We fucked until I felt bruised last night. Eventually, I feel asleep exhausted next to your warm body. You lay awake for I had no idea how long, your arms splayed out, bound to the bedposts. Your legs were wide apart, ankles chained and bound. The melted wax on your chest hairs must have hurt as you lay helpless and I know your skin was red.
I cuddled closer and you would probably have asked me to free you, but the gag made it hard for you to do anything but utter inarticulate moans and cries. Earlier, as I slowly hurt and fucked you, I had admired the strength of your bound body. The width of your shoulders and flat, muscular belly that you possessed. I flashed back to playing volleyball on the beach with you before we retired to our Jamaican resort.
You wore a green band that indicated you could drink and eat as much as you wanted while you were here. But the truth was, I had too much fun controlling what you ate and drank to let you really enjoy the unlimited pleasures of this Jamaican resort.
At three in the morning, I woke and slowly pulled away from you. You had turned twenty-two three hours ago and it was time for your birthday present. I pulled a dark-haired sex doll out of the closet where I’d hidden it earlier and slipped it under the sheets, so that the same brunette hair I had was visible from beneath the covers. You’d see it if you looked to my side of the bed.
And you had better God damn look to my side of the bed when the time came, I thought in amusement. In the bathroom, I put on the soft yellow costume and made sure the electrical elements would flash appropriately at the right time. I pulled on the hood and adjusted it. I’d had this costume made to my specifications from a Cos Play dress maker on Etsy. Then I set up the video camera on the tallest tripod so that it peered down on you.
It was dark; the only light coming through the hotel curtains. I had attached a strobe light that would flash intermittently blinding you hopefully. I didn’t want you fully aware of what was going on. I stifled a giggle as I set the 1980s style boombox with my Pokemon music tape to begin playing loud.
Your eyes opened and you leaped as the strobe light went off and Pokemon music began to play. You tried to scream through your gag as Pikachu climbed on top and you felt a warm bottom and wet, hot labia spreading open as the yellow suited creature from hell slid onto your erect cock. The bed posts creaked as you strained against your bonds and at some point, the fuck-doll I had put under the covers was thrown off the bed.
I began to ride you in earnest, knowing I was making your fantasy of being raped by Pikachu come true. I almost forgot to slide the wan along your bottom and trigger the electrical current. You screamed through your gag as Pikachu shocked you.
Then you spasmed inside my unprotected, ovulating womb. I cried out as your body jerked upward. I think you were in shock as I slid off you and quietly left you there tied up. Later, I sneaked back in and crawled over to my side of the bed. I lay there sleeping and when morning came, I rose up and smiled.
“Hey handsome,” I said as I began to undo your bonds. I clucked to myself as I saw your bruised wrists and ankles. “Poor baby,” I said. I applied Neosporin and wrapped your wrists.
You kept staring at me. You knew it had to be me. But there was this shadow of doubt in your eyes. I’d tossed the costume, the fuck doll and other accoutrements. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I kissed you.
“I think …,” you started to say. Then you shook your head, saying, “Never mind. Did you enjoy your chance to be the dominant for once,” you asked instead?
“Fuck yes!” I said with a giggle.
“Bitch,” you said fondly. “Don’t pretend I don’t know what you did to me.”
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