By the Time I Get to Phoenix Ch. 03

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Her first bondage experience continues.
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Part 3 of the 5 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 09/10/2006
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"Well, M'lady, I believe we have some business to finish." He announced. With that, he moved towards me, as I stood in the middle of the living room of the suite, and gently began to unbutton the several remaining buttons on my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders, he let it drop casually to the floor. That left me naked except for my bra with nipple clamps hanging between tits. He moved around behind me, unsnapped my bra and pulled it from my shoulders and flung it towards the couch.

The mirror behind the bar showed this handsome man still fully dressed with his hands uplifting my breasts and gently squeezing them. "Oh I have dreamed of the day I would have this handful in my hands." He whispered. He squeezed again and again watching in the mirror as the chain danced with his efforts. Feeling foolish in heels alone, I kicked off my shoes and stood naked before the mirror.

He then turned me around and commented, " I think I might be overdressed – what do you think?"

Horny at this point and hoping for some relief, I answered, "Yes, I believe you are."

'I agree." He responded. "Stand right there. I will be right back."

Disappointed that he was going to undress without my viewing it, I gave a pout and agreed to stand there. He trotted to the bedroom and returned moments later with no visible change.

He stood in front of me and said, "Take off my tie and unbutton my shirt."

I quickly did as I was told. Loosening the knot on his tie, I pulled it free of his shirt collar and then quickly began unbutton his shirt. As I got to the button where his shirt was tucked in, I pulled it free and released the last couple of buttons.

"Unbuckle my belt and my pants button." He commanded.

I complied. With that, he snatched my hand and pushed me back around again. I felt a cold metal band being placed against my wrist. I heard the handcuff snap shut. With that he grabbed my other wrist and secured it with the other behind my back. The handcuffs behind me made my tits pop forward and he grinned into the mirror as he saw the effect. He reached up and pulled the chain of the nipple clamps which once again sent renewed shivers right to my pussy.

He turned me back towards him and said, "Finish undressing me."

I must have looked perplexed as he responded, "You still have your hands and your mouth you know – you will just have to be inventive."

Grinning at the predicament that he had put me in, I proceeded to use my mouth to remove his shirt from his shoulders. He was helpful as I struggled but he still made me struggle. With his shirt off, I proceeded to his pants. I turned around and tried to get my fingers on the zipper of his fly but he danced out of my way and generally let me know that was not what he wanted to see. With that message received, I dropped to my knees and using my tongue to expose the zipper tab, I finally caught it with my teeth. The movement of my face against his crotch had start growth inside his trousers. The more I struggled, the harder this was going to be. My teeth had a decent hold on the tab but the pressure against the zipper made for very slow movement. It seemed to take forever to get the fly opened completely. As I did, his bulging dick sprang through the opening. I couldn't help but nuzzle a moment before trying to completely remove his pants.

I again move my mouth against the tops of the pants and after just a few seconds of effort, the trousers tumbled over his hips and fell to the ground. He quickly stepped through them. It was at this time that realized while he was in the bedroom getting the handcuffs; he had also removed his shoes and socks. He was now naked but for a pair of knit boxer/briefs which showed a definite bulge. I noticed my red lipstick from earlier was smudged around the opening.

Rather than go for the hips, I thought I would enjoy myself and tantalize him a bit and try from the front. I used my teeth to grab the waistband of his boxers directly over the bulge. He was bulging enough that the waistband had pulled away from his waist anyway. I moved them down and over his engorged cock, using my nose to quickly stroke his pubic hair and cock. Getting the waist band over his cock and then under it and one of his balls, I left it in place and asked him to turn around. As he did, I noticed how delightfully delicious his cock looked pressed upwards from the strain of the waist band. I then proceeded to grab the back of the waistband with my mouth and scooted it down his ass using my chin and mouth. As I went I buried my nose in his crack and wiggled, just for the hell of it. I heard him moan with pleasure and approval.

Asking him to turn around again, his hard cock now bobbed at my face, I encircled it with my mouth and began to suck when he stopped me and said, "I wish, sweetie but we have things to do before our reservations." I moaned my disappointment, but I let his cock slide from my mouth and completed the job quickly.

He helped me back up from my knees and then led me to the bathroom with my hands still secured behind me. As I stood, he cleared the long marble counter from all of the toiletries. He then helped me to get up on the counter and urged me down towards the sink. He propped one leg up across the mirror and dropped one off the side. I was uncomfortable laying on my hands and the cold metal cuffs but he seemed not to be concerned. My pussy was now just at the edge of the basin. He reached into the bag he had purchased earlier and withdrew the trimmer. He installed the batteries and chose a tight setting. Turning it on, he pressed right at the base of my pussy lips. The vibration caused me to jump and he laughed. He used the trimmers completely pushing all the clippings into the basin.

Once I was trimmed, he took a washcloth, wet it with very hot water and gently wiped down my pubic region. Rinsing the hair from the sink, he ran a bowl full of hot water and spread the shaving gel throughout. He meticulously shaved every inch of my pubic hair and then washed me with the hot water. Upon completion of that, he spread gel through my nether lips and gently completed shaving me there as well. I was soon bald as a baby. After washing me off, he helped me up and then asked me to lie back down on my stomach in the same position. At this time, he inspected me from a different angle and touched up the few spots he had missed due to visibility.

Jack had me scoot down just a little farther so my pussy was actually over the basin. He picked up something from the basin and I heard a cap pop open. The next thing I knew I had warm oil being massaged into my newly shaved skin. I felt his hard cock bump against my leg. I wanted so bad to touch it with my hand or my mouth, but he left me wanting badly.

He had been concentrating on his shaving duties but as he finished he noticed my plump ass sticking straight up at him. He couldn't help but lay several slaps on my behind. The first two I was quiet for but the third and forth stung a bit and I yelped. He laughed and said. "Oh, you have a lot to learn. Okay, baby, and you really look like my baby down there, let's get you up and dressed for dinner." With that, he unlocked the cuffs and removed them from my wrists. My wrists were sore and indented from the strain but none the worse for the wear. I don't know why he needed to handcuff me for that because it was wonderful and I would have let him do it without any restraint necessary.

"I am going to leave you alone to get dressed. Remember the rules – no panties. Little makeup, do your nails in the polish I bought, wear the lipstick and bring it with you for refreshing throughout the evening." With that, he gathered his own clothes from his luggage, closed the door, and left me to my own to dress.

It had taken me awhile but I had found the perfect dress. It was red, was a low cut wrap across the bust, with a fake tie on the side that then flared out into a full skirt. It has a small cap sleeve and a shawl that went around my shoulders. I had sprung for red heels and had a red push up bra on under the dress that gave me a full cleavage. Not wanting to upset Jack, I had left the nipple clamps in place which by this time had become routine it their tightness and just stuff them around the bra. I know he didn't want me to wear panties so I used a thin red garter belt with thigh high hose. I quickly polished my too short nails and then I carefully applied a light touch of makeup and fragrance, brushed my short hair into place and applied the lipstick that had gotten me into trouble at the Wal-Mart.

I was just finishing my make-up when he knocked at the door. "Baby, it is time for us to leave, are you nearly ready?"

"Yes, sir, I am" I replied, adding the final touches. I picked up my handbag and opened the door.

He whistled softly and exclaimed, "Wow, you look fantastic. Come here and give me a twirl. He pulled me into the living area and then set me out to turn for him. My skirt gently flowed out from my body but not enough to give him the peek I think he was hoping for.

"Yozza!" He commented. "Let me see underneath that."

I twirled again for the effect and lift my skirt to help it as I showed him my newly bared pussy and naked ass. He could see the straps from my garter belt and made no comment so I think I had succeeded in meeting his expectations.

"Oh, yeah, sweetheart! This is going to be the longest dinner on record."

Not understanding, I ask, "Why?"

"Because all I am going to want to do it get you back up here and out of that thing so every moment that I have to wait is going to be an eternity."

"Wow," I thought. I don't think anyone has ever made me feel so desirable. I looked at him and he had on a dark charcoal suit with a small pinstripe, a white French cuff shirt, and a maroon patterned tie. He looked dynamite himself. He had a matching pocket scarf in his suit jacket. He smelled of woodsy, musky cologne and I really wanted to just stay in his arms forever.

As a gentleman would, he offered me his arm and out of the room we went towards our dinner reservations across the property. He was every bit the gentleman as we entered the elevator. He whispered in my ear, "I would ravage you here but I want to be the envy of the place by keeping you just this beautiful for our dinner tonight.

As we walked through the lobby, he took my hand. The desk clerk looked up and his mouth almost visibly watered again. This boy was definitely being tortured by my cleavage. Other men in the lobby turned their heads. Jack walked proudly by my side and I felt like a million bucks. I may be big women but tonight I really did feel beautiful, from my fresh shaved pussy to my size 44DDD breasts. I liked feeling like I belong to the handsome man who made me feel so gorgeous and I loved being submissive to his desires. I couldn't wait for the rest of the weekend, the start had been fabulous.

We entered the restaurant and the maitre'd immediately meet us. I could have imagined it but he looked like he was leering as well. I loved the way I felt. I don't know how I looked from someone else's point of view, but I felt sexy as hell. He guided us to a small intimate horseshoe shaped booth in a private room away from the hubbub of the kitchen and the front of house.

Jack ushered me into the bench seat and slid in next to me. We were soon huddled in the curl of the horseshoe right next to each other. While there wasn't room to eat at the table like this, it was nice to be snuggled up against him for the moment. The maitre 'd handed us a thick leather bound menu, told us our waiter would be right with us, and took once last leer before turning away.

Jack dropped his arm around my shoulder and leaned his lips to my cheek and gave me a light kiss before whispering, "God, you are a sexy woman. I wish I could live on love alone. I want you badly!" With that he let his left hand drift quickly and lightly over the top of my exposed cleavage.

As if right on cue, our waiter appeared at our table. He was an older man in his early 50's and not unhandsome and obviously very professional. "Would Madam and Sir like something from the bar to start with?" He asked.

Jack answered, "We would like two shots of vodka each, a cosmopolitan for m'lady and a Manhattan on the rocks for me, please. And would you please bring us an order of oysters on the half shell and some hot sauce as well."

"Very well!" He replied, his eyes darting to my dress and demeanor. You could almost see his wheels turning as he wondered what he would get to see this evening.

"Shots and Oysters?" I asked inquisitively.

"Yes, a very sexy combination. Our waiter recognized it at once. Didn't you see the recognition of where this night was heading?" He responded.

"I thought it was what he saw before he came to the table and the obvious way I was dressed."

As he proceeds to answer, Jack gently strokes my neck and runs his fingers over the neckline of my dress and back to my checks and face again. "Oh, that might have helped, but Oyster shots are a world known symbol of what a man has planned for the evening."

"Okay, I'll bite! Why?"

"First, the shots get a woman loosened up -- not that I need to do that to you I believe, but, alcohol is long known as a lead up to sex. And oysters are legendary as an aphrodisiac, plus the ability of a woman to handle an oyster shot is an excellent indication of whether she will be able to swallow later on."

I looked puzzled but before I could ask any more questions, our waiter had reappeared at our table with four shots of vodka and 2 empty glasses slightly larger than a shot glass and a plate of oysters on the half shell, with horseradish, hot sauce and lemon slices attractively arranged.

Jack quickly slid an oyster into the empty glass, took a demitasse spoon and lifted a small amount of horseradish, dumped it in the glass, added a bit of hot sauce, squeezed a lemon slice in before dumping the shot of vodka into the glass. He then set it aside and completed the next one.

He handed me the glass and then pick the other up for himself. "Okay, my sweet, let's see how you do. One, two, three."

With that we both lifted the glass to our mouths and I let the contents of the glass slide right down the back of my throat. The minute I felt the oyster touch my tongue and throat, I understood exactly what Jack meant. If you could swallow that whole oyster, you could swallow the cum that a man would dump down your throat when he ejaculated into your mouth. The texture was very similar.

As we both set our glasses down, Jack leaned into me and kissed me deeply. When he did finally pull away, he murmured, "I am proud of my girl. You did good! Did you like it?"

"Uh uh. And now I understand what you meant. It felt exactly like I was swallowing your...."

He kissed me again and then replied, 'I knew you would handle that well. I just knew you would. Would you like another?"

"Sure." I replied as he began developing the concoction again. This time when he finished the two of them, he handed me the glass and told me to wait a minute. He then downed his in a gulp and replaced his glass.

"Now," he commanded. "I want to watch you swallow that and dream of later." I picked up the glass and took a deep breath to gain courage and brought the glass to my lips. As I started to down the second one, I felt his hands stroke my hair and my neck in a sensuous gesture. The alcohol hadn't even had time to hit my system but just the connection between what I was doing and what was to come had gotten my libido riled up again.

The waiter then appeared with our regular drinks and Jack asked him to bring two more shots as there were two more oysters remaining on the platter. The waiter smiled this time and quickly turned to comply. I was thinking – three shots of vodka and a regular drink – I won't even be awake to know what is happening tonight. I started to get concerned but before I could get too concerned the two shots started to hit my empty stomach and I no longer cared.

Before completing our third round of oyster shots together, the waiter took our dinner orders. Jack asked me a few questions about what I liked and then ordered a Chilean Sea Bass with mango chutney for me and a Broiled Salmon with Fire sauce for himself. By now the shots and the small sips of my drink were starting to go to my head. Jack had played with the neckline of my dress and now was plunging my neckline even lower than it already was. As he dug his fingers into my bra, he found the chain for the nipple clamps. He smiled when he found it and exclaimed, "I was hoping you had not taken matters into your own hands and remove the clamps. Just as you are punished for disobedience, you shall be rewarded for exceptional obedience."

"What shall my reward be? The reduction of a punishment for disobeying you earlier?" I asked hopefully.

"No, that would be no fun. But we shall think of something else to reward such dedication and if the opportunity arises, courage."

Just as the waiter was appearing with our salads, Jack, who had never let go of the nipple clamp chain, gave a yank downward that stretched the neckline of the dress and displayed the bra and the chain to whomever may happened to have been watching. That, of course, included the waiter who by now was highly intrigued by what was happening at our table.

The narrowness of our horseshoe table required that we slide around to face each other as we eat. We reluctantly separated and began to eat our salads. I leaned over the table to keep from dripping salad dressing on my dress and as I did so realized that I gave Jack an unencumbered view of my just about everything. He had seen it already but the view seemed to make him grin really big.

"The cliché part of me wants to play footsie with you under the table but I don't want to interrupt the dinner. It should be excellent."

I had expected the usual footsie with his toes in my pussy under the table so why the intentional buzz and the dress without underwear. He had thrown me a curve ball. I kept giving him a show as I ate my salad. We talked about our mutual interest in music and movies and just generally enjoyed each other's company.

Dinner was served prompt after our salads and we continued to eat our delicious meals. Jack was right – dinner was superb. As I sipped my drink, the buzz that I had developed earlier continued through my meal. I finished the cosmopolitan and Jack ordered me another one. He clearly wanted me to be well lubed up from alcohol. I don't think he had to worry much about lube from the other end, it was still running strong.

I was nearly full when the waiter reappeared asking about dessert. I started to say no thank you when Jack ordered Cherries Jubilee. I knew it to be a flaming desert, often made for romantic occasions but I had never tried it. I continue to sip my drink and play with the remaining rice and veggies but I was looking forward to stuffing myself with the deserts.

The waiter appeared in a few moments, whisked away our plates, cleared the table and made way for the flaming desert spectacular that was soon to come. Jack moved towards the bend of the horseshoe again and encouraged me to scoot to meet him. He immediately put his arm around my shoulder and kissed me gently but possessively. He was nibbling at my ear and playing with the neckline of my dress again when the waiter lead the way for the chef who had the flaming desert held high. Just at the moment that the Chef put the desert in front of us and the waiter was standing to his side, shielding our table from view of the rest of the room, Jack grabbed at my nipple chain, pulled it hard, making me yelp, and showing my full bosoms to both the Chef and the waiter. The Chef busied over the desert as he continue to stare and enjoy the view as Jack kept the tension on the nipple chain to maintain the view. The waiter arranged bowls, silverware and napkins as he too took his time enjoying the sights.

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