He stood at the window, mobile in hand and the flutter of small butterflies in his stomach. His watch and other everyday items were neatly piled on the table but he still wore his grey work suit. Preparations had been carefully thought through, although he hoped the twists of fancy his imagination had taken would not prove too difficult in reality. As soon as everything was done he texted to say she should come.
She waited at the lights outside his apartment, outwardly very upright and composed with a big blue bag over her shoulder, but her legs beginning to shake a little and her desire for him stirring. As she crossed the road he put away the cell phone and went to the entry-phone. The bell rang and he pressed the door release, the signal for her to make her way up. Then she was inside, looking expectant and slightly defiant. As asked, she wore stockings, but it wasn’t much of an instruction because she always did. He kissed her in the hallway and ran a hand up under her skirt, finding she had made more effort to please him with her choice of underwear. He had asked for something black and sheer but not too skimpy; although she usually tended to small and lacy. He pushed further into her pants and found her wet and ready for him to do whatever he wanted.
He led her into the main room where she put her bag on a chair, took off her scarf and jacket and waited. Next to his stuff on the table was the towel, the whip and a bottle of lube. The rest of what he needed was in the black doctor's bag by the sofa. It was the whip that caught her eye but, in fact, it was just there for show; he didn't know where her limits were and certainly didn't want to leave any marks. He kissed her a few more times and made her stand by the sofa. Impatient for him to proceed, she slipped off her shoes and started to take off her blouse but he stopped her. He wanted it take it off himself. The bra wasn't remarkable but again he hadn’t asked for anything special or been precise about his preferences. 'titties covered or free' she had texted and he had replied 'tits must be covered but they won't be for long.' In the event, he just pulled the straps down over her arms before turning her around and tying her hands behind her back with a scarf. With the tying of her hands the last of his nervousness went, but hers increased, her heart beginning to thrum against her chest and her excitement and expectation escalating. Turning a fantasy into reality is always hard but now he was sure he was in control. As he had indicated in his text messages, his aims were to make her beg him to clamp her nipples and then come in her mouth. First he decided to make her come.
Once her hands were tied he pushed her down on her knees and finally got out his cock and let her suck it, getting his hands locked in her hair as she worked enthusiastically for his pleasure. When he was fully hard and could feel the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat he pulled out and got her back up on her feet. She watched as he took off his jacket and tie, still looking defiant. He pulled her breasts out of her bra and felt the nipples harden under his palms. He started to pull and twist the nipples and whispered in her ear 'I can't wait to hear you beg'. She moaned a little, fully ready to be used in anyway he desired. He kissed her again and slid his fingers into her slippery cunt, which was by now begging to be fucked.
He seemed calm and more focused than she had ever seen him as he unzipped her skirt and took off her panties. He took these away and put them on a chair behind her. With the skirt, and any fear of stains gone, he took off everything but his shirt. She stood still, frozen in her submission to his will, like a good girl, not turning to watch then he went up behind her and rubbed his cock against her, kissing her neck and pinching her nipples, still stiff from before. The feel of his hard cock pressed against her back and the brush of his lips and hands was almost too much for her and her legs nearly gave way. He forced her back to her knees and began fucking her mouth again, slowly, bending now and again to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples.
Time stopped she was enjoying herself so much, letting his cock reach further and further into her throat, hoping he would see fit to come in her mouth. After what seemed like seconds he let her go and reached for the black bag, bringing out a small set of clamps on a silver chain. Now let’s hear you beg he said, placing the clamps carefully on each nipple and sending an exquisite rush of pain through her. She writhed against the couch, trying to touch him with her body while he observed her, before deciding to move the clamps lower. He spread her legs and placed a clamp on each of her labia, causing her to exhale sharply and nearly bringing her out from under his spell. She managed to get the required sentence out “please fuck me with nipple clamps on” and he, seeming content with that, obliged.
Removing the clamps from their most tender placement, he moved away and quickly put a condom on, applying a small amount of lube to her and ensuring the clamps were fixed back on her nipples. At last he entered her, and the sensation was overwhelming. Every nerve ending inside her felt his rigid cock as it moved rhythmically and she came suddenly and violently, unlike ever before.
Appointment
by
Paul Jones
by
Paul Jones
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Tue, 25th May, 2010
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