I've had a rough day. I pull in to the driveway and right away notice all the lights off at the house, but your car in the driveway. I brush it off and make my way to the door. As I reach for the doorknob, the door opens to my surprise. I'm stunned by you standing there, towering over me in high heeled black boots that run up to your thighs. Your corset pulled tight around your waste only to burst out with your breasts overflowing at the top. Your heavy makeup and dark eye-liner give you a wicked look and are dimmed by the bright red lipstick you put on liberally. You tilt your head, showing your hair slicked back. All of it is complimented by a slight evil, confident smile. I fumble to find words, awe struck, and you put your finger to your lips and shush me before using the same finger to motion me inside.
The house is completely dark. I take a step in and you close the door, only to grip my wrists and pull them behind me. With expertise, you apply handcuffs. Before I can even react you're already pulling a leather collar around my throat, cinching it tight. The only thing left in your hand is a three-foot leash which you clasp on to the collar. With a seductive look and a slide of your finger down my chest, you yank on the leash, directing me to the stairs.
Once upstairs, you bring me to our office. You release my handcuffs and begin to undress me until I am standing before you completely naked, feeling exposed. You seem to get a thrill from my attempts to cover my obvious hardness. You simply point to the office chair and I comply and promptly sit. From under the office desk, you slide a towel out that has a bunch of restraints lined up and organized. I watch as you wrap leather restraints around my ankles and wrap a thin chain to the legs of the office chair. I hear you clasp small padlocks together, making it impossible for me to move my legs. You grab a long length of rope and begin tying my torso to the chair, making sure the knots are behind the back of the chair and out of my reach. From inside a cabinet you bring out a beer, and lay it on the desk before me. Before I can even ask, you turn on the computer screen in front of me and hit the 'play' button on a video that is already qued. A porn video begins to play and you hit a series of keys to lock the screen. Satisfied with yourself, you lean down and whisper to me, "I have to get some things ready in the other room. You relax and unwind and watch the video. When I am ready for you, I will come get you. I will be asking you questions about what you see in this video. You better know the answers...
My excitement allows me only to produce an "Ok" as you turn and walk seductively in to our bedroom. The video in front of me plays and I try to pay attention, but I can hear you moving objects. There's jingles of metal and drawers opening and closing. Every once in a while I can hear you giggle seductively. I try my best to watch the people fucking right in front of me, but find it irresistible to try and see what you are doing.
I finish the beer and sit with my cock hard, watching the porn video. You're not even in the room and I'm already going crazy. I jump a bit as the door suddenly opens and I hear your heavy boots clomp towards my direction. Without a word, you grab my wrists and begin tying the them behind the back of the chair. My back arches as I slowly lose all control. I can feel you pull the final knot in the expert rope work around my wrists and I try to tug, but to no use. I hope to get a glimpse of you in your corset, but suddenly a blindfold slips over my eyes. I can feel you tug at the chair on wheels and I know you are moving me in to the bedroom. I hear the door close and I can smell the burning of candles around me. I tremble not being able to see my surroundings or you.
You climb on to my lap and straddle me, only inches away from my hard cock. I naturally slide down trying to get closer. But your hand yanks at the ring on my collar and you ask, "So. Tell me. What was the name written on the blonde's tattoo?" I'm stunned. I don't know. There's a pause and I fumble to guess an answer. As I go to blurt out any name, a shock runs through me as I feel a nipple clamp pinch down on my right nipple. I let out a moan and shake, trying to react by shaking it off. But it hangs slightly painfully. You catch me off guard by kissing me softly. My body is confused, screaming questions of pain or pleasure. But you pull back and take a deep breath, "Ok. What type of knot did the Dom use on the brunette's back?" All I can say is, "Oh no... " before I pause, wince, and say "I don't know..." You laugh and say, "Ooohhh, that's too bad." I expect it and sure enough my left nipple is attacked with a clamp, evening out the pain across my chest. But again, you lean in and kiss me, this time grabbing my cock and stroking. I go wild, losing myself behind the blindfold. I want to grab you and simply drive in to you, but the restraints remind me I have to endure, only adding to the excitement.
Just as before, it suddenly stops. I give a moan of disappointment and search for you blindly, but you've moved away. I can hear jingles of metal off to my side and again I'm on the defense, wondering what you have in store next. Your boots approach and I shake in anticipation. I hear you command only one word, "Open". I pause for a moment and then decide to be difficult, shutting my lips together and turning my head, letting out a defiant, "uh-uh". You laugh cruely and again you straddle my legs. I can feel your lips touch my ear and a shot of electricity runs through me as you whisper, "That's really not a good idea..." Your hand wraps around my testicles and I can do nothing as you squeeze. I squirm wildly and moan, and within a few seconds I open my mouth wide and offer it to you. "Good boy," you whisper as you slip an odd object into my mouth. My tongue pushes on a floppy, rubbery tasting thing that feels like a tough plastic bag. You wrap a thick leather strap around my head and forcefully buckle it in place, very tight. The thick strap pushes hard on my lips while the rubbery baggy object sits annoyingly. I think to myself what is this supposed to do?
"We are going to need to calibrate this," you whisper. Again your lips touch my ear and you laugh before saying, "This will keep the neighbors from hearing you scream." My eyes grow wide and a shot of adrenaline hits me. What does she have planned? Before I know it, the flat bulb in my mouth expands. I jump a bit as you pump the inflatable gag slowly, making it fill my mouth. I let out a whimper as it grows and grows. Then you stop. "Ok. Let's test it..." I let out another whimper before the end of a crop slams down on my inner thigh. I let out a loud yell from behind the gag. "Oh, that's no good," You say before grabbing the pump and giving it another few squeezes. All my attention is on the bulb in my mouth growing, filling my mouth. I feel it pushing on my tongue and back of my throat. Crack! The crop comes down on my other thigh. Again, I open my mouth even more to let out an audible cry. You run your fingers through my hair and sypathetically say, "Oh goodness. I'm so sorry. We'll get it right soon." I whimper as you say, "Let's try this...." and the end of the crop begins lightly tapping on my cock in a consistent rhythm. I squirm in a any direction I can, letting out whimpers. Without stopping the beating, you grab the bulb and pump, making each whimper more faint until all I can do is bite down on the huge bulb so I can breath. Soon I am completely silent, only moving my hips and arms slightly.
Satisfied at your work, the beating stops and you climb off of me. I breath deep for a moment, feeling totally helpless and drifting in to sub space. I jolt out of my drift as you pull the back of the chair back, until the front wheels lift and I feel as though I will fall. You put your hand on my chest and command me to relax. Somehow you secure the chair back at a forty-five degree angle. My legs lift slightly and my bare ass comes off the leather seat a bit. I hear you in front of me and suddenly the light of the candles in the room fill my eyes as you pull off the blindfold. I am overwhelmed at the site of you in your corset, your breasts now fully out and pushed up. You give me a huge wicked smile as you stand next to me. From out of view, you pull an object in front of me. It's a large anal plug. I squirm in protest, unable to make anything but a couple soft whimpers. You laugh and look me deep in the eyes, "Oh, don't worry. You don't have to get this in you. All you have to do is... not cum." With that you grab a bottle of lube and squeeze a large amount all over the plug, my asshole, and my cock. I swing my head from side to side, knowing that the challenge you are presenting will be impossible for me. You begin to stroke my cock and I know instantly I won't last. With your other hand you position the plug just up against my hole. You look excitedly in to my eyes as they roll back in to my head. "Don't cum," you say while laughing.
I have forgotten all about my bad day. And it's only Tuesday...
