I put my boxers and my jeans back on and threw on a plain white t-shirt. Jenny, now free from her restraints, used the restroom while I went downstairs to make us some coffee. The hour was about 8:00 p.m.
As the coffee was brewing, I just kept thinking about what had just happened. I fulfilled my fantasy, recovered my self confidence and had sex with a girl that’s way out of my league, all in just the past hour or so. I was feeling really good about myself.
Then, down came Jenny. She was wearing nothing but her black panties and her pink bra. Her lips were curled into a prankster’s grin, like she knew something embarrassing about me or was thinking up a devious plan to scare me. That or she wanted me to bang her on the counter. She’s in command. She has been in command since I took her blindfold off and she knows it. Even if I tied her back up in the straitjacket, gagged her, blindfolded her and locked her in a soundproof padded room, I’d still be a slave to her will.
The coffee was ready. I got a cup for her and poured some for myself. All the while she just stared at me with that devilish grin. I had to break the spell of silence. “Ok, what’s with the grin?”, I asked her. She took a sip of coffee and put down the cup. “I know what you are. You’re just too afraid to recognize it”, she said. “And what do you think that is?”, I asked her.
“Oh no you don’t! I want to hear you say it”, she said. I just looked at her in a bit of fear. Somehow I couldn’t bring myself to tell her. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Jenny”, I said, stupidly hoping that would put an end to her inquiries.
“OH, COME ON!!! WE JUST LITERALLY HAD SEX!!! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST SAY IT!!!”, she said, laughing a little, probably in frustration. “Do I… have to draw it out of you?”, she said. While still holding the cup of coffee with both her hands, she took a sip, laid down the mug and put it down. She started walking towards me, her hips slowly swinging, highlighting her perfect figure with each step. She placed her hand on my shoulder, positioned herself behind me and rubbed my chest with both hands. “Looks like we’re gonna have to do this my way”, she said.
Then, she undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and started rubbing the bulge on my boxers. “Tell me all about it. Why do you have that straitjacket?”, she asked me. “Well, you know why”, I said. “No, no, no; I want to hear you say it”, she cooed. I don’t really know why, but I didn’t want to say it. She bit my ear and whispered: “If you say it, I’ll give you a reward”. Man, we had sex just ten minutes ago and she was starting me up like it was our first time again. I felt the bulge get larger as my dick begged for the touch of her soft hands. “I… I have a fetish”, I said.
“Very good!”, she said. She stuck her hand under my boxers and grabbed my cock. “Tell me all about your fetish; I want to know every little detail”, she said. She started slowly tugging my erect penis. “It… it all started when I was 15.”, I said. “My mom was… watching a soap opera. I walked by and saw this blonde character. She was tied up in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell”, I continued. “And that got little Jimmy quite horny, didn’t it?”, she said softly.
“… yes”, I said. “Keep going, you’re doing great!”, she said. “I instantly looked up the name of the show and the word “straitjacket” on Google. I found that very scene. It was… the first time I masturbated to a… straitjacketed… girl.”, I said, pausing with every wave of pleasure. She dropped my pants and pulled down my boxers. She picked up the pace.
“Keep talking. What happened next?”, she asked. “I… started looking for scenes with girls in straitjackets. Eventually, I started looking for porn movies with… girls in straitjackets, and that’s when… I realized that my fetish is pretty common”, I continued. She picked up the pace further.
“I had this girlfriend in high school. We were thinking about having sex, and one day, we decided to try. It was pretty good, but I wanted to try it. I wanted to… tie her up… I saw a video that said you can… use a large shirt as an impromptu straitjacket. I wanted to try it, but she freaked out at the suggestion and she broke up with me. I became embarrassed of talking about my fetish.”, I said. She slowed down.
“Oh, you poor thing!”, she said. “And what happened next?”, she asked. “Well, for many years, I just masturbated to straitjacketed girls. In real life, I just settled for normal sex. I thought I was never gonna meet a girl with a fetish like mine… until I met… Gina.”, I said.
Oh God, I brought up my ex. “Is that your ex?”, she asked. “Yeah, from three years ago”, I said. Oh boy, this conversation was about to go all the way down Awkward Avenue. “And was she… kinky too?”, she asked.
What the… ? She wasn’t even bothered at the mention of my ex. It’s like I was talking about some character in a book she’d never heard of. This is a whole new kind of awkward, and I’m not sure if I hate it. “Well… she was”, I said.
Jenny stopped. She moved in front of me. “And… what was did she like?”, she asked, looking at me with puppy eyes. She started rubbing her breasts over her pink bra, and stared deeply into my eyes as she did. “She… liked to be restrained.”, I said. “In… rope?”, she asked, as she let her left breast pop out of her bra and started playing with it. “Or… handcuffs?”, she asked, letting her other nipple out, her bra now but an accessory that could barely keep her nipples concealed.
“In a straitjacket”, I said. She removed her bra, and still playing with her breasts, she got on her knees. “So… she’s a crazy little girl, like me? Do you have a thing for girls that belong in a loony bin?”, she asked, moving her right hand over her belly button and making its way toward her panties.
Without breaking eye contact, she started sucking my johnson, slowly and gently. “I just… oh, yeah, like the sight of straitjacketed girls.”, I said. She kept sucking. “I just find it very erotic, how they’re… oh, God! How they’re… how they’re… at my mercy”, I continued. She intensified her sucking, speeding up her pace. “When I saw you, I liked your appearance and I wanted to ask you out, but I was afraid you’d freak out if you found out about my fetish”, I said. She stopped. She got up and grabbed my hands. She licked my fingers and placed my hands on her breasts. “And yet, here I am: After many hours of being straitjacketed and blindfolded. Here I am: Naked…”, she said. She took one of my hands and moved it toward her panties. I felt her vagina. “… and wet”, she whispered, giggling and biting her bottom lip as her eyes begged me to satisfy her endless needs.
I brought her closer to me as I started fingering her. I kissed her perfect breasts and licked them like I was an animal. She reignited the fire before I even got the chance to finish processing what had just happened. All of a sudden, she stopped, turned around and laid her chest over the counter.
“This ass is yours”, she said. “You can do whatever you want with it, baby”, she continued. I firstly rubbed it. Gently, nicely, like I wanted to just enjoy its texture. It was like I was seeing it for the first time ever. I was still processing what I did earlier, and seeing her bare body in nothing but her underwear, standing before me and planting dirty thoughts in my mind was like a siren song that entranced me.
I spanked her. She gasped, looking back at me. Her eyes begged me to do it again, harder. I spanked her yet again. “Is that all you got?”, she asked teasingly. I pulled down her panties and spanked her again, even harder (it even hurt my hand a little).
She looked back at me, a hint of disbelief in her eyes. It quickly faded into desire as she retorted with a: “Oh, are you… angry?”. And by all that is unholy and not caring the least if it hurt or not, I unleashed a fierce slap on her ass with both of my hands, rubbing them up and down her ass and thighs like I was trying to tear them from her body.
She moaned, clutching her hands tightly into fists as she exposed her perfect tight ass to me. I started grinding against it as my hands moved from her vagina to her flat belly, and then up to grasp her wonderful breasts. I squeezed them and rubbed them as I kept grinding against her.
At one point, I squeezed them so hard that she stood upright. Her back was met by my chest, and I quickly grasped her neck with my right forearm, not choking her but letting her know I was not gonna let go. “You filthy, naughty slut”, I said as my left hand surveyed her exquisite figure. She grasped my right arm with both of her hands as my left hand rubbed her needy cunt.
“You’ve been a bad girl”, I said. “And what are you gonna do to me, daddy?”, she asked, playfully. I licked her left cheek and kissed her neck softly as my fingers did whatever they wanted to her wet sex.
I spun her around and placed her over my right shoulder. I spanked her a couple more times as I started making my way back to the bedroom. “Are you gonna… tie me up, again?”, she asked. I rubbed her ass and spanked her again.
“It’s not for your own good, baby girl. It’s for mine!”
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