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Author's Note: For you, Ann. Hope you approve!
It's mid-afternoon and here I am at the airport. Today is D-day, no backing out now. I'm supposed to meet Ann here, and I gotta admit I'm a bit nervous. You never can be sure because the Internet is such an anonymous thing. From her little description of herself in her stories, plus some searching on the 'net for similar body types, I think I know what to expect. The unexpected.
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If what I've seen is any indication though, 34C-24-33 looks....well...DAMN! Being a hottie from Singapore would just be a plus! I just hope that I can keep her entertained for the week she's here. Reservations at a restaurant that serves her favorite food, my kitchen is stocked, massage oils, shopping trips and maybe a movie. Other things as well. From our e-mails, I had gotten to know more of what she wanted from her bondage sessions, and had told her some of what I wanted, too. Anonymity was okay to a point, but this was call or fold time!
There she is!! Damn hot just turned into smokin' hot!! Boots started legs that the jeans she wore outlined perfectly! (Note to self: Do not leg wrestle this woman!) A butt that you wanted to nuzzle against was there too! Her blouse had been unbuttoned down to her cleavage leaving just enough to the imagination; too much imagination in my case! Her hair fell about her face perfectly, but all I saw were eyes; dark, sexy eyes to stare into all day and all night! I had on a gray suit and tie with a purple shirt as per our e-mails, so I was easy to pick out. I just hoped that she liked what she saw. She made her way around other passengers, walking my way, hips swaying gently.
"You're beejazz", she said in more of a matter-of-fact tone than a question.
Reaching out for her hand, I kissed the back of it. Her skin was so soft, her hand so cool.
"No, I'm humbled and honored to be in your presence!", I replied. I stepped forward to pick up her bag and turned to offer an arm.
"You're so sweet!", she said as her arm went through mine and out we slowly walked to my car. The ride to my place was small talk but my car smells of her perfume a week later, or is that just in my head? (If it's my head, it can stay there!) At the house I fixed two ice waters and put on some jazz, of course, and we talked about plans for the evening. She was given a tour of the house, except for the bondage room, shown where she was sleeping and where things were in the house she might need. She was a trooper that night. Dinner out, and then the jazz concert, she managed it all. She'd even been given the option of staying home, flight and all, but she'd refused. Wow!
The next morning was breakfast in bed for Ann, with a short back massage after. The morning was spent talking, listening to music, and lounging around. (If you've seen Ann's figure, the lounging was the best part!) At noon I excused myself and started my plan. I went to my closet and pulled out the supplies I would use. Some of them were laid on her bed, and two were put in my pockets. I went back to the living room and knelt in front of Ann, my elbows resting on her knees, my head in my hands. I looked into the dark pools of her eyes.
"How are you doing so far?", I asked the woman before me.
She answered, "I'm liking this. I can't wait to see what else you have planned!"
At that, I sat up and reached into my pocket, pulling out a leather collar. I draped it over my other hand and held it up. She had no knowledge of this!
"Are you ready?" I asked.
Her eyes went back and forth between mine and the collar in my hands. She didn't breathe but I could see her mind working. She bit her lip. (sexy) She exhaled. She looked at the collar as her hands gently took it from me, as if it were fine china. Her eyes locked onto mine. She turned the collar so she could put it on, her hands passing either side of her neck. She brushed her hair out of the way as she manipulated the buckling of the collar behind her. When she was done, she brought her hands around and pinched her nipples through her blouse, then placed her hands in her lap. She licked her lips (sexy too!) and her eyes glazed over.
I pulled a leash from my other pocket and broke eye contact long enough to hook the opened end to the front ring of the collar, then resumed the eye dance. I pulled on the leash gently, eliciting a soft gasp from her! I stood up, still pulling gently on the tether between us as she followed. The leash loudly snapped closed and her body jumped, startled by the sudden sound. She moaned softly as her head rolled back and her eyes closed. Her head continued around over her shoulder and then she looked back at me, the eye dance renewed. Her mouth was open and her breath was heavy, her hands now at her luscious hips!
"On your bed you will find things I have laid out for you..." I jerked the leash. "..and you WILL put them on!..." The jerk made her cry out at it's sternness! She knew I wasn't kidding. "Do you understand?", I concluded. I couldn't help notice the little dip she made as her thighs squeezed together
and she came back up quickly. She looked away as if somehow shamed, and then said in a barely audible whisper, "Yes sir." I led her to her room.
While Ann was changing, I went to my closet and got a blindfold, then unlocked the bondage room. Back in the living room, I sat and waited for my slave. My wait wasn't long, but was definitely well worth it! Ann stood in front of me with the leash hanging between her beautiful breasts and continuing down past her nylon covered pussy. I commanded, "Hand me your leash, spread your legs, and put your hands behind your back!" Her hands pulled the leather up to its handle, and then she slowly extended her arm out to me offering the end of the leash. After I took it, she seductively spread her legs and put her hands behind her.
Ann Ann Ann....mmm..mmm..mmm. If this is a sight for sore eyes mine are getting worse every second!.. 4" heels with an open toe and ankle strap were a foot fetishists dream! Pantyhose; well you just can't go wrong. Her soft silky skin was pulled smoothly over her abs. Her breasts were moving up and down with each breath, her nipples standing tall! She breathed through her mouth, and her face was made up like she was a runway model! She looked down when I cupped each breast in my hands and her gasps turned to long slow moans. When I rolled each nipple between my fingers her head rolled back and her back arched, shoving her tits toward me,
"Turn around, bend over, and put your hands on your knees!", I ordered. Ann obeyed immediately. I put the heel of my hand just above her sex, and I started a slow journey to her neck. As my hand reached her collar, I tugged on the leash, reminding her what she was now; Mine. She grunted, her breathing more labored. I couldn't resist temptation and blew on her pussy, making her cry out in agony at the tease. Being a smart ass, I did it again! I sat back, and lightly drew my hands over her thighs as her legs spread wider! Her abs would certainly get a workout today the way she was breathing now!
When her thighs started to tremble, I slapped each ass cheek twice hard before I said, "Stand up and face me!" That did it for her. She turned around and looked up at me, but her body couldn't stop squirming! "I KNOW I told you to use the bathroom! Did you?!" I reached up to grab a nipple, and she started to say, "No sir, that's not whyEEEEEE...", as I squeezed! Her eyes widened at the pain! I reached for the other nipple as she gasped for air and tried to correct herself. "I mean yes sir, IEEEEEEEE..." I squeezed again! Her body is doing this really great dance right now. (I think we'll add that this week!) As Ann gasps huge amounts of air, I'm saying, "Well, which one is it!? Maybe this would be better if you nodded!" As she starts pleading, "Ohplease...Ohplease.." I say, "Did you use the bathroom?!" Not breaking her cadence she nods in the affirmative. I pull up on her nipples, then release them.
" NNNNUUUUHHHH...." was all she got out as her body rocked in orgasm for the first time this evening! "AAAAHHHHH.......UUUUUHHHHHH" as her body dances more for me, her face showing pure pleasure! As she came down I snapped on the leash and tugged on it forcefully. "Follow me!", I said leading the way to the bondage room, picking up the blindfold on the way. She was still in orgasm mode when we reached the door. Turning around and only saying, "Lights out!", I put on her blindfold. Her knees bent and her back arched, thrusting those lovely tits at me again!
In the room there's an air mattress blown up on the floor. At the head of the mattress is a 2' wide 2x2 stud with eye hooks at either end. It's under nine eye hooks in exposed (reinforced) ceiling beams. One has a pulley hanging from it. I lead her to the foot of the mattress, have her turn around and leave her standing there, with her arms out from her sides, her legs spread. What a sight you are, Ann! Abs moving back and forth, tits moving up and down, and the pantyhose between your legs wet with excitement! And blindfolded! Wow, let me just look for a minute!...
I kneel and do some foot teasing which, from your reaction, you like! From a shelf come suspension cuffs that are put on your wrists. Your breathing is more regular now (something I hope to change again) so I lightly stroke your arms and sides. "That tickles!", you say, laughing just a little. I blow on your nipples. Gasps from you replace the laughter, followed by a sexy moan.
"There is a mattress on the floor behind you. Lay down on it face up!" This is the next command you obey without hesitation. I turn to grab sections of rope and say, "Arms out!", and turn around. My jaw drops! There you are on a mattress, arms outstretched, blindfolded head turned to the side, 'play with me' breasts, and your left leg bent coyly over your right, hiding yourself. "Ah, a Kodak moment!", I say. You smile. You know how you look!
I kneel beside you and rope a wrist restraint to one end of the 2x2. Searching with your hand as I go to the other side, you touch the end of the stud. I attach the other cuff as you say, "But...I've never done this before!.." Silence. 'But I'm going to.' is the thought finished in your head. A moan escapes you, rising in pitch. "I see your smile is gone, are we getting nervous?" I mockingly say. A breathy "Yesss" is your answer. I reach for the nearest breast, flicking the nipple until you cry out! "Don't worry, this won't hurt me at all!", and I do mean that!
About three inches from each end of the studs, I'd drilled holes for an eye bolt/nut fixture through the stud. Between these were lengths of sturdy chain that met at a thick ring above the middle of the stud. Tying a knot to the ring and threading the rope through the pulley, I pull to lift you. "No! I can't do this!..Don't!...Pleeaasse...", you say. Sorry, Ann! I'm not the one that put the fantasy in your story for the whole world to see. Slooowwly you rise. Inch by inch..
"Stand!", I order as I tie off the the rope to a center eye hook in the stud. As I walk around you, I grab some more 'toys'. "Legs together.", I say. Something hard brushes your lips and your head jerks to the side! "Well...Uncooperative today? That's not like you at all, Miss Self-Bondage!", I tell as I hold a strap of the ball gag in my hand. "You say, 'No', but these.." as I start to play and tug at your hardened 'lovely lumps', "..tell a totally different story! Don't you just hate when your body betrays you?"
"NNUUUHHH!" you cry out, more out of frustration than pleasure from your nipples. I grab the business ends of nipple clamps in my hands and within seconds both are attached to your 'lumps'! "OOOHHH NNNOOOGMMFFFF..!!!", and there's the ball gag, being held in place by my hand over your "pretty model" face! "You write about those clamps so much in your stories, I thought for sure you'd like them here!", I jest. I feel your breath, hard and fast, on my hand. "Let's tighten this ball gag in place." I love your moans of protest, Ann!
"Y'know, I really hate to cover up these ankles.." I loop a rope a couple of times (not forgetting in between) and also tie your shoes to your pretty feet. "Rope left!...Hmmm..." I look up at you and hear your breathing through your nose, see the nipple clamps chewing away and the chain swinging between them! Rope gets wrapped around your calves to above the knees, and gets tied off. A vision of loveliness! The next things you feel are your feet leaving the floor!
Your sudden thrashing about causes the stud to rotate. Standing on a footstool helps me tie more ropes from the stud to the ceiling. I grab a whip and flogger as I say, "You wrote SOMEthing in one of your stories....oh yeah..." THWACK!! The whip tails land on your left butt cheek! Muffled screams fill the air as your body contorts wildly! "Got your attention?" as the flogger lands softly on your ass, over and over until screams turn to moans. THWACK!! on the other butt cheek! "I could do this all day!" I muse. Your head moves violently from side to side. "M mmmm!, M mmm!" "What? Were those 'No's' I just heard?" I say right before I land a THWACK!! on a butt cheek. Flogging, whip, flog, whip........ "You'll give in.", I offer.
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After five minutes (yes, I'm timing), I go around you and remove the nipple camps. You moan in appreciation! At least, that is, until the flogger strikes your breasts with a THUD! Your back arches and you cry is muffled. You eventually relax. THUD! THUD! THUD!. You struggle and moan in frustration. THUD! Cry out. Wait. THUD! Cry. Wait.... When I'm done I put the clamps back on tender nipples, a move I take it that's NOT really appreciated by you, Ann. (And here I thought you liked this stuff!)
Around to the back for another five minutes. Flog, whip. "Giving in yet?" Shorter flogging time, more whips in a row. "How 'bout now?" Longer flogging time, etc. I've got time and apparently YOU'RE not going anywhere either! I'm just listening to the song stylings of your screams, cries, and moans that fill my ears. Beautiful. Around to the front, again. Clamps off! THUDs on! (Are you sweating?! This IS quite a workout, isn't it?) "Giving in yet?...(THUD!)....How 'bout now?" I do notice a liiiittlle different song being sung, though. Back on with the nipple clamps!..
Hanging limply by your restraints, I lift your head and ask, "Have you given in yet?" Your body glistens with sweat. Your crying starts as you nod your head.....Yes. Your cheeks puff out around the gag in alternate time with your chest heaving. I remove my hand and your chin falls to your chest. Untying your knees, I spread your legs and roughly grab your pussy, squeezing it over and over. "Pain doesn't keep us from getting wet, does it?" You moan between sobs. I rub your cunt and your body starts betraying you again! Your wet thighs grab my hand repeatedly as I stroke and massage your sopping wet love.
Using one hand, I remove your gag to the cadence of , "Please....please...please..." from you. Still rubbing, I comment, "I bought a Hitachi just for you, but you MUST tell me what you want!" "I.......I....(moan)...I...(gasp)...I wanna cuummm!", you finally get out as you rub yourself on my hand. "Good girl. I just happen to have the wand attached to a board so it'll fit reeaallyy snug!" The Hitachi fits well between your thighs as I tie one end to the stud. Kneeling, I get as much of the head on, and in, your pussy as I can. Holding it, I tie the other end to the ceiling, then re-tie your knees. "It feels like a part of me!", you moan.
Giving it a few tries makes you jump at each one. Perfect! I turn it on 'High', which makes you cry out, and your legs flex! Your body struggles! 'This promises to be a great show', I think as I grab a cold soda from an ice bucket, sit down in a comfy chair..............and watch!
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