Handcuffs Training Day

Karl Williams had been with Accura Systems for 3 years now. It wasn’t a bad firm or a bad job. He installed and serviced fire alarm systems at commercial premises and offices. He was largely left to his own devices provided the work was done. He worked from home, traveling to clients in the firms van, and only called into the depot every 2 or 3 days as and when necessary.

Today’s job was at a town centre police station. He’d been there a couple of times now. They kept getting false activation and had to deactivate the system. Maybe a bit over sensitive, he thought, like some of these new systems. The main control panel was situated on the top floor near the station kitchen and canteen. Probably just the heat from the kitchen, or could be some other fault.

He pulled in front of the police station and parked in the visitors area outside. It was a large, modern 3 storey pretty ugly concrete building. He presented his works order and booked in at the front office. He walked up 2 flights of stairs with his tool box to the main control panel. A fault was shown on the display. He’d just need to reset the system and do an alarm test. No big deal. Some of the faults that came up at some places were really weird. Hed kept getting call outs to a warehouse where they were getting regular false activations. It turned out eventually that the culprit was a tiny spider that had got into one of the sensors. It had taken him a month to sort that one out.

He reset the main board and went to the police station office. He said he’d just like to do a test and activate the alarm before he left. A sergeant told him they had something going on that day and could he leave it a bit, preferably about an hour. He nodded and called the depot to let them know he’d be at the premises a bit longer.

In the meantime he went to the canteen, put his toolbox down and got a cup of coffee. There weren’t many people about, just half a dozen policewomen drinking tea and eating bacon sandwiches. He wondered what the sergeant was talking about. All seemed fairly quiet.

His attention turned to the policewomen. They were dressed in jogging trousers and sweatshirts or track suits and trainers, raging from about 20 to mid 30s. They were sitting quite close, so he asked what was going on today. “No idea,” one said. “We just work here. Were here for this new handcuff training.” She was about 30, quite tall and slim with short fair hair. It turned out she was a sergeant. He was attracted to her straight away. She had a fresh open face and bright blue eyes, and a warm infectious laugh. Despite her casual dress, she was wearing more make up than hed expect from a policewoman, lipstick and eye shadow.

“What handcuff training?” he asked. The blonde sergeant showed him a pair of handcuffs. “Its these new handcuffs,” she said. “They’re called speedcuffs. They’re replacing the old ones and were doing the training today.” Karl examined the handcuffs. He hadn’t seen ones like that before. They had a rigid plastic bar in the middle. “Are they better than the old ones? Are they difficult to use? They look uncomfortable to me.”

“They are a bit,” she said. “Try them on me.” She turned and put her hands behind her back. Karl picked up the handcuffs and fastened them quickly around her wrists, locking them behind her back. The sergeant laughed. “They are uncomfortable when they’re put on you,” she said. “We’ve got our bondage session in the training room today. Were going to be handcuffed most of the day, handcuffing one another. That’s what the training is.” The other girls laughed.

A younger policewoman unlocked the cuffs from the sergeants wrists to free her. She said she disliked the way the cuffs cut into her wrists, and the other women agreed. He said, “Why not tape up your wrists to avoid the chafing?” He gave her a large roll of white adhesive tape from the toolbox. She used it to tape round her wrists, and gave it to the other girls, who did likewise. She apologised for using up most of it, but Karl said it didn’t matter. He got talking to her. It turned out she had a flat quite near where he lived. They started to get on well together. He told her about his job, and she began talking about herself. It turned out she had been in the police force for 8 years, and was divorced. Her name was Alison Cox.

Two male figures suddenly appeared, a stocky black man and an older white man, also in track suits and trainers. It transpired they were late and were the officers training the policewomen to use the new cuffs. “Okay, ladies,” said the black officer. “Were a bit late, so can we have you all in the training room now, and well get on with it.”

Two large fabric folding screens were pushed back horizontally, revealing a large open carpeted room with several mats on the floor. “Can we have you in three pairs, well go through the programme, and you can take turns as the subject, handcuffing one another.” The policewomen went over to the training area with the two men, and Karl watched with interest. He’d told the station office he’d leave it a bit before testing the alarm, so he sat back and watched as they went through the programme.

The black officer seemed to be the main one conducting the training. He asked for a volunteer, and Alison Cox stepped forward. “Ill be your stooge, Derek,” she said. The black officer demonstrated the correct use of the cuffs with her on one of the mats. He demonstrated using the cuffs in various positions and situations. She was handcuffed with her hands in front of her and then behind her back, standing and kneeling, prone on the mat, passively allowing herself to be handcuffed and then struggling to resist. It was quite an energetic session, leaving her flushed and sweating.

Karl found it all quite a turn on. He had tried bondage with a previous girlfriend, not handcuffs but tying her to the bed with scarves. He had enjoyed it, but other partners had objected when he asked to tie them up. It was something he had fantasised about since, and as he watched the training session he had a rock hard erection he was careful to hide.

After the black officers demonstration with Alison Cox, the women officers formed into 3 pairs who practiced what they had been shown on each other on the mats, taking it in turn to play the part of the arresting officer and the person being arrested. The blonde sergeant paired off with a younger woman. Karl watched fascinated, and became absorbed by what he saw. Nobody would miss him today if he took a bit longer.

Then the session was over. Some of the policewomen went to the ladies toilets or to the kitchen for some water. Karl saw Alison Cox come out and asked her how it had gone. “Okay,” she said. “Just a bit hot and sweaty. Could do with a shower. Your tape was a good idea, it stopped the chafing.” They chatted briefly and he got her phone number. He carried out the alarm test and left.

Karl called her the following day to ask her out. He was a bit surprised when she agreed straight away. Alison was quite a looker and he wouldn’t be surprised if there were other men in her life. Their first night out, he was surprised again to find out there weren’t, and hadn’t been since her messy divorce from another police officer a year and a half ago. Alison was 28. There hadn’t been any children. He hadn’t pushed things too far the first date, but it was obvious she was attracted to him and wanted to see him again. They were soon in a regular relationship and talking of moving in together. Alison seemed to be making up for lost time after her period of celibacy when the divorce came through.

Karl had thought he might be put off by an authority figure like Alison, as he disliked dominant, bossy women. But things turned out quite different. Alison was very much in control and in charge while at work, but despite this, or maybe because of it, in her private life she was very sexually submissive and liked him to take charge. She told him to give her instructions and make her comply with what he wanted. Alison seemed to enjoy it the rougher and more forceful he was.

Alison was very sexual and readily performed oral sex on Karl. She was even receptive and passive when he took her anally. On some evenings together, Karl would “do the treble” when he took her in all three orifices. She would dress to please him, dressing a little bit slutty with plenty of make up, short skirts, high heels and tight low cut tops. He photographed her as she stripped for him on one occasion and videotaped her using her vibrator on the bed.

He sometimes collected Alison after work, when she dressed in stockings and suspenders for him, or sometimes no underwear at all. He would get an expert blow job in a lay by on the way home. When they got in, he would take her roughly while she was still in uniform, without even getting undressed. It seemed that as far as Alison was concerned, the rougher the better. She liked being held down, having her hair pulled and even being choked, having her face slapped, and having him come all over her face. In bed she was completely wild.

Alison kept her old style handcuffs in a drawer at home. She produced these during one of their sessions and Karl
cuffed her hands behind her back, pushed her to her knees and fucked her mouth and throat. After that, every blow job she gave him was in handcuffs. Bondage became a regular feature of their life together.

When Karl picked up Alison from work, dressed in her police blouse and skirt, she was usually in stockings and suspenders with a lot of make up. When they got home, he would push her on the bed, take off her shoes, and then her stockings and uniform knickers. He would force her wrists behind her back and secure them with one of the stockings, winding it taut around her crossed wrists twice vertically before knotting it tightly, then repeating this horizontally, rendering her completely helpless. Then he would push the wadded knickers into her mouth, tying the other stocking tightly over her mouth to gag her. A vigorous all night session would follow, generally involving them “doing the treble.” This too became a regular feature of their love life.

Karl considered himself to be a very lucky man. A girl like Alison was one in a million.

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A Slut Must Obey (Chapter 2A

I was tied outside in the open, for anyone who goes through the street, to have a look at my pathetic state. I didn’t realize, but I started crying heavily. I must have been there all night as I could see the sun, ready to rise any minute now. People were going to wake up and watch me in such an embarrassing position. I had to call Miss Amy out, and beg her to take me in before any one sees me.

I started banging the door with all the little energy that I could gather. It was after some repeated door knocking that I noticed a letter near the main door, with “WHORE”, written on the envelope. Still sobbing, I opened it up, and started reading that lengthy letter.

Slut,

You are officially mine now. But I am not going to force you. You must accept your new life as my slave, my pet, my toy. I need you to accept the following terms. Your acceptance will earn you the right to enter my house again, or else, you can go back home. If you accept all the terms, write “I Accept” on the back of this letter and slide it through the door. Think quick slut, people wake up early in this neighbourhood.

TERMS & CONDITIONS:
1. You accept your new life here now, with your mistress. Your life before now will cease to exist. That also includes your career, your friends and your family. As the only family you have now is Your Mistress’s.
2. As stated above, this also includes all money and material and possessions you own. You will be giving everything you own to me. Nothing will be yours ever again, not even your body.
3. You will be accustomed to wear whatever I deem fit for you, and with that you will never question it.
4. While under my roof, you will serve me as a maid. You will do all the tasks and duties given to you, perfectly.
5. You will be used as I want, as a toy for my Desires or to whomever I permit. You are not a human being anymore, but just a plaything for pleasure.

6. Your place in my home is of a sub/ slave and a pet. In My absence my pet Jane will be in charge. You will follow her orders implicitly, unless otherwise told.
7. As you wish to live and serve in this Lifestyle, you will be thoroughly trained to be the perfect slave. As part of your training, you will be accustomed to enduring pain and pleasure and will seek comfort from Mistress’s teachings.
8. I love animals, that especially of dogs. You will become my bitch.
9. All that has been stated to you now. Reading this is final. Negating any of these instructions will terminate your life here and you will be immediately removed from the household if you disobey. Anything given to Mistress while here will not be returned. You will be in all sense of the word homeless, with a deep understanding that you are a failed pathetic being, incapable of doing anything worthwhile.

You told me you are serious about serving me. This is your chance to prove it. Accept these terms and gain access to your new life, or become an amusement for everyone in the neighbourhood. The choice is yours slut. Act Fast.

Miss Ally

Right beside the letter laid a pen. I read the letter three times, very carefully. I could very well realize that if I accept all this, there would be no turning back. I would be trapped here, forever. I recollected my life so far, and imagined how my life would be from now on. I was running out of time, and I had to act quickly. Due to lack of available options, I took up the pen, and wrote “I ACCEPT” on the back of the letter, and immediately slid it through the door.

I was crying much louder now, but honestly, I felt a little excited, thinking about my new life ahead.

A Slut Must Obey (Chapter 2

As ordered by Miss Ally, I began my journey from the restaurant to her home. She had given me twenty minutes to reach her. It was impossible. I was at a part of town from where it would take at least an hour to reach my destination. I was definitely going to get there late. Miss Ally knew it and might probably be deciding a suitable punishment for me that very moment.

I tried to rush as much as I could, but it still took me fifty five minutes to reach the location.

I had never been this nervous. I was much more confident when I walked the ramp for my first fashion show. This feeling today, this was different. Different, but good. I can’t say I was more nervous, or more excited. It was the first time I was going to meet my Mistress. I have seen her pictures, but meeting her in real, actually seeing her for the first time, I was scared about what I was walking into.

Being already late, I didn’t waste any more time. Got out of my car, and went straight towards her main door. It was a huge, beautiful house. Miss Ally must be wealthy, I thought. I took a final deep breath and rang the bell. Nobody answered the door. I was getting impatient and worried, as to why I am being kept ‘on hold’ here, out in the cold. After around ten minutes, the door was unlocked.

“You are very late,” said the gorgeous woman who opened the door. Gazing at her for the first time,I was mesmerized, but I knew she wasn’t my mistress. Who was she?

“Are you just gonna stand there whole night? Come on in quickly.” That woman must have been in her late twenties, I thought, and she was kind of scolding me at the moment. I understood that. I was being a dumb bitch, staring at her, and not uttering a single word. I didn’t want her to shout at me again, and so, I lifted my feet and entered the house.

It was a massive, dark house. Compared to my tiny little apartment, I was in a palace.

My mind tour of the house was halted when the beauty said, ” Please take a seat. Miss Ally will be here in just a minute.”

Being the obedient girl that I am, I sheepishly walked towards the nearest chair and sat their consciously.

“I am gonna get you a drink. Try to relax and be comfortable.” She walked into the kitchen.

I was scared that moment. My mind was saying that I shouldn’t be there. I shouldn’t be doing all that. Maybe there wouldn’t be any turning back after this. My head was filled with all the negative thoughts about the place. It was exactly when I got my eyes on a picture of Miss Ally, hanging on the wall. “God she is gorgeous,” I told myself. I kept ogling at her picture, and all the negative thoughts which had filled my mind were gone now. All I was thinking about was, where is Miss Ally, and when is she going to meet me?

My long stare at the photo was broken by the woman I had met earlier, as she brought me a drink. “There you go, your drink,” she said, presenting the glass to me. I couldn’t say what it was exactly. Looked like vodka to me. That girl seemed like a maid, or housekeeper for my mistress, taking care of me and getting me the drink. She had addressed mistress as ‘Miss Ally’ earlier and so, maybe I was thinking right.

“Thank you so much,” as I took a sip.

“What is this exactly? It tastes something… new,” I tried to enquire, but the woman almost ignored me and sat in front of me. She didn’t answer, and started staring at me. Oh, those eyes. Being lost in her beauty, I no longer cared what the hell I was drinking.

“I didn’t catch up your name. You are?” I tried to break the silence.

“Jane,” she said.

“Is Miss Ally busy right now?” I asked Jane, but she was giving me a look as if she wasn’t interested in a conversation, at all.

“She’ll be here soon, don’t worry,” replied Jane as she headed back to the kitchen. She must have been busy preparing dinner for mistress, I thought.

I was almost done with my drink now. My anticipation growing every minute. I was feeling good so far. Nothing seemed wrong or odd about being at this place. All I was thinking about was, ‘When will I see Mistress.’ I don’t know what happened, and immediately, I started feeling little hazy. Everything was getting blurred, and I was losing vision. I was passing out. Jane must have mixed something in my drink. That bitch. Seconds later, my eyes were getting shut. The last image that I remember was Jane standing in front of me, with a smile on her face.

I was gently opening my eyes after what seemed like hours. Still not under full consciousness, I tried to adjust my position. I was feeling very uncomfortable. As I tried to move myself, it seemed like something was pulling me. I realized, I couldn’t move. ‘What the hell!’

My neck was tied up with something very tightly. I was in full consciousness now, almost. I realized, I was collared. It was a leather collar around my neck, restricting my movement. It was attached to a dog leash, tied to a door. My mouth was aching, and it was getting difficult to breath. This was because, something was stuffed in my mouth. I tried to throw it out but couldn’t do it. Hovering my hand over my mouth, I noticed, it was covered with tape. My mouth was sealed with some kind of cloth or fabric, shoved inside my mouth.

I was feeling very cold at that moment. I knew why it was. I was bare naked. I was feeling very annoyed, and tears started rolling down my eyes. But, it was too soon. I realized how extreme trouble I was in when I looked around myself. I was collared, tied to a door, mouth sealed, bare naked… outside the main door of the house.

I was tied outside in the open, for anyone who goes through the street, to have a look at my pathetic state. I didn’t realize, but I started crying heavily. I must have been there all night as I could see the sun, ready to rise, any minute now. People were going to wake up and watch me in such an embarrassing position. I had to call Miss Amy out, and beg her to take me in before any one sees me. I started banging the door with all the little energy that I could gather. It was after some repeated door knocking that I noticed a letter near the main door, with “WHORE”, written on the envelope. Still sobbing, I opened it up, and started reading that lengthy letter.

Slut,
You are officially mine now. But I am not going to force you. You must accept your new life as my slave, my pet, my toy. I need you to accept the following terms. Your acceptance will earn you the right to enter my house again, or else, you can go back home. If you accept all the terms, write “I Accept” on the back of this letter and slide it through the door. Think quick slut, people wake up early in this neighborhood.

A Slut Must Obey (Chapter 1

It was 7 pm. I was at a restaurant with few of my girl friends. My eyes were on the watch the whole time because I had to complete the task my mistress gave me. I had been re-reading her message the whole day.
Dear pet,

This is your first task. I don’t care where you are at 19:00 in the evening today. You have to cum exactly at 7, record it all on your phone, and send it to me. It has to be at a public place. I know it’s all new for you, so I am not gonna make you do it in front of people – not yet at least. Use a public restroom and cum for me, you little whore. I want to see the recording exactly at 19:15. So you better be on your schedule. Don’t even think about failing me. You know you will be punished. Be a good slut and complete your task. Make me proud.

Miss Ally

This was making me nervous. I met my mistress on an online site. I always fantasized about being used and treated like a whore and that’s what got me into all this. I had to complete this first task to gain her trust and only then she will agree to “own” me. I had to impress her no matter what. I can’t fail.

Thinking about cumming in a public place was getting me very horny and wet. I was not wearing any bra and panties today – because that’s what I had been ordered to do by my mistress, and I would never disobey her orders.

I made an excuse to my friends and headed towards the restroom. When I entered, the ladies room was empty. It was not a very crowded place today, so it certainly was a lucky day. I was little relieved; very excited and couldn’t wait much longer. I dropped down my jeans and started rubbing my horny wet pussy. It felt extremely amazing. The last time I had cum was two weeks back (the first time I talked to my mistress online). I was denied to cum until Miss Ally orders. Today was the first time she gave me the permission to touch myself. It was pure pleasure. While I was at it, I heard someone enter the restroom, but I was feeling so good that I didn’t care about that at all.

I had to record the whole thing too, otherwise there will be no point doing it. I didn’t want miss to get angry. So, I took out my phone and started recording my slutty side. I tried to control my moans but I can be pretty loud. I am sure the girl outside was hearing me. I didn’t care. All my focus was on my pussy and how the recording was going on. Before long, I was cumming like a dirty little whore in a public toilet.

After the glorious orgasm, I cleaned up and came out. It was astonishing to see a girl standing there outside. I thought she had left. It was clear she knew what I did in there. She had a big smile on her face and glowing eyes. She winked at me, gave me a tiny slip of paper and headed out of the restroom. It was all a little embarrassing but it turned me on. The paper that girl handed me had her number on it and it read, “CALL ME.” My friends were waiting outside for me at the table, so I didn’t take long and headed out to join them.

It felt so good to have obeyed my mistress and to act like a slut. I knew I wanted to do this forever. It was amazing to let out my inner slut. But the task wasn’t complete yet. I had the send the recording to my mistress. I checked the time and it was a little over 19:15. Miss must have been waiting to hear from me. Hurriedly , I forwarded her the recording of my slutty experience and began to wait for her reply.

It had been quite some time since I forwarded the recording to Miss Ally. I hadn’t heard from her yet. I had been constantly checking my phone, to see if some message pops up. But nothing came. My friends and I were done with our dinner and our silly girly talks. It was bothering me why miss didn’t send a message about it. I didn’t want to look impatient so I decided not to do anything and wait for her. I got in my car, ready to head back home… and then the phone buzzed… It was a message from Miss Ally.

I need to see you. Come to the below address immediately. You have 20 mins.

You’re Been A Naughty Girl

I arrive at your hotel room and knock on the door. As you open the door, my eyes almost pop out of my head with the sight before me.
You are dressed seductively in a sexy red lingerie set with matching high heels. The lingerie consists of a red see-through bra that perfectly supports your beautiful 12DD breasts, a crotch-less see-though thong, and a sheer half coat that covers your shoulders. I can see that your bare pussy has been freshly waxed and your perky nipples are visibly aroused.

You greet me affectionately and invite me in. Once the door is closed, you notice the bag in my hand and ask me what it is.

“You’ve been a naughty girl! And naughty girls must do what they are told and only speak when spoken to!” I say sternly.

You smile and say, “Ooo, this will be fun!”

Smack! You feel the sting of my hand on your nearly bare bum.

“Did you not understand what I said? And you will address me as ‘sir’. Do you understand?” The look on my face shows you that I am serious.

“Yes sir!” you reply smartly.

“Now stand there while I look at you,” I command.

I sit on the end of the bed and slowly look you over. I reach over and firmly pinch your nipples. You flinch. Smack! This time my hand lands on your other cheek.

“Did I say you can move?”

“No,” you reply softly.

Smack! “No what?”

“No Sir.”

“Good, now turn around.”

You do as you are told and turn around. I gently rub my hand over your reddening arse. My touch is soothing and you relax. Smack! “Bend over and touch your toes you naughty girl!”

You bend over giving me a close up view of your exposed womanhood. I lean in close to inspect it and can smell your arousal. I grab your pussy roughly and check how wet you are by sliding a finger into your pussy. “Have you been playing with yourself while you waited for me?”

“No sir.”

Smack! “Don’t lie to me naughty girl!”

“Yes sir.”

“Now take off your clothes!”

“Yes sir.”

You begin to remove our lingerie. “Slowly, dance a little like a strip tease!”

“Good,” I say once you are naked, “now undress me. Carefully place my clothes on the chair in the corner!”

You begin to undress me, starting with the buttons on my shirt. You place the shirt on the chair as instructed and start undoing my belt and pants. You slide them down to the floor and I step out of them. Pulling down my boxers, I see you look longingly as my seven inch cock. Your desire to touch it can be clearly be seen.

“Do you want to play with my cock naughty girl?”

“Yes sir.”

“You may, but be very gentle. If you do a good job you may get rewarded!”

You kneel down, gently cupping my shaved balls with your hands and begin to lick the head of my cock. It responds to your efforts and begins to grow to its full size. You look up at me as you start to swallow my cock, managing more than half of it in your mouth. You roll your tongue around my mushroom head and gently run your teeth across it as you move it in and out of your mouth.

“Very good naughty girl!” I say as I enjoy the sensations of your attention to my manhood.

After about five minutes, I can feel that I am close to cumming. “Stop! Here comes your reward, open your mouth!”

My cum shoots from my cock into your mouth and over your face and breasts.

“Do you like your reward?” I ask.

“Yes sir!” you say with a smile.

“You did a very good job! Clean yourself up but don’t waste a drop. Clean off my cock while you are at it.”

You wipe the cum off your face and breasts, licking your fingers as you go. You then gently suck the cum from the end of my softening cock.

“Swallow it all! Open your mouth and show me!” You open up to show me you have swallowed all my cum. “Good girl, I think you deserve what I brought with me!”

I go to my bag and pull out some neck ties. “Stand up.”

I use the first tie to blindfold you.

“Now lie on the bed on your stomach with your arms and legs wide apart.”

You feel me use the other ties to secure your arms and legs to the corners of the bed. You feel exposed, vulnerable and excited all at the same time while you wonder what is coming next.

You don’t have to wait long before you feel my hands begin to explore your body, starting with your legs working upwards. I slowly caress your inner thighs and teasingly brush against your wet pussy. I continue up your body and gently massage the cheeks of your bum with both hands, feeling the smoothness of your skin.

Smack! The unexpected pain causes you to quietly cry out. I grab your hair and whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“Yes sir,” you reply quietly. My lips gently kiss the check I had smacked only moments before.

Smack! This time the other check.

“Do you want me to kiss this one better too?” I whisper again.

“Yes please sir”

Again you feel my lips kissing your tender arse check. My kisses begin to work their way up your body. I begin to softly nibble on your neck and ear while my fingers tenderly explore your pussy and inner thighs. You lift your hips slightly to give me access to your clit.

I whisper in your ear, “Do you want me to play with your clit?”

“Yes,” you moan softly.

“Ask me then, beg me to play with you.”

“Please play with my clit. I beg you, play with me!” I can hear the desperation in your voice.

“Ok, since you asked nicely.”

You feel my finger gently working your clit, rubbing between your lips and occasionally pushing inside you. Your juices are starting to flow and you can feel the intensity of your orgasm starting to build. Smack! Smack!

“Not just yet!” I whisper in your ear.

You feel me moving off the bed. You hear movement in the room but you are still blindfolded and can’t see what I have doing. You feel me return to the bed and you again wonder what could be next.

A stab of cold shoots up your spines as you feel what could only be ice being gently rubbed over your reddened arse check. I continue to work the melting ice over your sore bum cheeks as the skin starts to go numb. You feel the cold water slowly running down between your checks when you realise that one of my fingers is now working its way around your little brown eye probing the opening for a way inside.

“Do you want me to put my finger in your arse?” I whisper in your ear.

You answer, “Yes!” as you feel my finger gently start to work it way inside.

The intensity of this feeling is one you have not experienced in years and is heightened by the blind fold and restraints. You feel my finger slowly working its way in and out. A pair of fingers enters your pussy at the same time and they all begin to work your pleasure zones. You feel your orgasm starting to build again when suddenly I stop and remove my fingers again.

“Not just yet,” I whisper again move off the bed.

The restraints on your arms and legs are released. “Let’s stand you up for a minute to get your circulation going again but don’t touch the blindfold!”

I help you to your feet, encouraging you to move around a bit.

“Now I want you to lie back down again this time on your back.” I help you back down on the bed, spread your arms and legs wide and restrain you once again.

You feel me sit back down beside you and then lean towards you. As my lips touch yours, you passionately return my kiss. Our tongues meet and playfully move around our mouths. My hands are playfully caressing your hair, ears and neck. You want to reach out to touch me back but the restraints leave you powerless. My kisses start to move down to your neck, and once again I am nibbling my way around your neck from one ear to the other. I work my way down your body to your breasts, kissing all around them before settling my lips on your nipples.

Using my tongue and teeth, you feel me gently teasing your nipples, alternating between flicking them with my tongue and sucking on them. Changing breasts, I repeat the same technique. Your nipples grow more sensitive from my attention and once again you feel your arousal is building up.

I continue my kisses down your body until you feel my lips starting play across your bare pussy. You feel my tongue start to work across your clit, going around and around it. The sensation is starting to drive you crazy. As my tongue works it magic, once more your orgasm is growing. You feel my fingers begin to explore inside your pussy, finding your G spot, while my tongue continues to work your clit. You moan in pleasure as your orgasm approaches.

I stop and the whisper in your ear, “Did you want me to stop?”

“No!” you answer in frustration. “Please!”

“Sorry. Not yet”.

You feel me moving around on the bed and then positioning myself between your spread legs. You wonder what I am going to do next until you feel the soft flesh of my circumcised cock moving slowly between the lips of your pussy. I softly rub my cock around your clit and then working it up and down your slit. I finally push the mushroom head inside your tight pussy, then quickly pull it out again and continue to work it around the outside of your pussy and back over your clit.

Once again, I push the head of my cock just inside you. This time, you thrust your hips forward, desperately trying force my manhood deeper inside you. I quickly withdraw again and continue to tease you. As my cock enters just inside your wet pussy for a third time, I see the frustration on your face.

“Do you want something?” I ask quietly.

“Yes, give it to me!” you demand.

“Are you sure?” I teasingly reply.

“YES! Will you just stop teasing and fuck me now!”

“Well, if you’re sure,” and you feel my cock thrust deep inside you.

The thickness of it fills your pussy and the orgasm that has been alluding for so long rushes to the surface. As I continue to pound your tight wet pussy with long deep thrusts, a second and third wave of ecstasy consumes you and I can feel the muscles in your pussy squeezing my cock with each one.

The intensity of the orgasms is overwhelming your senses but you are powerless to do anything. You feel my cock thrust once more deep inside you before it shots its load of cum deep inside. I collapse on top of you, both of us spent from the intensity of the moment.

I lift your blindfold and look deeply into your eyes.

“That was amazing,” you say.

“Thanks, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I’ve never experienced anything like it! Thank you!” The smile on your face says it all.

“You’re very welcome,” I say smiling back.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask.

“I’m not sure yet, after all you have been a naughty girl,” I reply with a cheeky smile.

Packing For The Weekend

I am packing for our weekend together, and having difficulty deciding how much of our toybox to take. It’s a short weekend break, I’m travelling light and I simply haven’t got that much space after putting all the clothes, shoes & other things I need. Ours is, right now, a long distance relationship, and every second we spend together needs to be used well, so I’m packing light and trying to keep things simple.

Handcuffs are easy. I had a clear out; ditched the tacky fluffy handcuffs and the cheap plastic ones, leaving us with only a solid steel pair. They weren’t perfect, but a few evenings spent cleaning, oiling, filing and polishing turned them into something I was happy to lock you up in. I surprised you with them, naturally. It’s always more fun to catch you unawares. In the case of those handcuffs, it was after your work Christmas party.

I’d told you I was driving, and stayed sober, while you joined your colleagues in drinking cocktails by the pitcher. I had mineral water with lemon, and chatted to a couple of other non-drinkers for a few hours, all the while aware of the hunk of looped metal in my pocket, wrapped in a handkerchief to muffle any clinking. By the time we came to leave, you were fairly tipsy, and leaning against me as we walked out the venue and down the damp street outside. I could smell the rum on your lips and the perfume rising off you as we walked. I steered you into an empty side street, cluttered with abandoned kebab boxes, so there was no-one to watch as I stopped suddenly, pushed you into the space between a couple of bins and pinned your arms behind your back. The alcohol slowed your reactions so you didn’t realise what I was doing, and it was so much easier than I’d thought to simply hold your wrists with one hand and grab the cuffs from my jacket with the other hand. You’d twisted in my arms, turning to me with confusion and surprise written on your face. I didn’t want you to fall, so I held you tightly as you struggled, and was rewarded with a close-up of your face as you realised what I’d done.

I kissed you hard, then stepped back, draped my jacket round your shoulders, put my arm around waist and walked you back out the alley and down the street. I had a hard grip on you, partly to stop you falling, but mostly so I could enjoy the sight of you, horny, handcuffed and soaking wet at being locked up in public. The metal around your wrists was hidden by my jacket and to anyone else we would have looked innocuous enough, but I was close enough to hear your breathing coming fast and shallow, see your face flushing, eyes unfocused, and watch your nipples harden until they were clearly showing through your satin dress. I walked you to the hotel, taking a firm grip of the cuffs so I could slow you down as we walked across the foyer; for some reason you didn’t want to linger under the gaze of the receptionists. The room we’d booked was on the nineteenth floor, and the lift took a minute or so to get us up there. Once the doors closed I put one hand to your throat and pressed you firmly back against the wall. You were drunk and chained and we were alone, so I took advantage of the moment to kiss you savagely, invading you with my tongue and marking you with my fingernails as I held you. You whimpered, and opened your legs.

I wrap the cuffs carefully and pack them in my case. I find the keys in your top drawer, next to your vibrators. One goes on the chain round my neck, and I stash the spare in my toilet bag.

I consider packing the leather collar I bought you. Last New Year we had a break from parties and fireworks to be together in the little stone cottage I hired, out among the fields and the woods and the snow. I stoked up the fire and made the place warm before I padlocked the collar around your neck and told you, with a kiss, what you would have to do. I saw in this year sitting by a roaring fire, while you served me single malt on a silver tray. You were shaved and oiled, wearing only your heels and the black leather collar with your eyes downcast. I took the whisky and sat back in the huge leather chair enjoying the sight of you kneeling in the firelight, eyes closed, lips parted and a slight glistening between your thighs betraying your feelings at being reduced to a naked servant. Once the bells had sounded, and the new year had begun, I snapped on your leash and pulled you to me. You tasted of wine and lust.

In the end, it took two days for you to earn your freedom. Along the way I made you earn your orgasms, your clothes and my cock, and you loved every minute.

I’ve lifted the collar to my mouth. I can still smell your perfume on it, overpowering the leather. I’m tempted to pack it for a moment, but then decide it’s probably better kept at home. Locking it on you is a wonderful way of putting you in your place, but this weekend promises to be fairly hectic. I’ll save it for a time when we have quiet and privacy again. I coil it carefully and put it back in the toybox.

Next thing for consideration is the gag. It’s a black ballgag which fills your mouth in a most satisfying manner. You have a lovely mouth; it’s witty, erudite, sarcastic and frequently filthy, with beautiful lips you know exactly how to accentuate with that deep red lipstick that I love. Your mouth… it tells me your problems, gives me ideas, tells me gossip and can pout in a most fetching manner. It kisses me hard and soft, and you can use it to put the hairs on the back of my neck up with a few well chosen words, whispered from millimetres away. All arguments for leaving the gag at home. I put it to one side; I’ll need to consider it.

I never used to see the point in the theatre but your tastes are rubbing off on me, and we’re off to see the Shakespeare play you wanted. Personally I’ve avoided any mention of the man since I left school, but your enthusiasm seems to be rubbing off on me, even though I still suspect you’re mainly in it for the fit young actors in tight tights and codpieces. You asked me to book tickets for Friday evening, and I think your plan was for us to get all dressed up, enjoy the performance and pretend we’re proper grown-ups for a few hours.

I lied to you though. On Friday night you’re going to be perfumed and prettified in your best clothes, ready to leave our hotel room with the expectation of an evening show followed by drinks in a bar full of theatre-goers. I’ll play along, get my good clothes on, and get myself ready for an evening out. When you’re ready to go, poised, and perfectly dressed and made up, I will grab you, force you down on the bed and use you in every way I see fit. I will tear off your clothes and fuck you everywhere I want, and you will do nothing but gasp and beg and shake and accept it. I am bigger and stronger than you are, and I will use it against you when I’ll enjoy it. I will cuff your hands behind your back, grab a fistful of your hair and force my cock between your pretty, pouting, scarlet lips and you will gag and drool and suck, just like you know you should. I want to ruin your carefully made-up look. I want to see your mascara ruined and your lipstick mixed with cum and smeared across your face. To take you from the peak of poise and sophistication, strip your clothes and your defenses from you, and leave you naked and begging to be fucked is an enormous pleasure, and one I intend to enjoy to the full.

Now that I think about it, the gag needs to come. When it’s not full of my cock, the only things I want coming out your mouth are muffled squeals and drool. I pull it out, wrap up the straps, and stow it in my case. I tuck the theatre tickets in next to it. I’ll happily lie to you, but I won’t disappoint you. I booked seats for Saturday night, not Friday.

I reach into the toybox again, feel something hard and heavy at the bottom and pull out the surgical shears. Big, solid, blunt nosed, and sharp bladed; they’ve been in there since the beginning but have only been used occasionally, usually on a particularly stubborn knot. There’s a smear of paint on the blades and it takes me a moment to remember how it got there. A few months ago I’d asked you over to help me decorate the spare bedroom; you came, changed into your paint spattered jogging bottoms and saggy old t-shirt and got to work. We spent several hours coating the walls in fifty shades of inoffensive magnolia and once it was finished I told you I’d head to the kitchen and make coffee.

Your were picking dry paint off a brush when I came up behind you, put one hand over your eyes, my other arm around your body and pulled you back against me. Your arms did that thing they always do, the momentary fight-or-flight tremble before you relax into what I’m doing with you. I guided you through to my bedroom, and made you kneel at the end of the bed. You nodded briefly and obeyed when I warned you to keep your eyes closed and stay still. The blindfold was black and silky, and left you utterly sightless once I’d tightened it. The cuffs were leather, with a soft lining, and you moaned gently as they were buckled and tightened around your wrists. Your breathing became hard and ragged, so I took a few minutes to kiss you and stroke your hair. After a few minutes you had calmed, so I helped you to your feet, gave you a hug and shackled your cuffed wrists to the spreader bar I had suspended from the new ceiling hook. You hadn’t expected that. Once there, you were stuck, and it was easy to force your legs wide open as I cuffed your ankles to the second spreader bar.

In the end you were left standing at the end of my bed, blindfolded, spread-eagled, moving this way and that as you tested your restraints. I took a moment to enjoy the view, circling you and noting the signs of arousal already visible through your clothes. You waited with bated breath, unsure what I would do. I took a certain amount of enjoyment from leaning in close to you, whispering “Hold still” and being rewarded with a shiver of fear and anticipation.

I started at your ankles, methodically cutting my way up your trouser legs with the shears. The bar held your legs apart, despite your attempts to close them. It took a quick slap to the tender part of your inner thigh to remind you that if I wanted your legs open, you were to keep them open. Kneeling in front of you, I carefully cut through the waistband of those awful trousers and pulled them away, tearing the last few threads. The familiar wet patch was forming on the front of your thin cotton knickers and I could smell you, hot and exciting. I got hard in about a second, and for a moment thought of abandoning my plan and simply fucking you here and now. Then I shook myself and started to cut your baggy t-shirt. The way you shuffled back as far as your bonds would let you was adorable. If you don’t want to suffer, my dear, you shouldn’t endure me so delightfully.

I come back to reality to find I’m holding the floggers. I ended up using both of them on you that day, both the big and the small one. I’d planned to simply cut your clothes from you, then tease you a bit but ended up spanking and flogging you red, exploring every inch of you with my hands and tongue, making you flinch with ice, surprising you with kisses, and with your vibrator… in the end we never did fuck that night. I simply wore you out, left your head spinning between the pain and the pleasure and the teasing and the anticipation and realisation. When I unbuckled you from your cuffs, you collapsed against me, burying your face in my neck, and I carefully carried you to bed. You had given me all you had, indulged my little sadistic streak and been left exhausted. It only seemed right to give something back, so I laid you down across the bed, gripped your wrists firmly, went down on my knees and gave you the orgasms you deserved.

I consider the floggers before putting them back. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m not in the mood for using them. I might regret this later, but as I said, space is at a premium.

I reach into the toybox again and pull out the rope. Last time we had this out, I wrapped you up in a basic body tie, then threw your clothes to you and announced we were off to the pub. It was fun sitting there later, listening to the rain beat on the windows, drinking dry cider, listening to the conversation around us and watching you opposite me, shifting slightly this way and that. I could see the outlines under your jeans, subtle ripples in the denim indicating where the cotton rope was clenching and squeezing you. You leant forward to take a drink and stopped with a stifled gasp. I guessed that was the crotch tie going tight. All in all, watching you kept me entertained and aroused in equal measure. When we got back home, I had your clothes off in less than a minute. Decision made.

I grab the hanked rope, and tuck it into the little space remaining in my bag. Rope, handcuffs and a ballgag; it’s a respectable little set of versatile restraints with a range of possibilities. Hogties are certainly straightforward. No floggers though; if I feel like turning your pert bum red, I’ll just need to put you over my knee and do it the old fashioned way.

I check my watch; I don’t have much time. I throw the rest of my clothes in my bag, grab my coat on the way out the apartment and hail a taxi outside.

I’m going to enjoy this weekend.

So are you.

The Birthday Bitch

Mmm, fuck…keep doing that. Don’t stop until I cum.”

I tightened my grip on Will’s hair until I was certain it must hurt. He knew enough to take my words seriously; he licked and sucked my clit with increased fervor, knowing that if I didn’t cum, he wouldn’t, either. Probably not for a while as he’d be wearing his cock cage every day.

Not that I really needed the cage to keep him in line. He was an eager little fuck toy who enjoyed being used, abused, and humiliated as I saw fit. If I told him to keep his hands off his sad little cock, he would. He was a glutton for punishment. But he was also a horny fucker whose hands were always on his dick, and I enjoyed knowing that with the cock cage, I could take that pleasure away from him.

“Use your fingers… fuck me, I’m close,” I panted, giving the hair in my fist a sharp tug. A moment later, I groaned as my pussy spasmed. Will continued to lick until I pushed his head away.

I caught my breath, then addressed him in a dismissive tone.

“You took too long. No orgasm for you, I’m afraid.” I smiled at his fleeting look of disappointment.

“You have a problem with that?”

“No, Liza.” I didn’t demand to be called Mistress, or Ma’am. I didn’t need a silly title to get him and keep him on his knees.

“Good.” I leaned over and kissed his lips. “That’s a good boy. Bring your cage over here and let’s lock you up so there is no temptation.”

He did as I asked and climbed into bed behind me, the cool metal between his legs pressed up against the cheeks of my ass.

“So—my birthday will be coming up in a few weeks,” I began innocently as we ate breakfast the next morning. “And there is something I’d like you to do for me.”

Will placed his spoon back in his cereal bowl. “Of course, Liza. What is it?”

“Well, I know what an eager slut you are. And you please me very much. But as you know, I like to push your boundaries. I realize this is something you’re on the fence about, but it isn’t a hard limit, and well…it is my birthday.”

He looked at me curiously. “Okay. What exactly is it?”

I set my coffee cup down and looked him in the eye. “We both love it when I fuck you with the strap-on like the nasty little bitch you are. And you are aware of my fondness for watching two men fuck. I think it’s time you took a real cock up the ass for me.”

There was a moment of silence. I knew he wouldn’t love the idea; might even resist it. Being with another man was as close to a hard limit as he had, but he hadn’t entirely ruled it out. And I knew that when he was highly aroused, he would do just about anything that was asked of him.

“Hmm. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Oh, come on. You knew it would come up sooner or later. It’s been a while since we talked about it, but the only thing that would get me wetter than fucking you myself would be watching you get fucked with a real cock. And ultimately, if I say you’re going to do it, what’s going to happen?”

He cast his eyes downward. “If you say I’m going to do it, I’ll do it.”

“That’s right. Because who’s the bitch in this relationship, Will?”

“I am, Liza. I’m your bitch.”

I reached out to stroke his hair. “That’s right, you are. All mine. Now go on, or you’ll be late for work. I want you to think about being bent over while another man works his cock into your ass. With me watching, of course.”

He groaned as he got up from the table, a noticeable bulge forming in the front of his trousers.

If he’d had real objections to it, of course he could have always refused. Will liked to be pushed into kinkier and kinkier things, so I had no misgivings about basically telling him he was going to do it.

“Get on your back and get ready for me. I hope you’ve been using your plug. I want to use you hard tonight.”

He scrambled into position like the obedient, horny little slut he was. I tossed a bottle of lube to him. “Prep yourself. No reason I should do all the work.”

Of course, I knew he relished the embarrassment of having to finger his ass while I stood there and watched, strap-on in position. He grunted as he pushed two fingers in, then three. After a few minutes I slapped his hand away.

“Get up on all fours.” He did, and I knelt behind him, running one hand over his muscular ass.

“Tell me you want to get fucked.”

“I want to get fucked, please.”

“Good boy, remembering your manners.” I teased his asshole with the tip of the strap-on before pushing in, going all the way in one smooth thrust.

“Ah, fuck…” Will’s head hung down. His panting breaths gave away his excitement.

I slowly pulled out until just the head remained inside him. A slow thrust back in… out. In. Out. I could sense that he wanted it faster, harder, but I wasn’t ready it give it to him yet.

“You love having my cock inside you, don’t you, bitch?”

“Y-yes, Liza.” His voice was strained.

I sighed. “That doesn’t sound very convincing at all. Do better.”

He took a deep breath. “I love getting fucked by your cock, Liza. I love being a nasty little slut for you.”

“Mmm, I know you do. But you know what I think you’d really like? And more importantly, what I’d really like?” I stopped fucking him altogether, the tip of the strap-on barely touching his hole; teasing him.

“W-what, Liza?” Frustration and desperation were evident in his tone.

I drove the silicone cock home, rocking him forward with the force and suddenness of my thrust. “To see you taking a real cock up your ass. That’s what I want.”

The only answer I got was a stream of muttered curses and moans as I fucked him the way he wanted, needed. It was enough.

The weekend of my birthday I’d made reservations at an elegant hotel. Will hadn’t asked what I wanted for my birthday, as he usually did; this year I’d been very clear about it. We hadn’t talked about it again, but he knew that when I said something, I meant it. He also knew that a stay in a hotel usually meant bringing toys, and a night of dirty, kinky fun. Somehow, it was more exciting to be doing such things away from the familiar confines of home.

We checked in late Saturday afternoon. Will took me out to dinner, where he presented me with an exquisite platinum and diamond bracelet.

“I haven’t forgotten what we talked about. I— ”

I cut him off with a smile. “I haven’t, either. Let’s go back to the room now.”

He nodded and motioned the waiter over. When the bill was settled, we headed for the elevator.

As we entered the room, I closed the door and pinned Will between it and my body. My lips met his in a hard kiss.

“Get undressed and on the bed. I’ll be out in a moment.” I picked up a small suitcase and brought it into the bathroom with me.

I changed into the outfit I’d brought especially for tonight. Opening the door, I could see Will lying on his back naked on the bed.

He groaned when I stepped out of the bathroom. He loved seeing me in heels and skimpy lingerie almost as much as I loved seeing him in it. Tonight, I wore black fishnets and a sheer black bra and thong. Ankle strap heels finished the look.

“Like it, pussy?” I smirked at his rapidly hardening cock.

“Yes, Liza.” His gaze was hungry and eager.

“Of course you do. Sit up.” I took the blindfold I’d brought with me and secured it over his eyes, tying it behind his head. “Get into position… ass up, head down.”

Moving behind him, I admired the way his posture opened him up for me. I ran a finger around his asshole, enjoying his muffled moans. Spreading his cheeks with both hands, I leaned in and touched the tip of my tongue to his hole. He groaned.

“Like that, don’t you, you nasty little cunt? Like having your asshole licked?” Dirty talk made him even more desperate and ready.

His response was a garbled moan. I licked circles around his hole, barely brushing it before finally dragging my tongue from his asshole to his balls and back again. He shuddered. I pushed the tip of my tongue against him, poking and teasing as he relaxed and opened for me.

“What a dirty little slut you, lying here having your ass licked.”

When I got no response, I slapped his ass hard. “Forgot your manners? I said, what a dirty little slut you are. Aren’t you?”

“Fuck! Yes, Liza. I’m your dirty slut.” He was panting hard now, aroused and eager.

“Yes, you are. And sluts like to get fucked, don’t they?”

“Yes, oh God, yes…”

Crouching behind him, I squirted some lube down his crack and pushed in one finger, then two. Fucking him vigorously, I asked, “But you don’t want just fingers, do you?”

“N-No!”

“Good. And neither do I.” I removed my fingers and stood. “Don’t move.”

I went about my preparations, wondering what was going through his mind as he heard the muted click of the door.

After a few minutes I returned to his side. “Getting impatient, are we? Ready to have your ass reamed good?”

He gave a frantic nod.

“Good, good. First tell me—why are we here this weekend?”

“What? We’re here because it’s your birthday.”

“Very good. And what did I tell you I wanted for my birthday?”

I could tell the moment realization hit. “Liza… oh, God— ”

I motioned for the tall, muscular stranger to step forward. He was naked, his cock hard.

“I adore the bracelet, Will. But you know I want this, and I know deep down you really want to give it to me. Don’t you? Tell me you want a nice, hard cock up the ass. Tell me.”

“Fuck. Please, Liza…” Even as he balked, he never changed position.

“Tell me. Don’t be ashamed of wanting to get fucked like the pussy bitch you are. Tell me.”

I motioned the stranger forward, and he moved into position behind Will. I reached out and grasped his thick cock and rubbed it between Will’s cheeks.

“Tell me you want it.”

His breathing was fast and harsh as I teased his soon to be abused asshole. My lips brushed his ear as I repeated the command.

“Tell me!”

“ Fuck… fuck. Yes, I want it.” The words came out in a choked whisper.

“Mmm, that’s my good boy.”

I nodded to the stranger. As he got in position behind Will, I lay back on the bed, my pussy well within Will’s reach.

“You’re going to lick me while you’re taking it up the ass. You’d better do a good job of it, or I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a week.”

Will nodded eagerly. He was clearly in such a state of fuck-it-all horniness that he probably would have done anything that was asked of him, no matter how degrading. Being told to lick my pussy was a treat; normally he’d have had to beg for it.

He bent and parted my labia with his tongue, groaning as he did so. He’d just begun working my pussy when he lurched forward with a grunt. He was taking his first real cock.

“Fuck.” Will lifted his head from between my thighs, panting as the stranger’s cock was withdrawn. I felt him tense up as once again the stranger thrust forward, filling him, beginning to thrust rhythmically.

“Feel good?” I played with his sweaty hair as he panted above me. “You like being another man’s bitch?”

His low moan told me that he did, indeed, like it.

“Mmm… that’s a good boy. But remember, you might have his cock in your ass tonight, but you’re my bitch. Now get back to licking my cunt.”

I pushed the back of his head down for emphasis. He went at it like a starving man.

Watching and listening as he took his first cock was incredibly arousing. His skilled tongue soon had me arching my back, yanking on his hair as I came hard against his mouth. Judging by his strained grunts, the stranger was getting close, too. I lay there watching as he made one final thrust forward, gripping Will’s hips and panting harshly as he climaxed.

Will looked like he was ready to collapse. The muscles in his arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up.

“How’s it feel having another man’s cum in your ass?”

“Oh, God…” The stranger finished and withdrew, and Will fell forward onto his elbows. “Oh, God…”

Now that it was over, I felt a rush of pride and affection. I untied the blindfold and pushed his hair off his forehead. “Good boy. I’m proud of you. Come up here.”

I sank back into the pillows, motioning for Will to lie beside me. I pulled him close and stroked his back. We stayed like that for several minutes, until the quiet click of the door closing told me that we were now alone.

“That was so hot, watching you. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“Mmm…” I laughed at his inarticulateness.

“Thank you for trusting me, even though I know it was a hard choice for you. You know I have your best interests at heart and would never do anything that would cause serious harm.”

I grabbed a fistful of hair and forced his head up so he was looking into my eyes.

“I knew you wanted it, and you know how much I love pushing you.”

Will gave a drowsy smile. “Yeah. Although after that, I’m not sure what’s left to push.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Not to worry; I’ll keep you on your toes.”

His wry laughter was soon cut short.

“Besides, you know I’ve always wanted to see you suck cock.”

END