Sex And Submission

Kathy cleaned up my cum, and let me rest.... After about 20 minutes, I felt the bed again give way. I was surprised that I didn't fall asleep with the blindfold still on. Kathy took off the handcuffs and transferred my wrists to some sort of ties on each side of the mattress. They felt like neckties or some sort of very soft rope. One thing was for sure...I couldn't move my hands very far. Before I had time to think about it, I felt Kathy crawl toward my head and her sexy thighs stradle my head. "Ok slave Allan, now its my turn. Unlike males, females need a jumpstart. I need to get my motor purring so I can help out your ego by cumming when you do. Start licking sweety." With that, I felt Kathy move up over my head and hook her calves under my arms. She squeezed, now cutting off another sense...my hearing. She lowered her pussy to my face, bumping it first along my nose, making sure I would get a snootful and helping me to orient myself. Since I couldn't move my head too well, I was restricted to how and where I could lick. Then, I figured out that that was the way she wanted it. She didn't want to be teased. She wanted to get down to business. I opened my mouth so my lips could meet her pussy lips. As my lips met her sex, I was again surprised. She was clean shaven! Never had Kathy consented to shaving her pubic hair with the exception of her usual bikini area hair.

Soon, with all the heavenly attention, my cock came back to life. It was rock solid in less than a minute. Kathy keep slurping loud enough so I could hear, something she normally does not do. Her tongue was torture on the head of my cock. It traced firm circles from the base of the head, slowly like a corkscrew to the tip, taking time to lick all the pre-cum, and then back down to the starting point. She continued this treatment until I was moments from orgasm. Then, suddenly, she stopped. The frustration got the better of me and I moaned and sighed. Kathy raised an eyebrow to that, "So, do you disagree with the way I am treating my slave?" She giggled. I chose to play safe and not let any sounds escape my mouth. I lay on the bed for quite some time, and once again became soft. "I want my slave to last when I fuck him. So, we will make him cum. We just can't have him cumming before I do." Again, she giggled. This time, she didn't use oral sex to tease me. She got down to business and used her wonderful hands. One of her hands grabbed my balls, and she gently began to caress them. With her other hand, she used a few fingers to dance around the skin of my cock until slowly it began to grow to its full length. As she continued to caress my balls with her hand, she began to stroke my cock. She started low on the base of my cock and worked her hand up to the head, then back down. She knew my pace and rhythm. Slowly, she picked up the pace, pumping her small, soft hand up and down my shaft. Soon, I found myself arching my back. Kathy picked up her pace and pumped faster and faster. She fondled my balls more vigorously, sometimes squeezing gently, and pulling firmly toward the mattress. Within a few seconds, my cum was shooting up and all over her hand.

Surprising me, Arthur sternly turned me around and unfastened the handcuffs. But, before I could do anything, he left my right wrist secured, brought my wrists in front of me, and relocked the handcuffs. Then, I was bent over his knees. I was beginning to get apprehensive. I could tell he was naked, and enjoying himself. Even though I couldn't see, I knew he was smiling. And, he was enjoying this. So was I.