As bets went it was stupid. But that was part of its appeal. In a sense, it was a heads I win, tails you lose situation. If Mexico won in the match, I won. If Iran won, Maeve won, but her prize was an evening as my Domme. Not being a very amenable switch, this was a challenge, but intimacy with Maeve was sure to be a sweet situation.
Her thick red hair and fair complexion were matched with her fiery spirit and her rapacious appetite. We had never been lovers but had often flirted and I was sure that the realization would be worth the risk.
We watched the game with some friends who were totally unaware of our bet. When Iran won, three to one, I nodded to her and toasted the Mexican team.
Three hours later, the knock on my apartment door was right on time. Maeve wore a white London Fog raincoat and high laced white boots. I offered to take her coat. With eyes downcast, appropriately, she took the coat off. Beneath it she wore nothing. I smiled, knowing that she had taken the subway. She would have enjoyed the titillation of knowing that no one knew how near to naked she was. I was willing to bet she was already moist.
Leaving her by the door, I went into my room. I felt her follow. I removed my clothes and put them away. I wouldn't need them anymore tonight. I gestured to the bed. Maeve was slender without being truly skinny. She had a thick red pubic bush that looked too neat not to be trimmed. Her legs were well-shaped and well toned. Her breasts were nicely shaped and sized, not too big, but more than a mouthful. She had the pinkest areolas that I had ever seen. Her nipples stood out sharply. She climbed up on the bed; I enjoyed the display of her ass. I snapped my fingers and she stopped on all fours, looking back at me, awaiting further instruction. I ran my hands over her hips and caressed her lovely derriere, appreciating the shape and tone. No cellulite. My fingers trailed between her lovely thighs and caressed her moist lips. I was right. She was well into it. I stepped back, and gestured for her to lie down on her back.
I showed her the leather gauntlet. I had made it myself. Like a macrame leather glove that tied above the elbow and criss-crossed to the wrists then wove into a net over the hands and into a leash that could be tied to the bed post, or over a door, or on a hook. She slid her hand into the first and wriggled her fingers into the mesh. I secured the end and tied her to the bed. As I pulled on the mate, she was pulling gently at the first. She realized that as she pulled, it tightened and squeezed around her arm and hand. The harder she pulled the more securely she was bound. I saw her chest moving a little faster as she sought more air. I tied the second gauntlet and let her enjoy the feeling.
Wrapping a thin band of suede around her ankles I affixed the shackles that I had bought, then tied them to the feet of the bed, being sure to pull her lovely legs as far apart as I could.
I enjoyed seeing her displayed like that, and sat looking at her for a time. The moisture beaded on her fiery bush. I showed her the leather mask I had made. A hood with an opening for the nose and a stap that connected to the back, the mouth was reversible. One way, it was just closed. The other... the way I now placed it over her lovely face, a small hand carved penis rested on her tongue and kept her from speaking. It was large enough to occupy her, but not large enough to interfere with her breathing. The eye opening could be open or closed. I left it closed. For now.
I sat back and looked. She was lovely. Already the leather gauntlet thongs were leaving a trace of their caress in her skin. Her nipples stood well at attention and the moisture of her quim was almost dripping. I had deliberately not let her see my toys before masking. I sat a while enjoying the view and letting her wonder what would come next.
I opened the special drawer in my bedside table. I had the evening planned, but was willing to be flexible. I took out my crop.
Starting at her delicate throat, I let the tip of the rod trace lightly along the rise of her breasts and around her nipples. Pressing the crop against the farther nipple I watched as she writhed slightly from the forceful caress. The rod came down her side along the ribs, almost tickling in its lightness, but having made its point. Maeve's awareness centered on the point of the rod as it moved along her hip and down her thighs, then up the inside of her thighs and probed the puffy lips of her lovely pussy.
The sudden strike across her thighs made her jump, but she made no sound. I appreciated that. I gave a few more strokes, and then put the rod away quietly. The red streaks stood out so bright and sweet against the pale soft skin of her thighs. I savored the display for a time and let her wonder.
The flogger was another of my hand made toys. I enjoy working with leather, and experimenting with various thicknesses and shapes of the flogger strands had led me to the one I held now. The thin strands were almost a caress as they gently flowed over her stinging thighs. Softly then moved up her flat tummy and across her lovely breasts. Maeve was almost trembling with anticipation. I moved the flogger down along her lovely legs and then struck sharply across the soles of her feet. Slowly, methodically, I worked my way up both of her lovely legs, thrashing with enough force to redden the skin, but not enough to break it. By the time I reached her breasts she was glowing red and writhing in earnest. I gave her breasts the attention they so richly deserved. I stopped the flogger at her elbows, not wanting to disturb the pattern of the gauntlets.
Maeve's body was red and still striped and seemed almost aflame with her desire. I leant down and tongued her nipples and as they stood proud and strong I affixed the silver spiders that made her stiffen with sudden assault. Caressing her wetness and stroking her lips I tasted the sweet tang of her nectar. Climbing between her legs, I pressed my body to hers, aligning my limbs with hers, feeling the heat from her session and knowing that the feel of my skin on hers must be sweet agony, as I set myself and entered her.
Moving within her, I tongued her nipples in their cages and drove into her with deep thrusts. Soon, she was trembling on the edge and I whispered in her ear,
"Cum. Cum now, my pet. Let me feel your passion."
Driving into her I felt her stiffen and surrender to the moment. Our climaxes seemed to go on for long and time tearing minutes. Eventually I lay spent upon her, and savored the sweaty, hot feel of our bodies, slowly becoming two where there was only one.
I unhooked the leg restraints and let her move her lovely legs about, knowing that the sting of the circulation returning would be a separate thrill. I removed the mask next, and as I withdrew the penis I claimed her lips with my own and let my tongue penetrate that warm opening. I released the gauntlets from the bed, but left them tied to her arms. I loosened the ties at the elbow but allowed her to slowly work the thongs loose. The pattern now pressed into her flesh would fade in time, but the memory would remain.
Taking Maeve in my arms, I pulled her against me, the spiders on her breasts cold against my skin. Laying her head on my chest she kissed my nipples and trailed the thongs of the gauntlets along my thighs. Somehow, I did not think we would need any more wagers.
Her thick red hair and fair complexion were matched with her fiery spirit and her rapacious appetite. We had never been lovers but had often flirted and I was sure that the realization would be worth the risk.
We watched the game with some friends who were totally unaware of our bet. When Iran won, three to one, I nodded to her and toasted the Mexican team.
Three hours later, the knock on my apartment door was right on time. Maeve wore a white London Fog raincoat and high laced white boots. I offered to take her coat. With eyes downcast, appropriately, she took the coat off. Beneath it she wore nothing. I smiled, knowing that she had taken the subway. She would have enjoyed the titillation of knowing that no one knew how near to naked she was. I was willing to bet she was already moist.
Leaving her by the door, I went into my room. I felt her follow. I removed my clothes and put them away. I wouldn't need them anymore tonight. I gestured to the bed. Maeve was slender without being truly skinny. She had a thick red pubic bush that looked too neat not to be trimmed. Her legs were well-shaped and well toned. Her breasts were nicely shaped and sized, not too big, but more than a mouthful. She had the pinkest areolas that I had ever seen. Her nipples stood out sharply. She climbed up on the bed; I enjoyed the display of her ass. I snapped my fingers and she stopped on all fours, looking back at me, awaiting further instruction. I ran my hands over her hips and caressed her lovely derriere, appreciating the shape and tone. No cellulite. My fingers trailed between her lovely thighs and caressed her moist lips. I was right. She was well into it. I stepped back, and gestured for her to lie down on her back.
I showed her the leather gauntlet. I had made it myself. Like a macrame leather glove that tied above the elbow and criss-crossed to the wrists then wove into a net over the hands and into a leash that could be tied to the bed post, or over a door, or on a hook. She slid her hand into the first and wriggled her fingers into the mesh. I secured the end and tied her to the bed. As I pulled on the mate, she was pulling gently at the first. She realized that as she pulled, it tightened and squeezed around her arm and hand. The harder she pulled the more securely she was bound. I saw her chest moving a little faster as she sought more air. I tied the second gauntlet and let her enjoy the feeling.
Wrapping a thin band of suede around her ankles I affixed the shackles that I had bought, then tied them to the feet of the bed, being sure to pull her lovely legs as far apart as I could.
I enjoyed seeing her displayed like that, and sat looking at her for a time. The moisture beaded on her fiery bush. I showed her the leather mask I had made. A hood with an opening for the nose and a stap that connected to the back, the mouth was reversible. One way, it was just closed. The other... the way I now placed it over her lovely face, a small hand carved penis rested on her tongue and kept her from speaking. It was large enough to occupy her, but not large enough to interfere with her breathing. The eye opening could be open or closed. I left it closed. For now.
I sat back and looked. She was lovely. Already the leather gauntlet thongs were leaving a trace of their caress in her skin. Her nipples stood well at attention and the moisture of her quim was almost dripping. I had deliberately not let her see my toys before masking. I sat a while enjoying the view and letting her wonder what would come next.
I opened the special drawer in my bedside table. I had the evening planned, but was willing to be flexible. I took out my crop.
Starting at her delicate throat, I let the tip of the rod trace lightly along the rise of her breasts and around her nipples. Pressing the crop against the farther nipple I watched as she writhed slightly from the forceful caress. The rod came down her side along the ribs, almost tickling in its lightness, but having made its point. Maeve's awareness centered on the point of the rod as it moved along her hip and down her thighs, then up the inside of her thighs and probed the puffy lips of her lovely pussy.
The sudden strike across her thighs made her jump, but she made no sound. I appreciated that. I gave a few more strokes, and then put the rod away quietly. The red streaks stood out so bright and sweet against the pale soft skin of her thighs. I savored the display for a time and let her wonder.
The flogger was another of my hand made toys. I enjoy working with leather, and experimenting with various thicknesses and shapes of the flogger strands had led me to the one I held now. The thin strands were almost a caress as they gently flowed over her stinging thighs. Softly then moved up her flat tummy and across her lovely breasts. Maeve was almost trembling with anticipation. I moved the flogger down along her lovely legs and then struck sharply across the soles of her feet. Slowly, methodically, I worked my way up both of her lovely legs, thrashing with enough force to redden the skin, but not enough to break it. By the time I reached her breasts she was glowing red and writhing in earnest. I gave her breasts the attention they so richly deserved. I stopped the flogger at her elbows, not wanting to disturb the pattern of the gauntlets.
Maeve's body was red and still striped and seemed almost aflame with her desire. I leant down and tongued her nipples and as they stood proud and strong I affixed the silver spiders that made her stiffen with sudden assault. Caressing her wetness and stroking her lips I tasted the sweet tang of her nectar. Climbing between her legs, I pressed my body to hers, aligning my limbs with hers, feeling the heat from her session and knowing that the feel of my skin on hers must be sweet agony, as I set myself and entered her.
Moving within her, I tongued her nipples in their cages and drove into her with deep thrusts. Soon, she was trembling on the edge and I whispered in her ear,
"Cum. Cum now, my pet. Let me feel your passion."
Driving into her I felt her stiffen and surrender to the moment. Our climaxes seemed to go on for long and time tearing minutes. Eventually I lay spent upon her, and savored the sweaty, hot feel of our bodies, slowly becoming two where there was only one.
I unhooked the leg restraints and let her move her lovely legs about, knowing that the sting of the circulation returning would be a separate thrill. I removed the mask next, and as I withdrew the penis I claimed her lips with my own and let my tongue penetrate that warm opening. I released the gauntlets from the bed, but left them tied to her arms. I loosened the ties at the elbow but allowed her to slowly work the thongs loose. The pattern now pressed into her flesh would fade in time, but the memory would remain.
Taking Maeve in my arms, I pulled her against me, the spiders on her breasts cold against my skin. Laying her head on my chest she kissed my nipples and trailed the thongs of the gauntlets along my thighs. Somehow, I did not think we would need any more wagers.
