I stood in our closet, my nose pressed into the corner where he had left me this morning. My hands were tied behind me at the elbow and wrist. The once silky rope, has now cut into my arms, making them feel sensitive and raw. My legs held together at the knee, upper thigh and, calf with thick leather straps. My mouth was being pried open with a circle gag, allowing spit to trail from my mouth down my chin and exposed tits, then to finally land on my 4 inch heel clad feet.
He tied one of his neck ties around my eyes this morning, slapped my ass twice and said, " I thought you had learned by now?" and left for practice. Practice on a good day lasted four hours, but if I had to guess how long I had been standing there I would have said five. My calves were shaking, and my knees struggled to stay straight to keep me off the ground. I could feel my nipples and toes where frozen from the coldness of the closet.
Suddenly I heard the from door open the softly slam shut, I heard a pair of feet quietly make their way up the stairs. The bedroom door opened then it was silent. I wanted to call out to him. I wanted him here, to touch me and love me. I wanted to see his beautiful eyes and hear his beautiful voice, but I know if I call him, I might as well have slapped myself before he did.
I heard the soft tapping of his shoes on the hard wood of the closet. I stood up straight. I felt his big rough hands on my ass, stroking it as if I was some animal. I pushed my body into his currently soft touch. I reached back as far as my aching shoulders would allow and touched his jean covered thigh. He leaned down kissed my shoulder and slapped my ass hard. I jumped about a mile, not expecting the sudden change. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me and under my tits. I felt his hard body under me, shirtless and still a bit damp from is after practice shower. He lifted me from the floor, turned my body and set me back down.
"What a little slut you are. You've drooled all over yourself." He started looking my front side up and down seeing the shimmering spit all over my perky tits, "You're a disgusting pig."
He reached behind my head, undoing the knot in the tie and dropping it to the floor. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the bright lights. There he stood, at least 6 inches taller than me, even with the heels on. My eyes trailed from the top of his jeans up his massive muscular chest and to his eyes. Dark brown and gorgeous, they stared right back at me. I could tell he was still not happy with me by the way he clenched his jaw when I looked into his eyes. I looked back down at the floor at his black and white Nike Shox.
His name is Jonathan. As weird as it is to say, he's been my boyfriend for the past three years. The year after he got drafted to the JHL he found out about my....thing. We had been friends since we were 8, and we had always flirted, but he never knew about my fetish. My need to be used and dominated became stronger, and he decided he would be perfect to take care of it.
I, of course, was apprehensive. He had always been so gentle and kind, I didn't think that he could give me what I needed. I later found out that he could. Ohh he could. Then I moved in with him in his new home. It was just a regular house, well as regular as it could get for a 19 year old guy. Three bedroom, two bath, a kitchen, living room and dining room. His mother came down and help him decorate, since I was neutral on the whole thing.
The house had a somewhat boyish charm to it. Big black leather furniture, a giant TV screen and a couple gaming systems, and a big California King bed.
"You're a nasty little whore aren't you?" He asked pinching my already rock hard nipples then pulling then slightly. I looked back up into his eyes and nodded my head, then looked back down. He chuckled, a gave my tits a hard slap.
He kicked off his shoes and unwrapped his belt from its loop holes. I eyed the belt has he took it off. Being spanked with the belt is my least favorite thing. I always ended up not being able to sit on my ass or sleep on my back.
He rubbed the leather belt up and down my stomach and chest. I looked at him in fear. He smiled and leaned in touching the side of my face with his. I felt his scruffy cheek on mine, and he whispered"Don't worry, you haven't pissed me off that much yet."
He crouched down threw me over his shoulder, my ass in the air. He walked from the closet to our bedroom and threw me onto the bed face up, with my legs hanging over the side. I felt the soft silkiness of our sheets underneath my tied arms. My legs felt ten times better after being able to bend my knees and not stand on my feet, even though my feet were still trapped in the heels. I closed my eyes and arched my back up, feeling it crack under pressure. Let out a soft sigh.
My jaw still ached around the circle gag. I watched Jonny play with his phone, probably texting Nick about his party tonight. Nick has parties more than a regular person should. Most of the time it was just the team, getting together, talking dancing with their ladies, and of course drinking. Sometimes it was him inviting everyone he has ever talked to, including puck bunnies.
He turned around and walked towards me. He put my knees between his legs and pressed them together more than they were from the straps. He leaned down and grabbed my tits. He always liked my tits, but really what man didn't like a perky pair of double d's. He tweaked my nipples with his fingers. He took my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed and pulled up, lifting my tits from my body. My nipples ached.
He let go and reached over to our side table and opened the drawer. He pulled a pair of clamps out, and played with them between his fingers, opening then and closing them and turning them in his hands. The moment my eyes landed on them my cunt started dripping, making the inside of my thighs damp. Jon opened one and clamped it onto my nipple, then the other. I let out a long moan.
"Do you like that slut?" He asked, putting his hands on the bed nest to my head. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then trailed his lips to the crook of my neck, running his tongue up and down, kissing and sucking. He lifted his head and blew on my damp neck making goose bumps run up and down my body.
