He arrived at the basement dungeon on time, and entered as he was previously instructed. The door to the bathroom was open, and she said hello, and told him to lay out his toys, and remove his pants. He was to sit down on the bench, in his satin underwear and his T-shirt.
He did as he was instructed. She told him to find the blindfold, and put it on. He did this, and then sensed that she had entered the room. She a whispered a greeting in his ear, and examined the toys laid out. She then took a piece of tape, and tied his legs to the bench. She then took a second piece of tape and put it around his chest, holding his upper arms down too, but leaving his hands free. She put a collar on him.
She smothered him with a kiss, and then ran her hands down his chest, grabbing his now erect cock through his pants. A moment layer she was sitting on his lap, facing him. He could feel breasts pushing against his chest, could feel the nipples through his shirt. He could just reach her breasts the way his arms were restrained. She kissed him, licked his face, bit his ear, and she rubbed her vulva against his bulge. He couldn't tell if she wore anything, but he could tell that she was enjoying herself.
She whispered bits of fantasy in his ear.
After a few minutes of this, she got up and changed position, rubbing her ass against his erection. She guided his hands to her hips, instructing him to pull her against him. She pressed hard against him, making him breath hard. She was happy with his exertions and told him so.
She explained what was going to happen next... that he would be tied to the table, that she'd raise his ass into the most vulnerable position possible, and she'd play with him. She'd whip his ass, just because she liked to. She explained that afterwards, she'd be tying him to the cross, and that's when her fun would begin.
She got up, and reached for the can of shaving foam that he's brought. He was still blindfolded, and knew nothing of this. She rubbed her pussy in his face, surprising him, and then she filled his shorts with foam. She sat down again, leaned back against him, and wiggled. It was fantastic for him, and as she realized how happy it made him, she stopped, giggled, and then started again. Finally, she stood up, removed the tape holding his arm/chest down, and made him stand.
She asked him if he was sure he'd like to cum for her, she explained that she wasn't going to stop, that she would torture his cock over and over again. She didn't wait for an answer, but took his hands, placed them on her breasts, and pressed ass against his erection, and he came.
As soon as she heard him moan, she stepped again from him, and stretching his underwear painfully, she used a pair of scissors to cut the ruined clothing off. She removed his blindfold, and handed him several wet towels to clean himself off. He did so with some difficulty. She quickly attached leg cuffs to him, wrapped a tensor bandage around his still erect cock, and then attached arm cuffs to him. In no time at all he was strapped to the massage table, ass in the air.
She whipped and spanked him. Slowly. She paused to tease him.
She enjoyed giving him long massage strokes: loving head to foot, to ass, to taint to cock. These would be punctuated, but more often interrupted, by spankings. She crawled on top of him, and with great kindness, she would whisper in his ear and drag her erect nipples across his back. She would do this while pressing her knee into his crotch, and running her nails across the sides of his body. She would reach under him, and pull on his cock.
Each scratch would cause him to gasp, and each gentle yank on his cock would cause him to moan. He tried to control his breathing, but she as she noticed him get control of himself, she'd do something else.
She explained to him in whispers, that his session with her would go on as long as she liked... That his schedule and time booked were irrelevant. He belonged to her, and she was enjoying playing with her new toy.
His second orgasm came to him unannounced, and without any apparent build up.
She was standing next to him, running her nails sensually across his back, while the other hand teased his ass. A hand enveloped his very hard cock, holding it, and she spanked him. He came.
She allowed him to rest for a minute, to fade off to sleep briefly.
She untied him from the table, and yanking on his collar lead him to the cross, and began to tie him to it.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Saturday, April 28, 2012
out-of-control top pantyhose
I arrive at Mistress' studio.
She greets me, and takes my spring jacket.
Under it, I am wearing a lycra sports shirt.
Mistress steps up to me, placing her hand on my ass, squeezing lightly.
"What are you wearing under your jeans?" she asks.
"Black pantyhose, as you instructed", I answer.
"How do they feel?"
"sexy. slinky. very sensual"
Mistress places a blindfold over me. She rubs her hands across my chest, stroking the material.
"How you abstained from orgasm?", she asks.
"Yes", I whisper. "Good", another voice says from behind me.
"Yes, I have an assistant today", adds Mistress.
"Assistant, please remove his pants".
Hands reach around my waste, and begin to undo my buckle. I can feel the press of her bosom against my back, and feel her breath on my neck. I take a breath.
My buckle and fly lose, and my pants are staying up, they are caught on the bulge... The assistant slides them lose, making sure to stroke my bulge.
She pushes me forward so I'l step out of my pants. The assistant begins to rub my chest and tummy, tickling ribs, as she stands behind me.
"Very nice hose", Mistress says... "but no access".
She returns a moment later, having fetched a scissor, and pulling the material around my balls out a bit, snips some off. She lets go, and I can feel the 1 inch hole. Mistress pulls my cock and balls through this hole, and I stand at complete attention.
"Good" she says. "Put out your hand", she commands, and she hands me a tensor bandage. "Can you put this on blindfolded?" she challenges.
I do. I wrap it around my shaft, and around my balls, and finish at my shaft. The head of my penis sticks out. "What do you think V?" Mistress asks. "I like this", the assistant says, touching a finger to my very over-sensitive head.
Grabbing my shaft, Mistress guides me across the room to her massage table, and she tells me to lie down on my back. She takes my arms, and pulling them above my head, a quick wrap of duct tape secures them to the headboard.
The Assistant is putting cuffs on my ankles, and then is securing my legs.
The two ladies then begin a very slow sensual massage, using their hands to rub the silky material against my skin, and mixing in some finger nails.
An occasional hand goes up my shirt; sometimes a cold one that tickles my ribs. Fingers ruffle through my hair. The inside of thighs get teased, always suggesting that they will climb to my shaft, but never seeming to make it past the outside of my prostrate.
Mistress reminds me to breath, setting a pace for breathing with long massage strokes. They ask me questions about our previous time together. About things that I've written about. I can tell they have read every story in my blog... this is exciting for me.
Mistress reminds me: "I own this cock. It's mine. If it ejaculates or gives you an orgasm, it's because I want it to. If it is doesn't, it because I didn't want it to. It's not yours. You aren't to control it."
As she said this, I felt some attention from the Assistant on the tip of "the" cock. After a week of build up, the attention was overwhelming, and I began to breath hard. Had I even been there more than 10 minutes?
Mistress calmed me. She reminded me that I could not control it. I was now allowed to control it. She told me that her assistant needed more practice, and I was to relax and enjoy. She stroked the rest of my body. Mistress asked/suggested to me things that her assistant might have time to do to me later on. "You haven't had a shower yet. My assistant has been a very dirty girl. I could use someone to wash her", Mistress suggested.
"The" cock exploded. I was completely in the NOW. I watched my body react.
Mistress unwrapped "the" cock, and squeezed every drop out. The assistant didn't stop stroking. The tension in my body began to mount again, and it began to overtake the inner calm... the continuing attention was painful. It was pleasureable. It was exquisite torture.
Mistress helped me to breath again, and as soon as the calm returned my body was overwhelmed with another orgasm.
After a few minutes, Mistress removed the tape from my arms, and told me to turn over. "We aren't done yet.", she added. "My assistant learned to find your prostate last time. Now, we are going to empty it"...
She greets me, and takes my spring jacket.
Under it, I am wearing a lycra sports shirt.
Mistress steps up to me, placing her hand on my ass, squeezing lightly.
"What are you wearing under your jeans?" she asks.
"Black pantyhose, as you instructed", I answer.
"How do they feel?"
"sexy. slinky. very sensual"
Mistress places a blindfold over me. She rubs her hands across my chest, stroking the material.
"How you abstained from orgasm?", she asks.
"Yes", I whisper. "Good", another voice says from behind me.
"Yes, I have an assistant today", adds Mistress.
"Assistant, please remove his pants".
Hands reach around my waste, and begin to undo my buckle. I can feel the press of her bosom against my back, and feel her breath on my neck. I take a breath.
My buckle and fly lose, and my pants are staying up, they are caught on the bulge... The assistant slides them lose, making sure to stroke my bulge.
She pushes me forward so I'l step out of my pants. The assistant begins to rub my chest and tummy, tickling ribs, as she stands behind me.
"Very nice hose", Mistress says... "but no access".
She returns a moment later, having fetched a scissor, and pulling the material around my balls out a bit, snips some off. She lets go, and I can feel the 1 inch hole. Mistress pulls my cock and balls through this hole, and I stand at complete attention.
"Good" she says. "Put out your hand", she commands, and she hands me a tensor bandage. "Can you put this on blindfolded?" she challenges.
I do. I wrap it around my shaft, and around my balls, and finish at my shaft. The head of my penis sticks out. "What do you think V?" Mistress asks. "I like this", the assistant says, touching a finger to my very over-sensitive head.
Grabbing my shaft, Mistress guides me across the room to her massage table, and she tells me to lie down on my back. She takes my arms, and pulling them above my head, a quick wrap of duct tape secures them to the headboard.
The Assistant is putting cuffs on my ankles, and then is securing my legs.
The two ladies then begin a very slow sensual massage, using their hands to rub the silky material against my skin, and mixing in some finger nails.
An occasional hand goes up my shirt; sometimes a cold one that tickles my ribs. Fingers ruffle through my hair. The inside of thighs get teased, always suggesting that they will climb to my shaft, but never seeming to make it past the outside of my prostrate.
Mistress reminds me to breath, setting a pace for breathing with long massage strokes. They ask me questions about our previous time together. About things that I've written about. I can tell they have read every story in my blog... this is exciting for me.
Mistress reminds me: "I own this cock. It's mine. If it ejaculates or gives you an orgasm, it's because I want it to. If it is doesn't, it because I didn't want it to. It's not yours. You aren't to control it."
As she said this, I felt some attention from the Assistant on the tip of "the" cock. After a week of build up, the attention was overwhelming, and I began to breath hard. Had I even been there more than 10 minutes?
Mistress calmed me. She reminded me that I could not control it. I was now allowed to control it. She told me that her assistant needed more practice, and I was to relax and enjoy. She stroked the rest of my body. Mistress asked/suggested to me things that her assistant might have time to do to me later on. "You haven't had a shower yet. My assistant has been a very dirty girl. I could use someone to wash her", Mistress suggested.
"The" cock exploded. I was completely in the NOW. I watched my body react.
Mistress unwrapped "the" cock, and squeezed every drop out. The assistant didn't stop stroking. The tension in my body began to mount again, and it began to overtake the inner calm... the continuing attention was painful. It was pleasureable. It was exquisite torture.
Mistress helped me to breath again, and as soon as the calm returned my body was overwhelmed with another orgasm.
After a few minutes, Mistress removed the tape from my arms, and told me to turn over. "We aren't done yet.", she added. "My assistant learned to find your prostate last time. Now, we are going to empty it"...
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Part two of Clara Surprise
With the shower turned off, and the soap all gone, Clara led me to the spare room.
While the main room had a king bed with four posts, the spare room had a small love seat, a full massage table, and little else. A closet was to one side; I wondered what might be in the closet.
Kathy waited there. What was under her silk wrap beside her, I didn't know. To claim the gown was see through was like saying the pope was catholic.
She sat on the couch.
I was naked, still dripping, and Clara wore a wet bra and panties.
"Lie down!", Kathy instructed, pointing at the massage table.
I got onto it, it had a fuzzy towel on it.
As I settled, I heard Kathy tell Clara about a fuzzy house coat in the closet. Clara removed her wet things and put it on.
"Did you enjoy his soapy cock?" Kathy asked.
Even though my face was in the face cradle hole, looking at the floor, I could hear the smile on Clara's face somehow.
Some whispers occurred, and then another towel went over my body, some patting occured, turned it a few light spanks, and then I felt the weight of one of the women lying on top of me.
"Do you wonder what now?", Kathy whispered in my ear, "maybe I'll tie up Clara, and let you fuck her? Maybe I'll tie her up and make you watch me fuck her?"
As she was saying, I felt a rope or scarf go around an arm, attaching me to the leg of the table. "Mmmmm. ", Kathy said, grinding her pelvis against my ass, running her hands through my hair.
Within a few minutes both arms were tied, and I felt my ankles being restrained. Kathy brought a knee up to my crotch, spreading my legs more, and a felt the restraints tighten holding my thighs open.
She slid off me, removing the towel. At this point Kathy started to massage me: legs, buttocks, back, neck. Clara was following along, doing my right side as Kathy did my left. They spanked, kneaded, stroked, tickled, teased. Fingers probed and stroked my ass as I felt nipples drag across my skin: Clara's bare ones would fall out of her housecoat, Kathy's were encased in creamy silk material.
"I think he's got a new erection, " Clara giggled at Kathy. "I should hope so!", answered Kathy, blowing in my ear as she stroked my scrotum, meeting Clara's hand.
Clara was tugging on my cock at the same time. "Remember: breath!", Clara says to me.
"Lets give him some more room." Kathy says. They lift my pelvis slightly, pushing a rolled up towel under each side of me, lifting my cock off the table, letting me hang more free than before.
Two hands slid back down my ass, spreading my cheeks, nails tickling my crotch, to find out how my erection was doing.
Up to now my erection had just been insistent, now it raged. The ladies then resumed the teasing massage, tightening the restraints a bit.
A new feeling told me that a rope cock ring had just been tied around my balls. (Kathy had used such a thing on me before to good effect)
Kathy crouched down so she could whisper in my ear: "keeping you hard like this has been good training for Clara, and fun for me. But poor you, I know how orally fixated you are. "
Her body came into view through the face cradle, and I saw her squeeze a nipple through her top. "Bet you'd like to suck this, eh?"
She stuck her tongue in my ear; a shudder of pleasure ran down my body,
focusing suddenly on my anus.
Something vibrated, as it pushed its way in. It vibrated the inside and the
outside of my prostrate, and then subsided.
Kathy says: "do you like that? it's for naughty boys only"
Clara lay across my back, and began to nuzzle my other ear. The two ladies tied a blindfold around my head. Her hands travelled down my arms, and she pulled me back, up onto all fours.
I was confused, when did my hands come free? My calves were still secured to the table.
Kathy came to my left side, as Clara's skin parted from my back, leaving me
feeling a bit cold, and lonely.
Kathy reached for my shaft, stroking it gently, adjusting whatever was between my legs and in my ass so it got just a bit more insistent. She took my hand, and ran it down her body, and rather than a wet snatch, I found a firm erect strapon. "Not for you, at least, not this one..." she whispered. "Clara thinks it is for you, though. "
Kathy explained to Clara what she should do. She told Clara to lie down on the table, her legs under me, face down. I was to up on my knees.
"I'm spreading shaving foam on you. She doesn't know...", she told me.
Taking my hands, Kathy guided me back down to lie on top of Clara. My hands clapsed Clara's, restraining her, and restricting me to also have my arms above my head. Kathy pushed me down onto Clara.
Squish. My cock ran right into Clara's lovely ass. I felt her ass cheeks spread slightly as the foam spread out from her crack, and then it squished up my stomack, and onto my chest. Clara actually gasped as I held her hands with mine, and my still restrained calves kept the rest of her in place.
"And up...", Kathy instructed, pulling me back off of Clara. SUCK went the foam. "And down...", and "Stop. Clara, grab him"
Clara, assuming the strap on was going to be for me, wound her arms up in mine, pulling me down from undernearth me.
I felt Kathy behind me, felt the strap-on pass me by, and felt, rather than heard Clara's gasp as she realized her pussy was being penetrated.
Kathy pushed, first she grabbed my shoulders to get leverage, which pulled me, sliding my cock against Clara's ass, and then she got hold of Clara's arms and pulled, and I got pushed forward again... If I wasn't so recently emptied, I would have cum.
The Naughty Boy was still in my ass, still at a low setting, but somehow Kathy managed to turn it up in the middle of all of this (did it have a remote?) I felt her pound Clara, each time crushing, me too.
I felt Clara convulse and then heard her orgasm with a moan. It wasn't until she stopped moaning did I realize, actually I was moaning too... and that I had in fact came all over Clara's ass.
Kathy slipped off, undid the restraints to release my legs, removed the Naughty Boy and left the room.
Clara and I left there, in a tangle. "Don't move for a bit", she told me.
With the shower turned off, and the soap all gone, Clara led me to the spare room.
While the main room had a king bed with four posts, the spare room had a small love seat, a full massage table, and little else. A closet was to one side; I wondered what might be in the closet.
Kathy waited there. What was under her silk wrap beside her, I didn't know. To claim the gown was see through was like saying the pope was catholic.
She sat on the couch.
I was naked, still dripping, and Clara wore a wet bra and panties.
"Lie down!", Kathy instructed, pointing at the massage table.
I got onto it, it had a fuzzy towel on it.
As I settled, I heard Kathy tell Clara about a fuzzy house coat in the closet. Clara removed her wet things and put it on.
"Did you enjoy his soapy cock?" Kathy asked.
Even though my face was in the face cradle hole, looking at the floor, I could hear the smile on Clara's face somehow.
Some whispers occurred, and then another towel went over my body, some patting occured, turned it a few light spanks, and then I felt the weight of one of the women lying on top of me.
"Do you wonder what now?", Kathy whispered in my ear, "maybe I'll tie up Clara, and let you fuck her? Maybe I'll tie her up and make you watch me fuck her?"
As she was saying, I felt a rope or scarf go around an arm, attaching me to the leg of the table. "Mmmmm. ", Kathy said, grinding her pelvis against my ass, running her hands through my hair.
Within a few minutes both arms were tied, and I felt my ankles being restrained. Kathy brought a knee up to my crotch, spreading my legs more, and a felt the restraints tighten holding my thighs open.
She slid off me, removing the towel. At this point Kathy started to massage me: legs, buttocks, back, neck. Clara was following along, doing my right side as Kathy did my left. They spanked, kneaded, stroked, tickled, teased. Fingers probed and stroked my ass as I felt nipples drag across my skin: Clara's bare ones would fall out of her housecoat, Kathy's were encased in creamy silk material.
"I think he's got a new erection, " Clara giggled at Kathy. "I should hope so!", answered Kathy, blowing in my ear as she stroked my scrotum, meeting Clara's hand.
Clara was tugging on my cock at the same time. "Remember: breath!", Clara says to me.
"Lets give him some more room." Kathy says. They lift my pelvis slightly, pushing a rolled up towel under each side of me, lifting my cock off the table, letting me hang more free than before.
Two hands slid back down my ass, spreading my cheeks, nails tickling my crotch, to find out how my erection was doing.
Up to now my erection had just been insistent, now it raged. The ladies then resumed the teasing massage, tightening the restraints a bit.
A new feeling told me that a rope cock ring had just been tied around my balls. (Kathy had used such a thing on me before to good effect)
Kathy crouched down so she could whisper in my ear: "keeping you hard like this has been good training for Clara, and fun for me. But poor you, I know how orally fixated you are. "
Her body came into view through the face cradle, and I saw her squeeze a nipple through her top. "Bet you'd like to suck this, eh?"
She stuck her tongue in my ear; a shudder of pleasure ran down my body,
focusing suddenly on my anus.
Something vibrated, as it pushed its way in. It vibrated the inside and the
outside of my prostrate, and then subsided.
Kathy says: "do you like that? it's for naughty boys only"
Clara lay across my back, and began to nuzzle my other ear. The two ladies tied a blindfold around my head. Her hands travelled down my arms, and she pulled me back, up onto all fours.
I was confused, when did my hands come free? My calves were still secured to the table.
Kathy came to my left side, as Clara's skin parted from my back, leaving me
feeling a bit cold, and lonely.
Kathy reached for my shaft, stroking it gently, adjusting whatever was between my legs and in my ass so it got just a bit more insistent. She took my hand, and ran it down her body, and rather than a wet snatch, I found a firm erect strapon. "Not for you, at least, not this one..." she whispered. "Clara thinks it is for you, though. "
Kathy explained to Clara what she should do. She told Clara to lie down on the table, her legs under me, face down. I was to up on my knees.
"I'm spreading shaving foam on you. She doesn't know...", she told me.
Taking my hands, Kathy guided me back down to lie on top of Clara. My hands clapsed Clara's, restraining her, and restricting me to also have my arms above my head. Kathy pushed me down onto Clara.
Squish. My cock ran right into Clara's lovely ass. I felt her ass cheeks spread slightly as the foam spread out from her crack, and then it squished up my stomack, and onto my chest. Clara actually gasped as I held her hands with mine, and my still restrained calves kept the rest of her in place.
"And up...", Kathy instructed, pulling me back off of Clara. SUCK went the foam. "And down...", and "Stop. Clara, grab him"
Clara, assuming the strap on was going to be for me, wound her arms up in mine, pulling me down from undernearth me.
I felt Kathy behind me, felt the strap-on pass me by, and felt, rather than heard Clara's gasp as she realized her pussy was being penetrated.
Kathy pushed, first she grabbed my shoulders to get leverage, which pulled me, sliding my cock against Clara's ass, and then she got hold of Clara's arms and pulled, and I got pushed forward again... If I wasn't so recently emptied, I would have cum.
The Naughty Boy was still in my ass, still at a low setting, but somehow Kathy managed to turn it up in the middle of all of this (did it have a remote?) I felt her pound Clara, each time crushing, me too.
I felt Clara convulse and then heard her orgasm with a moan. It wasn't until she stopped moaning did I realize, actually I was moaning too... and that I had in fact came all over Clara's ass.
Kathy slipped off, undid the restraints to release my legs, removed the Naughty Boy and left the room.
Clara and I left there, in a tangle. "Don't move for a bit", she told me.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Eau de Clare
A many part story, first written down in 2004. But in the original version, in my head, back in 1987... Clare was much younger, and was played by Madonna.
Eau de Clare - Part Trois
Part three of: http://nerdsnextmovie.blogspot.com/2012/03/eau-de-clare.html
JULIE
Julie enters and gives me a light hug. She smells wonderful.
She is wearing a colourful blouse under a dark blue blazer, and dark blue stretch pants. Julie's blouse is well filled. She has dirty blonde hair, shoulder length, 5'8", green eyes and an alabaster completion. She is wearing stretch/yoga pants, and low platform shoes. She is wearing black gloves and a pretty black hat: the kind with flowers on it.
Julie takes my hand, takes me over to a chair, pulls the chair out, and sits me down. She sits on one my knees, leans over and blows in my ear.
"Hi. I'm Julie. I'll be evaluating you for Ms. Claire.", she purs in my ear.
"Ms. Claire requires men that can regularly produce high quality spooge. She uses the spooge in a unique cosmetic process that rejuvenates the body, and I like to think, the soul.", Julie explains carefully, while sitting on my left knee.
"I'm the quality control manager".
She gets up, and unbuttons her blazer. The blazer and her hat go onto hooks.
Stepping to my right, she swings her right leg over my left leg, she straddles me, facing me. She leans her elbows on my shoulders, and touches her nose to mine. She seems about to kiss me, but instead, she whispers:
"Now, I'm going to get you hard. I'm going to make you cum. Repeatedly. "
(She pauses for dramatic effect)
"I already know from the sample that Ginger collected that you are A++ quality. Now I need to know how much you can produce. Do not attempt to resist me. Do not attempt to prolong the pleasure... Do you have any questions?"
I gulp. I clear my throat. Julie presses herself to me, and I place my hands carefully on her ass. I mutter, "does it matter where I cum... I mean... do
you need to collect it?".
"No dear. You are clean. I'm clean. Our clothing can be washed. The whole suite is stain guarded.", she answers with humour. "I do appreciate your consideration." (wry smile)
I inhaled and caught her scent again, and my cock got stiffer in my pants.
"Good".
With that, Julie stood up. Coming back towards me, she did a little twirl, showing me her body from all angles, and returned to sit on my lap, leaning back, and sticking her tongue in my ear: "I think we will start with a lap dance"
Julie then proceeded to rub her ass against my stiffness. She went in circles, she went up and down. Taking my hands, she placed one on her left breast, and the other between her legs. I grabbed, caressed and squeezed. She purred happily throughout.
With her hands, she rubbed my legs, and finally loosened my pants a bit. She seemed satisfied with what she found. Leaning way down, almost touching her nose to toes, she continued to writhe. I was enjoying myself immensely.
Suddenly, I felt something on my left leg... It closed, anchoring my leg to the chair leg. A second time on the right leg. I saw this time, a long cable-tie emerge from Julie's sleeve, and restrain me.
She straightened out, and leaned back, putting my hands on her full breasts. "Remove my blouse".
I obeyed. An orange bikini top underneath revealed itself.
"Take off your shirt", Julie then commanded, getting up. Bending down, she gave my dick a gentle bite through my underwear, saying out loud, "stiffness 7..". I struggled out of my shirt. She tugged by pants down to my ankles.
Having finished, she fetched some fuzzy handcuffs from her briefcase, and a tube of something. She returned to me, and sat down on my lap again. Without being told, I returned my hands to her breasts, and she handcuffed them around her.
She continued to gyrate on my cock. I got harder and harder. I didn't know if I'd cum soon, or if I'd just faint. Julie seemed to sense this, and reaching for the tube, she uncapped it, and squeezed it into my shorts.
Instantly, I was fully lubricated, and within seconds, I cam.
"Good" Julie said.
She wiggled a little bit more, and then told me to stand. She stood as well, and turning in my arms pressed herself to me.
"You may remove my slacks", she said. I did this by with some difficulty, as my legs were still bound to the chair, and my hands handcuffed around her.
I bent my legs, crouching down, my face rubbing between her orange covered breasts, and my hands finding their way into the back of her pants. With my teeth and my fingers, I managed to pull her yoga pants down to her knees.
"Good job", she encouraged, and then stepped out of the pants herself.
I found her wearing a black mesh bikini bottom.
Julie kissed me again, "You did well" she whispered, as she removed my shirt, but leaving my arms entangles above my head.
She kissed my chest, it seemed like forever. She sucked on my man-nipples, and rubbed herself against me some more. After an eternity, that seemed to be over instantly, she had made her way down to my boxers. Reaching for a pair of scissors, I hadn't seen where, she removed the boxers (the second pair I'd lost that day), and then undid the cable ties securing my calves to the chair.
I was now nude, and Julie wore what was, I realized, actually a bikini bathing suit. My cock seemed to be covered with an orange gel. Julie lead me by the fuzzy cuffs to the other room, my shirt still tangled in my hands.
In the other room was a king sized bed on one side, and a glass shower enclosure on the other side. We entered the shower stall. There were shower heads of all sorts all over the place. She led me to one that adjusted in height, and hooked the cuffs to it. She raises the showerhead, pulling me against the wall, standing, hands above my head.
There was a plastic chair in the shower stall (it was a big shower... 6' by 6'). She places it in front of me, backwards, and straddles it. My erect cock is right in front of Julie, and she begins to lick it like an ice cream cone. Around and around and around... no mercy, not even tease.
I did not try to hold back at all, the jizz just flowed right out. The water washes it away. My cock throbs. Julie stands up, kisses me gently on the lips, and releases my bonds. Her breasts brush against my chest, the nipples are at attention, but my cock is empty, and can't get any harder.
"It's mid-afternoon, time for a nap to refresh yourself before dinner. ", she says as she leads me out of the shower. My legs are weak, I can barely stand.
Julie shuts the shower door, and walks over to a dresser and pulls out a pajama top and bottom. "Put these on", she says throwing the cloths on the edge of the bed.
She has retrieved something else, a kind of metal-bead/leather combination cock ring. She slides it over my still rock-hard erection, latching the leather around my balls. The find metal straps go between my legs, and putting a slight amount of pressure on my ass as they split to go around me, latch again on the front. She didn't explain, and I didn't ask.
Julie points at the pajamas, and leaves, adding: "Please have a bit of rest please. You'll be called for supper."
== continued in part 04 ==
JULIE
Julie enters and gives me a light hug. She smells wonderful.
She is wearing a colourful blouse under a dark blue blazer, and dark blue stretch pants. Julie's blouse is well filled. She has dirty blonde hair, shoulder length, 5'8", green eyes and an alabaster completion. She is wearing stretch/yoga pants, and low platform shoes. She is wearing black gloves and a pretty black hat: the kind with flowers on it.
Julie takes my hand, takes me over to a chair, pulls the chair out, and sits me down. She sits on one my knees, leans over and blows in my ear.
"Hi. I'm Julie. I'll be evaluating you for Ms. Claire.", she purs in my ear.
"Ms. Claire requires men that can regularly produce high quality spooge. She uses the spooge in a unique cosmetic process that rejuvenates the body, and I like to think, the soul.", Julie explains carefully, while sitting on my left knee.
"I'm the quality control manager".
She gets up, and unbuttons her blazer. The blazer and her hat go onto hooks.
Stepping to my right, she swings her right leg over my left leg, she straddles me, facing me. She leans her elbows on my shoulders, and touches her nose to mine. She seems about to kiss me, but instead, she whispers:
"Now, I'm going to get you hard. I'm going to make you cum. Repeatedly. "
(She pauses for dramatic effect)
"I already know from the sample that Ginger collected that you are A++ quality. Now I need to know how much you can produce. Do not attempt to resist me. Do not attempt to prolong the pleasure... Do you have any questions?"
I gulp. I clear my throat. Julie presses herself to me, and I place my hands carefully on her ass. I mutter, "does it matter where I cum... I mean... do
you need to collect it?".
"No dear. You are clean. I'm clean. Our clothing can be washed. The whole suite is stain guarded.", she answers with humour. "I do appreciate your consideration." (wry smile)
I inhaled and caught her scent again, and my cock got stiffer in my pants.
"Good".
With that, Julie stood up. Coming back towards me, she did a little twirl, showing me her body from all angles, and returned to sit on my lap, leaning back, and sticking her tongue in my ear: "I think we will start with a lap dance"
Julie then proceeded to rub her ass against my stiffness. She went in circles, she went up and down. Taking my hands, she placed one on her left breast, and the other between her legs. I grabbed, caressed and squeezed. She purred happily throughout.
With her hands, she rubbed my legs, and finally loosened my pants a bit. She seemed satisfied with what she found. Leaning way down, almost touching her nose to toes, she continued to writhe. I was enjoying myself immensely.
Suddenly, I felt something on my left leg... It closed, anchoring my leg to the chair leg. A second time on the right leg. I saw this time, a long cable-tie emerge from Julie's sleeve, and restrain me.
She straightened out, and leaned back, putting my hands on her full breasts. "Remove my blouse".
I obeyed. An orange bikini top underneath revealed itself.
"Take off your shirt", Julie then commanded, getting up. Bending down, she gave my dick a gentle bite through my underwear, saying out loud, "stiffness 7..". I struggled out of my shirt. She tugged by pants down to my ankles.
Having finished, she fetched some fuzzy handcuffs from her briefcase, and a tube of something. She returned to me, and sat down on my lap again. Without being told, I returned my hands to her breasts, and she handcuffed them around her.
She continued to gyrate on my cock. I got harder and harder. I didn't know if I'd cum soon, or if I'd just faint. Julie seemed to sense this, and reaching for the tube, she uncapped it, and squeezed it into my shorts.
Instantly, I was fully lubricated, and within seconds, I cam.
"Good" Julie said.
She wiggled a little bit more, and then told me to stand. She stood as well, and turning in my arms pressed herself to me.
"You may remove my slacks", she said. I did this by with some difficulty, as my legs were still bound to the chair, and my hands handcuffed around her.
I bent my legs, crouching down, my face rubbing between her orange covered breasts, and my hands finding their way into the back of her pants. With my teeth and my fingers, I managed to pull her yoga pants down to her knees.
"Good job", she encouraged, and then stepped out of the pants herself.
I found her wearing a black mesh bikini bottom.
Julie kissed me again, "You did well" she whispered, as she removed my shirt, but leaving my arms entangles above my head.
She kissed my chest, it seemed like forever. She sucked on my man-nipples, and rubbed herself against me some more. After an eternity, that seemed to be over instantly, she had made her way down to my boxers. Reaching for a pair of scissors, I hadn't seen where, she removed the boxers (the second pair I'd lost that day), and then undid the cable ties securing my calves to the chair.
I was now nude, and Julie wore what was, I realized, actually a bikini bathing suit. My cock seemed to be covered with an orange gel. Julie lead me by the fuzzy cuffs to the other room, my shirt still tangled in my hands.
In the other room was a king sized bed on one side, and a glass shower enclosure on the other side. We entered the shower stall. There were shower heads of all sorts all over the place. She led me to one that adjusted in height, and hooked the cuffs to it. She raises the showerhead, pulling me against the wall, standing, hands above my head.
There was a plastic chair in the shower stall (it was a big shower... 6' by 6'). She places it in front of me, backwards, and straddles it. My erect cock is right in front of Julie, and she begins to lick it like an ice cream cone. Around and around and around... no mercy, not even tease.
I did not try to hold back at all, the jizz just flowed right out. The water washes it away. My cock throbs. Julie stands up, kisses me gently on the lips, and releases my bonds. Her breasts brush against my chest, the nipples are at attention, but my cock is empty, and can't get any harder.
"It's mid-afternoon, time for a nap to refresh yourself before dinner. ", she says as she leads me out of the shower. My legs are weak, I can barely stand.
Julie shuts the shower door, and walks over to a dresser and pulls out a pajama top and bottom. "Put these on", she says throwing the cloths on the edge of the bed.
She has retrieved something else, a kind of metal-bead/leather combination cock ring. She slides it over my still rock-hard erection, latching the leather around my balls. The find metal straps go between my legs, and putting a slight amount of pressure on my ass as they split to go around me, latch again on the front. She didn't explain, and I didn't ask.
Julie points at the pajamas, and leaves, adding: "Please have a bit of rest please. You'll be called for supper."
== continued in part 04 ==
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thou shalt not cum!
Mistress pointed at the shower, telling me that when I was done, I was to open the door, and await her in the bathroom. I cleaned, dried myself, and opened the door, and I stood at attention to wait. I had noticed leg and wrist restraints waiting on the counter. The bathroom was lit by candles.
Mistress entered. She handed me a five loop cock ring, and told me to put it in.
collar. She told me to reach for the counter, and then encouraged me with a tug on the leash on the collar... Bending over a bit, I received a spanking, and then an anal plug was slipped in.
My cock grew harder in the ring, and mistress slapped me gently... was she happy with my erection, or not? I felt a tug, and realized that my leash was attached to the ring on my cock as well.
Mistress lead me out of the bathroom. Approaching the massage table, she told me to get up, and she handed me a shaped piece of foam. She explained that she would not be permitting me to press my cock against the table, and that I was to lie on this foam. The foam was a wedge to go under my pelvis, and it had a piece cut out so my cock would hang free.
"I do like your ass. It is nice and firm. I hope you continue to think of me when you do your workouts", she purred, spanking me. "Oh, it jiggles just right when I spank it. This is fun", she said, spanking me again.
"I know you think about orgasm all the time", she told me.
"Today, my slave, I will not be letting you orgasm. ", she then explained.
(Uh huh, I muttered) "Pardon?", she said. "Yes, Mistress. No fun for me today", I said louder.
"Oh, don't misunderstand: you are going to wish I would let orgasm, but I won't be permitting that today.", Mistress told me. "If you do, there will be a punishment. And it won't be a punishment you will like.", she added.
Mistress had previously learned of my very shallow gag reflex. I feared being gagged.
As I was blind folded, on my front, with my hands and legs tied, it's hard to explain the sensations that Mistress did to me.
There were long strokes, short strokes, whispers in my ear.
My cock was ignored, then a hand or a feather or what I thought might be a spatula would reach in or under, and my attention would return to my cock. The cock ring kept me hard, and it became painfully hard at times. The anal plug was removed, then re-inserted, then removed again... the outside of my prostrate got much attention, then none.
I breathed, sometimes hard.
Mistress made me slow my breathing down, then she had me breath as hard as I could. At times, it seemed that Mistress was everywhere.
If I moaned quietly, Mistress would stop and demand that I moan louder.
Mistress would stop, and then she'd demand that I tell her a story. "What did you think about last night when you masturbated?" she asked.
I recounted my story. I told her how I'd come to see her, and she'd given me a series of hand jobs, and cock milking, insisting that I cum only when she permitted it. Mistress asked what the punishments were... I told her that if I came when I wasn't supposed to me, that she would get out her strap-on. As Mistress heard this, she removed the anal plug, and began to play with my ass.
"I don't think playing with your ass is a punishment", Mistress told me.
Mistress began some very intensive anal play, pushing a finger and stroking my prostrate. "No orgasm from me today", she reminded me.
Mistress asked what about if I came when I was told, and I explained between breaths that my reward then was that I'd have to spend an extra hour tied up, that we'd start again. "That's a good reward for you", she agreed.
Mistress asked then, what if I didn't cum at all. She removed I her finger from my ass as I explained that in that case, maybe she would give me a ruined orgasm, milking my prostrate. Or, maybe she would demand I remain chaste for a week or a day. Or I should return the following day for more treatment.
"Or what?", Mistress prompted insisted, knowing that I hadn't told her everything. "Well, maybe...", I hesitated. She spanked me: "SPEAK!"
"You have me get dressed, and you take me to..", another spank to encourage me. "You take me to see Taylor.. only I don't know where we are going, because you keep me blindfolded."
"What happens when we get there?", Mistress asks. "uhm...", I try to answer.
Mistress has reached between my legs, and has grabbed my cock, and she is pulling it downwards, so it is between my legs. It's difficult to do due to the amount of blood in it, but Mistress knows it can be done. A finger strokes the head of cock. I try to focus on my breathing.
SPANK.
"you tie me to a kitchen chair, and you instruct Taylor in fucking me" I manage to get out.
With that Mistress stops and permits me to recover. Mistress begins to undo the restraints... "You will turn over for part 2".
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