Evening on the Roof

Evening on the Roof

Author's note:

I am afraid I am writing this entirely from fantasy and have very little practical experience with how to conduct bondage or domination. Please do not take this story as a how-to guide. Though from my limited experience I would recommend knowing how to check for capillary refill and loss of sensation to avoid physical injury with actual bindings. If you need to learn knots I recommend starting with the clove hitch or two half hitches, knots for tying things to a hitching post.

Life can be awkward for an American living in Bangkok, Thailand trying to be work for a family-owned import export company from China. It started out as fun with my housemate and I doing lots of partying in wilder places such as Sio Cowboy, but we weathered challenges as well when the head office in China fails to send our pay. Recently our pay has been coming through but the orders have been less. Also, my housemate informed me that he will visit his family, the same family that owns the business, and will return in a month.

I will have the house all to myself. What will I do? We rent a row house together in the Latkrabang district. Why not bring my girlfriend over? I think we are boyfriend-girlfriend. My neighbor and I have a weird relationship. We meet when she caught me stealing from her and she now claims that she owns me. I seem to pay my debt to her with sexual acts, acts that I am willing to pay. Previously we kept all this a secret from everyone, though over time our relationship has become much more of a normal loving couple. Her friends now know me as her 'fan' or boyfriend. I just avoided telling my housemate that the neighbor was fucking me senseless.

With the house to myself it can my dominion to decide what we will do. So, I messaged Pim to my excitement, and she should come over after work. She works as a school teacher, often wearing a tan military style uniform with ribbons and shoulder boards. For a slender Thai woman, she can look intimidating especially when she pulls out her old fashion sword. The sword was an heirloom from her late father, a former policeman. He had taught Pim a thing or two about fighting.

Soon enough lots of excited smiley emojis appear on my phone signaling she will join me after work. It took a lot of focus to finish filling out the forms properly at the customs broker's office to send the current set of containers. I keep thinking of what I want to do to Pim in my bedroom. It may be a Wednesday and we both need to be at work early tomorrow, but that should not keep us from spending tonight together. Once I finish with the broker's office I decide to leave all other work till tomorrow, and zip home on my motor bike. I intend to make this night a memorable one.

With the hot muggy weather I have been sweating like a pig, so I take a quick shower before changing into more comfortable shirt and shorts. Soon the doorbell rings, announcing Pim's arrival. I open the door to the little brown beauty looking giddy as ever. She had not even changed clothes as she still wore a polo shirt bearing the monogram of her school, green in color for Wednesdays. She must be in a hurry since she still wore her straight mid-calf length skirt, not having changed into her tiny shorts yet.

"Hi, Mike," she says smiling while rocking from side to side.

"Hi, Pim," I reply pleased to see her pretty heart shaped face.

"May I come in," she awkwardly asked as I stood in the doorway.

"Oh, yes," I quickly stepped aside, waving her in. She slipped out of her shoes and walked in slowly looking from one side of the living room to the other, unsure of what she might discover. She has never been further than the front door of our house. Being that the layout is an exact mirror of the 3-story row-house rental she lives in, she should know what my place is like without seeing it. I decide to give her a tour anyway, just to be polite.

My house mate had scheduled a mae baan house cleaner to tidy things up each week for the past month. Before I considered a house maid a pretentious extravagance, now it was a relief that Pim was not witnessing the full bachelor mess. Past the living room there is a bathroom, and the kitchen, up the stairs past the landing there is a bathroom and my bedroom on the second floor. We pause there for a few moments while I show her the stuff I have accumulated, and the queen size bed I sleep on. The bedroom has air conditioning which is wonderful on hot days like today. The third floor has my house mate's bedroom, nothing to see. Last is the roof top, a flat open space bordered with a waist high concrete wall topped with a metal rail to keep people or things from going over the edge.

Some houses set up shaded covers on the roof tops and others grow potted plants. We hardly use our roof top except to hang laundry on a folding rack. Over a month ago my housemate and I imagined we could relax and watch the world below with drinks in hand like proper men, thus we put a couple plastic chairs and a small table on the roof. I probably had sat up there drinking twice, but the chairs and table were still there, dejected. Thankfully the house cleaner and swept the normally dusty outdoor space.

"Hey, Mike, could we eat dinner here on roof?" Pim suggested. The cement radiated heat from a full day of sun, but it would be romantic to eat and watch traffic go by on the street below. What boyfriend could refuse a romantic dinner on the roof top? An airplane headed for the airport flies overhead making me seriously consider an open air dinner.

"Ja gin a rai khrap, what would we eat?" Pim commonly cooks us both food now that she is not keeping me a secret from her house mate. Now we can explore cooking together at my house.

"Pat pong kuri," she tells me. "Do you have a rice cooker?" With that we get to work, I fill the rice cooker and get whatever Pim needs. She goes into a confident yet chaotic cooking frenzy. Soon the overpowering fumes of onion, garlic, chili, and vegetables stir fried together fill the kitchen. Pim talks about getting some cushions from her house for us to sit on.

"You put ahhan in bowl. You want to try to do thing exciting after dinner?" she asks before grabbing the cushions.

"Oh, I am always up for exciting sex," I reply imagining us on the roof top instead in the bedroom.

"Teh it very... very...," she paused not knowing the English word. Typing on her phone the word came up, 'challenge'.

"I am up for whatever," I let her know. What kind of challenging position is she thinking of trying? Not like I am a yogi.

"You are mine, Pim owns you," she says sternly, referring to she holds me forever in her debt because met with her catching me stealing. "But I need your promise, you know I love you, ru jak mai kha?"

I would like her to be loving me deeply on the cushions before for we eat. Of course, I know she loves me. "Yeah, of course you love me. And I love you too babe." Her eyes light up with mischievous joy.

"Bap nung, I get the cushion." She bounces off to her house to collect cushions which I am sure will be for more than just sitting on.

I cart the food upstairs to the roof. The table we have up there is a low plastic thing that matches the chairs in cheap plastic design but low enough it is better to on the floor with cushions for eating. We organize our rice, plates, spoons, forks, water, ice, and umbrellas propped between bricks for shade. Pim brings up two traditional rolled cushion mats, a green one and a red one, along with two white cotton ropes. The mat cushions are a common item. Imagine small cylindrical shaped cushions all connected together in a long row forming a long firm yet cushioned mat. Pim unties the fabric straps and unrolled the mats next to the table for us to sit on.

To the American butt, which is familiar with soft fluffy cushions, Thai cushions can feel hard or stiff, but it is definitely preferable to sitting on concrete. Rice is paddled out of the rice cooker for each person's plate and the bowls of stir fried vegetables placed in the center of the table so each of us can spoon out what we eat bit by bit, sharing the food together. Pim set some extra sliced chili peppers on the side in case things were not spicy enough for her.

Before we had started cooking all I could think about was fucking her. Now with the food on the table I find myself ravenously hungry. Pim devours her rice without much conversation. Sometimes she can be very focused on her food during meals, as though food holds an important place in life. Maybe we should appreciate our food. Then again, the occasional airplane fly over made deep personal conversation difficult.

"I am sorry. This evening, I want to... want to play with you." She must really have something in mind for it to interrupt her eating. "You have to play to, or I not have sex with you." But I had thought the playing was having sex? "I want to tie you with rope and play with you until I make you scream and come. You want to play?" That thick Asian accent made her sound both sexy and sinister.

The distant roar of an airplane forced us to wait for my answer. She is just a cute little Thai school teacher who likes to play with her phone and watching romantic comedies. Her tying me up and playing around would probably be a little kinky. But she has only done a few crazy things to me in the past.

"Sure, I could let you tie me up and do something kinky with me," I respond. A couple weeks ago we discovered that I get excited with a little pain, and now she often spanks and even bites me while going at me.

"I tie you with rope, we play. When I untie you, we stop playing. Teh eat your food. You will need your strength." She patted me gently on the knee. We finished the rest of our meal enjoying the view of the city scape and the airplanes approaching the airport. Pim poured me a tall glass of ice to drink which was refreshing considering the hot afternoon weather.

Pim starts to clear the table as we finish our food. "I am ready to start playing around right now," I say, pulling my little brown girl down onto my cushioned mat. Laughing she leans against me putting her hand on my stomach and holds it there long moment. Her hand rises up feeling my chest, before her eyes narrow as she shakes her head 'no'.

"No, I not play unless you tie up. It safer that way." She pushes herself off of me, and collects the dinner dishes.

"Safer? How is tying me up going to make it safer?" I ask.

"Yes, safe," she says as though answering 'yes' with a head nod answered the question. "So you not fall off the roof," she adds. An airplane roar hinders further questions as she departs with the dishes. I drink the remainder of my water unsure of whether I should help carry things downstairs or remain in place.

The wait starts to get awkward so I pick up the rice cooker to cart it down to the kitchen, only to be stopped at the stairs leading off the roof by Pim. She can act protective of certain tasks as though those tasks are her domain. Cleaning up after meals is one of those tasks. I just want to help out. Then we can move on to the playing with each other parts. She takes the rice cooker from me and bends down to set it on the table. When she stands back up she holds a rope in her hand.

"About time, I was starting to worry things would not happen," I express my growing concern. She pulls my wrist toward her. First, she took a loop of rope and wrapped it carefully around my wrist, then she pulled the loop up under the wraps toward my hand, followed by some kind of twist with knotting the loop around, and she stepped back holding the free end in her hand like a leash.

"How that feel?" she asked like it was a serious question instead of us playing kinky. It felt snug but not enough to cut off circulation. I am sure I could wiggle free from her complex wraps eventually.

"It feels snug. What's next? Do you need me to..." I got interrupted before I could finish my thought on what we should do.

"I own you. For as long as you tied up, you are mine to do whatever I want. I get to play with you and I will fuck you, I will fuck you up." She paused to let her words sink in. She was turning into a little dominatrix. Yet a dominatrix is supposed to wear leather studded lingerie and hold a riding crop, not a school polo with a long straight skirt. "I untie your hand," she taps my bound wrist, "playtime stops, we stop fucking around. Ok, na?"

"Ok, bring on the play, little plaything." I reach for her butt with my free hand, but she stops it before it reaches its destination.

"No, no touch me. I not tell you to touch me. First, I tie your hands... for your safety. Sit, sit on mat." She guides me to sit down on my mat. The table gets pulled out of the way. Standing at the rail she pulls on the rope pulling my hand to stretch out toward her. The rope is quickly hitched to the railing at the edge of the roof. She gives it a couple tugs cinching up the knot, ensuring it will hold. My hand still has some freedom of movement and can lay on the warm concrete, but I can not bring my hand to the mat.

She grabs the next rope and looks me over like a hungry cat eying prey. "Take shirt off." Her paws claw at my shirt helping my one free obediently pull my T-shirt over my head for her. With the right wrist tied, my shirt gets slid off my arm and along the rope. "Good boy," I am praised with a gentle touch to the chest.

"Hand, tung sai (left)" she demands my other hand. I guess she will tie me down to the mat, then climb on and fuck me. I hold my free left hand up to her. She ties the same kind of knot, that wraps around my wrist. Loose end of the rope gets looped three times around opposite rail and cinched down. I now sit on the mat with both arms loosely stretched out in opposite directions to my sides. I do not know knots, but it seems like she is just wrapping around things a bunch. I wonder how long before all the wrapping of rope comes unraveled.

"Lay down," she commands and I obey, laying on my back. "You relax?" she inquires.

"Oh, yes, I am relaxed. I am ready." I wiggle my body around on the mat, ready for her to pull my pants down and get to work.

She pinches my right thumb hard on the thumb nail and holds it for a couple seconds. The pain makes me flinch slightly. Since I am laying on my back maybe she must cause pain in a way other than spanking. She does the same to my left thumb watching my fingers closely. Finally, her attention turns to my face.

"You strong, kang rang mai kha? Show you can escape. Be strong." She wants me to undo her handy-work, no problem. I try twisting my hands around thinking they will wiggle through the ropes or the wrapping will come unraveled or the hitches will tug loose or... For all my twisting flipping yanking rubbing I gain almost nothing. The knots seem to be tightening not unraveling. The wraps on my wrists have me confused as they are not slip knots constraining my veins, and not just a simple winding rope randomly around my extremities. Pim had tied a binding knot that was not coming undone.

Pim beaming with pleasure knowing she had securely bound me. She grabs the hair on the top of my head holding my head in place leaning into my face. "I have you. You must do whatever I ask or suffer consequence." Yanking my hair forced open my mouth where she placed her rough and sudden kiss not allowing me an option to respond. Thinking we would continue our physical 'struggle', I swung my leg around to try to grasp her waist, yet she had already pulled away. I was left flopping on the mat by myself.

"You think you can just tie me up," I say to play along. "Come on you dirty little girl, get down here! Is that all you got!" I pull against the ropes for added effect. Pim scoffs at my words.

"That is not how this work," she corrects me. "You do not tell me what to do. When you tie up, you do what I tell you. If you are not able to do what I tell you, you will be punished. Anytime we can stop, you say 'untie me' and yut len we stop all play and I not fuck you up." She let the rules sink in. "You want to get fucked?" I nod 'yes' accepting that I will play along.

"I do what I want with you," she continued as she folded up the umbrellas exposing me to the merciless sun. "It just heating up for you. I need you hot and sweaty." With that she picks up the rice cooker and walks away leaving me on the roof.

"Hey! You're just going to leave me!? What about sex!?" I yell only to be drowned out by the roar of an airplane.

While late afternoon, the sun light is hot on my body. I can not rest my arms on the cement roof for too long before the conductive heat starts to burn. The cushioned mat insulates from the hot concrete surface, yet even the mat is warm. Just like she desired, I was sweating. How many more minutes or hours before the sun would set? I could not remember. But even after the sun will disappear the concrete would continue to radiate heat.

Airplanes fly overhead. How long has Pim been gone? Is this her idea of sexy, leaving me tied to the roof by myself? I am doing nothing; no groveling, no begging, no lude acts of submission, nothing. My brain starts to run faster and faster.

I am not even blindfolded. I can move my head around and see whatever I want. I try to sit up and struggle to prop myself up with my elbows. The low wall around the edge of our roof makes it nearly impossible for neighbors to see me if they come up to their roofs. What are the chances someone would come up and see me? Jet engines roar clearing my thoughts.

"Pim! Nong Pim!" I yell hoping she will hear me. I do not know how far my voice can be heard into our houses. "Come on Pim! I am ready! Whatever you got for me, bring it!" I wiggle to remove the numbness from my butt. Where could she have gone? Sweat drips down my face. "Pim! Pim!"

"Chai kha," a soft quiet voice answers my screams. Somehow, she had silently approached without me hearing and stands lording over me. Thankfully she returned.

"Ok, my beautiful master," I say hopefully acting my part. "You are not going to force me to do anything dirty are you?" She smiles kneeling next to me.

"Drink water, gin nam," she commands. She holds a water glass with a drinking straw and helps prop my head up so I can drink. I am glad to have a refreshing drink of ice water. She lets me drink until I cough on the water, spilling some down my front. She carefully sets the water glass aside as I cough some more.

Lazily her fingers reach out touching water spilled on my stomach. She rubs her fingers together feeling water mixed with my sweat in her finger tips. Pleased with what she finds, her fingers take pleasure exploring my abs and chest. I have been doing more planks and push-ups, giving her plenty of muscle to caress. Those finger tips stop at my nipple rubbing it a little, then pinching and twisting it. She did that a few times making me grit my teeth.

"You like that, chop mai kha?" she asks pinching the other nipple.

"Oh yes, I like that," I grunt as she hurts me.

"You like pain?" She lays herself down next to me, putting her body against mine.

"Yes, I like that pain." She kisses my neck, slowly suckling, then biting. That is going to leave a mark. She grinds her crotch into my thigh. I feel her hand moving down my body into my shorts. That hand confidently finds my cock, comes down and grips my balls with ownership. Balls in hand she bites my shoulder grinding her clothed body into me.

She mutters softly into my ear, "Ah wah! Feel your sweaty body. Feel your sweaty balls. Feel your sweaty cock." She starts to slide her hand up and down my cock. When will she pull my pants off and slide more than her hand on my cock?

"Oh yeah, I am your sweaty boy. What do you want this sweaty boy to do?"

"Are you sweaty? Are you hot?"