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Teasing
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Subject: TOKUGAWA: Teasing (M/F, Light Bondage)
Reply-To: [email protected] (Tokugawa)
Date: Sat Jun 24 10:23:16 1995
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He wanted something different she thought to herself. Well, he was in
for the surprise of his life. She had come home early from work to
prepare for the surprise she would unleash upon him. Finding some of the
things she needed had been an adventure in itself, but what the evening
held in store made it all worth while.
Hauling the big chair out of the Cherokee was a great feat. She wasn't
sure if she could do it alone, but she did. She had cleared out all of
the furniture from the living room and sets the chair directly in the
center of the room. Its presence alone sets the tone for the evening.
The chair is made of a very dark wood and is oversized, similar to a
throne. The wood of the chair is stained to give it a very sinister look.
Walking into the bedroom she strips off her clothes and opens a drawer in
the back of the closet. Pulling out her fetish gear she chooses a studded
leather teddy and black fishnet stockings. Stepping into the teddy she
pulls it up over her hips and feels the leather cradle her quim. Pulling
the strap between her cheeks she gets a warm feeling spreading through her
body. Pushing her breasts together she tucks them into the leather cups.
Closing the drawer in the closet she goes to her armoire and gets a sexy
dress. Slipping the dress on she goes into the kitchen and begins to
prepare dinner. A few hours later she hears him come into the house.
Walking into the dining room he sees the table set just for the two of
them.
"What's all this?" He asks with delight.
"A little surprise I whipped up." She tells him with a mischievous
smile. Motioning for him to sit down she disappears into the kitchen. He
sits down and smiles at the trouble she has gone through and wonders what
else the evening holds.
She comes out of the kitchen with Cornish game hens and stuffing.
Setting the hens down she goes back into the kitchen and comes back out
with broccoli florets in cheese sauce and a bottle of Chardonnay. Setting
down the vegetables she pours some wine into his glass then hers. Making
sure she hasn't forgotten anything she sits down and smiles broadly at
him.
"The meal looks wonderful." He says as he lifts a hen out of the
roasting pan.
"Thank you. I have a special surprise for dessert." Once again there is
that mischievous smile. He begins to wonder what she means by special
surprise. Looking at her he tries to decipher what is going on in her
head, but she gives him her innocent look as if she has no idea what is
going on.
They eat dinner, chatting about each other's day and about the things
that have happened to them. He complements her on her cooking. When they
finish their meal she gets up and clears the table. He sits, watching her
every move as he sips on his wine. She comes out of the kitchen with her
hands behind her back. This is what he has been waiting for.
"Do you have the special dessert behind your back?" He asks coyly.
"Yes, I do." Smiling wide she walks past him and moves behind him.
"What are you doing?" He asks as he tries to turn around to see her.
"Patience's, dear. Good things come to those who wait." Standing behind
him she lowers a blindfold she had concealed over his eyes. Tying the
blindfold she helps him up and into the living room. Getting him into
position she sets him down in the chair.
He sits in the chair like a king on a throne. Perfect, she thinks to
herself. Moving quickly she closes handcuffs around his wrist. He is
shocked and tries to stop her, it is of no use. After locking his hands
she quickly goes to his ankles which are secured with leg irons. It had
taken her most of the day to find them, but it seems as if it was worth
the time and effort. After checking her work and making sure he is secure
she removes his blindfold.
"Well, I told you I had a special dessert, and here it is." She sports a
very wicked grin.
"What is all this about?" He struggles at his bonds, but to no avail.
She circles him, like a shark circling its victim. Finally after a few
minutes she stops in front of him and smiles.
"Well dear, you said you wanted something . . . different. Is this
different enough for you?" She begins to undo the buttons of her dress
very slowly and deliberately. Opening her dress she reveals to him the
studded leather teddy.
He is dumbfounded and can only nod his ascent. She slips the dress off
one shoulder and then the other. Letting it fall to the ground she
reveals her entire outfit to him. The studded leather teddy combined with
the fishnet stockings has the desired affect on him. She sees the large
bulge in his pants and licks her lips.
"Oh my, did I do that?" She asks as she strokes his crotch, feeling the
hardness there. Taking her hand from his crotch she turns with her back
towards him. She bends at the waist with her legs spread allowing him to
view her fully. He groans as he watches the wetness beginning to ooze
from her leather clad quim.
Righting herself she begins to dance in front of him. Bumping and
grinding her hips and shaking her breasts in his face. Grabbing his face
she presses her breasts against his face, smothering him in her cleavage.
Quickly backing off she dances around him.
He strains at his bonds trying to get to her and her luscious body. Try
as he may the restraints are too tight. She pulls her breasts out of the
cups of the teddy and begins to roll her nipples between her thumb and
forefingers. Her breathing quickens as the stiff little peaks extend past
her fingers.
Pulling on the nipples a low moan escapes her lips. He is mesmerized by
the show she is putting on for him. Grabbing her breasts she kneads the
firm flesh. Her eyes close and she pulls the breast towards her mouth and
lets her tongue snake forth to tease the engorged nipple. Her moaning is
louder and more insistent now. Opening her mouth she sucks as much of her
breast as she is able.
He cannot take his eyes off her now. He takes in all of her, not just
her face and chest but her entire being. She is more beautiful than he
can ever remember. She allows her breasts to fall free and they bounce
for a few seconds. He has always loved the shape, size and texture of her
breasts. They fascinate him.
She pulls the teddy down to her waist and writhes around the room. She
dances with wild abandon. Her juices escape from the matieral of the
teddy and flow down her leg. Standing in front of him she peels the teddy
off her hips and gyrates so that it falls to the floor, revealing all of
herself to him. She lets her hands roam all over her body, exploring,
probing. Finally after a prolonged period of teasing herself she allows
the waves of pleasure to come crashing over her body. He is awestruck as
he watches her.
Her breath is ragged and her heartbeat pounds in her head. She recovers
her composure after a few minutes and catches her breath. Coming over to
him she kisses him on the cheek and walks out of the room, turning off the
light.
"Hey, what about me?" He yells at the empty room. The only other sound
is the sound of her laughter. She showers and then climbs into bed with a
wicked grin on her face. He got exactly what he wanted, she thought to
herself, something different.
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