Life can take strange turns, six months ago if anyone had told me that me, Elizabeth Kelpie, would have embarked on an affair with her cross dressing next door neighbour, if you’d said that I’d become a whip wielding, leather wearing Domme, I have fallen over laughing. But that’s exactly what happened.
I’d lusted after Tom Kincaid for months, before the night I discovered his fetish for wearing, and wanking in ladies’ lingerie. I admit, seeing him dressed in his silk panties awoke desires in me that I didn’t know I had. In the time that had passed I’d become his mistress, not the run of the mill, bit on the side when the wife isn’t around kind, not even the yes miss, no miss kind, but a weird hybrid of the two.
With Tom having to go away for a fortnight for work I was sure that he’d miss our playtime as much as me, so I decided to make his work trip one that he’d never forget.
I booked a room in the hotel that he had mentioned he was staying in and started getting ready to surprise him.
I vamped up my everyday makeup, smoky grey shades of eye shadow and lashings of black mascara making my blue eyes sparkle. I completed the look with ruby red lipstick, and set about dressing to wow.
Glancing in the mirror as I dressed I pulled the laces on my leather corset a little tighter, admiring the way the corset nipped my waist in and pushed my breasts out. I loved the feel against my skin, the soft leather moulding to my breasts, clinging around the nipples. I decided to team the corset with a black silk G string; the cool fabric felt amazing as it brushed against my freshly waxed pussy. I grabbed a pair of black fishnet hold up stockings, rolling them up over my legs and settling them in place before stepping into my steel tipped stilettos. I took a red knee length coat out of my case, fastened it up then pulled a patent leather belt around my waist.
I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I left the suite and headed down to the hotel bar where I knew I’d find Tom.
Entering the bar, I saw several groups of people settled to get a good view of some big football match that was on the bar’s huge screen TV. I walked to the bar, catching the gaze of the tall dark haired barman.
“What can I get you love?” He said, in a thick southern Irish accent.
“A glass of white wine please.”
I watched as he chilled the glass with ice before pouring the drink. “£2:70 love.”
I handed over the cash and walked to a small table that gave me a good view of the barroom. I took a sip from the glass and enjoyed the sweet tartness of the wine filling my mouth; when he walked in with a few other guys, they went straight to the bar and ordered their drinks. Tom was wearing a white tee shirt with a cartoonish drawing of Deputy Dawg on the front, a navy blazer, dark fitted jeans and a battered white pair of converse. I drank in how he looked, mentally removing each item of clothing, trying to figure out whether or not he was wearing his satin panties under his clothes.
The group of lads, having gotten their drinks, walked to the corner booth directly opposite my own table. I smirked as Tom sat in the only seat that was facing my direction, the others sat facing the TV.
It didn’t take long before he noticed me. I could feel his eyes on me; catching his gaze I smiled and unfastened the top two buttons of my coat. Glancing around the room to make sure that no one else was privy to my little show, I pulled my lapels apart showcasing my breasts pushed up in their tight leather confines.
I could see him catch his breath, and struggle to keep his eyes off me. I reached forwards and dipped my index finger into the glass of wine, and slowly drew a wet trail over the tops of my breasts, before lifting my finger to my mouth and slowly sucking the residue of alcohol from it; uncrossing my legs, I parted them slightly and began teasing my fingernails up the inside of my thigh, watching him all the time, seeing him struggle not to react as he squirmed in his seat.
In this atmosphere every sensation was magnified. I could feel the wine trickle down between my breasts and my nipples tighten against the leather, teasing my hand higher up my inner thigh. I felt the heat that was inches from my fingertips. I ached to go higher, to slide my fingers against the sodden fabric of my panties and tease the hard bud of my clit through the silk. Inching my legs further apart I pressed my hand against my silk clad pussy, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning, trailing my fingertips against the edge of my panties before slipping them under the fabric, running one finger down the length of my slit, gasping in spite of myself as I brushed over my clit.
Looking across the room, his eyes still burned into mine. I slipped my fingers out of my knickers and brought them to my mouth. I licked the tip of one finger, the taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth, moist, sticky, sweet and musky. I smiled across the space at him then stood up to leave the bar; he shot me a look of horror and glanced down towards his lap. I giggled; knowing he couldn’t follow me made me bolder. I unbuttoned another button then ran my fingers over the top of my corset, feeling the butter soft leather under my fingertips. I could feel my heartbeat thud against my chest and its echoing pulse between my thighs. Quickly fastening my coat again, I walked across the room, feeling his eyes burning against my back.
Once I was back in my room it didn’t take long for my mobile phone to ring. I felt the flutter of excitement as I glanced at the screen- it was Tom.
Picking up the telephone I spoke softly. “Hello.”
“Which room?” he asked, his breath quick.
“315.”
The words had barely left my lips before I heard the click of his phone being put down. I took my jacket off and hung it in the wardrobe. I stepped out of my stilettos and pulled a pair of knee high patent leather boots on in their place; reaching into my case I took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened both bracelets around my right wrist. Leaving the key on the bedside table I sat down on the side of the bed just as a knock came to the door. I didn’t even have time to answer it as he swung the door open, placed the do not disturb sign on the handle then with a deft flick of his wrist locked the latch and strode towards me.
I put my foot up to stop him, pressing the spike heel of my boot against his chest.
“Now now.” I felt my voice crack as the words left my lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He wrapped his hand around my ankle, letting his fingers play at the zip at the side. “I need you.”
Pushing him back with the sole of my foot I stood to face him; even in heels I was still at least five inches shorter than him. “Sit,” I said, pointing towards the chair that had been placed at the foot of the bed. He walked to the chair as meek as a lamb and sat down; his eyes never left mine for a moment. Getting more into character now I stood in front of him.
“You think you can just walk into my room and expect sex?” I challenged.
“No miss,” he replied hanging his head. I could see the line of his erection bulge against the denim.
“I think I should punish you for being so presumptuous.” At my words I could see the muscle of his prick jerk against his jeans. Sitting on the foot of the bed, I looked into his eyes. “Strip.”
His voice wavered as he spoke. “You, ummm, you want me to strip, now?”
I nodded my head and sat back further on the bed. “Do it, strip for me.”
He stood up and shed his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, toeing of his shoes at the same time. His hands went to the bottom of his tee shirt and slowly drew it up over his head, exposing his toned chest and flat stomach, that oh so sexy line of hair that trailed from his navel down beneath the waistband of his jeans, and the deep V of his hip bones that lead the eye down to the ultimate prize. I felt my mouth go dry as he began to unbutton his jeans, and exposed what lay underneath. His cock strained against a navy blue tie side satin thong. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them; he reached for the waistband of his thong and began to draw it down over his hips.
“Stop.”
He looked at me confused. “You wanted me to strip,” he said.
“I did, but I didn’t say how far. Where did you get the thong Tom?” I asked.
He blushed deep crimson red. “I took it from your wash basket the last day I left your house. I couldn’t go away for a fortnight without something to remind me of you, two weeks without being able to smell the scent of your pussy would have been torture.”
I reached to the bedside table for the key to the cuffs that were still attached to my right wrist. Standing up I turned to Tom. “Lay down on the bed, arms above your head.” I undid the bracelets then left the key back on the table.
Tom moved onto the centre of the bed and raised his arms above his head. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against my satin clad cunt. Leaning forwards I quickly cuffed both his wrists to the post of the headboard. I could feel his breath against my skin as I leaned over him; he pressed his face forwards and ran the tip of his tongue across the leather of my corset and up to the exposed skin of my breasts above it. I caught a moan in the back of my throat sliding my pussy down over his chest and stomach, till the silk of my panties was slipping against the satin of his. I could feel the hardness of his body under mine, and the throb of my pussy against the thickness of his cock
I climbed off the bed; reaching into my case took out two silk scarves and set about binding Tom’s feet the bottom of the bed. I smiled as I looked up at him laying spread eagle on the mattress. Standing at his feet I ran my fingers up over the sides of my corset across my breasts then down to my sodden silk clad cunt. Curling my fingers under the elastic of my thong I pulled it slowly down over my hips, down my thighs then dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I ran my hand down my thigh then stepped up onto the bed, straddling Tom’s face. I could feel his breath hot against my naked pussy. I purposely stayed millimetres too far from his mouth’s reach as I slipped two fingers inside my cunt. I gasped aloud at the sensation. Rubbing the pad of my thumb against my clit I moaned and grasped my free hand against the head board, my hand settling centimetres from his own. My thighs were trembling as I moved my fingers faster, hearing them squelch in and out of my wet hot pussy. I could feel the waves of pleasure start in the pit of my stomach and the juice from my sticky pussy begin to run down my thigh and drip against Tom’s face.
He moaned and strained against his bindings, begging in a low voice, “Please, please, let me taste your pussy, I need to, please.”
I ignored his protests and moved away from him. I ground my pussy down the length of his body, savouring the feel of hard male under me.
Settling down between his legs I saw that his cock was almost painfully hard, the precum staining the blue fabric even darker. I flicked my tongue over that spot and was treated to a gasp from Tom. I bent forward and catching the ribbon tie of the right side of the thong between my teeth I pulled it free. Glancing up at Tom I saw him straining up against the ties, using his hands to lift his head higher so he could see. I caught the other ribbon and in the same motion pulled it free; all that covered his prick was a thin veil of satin. I ran my tongue along his hipbone, down along his inner thigh, inhaling the scent that was uniquely his.
I pulled the silk free and ran my tongue from the root to the tip of his cock; when I captured his prick in my mouth his whole body lifted clear of the bed and he gasped a long drawn out breath. “Fuck.”
I ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, then running my fingers up his inner thigh I began stroking his balls. His breath was coming faster and he pushed his hips towards my mouth. Letting his cock spring free from my mouth, I continued to massage his balls, letting my fingers slowly dip down between the twin globes of his arse; pushing one finger against the dark pucker of his arsehole, he moaned and pressed his body against my hand. I let the tip of one finger slowly push past the dark ring of muscle and probe deep feeling the swelling of his prostate under my finger I rubbed against it, drawing more gasps and moans. I could see his prick swell even more, the head almost purple; leaning forwards I gave one long lick along the length of his cock before moving off the bed.
He groaned. “Please,” straining against the confines that held his wrists and ankles.
“Please what?” I questioned.
He squirmed on the bed. “Please, I need you.” He looked up at me pleading; his arousal was obvious in his eyes.
“I said you needed to be punished, I didn’t say you could come yet, did I Tom?”
“No miss,” he echoed. “But you didn’t say that I couldn’t either,” he added almost defiantly.
“Smart mouth for a man that’s tied up,” I teased. “Perhaps I should find a way of keeping your mouth better occupied.” Reaching to the floor I grabbed my still wet silk panties and rubbed them against his lips; he didn’t resist for a second. As if he knew what I was going to ask him to do he opened his mouth and began to lick and suck at the crotch of the panties. I pulled the sodden fabric from his mouth and tossed it to the floor, pausing for a second to grab a dildo from my case, holding it up in front of his face.
“Open your mouth and hold the end between your lips.”
He did as I asked within seconds. Moving up the bed I pulled the pillows from underneath his head and threw them to the floor before spinning around and straddling his face so I was facing his feet. I could see his cock hard against his stomach. Tilting my body backwards I felt the tip of the dildo against my arse. Moving back further I felt it push against the entrance to my pussy. Pushing myself slowly down onto it I heard Tom’s muffled moan as he watched the rubber cock fill my cunt; grinding my pussy against his mouth and the phallus I groaned and leaning both hands on his waist I began to ride his face in earnest. My breasts felt tight and constricted in the tight leather; reaching one hand up I pulled the top of the corset down pulling my tits free. The contractions of orgasm were wound tight in my stomach and my thighs began to tremble and shake, bucking my hips faster and faster against the plastic cock. He groaned against his rubber gag as I came, my pussy convulsing around the dildo and a flood of wetness drenching the tops of my thighs and dripping down onto his face.
Slowly I lifted myself clear of his face, moaning at the feeling of loss as the rubber cock slid out of my dripping pussy; turning round and straddling his stomach I felt the throb of his prick against my arse. He lifted his head to look at me, and there was pure lust burning in their depths. Taking the dildo from his mouth I lent down to gently kiss his lips. I could smell my sex on his face, taste my cunt on his kiss. Sitting upright I brought the toy to my lips and began running my tongue around the tip. The taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth and I moaned as I sucked the toy deep into my mouth. Tom’s eyes were blazing as he watched and began grinding his hips against me, trying to find some relief. Moving down between his legs I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, rolling my tongue around them, then licked a trail to the tip of his cock before sliding his cock into my mouth until his balls rested on my chin. He moaned and squirmed against me, jerking his hips forwards, moving back and letting his cock slide slowly out of my mouth so I could sit upright and free his legs from their silk bindings. Moving up I undid the locks that held his arms above his head; as soon as I’d unlocked the bracelet of one cuff he pulled his arms free and grabbed hold of my hips. Lifting me as if I weighed nothing, he slammed his cock deep into my still tender pussy.
I would have protested but the feeling of his thick shaft buried deep inside my cunt was so good. I quickly rotated my hips, grinding my pussy against him. I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench around his cock, sucking at it, as if trying to draw him deeper inside.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he groaned, moving his hands up to my breasts, which were swinging free from the top of the corset. “I need to come, please make me come.”
Reaching my hands round behind me I gripped the tops of his thighs, arching my back and dropping my head towards his feet so he had the view of his cock pushing in and out of my pussy. It was my intention to tease him to the edge of climax then make him beg for more, but that idea was abruptly pushed from my head as his fingers pinched my clit. My orgasm hit me so hard and unexpectedly my entire body convulsed on top of his. I could feel my pussy grip his cock tighter as the waves of my orgasm milked his from him.
I fell onto his chest, my heartbeat thundering in my temples. I felt his arms come around me, and felt the tickle of the cold steel of the handcuff that was still attached to his wrist. We fell asleep like that; his cock nestled deep inside my pussy, wrapped around each other.
When I awoke a little later I saw Tom sitting on the floor at the side of the bed, looking into my suitcase, admiring the toys that I’d brought along. He must have sensed me move, as he looked and around and smiled at me.
“I see you brought a few knick knacks with you.”
“Yeah,” I answered somewhat sleepily. “One or two essentials.”
He laughed loud and lifted out a roll of black latex body tape. “Essentials eh? I like the way you think.”
Sliding forwards on the cotton sheets, I reached into the case and pulled our current favourite toy from the bottom; his eyes smiled as he saw the harness of my strap on dangling from my fingertips. Sitting up on the bed I quickly shimmied into the harness and tightened the straps around my hips. Reaching for the dildo we abandoned on the bed earlier I clicked it in place with a deft flick of my wrist.
“Like I say just one or two essentials.”
He stood up, and I grinned as I saw he was wearing the silk G string I’d taken off earlier, his cock was stiff against the still damp fabric. He blushed and said, “I couldn’t resist, it smelt so good when you took it off earlier, I wanted to see how it felt.”
“I guess I didn’t punish you well enough earlier,” I teased. “Perhaps another lesson is needed?”
He eyed the strap on eagerly and with no hesitation spoke.
“Yes miss.”
I clambered off the bed and undid the laces of my corset and letting it fall to the floor I turned to face him. I ran my fingers lightly down over my breasts and stomach, over the rough material of the harness then over the rubber of the dildo.
“Suck me,” I ordered.
Obediently he knelt in front of me and took the phallus in his mouth. I churned my hips, pushing it deeper; he gagged and moaned around the rubber. I felt my clit throb against the seam of the harness, as I watched him suck and lick, desperately trying to please. I admired the way his whole body moved with each suck, as if he wanted to devour me whole. Pulling the strap on from his mouth I tapped it against the side of his face, lightly smacking his cheek with it.
“Like that whore?” I questioned.
“Yes miss,” he answered, his hand going to his cock and stroking it through the its silken confine. I gently slapped his cheek with the dildo once more, and his prick jerked at the sound of the thwack against his skin.
Stepping back I motioned for him to stand. “Take the panties off and lay on the bed,” I instructed.
He slid his fingers underneath the elastic and slipped the underwear down over his thighs and past his knees then stepped out of it, holding the scrap of fabric in his hand. He moved to bend over the end of the bed.
“Don’t bend over, lay on your back across the bed, keep your hips to the edge of the mattress. I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to tell you what a dirty little whore you are.”
His face flushed at my demand, but he lay across the bed as I had instructed; he held the discarded panties to his nose, breathing deeply and inhaling the scent of both our sexes. Standing between his parted legs I reached for a small bottle of lubricant that was in my case. Pouring some into the palm of my hand I began to coat the surface of the dildo with long strokes, then reaching down I ran my slippery fingers between the globes of his arse, teasing the dark pucker that lay between them. His body reacted greedily. He pushed his hips upwards offering me the access that he craved. I reached for his legs and drew them up, pushing them back towards his chest, then pressed the tip of the strap on against his arsehole.
His body shivered, and he tightened his grip on his cock.
“Beg for it.”
The words left his mouth in a rush. “Please Elizabeth, please fuck me, I need it.”
I churned my hips, moving the head of the dildo up and down against his arsehole, he groaned and pushed against me.
“I said beg for it bitch.” The words rolled off my tongue.
He swore under his breath. “Please, I need it, am begging you, fuck me, treat me like your whore.”
I slowly pushed the head of the rubber cock against the dark ring of muscle, feeling the resistance give way and let me slip inside, slowly inch by inch till my hips were tight against his buttocks and the dildo was buried deep inside him.
“Treat you like a whore?” I questioned. “If you want to be fucked like a whore, then beg for it like a whore.” I rotated my hips, and felt the ripples of his muscles contracting vibrate gently up the length of the rubber cock.
When I started to pump my hips back and forth Tom cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”
He cursed and swore as I began to fuck his arsehole, slowly at first, then faster, relishing the sound of our bodies slapping together, his hand began to stroke his cock up and down, faster meeting the stroke of my thrusts, leaning forwards, pushing his legs further back and slamming the rubber dong deeper into his arsehole.
I whispered in his ear, “Dirty bitch.”
He bit his lower lip and groaned, pumping his cock harder.
“Filthy whore.”
He stifled a moan and I saw his cock jerk against his hand, as his muscles clenched so tightly around the toy I could barely move it back or forth. The cum ran from his cock, covering his stomach, and spattering against the bedclothes. He lay on the bed for a few moments struggling to catch his breath before he spoke.
“Jesus girl, what do you do to me?”
I laughed as I slid the harness down my hips and to the floor. “About half as much as I’d like to.”
I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the bed. Wrapping his legs around mine, he kissed the back of my neck. We fell asleep that way, wrapped up in each other.
When I woke later, I felt a strange sensation around my leg; looking to the bottom of the bed I saw Tom tie the end of a silk scarf to my ankle. Moving to sit up I discovered that my hands were bound to the head board with the handcuffs.
“Whaa…” I started to question.
Tom just smiled at me and said, “My turn.”
But that’s a whole other story.
I’d lusted after Tom Kincaid for months, before the night I discovered his fetish for wearing, and wanking in ladies’ lingerie. I admit, seeing him dressed in his silk panties awoke desires in me that I didn’t know I had. In the time that had passed I’d become his mistress, not the run of the mill, bit on the side when the wife isn’t around kind, not even the yes miss, no miss kind, but a weird hybrid of the two.
With Tom having to go away for a fortnight for work I was sure that he’d miss our playtime as much as me, so I decided to make his work trip one that he’d never forget.
I booked a room in the hotel that he had mentioned he was staying in and started getting ready to surprise him.
I vamped up my everyday makeup, smoky grey shades of eye shadow and lashings of black mascara making my blue eyes sparkle. I completed the look with ruby red lipstick, and set about dressing to wow.
Glancing in the mirror as I dressed I pulled the laces on my leather corset a little tighter, admiring the way the corset nipped my waist in and pushed my breasts out. I loved the feel against my skin, the soft leather moulding to my breasts, clinging around the nipples. I decided to team the corset with a black silk G string; the cool fabric felt amazing as it brushed against my freshly waxed pussy. I grabbed a pair of black fishnet hold up stockings, rolling them up over my legs and settling them in place before stepping into my steel tipped stilettos. I took a red knee length coat out of my case, fastened it up then pulled a patent leather belt around my waist.
I felt the butterflies in my stomach as I left the suite and headed down to the hotel bar where I knew I’d find Tom.
Entering the bar, I saw several groups of people settled to get a good view of some big football match that was on the bar’s huge screen TV. I walked to the bar, catching the gaze of the tall dark haired barman.
“What can I get you love?” He said, in a thick southern Irish accent.
“A glass of white wine please.”
I watched as he chilled the glass with ice before pouring the drink. “£2:70 love.”
I handed over the cash and walked to a small table that gave me a good view of the barroom. I took a sip from the glass and enjoyed the sweet tartness of the wine filling my mouth; when he walked in with a few other guys, they went straight to the bar and ordered their drinks. Tom was wearing a white tee shirt with a cartoonish drawing of Deputy Dawg on the front, a navy blazer, dark fitted jeans and a battered white pair of converse. I drank in how he looked, mentally removing each item of clothing, trying to figure out whether or not he was wearing his satin panties under his clothes.
The group of lads, having gotten their drinks, walked to the corner booth directly opposite my own table. I smirked as Tom sat in the only seat that was facing my direction, the others sat facing the TV.
It didn’t take long before he noticed me. I could feel his eyes on me; catching his gaze I smiled and unfastened the top two buttons of my coat. Glancing around the room to make sure that no one else was privy to my little show, I pulled my lapels apart showcasing my breasts pushed up in their tight leather confines.
I could see him catch his breath, and struggle to keep his eyes off me. I reached forwards and dipped my index finger into the glass of wine, and slowly drew a wet trail over the tops of my breasts, before lifting my finger to my mouth and slowly sucking the residue of alcohol from it; uncrossing my legs, I parted them slightly and began teasing my fingernails up the inside of my thigh, watching him all the time, seeing him struggle not to react as he squirmed in his seat.
In this atmosphere every sensation was magnified. I could feel the wine trickle down between my breasts and my nipples tighten against the leather, teasing my hand higher up my inner thigh. I felt the heat that was inches from my fingertips. I ached to go higher, to slide my fingers against the sodden fabric of my panties and tease the hard bud of my clit through the silk. Inching my legs further apart I pressed my hand against my silk clad pussy, biting my lower lip to keep from moaning, trailing my fingertips against the edge of my panties before slipping them under the fabric, running one finger down the length of my slit, gasping in spite of myself as I brushed over my clit.
Looking across the room, his eyes still burned into mine. I slipped my fingers out of my knickers and brought them to my mouth. I licked the tip of one finger, the taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth, moist, sticky, sweet and musky. I smiled across the space at him then stood up to leave the bar; he shot me a look of horror and glanced down towards his lap. I giggled; knowing he couldn’t follow me made me bolder. I unbuttoned another button then ran my fingers over the top of my corset, feeling the butter soft leather under my fingertips. I could feel my heartbeat thud against my chest and its echoing pulse between my thighs. Quickly fastening my coat again, I walked across the room, feeling his eyes burning against my back.
Once I was back in my room it didn’t take long for my mobile phone to ring. I felt the flutter of excitement as I glanced at the screen- it was Tom.
Picking up the telephone I spoke softly. “Hello.”
“Which room?” he asked, his breath quick.
“315.”
The words had barely left my lips before I heard the click of his phone being put down. I took my jacket off and hung it in the wardrobe. I stepped out of my stilettos and pulled a pair of knee high patent leather boots on in their place; reaching into my case I took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened both bracelets around my right wrist. Leaving the key on the bedside table I sat down on the side of the bed just as a knock came to the door. I didn’t even have time to answer it as he swung the door open, placed the do not disturb sign on the handle then with a deft flick of his wrist locked the latch and strode towards me.
I put my foot up to stop him, pressing the spike heel of my boot against his chest.
“Now now.” I felt my voice crack as the words left my lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”
He wrapped his hand around my ankle, letting his fingers play at the zip at the side. “I need you.”
Pushing him back with the sole of my foot I stood to face him; even in heels I was still at least five inches shorter than him. “Sit,” I said, pointing towards the chair that had been placed at the foot of the bed. He walked to the chair as meek as a lamb and sat down; his eyes never left mine for a moment. Getting more into character now I stood in front of him.
“You think you can just walk into my room and expect sex?” I challenged.
“No miss,” he replied hanging his head. I could see the line of his erection bulge against the denim.
“I think I should punish you for being so presumptuous.” At my words I could see the muscle of his prick jerk against his jeans. Sitting on the foot of the bed, I looked into his eyes. “Strip.”
His voice wavered as he spoke. “You, ummm, you want me to strip, now?”
I nodded my head and sat back further on the bed. “Do it, strip for me.”
He stood up and shed his jacket, throwing it onto the floor, toeing of his shoes at the same time. His hands went to the bottom of his tee shirt and slowly drew it up over his head, exposing his toned chest and flat stomach, that oh so sexy line of hair that trailed from his navel down beneath the waistband of his jeans, and the deep V of his hip bones that lead the eye down to the ultimate prize. I felt my mouth go dry as he began to unbutton his jeans, and exposed what lay underneath. His cock strained against a navy blue tie side satin thong. He dropped the jeans to the floor and stepped out of them; he reached for the waistband of his thong and began to draw it down over his hips.
“Stop.”
He looked at me confused. “You wanted me to strip,” he said.
“I did, but I didn’t say how far. Where did you get the thong Tom?” I asked.
He blushed deep crimson red. “I took it from your wash basket the last day I left your house. I couldn’t go away for a fortnight without something to remind me of you, two weeks without being able to smell the scent of your pussy would have been torture.”
I reached to the bedside table for the key to the cuffs that were still attached to my right wrist. Standing up I turned to Tom. “Lay down on the bed, arms above your head.” I undid the bracelets then left the key back on the table.
Tom moved onto the centre of the bed and raised his arms above his head. I climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat against my satin clad cunt. Leaning forwards I quickly cuffed both his wrists to the post of the headboard. I could feel his breath against my skin as I leaned over him; he pressed his face forwards and ran the tip of his tongue across the leather of my corset and up to the exposed skin of my breasts above it. I caught a moan in the back of my throat sliding my pussy down over his chest and stomach, till the silk of my panties was slipping against the satin of his. I could feel the hardness of his body under mine, and the throb of my pussy against the thickness of his cock
I climbed off the bed; reaching into my case took out two silk scarves and set about binding Tom’s feet the bottom of the bed. I smiled as I looked up at him laying spread eagle on the mattress. Standing at his feet I ran my fingers up over the sides of my corset across my breasts then down to my sodden silk clad cunt. Curling my fingers under the elastic of my thong I pulled it slowly down over my hips, down my thighs then dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. I ran my hand down my thigh then stepped up onto the bed, straddling Tom’s face. I could feel his breath hot against my naked pussy. I purposely stayed millimetres too far from his mouth’s reach as I slipped two fingers inside my cunt. I gasped aloud at the sensation. Rubbing the pad of my thumb against my clit I moaned and grasped my free hand against the head board, my hand settling centimetres from his own. My thighs were trembling as I moved my fingers faster, hearing them squelch in and out of my wet hot pussy. I could feel the waves of pleasure start in the pit of my stomach and the juice from my sticky pussy begin to run down my thigh and drip against Tom’s face.
He moaned and strained against his bindings, begging in a low voice, “Please, please, let me taste your pussy, I need to, please.”
I ignored his protests and moved away from him. I ground my pussy down the length of his body, savouring the feel of hard male under me.
Settling down between his legs I saw that his cock was almost painfully hard, the precum staining the blue fabric even darker. I flicked my tongue over that spot and was treated to a gasp from Tom. I bent forward and catching the ribbon tie of the right side of the thong between my teeth I pulled it free. Glancing up at Tom I saw him straining up against the ties, using his hands to lift his head higher so he could see. I caught the other ribbon and in the same motion pulled it free; all that covered his prick was a thin veil of satin. I ran my tongue along his hipbone, down along his inner thigh, inhaling the scent that was uniquely his.
I pulled the silk free and ran my tongue from the root to the tip of his cock; when I captured his prick in my mouth his whole body lifted clear of the bed and he gasped a long drawn out breath. “Fuck.”
I ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, then running my fingers up his inner thigh I began stroking his balls. His breath was coming faster and he pushed his hips towards my mouth. Letting his cock spring free from my mouth, I continued to massage his balls, letting my fingers slowly dip down between the twin globes of his arse; pushing one finger against the dark pucker of his arsehole, he moaned and pressed his body against my hand. I let the tip of one finger slowly push past the dark ring of muscle and probe deep feeling the swelling of his prostate under my finger I rubbed against it, drawing more gasps and moans. I could see his prick swell even more, the head almost purple; leaning forwards I gave one long lick along the length of his cock before moving off the bed.
He groaned. “Please,” straining against the confines that held his wrists and ankles.
“Please what?” I questioned.
He squirmed on the bed. “Please, I need you.” He looked up at me pleading; his arousal was obvious in his eyes.
“I said you needed to be punished, I didn’t say you could come yet, did I Tom?”
“No miss,” he echoed. “But you didn’t say that I couldn’t either,” he added almost defiantly.
“Smart mouth for a man that’s tied up,” I teased. “Perhaps I should find a way of keeping your mouth better occupied.” Reaching to the floor I grabbed my still wet silk panties and rubbed them against his lips; he didn’t resist for a second. As if he knew what I was going to ask him to do he opened his mouth and began to lick and suck at the crotch of the panties. I pulled the sodden fabric from his mouth and tossed it to the floor, pausing for a second to grab a dildo from my case, holding it up in front of his face.
“Open your mouth and hold the end between your lips.”
He did as I asked within seconds. Moving up the bed I pulled the pillows from underneath his head and threw them to the floor before spinning around and straddling his face so I was facing his feet. I could see his cock hard against his stomach. Tilting my body backwards I felt the tip of the dildo against my arse. Moving back further I felt it push against the entrance to my pussy. Pushing myself slowly down onto it I heard Tom’s muffled moan as he watched the rubber cock fill my cunt; grinding my pussy against his mouth and the phallus I groaned and leaning both hands on his waist I began to ride his face in earnest. My breasts felt tight and constricted in the tight leather; reaching one hand up I pulled the top of the corset down pulling my tits free. The contractions of orgasm were wound tight in my stomach and my thighs began to tremble and shake, bucking my hips faster and faster against the plastic cock. He groaned against his rubber gag as I came, my pussy convulsing around the dildo and a flood of wetness drenching the tops of my thighs and dripping down onto his face.
Slowly I lifted myself clear of his face, moaning at the feeling of loss as the rubber cock slid out of my dripping pussy; turning round and straddling his stomach I felt the throb of his prick against my arse. He lifted his head to look at me, and there was pure lust burning in their depths. Taking the dildo from his mouth I lent down to gently kiss his lips. I could smell my sex on his face, taste my cunt on his kiss. Sitting upright I brought the toy to my lips and began running my tongue around the tip. The taste of my pussy exploded in my mouth and I moaned as I sucked the toy deep into my mouth. Tom’s eyes were blazing as he watched and began grinding his hips against me, trying to find some relief. Moving down between his legs I sucked his balls into my mouth one at a time, rolling my tongue around them, then licked a trail to the tip of his cock before sliding his cock into my mouth until his balls rested on my chin. He moaned and squirmed against me, jerking his hips forwards, moving back and letting his cock slide slowly out of my mouth so I could sit upright and free his legs from their silk bindings. Moving up I undid the locks that held his arms above his head; as soon as I’d unlocked the bracelet of one cuff he pulled his arms free and grabbed hold of my hips. Lifting me as if I weighed nothing, he slammed his cock deep into my still tender pussy.
I would have protested but the feeling of his thick shaft buried deep inside my cunt was so good. I quickly rotated my hips, grinding my pussy against him. I could feel the muscles of my pussy clench around his cock, sucking at it, as if trying to draw him deeper inside.
“Fuck, Elizabeth,” he groaned, moving his hands up to my breasts, which were swinging free from the top of the corset. “I need to come, please make me come.”
Reaching my hands round behind me I gripped the tops of his thighs, arching my back and dropping my head towards his feet so he had the view of his cock pushing in and out of my pussy. It was my intention to tease him to the edge of climax then make him beg for more, but that idea was abruptly pushed from my head as his fingers pinched my clit. My orgasm hit me so hard and unexpectedly my entire body convulsed on top of his. I could feel my pussy grip his cock tighter as the waves of my orgasm milked his from him.
I fell onto his chest, my heartbeat thundering in my temples. I felt his arms come around me, and felt the tickle of the cold steel of the handcuff that was still attached to his wrist. We fell asleep like that; his cock nestled deep inside my pussy, wrapped around each other.
When I awoke a little later I saw Tom sitting on the floor at the side of the bed, looking into my suitcase, admiring the toys that I’d brought along. He must have sensed me move, as he looked and around and smiled at me.
“I see you brought a few knick knacks with you.”
“Yeah,” I answered somewhat sleepily. “One or two essentials.”
He laughed loud and lifted out a roll of black latex body tape. “Essentials eh? I like the way you think.”
Sliding forwards on the cotton sheets, I reached into the case and pulled our current favourite toy from the bottom; his eyes smiled as he saw the harness of my strap on dangling from my fingertips. Sitting up on the bed I quickly shimmied into the harness and tightened the straps around my hips. Reaching for the dildo we abandoned on the bed earlier I clicked it in place with a deft flick of my wrist.
“Like I say just one or two essentials.”
He stood up, and I grinned as I saw he was wearing the silk G string I’d taken off earlier, his cock was stiff against the still damp fabric. He blushed and said, “I couldn’t resist, it smelt so good when you took it off earlier, I wanted to see how it felt.”
“I guess I didn’t punish you well enough earlier,” I teased. “Perhaps another lesson is needed?”
He eyed the strap on eagerly and with no hesitation spoke.
“Yes miss.”
I clambered off the bed and undid the laces of my corset and letting it fall to the floor I turned to face him. I ran my fingers lightly down over my breasts and stomach, over the rough material of the harness then over the rubber of the dildo.
“Suck me,” I ordered.
Obediently he knelt in front of me and took the phallus in his mouth. I churned my hips, pushing it deeper; he gagged and moaned around the rubber. I felt my clit throb against the seam of the harness, as I watched him suck and lick, desperately trying to please. I admired the way his whole body moved with each suck, as if he wanted to devour me whole. Pulling the strap on from his mouth I tapped it against the side of his face, lightly smacking his cheek with it.
“Like that whore?” I questioned.
“Yes miss,” he answered, his hand going to his cock and stroking it through the its silken confine. I gently slapped his cheek with the dildo once more, and his prick jerked at the sound of the thwack against his skin.
Stepping back I motioned for him to stand. “Take the panties off and lay on the bed,” I instructed.
He slid his fingers underneath the elastic and slipped the underwear down over his thighs and past his knees then stepped out of it, holding the scrap of fabric in his hand. He moved to bend over the end of the bed.
“Don’t bend over, lay on your back across the bed, keep your hips to the edge of the mattress. I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to tell you what a dirty little whore you are.”
His face flushed at my demand, but he lay across the bed as I had instructed; he held the discarded panties to his nose, breathing deeply and inhaling the scent of both our sexes. Standing between his parted legs I reached for a small bottle of lubricant that was in my case. Pouring some into the palm of my hand I began to coat the surface of the dildo with long strokes, then reaching down I ran my slippery fingers between the globes of his arse, teasing the dark pucker that lay between them. His body reacted greedily. He pushed his hips upwards offering me the access that he craved. I reached for his legs and drew them up, pushing them back towards his chest, then pressed the tip of the strap on against his arsehole.
His body shivered, and he tightened his grip on his cock.
“Beg for it.”
The words left his mouth in a rush. “Please Elizabeth, please fuck me, I need it.”
I churned my hips, moving the head of the dildo up and down against his arsehole, he groaned and pushed against me.
“I said beg for it bitch.” The words rolled off my tongue.
He swore under his breath. “Please, I need it, am begging you, fuck me, treat me like your whore.”
I slowly pushed the head of the rubber cock against the dark ring of muscle, feeling the resistance give way and let me slip inside, slowly inch by inch till my hips were tight against his buttocks and the dildo was buried deep inside him.
“Treat you like a whore?” I questioned. “If you want to be fucked like a whore, then beg for it like a whore.” I rotated my hips, and felt the ripples of his muscles contracting vibrate gently up the length of the rubber cock.
When I started to pump my hips back and forth Tom cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me hard!”
He cursed and swore as I began to fuck his arsehole, slowly at first, then faster, relishing the sound of our bodies slapping together, his hand began to stroke his cock up and down, faster meeting the stroke of my thrusts, leaning forwards, pushing his legs further back and slamming the rubber dong deeper into his arsehole.
I whispered in his ear, “Dirty bitch.”
He bit his lower lip and groaned, pumping his cock harder.
“Filthy whore.”
He stifled a moan and I saw his cock jerk against his hand, as his muscles clenched so tightly around the toy I could barely move it back or forth. The cum ran from his cock, covering his stomach, and spattering against the bedclothes. He lay on the bed for a few moments struggling to catch his breath before he spoke.
“Jesus girl, what do you do to me?”
I laughed as I slid the harness down my hips and to the floor. “About half as much as I’d like to.”
I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the bed. Wrapping his legs around mine, he kissed the back of my neck. We fell asleep that way, wrapped up in each other.
When I woke later, I felt a strange sensation around my leg; looking to the bottom of the bed I saw Tom tie the end of a silk scarf to my ankle. Moving to sit up I discovered that my hands were bound to the head board with the handcuffs.
“Whaa…” I started to question.
Tom just smiled at me and said, “My turn.”
But that’s a whole other story.
