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A Change in Plans
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Archive-name: chg-plans
WARNING: This story contains light, consenual bondage, done in
fun between two loving adults. No torture or mutilation, etc.
If this offends you, please stop reading.
A Change in Plans
by Dulcinea
She called him to see what time he would be home that night.
They had talked yesterday about their plans for tonight, trying
to decide which movie to go to. "Did you decide what you want to
see tonight?" she asked him.
He chuckled deep in his throat. "What would I like to see
tonight?" His voice was low. "How about you, tied up, a sexy
little slave girl waiting for her master?"
"A slave girl?" She laughed. "How about a leather clad
dominatrix, ready to crack her whip at her pet?"
He was quiet for a moment. "How about we save that for
tomorrow?"
"How about you think about what movie you want to see, and I'll
get dinner ready. Okay?" He was still laughing as she hung up
the phone.
What made her decide to do it, she would never know. But she had
about fifteen minutes to get ready before he would be home.
She didn't know what a slave girl might wear, but she knew what
he would like. Red satin bra and panties, garter belt, red
stockings, and high heels. She looked at the bed and wondered
how she could tie herself up there, and decided against it.
The living room had a big hook in the ceiling where she had a
hanging plant. He wanted a tied-up slave girl, well, she would
be tied up in the living room where he would see her almost as
soon as he came in.
She had just gotten everything into place when she heard his key
in the lock. She shivered with excitement, knowing he would be
surprised, knowing that this evening would be an interesting one.
"I'm home!" he called, swinging the door open. Dropping his
briefcase on the floor next to the closet, he hung up his coat,
listening for her to respond. "Hello?" He called.
He almost didn't see her as he rounded the corner. Her muffled
cries drew his attention, his eyes quickly assessing the
situation. "Oh, my...."
She was standing in the corner, dressed in her sexy red lingerie,
hands pulled up over her head and tied to the hook in the ceiling
with a black scarf. She looked so alluring, arms stretched up
like that, her breasts thrusting towards him, her legs
beautifully shaped by the heels she wore. She'd even tied a
second scarf around her mouth, like a gag. His cock leapt to
attention, throbbing as it grew. "I take it we aren't going to a
movie tonight?"
"Mmmphhlm." She made a half-hearted attempt to struggle against
the restraints on her arms, her breasts jiggling in the red bra.
Crossing the room to where she stood, he reached out and touched
the red satin cups, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.
"Oh, man.... I can't believe you did this!" He lowered his head
to kiss the soft skin swelling over the edge of the bra, his
tongue flicking down the sweet valley between her breasts.
His hands wandered down her sides, rubbing gently, working around
to cup the satin clad cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly
against him, he pressed his hard cock against her, and her hard
nipples poking his chest. Slipping one finger into the crotch of
her panties, he felt her love juices running out, soaking the
thin material. "A little excited, are we, dear?" he chuckled.
Stepping back, he stared at her, enjoying the writhing form
before him. With casual deliberateness, he undressed, knowing
she was watching. His cock stuck straight out, slick with
precum. Stepping up to her, it rubbed against her stomach as he
leaned in close to kiss her, his lips touching hers around the
gag. His hands ran up her body now, up her arms, touching the
scarf that held her bound. Kissing down her neck and shoulders,
he untied her, guiding her arms down.
"Are you my little slave girl?" he asked. She nodded, her body
trembling as he kissed across her back and shoulders, slow kisses
in what he knew was an erogenous zone for her. Licking slowly
down her spine, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her
panties, pulling them off her his as far as he could without
unhooking the stockings.
Standing behind her, he slid the head of his cock between her
legs, feeling it glide effortlessly in between her wet pussy
lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her hard clit, making
her moan into the gag with each stroke. His hands massaged her
breasts, tweaking her nipples, nibbling on her shoulders.
She climaxed hard, her body trembling, his arms around her
keeping her from falling. The muscles of her ass squeezed around
the base of his cock, her cum pouring out down the inside of her
thighs.
Separating, he led her to the couch, fastening her arms to the
end table with the same scarf she'd used to surprise him.
Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her hips off the couch,
spreading her legs wide. Planting his hard cock inside her wet
pussy, he began to pump, thrusting his hips forward hard and
fast, his balls slamming against her ass with each stroke.
She arched her back as her orgasm ripped through her, her legs
clasping around his waist. He dropped on top of her, pressing
his face into her breasts, emptying his seed deep into her belly.
He lay there a moment, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm
pass, a deep purr of contentment coming from her with each
breath.
Removing the gag, he kissed her, his tongue wetting her dry lips.
"You really surprised me," he told her.
"I thought that was what you wanted to see," she said, a trace of
laughter in her voice. "Untie me now?"
"Untie you?" His fingers stroked the underside of her left arm,
the soft skin exposed by the way she was bound. "I don't think
so. Not quite yet. The evening is young."
He silenced her objection with another kiss, his fingers doing
things to make her squirm beneath him. "After all, you are my
little slave girl tonight, right?"
She smiled, nodding. "Tonight I am your slave girl," she said.
Her smile grew wicked. "But tomorrow, remember, you said it
would be my turn." He recalled the "dominatrix" comment she'd
made earlier.
"I think I might be in trouble," he said with a smile.
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