As Thursdays go it had been a doozy. The first few days in the month are always busy, but I had good reason to get some of Friday's work started, even out of the way. I was expecting, or do I mean hoping, that it would be my turn to feel what it is like to wear our new toys. I won't bother to list all the other reasons why I was so exhausted as I stepped into the elevator, but as the doors started to close Dawn stepped through them, and they were forgotten. She looked the exact opposite to how I felt, there seemed to be no trace of having been to work in her appearance at all. The sight of her lifted my spirits, we kissed, a quick greeting kiss. Then longer, more lingering, and I was just thinking how lucky I was, when her tongue parted my lips and I melted.
"My poor darling," she crooned. "Come to my place, you look exhausted." The doors whispered open encouragingly, and I accepted. She took my hand and drew me to her door where, instead of the usual search for her key, she produced it from a pocket, and ushered me inside. She suggested a shower, I wondered if she meant both of us, perhaps I'm not as tired as I thought. I gave her a look that asked the question. "No, I'm fixing us something to eat," came the spoken reply. As I began to undress she produced towels, my brand of shower gel, and a new robe, then disappeared to the kitchen. It was like being in my own place, but with maid service, I was feeling better already.
It carries with it a strange sensation, being in someone else's shower alone. Not like being on vacation, because I had been in it many times before; but not familiar either, because in the past we had always showered together. This was more like having just moved into a new place. As I stepped out Dawn came in to tell me the food was nearly ready, and that was not all. She had changed into a skirt so short I could see her panties, without her bending; and a tight fitting top which almost covered her nipples. "I see you like it," she smiled, indicating the pronounced twitch to my cock. "Not as tired as we thought," she continued, and began to towel me dry.
Being pampered, and returning the pleasure, is just heaven. I savored every moment as she gently worked her way over my body, under my arms, my balls, and my cock, then down my legs to my feet and my toes. Then she handed me the towel to dry my hair. "Come through, we'll eat on the balcony," but her words were not as inviting as the sight of her sexy cheeks as she left the room. She glanced back to make sure I had noticed, I was staring. Finishing up, I put on the robe and went through to where we would eat. Dawn came through with two plates, she had produced a light salad, simply dressed, with three strips of chicken, very crisp coating and a delicious, mysterious sweetness.
We sat chatting over a glass of wine for a while, then retreated to the sofa. Dawn pressed the remote and Birth Of The Cool came on as background music. I was going to ask if she was buying all the stuff she had seen and heard in my place, but today was not the day for stupid questions, and I stopped myself in time. Then she produced a black scarf. "I'll give you a foot massage," she coaxed, "this will help you enjoy it more." I closed my eyes as the blindfold covered them, and prepared for that special touch I knew she did so well. A foot massage is both energizing, and relaxing. Blindfolded it is not as soporific as you would think, I felt and enjoyed every touch, each twist, press, and stretch.
When she had finished attending to my feet, I felt fingers undoing and opening my robe. I made to remove the scarf from my eyes but she said, "Don't do that," quite firmly. In silence she pushed me to one side and made me lay on my back. I heard and felt what I had been expecting for the following day, the sound of velcro, and the feeling of my hands being bound above my head, and tied there. Deftly she moved back to my feet but only to bind and secure them as well. The feeling of being stretched out, totally vulnerable, like that was stimulating to say the least. I could feel my cock standing as proud as a flagpole, straining to reach inside her pussy, her mouth, or even her hand.
It didn't get either of these, just a sharp slap with the flat of her hand, and not a little pain! I felt it waving from side to side like a pendulum, I also felt the second slap! "Hey, that hurts," I complained. "Oh, does Sweet Simon want me to kiss it better?" Was her affectionate sounding reply. I didn't need any persuading. "Not today, you have work to do," her tone was now sharp, and at the same time I felt her climb on top of me. At first she was seated on my chest, her knees either side, resting against my forearms. Then as I expected, she shifted her weight forward and pressed her now naked pussy against my mouth. "Tongue out please," as though I were a naughty schoolboy being given medicine. I complied, she pressed forward rocking her hips, grinding her clit, and fucking her pussy on my tongue.
In the darkness of the blindfold my sense of taste and smell seemed greatly increased. It felt as though I was engulfed by her flowing juices, subjugated by her thrusting hips, and all the time restricted by the fact that my hands and feet were bound, and tied down. It was the helplessness that elevated my enjoyment most, being used for pleasure, selfishly, I never once thought of uttering our code word. The continuous thrusting, and her near silence gave the whole experience a hypnotic feel. There was just a low steady moan coming from her, matching her movement, it gave a timeless feel to it all. Without warning she stopped. She had not climaxed, although my face and neck were covered in her flowing juices, but she moved down my body towards my still erect cock.
With one hand pressing down on my chest, I felt the other circle my shaft and hold it steady. I was hoping she would fuck me, I certainly wanted, even needed it. Bliss, the wet lips of her cunt engulfed its head and then continued on down. I could feel myself slipping easily inside her. Expecting her to lean forward, then raise and lower herself, I set my body and waited. But she leaned back and again circled her hips, I could feel my cock stirring inside her, and hear the sighs of her pleasure. I desperately needed to be fucked and I felt used again, it was deliciously, excruciating. She circled her hips a few times in one direction, then changed to the opposite, then back again. As she did this I realized that she was humming to herself, as though she was performing some pleasant chore.
The strain and the ecstasy were incredible. I was stretched out like I was going to be roasted on a spit, desperate to fuck or be fucked. I tried to get some in/out movement going by flexing my hips but Dawn had me pinned, and she continued to take her pleasure. Finally she changed position, leaning forward she pressed her clit against the bone just above my cock and ground them together. She was transfixed, and started to cum, I was in some discomfort and did not. My sense of helplessness was complete as I felt her grip and her juices gush over me, I heard her gasp in orgasmic delight. She collapsed over me, her breath coming in great gasps, between satisfied giggles of pure pleasure. As she climbed off me the cool air on my, still steel like shaft did nothing to diminish my wanting.
Hands took hold of my body and rolled, dragged back, and rolled again until I was face down. Her hand had briefly held my cock, but only to tuck it against my stomach as I was pushed the final way to being turned right over. "And don't try to fuck the seating," she warned, "like you tried to do to me, you bad boy!" I had considered it, but gave up on the idea, I was in no position to argue. There was silence, minutes of it, I could hear nothing, not even breathing, not even my own. That is why when it happened It was such a shock. The pain was sudden and all consuming. Nothing else existed except the pain across my ass. Something narrow and hard had been laid, with some force on me, and I cried out with the shock and the agony.
"That's for trying to fuck me when I was getting my cum," her voice was close and uncharacteristically threatening. "I think three is enough this time." And before I had time to protest I received a second and third stroke of whatever instrument she was wielding. Then silence again, nothing to tell if she had gone or was near, minutes passed. "I meant three more!" The voice next to my ear was almost as much a shock as the fourth cut to my so vulnerable ass. All this time my erection had not decreased, and the pain grew and spread bringing a warmth to me that I would not have thought possible. I had been caned at school at the age of twelve, it was agony, I had to sleep face down. This was different, not so harsh, more surprise really, and there was a stimulating afterglow.
Something cold was applied to my injured rear, cream perhaps, and gently massaged in. The pleasant glow flowed through me, and the pressure in my balls increased. I dared not move, but my need for release was driving me to distraction. When Dawn had finished soothing the stinging sensation she herself had administered, she released my hands and feet. Not completely, they were still bound together, but I could sit up, and, with help, I did. I was still quite literately in the dark, blindfolded, and this still heightened my other senses, and my feelings of apprehension. "What are we going to do about this then?" Dawn's voice was more playful than before, and she was tapping my aching member with one hand. "I suppose you want me to suck it for you, don't you?"
I felt her fingers firmly grip my shaft. "Oh yes, do that, yes a BJ." I was begging. "I don't think so," was the reply, "with all that pressure built up in these, you cuming could take my head off?" She was gently fondling my balls, and I was rapidly going out of my mind. Her hand started to stroke up and down my shaft, only slowly but that was all I needed. A physical emotion swept around my body and took me over completely. I could feel my climax building in seconds, there was no stopping me. My whole body twitched and jerked as I came with a rush. I think most of the neighbors heard my cries of ecstasy and relief, and I could feel a dull ache in my balls some minutes after I had finally shot my last. All I could do was lay back, motionless and make incoherent noises of pleasure.
Dawn was soon releasing my feet and hands, and at the same time speaking, but making no sense. "What have you done? OMG I had no chance to move. I didn't think you could do that!" I removed the blindfold to be confronted by my lover in only a white cotton T shirt, but it was mostly see through, it was soaked in cum! "Don't blame me," I was grinning at such a glorious sight, "I was only responding to your wonderful imagination." She went to the bathroom to wash and change, returning a few minutes later in her robe, I was still too exhausted to move. "Am I good or what?" she was justifiably full of pride. "You are a bloody marvel," I replied, "and I'll have to come up with something pretty special to keep up with your inventive mind."
Dawn fetched drinks and moist cleanups, I looked puzzled. "Pizza, in about three minutes if they want a tip," was the reply. The door-bell rang, cash appeared in her hand, never has she been able to find something like that when she needs it. In seconds we were indulging in in the warm soothing pleasure of food brought to the door. This day had been planned to perfection, and I was in sweet heaven.
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