Archives for January 2008
School girl in bondage
My girlfriend always seemed to enjoy seeing just how much she could
get away with doing some form of our bondage in public. She does this
partly because she finds it fun, mostly because she knows it drives me out
of my tree. Usually, I’m able to fast-talk my way out of potentially
embarrassing situations with Mundanes, but yesterday she very nearly got me
fired.
Yesterday afternoon we had lunch together. Afterward, she
accompanied me back to my place of work. I thought this slightly unusual,
since she had never before expressed an interest in my work (electronic
engineering), but it didn’t occur to me that she had something planned.
We arrived at my workbench, where I’m currently trying to figure
out why the hell board on which I’m working is not performing the way I
designed it.
“Is this where you work?” she asked.
“At the moment,” I replied.
I reached over to turn on the scope, thereby completely failing to
notice the huge studded black leather collar she produced from her purse.
Before I could even blink (it’s amazing the speed at which she can do this),
she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of the
six-foot jack chain to the center of the bench (where there just happened
to be a mounting hole, dammit). I turned to face her in utter disbelief,
mouth agape.
“I’ll be back for you at five,” she said.
“HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?” I yelled in a hushed voice.
“HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???”
“You’ll think of something,” she said, dropping the keys into her
cleavage. “You always do.”
“But suppose I have to go to the bathroom,” I countered.
“Don’t give me that,” she said. “I’ve seen you go for a whole day
without visiting the bathroom.”
“But…,” I tried to say.
“SHHH! The subject is closed. I’ll be back at five. Bye.”
She turned and left, against my hushed protests. I sat in panic and
tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of all the people who
might visit. Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my
girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn’t surprise them. But I
had *no* idea what I was going to say if one of my bosses came in. I
checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy.
13:30 (I’m a military time weenie). “Three and a half hours,” I thought.
I heaved a sigh, and got to work, such as I could.
Girl in bondage
As we layed there under the covers, cuddling, and fondling,
we rested from our recent ectasy. Kathy coyly smiled and asked,
“So, who wins the bet?”
No question at all in my mind. “You do.”
Kathy smiled. “Good. I knew I would. Next weekend when
we meet, you’ll need to pay up.” She giggled, then winked.
Pretty girl tied up
I caressed Kathy’s breasts and massaged her thick
nipples. She began to rock her hips backwards and forwards
pressing her pubic bone into my hips, trying to get clitoral
stimulation any way she could. She began to pump up and down
my cock at an increasing pace, this time not holding back. She
began to moan and girgle as she always does when she nears
orgasm. I met her downward thrusts with upward thrusts of my
own. Soon, the bed began to bang against the wall in that tell-tale
way associated with many motels. Kathy began to sigh and squeal.
I began to moan myself. I felt an orgasm coming, but it wasn’t near
yet. Kathy began to thrust harder. She reached back behind her
and under her ass and began to caress my balls. She knew how
to pull my strings and enhance my stimulation. Soon, I was
nearing ejaculation and she was near an orgasm. As I tried
to keep massaging her breasts and nipples, she began to shudder.
I thrust harder upwards to keep up the pace as she began to lose
control. Within seconds we were both in a frenzy of erotic
babblings. Kathy squealed quite loudly and I let out a long,
and unusually loud moan as we came together.