Angie treats Bob to a bondage session with a fucking machine. And she taunts him with thoughts of shemale sex while he's being fucked.
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Angie and I hugged while the strength returned to her legs. I used the time to ask her about her bondage experience and what she knew about bondage, safe words, and Top and Bottom.
She answered my questions openly, but we decided she didn't have enough experience for us to need safe words. She wasn't likely to push me anywhere near my limits.
Once her legs returned, I released her, and she went to the bathroom. I used her absence to move the gyno chair and fucking machine to the side of the Game room. We'd need to clean it before we put it away. Then grabbed a mop and cleaned the fluids from the concrete floor.
When Angie returned, we moved into the Furnace room, aka the toy store. I was enjoying myself, showing her all my fabulous equipment and paraphernalia. I'd pick up pieces and explain them to her: what I liked or disliked about them; what they were for; how to use them; etc. Over the years, I had picked up some items that I regretted purchasing - but I never threw them away - so some of the stuff in the room never got used.
I told her about my preferred positions - for self-bondage - and why I liked them. About toys I used and how they felt and caused me to orgasm. About my appetite for lingerie and latex and why they enhanced my enjoyment of my sessions. About pain and whether I enjoyed it and to what levels. And we even delved into some of my fantasy scenarios.
Angie was still parading around naked. She indicated that she liked being naked in front of me. She enjoyed the way I continued to look at her lustfully and the fact that she was making my cock hard.
All the equipment was now arranged and ready for my pending session. It was time to get started. I looked at Angie nervously - I'd never been a bondage slut in front of someone before. I was becoming anxious and wasn't sure I could do this. She seemed to understand.
She moved in and hugged me, just holding me for a minute. No talking, just her magnificent naked body press to my fully clothed body. Her strawberry-scented hair teased my nostrils. I inhaled and started to relax.
She released me. "Drop your gear, bitch. Time to get you dressed as my slut."
I looked at her with surprise.
"Hey, I watch porn, too. I know the dialog - now get naked, slut!"
I smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
"Mistress!" she barked.
"Yes, Mistress!"
I quickly pulled off my clothes and deposited them on the sofa. My back was turned, and the leather tip of a riding crop slapped my ass cheek, but as discussed, it was restrained and nowhere near my pain threshold.
"Fold your clothes nicely, bitch." Angie was apparently really getting into the part of Dominatrix.
"Yes, Mistress!" I quickly folded the clothes and deposited them on the sofa in a neat and orderly pile.
I turned and faced Angie, my hands in front of my cock. It had been a long time since I was naked before a beautiful woman with the lights on, and I was embarrassed. Angie didn't say anything; she used the tip of the riding crop to tap my hands and force me to drop them to my sides, exposing my raging hard-on.
"Very nice, pet," she mused. "Very nice indeed."
I smiled, but my entire body flushed a brilliant red from blushing. Angie stretched out her arm, palm up, and presented a pair of stockings she had apparently brought from the toy room. I took them and allowed them to expand - they were opaque white, with a row of large back polka-dots running down the back like a seam. They also had black Cuban heels and black tops with built-in elastic.
"Since we're gonna be fucking your ass like a slut, I want you to look the part. And since your legs aren't shaved, these should cover that unsightly hair." Angie explained. "Now put them on, and let's get you positioned."
I donned the stockings, giving her a show. Slowly sliding them up my legs. Spending time ensuring the dots ran down the back of my leg in a straight line. Then I caressed my leg, stretching it out in front of me like you see women do in the movies.
Angie laughed, a delighted little laugh, and smiled in appreciation.
I stood and moved to the bondage frame. It was a modified steel T-bar, to which I added a padded top and MagBound bases bolted to the ends. The padding made it comfortable, and the time-release restraints allowed for self-bondage. But today, we'd use the original built-in cuffs to restrain me.
I laid my chest and arms on the T-bar, and Angie fastened my wrists into the cuffs. I hadn't even thought about it. I was now restrained and at her mercy. A flash of panic flashed through my brain and must have registered on my face.
"Bob," Angie cooed in my ear, "please don't worry. You gave me one of the greatest gifts I've ever received, and now I hope I can return the favor."
She paused and moved to my other ear. "But that doesn't mean I won't torment and tease you - just like you did - you nasty little perv." Her words were playful and excited.
She chuckled and traced the riding crop along my back, over my ass checks, down the back of my stockings, and then up between my legs. There she stopped and tapped my dangling balls lightly with the leather tip. Tap, tap, tap. My cock bounced and throbbed, and I moaned my delight.
She paused for 15-20 seconds, then tapped again. Another pause. It was delightful torment. Crack! The tip of the riding crop whipped across both ass cheeks. I howled, more from surprise than from pain.
"You're supposed to thank me!" Angie snarled. "You've watched enough bondage to know that."
Shit! "Thank you, Mistress! I'm sorry for my lack of manners! I won't forget again." I cried quickly.
