Bondage Trip
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Well, here is my first submission. It's subject is bondage and male
submission. I wrote it as a little "gift" for my husband. I am a bit nervous
about sending it. Guess you've heard that before, though!
We've been driving a long while on this very cold winter night. You wonder
where I am taking you. You can't even begin to guess since I have numbed your
senses. You are in the passenger seat next to me. Your mitted hands are on
your lap and are bound by cord. Sightless, your eyes are hidden behind a
blindfold. All you can smell is the heated air inside the car laden with the
sickening smell of the air freshener that dangles from the mirror and a hint
of my perfume. You strain your ears to hear any faint outside noises but in
vain since I have set the radio to amplify merely static. You have never had
your senses so limited. It confuses you, almost frightening you. I know
that you are lost without feeling those precious sensations that you love
but wait. Just wait.
The car stops. The engine runs to warm us. You hear a tape engage in the
player. The static ceases and is replaced with soft piano music. In your
mind you can see fingers effortlessly slide over the keys while you realize
that your own hands are still bound.
I move to you, take your face in my hands, and kiss you full on the
mouth. You want to draw me to you. Not yet my Darling. I only touch
you with my hands and my lips and only your face. I mix light kisses
with hard, deep-tongue kisses. I gently kiss your blindfold-cloaked
eyes. I nuzzle your neck now and kiss your ears. Then I fiercely nip
your lobe. You jump. Before you eract further I kiss you once again
passionately, allowing you a lingering taste of my mouth and tongue.
I sit back and watch you. You can't see my eyes exploring your body. I watch
your chest heave with accelerated breathing. Your beautiful hands struggle
for freedom from the mits and rope bindings. Although unseen, I sense that
your eyes are like caged animals--darting back and forth, trying so hard to
catch a glimpse of me--of anything. This is the worst insult because you are
so very visual. My own eyes fall to your crotch. I see that your cock also
begs to be released. I kiss you again. This time for the simple pleasure of
teasing you more. It's a long, wet, soft, deep kiss. Once again I look to
your erection and see your jeans taut around your bulging cock.
I suddenly bolt into the snowy darkness, slamming the car door behind me.
Within moments your side opens.
"I won't stand for all of this yet!" I declare and spill a load of snow onto
your lap.
You startle, jumping toward my voice but are quickly reminded that you are not
in control tonight as the shoulder strap snaps you back into your place.
I give in--a little--and take off the blindfold, kiss you sweetly, and
unbuckle the seat belt. Holding your bound hands, I urge you from the car.
It fells momentarily like you can't take your eyes from me. I hold you in my
eyes but tonight is not that kind of night for that sort of romantic sentiment
and I yank you from the car. Your legs are weak from the erection and the
assault of the snow. But gradually you adjust and the surrounding begin to
filter into your consciousness. We're at the Glasbern Inn. The seclusion and
the provisions I have arranged will be all I need to entertain you.
It's late and I already have the key. No one else is up at this hour to see
me return with my prey.
I unlock the door. It swings open and I flip the light switch. As you enter
you are bombarded sensually. Stepping in you are enveloped in warm air with
the scent of light incense mingled with the aroma of the smoldering fire that
is little more than glowing embers in the fireplace. You notice that the
entire room glows, realizing that the light bulbs have been changed to deep
orange ones. Candles flicker around the room, casting eery, yet appealing,
shadows. The room, it appears, has been transformed to a hearth itself. It
draws us in for sustanence, igniting us.
I unbind you and we embrace for a very long, luxurious moment.
But I push you awy at arms length. I lock you in my gaze and unbutton my long
wool coat. You watch as the coat falls to the floor around my heeled boots.
Your eyes move from my feet to my legs. The leather doesn't stop. I have a
body suit on, strapless. The form-fitting bodice pushes up my breasts,
creating an even more ample cleavage. Wearing full-length black leather arm
bands, my hands are free to touch, to tease, to torture.
I lead you to the bed where you see four long chiffon strips strewn.
I pull your jacket open roughly, hearing the pop of the snaps in rapid
succession. Moving behind you, I pull it from your shoulders and toss it to
the arm chair in the corner. I instruct you not to move or help unless I tell
you to do so. I stand before you again and unbutton your shirt slowly. With
each button that I undo, I lick a trail from your newly exposed chest up to
your chin. I let my mouth linger on your nipples, rolling them between my
teeth, flicking them to erect points with my tongue. The shirt finally is off
and tossed to the other side of the room, catching on the edge of the jacuzzi.
It's cuff dangles limply in the warm, softly bubbling water.
I admire your chest, caressing it with my palms. My hands move to your
shoulders and down your arms, allowing my fingers to entwine in your. I bring
your hands to my leather-clad bodice. I look into your face. You falsh me a
wink and a smile. NO! It's YOU that must remain submissive--not me. I will
not be a victim of your charm tonight.
I shake your hands from mine and slap you. You startle, stepping back a half
step. I grab your belt and pull you to me. I begin to unbuckle your pants.
Once more I see a twinkle in your eyes (You know better than to wink now) when
I pull down your jeans to find no underwear. Your erection springs out. It's
magnificent.
Looking at your cock, I fell my wetness but manage to look you in the eye and
seethe, "You pig! Lay down. Now!"
You oblige. Making loops in the chiffon, one by one, I secure your limbs to
the bed corners.
The way you writhe now in the bed, it seems to me that you are enjoying
yourself much too much. I am prepared to punish you for showing your pleasure.
But not yet.
I begin at your toes. First I rub and pull each one. Then I rub your feet--
very frimly because I know how ticklish you are. Then I suck each one-- from
the big one to the little one.
I hear you begging me to suck your cock the way I am sucking and tonguing your
toes. You plea over and over as I continue to suck your toes and massage your
legs. I reach my limit of listening to you insistent demands. I stop and
release one leg, swinging it over the other to expose your butt. The candle
light flickers on your flesh. I slap you hard four or five times. The
spanking send seering jolts through your body. Now I see a heightened red
glow on your skin.
I explain to you that you need to be cooled off now. On the night stand next
to the side that you are now facing there is a small cooler. I walk around
the bed. Standing before you I lift the lid, pluck a frozen grape from
within, and pop it into my mouth. The next one is yours. I place it in your
mouth. You are grateful for the cool, sweet, juicy morsel. My turn again.
I, too, like the coolness in my mouth. Your turn again but this time I put it
in my mouth, curl my tongue around it and bend to kiss you, pushing it into
your mouth. You want more. We repeat this ritual several times with
lingering tongue movements, exchanging juices.
Still your turn to receive the frozen fruits and wanting more I put four into
my mouth and crawl into bed with you. Your buttocks are still exposed and,
still frozen hard, I quickly shove the icey tidbits into your ass. You
flinch and shiver. Your ass aches from the cold, yet it is strangely
exciting. Gradually warmth returns.
I retie your leg and light more incense. While I'm up, I bring a warming tray
to the bedside with a sauce pan and hand towel. I wrap the towel around the
base of your cock. Then I go to the cooler for a small bottle of baby oil. I
drizzle the oil directly onto your erection. It makes you wild. You pull at
your restarints, begging me to warm it first with my hands--to use my hands to
finally coax you to orgasm. I give in to this wish. I pour more oil onto my
hands, working it over your cock. You know the way--pulling and pushing with
two fists. I watch the hot crown push through my clenched fingers. I feel
your hips move to my rythm. I match your timing, now quicker and more
intense.
Then I suddenly stop. Nothing. You moan. Your hips moveupward, searching,
like an infant rooting, desperately seeking its sustanence.
Then my touch returns to you. This time under the towel, wiping the oil from
you. I return the towel to the base again. You think that I must be ready to
give you a blow job--to finish this night. The towel must certainly be for
wiping up the spilt cum. You're wrong.
I now reach for four more grapes. While still with your view I bend my knee,
propping my leathered leg on the edge of the bed. You see for the first time
that the leather pants are crotchless. You watch as I slowly moisten each
grape and insert each one into my cunt. Then I place myself into a "69"
position with my pussy in your face. You suck and lick my clit. Then plunge
your tongue into me. I bear down slightly, just enough to deposit each grape
into your hungry mouth, one at a time.
You're waiting for my mouth on your cock. It doesn't happen. You are
finished eating me. I shift, reaching for the sauce pan that you forgot
about. You also see a baster. I see a hint of fear. I assure you that your
ass is safe this time. I squezze the bulb, release it, pulling up the warm
fluid. I let the it hover over your erect, aching cock.
I slowly allow the melted parafin to drip on your skin, like candle wax from a
flame. You feel the heavy fluid strike hard and hot then flow slowly to the
towe and solidify. I repeat the process until your cock is encased, warm and
throbbing. It looks like an erupted volcano, surrounded by white lava.
We are finally almost done. I take a wet, cold towel from the cooler and
pack it around the wax. The parafin hardens more and your cock shrinks
slightly beneath the coldness. I lift the wax off.
I now lovingly caress your cock with my hands. I pour fresh warm oil on my
fingers and bring you to orgasm. We watch as your cum shoots all over the
hands that abused you.
We lay together now, having fullfilled yet one more fantasy.
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