Part Two
I was having the most delicious dream, sexy in an undefined way. I dreamed I was being stimulated, was becoming more and more aroused. In my dream I began to squirm and moan as I felt myself becoming wet, ready to be filled.
Half awake, half asleep at some point I realized this was no dream - then a shattering climax brought me fully awake. Reaching down my hand encountered a soft mass which I groggily realized was the top of Bob’s head. I stroked it softly as the last vestiges of my climax washed over me like waves on a sandy beach.
Bob continued to lick me. He had found my clit and was rolling it around and around and around with his tongue. It felt wonderful! He had obviously mastered this technique. As my hips began to roll involuntarily he gently inserted two fingers deep inside me and began to pull them in and out, in and out of my sopping pussy.
I came hard, moaning and squirming like a wanton slut! I wanted him, wanted him inside me so badly I could barely contain myself. I wanted to feel his male hardness inside me, wanted him to erupt deep inside me, to feel his climax, to feel his seed pouring into me, spurting again and again and again as I milked him.
That thought and the combination of Bob’s talented tongue and fingers brought me off again. Gasping, crying, moaning I held his head tight against my pussy as my hips rolled up and I ground myself into his face. Ahhhhh! Heaven!
I remembered the penis sheath I had locked onto my boss last night. I wanted it off, wanted him fully functional! It was almost more than I could bear, knowing he wanted me also. But a small voice of rationality whispered the truth - "Give him satisfaction now and you’ll lose him! He’ll walk out that door and brag all about his conquest at work Monday!"
And so I allowed Bob to give me pleasure orally and manually. I lost count of the number of climaxes I had or how long it went on. Finally I pushed him away. He looked up at me, a pleading look in his eyes - "Please?" his look said. I looked down and shook my head. "Not yet," I breathed softly.
While I enjoyed being woken up like this I wanted sleep. It was obvious Bob couldn’t sleep in his aroused state; only the sheath was keeping him from having a huge erection - and from the pained look on his face it was obvious that his arousal was not particularly comfortable. I could only imagine his discomfort!
"Lay on the bed, face down," I commanded. Bob rapidly complied. I attached the wrist restraints and pulled his arms behind his back. A small lock secured him in this position.
"Up!" I ordered sharply. He stood and I attached a collar to his neck. A leash followed. He looked adorable standing before me, collared, hands bound, sheathed.
Something was missing. I had heard most males had secret crossdressing fantasies. Lets see, I thought.
Retrieving the panties I had worn the night before and which Bob had recently had on his head I knelt in front of my new slave. I guided one foot, then the other into the silken garment and pulled them up, over his ass. Rising, I surveyed my work in the dim light.
Bob looked adorable, and from the pained expression on his face and the way he squirmed it was obvious his sheath had again become painfully tight. Gotcha! I thought. I now knew how to control him.
Pulling the leash I led Bob off to the closet. I attached the leash to my shoe rack. Returning to the bedroom I retrieved another pair of my soiled panties. These went over his head. He’d inhale my scent the rest of the night!
Then I returned to bed fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.
I woke to the midmorning sun streaming past the closed blinds of my bedroom window. Stretching, I rolled out of bed and without thinking padded off toward the kitchen to make coffee. Suddenly I remembered my visitor and realized I didn’t need to make coffee or anything else this morning.
Bob was sitting in the closet as I had left him, wide awake. "Good morning," I said cheerliy. "Did you sleep well?"
He didn’t speak; only shook his head and looked down as I stared at him. I ordered him up and removed the panties from his head, the leash, and the wrist restraints. The collar and other panties he could keep on, I decided.
"The kitchen is that way," I said pointing. "You will find a coffee pot and eggs and bacon in the fridge. I prefer my coffee black and my eggs over easy." With that I turned on my heel and walked back to the bed. I paused on the edge of the bed, knowing his eyes were locked on my swaying behind. I was truly enjoying teasing him, knowing he was painfully aware of my femininity. He was rapidly becoming my slave; the power trip was quite a rush!
Poor Bob was obviously not a gourmet cook. I heard banging and crashes in the kitchen. I resisted the urge to go help the poor thing, and finally he brought my coffee, eggs, and bacon on a tray. Not a very good job; the eggs were burned and the bacon undercooked but he’d learn. Pointing to the floor beside the bed I indicated he was to kneel there. He compiled without complaint.
I slowly munched my breakfast, occasionally reaching down to feed him a morsel. I was forming a plan in my mind, slowly going over the details.
I was attracted to Bob, may as well admit that. And I wanted him sexually also. Problem was, I wanted him on my terms. And my terms meant he’d act like a gentleman and put my needs and wants ahead of his own. He wasn’t used to behaving in that manner; he’d need stern training. The fact that he obviously enjoyed the treatment he’d received so far was a good sign; however, I knew I’d have to be careful. Allow him relief too soon and he’d rebel; wait too long and he’d grow weary of this game.
I smiled at Bob. "You’ve done well," I told him. "Time you were rewarded."
His face lit up! Laying back on the bed I looked over at him. "Do you want your cage off?" I asked. He nodded eagerly. "Then make me want to take it off!" I said as I lay back on the bed.
In an instant he was on the bed, head between my legs. As he began to lick and suck my clit I began to moan, encouraging him. Laying back I let him please me with his talented tongue and fingers.
Again and again he brought me up and over. Again and again my hips rose and I moaned as I came. On and on and on. The bed became soaked in my juices and his saliva. On and on and on, as Bob tried with all his might to please me sufficiently that I’d remove his little cage and give him the relief he so badly needed.
Finally I pushed his head back. Reaching into the drawer of the night stand I got the key to the tiny brass lock. "Do you want this? Would you like to be released, to be inside me?"
"Yes, oh yes…please!"
"There is something you must do," I told Bob. "One more tiny thing, minor really."
"What? Anything, I’ll do anything! Just tell me!" Bob wailed.
"You must agree to two things," I explained. "First, I really enjoy having you caged, knowing only I can provide you relief. I want you to wear the cage for a week. Do you agree?"
Bob hesitated. "If you don’t agree I’ll unlock you and you may leave," I told him. "You may then satisfy yourself in any manner you see fit. If you want me you must do as I say."
I could see the look on his face, wondering if he could take a week of confinement! He knew I wasn’t bluffing and that there’d be no talking me into letting him out early. He also knew he’d not be able to masturbate or have sex with another female. Bob knew he’d be mine for the week!
I could tell he was deciding, weighing the consequences of agreement. Then his eyes fell to my wide open crotch, to the warm wetness between my legs, and I knew he’d made his decision. Eyes down he nodded.
"Also: You will do as I command. You will not climax until I allow you. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Lay on the bad," I ordered him. He lay face down: I rolled him over. Fetching the wrist cuffs from the night stand I secured his wrists to the corners of the headboard. I attached ankle cuffs and fastened his ankles together, then bound them to the foot of the bed. He was helpless!
I pulled the thong panties down to his knees. I had a bit of trouble unlocking the brass lock bit after a bit it snapped open. I removed the sheath gently. His dick sprang up immediately. As I watched he grew into the most delicious erection!
I blew gently on his erect member. He groaned and his hips rose. I smiled and began to lick his dick and balls gently, blowing on him between licks.
Bob’s hips rose as he strained upward. I continued to tease his like this for a bit then finally slid him into my mouth. I began to suck gently and lick the head of his rock-hard cock as I bobbed my head up and down.
I tasted his pre-cum, bland and a bit slimy. I knew he was close and thought of bringing him off orally, but I really wanted him inside me when he exploded so I pulled back and up, freeing him. Groaning he tired to reach me, but I quickly turned and, facing his feet, quickly put my knees on each side of his head.
My pussy was inches above his mouth and he strained to reach it! Slowly lowering myself I allowed him to lick me as I rocked back and forth. My back and forth motions became more animated as my climax approached. I came hard, hips rolling forward, head back. As I rocked forward I felt his tongue licking my anus.
Enough of this! I thought. Raising, still facing his feet, I slid down. Grasping his rock hard penis in my hand I guided him into my sopping pussy. Sliding down I impaled myself on his pleasure tool.
He felt so wonderful! I rose until he was almost out, then fell back again, hard. I heard him gasp half in pain, half in pleasure as I assaulted him violently.
I came quickly, gasping and moaning as I felt him squirm beneath me. I felt my muscles contract and squeeze him as my body sought to milk his seed.
Rocking back and up, again I began to pound him. Up and down, rolling, moaning, another climax was close I knew - but this time I wanted to feel him spurting inside me. "Come, come NOW!" I screamed.
That was all the encouragement Bob needed! I heard a low, guttural groan escape his lips as his hips rose involuntarily. I felt him pulse inside me as his hot seed poured into me, spurting over and over and over. Looking down I saw a dribble of white escape around his shaft. That did it for me and I came hard, clasping, milking every last drop from him
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