I shouldn't have skipped those extra links in the chain. The pull
balls was just too much! I just had to get
free and release the load they held. Maybe I should explain why I did this
The biggest employer in my home town had been bought out by a big
conglomerate and they had pretty well shut
things down while they figured out what to do with it. That put me and a
lot of other guys out of work. I was lucky
to get a job in a large city about 400 miles from home. Unfortunately,
selling the house back there was impossible.
There were 100's of homes on the market, and no one was buying. That meant
the family stayed there and I looked
for a cheap place to live here. At least I could get home every couple of
weeks. The new job meant a lot of travel so
I was either on the road or home for the weekend.
At first, on those occasions when I was working in the office I stayed
motel. That got old and expensive real
fast. I soon learned the high cost of city living. Even a dirt bag studio
apartment rented at more for a month than my
mortgage payment back home. I started looking at the rooms for rent and
surfing the internet sites that matched up
roomies to share apartments. I had a few lousy contacts and then I found
I had just hit one of the better internet sites when her ad showed up.
Something about the wording told me that she
wasn't the typical recent graduate or college kid who was looking to do
things on the cheap. I took a chance and
called the number in the ad.
Anne answered and was surprised I called so quick. We both put it
down to a
lucky coincidence. I knew right away
it was the more mature voice and attitude that I been hoping to find. She
gave the address and I went over that night
for an interview. One look at each other and I had the room. She was in
her mid-forties, had a young son and was
going through a messy divorce. Everyone else that had answered previous ads
in papers, etc had been young kids
just getting a start on life. I told her I knew all about that from my own
looking. She just didn't want to bring that
kind of trouble into the house with her young son. Here I was, also in my
mid-forties, with my own two sons, one of
which was almost the same age as hers. Economics had forced me from home.
I was married, going to be away a lot.
Basically I was safe. I got the room.
In very short order we were all good friends. When I was home I
BBQing in the back yard. I soon had full
run of the house and fridge. Anne often offered me leftovers out of the
fridge that she just didn't eat. I repaid many
free dinners by once in a while cooking for them or taking them out for
dinner at a local family restaurant. Things got
real cozy. Too cozy.
Anne was a real looker. She even got some extra money on the side
A true California blonde (with a little
help from the bottle), she was tall, had large firm breasts, long legs, and
an ass to die for. As her comfort level with
me in the house went up so did the hem line. Before long she would put her
son to bed and get ready herself in
baby-dolls or just a T-shirt for bed. I had a habit of sitting up watching
the late news with a scotch. She started
joining me to catch the headlines and I honestly think just to tease me.
She only wore g-strings or T-back panties
under those short T-shirts and loved to sit on the couch beside me with her
legs curled up under herself. I was torn
between trying to honestly watch the news and tearing my eyes off that
beautiful butt she was presenting me. She
was a very good tease.
One major advantage of this whole situation is that it allowed me the
freedom to play with some serious self-
bondage. I had been into bondage ever since high school. I played a lot
while away in college and when ever I
could since. Unfortunately, my wife didn't share my interest and after a
few bad episodes I gave up trying to get her
interested. So I only got to play when away from home on business at
conferences, etc. Now I could play
Anne knew this. I admitted it one time when we sitting around having
one night. She expressed interest but
refused my occasional advances. She kept saying she didn't want to ruin our
friendship with a sex thing, and
besides she had met my wife and didn't want to do anything to hurt her. So
I played alone. I promised to keep it low
key and that her son would never know. What she didn't know (or so I
thought) was that more than one session
involved me struggling in self-bondage fantasizing about her. This was
usually the case after she pulled the T-shirt /
G-string trick at news time.
Tonight had been no different. I was half watching the news and half
daydreaming when she walked into the room
with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. "Too late to share a glass"she
asked. "Oh never" I replied and I know
the lust was thick on my voice. I was even a little embarrassed myself. It
was a new T-shirt. Tighter than most with
a deep V-neck. Her half bra was doing a good job of presenting her boobs
and deep cleavage for viewing up front.
It was the normal very short length and I could almost see what she had on
underneath, which I knew wouldn't be
much. She was in full cock tease mode tonight. I was getting very hard,
She bent over in front of me and poured us each a glass and held the bottle
for me to see the label. Raising her head
to further expose herself she asked "You like?" She wasn't asking about the
wine. "Perfect!" was my honest reply.
I wasn't looking at the wine and she knew it. Two can play this game I
thought. I thought wrong.
She sat at the other end of the couch and leaned against the arm to face
Pulling her feet up as usual I caught a
glimpse of white lace. Then she started to rub one of her feet and sip her
wine as I pretended to watch the news.
"Here let me do that." I offered. I noted the hesitation and continued "Oh
don't be silly, we both had one of those
days and besides I'm good at it." She smiled and rearranged herself so that
those nice long legs were extended and
her feet were on my lap. I got another flash of white lace.
I wasn't lying. I did a very good job. Between being half interested
the news and stealing good looks at those
nice hard boobs, I was having a very pleasant time of it. The sighs from
the other end of the couch told me she was
liking it too. Then she bent forward to get the wine bottle for a refill.
Her legs extended like that caused her T-shirt
to be pulled up and I got a great view down her top as was bent over in
front of me. When she sat back up she made
no attempt to pull the T-shirt back down. Tonight she had decided to
torture me with a very thin, almost see-
through, white, lacy, Victoria Secret G-string. She set her wine glass down
on the coffee table and made a show of a
nice big back arching stretch. It was all tit's and G-string. I damn near
came right then.
Nothing ventured nothing gained. Trying to hide the lust in my voice
"If you think I'm good with feet, you
should try my back rub." "Oh we better not go there" was her cock-teasing
reply. "Oh don't be so stupid, and lay
down before I do what I really want to." I exaggerated a wink in an attempt
to hide my real intentions. I don't think I
hid my joy when she agreed.
Soon she was lying on the floor and I straddled her back almost sitting
that wonderful butt of her's. I started with
a gentle rub on her neck and shoulders and as I sensed she wanted it harder
I complied. Moving down I sat further
down on her legs and went for gold. Trying not to miss a beat I slipped my
hands under her T-shirt and started
rubbing her bare back. She started to say something and I took a chance and
interrupted her first syllable with "shut
up!". She humphed and I continued to give her a damn good back rub. I took
another chance. Before she even
started to say anything I said "Now relax" as I undid her bra clip. She
sighed and started to speak but I quickly
started rubbing up and down around the bottom of the shoulder blades. That
just felt too good to make me stop. So
I didn't. She got a damn good back rub. To not ruin anything I even re-did
her bra clip when I was finished. I could
tell she appreciated that and started to get up.
"Oh no, not yet" I countered and gently pushed her back down. I
slightly down and started to run her lower
back. I expanded my strokes to include those beautiful nearly nude ass
cheeks that were right there. So close. Now
I had her moaning. My attention shifted to concentrate on those two firm
globes of truly suckable flesh. In my
rubbing the thin back strap of her G-string kept shifting to the side and I
was presented with a wonderous pink ass
hole. Now my cock couldn't handle it anymore. I just couldn't resist. I
bent over and licked that beautiful pink hole.
That did it! She snapped back to attention and told me sternly to
I did and started to mouth an apology
when she cut me off "That was bad! Time for bed anyway. And thank you that
was the most wonderful thing
anyone has done for me in a long time. It just you know how I feel about
the sex thing. Good night." With that she
took her wine glass and I leered as that beautiful butt wiggled itself down
the hall to her bedroom. Damn I was
Well, I had been a bad boy and someone had to punish me. There were
volunteers so I had to be hard on myself.
I had a favorite method and it was time to do the deed. Living in someone
else's house reduces the possibilities
considerably. I couldn't exactly have ice cubes with string in them in the
freezer. Any sort of PVC pipes or fancy
timers were also out of the question. Also it wasn't my room so I couldn't
do any serious modification. The one
thing I did do was place a white screw type cup holder in the ceiling just
beyond the foot of my bed. It matched the
paint and I figured she'd never notice. I figured wrong.
I closed my bedroom door and right then and there decided I had to go all
the way. I normally only did this when I
was alone in the house, but tonight I was thinking with the other head. She
had teased me this far, I was going to
tease myself the rest of the way. First I stripped and put my clothes away
neatly. Then I opened up a little suitcase I
kept my special stuff in the back of the closet. I heard her walking down
the hall as I dumped the contents on the
bed. Probably up to check the doors and turn off the outside light I
Time to get dressed. Poor damsel in distress tonight I decided.
going to do to myself what I wanted to do to
her. Of coarse there were going to be a few sexual modifications but the
thought was there. First I pulled up a pair of
lace top black silk thigh highs from Victoria Secret. Anne would laugh if
she knew we both bought our lingerie from
the same store. Next came a pair of lycra black fishnet thigh highs I found
some time ago in a dance supply store.
They hugged my legs tightly and the seam up the back made me feel just a
little slutty. Next came the 4" stiletto
heels with the locking ankle cuffs. Two little locks one on each side and
those weren't coming off until I had the
I've spent a little time in those heels but still had a bit of trouble
navigating around the room as I prepared my own
demise. That's the best part. Struggling to make myself struggle. If only
I could find someone to do this to me.
Next came the parachute. It went tight around my scrotum and forced my
balls to the bottom of the sack. Those two
had gotten me in trouble tonight and they were going to have to suffer the
Next came the heavy black slave collar. I turned the D-ring to the
knowing how much I'd hate that thing pretty
soon. Then a little something extra. This was part of going all the way.
I found a pair of very long velvet opera
gloves in a box of Anne's old clothes in the garage back when I first moved
in. I had used them in a session once
before and loved what they did. Being slightly too small for me they were
hard to pull on but when finished the
gripped my entire arms and hands tightly. Also the gloves made it hard to
handle the keys I would need for my
release. Oh, I can be so hard on myself sometimes. Now to be sure I didn't
wake Anne or worse yet her son, I had to
be silenced. I had a choice. Considering it was my mouth and tongue that
got me in trouble it seemed only fitting to
use the rubber penis gag. It even featured an extra wide leather strap with
a heavy buckle that suited my mood
tonight. It more than filled my mouth and I fastened it extra tight behind
my head. No calling for help now.
I just had to see. I didn't have an appropriate mirror in my room
meant a trip down the hall. I dared myself. I
never turn down a dare. I listened at the door and heard nothing. I opened
it slowly and confirmed the coast was
clear. The best mirror was in her bathroom at the end of the hall. The
wrong head was in charge again so I risked it.
I got in, closed the door and turned on the light. Wow, what a sight. Half
slut, half leather bitch, and 100% hard.
My cock was at full attention the head was pumped up to a tight purple globe
and was bobbing with my pulse. Not
yet, you bad boy! You have to pay for the trouble you caused tonight. I
sighed at my own reflection and then made
ready to leave. I turned off the light and opened the door. I started down
the hall and realized the Anne's bedroom
door was wide open. Then I heard her in the kitchen and hurried down the
hall just as fast as those high heels would
allow. I guessed that the carpet would cover the unmistakable sounds of
high heels. I guessed wrong.
Safe back in my room it was time to set my own trap. Safety first
say. I had all my keys on a single ring that
featured a big red stop sign as a fob. Stop to be sure you can get out of
this. It was that same stop sign that was
going to cause me some serious grief. I also had tied one end of about 15
feet of sting to the ring. Standing on a
chair is not easy in those tippy heels but I managed to get the small pulley
hooked onto the cup holder in the ceiling.
Even this task was made harder with the gloves. I can be such a bitch
sometimes. The pulley and cup holder
wouldn't take much weight, but it would be plenty. My nipples tingled
already. I put the keys on the table and ran
the string to the bed and used a small clothes pin to clip it to the
bedspread near where my hand was going to be.
Next came the nasty part. Again about 15 feet of string tied on one
a heavy nut. It was a large, heavy, shiny
chrome nut I found in a automotive store somewhere and the look suited its
task perfectly. I set the nut on the fob of
the key ring at the edge of the desk opposite the foot of my bed. Back up
on the chair I ran the string through the
pulley and back down to the bed. One of my favorite toys is a pair of
Japanese nipple clips. These spring loaded
devils gripped quite firm normally, but if you tugged on the fine chain that
ran between them then, they squeezed
even tighter. Oh my poor nipples. Well, they can blame my balls, it's all
there fault. I took the string that went
through the pulley and tied then end to the mid-point of the nipple clip
chain. I left the clips lying free on the bed.
Next I retrieved my home made spreader bar from the closet. I kept it in a
small map tube along with a serious looking
riding crop I bought in a tack shop years before. I didn't use the crop for
anything, it was more for show really. I set
the crop aside and placed the spreader bar on the covers near the foot of
the bed. The bar was about 3 feet long and
had a leather strap at each end and spring clip in the center. I made sure
the clip was pointing towards the head of
Next I got down on my knees and attached the ends of some fine chain to
legs at the foot of the bed. I tried to be
quiet but even these fine chrome chains rattled a bit as I hooked them up.
It was a bit of a task in those damn gloves
but I finally managed to get the chains clipped to the ends of the spreader
bar. I measured them up to be sure it was
right. That bar wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't really worried about the
small amount of noise the chains had
made, Anne was asleep thy now I assumed. I assumed wrong.
Years before I had cut the links between the cuffs of a very real pair
metal handcuffs. I left one link on each cuff
which gave me much more versatility with this toy. I dug around and found
the two chains I needed. First a 3 foot
length with a clip at each end. I clipped a cuff at each end and stretched
the chain across the mid-point of the bed.
The key to the cuffs was on the ring with the stop sign, under that heavy
chrome nut. The second chain feature a
loop of heavy black sewing elastic on one end. The elastic was quite
springy and folded double could take a lot of
strain and tugging. I laid this chain lengthwise down the center of the bed
and made sure it went under the cuff
One last little bit of prep. I fished around between the mattress
headboard and found the chain and clip I left
attached there permanently. My balls knew all to well it was measured at
the correct length. All set, it was now time
to assume the position. I looked around the room and thought about
chickening out. Then I looked between my
legs at that purple headed creature still bobbing with each heart beat. I
had no choice. I turned towards her room
snapped her a stiff middle finger and nearly screamed into the gag "Fuck you
Anne!" It was a wish, not an insult.
I picked up the blindfold and thought it over again. This was part
all the way. I didn't use them often in
this scenario. It made using the keys very difficult. I had never used the
blindfold and the gloves together. Again,
the wrong head made the decision. I pulled the elastic of the blindfold
over my head and left the eye covers up on
my forehead. Now or never I thought.
I sat near the foot of the bed and buckled my ankles into the leather straps
on each end of the spreader bar. I made
sure they were good and tight. That bar wasn't going to shift, although I
knew I would soon be wishing it would.
Shifting up the bed a bit I attached one hand cuff to my left wrist. The
chain still ran behind me to my right side. I
made sure that cuff was open so I could get it on easy when blindfolded. I
then slipped the heavy elastic on the
other chain over the hook on the parachute that held my balls captive. I
knew from experience that two or three links
up the chain was almost comfortable, 4 or 5 was nasty. I counted 7 and
looped this link through clip at the center of
the spreader bar. No problem, as long as my knees were bent.
Reaching down I found the nipple clips and making sure the string ran freely
through the pulley above me I attached
one on each side. Again part of going all the way. Instead of putting them
near the base of my nipples where I
usually do, I clipped those little monsters near the tender tips of my
already unhappy nipples. That wasn't smart.
Now I had to hurry before I thought about what was about to happen.
I did it all quite quickly. First I reached up and pulled the blindfold
down. Then I laid back and stretching my legs I
brought my head up to the top of the bed. My balls screamed. Using my free
hand I reached back and attached the
clip there to the D-ring on the back of my collar. I was now locked in a
fully extended position and the chain
between my balls and the spreader bar was too short. The elastic was pulled
very tight. Then I felt around near my
right hip and found the other hand cuff. It was open and as practiced many
times before without the blindfold I got
it around my wrist and closed tightly.
That was how I got to where I was when I started this story. And
realized a number of mistakes I had made.
First of all the my balls were very unhappy. That double fold of black
elastic was doing its best to rip them off. The
pull was so intense I could feel it in my cock. I could tell it was being
pulled so much that it was standing strait up
and except for tugging on my scrotum would be spurting forth gallons like a
miniature old faithful. I also realized I
had chosen a poor place to put the nipple clips. My chest was screaming for
attention and they hadn't felt the
worse yet. I couldn't take it very long. It was too intense, time to get
out of this and stroke off to a much deserved
It was very simple really. The clothes pin was somewhere near my
hand. All I had to do was reach around and
find it. Then I could pull in the string and get the key ring. One
problem., when I pulled the key ring off the table the
chrome nut was coming too. The nut would swing down and hang on the string.
The string went up through the
pulley and down to the nipple clips. To get the keys I had to hurt my
nipples. To add to my dilemma I could only
use the one hand to pull the string in. 15 feet is a lot of string 6 inches
at a time. Then I had to fight with the keys,
find the right one, and unlock the cuff . All off this would be hindered by
my gloved hand. And the whole time that
damn nut would be swinging on the end of the string twisting and squeezing
my poor innocent nipples. Oh they
were going to be very upset with my balls for getting them into this!
Well, my balls were screaming and my nipples were never going to be ready
anyway. It was time. I reached for the
string and started to pull it in. I went gently at first until it went
tight knowing the next tug would bring the weight
off the table. I tugged. It didn't move. I tugged again, nothing. Now I
was scared. Trying again harder I gripped
the string harder and .... she spoke "Well, aren't you a sight!" I never
even heard her come in. I had no idea how
long she had been there. I was mortified, I was speechless (the gag helped
too) and then I felt a wave of humiliation
wash over me. I could feel my whole body burning as I turned red from head
I tried to speak, to plead, but it was useless. The gag did exactly
was supposed to do. All I could do was
blush more and listen. I felt her reach down and take the string from my
hand. She ran a finger up and down the
length of the velvet opera glove and said "I wondered where these went.
They look a little snug." The I felt her run
her finger down the chain between my balls and the spreader bar and she
added "But you seem to like it that way." I
heard the jingle of the keys that told me she had taken them off the table.
My nipples thanked her profusely for
putting the weight back down on the desk.
"Quite the little engineer." she commented. "I knew you played around
bit, but I had no idea. Tonight I came back
out to get the last of the wine and I heard you in here and the tinkle of
chains. The I knew I just had to find out." I
heard her walking around my bed obviously checking me out from every angle.
I felt her brush her hand across a
nipple clip as she said "Rather mean method of getting the keys don't you
think. . I've often wondered why you put
that hook up there. Rather ingenious I think. My nipples would never
forgive me for doing such a thing." Sighing
she added "at least I don't think so, maybe some day." Then I felt her
finger run up and down the shaft of my rock
stiff cock. "So this is the fellow that got you into all of this. He's
getting off lightly." and then she flicked the head
with her finger and added "at least for now." I didn't like that last
comment and groaned into the gag. She heard me
and quoting my own words from earlier in the evening "Oh shut up and relax."
Her giggle told me she was having
way too much fun.
I felt her sit on the edge of the bed and running her hands over the locking
cuff on my heels she continued "Nice
shoes, bit to slutty for me but they seem to suit you perfectly. Too bad
they are so noisy. Oh yes, I saw you. I
even heard you come the bathroom and slipped into the kitchen just to catch
you coming out. You looked great. I
know you like watching my butt as I walk down that hall, and tonight I got a
chance to watch yours. I love what
heels do for a tight ass don't you?" That last question was accentuated
with a finger that lightly ran past my own
very exposed back door.
"Do you have any idea what did to me tonight?" she asked "You had me so
worked up I thought I was going to cum
right there on the living room floor. You were right. The way you rubbed
my feet and then my back had me so
turned on I wanted to scream. And then you started on my ass. You just
kept pulling and rubbing, caressing and
kneading, god I wanted it so bad. Then when you tongue touched my asshole I
actually had a little orgasm. If it had
been your cock instead of your tongue I'm not sure I would have stopped you.
You blew it baby, you could have
had me but you flinched. Just too much of a gentleman I guess. Well, now
you pay!" That last remark was
punctuated by loud kiss right on the tip of my cock. I was totally
confused. The bitch was teasing me again.
"You know I like playing our little game some evenings. Some times
feel so mischievous. Tonight especially I
just wanted to see how much you could take. You're such a nice guy. I feel
so safe with you. I just know you'd
never do anything to hurt or even bother me. Well tonight you did. You
should never get a girl as hot and bothered
as you got me unless you plan to finish the job. Obviously you didn't, so
now I'm going to have to do it for you."
I heard her walk around the room and then with a swish I heard the crop
through the air and slap the bed loudly
right beside my head. I jumped as much as my bonds would allow. I gasped
into the gag as I felt the tip of the crop
lightly flick the chain between the clips on my nipples "So who'd the head
number one bitch in charge now my little
slut?" I answered in wonderful prose that was all wasted into the gag.
"Now I'm going to take that thing off. You
will not say a word. If I hear so much as a peep .." The crop hit the bed
beside my head again "And I'll just go to
bed, with the keys. Understand?" I nodded vigorously.
She fumbled a bit behind my head and finally released me from the gag.
it popped out I sucked in a big breath
of air as she commented "You've got some quality toys here. Maybe some day
we can share." I didn't dare reply.
"Very good, not a word." Then as she traced circles on my chest with the
tip of the crop she added "consider it a
gag of fear, fair enough?" Again I nodded consent. I felt her getting on
the bed and then straddling my chest she
said "You started something .... finish it!" With that she pressed that
absolutely perfect ass into my face.
I licked, I chewed, I made love to that wonderful asshole with my tongue
lips. I fucked that ass hole with my
tongue like a man possessed. I did everything I possible could to show her
just how much I had lusted after that
tight little pink hole. I know she liked it. With my first lick she was
moaning, groaning and squirming. She was
getting hotter and hotter and so was I. I think if had not been for the
tight hold that parachute had on my balls I
would have lost it right then. That would have been bad. She had other
Suddenly she pulled away and almost jumped up off the bed. I felt
around and a second later her cunt was
mashed into my face. "Get to work my little slut and don't miss a drop or."
Again the crop hit the bed. I don't know
how many times I had dreamed of this moment. I'd lost count of how many
times I'd jerked off fantasizing about
doing just this. Who was I to disappoint a lady. A new level of energy hit
my tongue and I went to it. It didn't take
long, she was pretty worked up from the job I had done on her ass. She came
hard. Very hard. I thought she would
either suffocate me or drown me. She just kept cumming and cumming. She
rode my face to at least a second
aftershock. Finally, she climbed off and I felt her lie on the bed beside
Finally after a brief rest she spoke "You were right, you are good.
back rubs are not too bad either" With a
chuckle she continued "Unfortunately the bad boy here has to suffer too, so
remember the gag order." Up to that
instant I was really enjoying the new number one bitch in charge. Then I
left the tip of the crop run down my silk
covered legs, over the shoes and then I felt her shift her weight and
stretch past then end of the bed. She must of
used the tip of the crop to flick the heavy chrome nut off the table. It
fell sharply and I had to clamps my mouth
closed to contain the scream as my nipples erupted in agony. I was panting
wildly as I heard her giggle as say "Oh
dear, poor boy does that hurt. Here let me kiss it better." And then she
started what had to be one of the best blow
jobs I've ever had in my life. She licked and sucked up and down. She used
her lips and tongue like no woman,
professional or otherwise had ever done on me before. This went way beyond
normal oral sex, she was loving it.
She worked me like a fine tuned instrument.
The problem was I just couldn't cum. My nipples were screaming.
felt like they were being slowly ripped
through the bottom of my sack. And she just kept going. Under normal
circumstances I could have cum, rested and
gotten hard to cum again in the time she mouthed my rock hard and very
frustrated cock. Finally she reached over
and caught the string holding the nut and pulled the weight up onto the bed.
My nipples applauded the immediate
relief. I started to say something to thank her but she put her finger on
my lips to silence me.
I felt her get up and then her weight shifted on the bed. I knew
over me and then she spoke softly "Now I
know that really hurt, but you deserved it. After all, almost every time I
come out to have a nice innocent night cap
with you, I look into your eyes and after you finally tear your eyes away
from my boobs or crotch I know you only
have one thing on your mind." Then I felt it. She was lowering her very
wet pussy over my cock. "You pretend to
be a gentlemen, but you are just a slut. All you can think about is this."
And she started to fuck herself. Up and
down she went, slow then fast and then slow again. Her breathing got heavy
and she started to drip onto us both. I
was going wild. I felt her hands playing around at my balls and suddenly
she released the elastic and my balls
almost popped back into their normal position. And she just continued to
jump herself up and down of my now
quivering cock. Then I felt her hands on my nipples as she released them
each in turn. There was the familiar sting
as the blood rushed back in, but I barely noticed as wave after wave of
ecstacy flowed over me as she continued to
pump up and down.
I came hard. Very hard. It was one of those primal lust climaxes
starts at your toes and wracks you entire body
throwing all your energy, all your everything, out through the end of your
cock. I was barely conscious of the fact
she too was enjoying a very major orgasm. I felt her pussy convulsing on my
still pumping rod and she finally
collapsed on my chest. Again a finger on my lips told me not to speak.
She rested there a bit and finally got up. I felt her using the keys
release each of my wrists from the cuffs. She
struggled with the buckles on my ankles and then removed the spreader bar
from between my legs. With a rattle of
chains it fell on the floor at the foot of the bed. I was surprised when
she took the time to open the locks on my
heels and each in turn fell to the floor beside the spreader bar. I was
still lying there coming down from my ultimate
high when she bent over beside me on the bed and said "Never speak about
this, it never happened, I never want to
talk about it. And I want my gloves back, I'll tell you how and when." I
got a kiss on the cheek and I heard the door
close behind her as she left the room.
I never even heard the alarm the next morning.