Doctor Copper

This is part 1 of three? maybe four. probably still needs some work

It had been years since I’d visited silicon valley and San Francisco, but on this trip I had made sure to have a few days to visit old friends and just hang out.  I looked forward to my first Bondassage session; the bay area being a hotbed of tantric expertise.  I was a fan, maybe even an addict, of sensual massage, and also a fan of being tied up.  Ms. Copper promised both.

I met up with Ms. Copper on an unusually dry November evening, a Sunday.  I arrived at 5pm, and she showed me in.  It was a pleasant 17C outside, and so she had setup her table in a room with a view of the bay, with the windows wide open, the shutters slightly turned to have the the waning sun illuminate the floor rather than our eyes.  

She tied me up with a gleeful smile, and blindfolded me, and turned on the music… It was a fantastic experience, and I could tell when she was done with me that she had taken as much, if not more, from me, than I had got from her.   She seemed to know more my body than I knew.  The sum of our happiness afterwards was significant larger than the sum before we started.

Perhaps you expected this story to be about Bondassage and what she did to me; it’s not, the Bondassage was just the beginning.  Ms Copper and I sat down and began to chat some more; with headphones on one can’t chat during a session.  She brought out some bits of fruit, and after a few minutes wondered if I was hungry for something larger.  She was, and as I had arrived at her place by transit, she suggested we go for dinner and she’d drop me off back at my hotel later on.  I was quite agreeable to this idea.

We got jackets on, and went into her garage, and her vehicle was a Harley.  She found me a spare helmet, and goggles.   She pressed herself against me, pushing me against a wall, and kissed me; nay, it was more like she tasted me.  “Now, “, she added, “you’ll have to hang on to me tightly.”. She turned around, and rubbed her ass against my crotch. She took my arms, and put them around her waist, and crossing my hands on her chest, and placed one hand on each ample breast. “This is how tight. Don’t be shy; I’ve already bitten you”.

Mounting the bike behind her, my now raging hard-on pressed against her leather clad ass,

I hung on to her exactly as she told me.  She took off up the coast, straight up 1 towards Half-Moon Bay.  The ride was bumpy, and I’m sure she pressed her ass against me far more than was necessary; between the evening dusk, and being behind her, I couldn’t see the road that well, so each patch of rough road was pleasant surprise.  Although I’d been on the road before, I usually had been driving, and I took in the view.  

We stopped about half an hour up, she pulled off the road onto a small path, went through a field and we were at the edge of a rough beach, along the left a 30foot cliff rose, and she navigated across a short span of gravel to a spot with a bit of shelter.  I was surprised to see another bike there; it had a trailer, and that kept me at first from noticing it was identical to Ms. Copper’s bike.  

She had me grab the two bags that were in the paniers, and she me along the cliff to the south.  The surf crashed in the darkness a hundred meters or so to my my right, keeping my attention.  We rounded a corner and found ourselves in a wide, slightly shallow cave. The cave was 10 feet in height, and provided very good cover; a fresh bon fire burned in the front of it, and a few recliners were around.  A single figure rose from a lounge recliner to greet Ms. Copper. They embraced out of my earshot.  The figure wore a hooded swim parka..  “This is Darla Gold”, she told me. “She says we can enjoy her fire”, and Ms Copper moved two long lounge chairs so that they had a view of the surf, but were close to the fire. “Sit, enjoy the view, let your eyes adjust, so we can look at the stars”

I sat, the suggestion, occupying my entire mind for a moment.  I reclined.  The scent of a spliff came to me; and then Ms.Copper was again next to me, handing me the reefer, I took a long pull, and Darla’s hand above my head came out of the darkness, as the spliff continued to travel.  Ms.Copper snuggled against me; she had removed her jacket, leather pants, and seemed to be wearing only boy shorts and her long-sleeve cotten turtle-neck.   She pulled a wool army blanket over us, and I leaned down to kiss her.  She tasted of sweet fruit.

Our lips parted, and the smoke whirled around my head, and I closed my eyes; a body pressed against me on the left,, and I my eyes, and it was Ms. Copper, and she pulled me towards her, and we kissed, and it was if we had never met before. The kiss was hesitant and so full of anticipation, and I just fell into it without another much of another thought.

Well, I did abstractly notice that I guess Darla, now on my right, had pulled my shirt up, and was biting gently on my nipple, and my pants were undone, but my brain did not remark on it, so much as wonder why it was being distracted from this kiss.

The kiss was so amazing, it was minutes before I even thought to grope, Ms. Copper her some more with my left arm.  When I finally got around to that, I found her ass as I had left it, full, round, firm and needing squeezing.  I wanted my right arm to help too, but it was under Darla, it seemed, and unable to move.

Ms. Copper held the back of my head with her right, and the spliff in her left, and she broke off the kiss to suck the last of the butt, blowing her smoke at me.  After that kiss, I needed all the air I could get, and that toke filled me… the night sky spun… was it a minute or an hour, I was not sure.  Longer I thought, because Ms. Copper returned to kiss me from the right… I guess she got up and walked around the recliner while the stars swirled… my hand wanted to grab her ass again, but that hand was tied.  

But my hand wasn’t entirely useless, as she straddle my leg in a way that permitted, nay, encouraged, my fingers to stroke her labia, and this caused her to interrupt the kiss for a gasp here and there.

Darla, now on my left, clearly preferred my hands tied, as that wrist was now immobilized as well… she pulled my pants down, and freed my erection by pulling it out the pantleg of my shorts… this motion always gave me an extra pulse of naughty desire… and I heard Darla murmur appreciatively as I grew larger.   The soft wetness I felt must have been a tongue, and the constriction, some kind of cock ring behind my balls…

Darla must have been shy to show me her face, as whenever my eyes unrolled from inside my head, Darla would have switched sides, but she’d still be under the blanket… licking me, tit fucking me, or just playing with me.  Ms. Copper must have had her tongue in my mouth the entire night long… sitting on my hand, having me pleasure her with one hand and then, when that hand began to cramp, she’d switch sides…

It was a warm night for November, but it was a bit of chill that woke me up, the sky still dark. Two bodies were pressed against me for my natural warmth, heads on my chest, my still restrained hands, cupping their now bare asses.  My cock still throbbed a bit, the cock ring still held me a bit hard.   Warm girl goo coated me from knee to belly button...

I finally saw Darla on my left… or wait, that was Ms.Copper, so Darla was on the right. No wait, that was Ms. Copper.   Huh?  Twins?  I was too relaxed to be surprised, or worry much about it… (Or so I thought for the next two days)

Slowly we awoke with the light slowly growing, and I was released, and I got dressed.

My shorts were gone; destroyed one of the ladies said, giggling.  I went commando in my jeans.  

As I helped pack up the small camp, I was thrilled to find that each time a lady passed me, she spanked me, and then reached between my legs for a further grope.  Once I was even playfully tripped and felt up… I had not removed the cock ring as their suggestion, and I sure enjoyed being desired.

One of them, I think the one I arrived with, that is, the “original” Ms. Copper, whispered in my ear, “she really needs oral right now”, and pushed me towards Darla.  

I approached, shy at first, and then, as Ms.Copper pantomimed having her ass smacked, I became emboldened, and stepped up behind her.  I placed my hands on her hips, and kissed her neck, and before she could turn to kiss me, slid my hands down her ass into her shorts,, dragging them down.  She understood wordlessly, and I guided her to the single remaining chair, and knelt in front of her.

I worshipped her silently, intensively, focused and serious… and then Ms.Copper spanked me as Darla moaned.  That made Darla giggle, which made it impossible for me to remain so serious, and soon we all laughed, except that my mouth was full.  Soon Darla’s laughed returned to being moans, and then some sound in between….

Darla lay still in recovery while Ms.Copper and I took the three loads of things up to the trailer, and on the way back she said to me, “Thanks for that; it was great.”

I went down to grab the last things, and Darla, and smiling at me, she followed me back up the cliff.  When we arrived I discovered the motorcycle with the trailer was gone along with Ms.Copper.  Darla said, “I think you were promised a ride back to your hotel?”, and motioned for me to get on behind her. Helmets secured, we tore up highway to LaHonda, and then over the mountains, back to my little hotel in Sunnyvale.

What a storm.
It rained, and it rained.  Harder and harder.

It would have been wonderful to watch it from some mountain side, maybe in a cave or a cliff-side chalet, with a nice shower, and floor to ceiling windows (or cave entrance).

We wound up close to this ideal, but without the fire.

I had seen you riding to work many a morning, along the river parkway towards the west.  You'd sometimes catch up with me, and sometimes I'd catch up with you in our 45 minute ride from civilization out to the dreary concrete of west-end high-tech urban misplanning.

What I could tell about you before: you were blonde, you were as tall as me, perhaps taller.  Not a small woman, but rather Amazonian. You had a nice ass: everyone has a nice ass in bike shorts.  Eyes, breasts, arms, cheeks, and smile were all mysteries to me.

When I'd catch up with you I'd draft you... not as much for wind shield as much as for the view.  I noticed you drafted me too.. I amused myself thinking that maybe my ass looked as good to you.

I saw the ring on your finger; the ring that should have been on my finger banged against my chest on the chain that I wore.  "I'm married, not dead!" One's mind can wander during a 45 minute ride, and having a nice ass to fantacize about keeps the focus, and makes the legs work harder.

Based upon the weather warnings, I left an hour and a half early that Thursday, hoping to make it home before the rain hit.  I ran into you at the traffic light leaving the office park, and we exchanged typical Canadian comments about the weather.

But, it wasn't to be.  The sky got dark. Very dark.  The wind picked up; never blowing in the same direction for more than 10 seconds.   We both fought for control, and we got halfway home before I skidded out on the gravel and landed in the knee deep puddle.

It was dark, the rain was coming down hard.  You stopped to help me. My knee was full of gravel and was thinking about bleeding.  My bike was okay, but I decided to walk a bit.  You stayed with me, and it was that then that we realized that this was a most desolate part of the parkway, and that there was no traffic at all on the nearby road.

A pedestrian underpass was nearby, a way that I sometimes used if I had errands.  We huddled into the underpass: the angle of it was such that little wind actually went through it, and it was dry.

Now in the dry space, my adrenaline subsided a bit, and I noticed how wet and cold I was.  It was you who told me to get my wet things off, and you dug through my panier for my day clothes.  You were also wet, and not being shy, in an instant I was standing there in my underwear, and noticed you were nude.  My reaction was huge, if my underwear hadn't been wet, I would have ripped them... your smile at seeing my reaction was even larger.

Seeing your smile, my chagrin turned to admiration, as I checked you out properly for the first time.  A beautiful smile was framed by tangled helmet head dirty blonde hair.  Your eyes, a light brown, dark eye brows, and slightly freckled cheeks.

Shoulders strong, broad. Breasts ample and happy looking.

"You look as nice from this side", you said to me, obviously checking me out as well.  You stepped closer to me, yanking my wet underwear aside to grab my swollen cock, and then you kissed me.  I was shocked by how hot your lips were, that is, until I felt your bosom press against my chest.  I caught my breath, and reached out to put my hand on your lower back, pulling you closer.

My hand roamed lower, touching your firm biking ass, in the way that I'd wanted to every time I cycled behind you, drafting you.  As you squeezed my cock you told me: "skin on skin contact, best way to stay warm", and I smiled.

I turned around, your hand didn't leave my cock, "Hey, come back" you said.
I pulled your bike towards me, standing it up, and then yanked the seat  quick release, so the seat dropped down.  "Mount your bike, let me see your ass", I said.  You understood immediately.  I was straddling the back wheel, holding the bike up between my legs.  Letting go of me you straddled the
bike.

"Feet on your petals", I instructed.  "Grab hold of the handle bars" "Rub yourself against the seat",  I said, putting my hands on your hips.  "Pedal backwards", I added, and your lovely legs started to move.

I pulled your hips back a bit, and raised the seat slightly so that the point of the seat was now pressing against your labia.  I figured that it would cause your pleasure, and a moan from you confirmed that it was working.

I moved closer, still holding the bike between my legs, and my erect shaft bumped into your golden ass.  Both still a bit wet from the rain, there was just enough slide for your ass to grind against my cock, and soon I was moaning too.

With your feet in your pedals, your hands on the handle bars, and my thighs holding the bike up, you pushed your ass back against me, grinding me with your ass, grinding your pussy against the seat... I held your hips, and a minute later heard you yell... I covered your ass with cum... I nearby let go of the bike, but I managed to hang on until you got off the bike.

You smiled at me, whispered your name, "Laura" in my ear.  Our hearts were both pounding, and all memory of cold was gone.  We got dressed and set out for our respective homes.  Maybe I should get back into year-round cycling I wondered.

My second class (part A)

I arrived about 5 minutes early that day.  I never want to be late (even
"fashionably") for a session, but I had previously intelligence that I should
never ring a ladies' doorbell more than 1 minute early.

So I looked at my watch, :57, an I turned around and stared across the
street.  I found a shadow of a beam very interesting, and I tried not
to think too much about the first session in the series.

Before I could turn around and push the doorbell, I felt a hand
grab my belt from behind and pull me through the door.  The door
closed in front of me, and I found myself turned around, up against
the door, a hand over my mouth to muffle my surprise.

"hi", she said to me.
The smile attached spoke loudly of the suppressed giggle.
"What were you waiting for?... this?"  and she kissed me.  Her hands
released my pants, and finding my shoulders, pulled me down into a crunch.

Her hand passed roughly over the growing bulge in my pants, and she
gave a little purr.  "I'm happy to see you today too...", she said as she stopped.

"Get naked", she told me, and she took my travel bag from me, and opened
it on a nearby table.  She removed some items, and quickly wrapped a tensor
bandage around my head, as a blindfold.  I had barely just got my shirt off,
and she finished pulling my pants down.  She threw the clothing on a bench.
I felt a rope cock-ring go around the base my penis, behind my balls, and
tighten.   She handed me another tensor bandage, telling me: "wrap yourself up
as you told me about before".  It would be a bit of challange to this blind,
but I proceeded.  I felt cuffs go around my ankles, and as soon as I stopped
also around my wrists...  and a collar around my neck.

"Good", she said, stroking the hair on my chest.  "You really enjoyed the
soapy shower we took last time...  would you like to have another one?"
she asked me.  "yes, mistress, I would definitely love that".

"Perhaps... if you are good.  If you are bad,  I will repeat the punishment"

(Last time, Mistress had taken me in the shower, soaped me all up, and forced
me to cum in her hand in the shower.  She had then continued, grinding me for
a very long time with her ass.  I thought she told me to cum, and I did, but
I found out later, I was wrong.  She had tied me face down on her bed, and
taken my ass with her strapon for a very long time)

We went upstairs... she led me by the collar... at each landing, she stopped to make sure that I did not stumble, and verified my erection with a grope and a kiss.   The combination of walking, stumbling, and bits of giggling from her at my predicament left me feeling a bit shy and awkward, and I could feel a blush forming.  She commented on it at the top of the stairs, "how can you suddenly be shy?  It is so cute, I love it"... " come on", she added pulling me into her room.

She had me sit down on what I later learned was a classic vinyl pool recliner, like below, only with the leg support folded.

My legs/feet were quickly latched down, and my arms tied above my head. She sat on my thighs, and the kissing continued, but now she began to pinch my nipples, and stroke the bit of cock that stuck out of the tensor bandage.
Soon it was everything I could do just to breath... I think she put some clamps and clothespins on me, but it was hard to tell exactly what was going on.

"I'm really looking forward to that shower. Getting your cock all soapy was
so much fun", she would whisper to me.  Her fingers probe and stroked me
everywhere.  "Do you want to cum?", she asked, but she'd fill my mouth with
her tongue before I could answer.  "Maybe on this boob", she'd then add, as
she pushed a bared breast into my mouth, only to take it away again.

I had no idea what she had started out wearing, my vision having disappeared so quickly, but it seemed that she wore some kind of skin tight T-shirt, and cotton shorts --- the kind that covered a woman, but left nothing to the imagination.... She was regularly rubbing her mons against me as she teased me.  This seemed to go on and on... she would slow down, take a break, begin snuggle against my side, and nibble my ear, and begin to talk about a shower again... she it would begin again with a bite to my nipple, a squeeze of my balls, and a tongue across the tip of my cock...  Along the way, the reclining chair was fully reclined, and she began to smother me with her pussy.

It was during one of these 69 positions that she allowed my cock to become entangled in her shirt, and that I felt the wetness of my cum to cover her chest.  I don't recall the actual orgasm....  nor did she stop... it was just more lubricant, and she finally removed her shirt in order to be able to spread it over more of my body.