by Ed Bemand
What if she didn’t turn up?
As the evening wore on, he grew more and more nervous and frustrated. Now he had started waiting for her, he couldn’t give up, could he?
He was sat downstairs, shuffling through TV channels, desperately trying to keep his hand away from his crotch.
There was a soft knock at the door.
It was her, the woman. Dressed as before in a shiny black corset, high boots, short skirt and long gloves, with the crop in her hand.
“Hello.”
“Hello. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“Sorry, yes, come in.”
She walked into the house and sat down on the sofa. He lingered awkwardly for a few moments before sitting on the armchair nearest to her.
She was neatly posed, elegant and composed.
“Did I say that you could sit down?”
“No, sorry...”
“Take off your clothes. Don’t just drop them on the floor. Fold them neatly. You shouldn’t make a mess.”
Of course his cock was hard.
“Get on your knees. Do you like my boots? I think you should kiss them.”
He did what he was told. It was getting to be habit. She stretched out one foot towards him.
“You’re very rude, you haven’t even thanked me for last week yet.”
“Sorry, thank you. Do I need to pay you?”
She laughed.
“I’m not doing this for money. What do you take me for? I just do this because someone needs to tell boys like you what to do.” She leaned forward, her outstretched hand resting on the crop, held vertically. “Tell me something. Do you just like being told what to do, or do you like fucking women?”
“I like fucking women.”
“When did you last fuck one?”
“Months ago.”
“Who was that?”
“My wife.”
“Why haven’t you fucked your wife for so long?”
“She doesn’t want me to.”
“When did you last fuck a woman that wasn’t her?”
“Years ago. Before we were married.”
“Tell me the truth, Alex. Since you’ve been with her, how many other women have you slept with?”
“None. Really.”
“And how many men?”
“None. I’ve never...”
“So it’s just you and your hand. No wonder you’re looking so chafed.”
She prodded him in the balls with the end of her crop.
“These must be full of cum by now. You must be hoping that I’ll help you let some of it out. Would you like to fuck me?”
“Very much.”
“Well that’s nice to hear, but don’t get your hopes up too high. You’ve not done anything that makes me think you deserve to get the chance to fuck me. Have you managed to be a good boy since I saw you last?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she interrupted before he could.
“And there’s no point in lying to me, I’ll be able to tell.”
“I’ve tried, really hard.”
“But?”
“Just once.”
“Just once?”
“Yes. I played with it in the shower, last Saturday, but not since.”
“I can’t say that I’m not disappointed, but at least you’re honest, and I know that once in a week is much less than you’re used to. I wonder if you deserve a treat.”
“Yes please.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum, just to teach you a lesson. Do you think you could manage another week?”
She saw the look of panic on his face.
“No, there’s no point in that really. You’d just fail and go back to rubbing yourself raw at every opportunity. So... the question remains. What am I going to do with you? I already know that you’re the kind of boy that gets excited by being told what to do. Have you ever fantasised about a woman controlling your cock? Of course you have. Have you thought about a woman owning it?”
It twitched perceptibly.
“It’s much less shy than you are, but it doesn’t understand. Controlling your cock isn’t just about making it cum whenever I like, it’s about not letting it cum the rest of the time. Would you give me your cock if I asked for it? You’re probably not sure, but right now you’re horny so I could probably convince you to do anything. You’d do anything I asked if I told you that I’d let you cum afterwards, wouldn’t you? Would you like me to give you permission to touch yourself again?”
He nodded.
“Because you think only wanking yourself the once since last week is some kind of achievement? I suppose it is, in a way, if we adjust to your extremely low standards.”
“I’m sorry, I did my best.”
“Shh... you really should learn not to make so much noise. If you want a treat, you really will have to learn to keep your mouth shut and just listen. In fact, I think I should make it easier for you.”
She wrapped a gag around his head covering his mouth completely. She moved back a little and brandished her crop, flicking the end of it so that it hit him sharply on the stomach. A muffled yelp was all that escaped him.
“Perfect. I think that’s just what you need.”
She surveyed him, kneeling naked on the living room carpet.
“You can’t just keep squirming around. I want you to keep still.”
She brought over a hard wooden chair and placed it in the middle of the room.
“Sit here. Put your hands behind the back of the chair.” He felt cold metal and awkward constriction as handcuffs were tightened around his wrists. His resistance dampened by the cuffs and gag, she tied his legs to the chair for good measure.
“That’s much better.”
She surveyed him, silenced and restrained. The ardour of his excitement hadn’t been dampened. If anything, confinement had increased it. She tied a long blindfold tightly around his head, looping it over and over several times, so that it completely obscured his vision and muffled his hearing.
“Now, just sit still and be patient. I’m sure it’ll be worth the wait.
Tied and blind-folded, time seemed to drag but his cock remained achingly hard. He could smell perfume and feel warmth, a presence near him. Warm flesh brushed against him. The contact continued, bare thighs against his and the sweet delicious sensation around the head of his cock, the warmth of a pussy encircling him, drawing him inside.
A moan escaped him and was muffled by the gag.
Ever so slowly, the sensation increased as she moved up and down on him. The grip of her pussy was soft and enveloping. The rhythm was stirring, but just too slow to drive him to climax.
He had no idea how long the sensation continued. Interminable hours seemed to pass as he lingered on the edge of satisfaction. The angle she was at was putting pressure on the underside of his shaft, just below the glans. As her own movements grew more eager he could feel the needed intensity.
Even through the gag, his moans were audible when he finally came. His whole body jerked, adding to the movements, pushing his cock deeper into her pussy.
His soul was emptied by the sensations. Robbed of outside senses, everything was in his cock and it had been drained. He glimpsed the emptiness of death for long minutes.
It had been a few minutes now since Alex had cum and his cock was softening. He was still blindfolded and tied to the chair, unsure how he would be able to free himself if she didn’t do it. He didn’t want Maria to walk in and find him like that. That would be really embarrassing.
Alex could smell her perfume, feel her coming closer. Hands started to loosen the knot holding the blindfold in place. As it fell away, his vision was mostly filled by the woman’s cleavage, the dark chasm between her breasts, tightly cradled in black leather.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Mmmmhmmm,” he mumbled through the gag.
“I’m going to choose to interpret that as, ‘yes, thank you very much, you’re so generous, please come and see
me again and I promise not to play with myself until you do.’“
Alex nodded.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
She loosened the handcuffs.
“See if you can manage to leave it alone and you might even get to fuck without a blindfold next time.”
She walked out, shutting the door behind her. At least his thighs weren’t covered in his own cum this time.
It took him a few minutes to extricate himself from his restraints and remove the gag, and he’d heard the front door slam before he was free.
There was no point trying to follow her.
He could almost convince himself that it was just a dream, but here he was, his cock still slick with pussy juices, red marks on his ankles and a pair of handcuffs dangling from one wrist. It had to be real.
He sat there for a long time, holding the handcuffs, wondering what kind of strange genie the woman was. He realised that he still hadn’t found out her name.
Freed from his restraints and dressed again, Alex walked around the house in a daze. He rummaged in Maria’s bedside table and found a packet of cigarettes with a few left in it. They must have been sat there for months. He took one from the pack and sat in the garden to smoke it.
He went back inside, washed and then sprayed deodorant on himself, hoping to conceal the lingering smells of smoke and pussy.
It wasn’t yet nine. Maria would be at least another hour. Maria. A guilty twinge rose up inside him. His wife. The woman he loved and wanted. He had crossed a line now and fucked another woman.
On the plus side, he had just fucked someone, for the first time in months. Guilt and sated passion conflicted inside him. Without his main pastime to keep himself occupied he was left to fret anxiously around the house, staring out of the windows and failing to stop his mind from traversing dark paths.
By midnight he was getting worried. What if something had happened to her? He couldn’t go to bed until she was home. Maria seemed exhausted when she finally got home. He wanted to ask her what had happened but couldn’t.
“I’m okay, it’s fine. Let’s just go to bed.”
That night she hugged up to him in bed. He was terrified that she would be able to smell the scent of another woman on him.
She fell asleep quickly and he was left staring into the darkness until he too succumbed.
When he got home from work the next day she seemed pleased to see him. She had already prepared dinner, an elaborate offering that must have taken her most of the afternoon. Her demeanour reminded him of his love, offset by the lingering guilt at his betrayal. It was only once though, wasn’t it? Everybody is allowed to make a mistake, surely. But what would he do if his mystery woman came back? Whatever she asked of him, of course.
Chapter 4 - Alex’s mind boggles
Inevitably, the sense of guilt was subsumed by lust as his libido recharged. The tantalising experience of his cock being inside a woman could only satisfy him briefly.
He wished that he felt able to reach for Maria in the night, but it seemed that they could only offer each other affectionate contact, not the passion that he needed. For that, he could only think about his mystery woman and hope that she would come back for a third time.
At least Maria seemed happier. Having a reason to go out and be around people seemed to be having a positive effect on her. He was glad. He was also horny, though, so Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough.
“Do you think you’ll be so late this week?”
“I’m not sure, sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s just that I was worried about you.”
“Why?”
“It was so late and I hadn’t heard from you...”
“I’ll be back earlier. I’ll do my best.”
She kissed him. It was an unconsidered gesture and it had more warmth than he had remembered feeling from her for a while. It made him feel guiltier about what he was hoping would happen this evening. She smiled and left the house.
There was something... but how could she know, what could she know? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Had she been seeing another man? Was that why she was trying to be so nice to him? He poured himself a drink and fretted around the house unsure what to do with himself.
He jumped when there was a gentle knock on the door. He rushed to open it. It was her.
“Hello.”
“Hello indeed. May I come in?”
“Please, do.”
“Thank you.”
She surveyed him critically.
“You look different with your clothes on.”
He didn’t know what to say to that so he said nothing. She walked passed him into the house. She was carrying a large black leather bag in one hand which she put down on the floor. The handle of her crop was protruding from the top of the bag and she pulled it out and started to fiddle with it.
“You enjoyed yourself last week, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes...” his brain struggled for what she wanted, “Mistress?”
“You sound so unsure. Don’t you feel sure?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe it’s because you’re standing up and wearing clothes. Perhaps it would be easier if you were naked and on your knees.”
Alex could at least see that she wasn’t phrasing that as an idle thought, so he hastened to oblige her. It felt strange, being naked and on his knees before this woman in his living room, but not necessarily more so than being here bound to a chair.
“I do hope that you’ve behaved yourself since last week.”
“Yes, mistress.” He said it with slightly more confidence this time.
“Then I suppose you can kiss my feet.”
He gave her a questioning look.
“Get on with it.”
It wasn’t something that he thought he was into, but it was hard to deny just how hard his cock was as he knelt there, kissing the shiny leather of her high-heeled boots.
“That’s enough. Sit up.”
Her gaze took in his erection, jutting from his crotch.
“Do you think you’d like to be my slave?”
“I’m not sure. I think so.”
“You’re nervous, that’s sensible. I don’t always treat my slaves very gently. Perhaps that’s the part that excites you.”
The crop that seemed to be an essential accessory for her swung lightly through the air, close to him. She lightly tapped his chest with it.
“You don’t have to answer that now. Just this, will you do what I tell you to?”
That still had sinister implications, but it already felt far too late for him to start saying no to her.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Come on then, get up.”
He clambered to his feet. She picked up her bag and walked through his house as if it was hers and headed upstairs. Uncertain, he followed her.
“Get on the bed.”
“Really?”
“What do you mean ‘really’? Did I say something ambiguous, or confusing?”
“No, mistress.”
“Then get on the bed.”
It felt wrong contemplating doing anything in their bedroom, but was it really so very much worse than doing it in their living room? He got onto the bed and lay there looking uncomfortable, propped on his elbows. His awkwardness was having a visible impact on his erection.
“Flat on your back. Arms above your head.”
He stretched his arms out warily. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out restraints. Before he could think of a decent protest, she had cuffed each of his wrists, they were joined together by a long strap that ran behind the end of the bed. He could probably figure out a way to get free of it if he had to, but it wouldn’t be easy.
“Legs apart.”
Obedience was so much simpler. He didn’t have to think or consider his response. He just had to do what he was told to, so he did. The woman used another restraint to
secure his ankles so that his legs were spread wide and he couldn’t bring them back together.
“There. Perfect. Like you belong in chains.”
Alex was too nervous to reply. His cock was still hard. It didn’t seem to be suffering from his nerves.
“I could do anything I liked with you now, couldn’t I?” When he didn’t reply she swatted him with her crop. “Couldn’t I?” She repeated.
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good boy. Now, I can gag and blindfold you again if you like, or you can promise not to talk without permission.”
Not sure if the rule was already in place, he didn’t want to provoke her to gag him. Anyway, so far he hadn’t actually seen her wearing less than her ubiquitous corset and leather skirt, so of course he was hoping to see more.
“You’re learning, slowly, but you’re learning. Do you promise? Answer this time.”
“Yes mistress.”
“Good boy. Now, tell me something, would you like me to fuck you?” Alex had his fantasies but the reality was making him extremely nervous. “Be honest. Do you want me to? Aren’t you curious what it would feel like? You’ve spent so much time fantasising about being on the receiving end. You must have wondered.”
She removed her skirt, revealing a leather harness around her waist, over shiny but concealing underwear. Facing away from him, she adjusted her ensemble. When she turned around there was a large prosthetic phallus projecting from her crotch.
“What do you think, do you like it, do you think I could fit it all inside you?”
He didn’t and he really didn’t. This was feeling like more than he was happy with, but arguing now would probably only make her angry.
“You look nervous. Don’t worry. If you don’t want me to fuck you with it, I can always find someone else, someone willing. Maybe you’d like to watch.” She turned away from him, her prosthetic phallus casting a long shadow on the wall. “Wait here.” She added, needlessly, then walked out of the room.
What the hell was she planning?
She returned to the room a few moments later. She wasn’t alone. Alex’s restraints made it uncomfortable for him to try to sit up enough to see clearly, but by craning his neck he could see, wearing just a white silk nightie and docilely holding the woman’s hand, his wife Maria.
