Aother Story

All Tied Up

Another Story: This is actually the result of back and forth e-mails between Sunny and myself over several days. She would e-mail me with a portion of the story and then I would come back with my side plus some additional movement along the story line. We kept this up for quite some time. Now, I have added an “S” for Sunny’s side ;-) and an “A” for my side. I hope this will keep down some of the confusion (and keep something else up!)

S Ashley looked at me sternly. Even though she is the shorter, she knows that when she wants to be dominant, I will cave in without a fight. My selection for panties did not suit her. I trembled just slightly as she stated just how I was to dress. What did she have in mind? She certainly wasn't giving me any hint. In her black, she always is stunning. As we stand there, still in our dainties, I can't help but admire her. Her lace briefs and matching bra. I step towards her but am greeted not by a kiss but by a cold had on my chest. It seems the night is not for me to decide.

A Tonight I am feeling dominant. That last, luscious evening with Sunny has left me on heights never imagined, but definitely wanting to reverse things a little. I think I will take over on this one. I slip out of my dress and lay it on a chair. Then I walk into the bedroom dressed only in my lingerie...a lovely pair of lacey, high-cut briefs and a matching bra. Instead of bustier, I have on a garter-belt to hold up my black hose. I am still wearing my high heels. Gives me a little height, the better to take over Sunny's evening!

She is standing there in her white panties and bra, so desirable I think, but I must not let her know...not yet at least. I can see the bulge in her panties as she anticipates the evening to come. Well! Let's give her pause. As I enter the room Sunny comes towards me obviously thinking her selection of lingerie will please me. Of course it does, but I won't let her know. I frown sternly and push her back. She looks astonished, then crest-fallen. I can see her thoughts, "What have I done wrong?"

"No, Sunny," I say firmly, "White is just not you any longer. Having lost your virginity, I want to see you in red to reflect your new status. Now, take off your bra and panties. I left something for you in the closet."

I fix her with a stare and she looks down. Slowly she undoes her bra and slips out of it. She goes to turn away from me before slipping her panties down. I reach over and give her a quick spank, "No, Sunny, you must face me!" I tell her. She turns back and slides her white panties down, letting them drop to the floor. Despite her submissive demeanor, she is still so sensuous and graceful as she steps back from the panties on the floor. I cannot hide my pleasure entirely, but still I keep ad down, I gave her a deep kiss and made sure she knew how hot I was. Then I turned, feeling the sweet kiss of new satin on my body, and started for the bed. That's when Ashley jarred me out of my fantasy……

A Well, Sunny has a surprise for me tonight. Although she is trying to hide it from me, I cannot help but notice she has shaved herself. Secretly, I have to admit it looks wonderful and intensifies my desire for her. I want to know what shaven loins feel like. But, I will not yet reveal my longing for her. I can also see tonight may be a bit of a test of wills. Although she is submitting well enough, I still sense some rebellion.

I enjoy the view as Sunny slips into the lingerie I bought for her. With her blond hair, the red panties, bra and accessories make her look stunning and just ever so slightly tarty. A tart I want to eat! Once dressed, she approaches me boldly and takes my cock in her hands through the fabric of my panties. I can't stop my reaction as her strong hands gently massage and excite me. She then leans down and gives me one of those deep, delicious, last forever kisses. I almost cave in and let myself become submissive. The passion moving through me does nearly overcome my decision to be in charge tonight. As she withdraws, she turns and begins to move towards the bed. Now, I must take back control.

Abruptly I reach out and grab her arm with my hand, pulling as hard as I can and spinning her back around to face me. The surprise in her eyes is a delight! I have really caught her off guard. "Going somewhere?" I purr menacingly. I still have her wrist in my hand. Her confusion is obvious and before she can recover her composure, I give her another pull that spins her slightly again placing her between me and the bureau, her back again to me. I drop her wrist, and quickly reach down and between her legs, cupping her cock in my hand. I give a firm squeeze as she stiffens. In the mirror I see her eyes wide open. I give her a little shove towards the bureau and tell her to open the top left drawer. As she opens the drawer her eyes open even wider as she sees the handcuffs laying within.

"Take them out, Sunny." I tell her sternly. Her hands trembling, she pulls the shiny cuffs out and turns to look at me helplessly. I smile again and murmur, "Accessories are so important, don't you think? Why don't you let me help you put those on." She steps hesitantly towards me and hands me the cuffs. I take her right wrist and slip on one of the cuffs. I instruct her to turn around and place her hands behind her so I can fasten the other cuff about her left wrist. "Now, you can go to the bed," I tell her, "but I want you kneeling on the floor, your torso on the bed."

Meekly she goes over and positions herself for me. I walk over and sit down beside her. I casually cross my legs and idly run my fingers up and down her back. Occasionally I let them drift down to her cheeks, so deliciously enveloped in red satin. It really does feel so lovely to caress her in this way. I can just sense her heart beating hard in anticipation of what must be coming. Suddenly, I give her a quick little smack on her butt. She starts a bit and I ask her who is in charge. "You, mistress." She responds. I smile, "Damn right, dear. Now submit."

S Well, I tried. I boldly kissed Ashley were no person has gone before. (To paraphrase the Startrek opening line.) In that I gave her a deep wet kiss and tried to turn her intentions into my intentions. I would enjoy making love to Ashley whether she is submissive or I am the center of her intentions when she is dominant. Lightly stroking her cock through her panties I savored her eager response to our kiss. As it was, I was tingling all over with the pleasure of her lingerie present. In reality, I was lost; I didn't know what I wanted, only that I wanted her. I wanted the kiss of our bodies as we pressed the satin of our lingerie together. I wanted to feel her small hard nipple in my mouth as I gently bit at it and rolled it with my tongue. I wanted to suck her hard cock, take it as far down my throat as it would go and relish the taste of her cum upon my tongue when she exploded. Ashley had other ideas as I soon found out.

I reached back as I started to move towards the bed and expected to feel her hand upon mine. Instead I am spun around by my arm to face her. The look of intent upon Ashley's face was at first frightening. With a low-throated growl like a tigress, she says, "Going somewhere?" Just as suddenly, I am facing the bureau. I am always surprised at how strong she can be. My fright turns to a moment of panic when Ashley grabs my crotch and squeezes. My whole body goes taught like a bowstring and I involuntarily rise to the tips of my toes. Then I see the confidence in her face reflected in the mirror and clearly know where this evening is headed. My panic subsides and my erection grows in anticipation of the pleasures of the night ahead.

But, the emotions are a rollercoaster. Ashley, the dominatrix, tells me to open a bureau drawer. Inside I am surprised to see a pair of handcuffs on top of some other sex toys. Now she demands I take the pair of handcuffs out of the bureau drawer indicated. I freeze up at these unexpected commands. Shaken, I take the handcuffs out. She changes to the tigress again and comments about the importance of accessories and lures me to her with her voice and gesture. As I hold the handcuffs out, she clips one about my wrist, turns me around and secures the other wrist, both hands now behind my back. Emotionally I am twisting in the wind of her every look and gesture. I want to take Ashley in my arms, but I am frozen by my restraints. Instead, restrained, I am ready to kneel at her feet. She directs me to the bed where I am to kneel with my upper body lying on the bed. Ashley then sits next to me and runs hands and fingers up and down my back. Now she is the lover, all warm and caresses. Her hands are relaxing me and I would love to respond in turn. With a heavy sigh I rest my weight completely on the bed. Another drop on the rollercoaster as Ashley smacks my cheeks hard enough to sting. The sting diminishes to the tingle of pleasure from the pit of my stomach to the tip of my cock. When she asks who is in charge, my meek response is "Ashley, Mistress". Any challenges to her authority fade to distant memories.

We have played as dominant and submissive with our love making in the past. Always there was an unspoken limit to what we would do to each other. This evening I sensed was going to be different. I was going to truly be submissive to my mistress. My pleasure was only going to come in small increments as rewards for pleasing her. Her pleasure was going to be as often and as frequent as she pleased. One side of me was fearful. Could I do what was going to be required of me? The other side of me was intrigued. What new hedonistic pleasures would we explore and where would they untimely lead. And so, as I lay bent over and on the bed, I watched with conflicting emotions as Ashley stood up and took new toys from the top left drawer and arranged them on the bed. How was she going to use that dildo and was that really a leather hood? Were these just to shock me or was she really going to use them and the other toys she was taking out of the drawer?

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