Sari’s dress had now slid
high enough on her thighs that the dark band at the top of her stockings
showed, and that prompted bolder talk. “I have some uh, slightly
unusual…although less so these days, thanks to all the Fifty Shades stuff…uh,
like that, I like bondage and bdsm in
the bedroom…I’m relentlessly dominant…”, he trailed off slightly. After a
short, and with an shy, inviting smile,
Sari said, “Well…I’ve always wanted to try that…and I’m comfortable enough to
try it with you…”, she said, “…and I was thinking, maybe this time, with this
guy it would be safe to explore…”, she took a quick breath, “I read all three
books and definitely uh, could see myself as Anastasia…!”, she smiled. Long
pause. “Do you like the shoes…?”, she taunted him.
“Uhh…WOW…yes…I more than like the shoes…I couldn’t
take my eyes off your shoes when you first walked in, and with that dress…and
the fishnet stockings…my bondage imagination immediately lit up…! So, uh…’Anastasia’…good
wardrobe choice…!”, he smiled and they shared a slightly nervous, excited laugh.
And a very quick meal.
As he shut the apartment
door, Sari said, “I have a joint…”, with a mischievous grin. “Oh, uh, me,
too…”, he responded, “…so um, we’re really set…!” They both laughed, he quickly
locked the door, and they headed toward the bedroom. Sari sat on the plush
chair in the corner and lit her joint; he stood while they smoked it, grins
growing bigger. “Ummmm, so nice….”, she gushed, “…what now…?”, she asked.
“Stand up..”, he instructed Sari, and they pressed close, kissing and touching.
“Now put your hands behind your back and cross your wrists…and hold them that
way…”, he said, feeling her excitement as he pulled her close again for hotter
kisses. He backed away. “Stay just like that…”, he said, taking some black rope
from a nearby cabinet, and coming around behind Sari, he tied her wrists
together. Now he stood close behind her – she could feel his cock pressing against
her hands – and arms wrapped around her, began to stroke Sari’s body, her hips,
her stomach, her breasts, to a chorus of soft moans beginning. “Good…?”, he
asked. “Oh yes…very…”, she cooed.
“Now…let’s see what’s
holding up these stockings…”, he muttered, undoing the shoulder straps and unzipping
her dress, sliding it down to the floor while Sari wriggled around. “Oh,
Sari…very nice…”, he stepped back to admire the strap-and-sheer black garterbelt around her hips, and the matching see-through sheer bra. “Hmmm, no
panties, I see…”, he scolded her. She smiled, “I took them off at the
restaurant…”. “Tsk, tsk, naughty girl…I just might have to spank you…”, he
said. “Ohhh…noooo…”, she protested weakly, and he could see Sari clench her
butt a little at the thought. Kneeling in front of her, he said, “…here, I’m
going to move your dress…lift up one leg, good…then the other…”. He picked up
her dress and draped it over the chair, then came back and stepped in close,
one hand around Sari’s waist, holding her bound wrists behind her back, and
kissed her; she could see something purple in his other hand.
“What’s that…?, Sari asked.
“This is part of how I’m going to make you come like never before…”, he
promised, showing her the remote-controlled vibrating egg he held in his hand.
Sari laughed nervously, “…uh, that’d be, uh, good…”, she murmured with a grin. “Come
over here…”, he said, “…and stand by the side of the bed, facing the bed…”, he
directed her, “…now step wide…good…a little wider…good…”. He came up behind her,
one arm down, his fingers feeling the hairs and wet flesh of her, his cock
pressed hard against her hands again. Stepping back, he told her, “I’m going to
put this in you now…”, and with lots of lube, he inserted the vibrator slowly,
fully into Sari’s pussy, enjoying her moaning turning throaty while she
adjusted to the new sensations. “Ummmm…uhh…”, she licked her lips, “…I like…”.
“The best is yet to
come…”, he promised her, “…now bring your legs together….yes…”, and with that
he knelt down and buckled a leather strap snugly around Sari’s ankles. “Ohhhh,
I…can’t…move my legs…”, she stammered, drawing a quick breath, “…and um, I
could fall over…”, she grew a little concerned. “That’s why I had you stand at
the bed, so you’d have some support…it’s an unusually tall bed…mid-thigh...and anyway, I’ll
keep you steady…”, he promised, standing tight behind her, still dressed, with his cock pressed against her hands, his arms
around her waist, his fingers savoring the textures of her skin and lingerie. “Uhhh…ok…”,
she smiled, and then, “…OOOHHHHH…!!”, when she first felt him stroke the hairs
of her pussy. Sari’s whole body shook, and she took a sharp breath, still wriggling
and quaking. “Ummmmm…” they both murmured in unison. “One more thing…”, he
whispered, “…if you’re game…for the deepest thrill, I want to gag you…”, he
offered, “…before making you come.” Sari gulped, “…uh, well, if that’s the best
way…”, she smiled, “…then OK, gag me…”, she agreed. “So hot…so hot hearing you
say ‘gag me’…OK…open wide…”, he instructed, placing the red silicone ball into
Sari’s mouth, and buckling the leather strap behind her head, making sure she
was comfortably yet securely gagged. “Good…?”, he asked. “Uhh…huuhhhh…”, she
replied, clearly trembling now. “Then here we go…”, he whispered to Sari and
turned on the vibrator.
The low rumble deep inside
made Sari frantically hot. “Now I’m going to make you come like never before,
and then I’m going to cheek fuck your ass…”, he taunted her, while increasing
the vibrator two speeds. She was practically jumping up and down already when
she heard him take his pants off, then felt him lift her arms slightly, step in close, and force his cock downward,
into the crack of her ass, then reach around with one arm to find her clit with
his fingers, which drove Sari into mad ecstasy, as she thrashed forward into his
waiting fingers and backwards against his lubed, stiff cock, which slid hot
along her ass, again and again, until she was lost in the throes, with the vibrator’s different
patterns intensifying everything, and finally, still helplessly bound and gagged,
Sari came hard and long, her hips shaking from side to side, fingers
outstretched, wrists and ankles straining at the restraints, her voice in muffled
shrieks, then deep grunts through the gag when he began to stroke his cock
between her ass cheeks, faster and harder, his hands now pulling her hips tight
against him until he came thunderously too, pounding against her, and she felt
his cum running down her legs.
Neither of them could move
just yet. Sari was slowly swaying side to side, and there were occasional,
involuntary aftershocks, a thrust or squeeze to fully wring out the pleasure.
He finally relaxed his grip on Sari’s hips, and reached up to remove the gag.
“AAAHHH…ohhh...OMG that...was...fantastic…!!!”, she gushed, “…uhhh, now please untie
me…”, she begged, “and…turn off…take out…the vibrator…”. First he knelt down
and undid the strap around her ankles, and Sari happily, but still a little
wobbly, spread her legs apart…she almost came again when he slid the vibrator
out…! Then standing up, he untied her wrists, and she shook out her arms,
turning around so they could hug.
“So tell me…any good for
you…?, he laughed.
