After Work Party Part 2

I let Tyler squirm and moan on the bed with his throbbing cock and tied-up balls while I rooted through my lingerie drawer. I was kicking myself for not getting that full dominatrix outfit I’d found for Halloween before deciding to go as a pixie. In retrospect, the pixie dress was cute, but I could have gotten more mileage out of the leather bustier.

I settled on a cupless brocade corset with stockings that hugged my waist and pushed my tits up. He’d never seen me in before and it looked fairly badass in a cute kind of way. Some black heels and riding crop completed the outfit.

I put it all on the dresser and stood in front of the bed with my legs spread a bit and my hands on my hips. His eyes watched me intently, running up and down my body. I let him watch while I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Just a little strip-tease to let him know what was waiting for him if he was a good boy.

As I stripped, I got more and more into it. I’d put on sexy lingerie that morning; it helped me feel more confident in my presentation and now the lacy stuff was doing double duty keeping my slave boyfriend on edge. It would have been nice to wear stockings, but they’re such a pain in the ass to wear all day.

I made sure to face away from him and bend all the way over as I stripped off my tights and rubbed my breasts after I took off my bra and tossed it on him. When I was just down to my panties, a thought hit me. I tossed him a sly grin as I slid them down over my hips.

He was straining in the straps as I crawled up between his legs. God, that cock looked amazing. It’s amazing what a simple shoelace can do. Each ball was perfectly separated, ready for whatever I wanted to do with it. His perfect cock was engorged, thick and rock hard and waiting for me. I took one ball in my mouth and sucked it gently. He squirmed and struggled, but the straps on our bed held him. What could I say, his balls were so cute all tied up that I couldn’t not suck them.

After listening to him whimper and whine, I licked my way up his shaft, wrapped my lips around the tip and shoved my head all the down until his dick went down my throat. It took practice, usually with a dildo but with the real thing when I could, but I’d gotten my blowjob skills to the point that my gag reflex abated. Not exactly a marketable skill, but at times like this it came in handy.

I sucked hard all the way up, like I was trying to suck the cum straight out of his balls until my lips came free with a little pop. I laid my head between his spread leg, hard cock brushing my cheeks, and looked up at Tyler’s gagged face. He was lost in pleasure, eyes pleading with me to keep going.

To be fair, I would have loved to just jump on him and fuck his brains out, but I had other plans. I wrapped my panties around his shaft and smirked at him.

“Be a good boy or I’ll tell everyone I made you wear my panties,” I said as I got up.

He thrust his hips up and tugged at the straps holding him spread-eagle for my entertainment. Goddess bless, his muscles looked delicious. Those pecs. Those thighs. I needed to tie him up more often. Maybe take some pictures so I’d have something for when he wasn’t around.

Muffled pleas came from his gagged mouth as I sauntered out of the room and shut the door. Let him struggle and squirm and plead. This girl had business to attend to and he needed to learn what he’d gotten himself into.

I sat on the couch and pulled on my stockings. The corset hugged me tightly and gave me awesome cleavage. My pussy wanted me to go back in the room and devour his cock. Before I knew it, my legs were open and I was moaning as my fingers played a joyous song with my clit. A little orgasm, more blowing off steam than anything else and I slipped my feet into my stiletto heels, snatched up my riding crop, and prepared to send my boyfriend to the edge.

My heels clicked on the linoleum tile as I walked down the hall. I loved that sound, that rhythmic clitter-clack of a self-assured woman in expensive shoes. Shoved open the door, stood at the end of the bed, and let him see me slowly slapping the riding crop in my open palm. He was completely helpless and we both knew it. Just like we both knew I was going to take full advantage of it.

“You’re all tied up, so it’s not like I can make you do much of anything, but I still felt like you need a reminder of who’s in charge,” I said as I stroked the inside of his thighs with the leather tip of the crop.

He instinctively tried to close his legs and shy away, but that just wasn’t happening. “You brought this on yourself,” I told him.

A little, light slap on the inside of his thigh made him jump. His panty and lace wrapped cock bounced and twitched. So lovely. I stroked each throbbing ball with the crop and loved watching him tense up, thinking my riding crop was coming for them. I wouldn’t slap his balls with the crop, I wasn’t that much of a bitch. But a little fear never hurt anyone.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked him as I fondled his balls with my crop.

He nodded furiously. Good. I gave him a sharp swat on the thigh, enough to sting a little, but I think it was the noise that made him jump. “I asked you a question.”

It’s possible to talk through a gag. Even a big one won’t silence someone completely. I’ve always looked at gags less as a way of shutting someone up and more as a way of marking territory. Like, this mouth is mine.

Tyler mumbled something indistinct. I swatted the other thigh and let the leather tip stroke his balls. “Answer me.”

“Yeth,” he said desperately.

Good enough. I pushed the tip of the crop between his legs, behind his tied balls and gave him my best bitchy look.

“I e good,” he said through the gag.

“Call me mistress.”

“Mithtress.”

“Tell me you’re my good, obedient slave.”

“I your goo oeien save.”

“And you’ll do anything I ask, right?”

“Yeth.”

“Tell me,” I said. “Say you’ll do anything I ask.”

“I oo anythin oo ass.”

“Remember, you said you’d do anything I asked,” I said. “Anything. Miss Riding Crop is going to stay here with us in case you forget your promise.”

I gave him one last swat on the thigh and set the crop next to him, leather tip pushing up under his balls as a constant reminder. It was heaven. Tightly bound guy squirming, his rock hard cock twitching and begging for attention, eyes pleading with me. Power is a good thing and I had it all at that moment. I gave his cock a quick squeeze and climbed on top him, straddling his chest.

We stared at each other, lost in the moment. In a way, I was just as desperate as he was. My pussy was soaking wet, my clit singing songs of desire. Even just rubbing against his hard chest was pure lust, hot flesh on flesh. The difference was, I could do something about my desire.

I slid my hands over my body, caressing and pinching my nipples until they hardened under my fingertips. He moaned for attention and that just made me hotter. My hips worked on their own, legs spread wide, grinding my hungry pussy against him. I kept my eyes locked on his as my hands worked lower. Was it masturbation, fingering myself as I straddled my locked up boyfriend? Or was it a kind of mutual sex where I was doing most of the work but we were both moaning in ecstasy?

I fingered myself slowly, relishing the desperate look in his eyes as I worked my way slowly to orgasm. It was going to be a good one, maybe not a toe-curler, but better than a quickie in the bathtub before bed. The pot slowly boiled, building up until my world was his pleading eyes, the pulse of blood in my head, and the gentle throb of my pussy.

It washed over me like a warm wave, lifting me up and floating me on a wave of pleasure. Power, control. Those were the ultimate aphrodisiacs and the muffled pleas for release, the throbbing erection behind me that so desperately wanted my tender ministrations, and the warm, hard chest between my thighs took fingering myself to a whole new dimension. It was masturbation that required another person, a kind of sex without sex with a mostly silent partner.

I collapsed on top of him and buried my face in the crook of his neck as my pussy wound down. Tyler was still there, I knew that distantly, but he was my toy. Like a big, boyfriend pillow with a hard cock that I could use all night long if I wanted to. I planted little kisses on his neck, nibbled on his earlobes, whispered sweet nothings about keeping him locked up forever so I could have him whenever I wanted.

He moaned. Long and guttural, sounding like a trapped animal. I slid off him and snuggled up, pressing close to his hot, naked body. The sound he made when I grabbed his rock hard cock and slowly stroked it was heaven.

“Did you like watching me finger myself?” I whispered to him.

He nodded, but I could tell his mind was stuck on his raging hard on and my stroking. “Your mistress asked you a question,” I said.

Tyler looked straight in my eyes. “Yeth,” he said. Such a cute face when he was gagged. Those full lips working away at the ball in his mouth, hair tousled, eyes pleading.

“You’re so cute when you’re horny and desperate,” I said, stroking my finger along his lip. “I’ll bet you’d do anything to cum right now, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded. I could feel his hips thrusting up, reminding me of his hard cock. Like I could forget it was there, still all tightly tied up, throbbing and waiting for me like the best present in the world.

I slid my head down until my lips barely brushed the tip of his dick. A little precum globule dotted his swollen head. Goddess, he was huge. I’d have to remember to tie his cock up more often. I flicked my tongue out, lapping up the clear drop. Lips caressed him softly. I toyed with him, relishing the control. Slowly, I slid my mouth down over him, sucking and licking as I went until his cock filled my mouth. Maybe it was just horniness, maybe it was just my latent oral fixation, maybe it was just knowing I could do anything I wanted to him, but the feel of that huge member in my mouth got my pussy going again.

I didn’t give into temptation, though. I kept my mouth wrapped around him and enjoyed the power, knowing full well he wanted me to bob my head, blowing and sucking until he blew his wad down my throat. Finally, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled my mouth free and groped around by the bed until I found my best friend.

The pink vibrator with the big, white ball at the end hummed gently. I sprawled out, snuggling my head into the crook of Tyler’s arm as I spread my legs wide and pushed the pulsing tip between my thighs. As the vibrations took me away, an idea hit me. A wonderful, terrible idea.

I crawled around until I was kneeling between Tyler’s spread legs, looking up at the gorgeous body that was all mine for the taking and slowly ran the tip of my vibrator up the shaft of his pulsing cock.

He went wild. I grinned and licked my lips. Here was a new toy for mistress to enjoy.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 2

Tyler gently grabbed my wrist from behind. I’d been so lost in thought that I didn’t even hear him coming and nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”

“For now,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

He’d changed into a tight T-shirt that showed off his shoulders. Muscles rippled and danced as he kissed my cheek and delicately pushed my face away from him. “No peeking,” he said.

“But I want to peek.”

“No peeking or you get the mask.”

He was bringing out the big guns early. The mask was a full face mask made of some stretchy material that zipped up the back. The only hole was one for the mouth. We’d both worn it from time to time and found it pretty intense for regular play. It wasn’t like it was uncomfortable, but there was some nameless thing about having a mask over my head that could push fun time into a much different space.

“I’ll be a good girl,” I told him.

He cinched my wrists together with a length of rope and deftly tied a knot just out of reach of my probing fingers. Solid, yet still comfortable. “I know you will,” he told me.

I spent a moment trying to prove to him that I could still be a bad girl if I wanted to, but the boy knew how to tie me up. My wrists weren’t going anywhere and no matter how I squirmed around, I couldn’t slide my hands out or even reach the knot between my wrists.

“Now what, big guy?” I asked. “Just my wrists or did you have something more fun planned?”

I knew I shouldn’t egg him on, but my ego always got the best of me. I loved bondage and my little barbs over the years had gotten me tied up for longer and longer and in ever more interesting positions. He usually preferred me spread so he could play with my pussy, but not always. Tonight wasn’t looking like one of those kinds of nights.

Rope wrapped around my elbows, delicate at first but soon tugging them tightly together. I squeaked. Wrists were one thing, I could still open doors and pick things up, but with my elbows tightly tied together, I was completely helpless. My shoulders went back, thrusting my tits forward. I glanced down at the girls, absolutely convinced they were going to pop out of that skimpy little bra.

I tried to squirm, but my arms were almost completely immobilized. “Where’d you learn that little trick?” I asked over my shoulder.

Tyler pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. Talk about feeling helpless in his grasp. His caressed my tummy, ran up and down my sides and teased the edges and sides my breasts. Hardening nipples poked away at the rough lace trim of my bra. There was something so amazing about feeling completely helpless while still feeling completely secure in his arms. Incredible, powerful, erotic.

Fingers teased the top of my panties, just barely pushing inside. I moaned and whimpered. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to plunge those fingers down between my legs and give my throbbing clit a little love. I tried to turn around and kiss him, press my body hard up to his and rub up against him, but he held me fast.

“Not so fast, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear, hot breath like fire against my charged flesh.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Just a little.”

“Not yet, baby. I’ve got plans for you before I make you cum.”

He broke away from me and sat down on the couch right in front of me. In his hands was a length of rope. I did my best to act cool, like this kind of thing happens all the time and I’m so hip to it, that even having my wrists and elbows tied while my boyfriend leers at my barely-there-lingerie clad body didn’t do much for me. Meanwhile, my heart was thudding in my chest like a band of Taiko drummers had taken up residence, my nipples were rock hard, my clit was pounding, and my panties were soaking through.

Tyler pulled me close. Just a tiny little kiss on my tummy and I nearly lost it. “Baby,” I moaned.

He ignored me and wrapped the length of rope around my waist, cinching it tight in front of me. What the hell was he doing? I watched in confusion as he tied a pair of knots. Was he going to lead me around by the waist? There were perfectly good collars in the toy box.

“Spread your legs a little, baby.”

I cocked my head to the side, but parted my legs. To my surprise, rather than leading me around with it, he ran the length of rope between my legs and through to my back. He fiddled with the rope, tightening and adjusting until it was snug on top of my hungry pussy, nestled neatly inside of my swollen lips. Suddenly, and with great effect, the knots made sense. One rested right next to my clit, the other tried to push its way inside of me.

He secured the ends of the rope to my wrists and tossed me his self-satisfied smile. “Go ahead and struggle.”

The first time I moved my bound wrists, the rope between legs tightened and the knots rubbed my sensitive girl parts. I whimpered and bit my lip. It was just enough to keep my pussy hungry, but not enough to get me off. I looked him in the eye, gave him my best puppy dog eyes, but he just smiled.

I wanted to play it cool, but the feeling of that rope digging into my pussy just wouldn’t stop. I swayed my hips and tried to move my hands lower, anything to ease the relentless pressure but it was no use. It felt like having someone constantly holding his hand between my legs, waiting for me to grind against it, but there was no grinding. Just constant, relentless pressure reminding me of how fucking horny I was.

“This is mean,” I said.

“If you think that’s mean, you’ll love what’s coming.”

He ran his hands down the insides of my thighs, caressing the tender flesh from my aching pussy to the tops of my stockings. Just a little higher, baby. Just a little rubbing. You’d find me so appreciative. I panted. I moaned. I thrust my pussy toward him, hoping he’d take pity on me and give me some release.

Instead, he gently pushed my legs together and bound them at the knees and ankles before planting a chaste kiss on the front of my panties. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he said. “You look amazing in lingerie and rope.”

“Thank you,” I muttered.

“Seriously, you should see yourself. A work of art.”

“Please,” I whispered. My clit was pounding. My pussy was pounding. All it wanted was a good pounding and I’d do almost anything to get it.

“I know you’re horny, baby,” he said. “That’s the point. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to make it worse.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It can’t get any worse. I can’t take it.”

His fingers traced lines across my stomach. Those amazing lips of his dabbed kisses all over my torso. I struggled and squirmed and did nothing more than make the rope wetter and my pussy hungrier.

Without warning, he pulled my favorite vibrator out of his pocket and showed it to me. I smiled and nodded furiously. “Yes!” I said, thrusting my bound pussy toward him.

He patted my panties gently. “Not exactly, sweetie.”

Old faithful was just what I needed, turn that bad boy up and rub it all over. I’d cum screaming like a banshee in no time. But he didn’t rub it between my legs or even put it inside of me. He slid it gently between the rope and my panties, nowhere near my needy clit.

“That’s not where that goes,” I told him.

Tyler turned it on and my knees nearly buckled. He held me around the waist, keeping me upright as the vibrations traveled down the rope and lit my pussy up like a flashing neon sign. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was like having a vibrator all over all at once. Not as powerful as the buzzing tip right on me, but enough to let me know it was there.

“Are you sure that’s not where it goes?” Tyler asked.

I mumbled something between “Oh, God” and “Yes”. It was like, seriously, dude, shut up and let me enjoy this. But that wasn’t in the cards. He clicked it off leaving my pussy tingling and my clit begging for more. I struggled in the roped, pulling my arms this way and that and succeeded in doing nothing more than rubbing myself further into frustration.

“Please,” I begged. “Just a little longer. I’ll do anything.”

He stood me up straight and stroked my hair. I nuzzled my face into his hand, kissing his palm when I really wanted that hand between me legs. Or better yet, his face and then his cock and then his face again between my legs. The pussy rope was all I got.

“I know you will, sweetheart,” Tyler said. “Stay here. I’ve got a few things to finish up. If you’re a good girl, I’ll turn the vibrator back on for you.”

He gave my tummy one last stroke and left me standing tied up in the living room, tottering slightly in my high heels and hoping to high hell I didn’t fall over. Knees weak, tits threatening to pop out of my bra, pussy screaming at me for more. Whatever he had in mind for me, I just hoped it involved a gag because when I finally got to cum, I was going to be screaming so loud the neighbors would probably call the cops.

Tyler strolled back into the room like he owned everything in it, myself included. He stopped inches from my face, body heat pouring over me. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” he asked.

I nodded. At this point, I’d do anything.

“Because I can just untie you and we can watch a movie or something.”

I shook my head furiously. There was no way watching a movie on the couch right then was even a remote possibility. “I’m all yours, baby,” I said.

“Good.”

He squatted down, wrapped his arms around my butt and lifted. The next thing I knew, I was over his shoulder, thrashing and giggling as he carried me to the bedroom like a bag of laundry.

That was when the girls decided it was time to pop free from my cute little bra.

Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion.

Boyfriend Gets His Wish, Part 1

The way I see it, any guy who’ll let me tie him up is a keeper. We play games where I get to lead him around on a leash and let him worship my pussy. I’ve had more orgasms from his delicious mouth and tongue than should be legal and he doesn’t get weirded out when I handcuff him or ask him to tie me up. We give into each other’s kinks, even if I am still having to work on him letting me use a strap-on. Life goals, ladies and gentlemen, life goals. And you’ve got to give something to get something.

So when it was his birthday, I took off work early, baked him a cake, and met him at the door in my skimpiest lingerie. Black, lacy g-string. Demi-bra that let my nipples peek out. Garter belt and lace-top stockings. All black, all hugging my body. I don’t know what it is about lingerie, but when I put on that garter belt I felt a deep swell of lust inside of me. It took every ounce of control to not shove my hand down my panties and finger my clean-shaven pussy.

But today wasn’t about me. It was about Tyler and his birthday and it wouldn’t do to have him come home early and catch me rubbing my clit. That would be like coming home and finding your girlfriend playing with your birthday present. Actually, exactly like that.

When I heard his car pull up, I hustled into the kitchen, four-inch heels clicking on our tile and took one last moment to brush my hair back, make sure my cat-ear headband was in place, and get the girls adjusted in their little lacy shelf.

I fretted with how to stand. Leaning on the counter? Legs parted, trying to look tough and sexy? I settled on ankles together. Back straight, shoulders back, breasts out, holding a plate with a neatly cut slice of cake out in front of me; demure-ish, but still looking like I was presenting myself to him almost as much as I was presenting the cake.

His jaw dropped when he saw me and that familiar bulge in khakis got bigger. After three years of marriage, I still loved surprising him. I still loved the fact that my body could get a rise out of his cock.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” I said.

His big, brown eyes caressed me like a starved man at a Vegas buffet. I let him soak me in before I sat the cake down on counter and stepped far closer to him than I needed to. Took his jacket off and undid his tie.

“Come on, baby,” I told him as I took his hand. “I made you a cake.”

“Looks good,” he mumbled as he followed me.

I exaggerated my walk, swaying my hips back and forth so he’d have a good show. My heart was thudding in my ears, a pounding pulse that had almost as much to do with his eyes on my ass as my own latent nerves. Lingerie can make me feel powerful, but it also made me feel exposed. I know he’d never see me dressed up for him and laugh, but there’s always that inner voice shrieking at me that I’m not cute enough to pull off this outfit or that walk. The erection in pants was all I needed to know that babbling twat of an inner voice was wrong as usual.

I pushed him gently onto the couch and sat on his lap. One of his arms went around my back and the other tentatively rested on my thigh, like he wasn’t sure what to do with me. Perfect. A little talking, a little straddling, a little pressing myself against him and he’d warm up quickly.

“Open up,” I told him.

He looked sheepish for a moment, but opened his mouth. I fed him cake, alternating between giving him a bite and closing my eyes and moaning quietly when I took a bite. I wanted to smear it all over his chest and lick it off, but I kept my runaway thoughts in check. At least for the moment.

“So, birthday boy,” I said, “what would you like to do now?”

For all the fun we’ve had in the bedroom – and other places – he’s never been much of a talker. Usually having a doer, a guy who’ll happily tie me up and play with me, is enough, but I wanted today to be special. I wanted to know what he’d really love to do.

“Um, well,” he stammered.

I sat the plate down and straddled him, pressing my body into his and reveling in his hard cock between my legs. “It’s okay, baby. We can do whatever you want.”

His brown eyes nervously darted between me and other parts of the room. Poor baby. It had taken forever to get him to admit he liked being tied up and loved tying me up, but the effort had been worth it.

“It’s probably not something you’d like to do,” he said.

Oooh. Now we’re talking. Anal? Something public? It was getting interesting. “Try me,” I said.

“I don’t know…”

I stroked his cheeks. “Baby, my boobs are about to fall out of this bra. There’s barely enough material in my panties to make a hair tie. I can feel your hard cock between my legs. I’m a sure thing and it’s your birthday. I want to do what you want to do.”

His voice dropped low, like he was embarrassed. “I want to tie you up.”

“Good,” I mewed. “I love being tied up. How?”

“You’ll see.”

Oooh. Maybe all the shyness was an just an act. Maybe he had something delightfully sinful in mind. Good. He might not be much of a talker, but he was good at doing. And he was especially good at doing me when I was tied up.

“I love it. I can’t wait. Go on.”

“After that, we’ll just have to see what happens.”

My heart raced. There was always something scary and fun about rope. I pulled his face to mine and attacked his lips like they were a lifeline. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me in close, close enough that his body heat nearly burned my mostly naked body. I mewed and sucked his tongue into my mouth. There was something else I wanted to suck, but that would have to wait. For now, it was enough to be next to him, his arms around me, my tits pressed into his hard chest, his throbbing erection poking between my legs.

Breaking that kiss was hard. Even though I could have kissed him all night long, the siren song of rope and foreplay and his hands and mouth all over my body were too much. My panties were getting wet. My body wanted him.

I pulled my mouth away and nuzzled up into his neck with a contented sigh. “Tie me up, baby,” I whispered in his ear. “Make it tight and use me all night long. I’m all yours.”

He ran his hands up my bare sides and that familiar smirk of his crossed his lips. I love his happy smirk, it meant things were going to be great. “Stand up,” he said.

The room was warm, but felt cool without his body heating mine. My nipples poked at my bra. He looked me up and down, smiling. I could see the gears turning in his head. I imagined what he was going to do with me. Spread eagle on the bed, his face between my thighs, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of me? Me, hogtied and promising anything to be untied? On my knees, hands tied behind my back as his cock filled my mouth? Gagged? Plugged? Whatever he was going to do, he’d better do it fast because my hand was drifting between my legs.

He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

Good god, sweetie. Please hurry.

Tune in next week to see what happens to our desperate heroine.