And now for something completely different. Cuckold shoe shopping. Part I.
I know it’s been a little heavy ’round here as of late. By now you must know that I’m not a real exciting blog, more of a dance with my internal demons for your enjoyment. But occasionally I can put out some hot literotica like the rest of you. Thought I should probably lighten things up with some today. This is a story that is historical fiction in the life of Ms. R and L. ; some of it happened, some of it was chickened out on by participants, some of it is embellishment. I’ll let you guess which is which.
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I drove home from work late that afternoon, steaming. It was Texas summer hot, and the silk stockings I’d worn were soaked in sweat. My last pair. Earlier, after seeing a client downtown, I’d had to run some vanilla errands at the courthouse, which meant parking and walking a few miles. I found a space just a block away, crossed the street and accidentally stepped in some overheated (melted- it does that here) asphalt tar, ruining the red Italian leather peep-toe sling-backs which were my favorite- and most expensive- pair of shoes. The traffic ahead of me was slower than normal and I watched the outside temperature gauge rise past 110. The radio traffic report was bad news: an overturned tanker. I flipped open the cell and called L., who had been blissfully laying around at my place for days.
“Listen close. When I get home, you will have me a bath ready. You will be prepared for a very nice evening out. You will make reservations. You will get my new dress out for me. And you will be ready for me when I get there. Do you hear me?”
He knew how to answer.
“Yes Ma’am“
I got home and he met me at the door, naked. I handed him my load of paperwork and purse and took the glass of my favorite white wine, Caymus Connundrum, he had in his hand. I kicked off my ruined shoes and began peeling off my stockings as I led towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind me. I turned around to tell him to hurry up, only to catch him picking up the stockings and sniffing them and touching himself furtively, having left my papers in a pile on the floor. He caught my glare and dropped to his knees before I got to him, and grabbed a handful of hair.
“You’ve had all day to do that. Pick up this mess and meet me in the bathroom. Everything had better be ready.”
It was. My bath was drawn, steaming hot. The sandalwood candles I liked best were lit. Towels were waiting on the counter. I sat on the edge of the tub and waited for L.; I didn’t want to soil my bathwater with my sweaty feet. As he crawled around the corner I raised one foot, and he almost instinctively began licking it, mouthing every surface gently, sucking it clean. I let him finish and offered the other, telling him to hurry. I didn’t want the shoe store to close. I sank into my bath and lay back, closing my eyes letting the hot water rush over my body. L. waited until I opened my eyes and nodded at him, and began to wash and massage my feet and legs. He worked his way slowly over the rest of my body. I sat up and leaned forward on my arms, wrapping them around my knees, waiting for him to wash my hair. I turned to look at him and ask what he was waiting for when he leaned over and whispered:
“Did you get fucked good today Mistress?”
I didn’t answer.
“Was he good? Did he cum a lot? Did you make him cum a lot?”
“Yes. He was good. I stayed an extra hour for free and soaked his bed, he fucked me so good. I made him cum four times. Let him fuck me hard, he filled me up with a great big cock. Did you think about that all day? Me being fucked while you waited here at home?”
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock, just below the head, now covered in precum.
“Did you let him cum in your pussy?” he was practically drooling.
“You know the answer to that. Why are you still obsessing about it? You know what, go cancel the dinner reservation and get dressed. I have a new plan.”
L. was obsessed cum, with watching men cum, with the idea of another man coming inside of me, and with the idea licking it clean. But he’d always chickened out when given the opportunity. This questioning was a daily after work ritual between us, and he’d been very focused on my client’s orgasms pretty heavily lately, and I’d had enough.
I quickly washed my own hair and went to dress in the bedroom. A light corset, short silk print dress, strappy5 inch sandals; no panties. L. returned to the bedroom with a quizzical look on his face. I told him to dress as I finished up my makeup and put on my jewelry. I watched as he started to dress in the suit I’d picked out for him a few months before. He was tall and broad with a nice but hefty build, and had a bad habit of wearing a single pair of shorts and only free giveaway polos and teeshirts from vendors and tech companies he worked with, along with….a fanny pack. Which was, simply, not allowed in my presence. I’d chosen a deep turquoise polished cotton shirt and classically tailored double breasted navy suit with a tiny turquoise pinstripe, almost imperceptible. Much better; but tonight it was missing something. I stopped him and handed him my dirty panties from earlier. His cock throbbed, bobbing a bit; and reminded me this would be a perfect time for him to experiment with the chastity device we’d bought. I told him so and he froze. He’d insisted on trying it, but never wanted to wear it in public. I didn’t care tonight; and he didn’t fight me once he saw the look on my face. On it went, then the panties, then the suit.
We got in the car and I told him to drive to a certain upscale department store I’d scouted a few weeks before with a night like this in mind. I tucked the shoulder belt behind me and turned to face L. in my seat, my back to the window; putting a heel in his lap and parting my legs. I sat back and rubbed my clit, watching L. try not to look as I told him every last detail of my morning detante with my client.
By the time we got to the almost empty parking lot the sun was going down and the heat had subsided; but L. had worked up beads of sweat on his brow as I had worked myself into a wet orgasm in full view of several people in traffic. I re-adjusted my clothes as I waited for him to make it around to my car door. As he opened it I swung my legs out and sat spread eagle on the edge of the seat. I motioned with a finger for him to come closer, and as he leant down, pushed him to his knees on the ground. I ran my hands trough his hair and told him to get his last taste of cum-free pussy. He looked confused but complied without hesitating; burying his face between my thighs eagerly and lapping up my juices. I stopped him just short of orgasming again and had him stand in front of the door while I stood and straightened myself. The store would be closing soon and I wanted to be inside before it did.
As we walked through the store towards the shoe department, I caught the eye of a particular hot young salesman I’d been in to flirt with several times over the past few months. We’d exchanged email addresses and gone quite a bit beyond shoe salesman flirting. I’d suggested to him that I’d love to take it further, but with L. in tow; expecting not to hear from him again. Hot salesboy surprised me, messaging back admitting he was bi and would love helping me put my cucky in his place. We had made some standing plans and he knew what to expect when he saw me with a husky 40 something man following a few steps behind.
I meandered the shoe department, stopping to fondle a nice boot, picking up several pairs of heels and handing them to L., telling him to go find a salesboy and ask for these in a size 7; knowing Jason, my salesboy, was laying in wait. As I found a seat near the back of the department I heard the automated announcement that the store was closing in 5 minutes. I heard Jason tell the other salesman at the cash register to go ahead and cash out, he’d stay late and take care of these customers. I looked around; L. and I were the only ones left; perfect. I watched as L. handed Jason the shoes and sized him up as he headed towards the store room. I could tell he was trying to check out his package, a habit I’d noticed recently. Amused, I leaned back and called to him, patting the chair to my left. He came and sat, putting his arm around me as if to make it any clearer, I was with him. When he did I leaned in, placing a hand firmly on his thigh just below his cock; and whispered close to his ear, so it’d send chills down his neck:
“I bet you’d like to see that pretty boy’s cock wouldn’t you? I saw you checking it out, you dirty little cum eater. You want to suck it, don’t you? I’ll bet you want to see him cum….his balls slapping against my ass…his big load of cum dripping out of me…”
I continued, hissing louder and louder a continuous stream, filthier and louder as I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs…
L. turned purple and stiffened, shushing me as Jason rounded the corner with a stack of boxes.
“Here we go; I had all of these in a 7 except for the Ferragamos, which I brought in a 6.5 and a 7.5….” he rambled on with his salesman schlep, pulling up one of those shoe salesman seats with the slanted mirror.
I scooted up to the edge of the seat and placed my left sandaled foot on the ramp between Jason’s knees. As he began unlacing my shoe I turned to look at L., whose eyes were as big as saucers as he looked at the mirrored ramp, in which my swollen clit peeking through wet labia was plainly displayed for all three of us to see. I put my hand on his knee reassuringly and watched as Jason looked up and winked at him. He lifted my left foot to the floor, placed my right foot on the bench, and then reached over and gently moved my left knee aside, parting my legs. I looked back at L. … who looked first shocked, then slowly as if it was all coming into focus now.
I grabbed L.’s hand again, pressing it between my thighs.
“Tell Jason how good my pussy is. Isn’t it? Tell him how you’d like to watch him fuck me. Spread me open for him.”
I watched L. stammer as he parroted me, looking both excited and as if he might implode with humiliation right there; his hands shaking.
I parted my knees wider, putting L.’s hands in place and leaning over to run my tongue up the side of his neck and suck his earlobe into my mouth before biting it.
“Do IT.”
I’ll finish part two before the weekend is over. Right now I have to go enjoy some sunshine and laugh about teasing you with half a story.
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**oops**-sorry, I accidentally deleted a sentence when editing this. Here it is in case you missed it…
“We … can’t…. The doors… Aren’t there other people here?”
He sputtered. Jason and I exchanged looks and I gripped L.’s wrists and pushed his hands away as we kissed deeply. He stood, tossing some unpackaged stockings from the floor into L.’s lap.
“You were right. You wanna take care of him while I go double check that my manager’s gone?” he scoffed., turning on his heel towards the stockroom.
I pushed the stool forward with my foot, turning as I stood to face L., pushing a knee between his and up against the edge of the chair. I leaned over and grabbed him by the shirt collar with both hands, and placed all of my weight on my other knee, on his thigh.
“Listen up. You’re going to do as you’re told. This was all your big idea in the first place…and now what? You’re scared?”
I put my other knee in his lap and climbed on top of him, clutching his collar with both hands tightly, coming nose to nose with L..
“I’m getting those shoes and that boy and you’re going to watch and enjoy paying for both.”
I let go of his shirt and pushed him to the back of the chair with one hand on his breastbone. I picked up one of the stockings and shoved it in his mouth. He didn’t struggle. I grabbed another and forced his arm to the armrest, tying it tightly at the elbow to the armrest and back bar of the chair. I turned to tie the other and he had already put it in place, I tied it quickly. Settling to my knees , straddling his lap, I took the stocking from his mouth and leaned down to kiss him, running my hands though his hair. Giving his eagerness away, he returned my kiss hungrily, trying to touch me despite his constraints, his body rising to meet mine, his cock cage grinding against me. I gripped his hair and pulled him into a deep kiss , sucking his breath away before lifting my chin and exposing my neck to his gasping licks and mouthing. He gasped as I pinched a nipple tightly through his shirt and stood, pulling his head back by the hair with my other hand. I looked him in the eye questioningly, without a word. He knew this was the moment, if he was really going to back out, to say something.
“Yes.”
A half-moan-half-whisper escaped his lips. My smile was irrepressible, and I’m willing to bet, a bit evil.
I kissed him again, pulling him close. A special kiss.
Then I pushed him back to the seat, quickly unbuttoning his pants and working them down past L.’s panties, exposing them and the bulge of plastic they poorly covered underneath. I heard him inhale in shock/almost-protest, and put my hand over his mouth. Shaking my head at him, I leaned over and picked up the slightly damp stocking; pushing it back into his mouth. His eyes were wide as saucers.
Jason’s warm hand on my hip and hard cock pressing against my ass were a surprise; I hadn’t heard him some up behind me. He put one hand on each of my hips and pulled me towards him as I stood. He’d stripped naked in the stockroom, and come back sporting an enormous hard tool, which was now throbbing as we kissed and he quickly worked my sundress off with his hands. I reached behind me, running my hand along his hipline, stroking his balls as he caressed my breasts and nibbled my neck. Running his tongue along the outer edge of my ear, he slid a hand between my legs and whispered
“Everyone’s gone, I locked up. He’s ready?”
I nodded, running my hand up and down his thick shaft as he played with me, pressing up against me, breathing hard.
“You didn’t mention the panties. Or the…what’s that?”
“I didn’t tell you? L.’s not in charge of his penis; I am. He’s not allowed to touch it, or me, unless I say. In fact, for a while now, he hasn’t been allowed to touch either unless I have another man’s cum inside of me.”
“And the panties?”
“Well, I just thought he needed to remember who wears the panties in this relationship. Doesn’t he look ridiculous in them?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s the point.”
Jason grinned. I turned around and we kissed and felt each other’s bodies for several minutes before I stopped and turned to L.
“You’re not feeling left out are you? Awww..”
I chided, stepping closer and sitting on his knee. I still had Jason’s cock in my hand and fondled it as he also came closer, standing just between L.’s knees. I could see L. straining against his chastity device as he looked at Jason’s 9 or 10 inches, and I held his gaze as I delicately flicked my tongue over the tip, teasing them both for several minutes. Jason began to throb and moan as I licked his balls and then all the way up to his cock’s head, sucking it in. I pushed L.’s pants down to his ankles and his knees further apart, and settled back against his chest, drawing Jason towards me. I could feel L’s breath quicken as I began to slowly suck the giant cock just inches from his face. Jason put his outside foot on the chair next to L., giving us both full view of his powerful thighs and swinging balls. I watched L.’s eyes follow every move, locked on the union of my tongue and another man’s cock. I stopped and pulled the stocking back out of his mouth, kissing him and reaching back to grab a handful of hair as I held Jason ready, pulling him close. I partially broke the kiss but kept our tongues in contact, pushing Jason’s cock between our lips so that we were both licking it and kissing around it. L. eagerly opened his mouth, and Jason thrust himself deep into it. L. moaned a bit as Jason began to slowly fuck his mouth, trying to pull back- but I had his hair and held him firmly in place and pushed Jason’s hips further towards him. His eyes began to water and make lovely little gurgling noises as Jason’s pace increased. I reached down and rubbed myself as I murmured to L.
“Suck it like a good bitch. I want you to know just what it’s like to suck cock. You’re going to suck that cock and then watch while he fucks me in your lap, so you can have the same view I have.”
Jason pulled out of L.’s mouth, looking self satisfied, and leant down to kiss me. I adjusted in L.’s lap until I was leaning back on him like a recliner, my legs straddling his, as Jason moved between them. He dropped to his knees and began teasing me with his tongue, spreading my lips and licking my clit lightly. I turned my head to make sure L. was watching, kissing him as he continued to watch. Jason increased the pressure and began eating me in earnest, bringing me to a quick orgasm. He rose, planting his lips on L.’s and sharing my juices with him in a kiss as he readied himself between my legs.
He entered me swiftly, and thrust himself deep, pressing deeper for a moment as he came nose to nose with L., gasping.
“Oh, that’s good. You’d better watch like your woman says”
He pressed my knees further apart and began to fuck me with deep purposeful strokes, his balls pressing against me with each one. Before long I began a chain of orgasms that lasted until we were both covered in sweat, moving frenetically. Jason was a machine, rhythmically pounding harder and faster. His balls hung low, and were now slapping against L.’s thighs as he moaned. I could feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, sending me into another wave of orgasm as L. whispered, chanted…
“Yes. Fuck her. Fuck her good…fill her up with your cum…Yes, fuck my Mistress.”
His eyes were glued on the wet shaft sliding in and out of me, and he’d struggled with his arm ties so that they’d all migrated to his elbows, leaving his hands free to grasp Jason’s hips as if he was the one being fucked. I could feel his orgasm coming as L. and I encouraged him. I milked him with my pussy – I couldn’t wait to feel that hot rush of fluid; and came, a loud, wet orgasm, as it filled me. Jason lay there spent for a moment before pulling his cock from me, and his cum rushed down my ass cheeks, mixed with my own juices, and began to drip on L.’s panties and thighs. I stood and turned around, standing in L.’s chair so I could place a knee to either side of his head on the back rest. His face was flushed, mouth open. No hesitation now. I reached between my legs and spread myself, squeezing my muscles until cum poured from me onto his extended tongue and down his chin. He lifted his head to reach me, just out of his reach, and slowly began to lick me, thoroughly and hungrily slurping the cum down. Jason untied L.’s arms and they wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as I shuddered at his hot tongue burrowing deep in my just fucked pussy. I spread myself, exposing my clit, watching L.’s tongue lapping at me covered in pearly cum without noticing Jason sit next to us, jacking off as he watched. I began to feel my own cum well up inside my belly and moaned, grabbing L’s hair and holding his head in place. As I rode his face into a roaring , squirting orgasm, Jason got up and kneeled in the chair next to us, stroking his cock just above L’s face and showering it with a smaller load of cum as they both groaned. I stood back- L. was soaked- covered in cum, and had cum, himself, his panties wet and clinging to the plastic cage on his little cock.
He just sat there, slumped, dazed, as Jason and I exchanged kisses and began cleaning up. I reached in L.’s pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing his credit card to Jason and motioning towards the stack of shoe boxes.
“Bag those up for me, while we get cleaned up, doll.”
He ambled off towards the stockroom with the boxes, grinning. I slipped my dress back on and turned to L.
“You shouldn’t have cum…because I’m going to get fucked twice tonight, and the second time could’ve been you. Too bad. Who knows when you’ll get another chance…”
Left Hanging
You thought you had me pegged. Sweet, a pushover, forgiving and trusting to the Nth degree. I wanted it that way. Did you not know?
That we do things my way? That while I was genuine, and meant every word I said, I also knew just what you were up to. That I had every intent of putting you in your place as just a piece of property, worthless, and useless without me; but that I was intent on knowing who you think you are first? That we were going to move at my pace, slow. That you had to work to make up for acting like an insolent twelve year old. That I am not going to just hand you what you want because you’re pretty, and well hung with a successful career; but instead give you enough rope to hang yourself, first? No, you didn’t know. You thought you had me pegged. And you took every inch of rope I gave you. Now you’ll never know. But this is a small taste.
Imagine we meet for dinner at a trendy place to see and be seen in; and I meet you at the bar. Of course I’m there before you, sipping my wine, drawing slowly on my cigarette, surveying. Swaggering ever so slightly, wearing your cockiness like an accessory as you stride in, unaware of my gaze- averted before you round the corner to the bar. I am going to really enjoy this.
As you sidle up to the bar, our eyes meet, and yours dance with confidence. Good, just how I want it. I smile coyly and duck my chin, tilt my head just a bit, looking up at you through doe eyes to show you how flattered I am that you even showed up. I mean, I’m just so nice and forgiving and after all you’ve stood me up, lied, played every predictable game…but I’m still here. Surely you have me where you want me. You order my drink and I bat my eyelashes over small talk, steering clear of any talk of play. Making sure you know how smitten I am. And I am. I see in front of me a beautiful body. A fast mind. And a selfish, self centered man. Over salad you begin to drop a bit of that wall you’ve kept up; and begin to show the cracks in your veneer. You’re sure of yourself, and of the mental image you’ve created of the poor me, desperate for attention woman in front of you. I make sure that I’m putty in your hands. I defer to you when you ask about desert, just for effect. By the time the waiter is crumbing the table for coffee, the sexual tension is palpable as is your apparent mental boredom. You’ve made clear that you think I’ll do anything to have you, and I’m counting on it. I know you don’t think I have any idea what I’m doing; that because I don’t call you ‘worm’ and I’ve put up with your games I’m just playing at being dominant. But I know you won’t lose a chance for at least some hot sex. And I allow you to spin your little line to suavely ask me back to your place.
I follow you to your apartment and to your door. A little fumbling of keys and we’re in, I walk past you as you shut the door and turn face to face with me. We both simply look into each other’s eyes for a moment, then tilt our heads and slowly lean into each other until our lips meet and suddenly we are mingled in a hungry, deep and passionate kiss. Hands flying over each others bodies, the build up of the past two months surging as clothing flies and you pick me up as I wrap my legs around your waist, and take me to your bedroom. In a blur we are naked; a tangle of limbs and lust, rolling and turning. Dominance and submission is forgotten as we melt in a puddle of our own juices and taste and take each other like animals.
An hour or so later I am riding atop you, facing your feet. I take the opportunity to strap on the ankle cuffs you left out, leaving them loosely tied together and to the bed frame so as not to disturb your footing, but to be useful later; all the while bouncing up and down on your hard shaft, caressing, scratching and kissing your legs and thighs so you don’t quite notice. I feel you begin to buck in that unmistakable animalistic staccato rhythm; feel your hips thrusting deeper. I push my knees farther apart, arching my back as your cock begins to swell and throb, and you begin to moan uncontrollably as I reach between your legs and gently squeeze your balls. (Not too hard. I ‘m not ready for that yet.) I grind hard when I feel you explode inside of me, cum surging out of you as I squeeze tighter, with my hands and my pussy. I sit straight up and begin to shudder in orgasm as you continue to throb, rolling my hips with the contractions, rubbing my clit as I climax and my pussy continues to squeeze rhythmically. I roll over to kiss you and collapse on your chest, your cock still inside me, both of us shuddering. We lay there, catching our breath together in unison until I feel you draw a deep, languid, satisfied breath. Now, I’m ready.
I rise to all fours in one motion over you to meet your eyes nose to nose. Your gaze belies a total lack of understanding of what is about to happen. Perfect. Squeezing my muscles tight so as not to loose a drop of seed as I move, using your shoulders as leverage, I pull myself upwards, planting my sticky wet pussy right on your unsuspecting lips as I pin your upper arms with my knees. Grabbing your hair with my left hand, spreading my lips with my right, I pull your face to me as I grind it into the pillow.
“Don’t miss a drop”
I hiss in a hoarse whisper as you begin to moan in pleasure and lap at me; but only for a few moments, as you begin to run out of air. I watch your eyes widen with concern as I cover your face and press harder into the bed, an evil grin creeping over my face. But you continue to lick furiously, tongue fucking, sure that I will give in quickly as I thrust. I grab your hair with both hands now and bear my full weight on your face, feeling your arms involuntarily pushing against my knees. I loosen my grip on your head just enough to adjust and allow you a millimeter of breathing space, your gasp is audible; and I cut it short, jerking you quickly back into place.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
I tease as you begin to buck and twist beneath me, trying to turn your head side to side to gain any access to air. Your face is turning red with lack of oxygen, and by now you’ve discovered your ankles are bound in place, albeit loosely, enough to hamper your ability to gain enough footing to lift your body off of the bed.
“Is it good cum, slut?”
I ask, you nod furiously beneath my body, which I take full advantage of as you begin to look really desperate. My clit is swollen and each flicker of your tongue sends shock waves through me as I begin to feel my whole pelvis tingle and fill with my juices.
“Suck out every last drop and you can breathe”
I demand as I lean in, pinning your head in place and grabbing your hands in mine. I hear you gulping, slurping, as you strain against me and I rock back and forth on your face until I explode into orgasm; squirting copious amounts of liquid that streams down your cheeks and throat as you struggle to swallow it all. Satisfied, I lift myself, creamy seed and saliva stringing between us as you arch your back drawing in a long gurgling breath. I let you draw in deeply for a moment but not a full breath, then I sit back on your chest and watch you draw in air in short, quick breaths, hampered by my weight on your lungs, eyes closed, still pinned in place by my knees.
“Are you ready for a full breath?”, I ask, reaching back and caressing your limp dick as you nod.
“I’m going to get off of you now, and you are going to roll over like a good slut. Are we clear?”
You hesitate for a moment and I grasp the base of your balls tightly, squeezing them hard; rising above your face at the same time.
“Yes Mistress” you manage, and I lift myself from you and off the bed, watching you wriggle onto your belly and lay there spent, gasping as I gather some items from my bag.
“Are you ready for that ass fucking you’ve been begging for?” I ask, as you turn to look at me; expecting a strap on, finding me holding a blindfold and wrist shackles.
“yeeesss Mistress” you moan, grinning. Like a slut, you spread your legs best as you can and lift your ass into the air, an expectant smile on your face as I strap the blindfold on.
“Give me your hands” I ask dulcetly, swinging my leg over you and straddling your thighs.
You bring them behind you lazily, and I strap the first gauntlet on, then the second, then clip them together in a four way hogtie clip. Knowing you expect a strap on, I take the large ass plug I’ve brought and lube it up a little before holding it to my pelvis and teasing the tip over your smooth ass cheeks. Moaning, you arch your back and push your knees apart, and I wrap my free hand around your hip, pulling you closer as I bring my knees between yours, ‘accidentally’ grazing your balls and leaning over your back.
“Wider bitch” I whisper into your ear as I lick and bite your earlobe, forcing your legs further apart with my knees and feeling your hips tilt in anticipation.
I raise back up to my knees and take the five inch plug in hand like a strap on, sliding it up and down your eager crack, tracing your sweet spot and perineum, watching as your breath increases and you draw your knees closer to you so you can lift your ass higher, resting on your face. I part your ass cheeks with my free hand and swirl the tip of the plug over your puckered hole, pressing gently as you moan into the pillow in pleasure. I reach down and caress your balls and feel your cock hardening as I tease you with the first half inch of my tool, lulling you into anticipation.
“Mmmm, finally” I hear you say, your voice muffled by the wight of your own body pressing it into the bed.
I grab the fourway between your wrists like a handle and pull hard, forcing the plug into you up to its widest point. No warm up for that.
“What’s that?” I demand as your moan transforms from lazy pleasure into shocked pain.
“aaaAAAaauugghh”… I feel your sphincter react violently against the intrusion and thrust it just a touch deeper, bringing your half-moan-yell to a gasping scream before easing it back a few inches.
“That’s what I thought, now I said WIDER, bitch!” I lean down to lift the blindfold and look into your eyes, now wide and alarmed as I use my powerful thighs to press yours even farther apart.
“You’d have gotten a nice strap on fuck if you hadn’t played all those games” I tell you, pushing the plug back in, not as far; as you avert your eyes. “But now all you get is a pacifier. Because you’ve done nothing but act like a spoiled child” I replace the blindfold and lift back up, and plunge the whole length of the thick plug inside of you, pulling back on your wrist shackles for leverage as you buck uncontrollably, unable to escape or force it out, moaning loudly.
“Go ahead and struggle, you know it will only make it worse” I tell you, jerking on the retrieval cord and smirking as you settle into place, clearly in pain.
Better”, I assure you; releasing your wrists and maintaining the tension of the plug against your ass while reaching down to caress your balls.
Watching you try to slow your breathing and adjust to the three inch thick plug deep inside of you, I stroke your semi-soft cock briefly before slipping four connected cock rings over the head and firmly down to the base, forcing your balls through the large bottom ring one by one. As I adjust the gates of hell contraption on your cock I can see you twisting and struggling to see if you can glimpse what I am doing, as your blindfold has slipped. No matter now, as I clip the top ring, now around the head of your cock, to the base of the ass plug (conveniently it has a small hoop to which the retrieval cord is also attached) with a short chain, drawing it slightly back. Then I move myself off of the bed, untying the rope connecting your ankle shackles to the bed frame and drawing it tight, bringing them together with one hand and placing the other firmly on the small of your back, forcing your hips to the bed and securing them there with my knee. Hair awry, blindfold half on, red cord hanging from your slut hole, cum smeared from ear to ear and eyes wide, you look perfectly ridiculous; helpless with your wrists bound, your cock bent downward between your thighs, ankles bound tightly and lifted off the bed by the rope loop.
I jerk them up to meet with your wrists, neatly snapping them into the fourway at the d-rings; leaving the rope in place. I step back to admire my handiwork for a second, then kneel on the bed next to you and take the rope still looped through the d-rings on your ankle cuffs and loop it under your wrists. I take an elbow with each hand, pulling them together until you arch your back to ease the tension and I can hold them in place with one arm; leaning over to hold you- you aren’t struggling much- I grasp the rope with my free hand and pull the loop up to the elbows, keeping it tight. I release your arms, now using both hands to quickly wrap the rope several times around your forearms, rendering you completely hogtied, unable to move save your head. NOW I can admire my handiwork; and I remove the blindfold and step back to look at you laying arched and trussed up on your own bed as you stammer.
“I..I…uh…..I didn’t..uh”
“you didn’t expect this? I know. Now, where’s that gag you mentioned having?”
You eye the closet. “On the shelf in there.” Your voice wavers.
I light a cigarette and wander into the bathroom to clean up a bit; I hear you rustling in the sheets and open a few drawers, rummage around loudly a bit, just to spook you. I come back out and head to the closet, predictably piled with clothes and shoes; and grab the bit gag off of the shelf just inside the door. I walk back over to the bed, flicking my ashes on your back and sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning on my elbow against your ribs as I finish my smoke. Watching you watch me, smoking, ashing on you. I know you are wondering where I’ll put that out; but I don’t plan to mark you with a burn. Today. But you don’t know that, and I trace the hot tip of the burning cigarette across your back, down the inside of your thigh, and watch you draw in your breath and brace for the coming sizzle of burning skin. I singe a few leg hairs and just as you tightly close your eyes and tense up in anticipation, I get up from the bed and put the smoke out in the ashtray on the bed, smiling at you and grabbing the bit. I lean down and brush your hair back, slipping a hand under your jaw to help you lift up to accept the gag; pushing it unnecessarily hard into your already open mouth at the last moment and fastening it tightly from behind. I replace the blindfold and straighten and smooth the sheets.
“I’m going to take a shower. Do not move, nod if you understand”
You nod vigorously; and I lay a short length of rope horizontally across your hogtie, making sure it lay in a smooth line from one side of the bed to the other.
“It will be disturbed if you move; you know I don’t trust you”. I pat your ass and head off to take a long, hot shower, leaving the door open. Finishing, I leave the water on so you won’t hear as I dry myself and brush my hair into a quick bun. Moving stealthily I retrieve the handmade fiberglass cane and over the door solid steel belt hanger/hook I brought from my bag in the living room and return to the bedroom to find you laying perfectly still, facing the opposite direction, clearly breathing with focus as relaxed as can be expected. Standing beside the bed, I place the hook on the floor slowly, rise and position myself carefully just level with your hips. I raise the cane above my head and bring it down whipping through the air, landing on the fleshy exposed outer part of your ass cheek with a smart thwap; and you scream through the bit in surprise as you turn to try and face me despite the blindfold. I kneel on the bed, giving the welt a few seconds to rise before applying the same treatment to your other cheek; leaving a nice pair of reddening stripes in the hollows where hip turns into ass, and pulling the loose rope aside.
“Ooooaaaaaghghoooo” You are half moaning, half yelling; as I force your knees apart and begin to lightly tap the insides of your thighs, alternating quickly between legs with light, almost caressing taps. You begin to visually ease and I grab the cord connected to the ass plug and now your cock and yank, hard; pulling it back so it stretches your slutty hole, then letting go before your muscles can force it out. Your cock is beginning to harden and my contraption is doing it’s job; as you stiffen the chain is pulled taught.. and the harder you get, the harder it pulls against your ass plug, pulling the cock into an awkward downward curve as the plug is pulled on. Nice, I’d hoped that would work. I return to the cane, applying two lighting quick and white hot stripes to your upper back in an X, not quite successfully avoid marking your upper arms. It is a pleasure to watch you arch your back in agony as I return to short, quick slaps at your exposed cock and balls with the tip, leaving small red raised welts.
“Not the spankings you wanted, huh, slut?” I taunt, caressing your balls and the base of your cock with my other hand, watching as it throbs involuntarily and you wince and moan on agony as it begins to pinch against the steel rings and force your asshole open wider as it strains against the chain connected to it’s plug.
I get up from the bed and grab a pillow, stopping to survey the damage and place one more swift blow on each of your outer thighs; placing the cane on the bedside table and bending down to grab the hook as you writhe from the sting. I head over to the open closet door and place the hook over the top of the door, closing it firmly and placing the pillow on the floor in front of it. I stride back to you, taking the top sheet from the foot of the bed and folding it in half.
“Remember I asked how much you weighed?” I ask, placing the halved sheet carefully on the floor beside the bed.
You just lay there.
“Afraid? Good.” I smirk, and grasp the leather part of the four way tie like a handle, sliding you to the edge of the bed.
“You’re going on the floor, knees first. You can help, or not; it will only be easier on you if you do” I tell you as I grab the crooks of your knees and begin to swing your legs off of the bed. You nod, and I lower your knees to the floor, leaving your chest leaning against the bed like a lean-to.
“Ok, ready?”; you nod again and I bend my knees and wrap my hands around your bound forearms, leaning back to lift you from the bed and swing you around enough to lower you to the sheet. Once you are prone on the floor I grab the edge of the sheet and drag you over to the closet; returning to the bed for the length of rope that had been across your back. I return to you, adjusting the sheet so that you are parallel with and about six inches from the door, knees centered in the middle of the door frame below the hook; then focus on the rope work. Doubling the rope, I make a slip knot over the hogtie, and toss the rest of the rope over the hook, pulling it down and holding it taut under my knee. Kneeling behind you I place the pillow behind your knees and hold it in place with mine, both to block you from sliding and to cushion them; and begin to lift you using your shoulders and the tension of the rope. It is a slight struggle, but I’ve planned this, and slip a knee under your body as soon as there is space, pulling the rope and pushing up on your chest until you are upright; teetering on your knees, feet and hands bound tightly behind your ass. I steady you and ‘walk’ you backwards, so your back is parallel now with the door, leaning you against it as I shove the pillow under your knees before moving my attention behind you. Loosening the slipknot, I move it from the hogtie up to your elbows, then tighten it again, pulling the loop out and tying it off so it doesn’t cut off your circulation. I then stand, pull the slack rope tightly over the hook and looping it once, wrapping the end around my hand tightly as I slowly tilt you forward so you are tipped out over the floor, held back only by the rope. I pull all my weight on the rope, making sure it will hold your weight where I want you; then wrap it around the doorknob several times and tie it off securely. I lift the blindfold and my right arm at the same time, bringing it down as hard as I can to apply a vicious open palmed slap across your face. Watching you shake it off I step back, smiling.
“You left me hanging. Not once, or twice. Even after I asked you not to. You had me plan a trip here just to see you and backed out when it was too late for me to cancel my reservations. You abandoned deep conversations just to be cruel. You thought you had me where you wanted me, and you left me hanging every chance you got. And now you are learning your lesson. I don’t like to be left hanging. I think you should know what it feels like.”
Your eyes followed me as I found my panties and bra, slipping them on as we watched each other. I wandered around the apartment to retrieve my clothes, dressed, put on my shoes, and lit another smoke; strolling back over to you, hanging there. I pulled the blindfold back in place, checked the pillow and bindings, then knelt and began to lick the head of your cock slowly, stroking the underside with my fingers and sucking a few inches into my mouth to feel it swell as you moaned. Rising abruptly, I grabbed my purse, cane and keys, and strode out of the room, my shoes clicking on the floor as I heard your moan turn to yells of protest through the gag. I smiled to myself as I reached the front door, jingling my keys loudly as I opened it and slamming it shut.
Of course I wasn’t going to leave you there. I stood on the porch, finishing my smoke and wishing I’d turned on your webcam…or there was a way to watch you through the second story window. I waited about ten minutes and put the butt out and slowly turned the doorknob, pushing the door open slowly; slipping my shoes off as I crept back inside. I padded back into your bedroom and stood in the doorway, watching you. Sweat dripping from your brow and neck, and your cock was now limp. You’d obviously struggled, the pillow gone from under your knees, the rope loosened such that you were hanging about two feet from the floor, leaning askew to the left. But now you were still, hanging slackly against the rope, your head drooping; resting or having given up I could not tell. I crept up to you and leaned down, lifting your chin with my hand as I kissed your forehead and your head jerked back in surprise. I removed the blindfold and you met my eyes sheepishly as your tear streaked face was exposed. Clearly you’d been considering the possibility that I really had left you there, to be found like that.
“Ready to come down?”
I was already behind you as you nodded, untying the rope and lowering you to the sheet on your belly and slipping the rope from your arms; unbinding your forearms, unclipping the hogtie and allowing you to stretch your legs.
I sat beside you, still bound at the wrists and ankles, and gagged, caressing your neck with feather light fingertips, tracing the contours of your back and sides; flattening my palms over your ass cheeks before lightly dragging my nails across them on the way back up to run my hands through your hair, raising goose bumps across your skin. I smooth the hair across your forehead and tilt my head to look you in the eyes, laying there.
“Did you like being left hanging?”
You looked away and shook your head, and I leaned over and kissed your cheek before untying your ankles and spreading your legs. Unhooking the cock rings from the ass plug, I warn you:
“Bear down”; and slowly pull the plug from your ass, red and dilated. I massage your cheeks a little, squeezing them, and kissing each of the twin stripes outlining its roundest part. I unclip the wrist shackles, and stand.
“You can manage the rest yourself, I’m sure.” I say as I rise and head towards the door, turning to see you roll over in surprise, struggling to your feet. But I’d reached the front door by that time, and you’d forgotten the gag as you stumbled to the door to protest my departure.
Besides, I wanted you to have plenty of time to compose your apology.