I awoke with a start. It was still dark outside. I tried to turn to see what time it was, but I couldn’t move. Trying to feel around for what was happening, I realized my hands had been tied to the headboard, and I was lying face down on the bed. I groaned, partly in frustration, partly in anticipation. She had warned me she would do something to “repay” me for some of the pleasure I have given her. She truly appreciated the times I tied her up and had my way with her, and I was about to find out what she had in mind.
I struggled a little more and I heard her giggling from the doorway. “I thought I heard you moving around. Hope you don’t mind, but I think you’ll enjoy what I have in mind for you.” With that she walked over to the bed and stood there.
I could sense her closeness, smell her perfume, almost feel her breath on my skin. My body began to react to the situation, my heart was racing and my dick was starting to get hard. I felt her hands caressing my back and my ass, soft and gentle. Her hands moved down my buttocks to my legs and down to my ankles. On the upward journey of her hands, she took a detour, moving between my legs and caressing my balls. Her hands finished their journey upward, moving from my shoulders to my neck, making sure to give me a gentle squeeze. View full article »
I had texted her explicit instructions for that night’s fun. She was to wear a dress to work, and when she was done there, she needed to remove her bra and panties and put on some fishnet stockings. When she got to my place, she needed to hand her undergarments to me and then stand there, waiting to see what my wishes were.
She arrived and entered the apartment, 10 minutes late. She quickly moved over to where I was sitting and gave me her underwear, then she retreated to the middle of the room. I looked at her with a stern gaze, “Why did you keep me waiting?” She started to explain something about a last minute customer but I cut her off with a wave of my hand. I just stared at her while I mulled what to do next.
Once I settled on my course of action, I gave her further instructions. She quickly removed her dress then knelt down for me. My hardening cock throbbed at the sight of her in nothing but fishnet stockings, and had I not already set my plan into motion, I would have taken her right then and there. But I wanted to pleasure her in other ways as well.
“Place your arms at your sides,” I whispered. She complied, and I could tell she was anticipating what I had in store for her. I sat there and just admired her nearly nude body presented for my pleasure. My rod was hard as nails, and I couldn’t wait to get some relief for myself. When I finally stood up to get started, I had to adjust myself in order not to cause myself any discomfort. View full article »
She had told me they were going to the local BDSM club. Her husband wasn’t sure about the whole thing, but the idea really excited her, so he had reluctantly acquiesced. My thoughts immediately went into overdrive. I quickly came up with a plan and make it a night she would remember forever.
Saturday night came and I had enlisted the help of some of the “vanilla” couples of the group. When my friend arrived at the private club, things had not really started to heat up yet. Sure, there were people wandering around in various stages of undress, some in rubber, some in leather, even some heavy makeout sessions, but nothing that would immediately spook a first timer.
I was sitting at a dark table in the bar are, just watching her. She was fascinated with all that was going on, and her husband was obviously uncomfortable with her fascination. He would stare at what was going on, but quickly look away when she turned to say something or point something out. It was amusing in a way. It was interesting to sit and watch for awhile from my shadowy vantage, and I was really looking forward to what would happen next. View full article »
