Chapter 1- Vivid
I shot straight up out of my sleep from a dream; no, a memory that sprang back to life. I was shaking… trembling with excitement! I could hear the throbbing sounds of two heartbeats in my whisper quiet bedroom. My heart was racing… wait a minute.. the extra beat I heard was actually my cock throbbing violently.
Fuck…. I dreampt about her again. Why the fuck does that keep happening?
I curse and crawl towards my bedroom window. The minus 20 windchill was giving a new meaning to cold sweats. Man…. that was intense. I laugh out loud as I walk to my small kitchen to get a drink. Still frazzled I spin in circles, unable to decide wheater or not to find the light switch or a clean cup on my unorganized kitchen counter.*tink* there it is, as my still steel hard dick knocks two brandy glasses into each other on my table. I need to get this woman out of my head, but no amount of liqour, cigarettes, and the finest pussy that Canada could offer me was helping. I mean, it was awesome but sometimes, I wish I could forget her. Well, i wish I could at least archive that shit deeeeeep into my spank bank, like that section of the sketchy looking local xxx store that only has 80’s german tranny dungeon porn. I dont judge.
Ok. Now, I am a rigger. By this, I mean, I bind sexy women in 50 feet of soft cotton rope and proceed to fuck thier brains out. I am respectful, I am safe, and I obey the number one rule of bondage. “Stop”. If my sub, rope muse, play partner says stop, I whip out my saftey scissors faster than wolverine himself and cut that shit off.
This sub was different. Now that I think of it, she was a true sub. She truly served me, with no reguard of her own sexual desires. Typically, when I tie someone up, I am the one pleasing the every-living fucks, shits, oh-my-gods, and you’re gunna make me cuuuuuum, out of them.
I tie them up and use what ever toy, technique and tongue movement I can to make them squirt across my bedroom. ( more on that next time)
Chapter 2 – The one
Annastasia was different. I called her Tassie, and she called me sir. It took me a veeeery long time to be ok with it. I have never felt powerful rigging someone. In a weird way, I felt like the sub who did what the lady wanted. That went on for months, but one night when it was said and done Tassie looked me squarely in the eye and told me to fuck her mouth.
My eyes shot open to the size of toonies and I spat my tea all over her freckled C cup breasts. She didnt even move or giggle. Just an almost cold and intense stare. She had never sucked me, or anyone off before. And yet, my sweet innocent tassie was asking me to do what I thought was the most disrespectful thing I could do to a woman. I did not oblige and she got dressed and left. Everytime after that when we met up, I would tie her up, get her off, then fuck her brains out. However she still had enough wits to whisper to me while cuddling, “Reg, when are you going to take my mouth? When are you going to make me yours sir?”
If dick confusion is a thing, then i had the worst case of it at that point. My member was throbbing up and down with excitement, but also trying to deflate because I was completley mortified to do what she was asking me to do.
Chapter 3- Whuskey tango foxtrot!
To be honest, porn had almost ruined bondage for me, and it most definatly ruined blowjobs for me. One of my exes asked me to do the same thing and put on a few videos of what she wanted done. Everytime the girl gaged, I gagged too. No fucking way I would do that to someone I had feelings for. She deepthroated me. Yes it felt good. Yes I busted nut deep inside of her mouth. Yes it was awesome. But how the fuck do you expect me to ram my cock into your throat like I would your sweet sugar walls? Fuck that. I’m out.
An emtional Tassie showed up at my door with her ipad one night, out of the blue. I open the door to give her a hug and she launched the over priced piece of shit tablet right at my head. It got me good and I still have a scar above my left eyebrow. Before I could begin to voice my rage she held her soft, perfectly manicured hand up and said, “You are the sweetest, most caring, attentive, and devoted dom I know. I have never for once felt like I am forced to do anything with you. You take controll over me and have driven me to heights of extasy that I had no idea was possible. I want to return the favor.”
You should have seen the look on my fucking face guys….
“You just gave me a concussion with your ipad….”
” I know. Just, watch the videos, you pussy.! Call me when you grow a pair” And she stormed off.
I was baffled and turned on. In the year that we had been playing together, I have never seen her angry. Sweet, cuddly Tassie tunred into such raging, dominat, sexy… bitch!!
Chapter 4 – mind was made up
After cleaning up and swallowing my pride, I sat down with a gin and tonic to watch what I though was porn. It was not. It was worse. A Vivid ™ guide on felatio. The fuck Tassie, why the hell would I need to learn to suck dick??? Honestly, it wasnt bad. The ladies in the videos had some good techniques and genuinely looked like they enjoyed what they were doing. Seriously. Women like giving blowjobs? What universe was this video filmed in? My experience with blowjobs made me feel like it was a chore, and that was cum was the vilest most repulsive thing in the world. These women on screen actually got wetter the deeper the cock went into thier mouthes. I sat and pondered for a long while about how I wanted to proceded. I was still not ready to do what Tassie wanted until I saw an envolpe by my door. It must have fallen out of the ipad case when she chucked it at me….whatever. I opened it up to a receipt from the sex store that was dated nine fucking months ago. Seriously? Why the fuck would she give me a receipt from that long ago? What I saw next made me almost burst from anticipation. It was a reciept for one, eight inch, cyber skin, life like cock, dildo thingie. There was also a note from Tassie that said, ” Ive been doing my homework, I’ve been practicing. Now I would like sir to give me the real thing. Xo”
Holy, fucking, shit!…. You mean to tell that she has been practacing on her own the ENTIRE TIME???
So after a couple of weeks, my balls were at capacity and I called Tassie. Blame it on the alchohol, but all I said to her was, ” be over at my place tomorrow by eight. Be ready to serve.”
All she said was,” I look forward to it….sir” and hung up the phone.
To be continued
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Part 2
Chapter five. Hulk smash
I slammed the door to my appartment and kick my shoes out of the way. I was livid. Everthing that could have gone wrong today went wrong. Tassie was coming over today. So fuck Murphy and his laws. I am certain that because I was excited to see her, he decided to fuck my day up with his ” anything that can happen, will happen” bullshit. I had just enough time to shower at the gym after my shitty day at the office, just climb into my dead car. Winter was not kind to it and the battery and radiator was fried. Two thousand dollars down the drain. My cab ride home was not any better. The cabby was yelling at someone in some foreign tongue and he completely missed my stop. I then had to walk three blocks in a fucking blizzard to get home. It was only then I realized I left the lube and condoms in the back of the same God-forsaken taxi. Yeah. Fuck you Murphy.
Chapter 6 – Tassie?
*knock knock knock* The sound stopped me from tearing off my dress shirt and hulk smashing my coffee table.
“Hi hun. You look like you had a good day.”
Tassie had let herself in. I think it was Tassie. The beauty that stood in front of me left my jaw on the floor and my manhood tenting in my pants.
“T-T-Taaassiiiie?” I asked questioningly.
She was stunning. I always thought she was hot. She was the hair-in-a-pony-tail, metal band t-shirt wearing kind of girl. She always wore jeans, or tights, and a men’s plad shirt over top. Her headphones always seem to fit over her black beenie and a wool scarf was always drapped nicely over her army jacket. I had always teased her about her garb. I don’t think she knew the kind of body she had. And if she did, she would dress less like a hipster mechanic and wear something girly. Teasing her was faaaaar from my mind at this point. Standing in front of me, passing through and closing my door was a strawberry haired beauty. Pin straight hair tucked to one side with a pearl hair pin created bangs that framed her oval face. Her make-up was the stuff you saw in magazines. Rose colored lipstick highlighted her beauty mark just above her upper lip, lenthy eyelashes and dark browny-gold eyeshaddow made her green eyes feel like spring had come after a long winter.
“Do you like my out fit?” She blushed.
She nervously ran her hair behind her ear. All of her manly industrial looking peircings were replaced with ivory white pearls that matched her hair piece.
” Holy shit girl!!! How did you….where did you get these clothes????
Do I like it??? Fuck yes? WOW! Whats the occasion?”
” well, everytime I see you, you are always in a suit from work. I thought I’d dress up for once.”
Dude…if you saw her, had you seen my face, one would not have to ask if I liked her outfit.
Tan, full length thrench coat. Army style. Sexy as fuck. It fell to the floor to reveal a black U shapped tight fitting green dress. I have to say, in a non perverted way, it really framed her cheast well. Under her bust was a jeweled band that spiraled down to hug her waist. This made her hips look even plumper. The dress flare started high enough to frame the top of her ass, but dropped low enough as to not give away how juicy it was. The skirt was pleated and stopped just above the knee. It left enough space for me to see her black stockings, which transitioned nicely into black knee high boots. She looked like a real lady. Honestly. I was so happy that my friend had come out of her shell, but the teenage boy in me still came in his pants.
Chapter 7 – sir is here
I bent over to pick up her coat and she waved me off.
“Leave it.” She said and walked towards me. We embraced for what seemed to be an eternity. My hands around her waist, her arms around my neck while she was on her tip-toes. I whispered in her ear, ” you look fucking amazing Tassie!”
She pulled back and our eyes locked.
Que the slow motion kiss. The sounds of the city dimmed, I heard our heartbeats, I smelt her perfume as our lips parted and met. Orange jolly rancher. She loved those. That was all I tasted. I felt light headed as our tounges circled. My breathing slowed as she let out a coo and sucked back on my bottom lip.
She pulled away and Said, ” ready when you are sir”,and walked down the hall.
She was in charcater now. She always wanted to get right to it. I met her in my spare room. All black , red trimmed furnature and a fireplace. Large area rug, huge framed bondage art pitures. Enough rope and sex toys, all bought for her, to mak her cum for hours. Nothing out of the ordinary. “Unzip me?”
She lifted her hair to reavail her strong, muscular but supple back through the sheer part of her dress. I did as i was asked. Unzipping and slidding the dress over her wiggling hips. Her lengerie was fucking glorious. White bustier basinette bra. See-through, excpet for where it counted with a flowery pattern. White on white patterns make me precum. This was paired with a white thong. Almost brazillian style. Once again, clear, except for where it counted and patterend over top. I was pulsing now. She stepped out of her dress and spun around for me. She smiled right at me and asked me to help her out of her boots. Did I mention that her stockings were thigh high and lacy on the top? She layed seductivly on the bed and put her leg on my cheast. I unzipped her boots and slipped them off. Come hither she beaconed and I climbed beside her. With her face in my hand i kissed her again. Softly, and passionately. She began to gently rub her hands over the seat of my pants. She giggled. Yeah. You would have to be a fucking unic to not have a raging boner at this point. She kissed ne again, knowing that when it was over, “Sir” would awaken.
Without any queues, she sat up and knelt on the bed before me. “I am ready for you sir”. She said. I smirked and walked towards the cabinet to fetch the rope and toys we would be using.
” Tonight my doll, I have an intense session for you.”
I began to lay the tools of my trade on the bed in front of her.
Fifty feet of white nylon robe. A ribbed anal plug. Benwa balls. A vibrating seat that cups the pubic mound. Oils. The lube was in the fucking taxi for fuck sakes. Finally, hot tea and ice cubes.
” Tonight, I am filling all three of you wonderful holes. You can cum as many times as you like. Dont hold back. Are you ready my dearest?” I aksed as I stroked her face with my gloved hand.
“Yes sir.” She smiled. ” I am yours for the night.”
I closed the door behind me and we began to play.