Under Control

Hands tied behind the chair. Blindfold in place. Am I mad? Why did I agree to this thing anyway?

Two weeks earlier myself and Kayla had been playing a game of truth or dare (sexy style) using a pack of our own fantasy cards. Of course, as it usually does, the game became more and more stupid, with different innuendo's and fantasy's being rolled out. Of course, we got talking about blindfolds and restraints and, well, one thing led to another, we got talking about involving others and Kayla told me I would never do it. So here I am, sitting on a chair with my hands tied and a blindfold on, not knowing what is going to happen next,or who is going to make it happen.

The door opens. Someone enters. Quietly, slowly, moving toward me. The silence is deafening.

"Hello" I say, almost shakily.

Nothing. Not a squeak. I can't even hear a breath. They must have gone out again. 'Fucking tease' I think to myself. I relax back into the chair again.

Kayla had tied my hands, tied the blindfold, given me a kiss, and told me to enjoy. She closed the door as she left. After a while I heard voices. Well I heard Kayla's voice and someone else. I couldn't make out anything distinctive that might give me a clue to who she was talking to, but I am sure I heard her talking to someone.

Is that the door again? I am straining to hear any noise, however slight, but my hearing's never good. In this situation it's crucial.

SLAP!!!

"Oh, Fuck!" Where did that come from. My right cheek is instantly on fire.

SLAP!!!

"Aaaah!" That's the other side.

"Ooh, you know how to get my attention, don't you?" My face glowing, I want to make contact with......with who? I don't know.

Silence, for what seems like an age. Then I jump as I feel the icy cold touch of steel against my neck.

"What the hell is that?" My senses tell me it isn't sharp, just cold and metallic. It slides around my neck. My body shivers as the goosebumps take over. I sharply take in breath.

A hand pulls my t-shirt away from my throat, then the object is revealed to me as a cut is made into the material. I hear the crashing to the floor sound as the scissors are discarded having served their purpose.

My shirt is ripped apart with real urgency, revealing my firm chest. My breath is taken instantly away as both hands are sc****d from top to bottom, nails ploughing there way through my flesh. My left nipple is pinched tightly and pulled away from my body. A hand clasps tightly around my throat and my head is forced back. I hear her rapid breathing and feel the breath close to my lips. I try to push forward with my lips to make contact with the source of these tiny breaths.

SLAP!!!

"Aaah!" What a fucking tease this bitch is.

The hand releases my throat and pulls my nipple again. To the point of agony, then, twang, let go.

I draw breath sharply. Just in time. As the teeth sink in, I feel my cock pushing it's way through my jeans. She let's go and circles her tongue round my swollen nub. As she does, those nails rake sharply down the other side of my chest, and the hand carries on straight into the top of my jeans. My waiting cock straining to make contact with those fingers, reaching but to no avail, as the hand pulls away again.

SLAP!!!

The hand connects with my face again. Before I have time to react, both hands scratch their way down my chest.

SLAP!!!

"Aaahh!!" Both hands strike my sore nipples.

The hands undo my jeans, releasing the b**st within. She must say something now, she must make some comment. She continues to remove my jeans pulling them away from my legs. I hear them fall to the floor a few feet away, but still no comment, still silence.

My cock is straining to be petted by it's new playmate. Reaching out, pushing it's boundaries to the limit. The pace of my breathing picks up a fraction as I feel myself thrusting my rock hard meat forward to it's tormentor.

The touch comes. Not where I expect. I jump back. Her tongue makes contact with my lip.

Ordinarily I would embrace it, but I am in such a state of heightened awareness, I jump back away from it. As I move back towards it, further, further, pushing my neck forward, mouth slightly open, but it isn't there.

I feel a firm hand holding the back of my head forward and her jaws close tight against the side of my neck. Every muscle in my body tenses to overcome the pain, the erotic pleasurable pain that engulfs me centres on my neck. It lets go. Still no sound, except the increasing noise coming from my heavier breathing. That and the sound of the chair as it moves inch by inch on the solid floor with every sudden movement.

I throw my head back, just as the tongue circles my left nipple and heads down to my stomach gently touching as it slowly teases it's way down.

No other encouragement is needed. My cock again outstretched shouting out 'I'm here, I'm here' to that glistening tongue. The touch of the tongue stops, but I can feel the touch of gentle breaths against my stomach, moving down, down. I feel her breath against my cock. 'Please take it', I'm begging inside. I can feel just the tiniest trickle of precum, begin to make it's journey from the tip to the base.

Whack!!

I tense as my cock bounces off my leg leaving it's deposit of precum trailing behind.

My legs are forced wide apart. A hand clasps around my shaven balls and pulles away from my body. Pulling me harder, as my cock pulses and twitches for all it is worth. I can feel the monster doing it's own thing, out of my control. More precum trickling, as she lets go and hits the shaft of my manhood sharply.

Whack!!

I feel the precum land on my tightened stomach, as my cock regains it's orientation and resumes it's pointing north position.

At last I feel that tongue touch my cock. At the base, gently rubbing down to my balls. Slowly it makes it's way up the shaft, caressing the pole as it climbs to the top. Her lip envelops the head and squeezes it to the tongue. Stealing the drop of precum that ensues as the mouth pulls away. My cock twitches trying to follow.

As the lips push against the head they gently part. Allowing penetration they push down, gripping, releasing gripping, releasing. As it takes more in and the lips edge further down the shaft the mouth goes to work on me. I feel her tongue swirling and rubbing against my glans. The sensation is mind blowing. She squeezes as she draws her mouth back, tongue chasing to the end. As her mouth leaves me behind, I already know that I cannot realistically take much more and expect to hold back the inevitable. Already the waves are starting to build up deep within my most secret and private parts.

The mouth descends again, this time with real purpose as it greedily tries to take it all. Forcing further, down the shaft, again, again, each time taking more. She has it all. Gripping with her teeth at the base of my cock, trying to pull more in. I feel her start to gag as she releases and draws away, only to come straight back. I feel her tongue rubbing the top of my balls and again release, as she starts to gag. I feel the wetness running down my cock and onto my balls. She pauses fractionally to take a deeper breath and then back down.

I feel the pressure building, the desperation of the situation, knowing that I have no control, knowing that I want to prolong this experience, but am powerless. I feel the waves crashing against me as her tongue, her lips, her mouth and throat overtake every sensation in my body.

No! Not yet! I am screaming to myself as I feel the pump burst into life and start to overtake. My whole body tenses as that rhythmical pumping pulses from my balls, to my cock and throughout my body. Her hand clasps the base of my cock, her mouth squeezes, her tongue laps, as she hungrily tries to have it all. She devours my whole cock again taking it deep in her throat, still throbbing, still pumping and pulls it slowly out squeezing to release the last drops. Again, as she teases a few more drops from me.

She continues to hold my cock as the stiffness starts to ebb away, teasing the sensitive head, making sure nothing is wasted. Finally she lets go. I feel nothing. I hear nothing but the heavy breathing, hers, mine.

Silence, nothing, but my breathing as it calms down returning to normal. I hear the door close. Voices, then silence.

"I think you enjoyed that a little too much" said the familiar voice. Kayla removed my blindfold, looked deep into my eyes, then kisses me passionately.

"But,.." I start, ".. you're here ... the voices ... the door. Who?"

"Shhh!" she puts her finger to my lips. "One day, I might tell you."



Story by akw53