Message-ID: <2645eli$9708051356@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: wsoxwin@aol.com (WSoxWin) Subject: Weekend of Surprises Part 2 (M,f BND) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970803212400.RAA17660@ladder01.news.aol.com> Weekend of Surprises Part 2 Author: WSoxWin@aol.com Written for: Khrystah@aol.com Disclaimer: You must be over 18 years of age to view this story. It contains adult material. When we got inside the house Rich stopped me in the kitchen. I had been taking baby steps because I couldn't see and he seemed a little bit irritated by this. "Sit Mindy", he said, as I felt one of the kitchen chairs pushed gently into the back of my knees, to let me know it was there. I sat down and heard Rich pull a chair next to me. Then I felt the knot being pried from within my mouth, and them packing being pulled out, and then he untied the scarf from behind my head. I was glad to be rid of that, at least for awhile. "May I have a glass of water?", I asked. "Certainly my lady", Rich replied in a rather gallant tone. As he got up to get the water, I tried to rub the blindfold off using my shoulder. It was no use, he had tied it tight. He helped me drink the glass of water, and when I was done he asked me rather off handedly, "What do you want to do tonight?" "Well, I replied, "This is a good start." "It is still early", he replied, "You mean to tell me that you didn't want to go out this evening?" "I want to be with you", I stated. "Sshh", He said as he put a finger to my lips. "Tell me the truth, didn't you want to go out?". "Well...yes I did", I stammered. "Do you still want to go?", he asked. "Only if we can play afterwards", I replied. "I don't see why we can't play before, during and after" Rich said . And with that it was decided that we were going out, we decided we would go to a place called Club Disaster. It was an up and coming place for everyone from recycled punk rockers to rebelling yuppies. "Your a mess", Rich said as he kissed me deeply again and suddenly my desire to go out was fading by the minute. I reached up to pull him close, only to realize that my hands were still tied to my body by my apron. I broke off the kiss and said, "Could you please release my hands, kind sir?" in my best cockney accent. Figuring that he had to untie me eventually so that we could get ready. "Certainly, my dear", he replied, doing about as awful a job with the accent as I had. He stood me up, and then kissed me again, probing deep into my mouth with his tongue. He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them, pulling me close to him in an embrace. My breast rubbed against his cotton shirt and my nipple sprang to life. We kissed and let our tongue explore each others mouths for a few minutes. "You are a mess", Rich said, as we broke off our kiss, and with that he turned me around. "I love when you are helpless like this, you know that don't you?", he said. "Yes, I do", I replied, "I love you, and with that I gave his balls a little squeeze with one of my bound hands. He just sort of let out a purr. Next I felt him untying my hands from the apron. "Hold still", he said, and I did. Soon my hands were free. I brought them around in front of me and massaged my wrists. They had been tied for at least an hour and a half. Luckily the apron was made from a soft cotton material. I felt the apron come loose, and my uniform tumble down around my feet. I reached up to undo the blindfold only to hear Rich say, "Not yet", as he eased my bra down off of my arms. "Do you really want it off?", he asked. "No", I replied. Then I felt him pull my arms behind me and handcuff them in place. "Step out," I heard and then a tug on the leash. I stepped out of my uniform, which was laying at my ankles. "Let's go," he said. And then another tug as he lead me into the living room. I hope the blinds are drawn, I think, but I am sure they are, Rich would never do anything to embarrass me, in front of other people. We stop and Rich helps me to kneel up on the coffee table. I am confused. What is he going to do now? "Spread your legs", he commands, and I spread them as best I can. "Open your mouth", he says as I hear a drawer to one of the end tables open. I obey, opening my mouth wide, as I feel a penis gag filling my mouth. It is a large one, but I am used to it. After he gets it situated in my mouth and asked me if it all right, he then tightens the straps behind my head. I then feel a hand between my legs followed by Rich's tongue. He starts a slow, leisurely swirl along the outside of my lips biting and nibbling as he goes darting his tongue in and out, every once in a while. I am wet in an instant, moaning into my gag, wondering how long I am going to be able to keep my balance. He teases me with a bite here and nip there, ever so gently caressing my swollen clit with his tongue. Then he stops and lets me cool down for a bit before starting again. Each time he stops I am hotter that the time before, sometimes he just grabs my clit with his lips and holds it, or spreads my lips and blows on me. I am slowly losing my mind! I try to reach around with my cuffed hands and push his head farther into my bush but one of his arms stops me and holds my hands where they are. This is his game, and I guess I'll have to play it at his pace. I alternate between screaming into the penis gag and sucking on it, imagining that it is him in my mouth, and not a four inch piece of latex rubber. Slowly but surely he picks up the pace. He has let my hands go and is massaging my breasts as his tongue goes deeper and deeper into me. Faster and faster. I can feel the immense heat between my legs, and I can feel the orgasm building, until it is like I see a white light behind the blindfold. For a few moments my whole world becomes the orgasm as I scream into the gag. As my body convulses a few last times, I fall over, collapsing on top of Rich. He catches me and holds me tight in his arms. He tenderly removes the gag, and after my breathing returns to normal, he stands me back up, steadying me carefully. "Do you want the blindfold off?", he asks. "Lead me", I calmly state. He leads me to the foot of the stairs, using the leash. Then he gently tales my arm and helps me up to the second floor bathroom. "No time for a bath tonight", he states, as he turns on the shower and removes my collar and leash. I understand that time is tight but I really do love it when he bathes me. I hear him taking off his clothes and I realize that I won't be untied for the shower either. When he is naked and the water is just the right temperature, he lifts me into the tub and then follows me in. The water feels so good as he uses the soapy sponge to find every nook and crevice of my body, washing me clean. "That feels so good", I say, "Let me do you." To my surprise, he reached out of the shower, gets his keys and unlocks my wrists , relocking them in front of me. He puts the soap in one of my hands and the sponge in the other. Kissing me deeply on the lips, and then a peck on the forehead. "Think you can do it in the dark?", he dares. "Not a problem", I smugly reply. Eventhough I am blindfolded, I know his body as well as, if not better, that I know my own. I soap him up real good, taking special care around his nipples and then his cock and balls, knowing that he is loving every moment of it. "Shampoo please, and kneel", I ask and command. This is necessary because he is nearly six foot, and I am only five foot five. "Didn't I just do this?", he comments slyly as he hands me the shampoo and complies. "Feel free to do all the exploring you like while your down there", I giggle as I lather up his hair. He responds by planting a small peck on my bush and tickling the backs of my knees. "Hey, no fair!", I squeak. "No tickling the master hairstylist while she is at work. Stand up and rinse off." He stood up and rinsed off then turned me around and started to take the blindfold off me. "Keep your eyes closed or you'll get shampoo in your eyes", he states as he started to lather my scalp. I kept waiting for him to lock my hands behind my back again but he didn't. When he was done with my hair I put my cuffed hands around his neck and opened my eyes and whispered, "I love you Rich". as we tenderly embraced. Before I knew it the moment was broken as he scooped me out of the tub. He stood me up and started to dry me off with a big fluffy towel. When he was done I dried him off. He said, "Times a wasting baby, why don't you start getting ready while I order a pizza." "But Rich", I whined. I knew that I could do my hair and makeup handcuffed, I had done it before, and he was gone anyway. After I dried myself a little more, I put my hair up in a ponytail and got started on my makeup. Everytime I moved, the jingle of the chain between my ankles would send a shiver between my legs. I almost started to touch myself, but finished my makeup and started to blow dry my hair. I got my hair just right and looked at my nails. The red I had painted my nails to match my uniform would go quite nicely with the outfit That I had planned for tonight. They were in pretty good shape, so I left them alone without a touch-up. I went to out bedroom and looked through my closet for just the outfit that I wanted to wear this evening. I knew that my leather outfits turned Rich on, but then again, what didn't turn him on. I found the perfect match. A black leather mini-skirt, that wasn't short enough to be called a micro-mini but short enough to display my legs nicely. I paired this with a black leather halter top that I had. It laced up the front and had shoulder straps that buckled in place. It was sexy, but not slutty, and it also gave the look of a one-piece leather dress. I got out a black teddy with attached garter, some black seamed stockings, and I was ready to go. Except that my Boy-Toy needed to unlock me. I went downstairs, he had already gotten dressed while I was doing my make-up, to find him black slacks and a dark casual shirt, we should match nicely I thought. "Can you unlock me please?", I asked, "so I can get dressed". "What are you going to wear?", he inquired. "That's for me to know and you to find out after you unlock me", I replied with a sparkle in my eyes. He unlocked my hands and feet. After giving him a quick kiss, I went up to get ready. I put on the outfit I picked out, adding a pair of black heels and a gold necklace, with a matching ankle bracelet to the ensemble. When I came downstairs he was watching TV and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. "You look great Honey", he stammered. "I know", I replied confidently. The doorbell rang and Rich went to pay the pizza man, as I went to the kitchen to pour some sodas. He came into the kitchen and set the pizza on the counter and said, "How's cheese and pepperoni, baby?" I didn't even see the handcuffs as he deftly pulled my arms behind me. I was soon sat in a chair at the table with my hands cuffed behind me and a piece of rope around my waist holding me in place. "Come on Babe, we don't have time for this", I said. "Sure we do", he stated", he stated "you eat like a snail," and he started to feed me a piece of pizza. I just gave in and ate, I knew he was right. After a few slices of pizza we were almost ready to go. "Untie me please", I asked. He let me loose from the chair and I bent over and gave him a peck on the lips. "And now the cuffs please", I asked. "No, I think with you looking as hot as you do," he said. "I had better keep you under lock and key." "Rich", I whined, "This isn't fair!" "What isn't fair?" he stated. "You know that I have my brothers car with the tinted windows." "But Rich", I squeaked. "You know what happens to whiners", he said. I did but I kept it up anyway. Soon rich produced a red rubber ball on a black leather strap. "I'll be good", I promised, as I closed my mouth tightly. "Open wide", he said. "Uh, uh", I mumbled through clenched teeth. A quick couple of pokes to my ribs and my mouth sprang open. Rich knows all my ticklish spots, as well as I know his. He quickly popped the ball into my mouth and pulled it behind my teeth. He pulled the straps behind my head, and after checking that is was in all right, he buckled the straps securely behind my head. He then pulled my hair out of the strap and adjusted it so it wouldn't mess up my hair. I knew what was coming next, as my mouth got used to the fullness of the gag. I felt him double locking the ankle shackles onto my ankles. He then checked their tightness, and double locked the handcuffs onto my wrists so they wouldn't tighten when I sat on them. He looked at me and said, "I love you so much, you look spectacular ?Baby". I could see that horny look in his eyes. I know he loves it when I wear a ball-gag. He really likes them, especially the harness type that goes over the head and has a chin strap. But that would have messed up my hair, how thoughtful of him. He thought ball gags were sexy. I thought I looked like a fish while wearing one, from the Polaroid pictures he has taken of me while I have been tied up. But there I was dressed sexy as can be in tight black leather, shackles and hand cuffed, and the way he was looking at me, maybe I did feel sexy wearing a ball gag. "Let's go", he said, as he helped me to the car and put me in the passenger's seat. He put my seat-belt on and closed my door. He then went around to his side and get in. He closed his door, put on his belt and started the car. He opened the garage door and started to back out. Here I go again I thought, looking hot, feeling horny and definitely harnessed. To be continued... Would love to hear your thoughts and opinions! E-Mail us at WSoxWin@aol.com, Thanks, Jay and Krista -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /