Stacy had won a bet and the result was myself tied to a chair, groaning from being denied an orgasm at the last moment while Stacy, in sexy lingerie smirked at me and the girl, Stacy's slave, watched from the bed naked.
Stacy went over to her toy box, and came back with a thick opaque scarf. I watched, knowing, as she walked back, then walked around me and out of my vision. Then the scarf descended onto my eyes and I was blind folded. Her fingers fished into my mouth and pulled out the soaked panties. "Boy," she said, "no speaking at all without permission." She waited a bit and then, her mouth right next to my ear suddenly, hot breath on me, "except my safe word of course." Then she nipped my ear lightly and I felt her move away.
"Pet," Stacy said, "help me."
I almost yelped as the chair I was on suddenly, and slowly, fell backwards as they lowered me to the floor then they shifted me around. I knew that this chair was perfect for this, I had done it to both of them, the way the back was shaped left a nice indentation for hands tied behind it that kept them from being crushed (though slightly squished). My penis was softening at this point and I felt hard little toes sliding up and down it followed by Stacy saying, "good boy, get nice and soft again so we can tease you again." Then the sound of the bed squeaking slightly and suddenly there was a toe in my mouth.
Stacy LOVED having her toes sucked. It did nothing for me, sucking on toes or having mine sucked. I often sucked on her toes as foreplay though and sometimes made her suck on mine as a dominant act. I knew what she liked and just tried not to think about how clean her feet might be. Normally I'd make her wash them first and I admit I felt more humiliated by this than anything else so far. It didn't turn me on really, but it made me feel complacent and I heard her moan in pleasure.
"girl," Stacy said, "there, yes." Stacy moaned louder and I could hear another sucking sound. Perhaps the girl was on the other foot or Stacy's breasts. Then the soft schlicking sound of a pussy being rubbed.
This went on for a bit, Stacy slowly offering me one toe after another then sliding back around. Then abruptly the toe was gone and I felt her moving above me and the sliding down to kneel over my face. I could smell her pussy and I felt the blood heading back to my cock.
"You know what to do boy," Stacy said and then her pussy was on my mouth. I did know what to do, though the tied down angle made it hard to do much more than lick whichever part she happened to place. She was incredibly wet and I went at her clit for all I could. I tried to put the same effort into it that she always put into pleasuring me. She would shift a bit so that my tongue would only be able to reach her labia or to where I could slide it inside her. More than once she moved so that I had no choice but to lick her asshole.
The whole time she was above me and moaning, being careful to give me air to breathe, until after a few moments she said, "I think you need some attention." I felt her mouth on my cock and it was wonderful. But as she slid her mouth all the way down, she also lowered herself, crushing her clit into my mouth, her asshole onto my nose and blocking off all my air.
I panicked for a moment, but remembered to lick and she only let this go on for 15 or 20 seconds before lifting up again. She lifted just high enough to let me breathe and keep her clit firmly on my tongue, BUT as she lifted off, she took her mouth off of my cock. Then again, her pussy and ass descending onto my face, cutting off my oxygen while she wrapped her lips around my shaft and began to quickly slide her lips up and down, squeezing tight.
When she lifted again, removing her mouth from my cock, I was groaning in frustration while taking a big gasp of air.
This went on and on. Pleasure to me while showing me she controlled my ability to breathe. My tongue trying to please her without having the control I was used too. Finally, as she lowered herself again, I felt her body begin to shake and rumble with orgasm. She kept her mouth on my cock as she did, though she lost the self control to continue giving me pleasure. It was the longest she kept me from breathing, but still not really pushing it to what I would call real asphyxiation play. When she was finished she lifted off me again, I could feel her juices all over my face as she climbed up.
"pet" Stacy said, her voice still shaky, "clean his face." I couldn't see, but I felt and heard her moving next to me and then the feeling of a tongue sliding over my face and kisses on my mouth. Yuck, but I was helpless to stop it.
Then the girl moved away and in a moment I heard them both grunting as they lifted my chair back into a sitting position. Then I felt a face forcefully pushed against my cock and a mouth, not as talented as Stacy's, begin to lick and suck on me. She must have pushed the girl to pleasure me. I felt to hands, but naked shoulders on the insides of my legs and thought that the girl must have her hands tied behind her back.
Stripper music came on after a moment. Some dirty pop song and I heard Stacy humming along. I felt finger nails press to my stomach and slide, scratching but not hurting, up my chest as the girl continued to quietly lick my cock. Stacy's finger nails slowly moved around me, she must have been circling the chair, letting her nails from from my chest down my upper arm, over the bonds behind me and up the other arm before sliding over my chest and then towards my pubic region where the girls mouth worked. It was very sexy and continued through one full song. I was as hard as a rock and the girl was licking my cock like a pop sickle. As the first song wound down Stacy asked, "is he totally hard."
the girls mouth moved off of me to say "yes mistress" and then I heard the girl gasp as her presence disappeared from my legs. Then there was warm flesh on my leg, someone, Stacy, straddling me, her pussy hot and wet on my leg, her thigh sliding against my balls and erection. She began to slide around, grinding me and then slowly lifting the leg between mine to straddle me and giving me a lap dance.
Lap dances are an incredible tease. Nude ones even more so. All that soft flesh sliding over your cock, tantalizing you. Feeling the brush of the soaking pussy sliding over you. And she drew it out for I don't know how many songs. Sometimes facing me, sometimes climbing off and facing away. Always sliding up and down my length, sometimes letting my dick just start to push inside her pussy, or letting the head of my cock feel the resistance of her asshole. Her breasts on my face, sometimes pushing a nipple into my mouth to taste. Never letting my cock fully enter her or keep up enough of a pace to get me off.
I moaned and groaned and made pathetic whining noises. She just laughed and sometimes kissed me or licked my neck or ear.
Finally she really decided to let me have it. Straddling me, facing me, she positioned herself so that her clit could slide up and down the underside of my cock. She was soaked and the sensation was amazing. Just feeling her above me, moaning as her wet pussy slid up and down my length until finally, she positioned herself and slowly slid me inside her. She didn't need her hands, just shifted her hips and I felt myself enter her.
She began to fuck me in earnest and from her breathing I knew she had gotten herself close grinding on me. She was making loud panting sounds and I felt myself getting close and groaned. Then she said, "boy, fuck, if you fucking . . . cum then I swear you will spend oh fuck oh fuck, the night in a pair of panties cleaning my" and she didn't finish. She came and it took everything, every horrible image I could muster, to keep myself from doing the same.
I moaned as she climbed off me, my cock aching it was so hard. "Good boy," Stacy said, "girl, clean him off." I felt the girls body, awkwardly as her hands must have been behind her, move into position and she started to lick and suck on me. "Careful," Stacy said, "nothing that would make him cum."
The girl worked me, carefully, not really pushing me and the need to orgasm subsided into disappointed pleasure at the feel of her mouth. I heard the bathroom door and the toiler and was relieved to know we weren't going to have another peeing incident.
I heard Stacy come back in and she said, "I need a break, but the boy still owes me hours of service, pet has he ever gotten you off with his mouth."
We both knew the answer. The girl was heavily into orgasm denial and the idea of being so below me, her Mistresses Master, that my putting effort into getting her off myself was beneath me. I knew that even Stacy using her own mouth and fingers to make the girl cum was a special treat.
the girl gasped and moaned on my cock, rocking forward slightly like, well I was guessing that Stacy was touching her in some way. the girl gasped "no mistress, Sir . . . I mean your boy has pleasured me with his mouth before but never an orgasm."
"Hmmm" Stacy said, "and when was your last orgasm pet. Remind me." Stacy's voice had a teasing edge to it and I felt the girl shuddering against me, I had to hand it to the girl though or Stacy's training, she was clearly feeling pleasure but her mouth kept slowly working on my cock, keeping me painfully hard.
"Wa . . . one week and two days mistress," the girl said pausing from my cock, "the day you made me wear the red butt plug and then fingered me on the bus after class. Thank you Mistress."
"Yes," Stacy said and I felt the girl moving away from my dick again. "Well, really I should make you wait longer, you haven't earned it."
"Yes Mistresses," the girl said, her voice sounded pathetic, but there was an edge to arousal to it. I wasn't sure if it was the idea that she would have to wait longer to cum or that it was clearly Stacy was going to allow it.
"But," Stacy continued, "it is such a special occasion and you've been a good helper. Help me lower him again."
Then I was slowly falling backwards again.
"The boy is going to give you an orgasm with his mouth pet," Stacy said.
"Thank you Mistress," the girl said.
Then the floor boards were creaking around my head and I felt a wet pussy, so different feeling and smelling from Stacy's, sliding onto my mouth. I felt a lot of strain in the motion and didn't feel her using her hands for leverage, so Stacy had not untied her, but the girl was able to hold her balance over me and I dutifully began to lick.
"Of course," Stacy said, "instead of the normal two weeks, since I don't want to spoil you. You are going to have to wait three weeks for your next one."
"Yes Mistress," the girl moaned somewhere above me, muted by her legs on my ears.
I licked her clit experimentally, I didn't know her the way I knew Stacy, but she started to grind herself on my tongue and I went to it. I knew it took more to make her cum than Stacy as well.
Then I felt Stacy at my legs, a hand stroking my still hard dick and quickly bringing me back up to a level of painful hardness. She relaxed the pressure though, not wanting to push me. Then I felt the cold wet gloop on my asshole and her finger pushing in. I won't say it felt good, because it didn't. It didn't really feel bad either. But there was a sensual pleasure to it all, being unable to stop her, of being unable to do anything but give and feel pleasure. She squirted some of the lube onto my cock and began to mix fingering my ass with jacking me off.
I had been so close so many times and it wasn't long before I was making unhappy noises around the girls clit, wondering if Stacy was going to force me to cum against orders. But then the hand on my cock stumped pumping, moments before I would have sprayed my load onto the girls face. The jacking hand went to my balls, tracing a finger tip lightly over them while the other finger stayed my ass, sliding in and out, not too deeply.
I kept licking the girl, but I knew she was very slow to get off. I ignored the ache in my jaw, distracted by the ache in my cock. I felt my dick beginning to shrink after a bit and Stacy noticed it and began to slide her lubed hand up and down my cock again. Slowly building in crescendo again until I was so close. I whined again in warning and again she stop.
This went on and on. I have no idea how long. My world was the feeling of a clit on my tongue and lips, the violated sensation of a wet finger in my ass, the pleasure and denial, the pleasure and denial. It got to a point where Stacy would barely have to stroke me before I was about to cum again.
The girl was slowly building up herself over this, clearly turned on by it all and suddenly, Stacy didn't stop. I started making panicked noises, but she just kept stroking me and stroking me until suddenly I heard the girl gasp and felt her weight shifting forward and her mouth was on the tip of my cock and I was cumming and the girl made a squeeling sound. Stacy and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto my cock.
Well I came. Maybe harder than I have ever cum in my life and I heard the girl gasp. I was in too much pleasure to worry about it. The finger slid from my ass and Stacy said "don't move pet, don't pleasure him either, just hold him in your mouth." I hoped Stacy had used a lube for my cock that didn't taste disgusting, but I recovered myself enough to keep licking the girls pussy. I had broken a rule and began to worry how Stacy might punish me.
The floor board creaked around my head and I felt a presence sliding behind the girl and then felt something rubbery bump my nose, cloth straps pressing into my forehead and the girl squealed in pleasure as Stacy sank the strap on in to the hilt.
This was not a new set of circumstances for us. A slave on the ground licking pussy while that pussy was fucked. I had just never been on this end of the equation and I found it both incredibly sexy and incredibly uncomfortable. I have a new respect for being the bottom slave and tried to remember it in the future.
I licked the girls pussy for all I was worth and Stacy pounded away and after what felt like a claustrophobic eternity, heard the girl begging for permission to cum while still holding my dick in her mouth, which Stacy gave. She bucked and shuddered above me panting "thank you mistress, thank you mistress, over and over."
They took a few moments to disentangle themselves, the girl hampered by her tied arms. Then I was being lifted back into a sitting position. It only occurred to me then that Stacy must have been untieing and retieing the girls hands each time.
"Naughty boy came," Stacy said and I started to open my mouth but felt a ball gag going in. I made a sound of protest but it locked around the back of my head and then the blind fold came off. I saw Stacy standing there still wearing her strap on and holding a tube of lube. "Naughty boy needs to be punished," Stacy said. She put the lube on the desk and then untied the spreader bar from the chair and started trying to lift my legs up. I struggled and tried to give her the death eye, but she ended up using rope under my knees and around the back of the chair to lift my legs up close to my chest.
I tried to make warning sounds through the gag. This was against the rules and she knew it, a finger was one thing, but a strap on. She took a step closer, smearing lube all over the strap on.
"I've wanted to do this for so long . . . "
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qknga/tied_to_a_chair_and_teased_part_2_fmf_true_bondage
Hot, but I’m afraid you’re going to regret the bet (or not, it’s up on your tastes ;)