She didn't respond to my text message until 2:55 pm. I sent it at 9am and it was so unlike her not to respond to my love shenanigans immediately. I found myself checking my phone, obsessively, like a lovesick schoolboy, disgusting myself...yet unable to stop. I wasn't worried, just feeling a bit neglected.
Finally, I heard the message alert I'd assigned to her: Zelda's Secret. That sound thrilled me, as it always did, and I checked it without hesitation or the expectation of anything out of the ordinary. Maybe she'd been busy and just realized that she wouldn't be able to get me when my Monday afternoon meetings started at 3.
I became more thrilled when I opened her text:
"You've been bad."
It was followed by a picture of an open book with a dog-eared page. That was followed by a picture of our bed. It was covered with a white sheet and illuminated by candles. Black leather restraints were hanging from each of the four posts, pointing toward a bottle of chocolate sauce lying dead center in the middle of a red heart. When I zoomed in I realized it was her scarf, the one she liked to use as a blindfold.
Another text:
"Your punishment starts now. Turn your phone to vibrate and put it in between your cock and your balls. Don't check it until after your meeting. Hope you're wearing tight underpants. Further instructions will follow."
I felt most of the blood in the upper part of my body drain into my penis, tenting my pants. I had to smile, that little minx knew full well I was wearing boxers. I'm the managing editor at a successful newspaper and Monday afternoons are my staff meetings. I was so excited by her game but I'm a professional, with a paper to run. I considered declining and was still staring at the message when yet another appeared:
"Stop thinking, Superman...slip it in. You know you want to."
I smiled again. She was right. And I love that she thinks I'm Superman.
I responded:
"I've been bad. I'll accept my punishment, Mistress"
I managed to get some control of my instant erection (I am Superman after all) and just managed to nestle my phone in the place she suggested when my 3 o'clock knocked on my door.
"Come on in." I called, belatedly realizing that I couldn't get up to greet my crime reporter without the phone falling down my pant leg. I grabbed a budget report from a pile and pretended to be studying it in earnest, when Harry walked into my office.
I looked up when I heard the door close behind him and gestured to the chair in front of my desk with a rueful expression on my face. "I'm swamped" I said, "Sit down." I grabbed my yellow legal notepad and reviewed my notes as the first text came in.
Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz. Instantly hard. Throbbing. Damn, so much for being Superman.
I have to admit that I don't remember much of the meeting. Harry was an ace reporter and needed little from me. I had a few story ideas that I may or may have not suggested, and I think I remembered to congratulate him on an exceptional article. Maybe. Every minute a message came in.
Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz
The phone was pressed up against the base of my shaft. I felt the vibrations shudder through my cock and tickle my balls. It was a whisper of a sensation, enough to arouse but not to urge on a climax.
Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz I
'd get a modicum of control and....
Zzzzzz...zzz...Zzzzzz
On and on...for twenty minutes. Harry seemed a little concerned as he wished me a good day but I assured him that I was ok, but feeling a bit ill since lunch...wondering all the while if he'd heard my phone. Another message vibrated it's was across my engorged gentiles. I said, "Keep up the good work" and the door closed behind him.
I fumbled my zipper down and fished the phone out of my pants. It was hot. So was I.
Twenty messages I was eager to view. This is how they read:
You hurt my book
Your ass is mine
But I must say
That ass is fine
Oh, Superman I love your smile
And I'll see it In a little while
Tied to the bed You'll writhe and beg
as I carelessly give you head
chocolate sauce on your hard cock
the time is soon
tick-tock, tick-tock
Her impromptu poem was followed by 4 selfies.
In the first she stood naked in a full length mirror. Smoldering eyes and deep tan lines, a saucy smirk on her lips...I wanted to reach into the phone and grab her.
In the second she was on her knees...my cock ached to pound her from behind.
The third was her licking chocolate off her finger. I may have drooled on my phone at that point.
The fourth was her, sitting like a lady, holding a tube of lube.
I looked at the rest of my staff notes. There was nothing that couldn't wait.
******
I drove home, feeling every heartbeat in my penis. There was a note taped to the front door. Three simple words: Assume the position.
Like Pavlov's finest hound – with those simple words – my cock jerked and a slither of precum oozed from the tip. I was a Dowsing Stick and she was my source of moisture. Even though it was late afternoon on a sweltering day, the bedroom was dim and cool.
The bed, the center of the room, was lit in blue. Clever LED lights embedded in posts that supported a mirrored canopy. Chain Links attached to the base of the posts. Long strips of the softest leather tied to them. The chocolate sauce waiting in a bath of hot water, a hint of her perfume in the air.
I stripped off my clothes and grabbed the scarf off the bed and tied it around my eyes before I stretched out on the sheet. My last glimpse of my dick before blinding myself was astounding. I was hard, so hard and a deep, angry purple. I wanted to fuck, to pound...to release...but that was not the game. I had to assume the position.
The moment I did, music began to softly play. And then she was there. On the bed next to me. Her scent overwhelming me, her fingertips tracing slow circles on my chest.
"You know what you did."
"I do."
"You know I HATE dog-eared pages."
"I do."
"Get ready." This was purred into my ear moments before a lubricated finger began to massage my taint.
It stroked up, under my balls and then down, to the edge of my asshole. Slow, slippery, disembodied strokes that left me wanting more; more physical contact, more friction, more of this woman so I blindly grabbed her and gathered her to me for a kiss. A kiss she returned as if she'd been hungry for me for always.
And then pushed me away and pinched my nipple. Roughly.
"You'll pay for that. No touching. You know better."
I felt her weight lift off the bed and strained to peek behind my blindfold to no avail. She tied my left wrist and ankle with nimble fingers. She traced one of those fingers over the tip of my cock before securing my right side.
When she was finished and I was bound completely, I felt helpless. I was at her mercy. And that excited me more than anything. I smelled her. Her subtly exotic scent laced with warm chocolate. I felt it. The chocolate, a degree above body temperature, coated my straining dick.
I was dripping with precum again and she made a guttural sound in her throat as she took me in her mouth. Finally, my cock was in a warm, wet hole. I almost came. And then she stopped. A groan of disappointment escaped me.
Then my mouth was filled with her pussy. I tasted just a kiss of chocolate, she probably spread her luscious lips before planting them on my face. Tiny bud of a clit, pressed hard, just within the circle of my lips. Unable to use anything but my mouth and my knowledge of her body I brought her to a gushing orgasm.