Tina Teaches Terry a Lesson

I've recently begun to nurture an interest in bondage in my girlfriend Tina. Nothing too outrageous you understand; a little light restraint with silk scarves tied to the bed, that sort of thing. I've always gained quite a kick out of seeing a woman restrained and vulnerable. I'm not sure what Freud would make of that. Tina has really been getting into the whole idea, and even seemed more than keen to be the one doing the tying up on a couple of occasions, which surprised me a little, I must admit.

So anyway, here I am, I've turned up at Tina's flat tonight, ready and eager for another session. I'm going to show her who's boss again tonight, and to prevent any possibility of her getting free before time, I've purchased some handcuffs from the sex shop in the High St. I think it's time that we moved on from silk scarves. Tina answers the door and lets me in. She immediately notices the bag I'm carrying and is curious about its contents.

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When you first see the cuffs, they startle you a little, because we've only used scarves before. To allay your fears we go up to the bedroom and I attach one of them to one side of the headboard and also to my wrist to show you everything is OK, and that there's nothing to fear.

Unfortunately, everything is suddenly not OK. As I'm explaining the way the cuffs lock, you distract me by leaning across and giving me a deep kiss, and while I'm enjoying this attention, you seize the opportunity to snap a handcuff to my other wrist and I find myself trapped, cuffed to the bed! How the hell did that happen? Fuck!

I can't believe it. I struggle to get free, but these are not toy plastic cuffs; they're made from steel, and there's no possible chance of escape. You swing the keys in front of my face and giggle quietly at my predicament. You saunter around to the side of the bed, and as you are standing next to me, even in my present desperate position, I still find time to admire the tantalising glimpse of your knickers beneath your short skirt, I've had a fetish for panties for years, and you are well aware of this. You notice me staring.

'Since you like my knickers so much Terry, why not take a closer look'

With that you slip your hands up underneath your skirt and slide the panties slowly down your long legs. You step out of them and then, reaching out towards me, stretch them tightly over my head and face, with the wet crotch directly over my nose. Now I can smell the very distinctive scent of your pussy and it immediately begins to have the usual effect. I can feel an erection well on the way. With a dreamy smile, you continue out of the room, leaving me to consider my fate. You're gone a while and when you return, you're carrying the biggest knife I've ever seen. My mind races. What the fuck are you up to?

You step towards the bed and hold the blade over my bulging pants. Then you trace its edge along the curve of my balls. You have a wicked glint in your eyes. My heart is pounding so hard, I'm sure you must be able to hear it. My mouth is so dry, I try to speak, but no words come out. I'm intoxicated by the smell of your pussy from your panties held tightly across my nose.

With a sudden movement you slip the knife under my pants and my heart misses a beat. The blade is razor sharp, and the material offers no resistance and falls apart as you effortlessly pull the knife towards my waist. Then you do the same to the other side, they fall free and you toss them across the room. Finally released, my engorged cock springs to life. I have a hard on bigger than ever before in my life. You trace your fingers gently around my balls before giving them a quick flick. I wince at the sudden jolt of pain, and I know for certain that if I don't co-operate I am in deep trouble...

You tie one of your silk scarves around my head, blindfolding me. I can't see a thing, and that has the immediate effect of heightening my other senses even more. I can hear you moving around the room, opening and closing drawers and wardrobes and I hear the sharp rustle of plastic bags and the occasional snap of things metallic; zips being pulled; clips, clasps, buckles.

All the time this activity is punctuated by occasional subdued giggles. The bitch! I've calmed down a little by now, and my breathing is more regular, though I am still extremely anxious about what you have planned. For the past hour my breath has been filtered by your panties stretched over my nose and mouth and I can smell nothing but your sweet pussy scent. My head spins with a mixture of utter excitement and mounting fear, and my exposed, erect cock throbs and demands attention.

I'm asking myself, 'how the hell did I get into this?' Now don't get me wrong, as I indicated earlier, I'm all for a bit of fun with light bondage and stuff, but it's usually on my terms, and when we've done it before, on the rare occasion when you've tied me up, I was always strong enough to break the thin string I was held with or just work the knots loose whilst you weren't looking. But this is a whole different ball game, and I'm only too well aware that these cuffs are only going to come off when you decide to take them off. Shit!

My thoughts are interrupted when the scarf is suddenly snatched from my head. I turn to see you standing beside me and I can feel the blood drain from my face. OH. MY. GOD!

Where do I look first? My mind is in a tumultuous frenzy of conflicting emotions. I swallow hard and try to take in the vision before me. Jet black thigh length boots adorn your beautiful legs. They have to be six-inch stiletto heels at least. You've never been lacking in the height department anyway, but now you tower above my helpless body like some menacing dark angel. Your amazing legs, clad in the tightest, shiniest latex, lead inevitably up to the most beautiful part of your outstanding body.

Your pussy is barely hidden by the skimpiest of tiny thongs. They are bright red, tight and shimmering in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Your panties bulge, struggling to contain the delightful flesh beneath, and I notice a growing area of darkened, moist silk in the centre, which betrays the heightened sexual arousal you are now experiencing.

You choose this moment to turn and walk around to the foot of the bed. The practiced gait of a catwalk model comes effortlessly to you, and the rear view you treat me to, is a joy to behold. Your perfect buttock cheeks are split into two pearls of heavenly beauty by the red silk thong and each step you take creates a mesmerising gyrating effect from the firm muscles beneath.

You turn to stand and face me, and I am utterly speechless as I marvel at the rest of your appearance. You are wearing an outrageous black basque. Drawn in tightly at the waist, it thrusts your ample breasts upwards and outwards. The effect is to exaggerate everything but reveal nothing. The top of the basque is trimmed with a sliver of lace which obscures your nipples, keeping them hidden from view.

Dark, menacing gothic make-up adorns your face. Your lips part slightly and the tip of your tongue flits briefly into view. Your eyes sparkle with a fire I find utterly captivating as you gaze at me and delight in the effect you're having upon your prisoner.

I notice you are wearing a pair of long, black latex gloves which complete the dominatrix effect perfectly, and then, just I am thinking there can be no more surprises, your left hand moves from behind your back, and you smile menacingly when you see my eyes drawn to what it is you are holding, what it is you have been hiding until now. You giggle involuntarily when you see my eyes open wide in shock as comprehension suddenly dawns.

A vibrator. Jesus Christ! You're holding a fucking enormous black vibrator, caressing its length with your gloved hand.

"Tina! What the fuck do you plan to do with.... That!?", I stammer.

"Oh...... you'll find out soon enough lover."

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I've been tied to this bed for over an hour and a half now, while Tina struts around the room, dressed to kill, in an outfit that is every man's dream come true. My arms are aching from being cuffed to the top corners of the bed. I need to get free. I have to get free.

You're standing next to me. Your hand has slid down across your stomach, and you've begun to rub your pussy. A slow, well practiced circular motion with the tips of your fingers soon has you moaning. Fuck it! That should be me! I ought to be doing that to you now instead of being trussed up like this. No! On second thoughts, forget the foreplay. I am way past that stage now. I just want to climb on top of you and fuck your cunt. It belongs to me and I want to take it right now. I want to show you who's the fuckin' boss! There's just one tiny detail: I need to get free first...

I decide it's time for action.

'OK that's enough now Tina. I've had enough OK? Come on, unlock these bloody handcuffs. I want to fuck you!'

Did that sound authoritative and in control? Not an easy task for a man to pull off when he's lying naked, handcuffed to a bed, exposed cock swaying and twitching, and with a pair of knickers stretched over his face.

Evidently, you are not convinced either. Your lips part and a wicked smile spreads across your face. You bend down, bringing your face close to mine and I turn instinctively to kiss you, but you place your lips to my ear instead, and whisper softly, menacingly.

'You still don't seem to have figured this one out yet do you Terry? I am in control now. I've been waiting to get you like this, and now you'll do as I say.'

Christ! What's got into her? I can't believe it. She's really getting into this dominatrix part in a big way. I am utterly speechless.

As you speak, you reach towards me with your gloved hand, and your finger, enclosed in shiny black latex, begins to trace a delicate pattern over my face.

'Can you smell me Terry? I've been wearing those all day. They've been right next to my wet pussy for hours, and now they're right next to your nose. Smell them. Do they smell good? Here, let me help you taste them too.'

Your finger stops at my mouth and you begin to gently push the skimpy satin inwards past my lips. I instinctively bring my tongue forward to meet it and delight in the taste of your pussy juices. Then you remove your finger and replace it with your tongue, kissing me deeply through your own soaked panties. This is just too much. My eyes close as my mind battles to bring order to the chaos of erotic thoughts which are invading me.

You finally bring the long kiss to a close, withdrawing your tongue slowly, and maintain eye contact as you place your right knee on the bed and then gracefully swing your other leg over until you are straddling me. I am looking up at your face, looking deep into your eyes. They entrance me; they grip me. I am yours. I know I am yours totally.

You hold my gaze for what seems like an eternity, penetrating my very soul. Then your lips pout seductively, and my heart skips a beat as you breathe two words.

'It's time.'

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A sharp tug on either side of your thong and it is free. You throw it across the room. With your right hand, you reach around and grip my cock firmly at the base. Of course, I know what's coming next, and I let out a long groan of pleasure as you lower yourself down onto me, guiding me into you. Your pussy has me now. It grips me tightly. I desperately want to begin to fuck you, and I move my hips upwards, trying to penetrate you deeply. But this is your show, and you set the pace.

Slowly, rhythmically, you ride me. All the time, your eyes never leave mine. Your body rises and falls and with each movement a fresh wave of intense pleasure floods over me. Slowly, deliberately, you take me. My body quivers from the intensity of the moment. And then it begins. That indescribable instant when the germ of an orgasm appears and begins to grow and accelerate through the body, sweeping aside every other thought. Nothing else matters. Nothing else even exists. Sexual release is inevitable. I am going to come. I am going to come! And then...you stop.

'What? What's going on?'

Sensing the impending orgasm, you have stopped all movement, and now simply hover above my throbbing cock, waiting for my appointment with ecstasy to subside.

'You bitch! You absolute fuckin' bitch!'

I make pathetic attempts to thrust back up inside you, to complete the job. But it is hopeless. Lifting yourself up onto your knees, you evade me easily, and even as I'm realising the futility of it, my close encounter with an orgasm has vanished, receding into the dark depths of my mind and body even more quickly than it appeared.

There's that smile again. You taunt me with your lips, the tip of your delicious tongue makes a tantalisingly brief appearance, and is gone. You have me and you damn well know it. You are maintaining your pussy at just the right height to barely touch the head of my cock. No higher - no lower - no movement. I can only wait. I say nothing, but my eyes beg you.

Finally, at last, you begin to move once again. Up and down you ride me. How much more of this can I take? Will this be the time? Surely you won't disappoint me this time? Please no. My thoughts are in turmoil. I am depending utterly on you for release. I must come. I must.

And then it begins again. Oh Christ! Please let this be the time. I must, I must! Even harder you ride me now. Faster, faster. Sharp, rapid thrusts. Yes! This time. It is happening. Yes. Yes!

No!!!

You have stopped again!

'You fuckin' cunt! Tina! Let me loose now. I mean it! You bastard! You fuckin' bitch! Stop this now. This isn't funny. Let me go!!'

You let out a cruel snigger and snatch your panties off my face. Then you raise yourself up completely until you are standing on the bed, feet either side of me, towering above me. What the fuck is going on?

'That's a pretty foul mouth you've got there Terry. I think it's time I shut you up.'

Stepping over me, you turn around completely, and for a brief moment I have a terrific view of your gorgeous arse and pussy high above me. There is the pussy that has thwarted me twice. There is the beautiful pussy that has tormented me and left me desperate for release.

You turn your head to look down at me, and I just have time to see and hear you speak before you lower yourself onto me.

'It's time for you to eat pussy Terry.'

Darkness.

My face is suddenly engulfed by your fantastic arse. You have expertly positioned your pussy directly over my mouth. Your knees are resting on my arms, and I can feel the heels of your boots either side of my head which is completely immobile and totally at the command of your arse. Where that moves, my head moves. The muffled sound of your voice reaches my ears:

'Start eating boy! Make it good.'

I don't need telling twice, and I begin to lick greedily at your delicious vagina. I know exactly where to place the tip of my tongue to excite you, to titillate you, to bring you to the edge. Your clitoris comes in for some detailed attention, then up deep inside you, I snake my tongue deep within your delicious opening.

I am suddenly having difficulty breathing, and sensing this you relax your weight for a moment and raise yourself just enough for me to grab a deep breath before mounting my face once again. I can tell from the shudders coursing through your body, that you are enjoying this. You moan loudly, writhing forwards and backwards and grind your pussy into my face to heighten the effect.

For a brief, perverse moment I entertain the notion that it is I who is now in charge of your pleasure. I am in command, attending to your clitoris now, darting away again, licking and circling it with the tip of my tongue. Your orgasm is under my control. It is of course, an illusion. You have me trapped, and I am certain that I will not be released until you have satisfaction. I must obey you.

From the loud scream and the way my head is suddenly pushed deep into the bed, I know that you have just climaxed. I also know that one orgasm is not going to be enough, and you continue to ride my face relentlessly.

I attack your clit vigorously, wildly, my tongue thrashes about inside you, licks you, caresses you, teases you, probes you, pleasures you... Your second orgasm thunders in, and it is a viscous, head wrenching experience, fiercer than the first. You are screaming loudly and once again I find my head almost crushed by your beautiful arse.

You seem to have forgotten about me in your moment of ecstasy, and I struggle to breathe, compressed between the cheeks of you gorgeous buttocks. At last, you lift yourself up and step off the bed. I am gasping for breath, and as I begin to recover, I look at you standing there at the bedside, sated, perspiring, breathing deeply yourself, your magnificent breasts rising and falling as you regain your composure. You brush the hair from your eyes and smile at me. I can see that I have pleased you. I take a few more breaths and then speak.

'Please Tina. Please! Can I come now?'

Pausing momentarily to get your own breath back, you reply.

'OK Terry. I think you may have earned it.'

Heaven! I can tell by your voice that you mean it. If you'd just told me I'd won the lottery I couldn't have been happier. Now comes the release. Now comes my turn. Now, finally I am about to give you the ride of your life. My mind is awash with the thought of being free and finally mounting you and releasing my load inside you.

'I'll be right back.'

Huh? You stride out of the room. Now I'm puzzled. Where have you gone? What's going on. I just want these handcuffs off, and then you can leave the rest to me. So what are you playing at now? These are the thoughts that race through my mind... thoughts not vocalised... I don't want to risk antagonising you. I want to be released from the cuffs, and I want to release my pent up spunk deep inside you. I force myself to remain calm and wait patiently as I hear you moving around in the next room.

You return after just a couple of minutes, and I can see immediately that you have in your hand, two more handcuffs.

'Oh no. I just don't believe it! Tina, please, what are you up to now?'

You're already moving to the end of the bed, and you quickly snap one of the cuffs around my ankle before I have chance to move it. I slide my other foot away from you. You can't get a grip on it, and I can see that it's annoying you. You eventually stop trying, stand up straight with your hands on your hips and a stern, serious look on your face.

'Look Terry. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I'll be going out soon to see some of my friends for a girls night out, and I won't be back until much later. Do you really want to stay handcuffed to this bed for another four or five hours? Let me put this on you, and you'll be free in a few minutes, I promise.'

The remaining handcuff swings from side to side in your hand as you wait for an answer.

'But Tina, what's going on? What are you doing? You said I could come.'

'And you will come. You're going to come like you never have before. I'll bet there's a full load of semen in that sack of yours, and I want to see it erupt. Now just trust me.'

Trust me, she says. Fuck! Here I am, I've just been subjected to two hours of sexual torture and now she's asking me to trust her? But what choice do I have? She's got me by the balls, and she fuckin' knows it. I reluctantly relax my leg and she steps forward and immediately snaps the other cuff onto it.

'Good boy.'

Now at this point, I'm assuming that she intends to attach my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed for some reason, but she surprises me completely by taking hold of one foot and lifting it high up towards my chest, and then further still!