The Weekend Getaway - Friday

The cool September breeze blew in off the lake and caused the candle light in the room to ebb and flow. It kissed Brian's naked body and heightened his senses, spurring on his anticipation of what was to come. It was his fifth wedding anniversary and his wife Allison had surprised him with a weekend getaway to a posh bed and breakfast on the shore of Lake Huron. The quiet hotel was literally only a few dozen feet from the lake and included many great amenities, a fireplace, a private hot tub, and was stunningly furnished.

He knew this because he was currently tied to the comfortable king size bed and his wife has disappeared into the bathroom carrying a duffle bag, leaving him with nothing but his imagination stirring up dizzyingly more erotic scenarios by the minute. As he contemplated what she might have in store for him he reflected on what had happened so far.

*****

At first he thought it was the wine talking when she had started to come onto him as they sat on the loveseat looking out at the crashing waves. The sultry sound of jazz playing softly from the sound system in the background as she kissed him, pressing her soft lips against his ever so gently. Teasing his senses with every delicate note and drawing out the occasional kiss by easing her tongue towards his. Several minutes went by and he could feel the urgency of arousal passing through her lips. Red blotches of skin appeared around her neck and collarbone and he could feel the burgeoning pressure of his cock growing in his pants. He brushed aside her shoulder length black hair as he slowly trailed his lips from her mouth down the side of her neck, planting subtle kisses as he went and watching goose bumps form on her arms.

He continued to work his way across her collarbone slowly, with the delicacy of a surgeon, lightly sucking as he made sure to make contact with every bit of her flushed skin. Allison stifled a light moan and he looked up to see she was biting her lip ever so slightly in pleasure as she watched him continue through sagging eyelids. He nibbled on her collarbone ever so slightly as he made the return trip across her body. Her nipples were straining erect against her sapphire tank top and he moved to trace them through her shirt with his fingers.

"Mhm...I don't think so loverboy," she whispered seductively as she reached out her hand and pushed his away. He looked at her quizingly for a moment, there was no way she wasn't feeling the moment. "Oh? You don't like hearing 'no'? This is going to be a long weekend for you." she finished with a big smile as she opened her large brown eyes and met the gaze of his blue ones.

"What are you talking about?" Brian asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, let's just say this little getaway isn't the only surprise I have planned for you this weekend," she said as she reached down and picked up her wine glass, giving it a swill and taking a drink.

"What else have you got in store?"

"You'll see," she said wryly as she leaned back on the loveseat with her wine glass still in hand. She lifted her legs and rested her sock clad feet in his lap. "Rub my feet," she said, one part question and one part command. She raised the wine glass to her lips again before he could protest

Obediently he took one of her feet into his hands and began to rub along her instep with gentle pressure. Working his thumbs up and down the sole of her foot and alternating between light caresses and deep sensual massaging. He continued on and looked over to see that she had closed her eyes and was apparently enjoying her foot rub every bit as much as he was.

It was no secret that he had a foot fetish, they had discussed it but things had never really gone any farther than that. He couldn't help but think that Allison was using this to her full advantage for some nefarious purpose and his suspicion was confirmed when she began rubbing the sole of her other foot against the bulge in his jeans. He let out a soft moan and looked over to see her giggling from behind her wine glass.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed as he felt his heart skip a beat from his growing arousal and his utter disbelief that this was actually happening. He grabbed her other foot and began to massage it in turn, repeating the motions he had just performed.

"Come on slaveboy, show me how much you really love my feet," she said confidently, breaking the silence. Something about the way she was addressing him was stirring up untapped passions deep inside him. He was normally the aggressor in their relationship, and her fresh take on things certainly had his attention.

With that he slid her socks off and saw her perfectly painted toes, a fresh coat of purple nail polish on them. He lightly ran his hands up and down her high arches, feeling every inch of the soft moisturized skin of her soles. As his fingertips continued on in their labor of love his mind contemplated what her freshly pedicured, size 8 feet would feel wrapped around his cock. He continued massaging her feet for several minutes, unsure of where things were headed, but happy to follow along. She gestured for him to get his cock out and the moment he unfastened his pants it sprang free from its confines, growing even harder.

"Is that all you've got?" she asked incredulously as she pushed her foot towards his face. "Worship me like you mean it!" she demanded. It took him a minute to realize that she wasn't talking about his erection and instead wanted more attention paid to her feet.

He brought the foot that was mere inches from his face to his mouth and began kissing delicately along her inner ankle. The sensation of his lips on an area that seldom saw such attention caused Allison to tremble ever so slightly. As he worked his tongue up and down her arch he saw a shiver of excitement ripple through her body in the flickering light of the fireplace. It matched the arousal he felt continuing to build deep in his groin. He let out a soft moan as she began rubbing the soft sole of her other foot up and down his manhood. Time escaped him as he continued kissing her feet and licking and sucking her perfect toes, all the while she continued to take his arousal to new heights with her foot antics. In his mind it could have been minutes or it could have been hours, but he noticed that precum leaked down the head of his cock.

"I bet you would love it if I jerked you off with my feet, wouldn't you slaveboy?"

"Mmhmm..." he moaned, her big toe still in his mouth, "...oh please..jerk with your feet and make me cum!" he begged.

"What's in it for me?" she said, the air in her voice changing to a more greedy tone, "I'm giving you what you want, but you're so focused on your sad little cock, that you haven't even considered how you can please me." She moved both of her feet between his legs now, working the head of his cock between her big toe and second toe, gently stroking it. The toes of her other foot were buried in his scrotum where she wiggled them seductively and tickled his balls.

"Oh God that feels good..what do you want baby?" he groaned as she continued manipulating him with her feet. He began to slide his hand up her leg towards her pussy with every intent of satisfying her.

"All in due time..." she said as she firmly swatted his hand away. "You're mine for the weekend, to do as I command, that is if you want to cum."

"Mmm...yes"

"It's 'yes Mistress'" she corrected with a smirk as she applied greater pressure to his balls with her foot.

"Yes Mistress!"

"That's more like it" she purred. "Now get up on the bed," she commanded as she moved her legs out of his lap and he got up off of the loveseat. As he made his way over to the bed he saw her reach for a duffle bag he hadn't noticed before. She pulled out some black leather handcuffs that had rope dangling from them, ready to be tied wherever she saw fit. He sat on the bed obediently and she gestured for him to take off his shirt and lay on his back.

He did as he was instructed and in a matter of a few minutes she had cuffed his wrists and had them tied off underneath the bed. She then produced two more cuffs and proceeded to do the same with his ankles. She paused for a minute to take in the sight of his naked, spread eagled body laying flat on his back, with his hard cock standing up in the air.

"I'm going to go freshen up a bit, you just sit tight," she turned and walked away with the dufflebag slung over her arm. A second after she disappeared out of sight he heard the bathroom door around the corner slam shut.

*****

He had closed his eyes and rehashed how he got himself into this situation while he awaited for her to emerge from the bathroom. It wasn't in her nature to be the dominant one, but she had handled it with such confident seduction that he was intrigued. Secretly he had craved it from her, yearned for it. He was so used to being in charge of their more risqué sexual activities, but deep inside him was the need to be at her every whim, to be used. It was one of those fantasies he had only mentioned to her briefly and he couldn't help but wonder whether she was putting this on for him or whether it made her just as hot.

Exactly what she had in store for him was a mystery. As best as he could figure she must have been planning this for some time. He had spent what felt like an eternity contemplating the possibilities when the abrupt sound of the bathroom door opening caught his attention. Opening his eyes he squinted at the clock and saw it had been less than five minutes since she had disappeared.

"Did I tell you to let your cock go soft?" she broke the silence.

"No Mistress,"

"I would have thought after all I did to get you worked up, you could at least have the decency to stay hard for me."

"I'm sorry Mistress," he apologized, his normally well hidden submissiveness now on full display and causing his cock to stir once more. He strained his neck to get a look at her and couldn't believe his eyes. She was wearing a black pushup bra which boosted her ample C-cup breasts up into a beautiful display of cleavage with matching black panties.

"Like what you see?" she asked as she stepped into view and turned slowly to model them for him. He got an eyeful of her tight rounded ass, cheeks separated only by the fabric of the thong. The blood began pouring back into his cock. She sat down on the bed next to him and slowly began to drag her fingers up his leg until she worked her way up to his hip before tracing a single finger down to his balls and lightly stroking them. "Well?"

"Yes...of course...Mistress," he replied, his eyes partly glazed over. It was out of the ordinary for her to dress specifically for sex, but definitely appreciated. With one hand she continued massaging his balls, watching his cock grow in front of her very eyes. She ever so lightly ran a finger from her other hand up and down the bottom side of his cock a few times before circling the head. It twitched in response to her touch, so she wrapped one hand around the base of his cock to steady it and continued teasing the head with only a single finger.

Brian's eyes were closed and he was aching for more. The head of his cock was beginning to turn a deep red, and it twitched more frequently, craving more of her touch. She refused to oblige and wanted him to feel every ounce of sensation on this most perfect night. He wasn't sure if she even knew she was doing it, but every so often she would speed up her gentle caress and then slow it back down and press slightly more firmly. The sensitivity of his engorged cock made him take note of every little alteration and the arousal was maddening.

"Tell me slaveboy, when was the last time you came?"

"Well..." he hesitated.

"The truth!" she demanded, digging her fingers firmly into his sack and squeezing his balls, "I know you still look at porn and satisfy yourself."

"...Mhh...God...it was yesterday," he groaned.

"You know you're supposed to save yourself for me," she said as she formed a ring with her index finger and thumb and slowly brought it down over his cock.

"Yes Mistress,"

"Then why don't you?" she asked as she continued to stroke him as softly as possible. He paused for several seconds, enjoying the increased pleasure her hands were bringing him.

"It's just with work...and having opposite schedules..."

"No, I don't buy that" she interrupted, as she began working his cock at a slightly faster pace. Her rhythm now matching that of the steady waves crashing outside. He looked at her lustily but with confusion.

"Well..."

"Don't make excuses, it's because you are weak and you don't have any willpower,"

"I don't know if it's-"

"Are you arguing with me?!" her voice raised, grabbing his balls again and this time giving them a slight tug.

"No Mistress!"

"I'm glad we have an understanding," she said continuing to stroke his cock, this time using her entire hand and a firmer grip. Pleasure escaped his lips in the form of a moan and she could see that a small drop of his precum had been milked to the opening of his cock. This was the first time she had never taken control of him like this and her confidence and unpredictably was driving him wild. It was if she was scratching an itch that he couldn't quite reach.

"So how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Well, we've got all weekend..." he smiled at her sheepishly, not quite sure what to say.

"Yes we do, and I'm going to teach you some self control," she said, stroking him faster now as the bead of precum oozed down to the ridge of his cock.

"Yes Mistress" he said as he could feel the tension in his loins building.

"You're going to do exactly what I tell you if you want to cum this weekend, do you understand me?"

"Mmm...yes,"

Allison continued to work her hand up and down the shaft of his cock and she could literally feel him building towards an orgasm. His breathing was becoming increasingly frantic as she alternated between quick, light strokes and slow teasing strokes that worked the sensitive head of his cock. She worked in a subtle twist of her wrist every so often to make sure that she tantalized every bit of him. Brian had been giving her the twice over in the meantime and contemplating what all she could have in store for him. His eyes flitted from her ample breasts to her tight ass, to her pedicured feet, taking in each in turn.

"Oh God...your hands feel so good," he moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head and she steadied her pace. She massaged his balls with her free hand, giving them the occasional gentle squeeze.

"I bet they do slaveboy," she said as she gripped him tighter. He could feel the cum beginning to build in his balls as his legs began to pull at the restraints.

"Oh Mistress, I'm about to cum!" he gasped between breaths and closed his eyes and that's when it happened. She removed her hand from his cock at the last second, leaving it to twitch in desperate need of stimulation. Five seconds went by before he opened his eyes to see what had happened, thinking there was some sort of mistake, but Allison just met his gaze with a smile.

"I don't think it's time for you to cum, you don't deserve it," she said as if it was a fact of nature. A few seconds went by while he considered what she had said. The cool breeze coming in the windows brought him back to his senses in the dimly lit room. She began to stroke him slowly again and he could feel each stroke pumping him right back towards the edge of orgasm.

"...Please..." he pleaded.

"You're going to have to earn it," she said. His cock began to twitch with pleasure and she removed her hand once more.

"I will do anything...I swear!" he exclaimed in desperation, attempting to thrust his hips and make contact with her hand a few inches away from his cock. She grabbed his balls tightly and his motion caused them to tug hard and they ached. After a few seconds more she began to trace one finger around the sensitive ridge of his cock, using his precum as lubricant. It was so sensitive and felt so good that it sent a shiver through his body. He continued to twitch as he was just a mere stroke from cumming, a stroke that she continued to deny him.

Allison giggled menacingly at the sight of him squirming, trying to get any kind of stimulation that would make him explode. She continued teasing the head of his cock, focusing on the most sensitive part on the underside. He wasn't sure if he had died and gone to heaven or hell, the exquisite feeling of being on the verge of such pleasure mixed with the torture of never having enough stimulation to reach it was like a fog settling into his brain. He decided it was more like purgatory. When she finally stopped teasing him it took a few seconds for it to finally register.

"That's so fucking incredible" he gasped, panting, dazed and unable to think straight.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but it's me who deserves the pleasure," she said hopping off the bed and taking a drink of wine while sliding her panties down her leg to the floor. Before he even had time to think about what she could mean by that she had already began climbing onto the head of the bed. She kneeled down so that her knees were over his restrained shoulders with her clean shaven pussy right in front of his face.

"Please let me taste you Mistress" he begged as the sweet, musky scent of her arousal went straight to his brain. No sooner had he said it than she lowered her pussy to his lips and he began running his tongue up and down her sensitive scarlet folds, taking his time and avoiding her clit for now. She gasped as he slowly worked his tongue into her opening and sampled her copious juices.

After several minutes his tongue trailed its way up to her clit and began to run faint, light circles around it. She began moaning and rocking her hips slightly, eager for more, but he held out. Payback was a bitch he thought to himself as he intentionally rationed her pleasure so that he went slower while she was straining for more. This continued on for several minutes with her breathing becoming shallower and faster, clearly she was enjoying the game as much as he was.

"That's a nice warm-up slaveboy, but you'll need to do more than that to make up for your pathetic lack of willpower," she said as she leaned back and made eye contact with him.

"Yes Mistress,"

"Good, now use that tongue like you mean it!" she said has she lowered herself down on him in full and buried his face. She was nearly suffocating him now with her pussy and he took her clit in between his lips sucking on it gently while he flicked his tongue back and forth across it. She moaned loudly and ran her hands through the hair on the back of his head, digging her fingers in and holding his head steady. He alternated his pace between quick flicks of his tongue and slower circles around her clit, making sure to make contact with every sensitive bit of it.

It didn't take long before she began rocking her hips in force and grinding her pussy into his face while he continued to work his magic. In response he rested his tongue and began using his lips to suck her clit in and out with the rhythm of her hips. He could tell that he was driving her mad with pleasure and her wetness began to saturate his face as her pace quickened. The whole experience was making his own cock stand on end, rigid with untamed arousal, a thirst he wished she would quench.

She was grinding her hips ever faster now and it took everything he had to try and match her pace while gasping for breath of his own. He could feel the muscles in his neck and tongue burning, but her ecstasy spurred him onward. For a split second she quit moaning and remained motionless, and then her orgasm ripped through her body as she drove her clit hard into his mouth, bucking and thrusting. He continued tonguing her dutifully as her moans became muffled, her thighs tightening down around his head, suffocating him.