Blue Zone

A. grabbed my hand and pulled me with her towards the kitchen. “Come do a shot with me!” I was at a party thrown by my friend K., for no particular occasion other than it being a Saturday night, and there were about 30 people loitering around his medium-sized house, drinking and talking and dancing to Mercury Rev. A. had set up a little station in the kitchen with lime wedges, a salt shaker and a bottle of Cuervo, and had two shot glasses already decorated with a lime wedge on the rim. I had known her for about a year as a part of my musician social circle, but had never talked to her at any great length. She was medium tall for a girl, with long reddish-blond hair and pale, almost white skin. Her face had almost a cartoonish, anime look, with expressive eyes that were constantly in motion, a slightly upturned nose, and curvy cheekbones that framed the corners of her mouth. Sort of like a cute little bunny rabbit, I thought, while she poured out two shots and shook some salt onto the web of my hand.
“Cheers, dude!” she said, and we licked the salt and downed the shots. “So what does it take to get you to talk to a girl, anyway?”
I smiled. “Well, shots of tequila are always a good start. What do want to talk about?”
I forget what her answer was, but we talked for the better part of an hour, about topics ranging from classical mythology and lame-looking cars to the perils of having incomprehensible foreign teaching assistants, a long rambling conversation punctuated by several more shots of tequila. While we talked, I had the chance to admire her outfit: She was wearing blue jean shorts, a white blouse with the tails tied together at her navel, which flattered her ample and perfectly-shaped breasts, and most strikingly a pair of thigh-high suede leather boots with a two-inch heel, laced up the front with a strip of rawhide and stopping just over her knees. We were standing close together and got closer as we talked, ignoring the people milling in and out of the kitchen, and I was quite blatantly looking her up and down and she obviously didn’t mind. Our conversation was turning more personal; we talked about what we were like as kids, where we had lived growing up, what our ambitions were. Kind of drunk by now, I noticed at some point that we were holding hands. We did another shot, making five or six, and she tugged my hand and said “Wanna go somewhere?” I didn’t need to answer.
We slipped out the back door and walked down a flight of stairs into the back yard, which was empty and unlit. The house was on a hill, so the yard was below the living area of the house and was next to the cinderblock retaining wall at the bottom of the building. At the bottom of the stairs, I grabbed A. and started kissing her with abandon, leaning her against the railing. She replied with equal passion; we pressed our mouths together and our tongues battled for space while we groped each other. I stuck my hand down the back of her shorts and began caressing her butt through her panties. She had her hands under my shirt rubbing my back with a circular motion. This went on for what seemed like a long time but was probably only a few minutes, grinding my crotch against her crotch, pushing her up against the railing, letting her feel how hard I was.
She grabbed my head and pushed my lips away from hers. It was pretty dark out and we were under the shadow of the staircase, so I could just make out her face and see the naughty gleam in her eye. She took me by the shoulders and walked me backwards so that we were right next to the side of the house and the bottom of the staircase, completely in shadows and hidden from view to anyone in the house or in most of the yard. She leaned me back against the wall and undid the fly of my pants. Then she knelt down in front of me and pulled my pants down to my knees.
“This is because I like you,” she half whispered, looking up at me and sort of smirking, then she took my cock in one hand and started sucking on it. I leaned back against the wall and watched her head move back and forth, the slight wobbliness from the tequila made the sudden shift of focus more intense. She held the base of my cock with one hand and pumped her mouth over the head and shaft, steadying herself with her other hand holding my thigh. No porn star-style licking and teasing, just going to town, although whatever she was doing with her tongue felt great. I didn’t think I was going to able to come because of the booze and worrying about getting caught – we were only about six feet from the back door - but it felt so good and she looked so hot kneeling there in her skimpy outfit and tight leather boots that I got completely caught up in the blowjob and forgot about our surroundings. I leaned back against the wall, gazing at her ass sticking out and the top of her head, and came in about three or four minutes, grabbing her hair and guiding her head back and forth as I did, slowing her down like I was working a gearshift.
She stood up and pressed herself up against me, her jeans pleasantly rubbing up against my naked, still half-erect cock. She kissed me again – she had swallowed my come – and our lips dallied for a minute, her tongue playfully aggressive, her hands brushing my bare ass. “Let’s go back to my place,” she whispered into my ear. Again, I didn’t need to answer. She stepped back and I pulled my pants up, then I took her hand and led her though the yard to the street behind. We walked down the quiet streets to her apartment, which was about five blocks away, holding hands and occasionally looking wordlessly at each other, speaking dirty thoughts with our eyes then bashfully looking away. We stopped a couple of times to kiss again, our lips pulled together by a sudden wave of desire, then pulled apart just as suddenly by the sudden frantic desire to be alone together where we could do as we pleased.
We got to her place and she led me immediately to the bedroom as soon as she had locked the door behind her. She flitted about the room lighting a few candles and adjusting the shade of a lamp, then turned off the overhead so that the room was just bright for us to see each other, but touched with shadow everywhere, like the exact moment of twilight. I took my shirt off and threw it on the floor. Her bed was big and comfy looking, a brass four-poster with clothes hanging from the rails. After she adjusted the mood to her liking, we embraced and started kissing again, and I untied the knot at her belly and took her blouse off. Her bra was lacy and purple, a fact that had somehow escaped my notice before. I took only a moment to admire it before undoing the clasp and pulling it over her head. I grabbed her boobs, which looked as good naked as they had dressed up, and started suckling on her nipples, flicking my tongue against them until they stood up and I could gently roll them between my teeth. Her hand were at my crotch, trying to undo my fly, but she couldn’t quite reach it while I was bent over with my head against her breasts. I stood up and grabbed her hips, then undid the fly of her shorts and started to lower them down her hips.
“Wait a minute,” she said, “I have to take the boots off first. They’re too tight.”
“Aw, I like the boots,” I said, running my finger around her waist just under the elastic of her panties. “I was kind of hoping you would leave them on.”
“I would, but I can’t.” she giggled, liking the idea. “Just wait a minute.” She stepped back, sat on the edge of the bed and started to unlace the dark suede boots. The laces were rawhide, tied at the top just above her knee with a standard bow and crisscrossing all the way down the front of the boot. She pulled the laces loose from each set of eyelets, working her way halfway down the front until the boot was loose enough that she could wriggle it off her foot with both hands, lying on her back on the bed and giving me a lovely view of her jean-clad ass while I stood there in front of her. She was right, they were awfully tight. She dropped the boot to the ground and repeated the procedure with the other one. She slid her jeans off while still lying on her back on the bed, showing off her matching purple panties to maximum effect. Then she rolled forwards and stood up, sliding her panties to the ground while gyrating her hips in a salacious little dance and looking at me smokily. Naked, she stepped towards me and put her arms on my shoulders, linking her hands behind my head. Our eyes locked.
“Put the boots back on,” I said.
“Put the boots back on?” she blinked.
“I like them.” I took her hips and pushed her back to the edge of the bed, then stepped back and crossed my arms.
She smiled the same naughty smile that she had when she was blowing me behind the house. “Yes, sir,” she said mockingly. She picked up the left boot and sat down on the bed. She slid it onto her leg and began pulling the laces tight, working her way up the boots, a process that took somewhat longer than the unlacing. She kept her foot on the ground when she put them on, leaning over the edge of the bed with her hair hanging down in front of her face. As she started lacing up the second one, I took off my shoes and pants. My cock was fully hard again, and I idly stroked it while I watched her pull the leather strips through the eyelets and finally tie the knot on top. She had laced them tightly, and she curve of her calves were visible, sheathed in suede. She looked up at me and ran her hands up and down her own thighs, which looked almost pale and ethereal contrasted to the dark leather of the boots. “How’s that?”
“That’s very good.” I said. Before she could respond, I knelt down in front of her, between her outstretched legs, and grabbed her ankles with both hands. I lifted them up and she flipped over onto her back, with a little yelp of surprise. Still holding her ankles, I stuck my head between her legs and started licking her pussy, which was already slightly swollen with arousal and quickly became wet. Her giggling response soon subsided to a low hum, in time with the slight rocking back and forth of her body as my tongue lapped up against her clit and pushed its way into her folds. After a few minutes, my arms got tired and I let her ankles descend to the floor; I started using my hands and tongue together, pushing two fingers in and out while my tongue focussed on her clit. She started moving faster and moaning louder, and after a few minutes she came, arching her back and clawing loosely at my head with her hands.
I stood up and rubbed my cock against her wet crotch, her legs dangling over the side of the bed. Not giving her a chance to relax, I pushed her towards the center of the bed. Climbing on, I knelt upright between her legs and slid my cock into her, her legs spread wide and bent at the knee. She reacted quite vocally as I entered her, her arms thrown back, her eyes closed, her head rolling back and forth. I took one foot in each of my hands and lifted her legs up into the air, thrusting into her hard and slow, and her sighs got louder and longer, drawn-out “ohs” trailing off into soft raspy breathing. When I felt near to coming, I dropped her legs and lay down on top of her. I started thrusting faster, holding my face next to hers so that our cheeks were touching. She wrapped her arms around me and crossed her ankles behind my knees; I could feel the suede brushing against my calves. When I came, she wrapped herself around me even tighter, and we buried our faces in each others shoulder and lay there for a moment feeling spent and completed.
When I rolled sideways off her, suddenly I was drunk again. I reached over for her hand and we lay there for a while staring at the ceiling, which must have been spinning just as much for A. as it was for me. A. got up, blew out the candles, turned off the lamp, and collapsed back into bed, snuggling up against me with one arm over my chest and her head on my shoulder. I pulled the sheet over us from where it had been pushed aside and we fell asleep that way, listening to each other breathe. In the morning, A. would laugh ruefully at herself for having fallen asleep in thigh boots. But right now, it all felt pretty good.

We walked from the hot crowded bar to my car in the crisp autumn air. A. had never seen Gretchen Phillips before and had loved her, particularly her song about seducing women at the YWCA pool. We had been seeing each other for about three weeks now, hanging out at bars and going to rock shows a couple times a week and having lots of sex. Usually after a night of drinking we would crash at her place in town, but I had held off on getting too drunk so that we could drive out to my place, which was a few miles out of town. I had a secret agenda. I had decided that tonight I was going to introduce A. to some of my fantasies. I knew it wouldn't come as a big shock to her; she had made a crack a week ago about hearing from one of her girlfriends that I was "too kinky to date". Well, we would see tonight whether she agreed.
Once home, we were soon lying naked on my bed, kissing and petting. I rolled on top of her and she lay back with her hands at her sides passively. I think she read my mind and suspected what I was up to, because when I picked up the bandana from the bedstand she smiled slyly at me, almost conspiratorially. "Oh, I feel so dominated," she smirked as I tied it around her eyes. I already had ropes tied to the posts of the headboard, and she laid her hands into position so I could wrap them around her wrists. As I pulled her right hand closer to the bedpost and started to wrap the rope around it, she struggled against me briefly and said, as if she'd suddenly realized it, "You're going to tickle me!" I held her wrist firmly with one hand and pulled the knot tight while she grabbed at me with her other hand, and then she surrendered, and let me pull her left arm across the bed, and tie her other hand to the post. Her face had changed ever so subtly, from feisty and playful to demure, expectant, just slightly nervous, her lips slightly and unconsciously parted. I got up and tied her feet to the posts at the end of the bed, and then just stood there for a minute and looked at her, naked, blindfolded, spread out and helpless before me, waiting for pleasure, mine or hers as I chose.
I went to the closet and got out the whip. It was a cat-of-nine tails, with a big studded leather handle about two inches thick and five strips of leather about three feet long. I dangled it above her and let the leather thongs drag across her body, slowly. She had gotten very quiet and passive, and squirmed around at the feeling of the lashes caressing her skin. I traced my fingers lightly across her inner thighs and she jerked, but she was tied too tightly to get away from my touch. I lay on top of her and we kissed for a while; she pressed her lips and tongue hard to mine, and I teased her, pulling back just out of her reach, stroking her lips with my finger, hearing her breathing speed up and the tiny, almost soundless squeals of frustration. I took the end of one of the whip thongs and lightly swatted at her breasts with it, making her back arch and slightly raising the volume and pitch of her sighs. I knew she wouldn't like actually being whipped hard; but knowing that I could have, that she had allowed herself to be made helpless for me, consented to whatever I chose to do to her, was a beautiful feeling, tender and fierce at the same time. I took the whip handle and put it between her legs; she was very wet and squirmed furiously as I rubbed the studded leather of the handle against her pussy. Then I put the handle between her lips and made her suck on it, sliding my fingers into her as I did. I fingered her for a while like that, stroking her clit with my thumb and getting her close to coming while I pushed the whip handle in and out of her mouth, her lips moving gently around it, her eyes still blindfolded. Then I put the whip aside and straddled her chest, and put my cock in her mouth, and she sucked it with enthusiasm, wound up and horny and ready to serve. When I felt close to coming, I pulled back and she kept her mouth open, her lips moving slightly, her tongue searching.
I went back to teasing her with the thongs of the whip, for a long time, occasionally stroking her thighs and pussy and pinching her nipples, never touching one spot for long, getting her frustrated and hot. I moved down to the end of the bed and licked her for a while, then I went back to using my fingers and this time she came, arching and pulling against the ropes, her mouth wide open, her sighs loud and throaty now. While her mouth was open I took the whip handle again and put it crossways between her lips, like a bit, slightly muffling her sounds in a way I found quite fetching. I grabbed her hair, pushed her head back into the pillows, and entered her with my cock, thrusting up and down as far and hard as I could at first, then after a minute or two settling into a steadier rhythm. I took the whip-gag out of her mouth and kissed her, then put it back between her teeth again and squeezed and slapped her breasts and held her hair while I pumped away, then more kissing with my arms wrapped around her back and neck. Despite all the buildup, I managed to last a while before coming, ten minutes before putting my hands on her shoulders and thrusting spastically into her. She was coming again too, and after I came I lay on top of her for a while, kissing her face and neck and tasting her sweat and the traces of her come still on my face. She lay there and breathed slowly and irregularly, pushing her body against mine, trying to close her spread legs around me. As I took off her blindfold, she whispered "You are my god." I untied her arms and legs, and then we lay there and held each other long into the night before falling asleep.

I kissed her lightly on the lips and said “I have to go do some work in the shop. It should take about thirty minutes.” We were sitting on the couch after watching a movie, leaning against each other and both very obviously feeling amorous, but I really did have to go get this work done before the morning. The shop was next door, so I wasn’t exactly going anywhere, but she pouted slightly and pressed her body up against me, trying to get me to pay attention to her now. I stood up and took her hand and kissed it.
“I’ll just be a while.” We looked at each other. An idea seemed to come from the intersection of our desires.
“I think I’d better tie you up while I’m working,” I said. A few weeks ago, I had tied her hands together in front of her and cinched the rope around her waist while I went to the store for a few things. I teased her by rubbing my crotch in her face while she lay on the couch before I left, and when I got back she was all over me as soon as I walked in the door, completely turned on by the control I exerted over her from a distance and the physical reality of her willing submission. We had both been totally turned on. Tonight we would take it a little further.
“I’ll go get ready,” she said, “come upstairs in a few minutes.” She was smiling in that sly way that I love, completely into the game and her role as ingenue.
I went into the shop, turned the lights on, and got a few things ready. Then I went back into the house and went upstairs to the bedroom. The sight that awaited me was as beautiful as anything I’ve ever seen. She was sprawled on the bed, completely naked except for a pair of elbow-length green silk opera gloves that I had never seen her wear before. She had scattered flower petals on the bed around her, like a princess or a fairy in a Maxfield Parrish print; a few of the petals lay on her pale white skin. Her arms and legs were outstretched towards the corners of the bed, awaiting the ropes. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling broadly, quivering slightly with anticipation.
I took the ropes from their box under the bed and began. I tied her left wrist, the one closest to me, to the bedpost with just a couple inches of slack. Then I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her chest so I could tie her right wrist to the other post. I tied the rope around her wrist and wrapped the other end around the post, pulling it taut so that she was fully extended across the king-size bed. Kneeling over her, I pinched her nipples a couple of times to make her squeal, then bent over and kissed her for a while, stroking her hair and enjoying the feel of her naked torso between my fully-clothed legs. Then I rolled off her and tied her legs to the endposts, again pulling the ropes as taut as possible before tying the knots, so that she could hardly move except to wiggle back and worth and heave her chest in a way I found quite exhilarating. I took a bandana and tied it around her still-closed eyes. She sighed lustily, as if this final piece of bondage had taken her into the realm of complete submission.
I stood back and looked at her for a while, taking in her helpless beauty, neither of us saying anything. Then I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, just barely touching her labia, and said “Okay then, I’m off to work. See you in a while.” And gave her thigh a little squeeze.
“Nooo,” she said petulantly. Her skin was flushing slightly and she was obviously excited. I decide to tease her some more before leaving her. I straddled her chest again and began stroking her lips with one hand, while I reached backwards with the other and gently petted her pubic hair. She took my fingers in her mouth and sucked on them greedily, pushing her body up against me and making seductive noises. I was insanely turned on but determined to be a tease and to make her wait. I unzipped my pants and took my cock out, but instead of giving it to her right away I rubbed it on her face and then pulled back, slapped her cheeks with it, and held it just out of reach as her lips and tongue searched for it and she got more and more worked up. After a minute I leaned forwards and slipped it between her lips, and she sucked passionately while I held her hair and gently thrust into her mouth. I had intended to just let her suck for a while and then leave, to get her as horny and frustrated as possible, but once the blowjob started I knew that I wouldn’t last long and I was pretty crazily horny myself. So I decided to come, but when I started coming after a minute or two, I pulled out of her mouth and leaned back on my heels, jacking myself off and coming on her tits and neck. The cry of surprise she made when she realized what I was doing was priceless. I shook a few drops of come off the end of my still-hard cock and quickly slid off the bed, deliberately not touching or caressing her, and zipped up my pants.
“Okay, now I’m really off to work. Might be a while. You going to wait up for me?”
“I can’t believe you did that. You totally suck.” she said, half meaning it. My come was puddled between her breasts and dripping slowly down the side of her neck. “Don’t be too long.”
“It’ll take as long as it takes, sweet.” I said. “You can’t rush quality work. You’ll just have to amuse yourself somehow until I get back.” I leaned over and planted a big wet kiss right on her pussy, then walked down the stairs and left, listening to her cooing and sighing, trying to draw me back to her with her voice..
I spent about 20 minutes in the shop, spraying some coats of finish on a few pieces and thinking about what I was going to do to the naked blindfolded girl tied to my bed and sticky with my come when I got done. Seldom have I enjoyed work more. After briefly considering the erotic possibilities of the airbrush, I closed up the shop again and went back to the house. I crept up the bedroom stairs, hoping to sneak up on her, but she heard me anyway. “How was work?” she said in a mock-normal voice.
“Good.” Her skin was still flushed and the come had dried into little white splotches between her breasts. The entire effect with the opera gloves and the bondage and the flower petals still gave me butterflies just to gaze upon her. “Did you try to get away?”
“No, I was a good girl. I just waited for you.”
“You couldn’t get away anyway,” I said, tugging on of the ropes around her ankle.
“No, you’re a very good master. I’m completely helpless.” She said it with a flirty little-girl voice.
“I can do anything I want to you.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I was thinking I would fuck you.”
“Oh goody! I like that.”
“Eventually.” I walked downstairs again into the kitchen and got a few ice cubes out of the tray. After waiting a few minutes for dramatic effect, I went back upstairs.
“Now?” she said hopefully.
“You look hot,” I said, and ran the ice cubes over her nipples. She squealed loudly and her whole body jerked. I rubbed the ice on her breasts, face and belly; the combination of melting ice, come and her sweat made her flesh glisten. I teased her labia with the ice and started playing with her clit. She got very vocal, rolling her head back and forth and making long, high-pitched moans. When I thought she was about to come, I stopped and took my clothes off. I got on top of her and started rubbing my hard cock against her pussy, kissing her ears and the side of her face, brushing up against her nipples, teasing her with my whole body now. She was going wild, thrashing around and pulling on the ropes and calling out my name. I entered her with my cock and started thrusting, using her hair to pin her head to the mattress with one hand, and she started coming wildly, her mouth wide open, her body alternately tensed up and completely slack, wordless sounds of ecstasy coming from her throat. I came after another minute or two, grinding my crotch into hers, grabbing her in my arms and squeezing us together.
We lay there for a while, breathing and recovering, exchanging tiny little kisses. I took her blindfold off and kissed her eyes and we looked at each other for a while.
“Can I be untied now?” she said after awhile, her voice dreamy and spent.
“Maybe.” I slid out from her and pushed myself up. “I might have some more work I need to get done.”
She smiled and closed her eyes.

It was about midnight when I called. “Hey babe. What are you up to?”
“Nothing much, I’m just sitting around the house watching some bad movie on TV about an alligator. What are you doing?”
“I’m coming over. See you in a bit.” I hung up while she was saying that would be cool, and something else. I like to play the man of mystery a bit sometimes.
It was October; the air was cool and crisp as I got in my car. I had just finished a big, complicated job in the shop, which was going to pay some bills that needed paid so I was in an expansive mood and wanted to celebrate. It was about a 25 minute drive to A.’s place. She had left the downstairs door open, so I went in, locking it behind me, and went upstairs into her apartment which was also open. She was sitting on the edge of her bed talking on her cell, wearing old jeans and a t-shirt. She waved when I walked in and kept talking on the phone. I walked up to her and stood between her legs, with my hands on her knees, and began kissing her ear, brushing my chest up against hers. She talked for a few more moments, then said “OK, someone just came over, I have to go, see you.” And dropped the phone on the bed. She turned her face to mine and we kissed deeply. I moved my right hand to waist and started probing beneath the hemline of her jeans.
She pulled back and looked at me slightly sheepishly. “So, that was K. and L. – they’re coming over here in a while. I haven’t seen them since they got back, and they’re – “ I stopped her mouth with a kiss, as Shakespeare would say, and continued my assault on her defenses of modesty, reaching under her panties to stroke the cleft of her ass, pressing her body up against mine, holding the underside of her calf with my left hand and raising her leg up slightly so that she was a little off-balance. We hadn’t seen each other in about a week, and I could tell that she was hungry for me too. She would try to move away from me, pulling back her lips or sliding her body away from me, but I would follow with my caresses and she would fall back into my orbit with a tiny inaudible sigh. After five minutes, I had unhooked her bra and was playing with her boobs underneath her shirt, and she lay back with her hands outstretched and closed her eyes, signaling her surrender to me. I unzipped her pants and pulled off her pants and panties with one motion, over her bare feet and onto the floor. I grabbed her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her to the edge of the bed so that her legs hung down and her feminine charms presented themselves to me. I dropped my pants to my knees and entered her, noting with satisfaction that she was already quite wet. She met my thrusts resting on her elbows and undulating in time to our rhythm, but was quieter than usual, as if she was distracted.
Her phone rang on the bed next to her. “Don’t answer it,” I said. I had almost forgotten about K. and L. coming over in my excitement. She started to reach for the phone, then stopped. “Don’t answer it,” I said again, and slapped her ass hard for emphasis. A. put her head down on the bed between her arms. It rang four more times and stopped. I kept pumping in a slow, steady rhythm, not fast enough to come. Minute later, the phone rang again. “I have to,” she said, and picked up the phone despite another slap on the ass. I kept fucking her while she talked; I have no idea how she managed to keep her composure. The conversation was brief. “They’re downstairs, I have to go let them in.” She was apologetic, almost wheedling.
I pulled out suddenly, which made her gasp. We pulled our clothes on in silence and she went downstairs to open the door. I went into the kitchen and greeted K. and L. when they came in. They had just gotten back from a trip to Costa Rica, so there were pictures to show and stories to tell. They had brought a bottle of wine with them, so ee sat around the kitchen table drinking and talking, having a fine time. I found that if I looked at A. in a certain way when no one else was looking, I could make her blush, which I enjoyed. At one point, I caught A. off guard in the hallway on her way back from the bathroom, while the other were still in the kitchen where they couldn’t see us, and I pushed her shoulders against the wall with my forearm, holding my face close to hers, and with my other hand I unzipped her pants and started stroking her pussy through the fabric of her panties. It was still damp, and I rubbed the fabric in between her lips, while she squirmed and pushed against me and said “nooo” in a breathy whisper. I did that for half a minute, then let her zip herself up and walk back into the kitchen.
They hung out for about an hour or so, until we finished off the bottle, and by then it was quite late so they bid us adieu. We all walked down the stairs to the outside door, at the end of the short hallway, and waved goodbye as they walked across the yard. A. took her key out her pocket and locked the door, and we were alone again. While she put the house key back in her pocket, I undid the fly of her jeans.
“Baby, wait..”
“No,” I said. “No more waiting.” I pulled down her pants and wrapping my arms around her from behind, stuck my fingers roughly in her crotch. I leaned against her so that her face and breasts were pressed up against the door and began stroking her pussy with two fingers, massaging her clit with the heel of my hand. The door was made of glass panels, with a curtain on the outside, so it was cold and we could see outside a little bit past the edge of the curtain. A. was once again trapped between passion and common sense, as it was not inconceivable that someone else who lived in the building would come by and find us. And once again, passion won. I pulled down my pants with my other hand while I fingered her and slid my cock into her, pushing her pelvis up against the glass door. The door rattled slightly as we humped against it, and as I started pushing faster I thought we might break it, so I took A. by the hips and spun her around so she was leaning against the wall, propping herself up with her hands so that her torso was at a 45 degree angle. I started moving faster, holding onto her butt with both hands and thrusting in and out until I came, a well-earned orgasm if ever I’d had one. I slid out of her slowly this time and pulled up my pants. She had kicked hers completely off, and I picked them up for her. She seemed a little dazed; I offered her my arm in an attempt to be gentlemanly. We started walking back up the stairs to her apartment.
“Did you come, babe?” I asked.
“Mmm – no, not really”
“You will.”

She put her panties on the pile of her other clothes on the couch and stood there naked, eyes cast modestly downward. It was playtime again, and I had told her to take her clothes off in the living room while I went into the bedroom to get a few things. I had made plans earlier that day for something a little more intense than our usual bondage sex sessions, and was playing the part of master a little more assertively than usual. I came downstairs with the selected toys and put the collar on first, a black leather dog collar with a leash made of rope about three feet long that hung down between her breasts. I walked behind her and put the leather cuffs on her wrists, attaching them together with a quicklink. Still standing behind her, I held the big red ball gag up to her lips, and he obediently opened them and took the ball in her mouth; I buckled it tightly behind her head. I stood there for a while and admired my slave, watching her blush slightly as I looked her up and down, naked and helpless, exposed for my pleasure. I ran my fingers lightly over her, feeling the warmth of her flushed skin, her tense muscles, the traces of moisture on her labia. I had a riding crop tucked into my belt but didn't use it yet. I took her leash and pulled her across the apartment, to the door leading to the back rooms.
The apartment was built inside of an old barn that also housed my shop, and out the back door of the apartment there were some unfinished rooms that I used for storage but were mostly empty, and past those rooms was the large unlit expanse of the barn itself. The floors were alternately cement slab, wooden platforms and packed dirt, the roof was about 40 feet high, there were random piles of junk everywhere and the walls were unfinished oak. It had been a long time since it had been used as a barn, so there was no hay or animal smell; the ambiance was more run-down deserted storehouse, dirty and spooky. A. had never been in the barn, having never found any reason to explore beyond my comfy little apartment and the shop space where I worked. I pulled her into the back room and opened the glass door leading into the barn. When I started thru the door, the leash went taut. I looked back at her and she shook her head and said "mmmm-mmm" thru her gag - she clearly did not like this idea. I found her sudden willfulness completely adorable and pulled on the leash, saying "Come on!" like I was talking to a recalcitrant pet. She shook her head again and whimpered some more, but after a while she realized that I was getting my way, and followed me into the barn, head bowed in submission and fearfulness.
I led her a short way into the darkness of the cavernous barn, about ten feet away from the open door which was the only source of light. There was a big oaken beam running across half the length of the barn, part of a wall that was no longer there, about six and a half feet off the ground, and another beam that ran parallel to it along the floor, with a few smaller 3" boards spaced in betweeen. Earlier in the day I had screwed eyebolts into these beams at strategic locations, and now I took my little captive over to the beam and unlinked her wrist cuffs, and attached the quick link to one of the eyebolts on the upper beam, and the other wrist to an eyebolt about three feet away, so her arms were spread out over her head. There were matching rings on the lower beam, and I used ropes to tie her ankles to these, again pulling them about three feet apart so that her body made a X, her naked body stretched out and exposed in the midst of the shadowy expanse of the barn, framed by rough wood and cement. I stepped back to enjoy my handiwork and she looked at me with a piteous vulnerability in her eyes, obviously scared and unhappy with her situation but knowing that she was there to please me, that I relished her submission and that her fear and discomfort was her gift to me. I hadn't expected her to be so viscerally afraid, but I was completely turned on by her involuntary reactions.
I walked closer to her and started teasing and fondling her, running by hands lightly up and down her body, kissing her nipples and throat, grabbing her ass and pulling her crotch against mine. She was too wound up to relax and enjoy my touch; she squirmed and flexed, like she was being tickled, but she was spreadeagled so tightly she could barely move. The noises she made were whimpers of nervousness rather than sighs of pleasure. After teasing her for five minutes or so, I walked around the other side of the beams that she was tied to. Her eyes followed me frantically, wide with fear, as I walked and she tried to say something incoherent behind the gag - she was afraid that I was going to walk off into the darkness and leave her hanging there, alone and bound in the shadows. "I'm not going anywhere" I said, and reached around and touched her from the other side of the narrow boards that her back was against. I took the riding crop and lightly swatted her ass a couple of times, which she barely reacted to, lost in her frightened reverie. I grabbed her hair, held her head up straight, and whipped her ass again, a little harder each time until I got a satisfying cry. When I let go of her hair, she turned her head to look at me again with a wondrously open expression of submissive pleading, her body limp in her bonds, her eyes reaching out for me. I walked around the beams and stood in front of her again.
"Are you scared?" I said. She nodded her head yes, not trying to speak.
"Do you trust me?" She nodded again.
"Would I let anything happen to you?" I said, reaching around her protectively. She shook her head no and rested it on my shoulder while I held her and caressed her back and bottom. My hands worked their way around to her pussy, and I began fingering her with my right hand, holding and stroking her body with my left. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, and I alternated playing with her clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her until she was wet and excited. I knelt down and untied her feet, taking a moment to languorously kiss her wet pussy, and detached her wrist cuffs from the rings, snapping them together behind her back again. I led her back into the apartment by her leash, into the warm familiar confines of the living room. I pushed her down onto her knees and tied the leash to the leg of an armchair; her body was still trembling slightly, flushed and faintly covered with sweat even though the air was cool. Massively excited, I took my pants off and knelt down behind her; after the intensity of the scene in the barn, my hard cock sliding into her was a familiar animal moment grounding us both in the act of fucking. I fingered her with my cock inside until she came, kneeling with her head resting on the carpet, bound arms sticking up behind her, moaning into the red gag. Then I pushed her all the way to the ground and started thrusting wildly; I came after only a few minutes, totally high on power and lust, like a conqueror. I lay there for a few minutes, running my fingers over her hair and kissing the back of neck, then I got up and put my pants back on. I made her complain for a while, playfully begging through the gag while she lay there spent, before I untied her and we went off to bed.

It was the kind of spring day in the countryside where the air is just slightly humid and has an electric sweetness to it, alive with the barely perceptible smells of trees and flowers. The sky was flawlessly blue with just a few thin white clouds hovering as is to provide a nice decorative accent. We had decided to have a picnic and had hiked about a mile away from my place on the stretch of undeveloped land behind it, about 200 acres with no road access, just a few hunting trails. The spot we picked out for lunch was a grassy spot at the base of a gently sloping hill, a little miniature glen in what was mostly a wooded area, with a two big trees on the side of the hill providing some shade. They were larger than most of the trees in the area; being on a hill must have protected them from the clearcutters. We had packed sandwiches, and some cheese, and a half a bottle of wine, and were lolling around on a blanket, nibbling on the cheese and staring into the endless sky. I had also brought some rope with me in my pockets. I had a surprise in mind.
"Pass me the chocolate mousse, would you?" I said. I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head, kicking one foot up into the air.
"I don't think we have any chocolate mousse, babe." She was also lying down with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. She was wearing an old t-shirt and cutoff jeans.
"Didn't I tell you to bring chocolate mousse?"
"No, I think you forgot," she lilted.
I stood up. "I know I told you to bring chocolate mousse," I said - of course I hadn't. "Must you always disobey?"
The word "disobey" tipped her off as to what was on my mind. "I'm very good!" she said indignantly. "If you wanted chocolate mousse, you should have said so and I would have gotten you some." She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. "Don't I get you anything you want?"
"You're not getting me chocolate mousse. You're just arguing with me." I walked over to stand at her feet. "Stand up."
"Why?"
"Because you're a bad girl who doesn't do as she's told. And if you don't, I'll make you."
She curled her lip into a pout. "Chocolate mousse!" she said scornfully as she stood up. She looked me in the eye, trying to look cross and disdainful, but she couldn't help the mischievous smile that fluttered across her face.
I grabbed her wrists and held them together in front of her with one hand while I pulled a short length of nylon rope out my pocket with the other. She pretended to resist, tugging her arms away and thrashing her body about, so it took me a minute to get her hands tied together in front of her, the rope loosely coiled around her wrists. I took another, much longer piece of rope out of my back pocket - I was wearing cargo shorts with big pockets - and cinched one end it around the first rope between her wrists, so that the loops were nice and tight now. Realizing that she was really tied up now, her playful attitude changed almost imperceptibly; the game had gotten just a little more serious. But just a little. "I'm not a bad girl!" she announced, stamping her foot on the ground.
"If you're not a bad girl," I said, "why are you tied up?" While she tried to think of a good retort, I pulled her over to the nearest tree, the big one at the very base of the hill, with the rope around her wrists. I threw the coiled end over a nice sturdy branch that was about eight feet off the ground, caught the it as it fell, and yanked on the rope so that her arms were pulled way above her head, catching her off guard. She made a wordless exclamation of surprise and tried to pull her hands back down, but because of the friction of the rope going over the branch I was easily able to keep her arms where they were with one hand. With my other hand I tickled her - she was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and with her arms stretched up, her armpits were exposed and were easy prey for my fingers. She shrieked and laughed and tried to sway away from me; she even kicked at me but the kick just made her lose her balance and almost fall over; I had to grab the rope with both hands and pull her upright again by her wrists. That obviously hurt; she pouted and glared at me, with just enough real anger to be cute. "Ow!" she said.
"Well, see what happens when you kick?" I took the end of the rope I was holding and passed it between her arms, wrapping it around the coils holding her wrists together a few times, then tied it off so that she was secured to the tree with her arms held securely above her. About a foot of rope hung from the knot and brushed against her forehead. I stepped back and looked at her with what must have been a very smug grin on my face. "See what happens when you're bad?"
I had spent a lot of time wandering around this bit of land and knew that nobody else ever came out here except during hunting season. So I knew that the chances of our being interrupted were extremely remote. I unzipped her shorts and dropped them to the ground, showing off her light-blue panties with frilly white trim.
“Babe!” she said, with real apprehension “What if someone walks by?”
“Well, then I guess they’ll see your butt.” Not wanting to freak her out too much, I leaned towards her ear and said softly, “Don’t worry, no one’s going to come by here. We’re alone.” I stepped back and dropping the soothing tone and said “Now it’s time for your punishment.:
“This isn’t my punishment? Tied up half-naked in the woods?”
“Half-naked’s not going to cut it, I’m afraid.” I lifted the hem of her t-shirt over her head and tied the two sides of it together tightly around her elbows, so that her head was covered by the inside-out shirt and pinioned between her arms. The cloth was thin, so I knew that she could see through it a little bit. Now she hung there in her bra and panties, pale skin exposed to the humid spring air. I unhooked her bra and lifted it from her breasts, tucking it into the neck of her upturned shirt and wrapping it around her neck to keep it out of the way. I took a moment to kiss her nipples and roughly fondle her ass before pulling her panties down. They fell to her ankles, joining her shorts, and she was completely exposed from her neck down to her feet. I circled around her and started groping and squeezing her from behind, pressing my crotch tent against her ass while I roughly squeezed her tits and stroked her thighs and pubes. She wiggled back and forth, being uncharacteristically quiet, wordlessly murmuring and pressing up against me. I did this for about four minutes, gradually touching her clit more and more which made her wriggling progressively more animated, then I stepped back and smacked her on the ass, which made her give a tiny little shriek.
I walked over to a sapling about ten feet away and pulled off a little branch that was about two feet long and about three quarters of an inch diameter at its thickest point. I started stripping off the leaves and buds, smoothing down the surface. I stood in front of her so she could kind of see what I was doing, although with the t-shirt over her head I wasn’t sure just how much she could make out.
“Am I punished yet?” she said hopefully.
“Not yet.” I finished making my switch and walked over beside her, swishing it in the air a couple times so she could hear the sound. “Pick a number.”
“Umm…two?”
I touched her bottom with the switch and ran it back and forth over her smooth skin. “Not high enough.”
A pause. “Seven?”
“I guess I’ll pick.” I swatted her with the switch, firmly but not very hard. She shrieked again and her body flexed, her hips moving forwards away from the blow but then falling back to keep her balance. Her shorts and panties were still bunched around her ankles so she couldn’t spread her feet apart to get a better stance. I smacked her seven more times, not as hard as the first, mesmerized by her bow-like movements. Her taut naked body swayed gently back and forth like I was conducting a symphony with her as the theme. Then I started to hit her a little harder with each one, ten times; she got quieter as I spanked her harder, little eeps and ahs being replaced by sharp exhalations. The last three blows left little pink marks on her alabaster skin.
“Now you’re punished, darling.”
“Oh,” she sighed, and visibly collapsed, slumping so that her weight was momentarily held by the bonds around her wrists. In front again, I grabbed her hips and pressed her against me, feeling her breath through the fabric of the shirt stretched over her face. I reached up and untied the rope that held her arms up, and they came down heavily around my neck as she leaned against me. Her arms were tied too closely together to go around my chest, and her upper arms rested on my shoulders while her fingers waved around trying to reach out and hold me. I took her shoulders and gently lowered her to the ground, kneeling with her arms still wrapped around my neck, then pushing her backwards onto the soft grass. Taking her arms from my neck, I grabbed the fabric of the t-shirt around the collar and tore it, so I could push the shirt up over her head and reveal her face. I took my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants while she looked up at me abstractedly. Her bottom kept twitching around; the grass brushing against her pink and freshly-spanked cheeks must have been ticklish and uncomfortable. I took my cock out of my pants and unceremoniously stuck it in her face; she compliantly took it in her mouth and started sucking, her arms thrown back over her head, her eyes closed. After a minute or two, I pulled out and moved down her body. Her cutoffs were still wrapped around her ankles; I pulled them off and spread her legs, catching a glance of how flushed and pink her buttocks were as she raised her knees. I entered her and began slowly, kissing her face and stroking her clit with my left hand between us, but soon I was pumping furiously and we came together in the bright sunshine. I untied her hands while I was still inside of her, balancing on my elbows while I undid the knots. We jumped up and quickly dressed, suddenly nervous and aware of being out in the open again, but it was still completely peaceful and quiet except for the noises of the open countryside.
We gathered up our picnic supplies in silence. When she bent over to roll up the blanket, I gave her a little spank on her left butt cheek.
“Ow! Don’t!” She straightened up quickly. “That hurts! I‘m going to feel that all day.”
“Well, that’ll remind you to be good.”
“I am good! What am I doing bad now, hmm?”
“Well, you’re dressed like a tramp. Your shirt’s all torn.”
She stuck her tongue out at me.

I pulled into my driveway and saw her car there in the other spot. A warm feeling of excitement and anticipation floated in my belly. I had told A. to meet me at my place a little after 7 to hang out and watch some movies. It was 8:22 now; I had been at work delivering some stuff and knew I wouldn’t be getting back until about now. All part of my plan. When A. got to my house, she found a box in the middle of the living room floor with some things in it and a note sitting on it. The note read thus:

Hi baby. I’m not here yet. Here’s what I want you to do while you’re waiting:
1. Take all your clothes off. Fold them up and put them on the couch.
2. Lock the door.
3. Put on the cuffs and collar in the box. I’m guessing you can figure out what goes where.
4. Kneel down next to the box. Attach the ankle cuffs together with the link.
5. Take the belt and strap it around your thighs, midway between your waist and knees. Pull it nice and tight.
6. Tie the rope to the loop on the collar, then turn it so the loop is behind you. Take the other end of the rope and pull it between your legs from behind you so that it rides in your butt. Pull it tight and tie it to the top part of the belt around your thighs. Sit up straight for this part.
7. Take a strip of the tape and put it over your mouth.
8. Put the blindfold on.
9. Take the padlock and lock your wrist cuffs together behind your back. This part might be a little tricky but I’m sure you can do it.
10. I’ll be home between 8 and 8:30. Be ready for me.

I wasn’t at all sure that A. would go along with this little evil-genius plan of mine. I had almost chickened out on leaving the note and the box, and had already planned out what I would say if I walked into the house and A. was sitting there angry or derisive, mocking me and saying that my perverted fantasies had gone too far this time. Hey, just kidding babe! But when I opened the door and stepped in, there she was, exactly as I had envisioned her, kneeling in bondage, patiently waiting for me to have my way with her. I do believe my heart skipped a beat. She made a quiet sound like “Hello” through her gag, cocking her head in my direction. Since the door had been locked, she knew that it had to be me, but she must have had a trace of the fear that I could be anyone, walking in and seeing her naked and helpless. Saying nothing, I walked past her, taking my coat off and tossing it on the couch next to her pile of clothing, neatly folded as I requested. I puttered around the house for a few minutes completely ignoring her, looking in the fridge, reading the mail that she must have brought in and left on the kitchen counter. She knelt there passively, not making any more sounds, tracking my movements around the apartment with her head. Finally I went and stood directly in front of her, walking loudly so she’d hear me. She bowed her head, and I saw her skin flush slightly with embarrassment as I gazed down at her.
I knelt down next to her to inspect her self-administered bonds. The belt around her thighs was indeed pulled pretty tight, and was already making a slight indentation on her skin. I pulled on the rope that ran down her back and disappeared into her ass crack; she squirmed and mmphed as the rope rubbed against her girl parts. I stuck my hand between her legs and felt her. The rope was just brushing against the lower part of her labia, slightly separating them, and was wet from her come. She murmured more as I touched her pussy and clit. The tape on her mouth was just blue 2” masking tape, not very sticky; she could open her mouth if she really wanted to. The willingness of her submission was very hot. It made me want to push her and see how far I could go.
I stood up and went into the bedroom and got a gag, a soft leather ball with a strap through it, and a couple pieces of rope and walked back into the living room. I put the gag on the coffee table and pulled my pants down to my knees. Turning to A., I began slapping her face a bit with my rock-hard cock, holding her by the hair with one hand. After a moment, I pulled the tape off her mouth and she obediently took my cock in her mouth, sucking away while I guided her head with my right hand. She couldn’t take my whole cock in her mouth without choking, so I had to maintain control and not push too hard; I rocked slightly back and forth on my heels in rhythm with the motion of her lips. I came quickly, having been in a state of sexual anticipation for hours, and A. leaned back as I pulled out of her mouth and licked her lips. I stroked her face with my hands and ran my fingers through her hair. Then I reached over and picked up the gag from the coffee table. Holding her hair, I pulled her head back, then I leaned over and and kissed her long and hard, our tongues probing against each other. I moved my head away, and while her lips were still slightly parted from the kiss I pushed the leather ball of the gag into her mouth, tugging her hair lightly to make her open her mouth wider. I fastened the strap behind her head and she made a disapproving noise. I walked over to the armchair and sat down, looking at her. I still hadn’t said a word.
I sat there for several minutes, watching her reactions to my callous treatment. She was quiet for a minute or two; then when she realized that I was just sitting there watching her she started to protest, saying something muffled and incomprehensible through the leather gag and struggling against her bonds, although there was no question of her escaping. After a few minutes, she slumped back on her calves again, making one final, angry muffled yell of frustration. I walked over her and knelt behind her, cupping her breasts in my hands. She flinched at my touch; her breathing was fast and sharp. I put my head close to hers and whispered in her ear.
“Hi there babe. How was your day?”
She made another angry noise.
“Are you mad at me?” My tone was solicitous, but detached, like a TV psychologist.
“Mmm-hmm!” she nodded. Her body relaxed slightly as she said it, and I moved my right hand down to rest on her thigh.
“Do you think I’m mean?”
“Yrrr vry mnnn”, she mumbled, her tone getting more conversational, but still pouty.
“Don’t you want to be a good little slave? You know how much I like it.” I let my hands roam around her body slowly, feeling the tautness in her muscles. She must have been getting tired from being in the same kneeling position for so long.
She made a non-committal sound that almost turned into a sigh as I brushed my hand lightly against her nipples. Those nipples aren’t standing up nearly as much as I’d like, I thought. Better do something about that.
I stood up and went into the kitchen, and got a handful of ice cubes out of the freezer. I put them on a dish and carried it back into the living room. I knelt down behind her again. She heard the freezer door open, so she must have guessed what was coming, but she still jerked and shrieked most satisfyingly when I pressed the cubes up against her nipples. I ran them around her body, first around her chest and neck, until her breasts were glistening with moisture and her nipples stood straight up. I lifted her arms up behind her and applied the ice to her armpits, which inspired a new round of squealing and struggling. Then I moved on to her thighs, moving the ice cubes about her flesh in little circles that got wider and wider and closer to her pubis. I nibbled her earlobe, softly breathing warm air on her for contrast; she moved her head away from my lips at first, with an angry hmmph, but it felt good and she gave up and sighed and pressed against me. After a while, I was stroking her clit with the fingers of my right hand, palming an ice cube that pressed against her mons, slowly melting, cold water trickling down and mixing with the wetness of her excited pussy. She was leaning back against me now, surrendering her body to my touch, softly moaning. As she came, her hips thrusting against my hand, I took another ice cube with my left hand and held it directly against her labia, right next to the rope that was still lightly brushing them when she rocked back and forth, and she started thrashing about, almost yelling into her gag, the two sensations completely overloading her circuits.
She came for about twenty seconds, then slumped back against me. I undid the belt that went around her thighs and dropped it on the floor between her knees. “You stll sck,” she mumbled dreamily through her gag. I reached over and undid the clip between her ankles, then I stood up and helped her to her feet, pulling her up by her shoulders. Standing behind her, I massaged her thighs and let her stretch out for a minute, then I grabbed her hair, pulled her head down to the level of my waist, and led her across the room to the daybed. It was upholstered with maroon suede and about two feet wide; I led her to the end of it and pushed her head down, so that she knelt down and rested her head and chest on the cushion. I took a couple of pieces of rope and tied them around her thighs, just above her knees, and tied the other ends to the legs of the daybed, so that her legs were spread slightly apart, her ass thrust out over the edge. I took my clothes off, tossing them onto the other end of the daybed next to her head. When I was naked, I knelt behind her and shoved my cock into her. I fucked her hard, pushing up against her ass and holding onto her tits; she lay there passively, unable to push back against me. I came after about five minutes, a long and satisfying orgasm that I felt through my whole body. I took off her gag and blindfold while I was still inside her, my hips still slowly pushing in and out like an echo. She didn’t talk until I unmounted her and began untying her legs from the legs of the bed.
“I don’t know if I’m going to follow anymore instructions I find in your apartment.” She still sounded a little mad, but relaxed.
“Didn’t you have a good time? I know I did.”
“I’m sure you did. Pervert.”
“You know, I don’t have to untie you if you’re going to have that attitude.”
She started to say something, then stopped. Maybe she thought I was serious. I finished untying her legs and unclipped her wrist cuffs. She turned around and sat on the end of the daybed. “How come I never get to tie you up?”
“Do you want to?”
She thought a moment. “No.”
“Well, I guess that’s why,” I said, putting on my shirt. “You like being a naughty little slave girl.”
“You know what else I like?”
“Hmm?”
“You.” she said, “and getting taken out for margaritas.”
“I live only to serve m’lady,” I said, attempting a curtsy. “Your clothing awaits.”

I don’t recall exactly how it came to pass that A. started sucking my dick while I was driving us home from a night on the town. I must have said something particularly charming, or sexy, or flattering, but I have no idea what that might have been. Or more likely, she just got a notion in her head to start blowing me, something she did from time to time. A trait I found very endearing. Anyway, we were going to my place which is about 8 miles from town out on the highway. So we had some time to kill, and I was driving my Ford F-150 pickup which has a lot of clearance between the steering wheel and the driver, a feature I recommend for this particular activity. She unbuckled my seat belt, reached over and undid my fly, pulled my dick out and squeezed it in her hand for a few moments until it got hard. Then she bent over and put it in her mouth. She couldn’t move her head very much without bumping into the steering wheel, so it was a leisurely, relaxed sort of blowjob, and I was focussed on driving the truck rather than on the pleasant physical sensations in my crotch. The mental rush was the fun part – the symbolism of the act, knowing that A. was so hot for my cock that she couldn’t wait until it was easy or safe, being in control of both our lives while she pleasured me. I drove slow and enjoyed it.
So A.’s head rested in my lap and gently rocked back and forth, her long hair covering her face, her tongue sliding along my shaft, for about five minutes. I pulled up into the driveway and parked the truck, and immediately put one hand on the back of her head to let her know that I didn’t want her to stop, which was probably a completely unnecessary manuver. Why would I want her to stop? I leaned back in the seat and relaxed, lifting up my butt a little and sliding my pants down my hips while her sucking became more animated. She climbed up onto the seat so that she was kneeling next to me with her ass sticking up in the air, propped up on her elbows, one hand holding my dick while she bobbed her head up and down faster and faster. I grabbed her hair with my right hand and came in her mouth, thrusting my hips forward and throwing my head back.
I sat there a moment to recover. A. turned to look at me, her head still in my lap, and winked, grinning like a cat. I petted her head a few times, opened the door and slid out of the truck, my pants still pushed down to my upper thighs. A light breeze tickled my exposed privates. While A. got out of her side of the truck, I walked behind it and opened the tailgate. My driveway was about 30 feet back from the highway, and not very well lit, so anyone driving by would have to be looking in our direction to get more than the vaguest glimpse of two people next to a truck. Still, we were technically out in the open. A. rolled her eyes when she came around the side of the truck and saw me. “Are you going to pull your pants up, baby? Or do you want me to do that for you?” she jibed.
I walked to her and put my arms around her. “No pants are needed here,” I said. I grabbed the front of her pants and started unzipping her. She tried to back away from me, but I had her by the waistband and she couldn’t get away without losing her balance. She put her hands behind her, protecting her rear from the imaginary eyes on the road behind her, and I pulled down her panties.
“Baby!” she protested, not very convincingly. She squeaked again when I lifted her up by her waist and swung her around so that she was sitting on the edge of the tailgate of the truck. It was autumn and the metal was cold, and she instinctively curled up, wrapping her arms around herself and lifting her legs towards her chest. I grabbed her calves and lifted her legs up so they were horizontal, and she leaned backwards so she was holding herself up with her elbows. I pulled off her shoes and threw them into the back of the truck, then did the same with her pants. Her panties I left dangling from one of her ankles as I grabbed her legs and spread them apart. She laid down on her back in the bed of the truck and I knelt down and stuck my head between her legs and began eating her pussy. Had anyone happened to pull into the driveway right at that moment they would have seen quite a sight, me kneeling with my pants down, A.’s naked legs sticking up in the air, her body supine in the back of the truck as she delicately moaned.
After a few minutes, she was wet, and my dick was hard again. I stood up and pulled her hips a few inches closer to the edge of the tailgate, and holding on to her thighs I plunged into her and began steadily fucking her. From this position, I could see the occasional car go by on the highway. We were dimly lit by the porch light of house some distance away; I had no idea if anybody who happened to glance our way as they drove by would be able to get an idea of what was going on. Fortunately, I didn’t really care. A. had her eyes closed, arms stretched out over her head, mouth open, fingers grasping at air. I didn’t think I would be able to come again so soon after the blowjob, but the sight of her sprawled out in the truck bed, being fucked on the cool metal in the crisp night air, was powerfully sexy. I started pumping faster, holding her knees on either side of my chest, and I came shortly after. I leaned over and kissed her, feeling the cold metal of the tailgate pressing against my thighs, contrasting with the warmth of our entwined flesh.
“Mmm-do you think anyone saw us?” she said. Her eyes were still closed.
“Well, I guess we’ll read about it in the paper if anyone did.”

I liked having A. stand naked before me while I had all my clothes on, with no particular intention of taking them off. And I like that A. would do this for me when I asked, without asking what I intended to do, giving her body to me as a plaything, temporarily surrendering her considerable force of will to me and my most whimsical desires. Handing over the keys, as it were; although she would never let me drive her car. This particular evening we were in my bedroom, after a meal she had cooked, a bottle of wine and a forgettable movie, and I could tell that if I asked her to submit, she would. I didn’t always ask, and she never said no when I did; somehow we just both knew when the mood was right. So there she was, standing naked for me, eyes teasingly cast downward in a mixture of real and feigned modesty. Her breasts and hips were both round and inviting and perfectly proportioned to each other. Her nipples were naturally pink, a fact she took pride in. Her auburn hair hung just past her shoulders. I walked in a circle around her, looking her up and down, which made her blush a little and bite her lip.
“Lie down on the floor,” I said. She looked at me with just a hint of what-the-fuck? in her eyes, but did as instructed. I wouldn’t be nearly as turned on by her obedience if it wasn’t seasoned with her natural rebelliousness. “On your stomach,” I said, and she rolled over, resting her chin on her folded arms. “I hope you vacuumed pretty recently,” she said. She kicked her legs in the air.
“Recently enough for the likes of you. I’ve seen your bedroom.” I retrieved this evening’s prop from my pocket – a brand new roll of half-inch black electrical tape, sixty feet long. I knelt down on the floor at her side and, taking her ankles, crossed them and started wrapping the tape around them, first looping it vertically around them, then horizontally, so that her feet were securely held in an X position. Holding them so that her knees were bent, I said “Put your hands behind your back, dear.”
She put her hands on the small of her back next to each other. “I don’t know if I’m going to like this.”
“Oh, you’re definitely not going to like this,” I reassured her. I moved her hands so that they were crossing each other, and without breaking the tape ran it under them and looped it tightly around several times. She tried to bend her feet back as I did this but I held them in place with one hand as I made the first loop around her wrists. After a couple turns around her wrists, I ran the tape back up to her ankles and made several loops from ankles to wrists, so that she was hogtied. She didn’t start struggling in earnest until she knew that she wasn’t going to break free easily – part of the game – but now she started wiggling her feet around and trying to kick, until I threatened to tickle her if she didn’t stop. All movement stopped immediately at this threat – she was very ticklish, and with the soles of her feet pointed straight at me, I could have had her screaming in no time.
I moved around to be in front of her. Taking her shoulders in my hands, I lifted her up and rocked her backwards on her knees so that she was kneeling upright, prompting another dirty look. Taking the roll of tape that was hanging behind her, I started looping it around her belly and arms. One black X just below her navel, one just above it, pulling her arms tight against her back. Then I went between her breasts and around her shoulders, made another X in her cleavage, and wrapped a few loops under her breasts and up to her shoulders, pushing them up a little. Then a few loops around both, squeezing them together. She was frowning now.
“You can’t squeeze my boobs like that!” she pouted.
“I just did,” I said. “What, are you afraid they’re going to pop?”
“They’re sensitive. We girls with big boobs are very sensitive.”
“Beautiful and modest. I think you can take it.” I held her chin and looked at her. “Aren't you a good girl?”
She frowned again, but I could see the whisper of a smile in her eyes. Good enough for me. I moved to her side and carefully tipped her forwards so that she was resting on her belly again. Her feet were pulled even closer to her back now. She wiggled again, arching her back so that her boobs were less squashed under her. The roll of tape was on her back, still one long strand wrapped all around her. I gave it a turn around her crossed wrists, which stuck up slightly from the small of her back, then I took her hair and gently pulled her head up. I wrapped the tape around her face, just under her nose, and back around her wrists, so that the tape was holding her head up. Now I held her under the chin and made several more loops around her face and over her mouth, gagging her. Again, she didn’t resist until I was done; after her mouth was securely covered by eight or ten windings of tape, she started making muffled noises of complaint. I had wrapped a few loops just under her chin, so her mouth was held quite securely closed. I had a little tape left, and considered wrapping it around her eyes, but I decided that she was quite pretty just the way she was. I tore off a strip from the almost-depleted roll and taped her big toes together. Then I went and sat on the bed and looked at her.
She looked back at me with an expression in her eyes that I found impossible to decipher. She didn’t really “like” being tied up like this, at least as it happened, but she let me do it anyways. I think she liked it more than she let on, but mainly she got tied up because I wanted her to be tied up and she liked it when I got what I wanted. A wondrous thing. I sat and contemplated how lucky I was to have found such an excellent lover while she glared at me from the floor and grew obviously annoyed at being left untouched in a humiliating position.
“You look beautiful,” I said, which mollified her not in the slightest. I walked over to her and tickled the bottoms of her feet just a little, which made her shriek and squirm and pull against her bonds, stretching the tape between her hands and feet a little. Too much of that and she would have been really mad, though. I put my hand on her ass and stuck my fingers between her legs. She was a little wet, but not very, and stroked her clit gently and slow, pressing my thumb up into her ass crack as I did. I took my time and got her worked up enough that she started cooing and moaning quietly, rocking her hips almost imperceptibly. She made a disappointed-sounding “Mmmm!” when I stopped and started running the tips of my fingers over her legs. I traced invisible lines on her thighs, her side, her arms pinioned behind her, touching her just enough to make her aware of her skin. I did that for several minutes, while she made frustrated little noise behind her gag, then returned to stroking her clit, which got an appreciative sigh. Her eyes were closed. When I thought she was wet enough, I picked her up, first lifting her shoulders into the air and then putting my other arm under her thighs and scooping her up. Now, I’m not a big guy, and A. is not a particularly small woman, so this involved Herculean effort on my part, and a certain amount of swaying and almost falling over, but it seemed like the appropriately romantic thing to do right at that moment so I went for it. She was completely taken aback by this and expressed concern as best she could, making some fun noises, and a delightful little muffled scream when I flopped her down on the bed, head pointed at the footboard. I let her calm down for a moment and get settled while I went and found the scissors. I couldn’t quite bring myself to undo my handiwork just yet, though, so I stood there for a while and admired her some more. My neatly-wound tape had gotten slightly disheveled and messy, especially the tape on her tits, but she was still held tightly in her arched position. She was looking at me again, although she couldn’t turn her head completely in my direction, and giving me a look that said that something had better happen soon. I smiled sweetly and gently poked her tit with the point of the scissors, which provoked another gagged scream. Enough waiting. I cut the tape that held her ankles to her wrists and her feet flopped down to the bed. I pulled away a few loose strands stuck to her thighs and pulled my pants down, not bothering to get fully undressed. I got behind her and started fucking, holding myself up with my left arm while my right hand reached under her and stroked her pussy as my cock plunged in and out. When she came, I moved my hand and started humping more vigourously; her orgasm melted into waves of pleasure and I erupted furiously into her a few minutes later. I held myself up on top of her for a while as my cock softened inside of her.
After a minute, I said “Now comes the fun part, sweets.”
“Mmmm?” She was still dreamy from her long orgasm.
I pulled off a piece of tape that went around her shoulder. “I think we’ll take this off nice and slow.”
“mmmm.”