I completed putting on the finishing touches to my make-up and stood back to give myself one last check in the mirror. I wanted to make sure that I was looking my best for Mario, my photographer friend from New York. He had called to let me know that he was in town and wanted me dressed in my French maid outfit, ready to do his bidding. The see-through apron of the outfit left nothing to the imagination as my mid-hard gurl cock was causing the apron to tent a little. I took the suction cups off of my nipples and admired how swollen the aroria around my nipples had become as a result of the suction cups being on there for several hours. I took a red lipstick and a small brush and proceeded to make my nipples appear more rosy and noticeable. The gentle touch of the make up brush against my tender nipples was making my gurl cock stand at full attention.
A knock on the door startled me. One last check in the mirror and a minor adjustment on my stockings and I opened the door to Mario. Mario walked in, not saying a word. I saw him glance down at my raging hard on and thought I detected the tiny glimmer of a smile from the corner of his lips. He removed his jacket and without looking at me, walked over to the drawer where all my bondage stuff was and proceeded to pull out a long length of rope. “Go sit on your bad girl chair” he commanded in a rough authoritative voice. I felt a thrill of anticipation go through me and noticed my sheer apron standing away from my body with the hardness of my erect gurl cock. I pull my bad-girl chair to the middle of the room and sat down, never taking my eyes off Mario. “Take your shoes off and do not let the heels of your feet touch the floor” he said. I noticed him looking approvingly at my pretty red toes through the high fashion stockings that I was wearing especially for him. He went to the bondage drawer and pulled out the riding crop. As he caressed the inside of my left thigh with the tip of the riding crop, he said, “if one of your heels touches the floor, you will feel the wrath of this riding crop. It’s not pretty Little Gurl. Now spread your legs apart as far as you can.”. He grabbed 2 short lengths of rope and proceeded to tie my ankles to the front legs of the chair. “Put your wrists together in back of the chair”, he said. He took the longer rope and started wrapping the rope around my wrists so that I was completely immobilized and continued to wrap the rope around my torso and the chair, weaving it around my tits and back around the chair. It was tight and I found myself unable to move at all. When he was done, he positioned himself in front of me and slowly unzipped his pants, exposing his very large and very swollen member. He grabbed the back of my head and forcefully jammed his cock into my mouth. I almost gagged. It was huge and completely filled my mouth. I couldn’t speak. He slowly and rhythmically started moving his hips, thrusting his man meat into my mouth. As he let go of the back of my head with one hand, he reached down and started to pinch my nipples very hard. I felt a tingle go from the nipple he was pinching directly into my groin. I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and as I was catching my breath I stared at the purple-red head of his magnificent rod glistening with my saliva. I so wanted it back in my mouth. I love having my mouth violated.
I looked up into Mario’s face and saw him looking with distaste at my ankles. I looked down to where he was focused and noticed with dismay what he was looking at. In my excitement, I had forgotten about my heels and let them touch the ground… A ball of fear started to form in the pit of my stomach as I remembered the riding crop that had so erotically caressed the inside of my thigh only moments before. I could see anger forming on his face as he strutted around behind me to very roughly untie me. “Stand UP” he barked at me when I was untied. He grabbed the tall stool by the bar and threw me over it face first. “Spread your legs so I can clearly see your rosebud while I do this!” he commanded as he grabbed the riding crop…
Just then, I heard the key in the door…
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~ by tsdee on January 27, 2010.
Posted in I Am A Sub
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The next best thing to actually seeing Dee in her magnificent presence, is immersing yourself into her scintillating blogs. There’s enough lusty material in one blog to feed and satisfy one’s erotic thirst and hunger. But just for a little while. I yearn for more..Fittingly, each one ends with a “fill in the blank” or “to be continued cliffhanger”. I love the tease…and can’t wait for more!