“Bitch.” I pinched a nipple gently. “This is no time to be
sleeping.”
I grinned nastily as her eyes snapped open and she struggled against
her restraints. “You Bastard!”
“Nope. They were both married when they conceived me. Try again.”
I swung as if to slap her and pulled it at the last second. I let
my fingers caress her cheek. “It’s a shame you’re a secretary. I
really would like to do something to let people see what a bitch you
are.”
She shivered and glared at me, then slumped. “Anything but that.”
I nodded. “No visible damage.” Then I settled on the bed next to
her and sighed while my hands roamed her body. “Still, it’s not like
there aren’t other things I can do.” I smirked and used both hands
to support part of my weight on her breasts. I waited until she
moaned and squirmed. “We have all weekend. And…” I pulled back,
touched a fingertip to her nose and waited until she looked at me.
“You aren’t going anywhere, are you?”
She whimpered.
I gazed at her thoughtfully. “Very artistic. But…” I grabbed
one of her nipples and squeezed it firmly, letting the pressure build
until I knew she was in pain. Then, I calmly waited until she moaned
from deep in her throat. “Much better. However…”
I studied her and sighed theatrically. “Let’s add a little
something to remind you about what happens when you’re a bad bitch.”
I selected one of my ‘tools’ and held it up so she could see it. I
laughed when her spread eagled body twisted from side to side and she
moaned with fear. “Noooo…”
I smiled. “Afraid so.” She fought me as best she could and by the
time the waist restraint was on her and secured we were both sweaty
and I had an erection.
I slid up until my dick was nestled between her breasts. I roughly
lifted her head and let her see it. “I should feed it to you.
Slowly.”
When she tried to touch me with her tongue I let go and slapped her
lightly. “No, Bitch. You get it when I say so.”
I added the head restraint as punishment. “Damnit, woman. I had
other plans for you today. But, I’m flexible. I hope you are.”
I hoisted her legs up until I could see the straps on the waist
restraint tighten.. “Not a bad view.” I slid a hand along the leg
and thigh closest to me and then without warning jammed several
fingers in her cunt. She screamed. I just kept jogging my hand in
and out, slowly covering it with her cunt juice. When I knew she was
ready to be fisted I stopped and walked away. “I gotta eat and
piss. Maybe even take a shower.”
I suddenly remembered something. I walked back and leaned over so
we could see each other’s eyes. I kissed her and pulled back
slightly before whispering… “Since you have been such a bad bitch
this morning I’m not going to put on the appliance. Whatever you do,
you’re going to have to lie there until I get back.”
Her glare was weak but I was glad to see it. It meant I wasn’t done
yet. “I thought you cared. I thought you loved me.”
I laughed. “Care? Love? I thought I made that clear when we got
married. You’re an object. A tool.”
My smile was mocking. “I don’t know where you picked up these
delusions but…” I let her hear the mocking shrug. “You’re a
woman. Must be some sort of female thing.”
I left her hanging there, sobbing.
* * *
I pissed and crapped then used the shower. While I let the water
pulse against me I let myself drift back in time, to twenty years ago
and a fateful costume party.
“This year’s theme is ‘Sexual Fetishes’.”
“So? That’s what it is every year!”
I joined in the general laughter and looked around the room. I
hadn’t known but I’d heard rumors before I let myself be talked into
joining. All I wanted was a chance to get laid with no entanglements
later. With lots of sex parties and a relaxed tone, this club had
met my needs.
“Well, we’ll try to add some variety this year. This year we’ll
randomly pair people and instead of assigning roles, we’ll let those
be assigned randomly, too. Who’s in, who’s out?””
That got silence. I thought about it. Oh, the hell with it. What
was some embarrassment if I had a lot of fun? I raised my hand and
got her attention: “Hell with it! Can’t be worse than the food!
I’m in!”
She giggled. “That’s one!”
It wasn’t long until most of the club had joined in. A few minutes
more and the selections had been made. Some of the pairs were
obvious matches, some weren’t. I’d been paired with one of the
newest members, a woman about my age. Even so, I moaned softly when
our names were read out. She wasn’t inhibited, but she did have a
reputation of being shy, and still trying to get comfortable with her
sexuality. She definitely wasn’t ‘normal’ for our club and some of
us had wondered… Then, when the roles we were assigned were listed
on the screen, I was aghast. We’d automatically moved closer
together to see the screen and I felt her stiffen. Then, almost
involuntarily, we’d turned to stare at each other in horror.
The words had been clear. Too clear. ‘Bondage. Male dominant.
Female slave.’
I gulped and stared at her. “I wouldn’t… I mean I never…” I
took a deep breath and started over. “That’s not my kink. I don’t
have a clue about bondage.” I spread my hands helplessly… “I
joined to have a way to get laid on a regular basis, that’s all.
Give me a few nights a week in bed with a willing woman and I’m
happy. I’m not interested in all that role playing shit.”
“C’mon. Let’s find a room.” She blushed and grabbed my hand. “We
need to talk.”
Once the door was closed she faced me, then started stripping..
“Strip. I’m not going to waste such a good excuse to get you alone
and naked.”
‘What the hell?’ I stripped and then stood there. “Well?”
She fell backwards on the bed. ‘C’mere.”
I sat on the edge and we looked at each other. She finally lost her
seriousness and started laughing. “I bet we looked like innocent
fools out there.”
“Yeah. I felt like one after seeing what I’d have to do. And you
wouldn’t have been my choice if I’d had to choose.”
She pulled me down on the bed. “Cuddle me. OK?”
“Sure.”
We snuggled and eventually our hands started wandering. It’s hard
to describe unless you’re telling it to someone who has done it. It
wasn’t really foreplay and it wasn’t totally sexual. We didn’t
avoid doing sexual things, either. Our hands drifted anywhere whim
took them. I slid across her breasts and used my fingers to trace
around, then press her nipples. Her hands wandered my chest, she
lightly passed over my nipples but kept going, working her way down
my stomach until she found my pubic area.
Once there she deliberately explored. It took me a few minutes to
realize what she was doing. She was exploring my reactions, using
her fingers to ‘taste’ my body’s excitement.
“That’s weird.” I nuzzled her neck. “Everyone else has always
just tried to get me aroused without really seeing if what they are
doing turns me on.”
She giggled and paused. “What you really mean is that nobody has
ever told you that I did it to them.”
I froze and hoped she wasn’t seeing my blush. It was an open secret
that all the guys compared notes about the women. I’d assumed the
women did the same thing but if they did, none had ever mentioned it
to me. “That, too.”
She slid her hand along my inner thigh and then came back to cup my
balls. “I’ve never done it to anyone else.”
‘Oh?’ I wasn’t stupid, just slow sometimes. It’s hard to think
when a woman has her hand in your crotch and is teasing you with it.
I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed and her face had
that dreamy look of contentment that I was used to seeing *after*
sex, if I’d managed to satisfy my partner. I sighed. Something was
going on here and I finally realized it wasn’t about the costume
party.
“I give up. I’ve missed something because you and I aren’t talking
about the same thing right now.”
She opened her eyes–and I’d never seen a woman who looked so
satisfied with herself. “I joined the club because I was ‘husband
hunting’.” She squeezed my sack gently. “You.”
Her hands came up and pulled us together. “I never cared about the
other men I’ve fucked. I didn’t worry about satisfying them because
I knew they were using me to satisfy themselves.”
She kissed me hungrily. “I want you. Now. I already know you’ll
never hurt me deliberately. Every woman here talks about how gentle
and considerate you are, even when you let your lust take over.”
* * *
I shook myself out of my memories and checked the clock. Oops. It
was past time for me to return and finish things.
* * *
She was still there, eyes a little haunted, but in pretty good shape.
I sighed while I studied her. Enough was enough.
“I was remembering, and thinking.” I lowered her and started
removing everything. She stared at me and I smiled, a bit wryly.
“Good memories. Got lost in them is all, sorry I left you here too
long. It wasn’t deliberate.”
She nodded slowly, still watching me carefully. I shrugged and
settled next to her. I hugged her to me and waited until the
trembling stopped. “Twenty years, love. Let’s forget the way we met
and just celebrate being together. K?”
Her answer was a gentle squeeze of my balls. “Not everything about
that, dear. Not everything.”