As I went to the kitchen, I thought: “STUPID!!! SHE WANTED ME TO GO ALL THE WAY!!! SHE WAS PROBABLY INCITING ME!!!! But… she could’ve just been enjoying the massage… but… THAT MUCH?!?! YOU IDIOT!!!! IT WAS A SIGN AND YOU MISSED IT!!!! YOU MISSED IT!!!! NOW SHE’LL NOT WANT ANYTHING WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING COWARD!!!!”.
I brought her a glass of water and placed the sheets back over her legs. I ordered a pizza and it arrived thirty minutes later. All that while, Jenny was very quiet. I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word; I was swimming in a stew of shame, regret, anger and self disappointment.
I helped Jenny eat and even cleaned her lips with a napkin. “Would you like to watch a movie? I’ve got Netflix, Apple TV, Amazon Prime, Hulu… you name it, I got it. “Well, I’ve never seen Schindler’s List. Is it good?”, she asked. “It’s one of my favorites; let’s watch it”, I said.
Watching the movie was pretty quiet as well. At about 30 minutes in, she turned to me and said the most unexpected thing: “You forgot to tighten the straps on my straitjacket”. I was confused: “Wouldn’t you rather have a bit more movement?”, I asked her. “Well, you want to keep me safe, don’t you? I figured I’d be safer if you tightened up the jacket so I can’t move at all. After all, in my current state, I need to be tightly restrained.”, she said. “Please tighten my straitjacket. I don’t feel safe; I need you to make me feel safe and secure again. Remove all slack; I don’t want to be able to move”, she continued. I didn’t hesitate again: I took away all the slack. As I tightened the jacket back up, I heard her try to hide a moan. Oh boy…
“Thank you”,, she said softly. “You’re welcome”, I replied innocently. I was glad I didn’t listen to my libido. Still, I had my own desires, but how could I make a move at this point? I just wanted her to be okay, and was not going to let my sexual appetite turn me into a monster, or at least, I was afraid she would see me that way. Damn! Why am I such a goody two-shoes? And then, an awkward silence as the movie played.
When the movie finished, she looked at me with tears in her eyes. She was not crying, but she clearly had cried through some scenes. We talked about the movie for a while. And then… back to awkward silence.
After about two minutes, she took a deep breath and looked at me. “Hey… you’ll still do anything I ask of you, right?”, she asked. “Of course, Jenny. Anything.”, I asked. “Lie down next to me. You’re probably exhausted.”, she said. I looked at her, rather confused. “I mean, you stayed up all night and haven’t slept all day. Why don’t you at least lie down? After all, it’s your own bed”, she continued.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”, I asked. “You deserve it. The bed’s big enough for the both of us. Come on, lie down! I want you to do so”, she said. “Well, okay. If you insist…”, I said.
I laid supine down on the right side of the bed. “Something else I didn’t ask you, or at least I don’t remember asking you: What’s your name?”, she asked. “James. James Jorgensen”, I said. “Well James Jorgensen, my full name is Jennifer Chase”, she said. “Nice to meet you”, I said. She giggled.
“Hey, I’m a bit cold. Come cuddle me”, she demanded. I was already in the bed. I didn’t think about it and went to cuddle her when suddenly… “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”, she let out a blood-curling scream. I jumped off the bed, pale as a vanilla popsicle, not knowing what to do. She was turned on her side, and it seemed like she was crying. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me! I thought…”, I froze mid sentence.
She wasn’t crying; she was laughing. “I got you GOOD!”, she said while still laughing. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”, she continued while struggling a bit in her straitjacket. You tricksy little thing, you! I almost fainted! I couldn’t help but smile: Her laugh was so cute! Suddenly, she stopped laughing. “Seriously, come cuddle me. It’s okay. I won’t scream again. I may bite you though…”, she said.
I laid back down and cuddled next to her, still a bit reluctantly. I barely touched her. Kept my groin area away from her butt and barely touched canvas-wrapped arm. She took notice. “Am I not pretty enough to deserve an actual cuddle?”, she asked, hinting annoyance. “Oh, sorry”, I said. I approached her a little closer, still hesitating a little. “Seriously? You’re too nice for a guy who actually owns a straitjacket. Why do you even have it? Are you a doctor? An orderly? An escape artist, what?”, she asked.
Oh, God. I couldn’t even put the words together. “Well… I’m a… I actually… uh… I…”, I tried to start a sentence, to no avail. “Don’t overthink it, doofus! Why do you have this thing?”, she asked again, looking down at her arms and tugging them upwards. “It’s… well, you’ve probably heard about… uh… what’s the word?”, I started, stumbling as my self confidence crumbled.
And suddenly, she turned to look me straight in the eyes. Her commanding gaze let me know she was for real. She stumbled to get close to me and stared daggers at me, as her bound pussy approached my crotch almost to the point of touching it. And from her beautiful, inviting lips, she uttered two words that flew into my ears like the sweetest notes of a flute: “Kiss me”.
I wasn’t gonna let her ask again: I went all in. Our lips met with explosive desire. Her lips tasted like a miracle. She sucked on my tongue so hard it almost hurt. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth with a fiery passion. “Having fun yet?”, she asked. I didn’t even say anything; I pulled her back into our heavenly embrace and kept kissing her moist lips with desperate desire.
As we made out, she started to pull up on her restrained arms and grinding against the crotch strap. Once again, her black panties were inviting me to lose myself in a sea of pleasure. As I kept kissing Jenny, I moved my groin right onto her crotch. We synced immediately. The feeling came upon me and I had no choice but to spank her, maybe a bit too hard.
She gasped hard. Almost immediately, she let out a pleasurable moan, her lips smiling as she, without saying it, demanded that I did it again. Got the hint, and I spanked her again. This time, I kept my hands on her perfect posterior. I pulled it towards my groin, and thrusted lightly.
As I rubbed her beautiful buttocks, I got a hold of the crotch strap. With just one hand, I undid it. Nothing could stand between her black panties and whatever I wanted to do to her vagina. As I kept sharing the best kiss of my life with the temptress, my right hand went back to spanking her ass and rubbing her panties. I wanted to tease her a bit; make her twitch with anticipation. It wasn’t long before I went beyond the point of no return and stuck my fingers beneath her undergarments. Her pussy was perfectly shaven and soaking wet.
As my index and middle finger plunged in to feel her juices, she pulled away to stop kissing me. She needed a breather; it’s ok: I started kissing her neck. She moaned again, whispering a “yeah” before inhaling sharply. I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing her clit, making a circular motion as I pressed my fingers down. Oh, how she squirmed! Even though her arms were tightly confined around her, she pulled the back as if she was about to shatter her canvas prison.
With every little move, her squirming became more intense. Her moans became a louder and longer as my fingers worked on her needy cunt. What a sight she was! Her back arching with every wave of orgasmic anticipation, her closed eyes staring at the ceiling, her mouth breathing heavily trying to keep her conscious, her blond hair splashed upon the pillow… all while her exquisite frame was encased in a tight little canvas straitjacket.
I abruptly stopped. I helped her sit up. Without saying a word, I started to unbuckle her jacket while kissing her. I had forgotten the sight of her belly button, her waist, her shoulders, her hands… what color were her fingernails painted? Her bra… was she wearing one? Were her breasts bare and I forgot about them? All I knew is that I wanted to explore what that jacket was hiding from me.
Like unwrapping a birthday present, I didn’t take my time. The moment she felt her arms were no longer forced behind her back, she just pounced over me, her still confined arms pinning my arms to the mattress as she kissed me furiously as my hands went up and down her back, casually grasping her ass. Her black panties were dripping, and her crotch was grinding fiercely against my jeans.
I spanked her again. She stopped kissing me to let out a loud moan. “OH, YEAH!!! HARDER!!!”, she cried in ecstasy. I spanked her again, harder. She moaned hardly, her lips mouthing an inaudible “Oh my God”. I pushed her off for a moment. I took off my shirt and my jeans. All the while, she was staring daggers at me, rubbing her panties with her still canvas-encased right hand and biting her lip. Why was she still in wearing that jacket? She was free to slip it off; all the straps were undone… was she teasing me? Once I was naked, she just said “come and get it”, and I pounced on her.
As we made out, we rolled over and fell off the bed; I landed flat on my back. “Sorry!”, she said. “Don’t apologize”, I said as I pulled her mouth back into mine. I rolled over and pinned her to the ground. “You’re gonna regret asking for that kiss”, I said as I removed her panties and started licking her pussy.
I licked it like it was a tasty sundae, focusing on her clit and not stopping until I heard her scream. Her moans became louder. “OH FUCK!!!!! OH YEEEEEEEAH!!!”, she moaned. Her thighs squeezed my head. Her moans turned to screams as I intensified the licking. I could stay there my whole life.
“DON’T STOP!!! DON’T STOP!!!”, she screamed. And then, a silent scream. Her back arching, her head facing the window, her eyes clinched, her mouth wide open… and she exhaled. As she panted hard trying to slow her breathing down, I pulled back and went back to kissing her neck, right there on the floor. She caressed my back with her sleeveless hands.
“You know what?”, she said once she caught her breath, less than a minute later. “What?”, I asked her. Without even letting me think, she flipped me over. Now, she was on top of me as I laid supine on the floor, staring with desire at the temptress. She leaned over and slightly bit my left ear, before whispering:”You’re gonna regret untying this straitjacket”.
Still wearing the untied jacket, Jenny stripped me of my boxers. With her right hand, she grabbed my cock and started delicately kissing it. As she kissed it, she rubbed it gently. She looked at me with a smile as she kept rubbing my dick softly. It was unbelievable: Last night, she was vulnerable, afraid and defenseless. Now, she was someone else entirely: She could have her arms tied behind her back and still be in complete control. A submissive dominatrix? A dominant submissive? Whatever she is, I just know I never wanted this moment to end.
It wasn’t long until my penis was completely stiff. She went from gently rubbing it to sucking it. The moment her lips wrapped around my cock and moved down to the very base of it, it was like dying and waking up in Heaven. Her lips completely moist, her right hand fondling my ballsack through an enclosed canvas sleeve… Before I knew it, I was the one moaning now.
She kept giving me the best blowjob ever. She seemed determined to make me jizz in her mouth. She tightened her lips as they reached the tip, and would loosen up again when going down. I grabbed her head and pushed it downwards on each thrust. The pleasure had me on the verge of an orgasm… and then, she stopped.
She crawled up my legs on her knees and lifted her crotch up. She grabbed my cock and let her wet pussy just encompass it as she sat back down. And finally, she removed the unbuckled straitjacket, grinning at me. What a minx! She used the jacket to tease me! Her pink bra was the last barrier between me and her full nudity. The payoff: Medium sized nipples that fitted beautifully her firm, slightly tanned C cups.
She took my hands and put them over her breasts. And then, she started humping. Up and down she drove my dick into her exquisite pussy as I thrusted upwards in perfect sync and squeezed her bare breasts with desperate desire. She used her left hand to grasp her hair as her moans started to become screams. “OHHHHH YEAAAAAH!!!!!”, she screamed. I lowered my hands to feel her bare waist and her nude ass. I spanked her with both hands, which prompted her to become even hornier and speed up.
“YOU LIKE THAT?!?!?!”, I screamed. “I LOVE IT!!! SPANK ME HARDER!!!!”, she yelled back. I had spanked her so many times my hand was starting to slightly sting. She wouldn’t slow down, tossing her head backwards and making a mess out of her hair as she swung her head left and right. She started to scream with each thrust, and I couldn’t help but growl like I was transforming into a werewolf. Three years caught in Dry Spell Hell faded away as a tornado of lust rampaged in my bedroom.
And then, the crescendo of pleasure was topped by the near-ticklish sensation of orgasmic release. We both got to the promised land. She let out one last scream and let herself splat over me, panting heavily. She started softly kissing my cheeks and my neck as I tried to bring air back into my lungs. Then she just laid down beside me and caressed my chest with the tip of her fingernails as she looked at me. “Anything else you need?”, I said still trying to catch my breath. Her face turned into a smile and quickly dissolved into laughter. I couldn’t help but laugh along and move my face closer to hers and giving the temptress a little kiss.
After a while, we sat back up. Our breath back to normal, our clothes all over the room, the straitjacket splayed by a corner of the room, the floor covered in sweat. “How about some coffee?”, I asked her. “Yeah, I’d like that”, she said.
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