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"Hmmm?" he answered in the darkness.
"Why haven't you dominated me recently?"
"I tied you up for sex last week," David told her, puzzled.
"You've tied me up for sex a few times, but you haven't really gone for it, you know? It's just been cuffs plus sex, no drive behind it. No... inventiveness. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I do."
"If you're not interested any more then just say so, but I thought it was your thing."
"It is. It's just... I've been under quite a bit of pressure at work and I haven't had time to think of anything exciting. I want to, though."
"Ok. Well I'm going to be away this week, so why don't you try and think of something before next weekend?" Kate suggested.
"Ok, I'll try."
Kate rolled over and tried to get to sleep. After a minute or two, David spoke again: "Part of the problem is that I'm not sure what you like."
"Isn't the point of the thing that you should do what you like, and make me go along with it?"
"Well, yes. That's the way I usually would have done it before. But when you take control with me, you always do things that you know I'll enjoy, so I feel guilty of I think of things that you wouldn't like."
"Well, why not just try some things, and I'll let you know which bits I liked?"
"Hmmm ok, maybe," David said weakly.
A week later, Kate arrived home from her trip late on Friday night. She had promised David she would be at his house the following morning. Just inside her door she found a letter with David's hand-writing on the front. Intrigued, she picked it up and ripped open the envelope. The letter inside read simply:
"Have a shower before you come round. Wear your hair in a pony tail and wear your best underwear."
None of that was a huge surprise (Kate usually showered at David's because his shower was superior to hers). And yet, David had never done anything before that this level of preparation indicated. Kate could feel excitement building in her stomach. However, it did not surpass her overwhelming tiredness after a busy week, and she headed to bed and fell asleep quickly.
Kate knocked on David's door. She was apprehensive, and strangely nervous. David answered the door and smiled at her.
"Strip naked," he said as soon as the door was closed. A second of shock passed for Kate and then the message filtered through to her brain. She obeyed and began taking off her clothes, quickly folding them into a neat pile. "Go into the bedroom," David added and followed her through his flat. "Lie on the bed on your back," was David's last command before he blindfolded Kate. He picked up the spreader bar, one of his original toys that was not bought in Kate's order and used it to cuff her ankles. He took a collar and fastened it around Kate's neck.
"Don't worry, it's very loose," he told her as he picked up the bar between her legs and pulled it strongly up and over her head. Taking a length of light chain he looped it around the bar and tied it to the front of the collar. If anything the chain would pull the collar forwards, away from her windpipe. Kate wondered what David would do next; her arms will still free, but with her legs now held high above her head, her pussy was very vulnerable and she suspected it was for a reason.
David silently undressed, not wanting Kate to hear his movements. He knelt on the bed just beyond her exposed derriere and glanced at Kate's exposed pubic bush. He subconsciously licked his lips even though he did not plan to taste her just yet.
"Spread your pussy open with one hand, and use the other to masturbate," David said, surprising himself as much as Kate with his bold command. Although he had done similar with previous girlfriends, he had not yet ordered Kate about in such a fashion. He hoped she would enter into the spirit of it. Kate slid her left hand between her legs and then the first two digits of her left hand down into her slit. She opened the fingers wide, and felt the air against the tender skin inside her spread lips. She followed her left hand with her right, and extended the first two digits of her right hand down, onto her clitoris.
She began rubbing herself, imagining David sitting on the bed, leering over the sight of her most guarded secrets as she abased herself at his command. The thought was incredibly arousing.
David sat, idly stroking his cock into hardness as he watched Kate masturbate. He knew it would take her longer than him to get close to orgasm as he wanted them both to be, so he was in no hurry. He wondered what Kate was feeling - whether she was embarrassed or turned on. When you have someone blindfolded and tied up, it becomes hard to tell.
As Kate rubbed herself, she found her mind wandering to what David might have planned. Would he let her finish himself off or did he plan to stop her? Would that be it then or did he have a much longer day planned? Would she be his sex toy for hours on end, forced to obey his every sordid desire? She felt herself becoming more turned on.
Kate was becoming wetter than David had expected - perhaps the result of not having had sex for a week, he was unsure. Not only was her pubic hair becoming moist now, but he could see her juices flowing down over the lip formed by the base of her vagina. He watched transfixed as the wetness ran to the exposed corrugated bud of her bottom. He reached out his left middle finger and pressed it against her rear entrance as her natural lubrication paused in the well formed by her sphincter.
Kate gasped loudly as suddenly David's finger slid inside her ass. She felt herself opening up in a way that she never had before, her rear invaded for the first time ever by her captor's finger. "That's weird," she reported, "that's very odd."
David's heart swelled at the feeling of Kate's warm muscles gripping his finger tightly, as if trying to crush it. He felt her muscles tightening reflexively, trying to expel him. He revelled in the sensation, and stroked himself faster, imagining that it was his dick rather than his digit inside her tight derriere.
"Ugggh, no, that's too strange," Kate said more urgently as she squirmed as best she could, impaled by David's finger. David saw that she was getting very uncomfortable and quickly withdrew his finger. Within a minute Kate seemed to have forgotten about it and was beginning to moan quietly as her pleasure began accumulated towards her final release. David realised that they were both almost ready for the next stage.
Kate felt something against her vagina, and then David was sliding inside her, entering her with his hard dick, penetrating her vagina easily. She began rubbing faster, knowing that she was well on her way to her climax. Then her arms were pulled sideways by the elbows and David was grabbing her wrists, pulling her arms away from her body and pinning her down. "Do you want to come?" he asked her from somewhere that sounded far above her.
"Yes," she said, dizzy with excitement.
"Then call my name," he told her as he began thrusting, slamming his hips forward against her thighs, just hard enough to catch her clitoris with each thrust. His strong arms pinned hers down easily, leaving her totally at his mercy.
"Oh, David, David, David. Fuck me, make me come David, harder, harder, make me come make me makeme makemecome!" Kate was screaming as she came, and David was driving home into her, finding his own release inside her. He withdrew, and Kate lay for a second, recovering her wits. David took off her blindfold, and as she blinked her eyes against the light flooding in, he took advantage of her situation by grabbing one hand and cuffing it to the nearby corner of the bed. She had no time to resist before he did the same to the other hand, leaving her helpless once more.
David released her legs from the spreader and removed her collar. He stuffed a wad of tissues into the crack of her ass so that they protruded like a white flower blossoming from underneath her. Then he left the room.
Kate considered calling after him, but decided better of it. This was the second time he had denied her the opportunity to clean herself up after sex - it must be a fetish of his, she decided. She felt some come running slowly out of her vagina and grimaced when she felt it emerge with a popping sensation and flow down on the tissue. It was certainly not something that she enjoyed.
She lay and waited, unable to free herself, and finding it very hard to take her mind off the unpleasant sensations in her crotch as David's parting seminal gift dribbled from her.
David sat in the other room, reading the newspaper. He had cleaned himself up and was waiting until he felt a faint stir in his loins that indicated he was almost ready to return to Kate.
Kate strained her neck to look up as she heard David re-enter the room. He was still naked, his penis hanging flaccidly between his legs. He removed the sticky wad of tissues and threw them in the bin before picking up Kate's blindfold from earlier and putting it back on her. Kate shivered slightly in anticipation. She felt David's hands between her legs, pushing them apart and putting something over her groin and lifting up her bottom to attach some straps.
David smiled as he fixed into place one of his favourite of Kate's purchases, although he had not yet used it. It was a clitoral vibrator held on with straps, but with a wireless remote control for turning it on and off. Impulsively, he shifted up the bed and straddled Kate's chest, resting lightly on her ribcage, his dick flopping between Kate's breasts - they nestled in the gaps between his scrotum and thighs, in the same way her ass did during certain sex positions.
Kate felt a humming in her crotch as the vibrator strapped to her was turned on. She tried to settle down to enjoy it, despite the distraction provided by David rolling her small breasts towards each other to wrap around his cock.
David watched a smile creep across Kate's face as she began to enjoy the buzzing of the mechanical toy on the most sensitive part of her body. He continued to amuse himself with her tits, squashing them against his hardening cock, rubbing them slightly up and down its length, tweaking and pinching the nipples. Kate ignored David's fondling and instead concentrated on the powerful vibrator between her thighs. It felt very good, and she could feel tension building up inside her. She began to moan softly in anticipation, and David stopped the vibrator, and climbed off her body.
"Don't tease," Kate said softly but indignantly. There was a pause, and the room was silent with anticipation, before the vibrator was turned on again. Within half a minute she was moaning again, her orgasm building again, and David switched it off again. "Hey!" she cried.
David leaned over slightly and said calmly: "You'd better be nice if you want me to turn it on again." Kate felt like shouting at him, but swallowed heavily and composed herself.
"Please," she said meekly and the vibrator was switched on again. She began to moan, and her legs began to shake as the sexual tensions built up inside her. David switched it off again. Kate bit her lip gently and said nothing. A minute later, it was switched on again. Kate was determined not to moan - not to give him any signs of how close she was. But her body betrayed her, trembling all over now, like a volcano building up to eruption. She was on the edge, on the precipice willing her descent into ecstasy. The vibrator was switched off.
"Please let me come, let me come, let me come!" Kate begged insistently, her body still shaking, denied its release.
"Maybe I will," David said, idly running a teasing finger up and down the inside of Kate's thighs, where he knew her skin was especially sensitive.
"Please," Kate said, injecting as much emotion as she possibly could into the single word. David relented and switched the vibrator on.
Kate began writhing around as the toy commenced its buzzing, the temporary denial of her pleasure only enhancing the sensations now she had finally been rewarded. Her legs shook and her climax spasmed through her body. Instead of relaxing though, her body remained tense, all her muscles strained. This time her whole body shook, uncontrollably, and Kate felt like she was going to tear herself apart, and then the second orgasm went through her, pleasure so intense that she thought she might pass out. As her body continued to shake, she felt a third and final, tiny, climax pass through her. "Turn it off," she said weakly.
David slid the switch to off. He had never seen a woman have a multiple orgasm before, and had always thought it was a myth. It was real, and it was incredibly arousing to watch. He shuffled round to her spread thighs and swiftly removed the toy. He pressed the head of his dick against her opening.
"No!" Kate cried urgently. "No, please don't."
"Why not?" David asked, puzzled.
"It's so sensitive, so sore. Please don't."
"I want to come," David said, half dominant-insisting and half plain-fact.
"Don't, don't fuck my pussy."
"Maybe I should fuck your ass instead?" David asked, picking up her legs and pushing them towards her, exposing her ass.
"No, not my ass! Not my ass."
"You have to choose," David said, enjoying the effect of his power on Kate. He loved it when a woman squirmed and begged under his influence.
"Neither," Kate said. And then, her senses returning to her after her powerful triple orgasm: "I'll use my mouth instead."
"So now you want me to fuck you in the mouth?"
"Yes, I do."
"Say it."
"Please fuck me in the mouth, please," Kate begged, aware that there was no way her pussy could stand up to the rough attentions of his cock. She felt her head being gently pulled forward, and a pillow (or two? she couldn't tell) being slid in underneath to elevate her head. Then David was straddling her, legs almost wedged into her armpits, exposed by her arms still being bound to the corners of the bed. She opened her mouth and stretched forwards to try to find his cock. She bumped against the head and then took it in her mouth. She began awkwardly sliding her head back and forth.
David took hold of her head and held it still. He whipped off her blindfold and she closed her eyes to protect them. "You didn't ask to suck me off," he said firmly, "you asked me to fuck your mouth." Both hands on her head, he held there her while he began thrusting his cock in and out of her maw, his cock sliding alternately along her velvet tongue and the smooth roof of her mouth.
Kate had never said David so in control, so stern and commanding. Her arousal had evaporated during the heat of her orgasms so it did not excite her now, but she instead thought about it dispassionately, her mind trying to flee her body, sore and worn out and being violated by her boyfriend. All she could see was his abdomen swinging towards and then away from her face, and all she could do was watch and try not to choke.
David steadily fucked her mouth, his male instincts having taken over, the motion totally natural to him. Fucking a woman's mouth was different to fucking her vagina or her ass. It was not as tight as either of those, but it was more textured. The feeling was not the flowing one of vaginal sex, but more like lots of small awkward blow-jobs, each thrust either catching hold of a wonderful sensation, or instead bouncing awkwardly off the walls of the woman's mouth. David gained extra enjoyment from the additional feeling of domination it inspired in him, and the corresponding feeling of submission in the woman beneath him. The mouth was used to give pleasure, skillfully and artistically, not be passively fucked, wantonly.
David began thrusting faster, mirroring the increase in the pleasure he was taking. Kate began to struggle beneath him, her words muffled by his cock as she tried to plead with him not to ejaculate in her mouth. Spittle escaped from the point where the corners of her lips encased his pistoning shaft. When he could not hold it off any longer, David suddenly pulled out and grabbed hold of his cock in his fist. Kate gasped, drawing in air while she could. She looked at his hand, furiously stroking his cock, and realisation dawned.
She shut her eyes and her mouth just in time, wincing as the warm jets of semen landed on her face. David groaned, his orgasm fuelled by the sensations and incited further by the sight of his come lacing Kate's face, defiling her visage. He finished ejaculating, and Kate's expression was one of displeasure and disappointment. For a brief moment she felt as if she might cry. She kept her eyes and mouth closed, and she felt as if she was in limbo.
David tenderly pressed a tissue against her face, mopping up his own produce. When she could no longer feel the wetness on her, Kate opened her eyes. "You ok?" he asked her warmly.
"Yes, I think so," Kate said, and her face relaxed, and she smiled.
"I was worried that was too much."
"Almost," Kate admitted, "but not quite."
"Good. You did well."
"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked as he set about freeing her.
"Yes," she admitted. "I think you've found what I like," she added with a smile.
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