As he pulled off the Interstate, Tom punched the numbers "26" into his cell.
"Hi," he said after a couple of rings, "I'm almost there."
"Good," said Lorie, "I can't wait. I have a surprise for you."
"For me? What could it be?" he said teasingly.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"Yeah, about five minutes. See you then, sweetie."
"Bye-bye."
Tom wheeled his big Ford along the country road towards Lorie's house. He wondered what she had in mind. There sexual encounters had always been spectacular. Lorie did things to him he'd only dreamed about and he really was baffled by what she might have in store for him. In his mind, he replayed some of their previous get togethers and began to get aroused. He pulled into the driveway of her little house and saw Lorie peek out of the curtain. He would willingly turn himself over to her, excited by the promise of what might come.
Lorie opened the door when he reached it, and ushered him in. She was a vision, wearing a tiny leopard-print string bikini and matching balconette. Her beautiful breasts spilled over the edge of the fabric, her hard nipple pierced with horseshoe bars heaving gently as she breathed. Tom took her in his arms and kissed her hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into her waiting mouth. His hands were all over her naked back and the thin material of her bikini. Lorie's hands went straight to the buttons of his shirt and began to undress him while they kissed. Her hands caressed his chest, and she pinched his right nipple, playing with the normally-discrete silver ring which pierced it. They broke their kiss, and Lorie nuzzled Tom's head in her hands as he gently bit her neck.
"Are you ready for your surprise?" she whispered in his ear while pushing his shirt off.
"Oh yeah. Ready and willing."
"Okay then, close your eyes," she said. "Are they shut?"
Tom stood there with his eyes closed and felt her slip from his arms. He was tempted to peek after a couple of seconds, but then could sense Lorie's presence behind him. Then he felt the cloth over his face, a bandana being tied behind his head like a blindfold.
"This must be some big surprise to need a blindfold," he said with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"The blindfold is part of the surprise," she replied. Lorie gave a little tug at the knot. "There we go. Can you really not see anything?"
"Nothing," he said.
Lorie walked around to face him again. She waved her fingers just inches from his face to see if there was any reaction.
"Good," she said, "now just trust me. I'm going to sit you down and help you out of these things."
"Okay."
Lorie guided Tom a few steps forward, her hands on his hips, then turned him around and backed him against a chair. She undid his belt, the button on his jeans and eased them over his hips.
"You won't be needing these for a while. Sit down," she said.
Tom gingerly sat down on the edge of the easy-chair he felt behind him. His heart was racing. Leaning over, she flicked her tongue across his nipples, first the left, then the pierced one. She gently sucked the ring between her lips. Tom sighed and felt his cock stirring to life. Lorie knelt on the arms of the chair and pressed her breasts into Tom's face. Engulfed in the soft warm flesh, Tom turned his head to either side, his tongue darting out to taste her breasts. Though she would have liked to linger there and let him suck her tits, she wanted to carry forward her plan for him, and got off the chair. Sinking to her knees before him, Lorie untied the laces of his sneakers and removed them. She peeled his socks off, and slipped his jeans over his knees and feet. She saw the dark stain on his gray boxer-briefs caused by his leaking pre-come, and leaned forward to lick at the spot. Tom felt his cock grow stiffer, and a little moan escaped his lips. He reached forward to take Lorie's head in his hands.
"No, no," she said, "time for that later. Right now, we'll just leave these on. Now, stick out your arms."
Tom complied, silently. Lorie slipped a white terry-cloth wrist band over each hand. She'd bought them earlier in the day in the tennis section of the sporting goods store. She took Tom's hands and indicated for him to stand.
"We're ready now," she said, leading him down the hall, admiring his cock tenting the fabric of his briefs. She could make out the impression of the head against the damp spot she'd just been licking, and it made her pussy moist.
Tom had been to Lorie's house often enough to have a sense of where he was, and so he was surprise when they didn't turn into her room, but rather went into the second bedroom, a room he'd never had occasion to enter previously. Lorie backed him against the wall. A vertical bar--an exposed gas pipe perhaps?--pressed into his back.
"Put your hands behind you," Lorie commanded. Tom complied again. He felt Lorie's hands reach around his waist, and then head a clink of metal on the pipe. While puzzling over what might have made the sound, he felt the handcuff wrap his wrist over the sweat band. Now he knew the surprise, and though it frightened him just a little, it thrilled him too. He felt the other cuff snap shut and his cock twitched involuntarily.
"Okay, now, here are the rules," Lorie spoke, slowly and without emotion. "No talking unless answering a direct question or command. And if you do talk, you must address me as 'Madam' or 'Ma'am.' You are under my control, and you trust me, but if you think anything goes too far, just say your last name--that'll be our signal. Understand?"
"Yes," he said, quickly adding, "Ma'am."
"Good boy. Now, on your knees."
Tom eased himself to a kneeling position, sliding the chain of the cuffs down the pipe. He felt Lorie fit a leather dog collar around his neck and snap a leash to it, though he knew if was only for humiliation purposes--he wasn't going anywhere cuffed to the pipe. He wished he could adjust his cock straining in his briefs, but dared not ask. Tom felt the warmth of Lorie's body immediately before him, and he involuntarily attempted to reach out but was powerless. Lorie pressed her panty-clad cunt into his face.
"Eat me," she demanded.
Tom's tongue darted forth and he lapped at the damp cloth. He pressed his tongue into the fabric, pushing it between her hairless lips. Lorie kept her hands on her hips and leaned forward, grinding her pussy into his face. Tom wished he could slip her panties down and slip his tongue over her clit. He made a grab at the cloth with his teeth and Lorie jumped involuntarily, then relaxed to see what her would do. Carefully at first, and then with greater abandon, Tom chewed the material of her panties, pressing his nose against the hardening little bullet of flesh. He felt the elastic of the leg hole across his lower lip and tugged his head to the side, trying to slip his tongue past the soaked fabric. Lorie was entertained by his struggles, and smiled as she brought her hands up to casually play with her stiff nipples. She pinched them lightly, and a small jolt of electricity ran directly to her clit. Since getting them pierced, Lorie could make herself come just with nipple-play, but having Tom's straining tongue pressed against her pussy was so much better. When he finally got his tongue past the moist cloth to lick her slit, Lorie came for the first time. She ground her cunt into his face, her juice dribbling down his chin and neck.
"What a good dog you are," she said as her voice returned to her. "You like being my little pussy-slave, don't you."
"Oh yes," Tom replied, forgetting himself for the moment.
Lorie slapped his face.
"'Yes' what?" she demanded, slapping his other cheek.
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"You had better remember," she warned, "or next time I'll take it out on your ass. Now, stand up and let me see if you're ready."
Tom struggled to his feet. His cock was aching to be released, and only grew harder as he felt a dribble of her juice roll down his chest. He was sweating.
"Did you remember to wear what I asked for?" Lorie inquired.
"Yes, ma'am."
