I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again – nerds fuck.
I don’t know why the idea of the sexless nerd still exists. Because every now and then I find someone like Miss E (name changed for privacy), who wrote this on a profile about herself:
The way I have decided to live my life is similar to the Harry Potter world. The wizarding world knows about the muggle world but only a few muggles know about the wizarding world. So Miss E is part of the wizarding world. If we meet in the muggle world, refer to me as E (I can explain it is a special nicknames for special friends) but don’t out me as a witch.
I sent her a quick message – “I love the Muggle Clause. Which makes me have to ask – which house?”
Now, she knew on her profile there were some amazing pics of her tits and dick-sucking lips, along with a fun list of kinks that she likes to do. Instead I opened with Hogwarts.
“Haha it’s my favorite thing – my friend came up with it! :) Ravenclaw,” Miss E wrote.
“I’m a Slytherin, by the way,” I said. “I feel like there was a lot of inter-house fucking between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff are too much House Hippie and Gryffeindor is House Jock.
“I could see an enterprising perv from Slytherin trying to convince a Ravenclaw to fuck in the name of science. And the Ravenclaw seeing right through the deception, but letting it happen, because hey, sex! And then also, science.”
“Haha I mean, I feel like that’s a pretty accurate analysis. Like dead on,” she said.
“So I have this science project…,” I said.
“Haha science project huh? Pray tell.”
At this point, I wanted to go into elaborate detail of how I wanted to tie her up, using a vibrator on her clit, slap her face, pull her hair and cum on her tits. But I didn’t want to scare her away, just in case. She mentioned being a newbie.
“I regret nothing in that pick-up. And now, to quickly make up a science project…” I said.
“I mean, essentially, the conversation is to gauge chemistry, which is technically a science project ?,” She said. “That’s the problem with Slytherin Doms – they don’t think things through ?”
Now, I could have argued this point. Let’s be real, Slytherins are obsessive planners, setting up long-term plays and manipulating people. She just didn’t know I was already manipulating her for my fun.
“Actually, I do need “brat” types to test out a spreader bar I’ve been working on called Mr. Scarecrow,” I said.
“Mr. Scarecrow? What a title. What makes it special?”
Now, Mr. Scarecrow is my favorite bondage toy, because in it’s current form it’s inescapable, forcing my victims to give up trying to use their hands and arms. And it’s also fairly safe, with quick-release locks hidden in the cuffs. It’s perfect for breaking down sassy brats like Miss E.
I explained it to her, and noted that the latest cuff design still needed some work on it to make sure it was inescapable. She really liked the idea. We talked about my trip to her city, and vague plans were made.
A wrinkle was added to the plan later when I decided that another fucktoy was going to be staying in my room for the weekend. She’s featured in one of my previous stories, and I was really excited to spend time with her again. Said fucktoy was playing around with being a Switch, and had shown some bisexual desires lately. Miss E was herself heteroflexible, and liked the idea of two people domming her for a night.
We met up the night before during a big group dinner, and chatted a bit. The chemistry was there between the three of us, and I spent most of the next day giddy about how I was going to put this sassy little brat in her place.
That night, I had put in my demands as to what I wanted her to wear – a cute little black lace number that forced her tits to spill out the top.
I got out Mr. Scarecrow, and we immediately spotted a problem.
Miss E was incredible tiny – she said she was 4’11, but I’d almost guess she was 4’10. And her arms were unable to stretch from end-to-end of the full frame of Mr. Scarecrow. So I had to switch to Mr. Scarecrow Junior – the 2-foot long version I gave up on when I realized a sub could lean her head over and bite open the cuffs.
And immediately, she started to struggle. Part of me was incredibly annoyed. Another part of me was very, very excited. It was time to put this little brat in her place.
I called over my Switch immediately and had her help me pin her down. As soon as one wrist was locked in, she started clawing at it. She caught my Switch by her hair, which earned Miss E a couple slaps from me. Prying her hand off of my Switch, Miss E turned on me as her new target, digging her fingernails into the back of my hand. I had my Switch fetch me a sock. I pulled it over Miss E’s hand, then taped it up.
Somewhere in the struggle I ripped her cute little lingerie.
To mock her, I started pulling her tits out and sucking on her nipples. She couldn’t stop me. I let my Switch suck and fondle one tit while I played with the other.
Miss E started flailing, and I took a soft kick to the chin. It made me reel back for a second, but I let the anger flash through my eyes as I pounced on her. I held her by her neck and her throat and told my Switch where I had some rope and some extra straps. We quickly fashioned a way to lock her ankles up, then to attach the ankles to the spreader bar. Now with the pull of a rope, I could fold her tiny little body in half, leaving her pussy exposed.
She was tight. It didn’t help that I was pushing her ankles up to her ears, either. Just one of my fingers barely fit inside of her cunt, but it was enough. She started letting out moans, and I could sense her hating herself. She wanted to be purely defiate, and her wet, tight pussy was betraying her.
With Miss E’s hands and legs safely taken away from her, I invited my Switch to come over and lick her pussy for a bit.
The sass and defiance was melting away from Miss E. She kept trying to break free. When she got close to getting some of the restraints off, I’d reach down and give her clit a hard stroking. This broke her concentration, and I started to mock her for it.
My Switch went and fetched Miss E’s vibrator, and we started to use that on her pussy. I could feel her break. The lust, the desire to cum was too much. She lost all of her control and all of her fight.
We took a moment to untie Miss E, then I positioned both her and my Switch on either side of me, letting them take turns sucking my cock.
I know, it’s an incredibly cliche porno fantasy, having two women suck my cock at the same time. But it had been on my bucket list for years, and it was a perfect way to end the night. We collapsed into a pile on bed until it was finally time to take Miss E home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dex3ea/the_business_trip_night_2_mff