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27/08/2014
I wrote this a long while back, but never got around to posting it. I'm not terribly happy with it but you never know; someone might enjoy it.
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It was the Monday after Valentine’s Day, somewhere around three in the afternoon. I’d gotten back from driving lessons and immediately changed into a comfortable t-shirt and pajama bottoms – and because it’s a detail people care about I was also wearing a bra and panties. I was on my computer in the guest room turned office for a while before lying down in the bed to rest my eyes and distress a bit from the lessons. I closed the door earlier out of habit from living at home so long even though I wasn’t looking at porn or masturbating which, yes, were pretty much the only reasons I closed my door.
I had crawled under the covers and was lying on my side, eyes closed. I heard a knock and pretended to be asleep. “We have our own bed you know,” she teased as she sauntered into the room, “And you’re not asleep.” She sat herself down beside me and I grumbled somewhat and sat up. She wrapped the pink collar she bought me a couple years ago around my neck – though I always liked wearing it a notch tighter than she put it on so I adjusted it when she let go. “Do you want to do anything?”
“Not really,” I responded. I reached to the nightstand and grabbed my glasses. “Do you want to do something?”
She gave me a sly smile, “Valentine’s Day was all about me, I get that. I wanted to thank you for letting me dress you up and take you out. So yes, I want to do something. I want to do what you want to do, and if you want to watch me get naked and sing ‘I’m a little teapot’ with the dance and everything then I’ll do that.” She patted my leg as I adjusted my glasses, matching her smile with my own mischievous grin.
“Can I film it?”
“Not a chance, cutie.”
I stared off past the foot of the bed at my computer – staring off into the distance always looks less crazy when you’re not staring at a wall. True fact. I had already changed into more comfortable clothes and didn’t feel like going back out to see a movie or something, but I also knew that watching a livestream or playing games would be off the table. M was never good at subtly and it was clear what she was looking for.
“Fine,” I finally said as I slid out of the bed beside her. I stretched and gave out a big yawn, instantly provoking an attack of opportunity as she poked my belly. “I’ll be right back, you get topless.” She was topless before I even made it out the door.
It took me a minute of digging around our bedroom closet to remember that she kept the keys to the handcuffs in a box on her vanity so they never got lost. There were actually several sets of keys in the box – she had a lot of toys before I even moved in. By the time I’d gotten back to the guest bedroom she lay outstretched on the tidied bed topless, back arched ever so slightly, one leg extended and the other’s knee pointed skyward. One would think that after living with such a bombshell that I would get used to her being drop-dead gorgeous pretty much all the time. I was flush the moment I saw her and when she turned her head to the side so she could see me past her leg I began looking in every direction but towards her.
I tossed the handcuffs over her knees onto her stomach as I shuffled in. She sat up, cocking her head to the side with a pout and holding the handcuffs in her lap. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn’t tell if she was waiting for further instruction or if she was teasing me in the way she always loved to do. “Behind your back,” I said as I stood at my desk typing. She writhed about as put them on, whining slightly as she put on as big a show as she could to let me know that I should have been the one to put them on.
“I’m over here,” she said curtly.
“Just setting myself to away.” And telling everyone online what was happening. People always said to never kiss and tell but when you’re kissing that bound blonde beauty – yay, alliteration – it’s hard not to brag sometimes. I crawled onto the bed and kissed her breasts and played with her nipples. My half-hearted attempt to give her what she wanted came to an end within a minute.
“You’re so boring,” she whined before sliding into a mocking giggle. “You do this every night, get creative!” I’d rolled to the side burying my burning face into the blanket in sheer embarrassment. She nudged me with her leg, “C’mon.”
“Quiet you!” I shot her a dirty look as I got myself up.
She sat up with a defiant smirk, “Make me, cutie.” She bit her lip and tilted her head. I bit my lip a lot, I also grinned at the same time a lot. I’m pretty sure I’ve never made it look as sexy as she did in my entire life.
I crawled off the bed and stood scowling at her, hands on my hips. “Stay,” I said as I turned to leave.
She let out an ‘arf’ as she rolled onto her back, kicking her legs into the air briefly before lying flat. “Aren’t you supposed to be the bitch?” The line hit me just as I turned out of sight, luckily. I tugged at my collar as I reeled from the delivery. If that comment had been made in the presence of my friends she’d receive a ‘Well played’ accompanied by a slow golf clap. She still hasn’t told me how long she’s been holding that line for and I’m happy she didn’t get to see my reaction to it.
I went back to our bedroom closet and began to dig through for inspiration. Regardless of how hot I got being in charge it flustered me, likely the reason she enjoyed shoving me into that role. Eventually I shambled together what I choose to describe as an open-ended plan that gave me room to improvise. I returned with my hands behind my back and gave her the option of choosing left or right – she chose left. I revealed a roll of pink tape that she bought specifically to fulfill her weird fascination with me and pink and a pair of nipple clamps on a chain.
“What’s in the other hand?” Some of the playfulness had left her hand as she eyed the objects. In the other hand I revealed a ball gag and a blindfold. “Always choose right, always!” She cursed as I put the blindfold and the gag on the desk. I beamed. For once I wouldn’t be teased or mocked when I was supposed to be in charge, either option would keep her quiet. In my defense she told me to.
I crawled over to her and ripped off a piece of tape, smoothing it against her lips. I shook her chin and mocked her, mimicking the noises she made in protest. She scowled at me and made a couple louder noises – I assume if she weren’t gagged she’d have been cursing at me. I giggled, “You were right, this is already much more fun!” I cupped her breasts, playing with them for a moment before reaching for the chain. I gripped one of them tightly to keep her from squirming too far away as I used my thumb to loosen the knob on one of the clamps. When fully loosened they had some grip but not enough to stay on if you gave them a sharp tug as I learned in previous experimentation while she had been at work, but it was better to start with them as loose as possible and tighten them after.
After the first clamp was secured I gave it a small tug and kept it taut while I followed the chain to the other clamp. I did the same for the second one and gave the chain a sharp jerk to test and received a stifled yelp in return as she lurched forwards. I pulled her forwards further and kissed her through the tape gag, giggling as I pulled away. My nerves had been surprisingly since she’d lost the ability to tease me, and having a feeling of control in a situation where I was supposed to have control gave me a sense of confidence. And with that I had very quickly come to the improvisation stage of plan – I’m obviously pretty bad at thinking ahead.
I took my time teasing her with mimicked noises while I thought of what to do. I smiled even wider as I thought up a relatively daring plan – considering my past experiences in the bedroom anyways. I pulled the chain taut up and away from her and pressed my hand into her chest so she couldn’t lean too far forward. As I pushed I told her to move back softly causing her to scramble backwards while trying not to lean back and pull the chains even harder until she reached near the end of the of the bed. I pulled the chain down and between her legs forcing her to spread her legs and try to fold in half with loud muffled protests. I held her there with one hand as I moved the pillows behind her into a better position so that when I leaned her back against the wall she didn’t smash her head into the aptly named headboard.
I positioned myself to the side as my arm slid down her bare torso sending a visible shiver through her. As I undid her the button on her jeans she looked at me with apprehension. “Trust me,” I whispered surprisingly calm and according to her after the fact sexily – I literally had to google that to make sure that was a real word. I kissed her neck and felt her nudge me with her head as my hand slid down the front of her panties.
Unfortunately as much as I feel I’ve improved both as a lover and a writer my confidence in the vocabulary for the details of what my hand was doing is not nearly strong enough to overcome my shyness of the subject. Her body writhed as I worked, muffled moans of pleasure mixed with smothered yelps from the occasional yank of the chain. As her back arched and her head tilted back I slid my free hand behind her as I kissed her neckline. Once it was done her body sunk back I once again gave her a kiss through the gag – apparently that was really frustrating for her because she couldn’t kiss me back but I think that actually makes enjoy that part even more in hindsight.
I peeled the tape from her mouth and let her take several deep breaths. “Enjoyed that?” She nodded, crying out with the sharp tug to the chain that I gave. I finally slid my soaked hand from her pants and dangled it over her face, “Clean.” She gaped at it, with an open mouth until a drop landed in her mouth. “It’s your mess, hurry up.”
She turned her head away from me signaling that she wasn’t going to comply despite several punishing tugs. Finally I decided I wasn’t going to wait and I didn’t feel like wiping it on my clothes, and so with continued confidence I ran my hand through her hair and made sure to get as much of it off my hands as possible. I ignored her protests and held her in place with the chain so she didn’t squirm away. I felt evil and powerful and I will regret that choice in the future I’m certain.
“That is the single grossest thing you’ve ever done,” she snarled as I took off the clamps, “Un-cuff me so I can take a shower.”
I crawled off the bed and pocketed the keys as I made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands, “Oh, we’re not done yet.” As I came back she eyed me with suspicion and asked what was next. I smiled wider than I probably should have and replied, “Diving trip!” Yes. I actually said that. It felt like the most clever and least gross way of phrasing the demand. She bit her lip quickly obviously regretting asking.
I’d never asked her to do this before, although she has anyways and I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy it. She has also tied me up and made me do it for her, which although I don’t resent it wouldn’t have been my first choice. I felt though that I’d built a rapport and she realized that I wasn’t about to let her go without something in return. I motioned to the floor at the foot of the bed, beckoning her to come like you would to a dog, as I began to take off my pants. She rolled her eyes and stumbled her way across the bed and eventually onto the floor where she knelt and avoided eye contact – probably the first time I personally had ever seen her do that.
Usually when this has happened in the past I sit bashfully as she takes off my clothes and pushes me onto my back. It was really hard not to be that shy about it this time around but I couldn’t suddenly start fidgeting and losing confidence now so after I’d removed my panties and tossed them on the bed on top of my pajama bottoms – I got changed when I got home from driving lessons, I like being comfortable – I sat at the edge of the bed and laid down, spreading my legs. It’s awkward and embarrassing to write that, I didn’t expect that to be the part to make me blush while writing this.
Although over the couple months since I moved in I have improved in many ways in the bedroom, oral sex is still something I am just bad at. She forces me to practice occasionally but I still have no idea what I’m doing or in fact what she was doing down there at the end of the bed but whatever it was she was amazing. I had her hold me at the edge of an orgasm for quite some time and though I made a point not to look I would bet that if I did she wouldn’t look pleased about it – or maybe she would, who knows? During this time I was running my hands over my body and one of the first things I started doing was playing with my own tits through my shirt. I really wished that I wasn’t wearing a bra at that time but I was also not about to remove more clothes than M when I was in charge. It was a small inconvenience and didn’t stop the orgasm from coming when M decided that she wanted to be done.
“Now un-cuff me,” she said, exasperated.
I sat back up and smiled down at her, watching as she broke eye contact again. I hummed for a moment, “No.” I laid back down with a satisfied sigh, “Clean up, and you’re getting out of it this time.” I grinned up at the ceiling as she grumbled and cursed under her breath. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I reveled in my victory.
Once she was finished I sat back up and reached into the pockets of my pajamas for the keys. M eyed them with suspicion before watched them soar over her head and into the hallway. She scrambled for them so quickly that as she tried to stand from her awkward crouch she tripped over herself landing face first on the floor, ass in the air. She steadied herself and got up on her knees and then to her feet and ran for the keys.
I put my clothes back on, grinning from ear to ear as I watched her in the hallway awkwardly trying to grab the keys off the floor. As I got dressed I thought to myself that a hot shower would actually be pretty nice after all the excitement. I locked my computer in a couple swift keystrokes and walked past her smiling, “You can use that shower.” I motioned to the hallway bathroom before walking into our room, locking the door behind me as she cursed more. The hallway bathroom only had hand towels since we didn’t have any guests and her housecoat was hanging in the bathroom in our room. Just because we were finished with the sex part didn’t mean that I couldn’t still have fun.
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It was the Monday after Valentine’s Day, somewhere around three in the afternoon. I’d gotten back from driving lessons and immediately changed into a comfortable t-shirt and pajama bottoms – and because it’s a detail people care about I was also wearing a bra and panties. I was on my computer in the guest room turned office for a while before lying down in the bed to rest my eyes and distress a bit from the lessons. I closed the door earlier out of habit from living at home so long even though I wasn’t looking at porn or masturbating which, yes, were pretty much the only reasons I closed my door.
I had crawled under the covers and was lying on my side, eyes closed. I heard a knock and pretended to be asleep. “We have our own bed you know,” she teased as she sauntered into the room, “And you’re not asleep.” She sat herself down beside me and I grumbled somewhat and sat up. She wrapped the pink collar she bought me a couple years ago around my neck – though I always liked wearing it a notch tighter than she put it on so I adjusted it when she let go. “Do you want to do anything?”
“Not really,” I responded. I reached to the nightstand and grabbed my glasses. “Do you want to do something?”
She gave me a sly smile, “Valentine’s Day was all about me, I get that. I wanted to thank you for letting me dress you up and take you out. So yes, I want to do something. I want to do what you want to do, and if you want to watch me get naked and sing ‘I’m a little teapot’ with the dance and everything then I’ll do that.” She patted my leg as I adjusted my glasses, matching her smile with my own mischievous grin.
“Can I film it?”
“Not a chance, cutie.”
I stared off past the foot of the bed at my computer – staring off into the distance always looks less crazy when you’re not staring at a wall. True fact. I had already changed into more comfortable clothes and didn’t feel like going back out to see a movie or something, but I also knew that watching a livestream or playing games would be off the table. M was never good at subtly and it was clear what she was looking for.
“Fine,” I finally said as I slid out of the bed beside her. I stretched and gave out a big yawn, instantly provoking an attack of opportunity as she poked my belly. “I’ll be right back, you get topless.” She was topless before I even made it out the door.
It took me a minute of digging around our bedroom closet to remember that she kept the keys to the handcuffs in a box on her vanity so they never got lost. There were actually several sets of keys in the box – she had a lot of toys before I even moved in. By the time I’d gotten back to the guest bedroom she lay outstretched on the tidied bed topless, back arched ever so slightly, one leg extended and the other’s knee pointed skyward. One would think that after living with such a bombshell that I would get used to her being drop-dead gorgeous pretty much all the time. I was flush the moment I saw her and when she turned her head to the side so she could see me past her leg I began looking in every direction but towards her.
I tossed the handcuffs over her knees onto her stomach as I shuffled in. She sat up, cocking her head to the side with a pout and holding the handcuffs in her lap. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn’t tell if she was waiting for further instruction or if she was teasing me in the way she always loved to do. “Behind your back,” I said as I stood at my desk typing. She writhed about as put them on, whining slightly as she put on as big a show as she could to let me know that I should have been the one to put them on.
“I’m over here,” she said curtly.
“Just setting myself to away.” And telling everyone online what was happening. People always said to never kiss and tell but when you’re kissing that bound blonde beauty – yay, alliteration – it’s hard not to brag sometimes. I crawled onto the bed and kissed her breasts and played with her nipples. My half-hearted attempt to give her what she wanted came to an end within a minute.
“You’re so boring,” she whined before sliding into a mocking giggle. “You do this every night, get creative!” I’d rolled to the side burying my burning face into the blanket in sheer embarrassment. She nudged me with her leg, “C’mon.”
“Quiet you!” I shot her a dirty look as I got myself up.
She sat up with a defiant smirk, “Make me, cutie.” She bit her lip and tilted her head. I bit my lip a lot, I also grinned at the same time a lot. I’m pretty sure I’ve never made it look as sexy as she did in my entire life.
I crawled off the bed and stood scowling at her, hands on my hips. “Stay,” I said as I turned to leave.
She let out an ‘arf’ as she rolled onto her back, kicking her legs into the air briefly before lying flat. “Aren’t you supposed to be the bitch?” The line hit me just as I turned out of sight, luckily. I tugged at my collar as I reeled from the delivery. If that comment had been made in the presence of my friends she’d receive a ‘Well played’ accompanied by a slow golf clap. She still hasn’t told me how long she’s been holding that line for and I’m happy she didn’t get to see my reaction to it.
I went back to our bedroom closet and began to dig through for inspiration. Regardless of how hot I got being in charge it flustered me, likely the reason she enjoyed shoving me into that role. Eventually I shambled together what I choose to describe as an open-ended plan that gave me room to improvise. I returned with my hands behind my back and gave her the option of choosing left or right – she chose left. I revealed a roll of pink tape that she bought specifically to fulfill her weird fascination with me and pink and a pair of nipple clamps on a chain.
“What’s in the other hand?” Some of the playfulness had left her hand as she eyed the objects. In the other hand I revealed a ball gag and a blindfold. “Always choose right, always!” She cursed as I put the blindfold and the gag on the desk. I beamed. For once I wouldn’t be teased or mocked when I was supposed to be in charge, either option would keep her quiet. In my defense she told me to.
I crawled over to her and ripped off a piece of tape, smoothing it against her lips. I shook her chin and mocked her, mimicking the noises she made in protest. She scowled at me and made a couple louder noises – I assume if she weren’t gagged she’d have been cursing at me. I giggled, “You were right, this is already much more fun!” I cupped her breasts, playing with them for a moment before reaching for the chain. I gripped one of them tightly to keep her from squirming too far away as I used my thumb to loosen the knob on one of the clamps. When fully loosened they had some grip but not enough to stay on if you gave them a sharp tug as I learned in previous experimentation while she had been at work, but it was better to start with them as loose as possible and tighten them after.
After the first clamp was secured I gave it a small tug and kept it taut while I followed the chain to the other clamp. I did the same for the second one and gave the chain a sharp jerk to test and received a stifled yelp in return as she lurched forwards. I pulled her forwards further and kissed her through the tape gag, giggling as I pulled away. My nerves had been surprisingly since she’d lost the ability to tease me, and having a feeling of control in a situation where I was supposed to have control gave me a sense of confidence. And with that I had very quickly come to the improvisation stage of plan – I’m obviously pretty bad at thinking ahead.
I took my time teasing her with mimicked noises while I thought of what to do. I smiled even wider as I thought up a relatively daring plan – considering my past experiences in the bedroom anyways. I pulled the chain taut up and away from her and pressed my hand into her chest so she couldn’t lean too far forward. As I pushed I told her to move back softly causing her to scramble backwards while trying not to lean back and pull the chains even harder until she reached near the end of the of the bed. I pulled the chain down and between her legs forcing her to spread her legs and try to fold in half with loud muffled protests. I held her there with one hand as I moved the pillows behind her into a better position so that when I leaned her back against the wall she didn’t smash her head into the aptly named headboard.
I positioned myself to the side as my arm slid down her bare torso sending a visible shiver through her. As I undid her the button on her jeans she looked at me with apprehension. “Trust me,” I whispered surprisingly calm and according to her after the fact sexily – I literally had to google that to make sure that was a real word. I kissed her neck and felt her nudge me with her head as my hand slid down the front of her panties.
Unfortunately as much as I feel I’ve improved both as a lover and a writer my confidence in the vocabulary for the details of what my hand was doing is not nearly strong enough to overcome my shyness of the subject. Her body writhed as I worked, muffled moans of pleasure mixed with smothered yelps from the occasional yank of the chain. As her back arched and her head tilted back I slid my free hand behind her as I kissed her neckline. Once it was done her body sunk back I once again gave her a kiss through the gag – apparently that was really frustrating for her because she couldn’t kiss me back but I think that actually makes enjoy that part even more in hindsight.
I peeled the tape from her mouth and let her take several deep breaths. “Enjoyed that?” She nodded, crying out with the sharp tug to the chain that I gave. I finally slid my soaked hand from her pants and dangled it over her face, “Clean.” She gaped at it, with an open mouth until a drop landed in her mouth. “It’s your mess, hurry up.”
She turned her head away from me signaling that she wasn’t going to comply despite several punishing tugs. Finally I decided I wasn’t going to wait and I didn’t feel like wiping it on my clothes, and so with continued confidence I ran my hand through her hair and made sure to get as much of it off my hands as possible. I ignored her protests and held her in place with the chain so she didn’t squirm away. I felt evil and powerful and I will regret that choice in the future I’m certain.
“That is the single grossest thing you’ve ever done,” she snarled as I took off the clamps, “Un-cuff me so I can take a shower.”
I crawled off the bed and pocketed the keys as I made my way to the bathroom to wash my hands, “Oh, we’re not done yet.” As I came back she eyed me with suspicion and asked what was next. I smiled wider than I probably should have and replied, “Diving trip!” Yes. I actually said that. It felt like the most clever and least gross way of phrasing the demand. She bit her lip quickly obviously regretting asking.
I’d never asked her to do this before, although she has anyways and I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy it. She has also tied me up and made me do it for her, which although I don’t resent it wouldn’t have been my first choice. I felt though that I’d built a rapport and she realized that I wasn’t about to let her go without something in return. I motioned to the floor at the foot of the bed, beckoning her to come like you would to a dog, as I began to take off my pants. She rolled her eyes and stumbled her way across the bed and eventually onto the floor where she knelt and avoided eye contact – probably the first time I personally had ever seen her do that.
Usually when this has happened in the past I sit bashfully as she takes off my clothes and pushes me onto my back. It was really hard not to be that shy about it this time around but I couldn’t suddenly start fidgeting and losing confidence now so after I’d removed my panties and tossed them on the bed on top of my pajama bottoms – I got changed when I got home from driving lessons, I like being comfortable – I sat at the edge of the bed and laid down, spreading my legs. It’s awkward and embarrassing to write that, I didn’t expect that to be the part to make me blush while writing this.
Although over the couple months since I moved in I have improved in many ways in the bedroom, oral sex is still something I am just bad at. She forces me to practice occasionally but I still have no idea what I’m doing or in fact what she was doing down there at the end of the bed but whatever it was she was amazing. I had her hold me at the edge of an orgasm for quite some time and though I made a point not to look I would bet that if I did she wouldn’t look pleased about it – or maybe she would, who knows? During this time I was running my hands over my body and one of the first things I started doing was playing with my own tits through my shirt. I really wished that I wasn’t wearing a bra at that time but I was also not about to remove more clothes than M when I was in charge. It was a small inconvenience and didn’t stop the orgasm from coming when M decided that she wanted to be done.
“Now un-cuff me,” she said, exasperated.
I sat back up and smiled down at her, watching as she broke eye contact again. I hummed for a moment, “No.” I laid back down with a satisfied sigh, “Clean up, and you’re getting out of it this time.” I grinned up at the ceiling as she grumbled and cursed under her breath. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I reveled in my victory.
Once she was finished I sat back up and reached into the pockets of my pajamas for the keys. M eyed them with suspicion before watched them soar over her head and into the hallway. She scrambled for them so quickly that as she tried to stand from her awkward crouch she tripped over herself landing face first on the floor, ass in the air. She steadied herself and got up on her knees and then to her feet and ran for the keys.
I put my clothes back on, grinning from ear to ear as I watched her in the hallway awkwardly trying to grab the keys off the floor. As I got dressed I thought to myself that a hot shower would actually be pretty nice after all the excitement. I locked my computer in a couple swift keystrokes and walked past her smiling, “You can use that shower.” I motioned to the hallway bathroom before walking into our room, locking the door behind me as she cursed more. The hallway bathroom only had hand towels since we didn’t have any guests and her housecoat was hanging in the bathroom in our room. Just because we were finished with the sex part didn’t mean that I couldn’t still have fun.
Poster:
Amy
