”
His hold on her legs was firmer now, his
mouth closed on her cunt. Long luxurious licks covered her
labia like he was enjoying ice cream. She groaned and relaxed
into the rising sensation. Then he bit her clit. The pain
wracked through her. She cried out and she tried to pull away,
but he held fast, his fingers slipping into her vagina. She
felt him deep within her, the pain from his teeth matched
in an inexorable rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers. She
was going over again and her world exploded into shuddering
colour.
“How many now, slave?” She couldn’t
understand what he was asking. How many what? “Don’t
tell me you have lost count. Will I have to punish you?”
A flush of panic rose in her. “No, wait, five. Yes,
that’s it. Five.”
A hard slap landed on her exposed ass making
her jump. “Five Sir,” he corrected. “Don’t
forget, you address me as Sir. Say it.”
“Yes Sir,” she gasped through
the echoes of pain and pleasure breathed. “Five, Sir.”
“Better, girl.” His cock was
pressing against her open and welcoming cunt. “Do you
want this?” She could feel just the tip enter her, making
her gasp at the breadth of it. He was so thick!
“Yes Sir. Yes, I want it.” She
waited for the thrust that she was certain would follow.
“Beg for it, slave.” His breath
was hot on her face, his voice pulling at her even as his
cock held her open; his hands pressing on her open legs.
Beg? She didn’t like the idea of begging.
It didn’t seem ...dignified. She almost laughed at the
thought. Here she was blindfolded, tied with her legs over
her head, and she’s worried about her dignity!! Her
delay cost her.
“Do you want it or not, girl?”
His fingers claimed her breasts and pinched the nipples hard,
sharply focussing her attention again.
A sharp cry pulled itself from her. “Yes,
please, yes! I’ll beg. Please fuck me. Fuck me hard!
Take me! Please, oh Please!”
The thrusts that followed filled her so completely
that all thoughts were wiped from her mind. All she could
do was ride the sensations; deep, hard, final. She gave herself
over finally understanding her submission; accepting his dominance;
accepting his release; offering him her surrender.
He gently but firmly massaged her arms and
legs as he undid the restraints. She was so languorous in
the aftermath of her climax that she could hardly move. He
pulled her into his embrace and they lay together, a tangle
of limbs, musky and sweaty.
“You were wonderful, darling.”
He stroked her hair. “How about we have a shower then
go for our hike?” His manner had changed; the dominance
put aside with his chains.
She lifted her head and looked at him. “Don’t
you remember? You destroyed my favourite jeans! All I have
left is my dress for dinner.”
“Ah, yes. So I did. Well, dinner it
is then.” He helped her from the bed and led the way
to the bathroom. He had opened a new world for her. Whatever
happened between them now, she would always be grateful for
this gift.
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