Sunny's Story

All Tied Up

Tell me, Ashley, what do you fantasize about? I would love to have someone dress me up in panties, stockings and a corset (one that would cinch very tight). Then tie me to the bed and have their way with me. I am very submissive that way.

Ashley, would not like me in her lingerie drawer, but she has such beautiful things. As I hold up a pair of her lace panties in one hand and a thong in the other I can just imagine how soft and sleek they will appear when she is wearing them. Black stockings and a garter, I just tingle at the though of being able to run my hands lightly over her smooth legs and lovely satin covered cheeks. A camisole that will fit snugly across her breasts, sneaking a peek of nipple through the fabric.

Yet so engrossed am I that I don't even hear her come in. I'm engulfed for a moment with panic as I hear her voice behind me. Still tense, I know I have been naughty and know I will have to pay.

There she stands above me now, lovely in all black. I drop my eyes, looking finally at her feet. I blush deeply as she makes me first stand and then strip in front of her. With only my panties on, I am embarrassed and self-conscious. I know she can see nothing for that is both my mental and physical state as I await my punishment and her pleasure.

I must dress for her pleasure. First a corset. She pulls the laces very tight. I must let all my breath out and then can barely breathe when she is done. The corset feels so firm around me. Just to let me know who is in charge, she gives me a firm slap on the butt. I wince and try not to let her hear my whimper. Next I must put on the stockings. White like the corset, I must admit they look good against my olive skin. As I attach the garters to the tops of the stockings, I feel a tingle and a slight growing. Cautiously I peer up at her. She has a very contented smile. Her black panties protrude in front. She will enjoy this as much as I. I want to press close to her and run my Tongue over her taught nipples.

As I start to reach for her, She surprises me yet again. My anticipation is short lived. I must lie on the bed. As she secures me to the bed, I can not help my arousal. Meekly I must await what comes next. She looks so lovely, so self-assured. I close my eyes and hope she doesn't notice my arousal. I feel her close, standing there looking down at me ...

I shudder ever so slightly

My arms and legs are firmly secured. Pulling at the cords only seems to tighten the knots. Ashley stands above me now, so confident, so desirable. Lovely in her black lingerie, my eyes linger briefly on the front of her panties. A sigh, barely audible, escapes my lips as I see the outline of what lays under her panties. Another of those little smiles appears on her lips and in her eyes. She is so comfortable with her dominance.

I close my eyes and feel her move away and hear the chair scrape at the vanity. Struggling a bit more I realize that I am tightly bound and must submit to her desires. I feel the corset closely wrapped around my torso, shaping it to her preference. The sensations as the nylons rub between my legs and the satin cover on the bed is delicious. My panties push out and my excitement is such that I squirm uncontrollably at times.

Knowing she will not see, I watch her reflection in the vanity mirror. She touches up already perfect makeup, always the vamp. She adjusts her bustier. With realizing what she is doing, she feels the shape of her sides through the bustier. Then enjoys the feel of her stockings as she pulls them slightly higher, starting low on her legs and drawing the fabric up towards her panties with her hands. Not thinking, she brushes her cock, feeling is firmness and shape through her panties. If only I could be the one caressing her. Was that a wink I saw, she even knows my thoughts?

She gets up and walks over to the bed. Standing above me again, she teases me with just the anticipation. Ah, the temptress, she reaches down and grabs me through my panties. How can I get any harder? Having satisfied herself that I am ready, she gives me a butterfly kiss on the lips, just a taste of tongue. Her hands provide such wonderful sensations as she messages my body through its corset. Her hands move down and linger on my panties. Her caresses make my cock strain more at the white soft satin. It bounces on its own accord. She bends over and lightly kisses the tip through the cloth.

When she climbs up on the bed and straddles me, I face a moment of panic and feel myself start to shrivel. She looks directly into my eyes and tastes her lips with the tip of her tongue. Then she slides closer to my face. Her cock is within reach of my lips. I want to savor it, feel its texture in my mouth, take it as deeply as I can down my throat. But, there is also fear, I can not. I have never tasted cum. I fear how I will react.

She takes my head in both hands, her fingers in my hair and pulls my lips over her cock. I am bound, I can't roll away. I have no choice. The texture is smooth and wonderful. The taste is like strawberries. How does she do that I wonder at the unexpected pleasure? I am totally focused on trying to please her, feeling and responding to the motion of her hips as she thrusts into my eager lips. I can feel her start to get tense and try to apply pressure to the sensitive tip of her cock with my tongue. Now, I want to taste her so bad… She disappoints me. Abruptly she withdraws. I barely hear her words as I strain against the cords to keep her in my mouth. "Not yet," she says.

Up on her knees, above me, she pulls her panties up, quivering slightly with pleasure as she does. "Please," I think, but meekly stay quiet. Then she spins, with no hesitation, pulls my panties down. Trying to please her, my cock has become hard again without my realizing. She enjoys taking me in her mouth, working at me, as she gauges how close I am. As I lift, her hand goes behind me. Gently her hand brushes down the crack of my butt. I know I am ready. Yet again she abruptly pulls away.

I am suddenly very tense, not knowing what to expect.

There she sits, in her black lace panties, black bustier, garters and black hose with high heels. In her heels she is almost as tall as I am. I lay there, on my back, arms over my head, legs spread for her, not knowing what she will do next. Tied as I am, I am just a toy. I realize that I do enjoy being submissive having so long been dominant in my relationships.

Sitting next to me, she pulls up my panties. Then she strokes me lightly through them, using the soft satin to enhance her touch. When Ashley slides her hand under my cheeks, I respond by arching. Any touch of hers is now becoming pure torture. My desire is to lay with her, move with her and become one with her. I notice my sweet white nylon panties have become soiled. My corset has become a cocoon. Enclosing me for my metamorphosis into your lover. The garters and stocking drawing my legs into the Cajon, later to become wings spread wide for you. The sweetest seduction.

You seem to sense my rapture because unexpectedly you reach above me and untie my hands. Gently then my legs. At last we embrace fully. Hands and lips everywhere. Touching, tasting, feeling, teasing, loving, kissing. After what seems like an eternity yet is not, we shift to enjoy the forbidden oral pleasures. Almost mimicking each other we fondle and inflame each other through our panties. Not able to wait any longer, we take each other completely in. Climbing towards a climax, to mimic each other, the desire to cum together. The climb is wonderfully high. The release is mind-numbing electric. At last, I am able to truly taste YOU.

25 March 1999/Ashley

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