"Yes, squeeze 'em," he said, "harder."
I was afraid that I was going to crush his balls. I was squeezing them and grinding them together. I knew it must hurt. I leaned down and studied his cock. The head was bright purple, fully engorged, while the shaft was like hardened blue steel. There was a glistening drop of liquid oozing from his urethra and I leaned closer. I licked it off and let it rest on my tongue. Not salty, rather sweet.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Randy had gone to shoot some hoops with his buddies so I knew he wouldn't be over. I went down to the beach for coffee and a cinnamon roll. I stopped at the market on the way home since I needed a few things for the coming week.
I got home and it was a little after noon when I pushed into the kitchen from the garage. I was putting the groceries away when I heard something from the back of the house. I figured it must be Randy. I figured he must have wound up his game and come over. I smiled and thought about the possibility of sitting on his face. That would be a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. The last thing I had to put away was a blue box of macaroni and cheese. I put it in the cupboard and started walking to the back of the house.
"Randy?" I called, "you back here?" I didn't expect to see you until later." I turned into the bedroom and there he was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whitey Jockey shorts. He had short lengths of rope tied around his wrists and it looked like he had just finished clinching the knots that tied his ankles to the posts on the footboard of the bed. His legs were spread wide and the ropes were tight.
"Oh great, Marie, you're here. I didn't know how I was going to finish this. Can you secure my wrists to the headboard? I want to be spread-eagled here and I want the knots tight."
"Randy, how did you think you were going to be able to do this by yourself?" I moved next to the bed and took his right hand. I sucked on his finger and then pushed gently on his chest easing him back on the bed. I pulled his arm out straight and wrapped the end of the rope around the headboard post. Cinching it tight and tying it off I asked him how it felt.
"Is that OK? Too tight?" He pulled and the knot did not slip. I knew how to tie someone to a bed. This wasn't my first rodeo.
"That might be good," he said and he flung his other arm out towards the other post. I moved around the bed and pulled it tight. "Tighter," he said. I pulled it tighter and kept a slowly increasing strain on the line, waiting for him to say OK. I watched the cords in his shoulders and arms bulge as he tested the bonds. He was immobile. "OK, here. Tie it off." He said.
So I did. He was stretched out tight. He could turn his head but had less than an inch lift of either hand or foot. I went to my dresser and opened the drawer where I kept my toys. I had a big purple feather in there and I showed it to him as I moved back toward the bed.
"Well, now that you're immobilized, do I get to have my way with you?" I asked.
"I may ask for a few favours," he replied, "but yeah, that's pretty much the idea." I ran the feather lightly across the soles of his feet and he squirmed but there was really nothing much he could do about it, trussed up as he was. I dragged the feather slowly up his leg, past his tighty whiteys and up to his nipples. Sitting next to him on the bed I twirled the feather around his nipples for awhile and then tickled his armpits. Watched him squirm. He opened his mouth to speak but I hushed him.
"No talking," I said or I'll have to punish you.
