Food 05 - Roped and 'branded'

Roped and 'Branded'

Friday night. I arrived home... late, hungry, and horny. My Girl was in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti and meatballs.

Not

the Tex-Mex steak meal we had discussed this morning.

"Not Tex-Mex?" I asked with a bit of mock exasperation. I sidled up to her and wrapped my arms around her bare midriff. Smooth, soft, flawless skin. I nuzzled her neck, my 5 o'clock shadow tickled her. I slid my hands under the crop top to cup her breasts. She doesn't normally wear a crop top. I got in a few squeezes of her breasts, then firmly cupped my hands under her tits and pulled upward. My Girl went on her tiptoes, leaned back against my chest, and moaned deeply. I moved my right hand to caress her right jawline to pull her head back. She leaned her head back eagerly so I didn't need to apply any pressure. My mouth slid from the nape of her neck to her throat, my tongue leaving a wide wet trail. I kissed her throat hungrily, then locked onto her mouth for a long passionate kiss... the kind we call a 'rodeo kiss' because it has to last at least 8 seconds. Her tongue pulsed and darted in time with the hard squeezes and pulls my left hand was applying to her left nipple. Her nipples were already pert and popping through her crop top before I started this embrace so I knew my hard nipple work was welcome... needed even. She squirmed away giggling. "I have a special night planned for us," she said. "Tex-Mex steak would take too long to prepare and eat. I'd be tired and full before

you

had a chance to tire me out and fill

me

."

"Don't worry about no Tex-Mex I said. I'm so hungry, I'll eat anything... and then

you

for dessert."

"Is that a promise?" she asked. I slapped her right ass cheek hard. My Girl jumped a little but smiled. She likes a good ass whuppin'.

"Yes, and I'll more than just eat your pussy ..." I stopped mid-sentence. I just noticed there was a Caesar salad on the table, but no red wine or garlic bread. "No wine or garlic bread?"

"There is red wine in the dining room, I didn't get to the grocer to get garlic bread. We get enough carbs from the spaghetti as it is."

("OK," I muttered to myself, "My Girl needs some serious discipline tonight!").

"I'll get the wine," I said.

"No, let's eat here in the kitchen tonight. I want milk with the spaghetti... healthier. We can have the wine later in our bedroom...

after

our playtime.."

OK, that worked better for my plans tonight, anyway ... no alcohol with dinner. That means rough sex in the dining room... then wine during the aftercare.

"I'll go get dessert from the bar fridge in the basement."

"You made dessert?" she asked in a tone that purred.

"Yes. Yesterday... a surprise ... so don't ask."

***

We keep most of our bondage equipment in the basement, in the room that's starting to shape up to be our dungeon. I grabbed some lengths of rope, then took the key lime pie I made from the bar fridge and put it in a Tupperware container, then put that in a camping cooler along with some ice. I wanted the pie to remain chilled. And didn't want it to get smooshed before it's

supposed

to get smooshed.

On my way up the stairs, I remembered the pool noodle that was part of my plan. I grabbed the pool noodle and then headed back up the stairs, feeling my cock getting firmer with anticipation. I peeked through the door and when My Girl's back was turned I zipped into the dining room and put the items in a corner out of sight.

I sneaked back into the kitchen.

"What are you up to?" she inquired, one eyebrow cocked.

"What do you mean?"

"You're sneaking around. You're up to something."

"No, I just was checking on... things. I want us to have a perfect night. Oh, when will spaghetti be ready?"

"Just putting the pasta in the pot in a few minutes. Say 10 minutes 'til serving."

"OK. I'll go upstairs to wash up," I fibbed.

In the master bath, I turned on the sink, and then under cover of the noise from the running water I rifled through our bedside toy drawer. I noticed the toy drawer had a few new items - a new anal plug and new "double special latex panties," featuring a built-in dildo and anal plug

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. I also noticed My Girl had hidden a few ropes behind the headboard of our bed. She was obviously planning for some bondage and anal fun tonight in our bedroom.

*

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[Our extensive latex clothing collection includes four sets of latex panties for My Girl. A transparent pair of latex panties, a red pair of crotch-less, a black pair with a built-in dildo ('front special'), and a black pair with built-in inflatable anal plug ('rear special'). The new black latex 'double specials" are a welcome addition. My Girl loves being spanked in latex and the inserts add special internal sensations to her experience. ]

I put the new 'double special' latex panties in the shaving kit bag we use for our toys when we travel. I also grabbed My Girl's mini bullet vibrator, silicone lube, and the new anal plug, and put them in. Now over to my sock drawer. I pulled out a new ball gag, a black latex eye shade I had made, and two tubes of lipstick I bought last night—a matte red and a matte black. Also, a tube of red lip gloss and a tube of black lip gloss. Into the toy bag with them all!

***

Back down in the kitchen, I shuffled up to My Girl at the stove, stepped up close behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and started nuzzling the small of her neck again. She was enjoying the playful, gentle cuddles, but I knew that deep inside she was longing for a real ass pounding tonight. I now gave her left ass cheek a hard smack, to balance the previous smack on her right. She's the one who got me into impact play.

At that moment, I look down the length of her back and ...Fuck!... what do I see peeking out of the waistband of her tight jeans? She's wearing 'granny underwear'!

My Girl knows my rules about the kind of panties I want her to wear: shiny, preferably black. If she wants variety, the panties can have lace, they can have a split crotch, they can be thong, but they must be shiny, smooth, sexy material! (I lost the battle for her to wear latex panties

all day

at least once a week. "Nope! I love 'em, but I'll only wear them for an hour max. You pick the hour!" she had negotiated.)

So, what

are

'granny underwear', you ask? Practical, brushed cotton ("fuzzy!") underwear, maybe white, maybe polka dotted, or striped—as today's 'grannies' were: black, gray, and white pinstripes. The wide kind of panties that cover her entire ass like cheap wallpaper. I grimaced. These underwear have seen their last day caressing My Girl's pussy and ass! I think she was deliberately trying to piss me off...

***

Over dinner, we made small talk, but she could tell I was smoldering under the surface. (I wasn't mad, really... but I was thinking up additional devious "punishments" for tonight for My Girl. I was getting incredibly horny. My Girl rarely acts like a brat, but I think she enjoyed knowing she had got me going tonight.

I enjoyed dinner immensely. Food and sex are two of life's great pleasures. I'll live in the moment eating dinner, despite the hardness of my cock as evidence that my brain was interested in something other than food.

I'm gorging on pussy and ass for dessert tonight—but only after it's been properly marinated and tenderized.

***

My Girl started clearing the plates from the kitchen table. "They can wait," I growled. "Into the dining room My Girl. You've been a bad girl. I know you think you're getting an 'ass pounding' in the bedroom tonight. No way. Granny underwear! You know the rules."

She looked crestfallen.

I re-stated: "We're eating dessert in the dining room, then the evening is over!"

My Girl looked mystified when she stepped into the dining room. I had cleared the tablecloth and table pad from the shiny, cold cherrywood dining table. "Stand at the end where I sit," I commanded. She meekly complied. I had moved all the chairs out of the room earlier to the attached living room. I stood behind My Girl at the head of the table and lifted her crop top over her head, undid her bra, let them both drop to the floor, and kicked them away to the wall baseboard. I undid her jeans and pulled them down, roughly. I kicked them to the wall baseboard next to her bra.

"Okay, My Girl. Bend over the table." She obeyed. Her hips were just at the height of the table so that bending over she had to slightly tiptoe to lay her torso on the table. "The table's cold on my tummy and tits" she whimpered. (My Girl likes to stay toasty—she keeps the house warmer than I like).

"Don't worry, My Girl. Things are gonna get plenty hot for you shortly. Put your hands above your head." She obeyed. I quickly tied each wrist and pulled firmly to tie each arm to its closest table leg. I next went to the head of the table, then kneeled to push her legs a bit further apart. I pushed my face into her pussy and ass. I figured I may as well get a good whiff of her fragrant aroma while I'm down here—despite having to nose into 'granny underwear'. She wriggled with excitement and I could tell she was getting wet. The marinating was starting.

"You know I'm slightly pissed about the spaghetti dinner instead of Tex-Mex, as we had agreed upon. And geez, no garlic bread! But that's minor... it's the granny underwear!"

"Sorry..." was all she could whisper. Not a very convincing apology, either.

"Well, some serious discipline is in order. Close your eyes."

She obeyed.

I pulled out the latex blindfold I had made. (Cut it to shape myself using one of those sleep masks they sell so you can sleep on a plane.). I tied the blindfold around her head but didn't pull the blindfold over her eyes just yet. We're both crazy about the smell of latex. I could tell more marinating was going on at the pussy-side of the table.

I got the ball gag and placed it on the table next to her face, which she had turned to the left, resting her right cheek on the table. My Girl loves a ball-gag firmly in place while I'm pounding her ass. ('Pounding her ass' is the phrase

she

came up with, not me). With the gag in place, she can moan, scream, and cream with ecstasy

knowing she won't disturb the neighbors. (By ecstasy I don't mean the drug 'ecstasy'; I mean the fucking intense pleasure from intense fucking.)

After she was getting excited anticipating the ball gag tied in place, I had to deliver the bad news. "But no ball-gag for you, My Girl,--not tonight. Bad girls don't get everything they want. I have a different gag in mind for you!" Then, I chuckled.

"No panties, please!" she begged.

We learned early on that My Girl doesn't like panties (or any cloth) stuffed in her mouth. It's not that she feels like she's choking; it's that she doesn't like the dry mouth feeling until her saliva can saturate the cloth. And the dry mouth seems to delay saliva production for a long time, so the cloth gag stays dry. I was skeptical, but her responding argument was "No saliva, no juicy blow jobs!" I changed my mind rather quickly about using cloth gags. But not tonight. Cloth was going to fit perfectly in my plans.

I reached down to her now thoroughly drenched pussy, and gave a little rougher squeeze of her pussy lips than necessary. She moaned with pleasure. Then I gave a sharp finger flick to her pussy pearl. I had felt her clit was firm and engorged when I fingered her seconds ago, and she gasped and writhed in pleasure from the sting of my finger flick. I reached under the elasticized left leg hole of the 'grannies' and fingered the wet folds of her pussy. She was dripping. Yep, marinating nicely. I licked and sucked her pussy flower nectar from my fingers.

I had placed EMT scissors within reach of her right hand for bondage safety. But I needed them now. I walked to her right hand. My Girl turned her head to see me take the scissors. Then I walked back behind her and stepped up close behind her pushed-out ass. I slid my left index finger through the left leg hole across her ass until I reached the right leg hole. I pulled up hard enough on the cotton gusset of the 'grannies' so that the front of her pussy got a wedgie 'camel-toe'. More gasps from My Girl.

I cut the 'grannies' from right to left just above the seam where the gusset joined at the back panel. The gusset dropped slightly but remained wedged in the folds of her pussy. I then cut a vertical line along the back panel of the granny underwear, using her ass crack as a guide. The 'grannies' fell to each side of her hips once I cut the waistband. I pulled the gusset away from her pussy, then tugged the gusset harder to pull the rest of the 'grannies' from under her body. The ends flowed under her hips, gathered under My Girl's pubis then rubbed along her clit until the 'grannies' popped free. I could tell she had loved the friction by the way she was rocking and grinding her mound against the table edge.

I walked around to the head end of the table to show her the cut 'grannies'. I held the ends of the panties by the waistband where they had once joined at her ass crack. The pussy-wet gusset hung heavily, making the 'grannies' look like a crude letter 'T'. Pulling the two ends apart, I swung the 'grannies' like a skipping rope to wind the gusset around the stretched fabric of the body panels until the gusset was wound around and the 'grannies' resembled a rope with a thickened center zone. "You know...(I paused for effect)... your pussy made these quite wet, so you have a head start until your saliva soaks into them to make it a bit more comfortable. Think about it."

I placed the improvised 'grannies' gag on the table just in front of her nose and mouth so she could confirm by sight and smell that they were indeed quite wet with her juices. She groaned at the thought of the undies gag.

I sauntered over to the sideboard and opened the wine. I poured a half-glass. I was in her sight line. I could see her looking with apprehension. My Girl

really

does not like cloth gags. I was about to take a sip of the wine before walking over to her to hold the ends of the 'grannies' gag together and dip the swollen gusset center in the wine glass to absorb the wine. "Pussy-flavoured wine! I'd buy it!" I thought.

Then I had a better idea. I lowered the latex blindfold over her eyes, then walked to the side of the table next to her right side. "Don't gasp, don't move," I ordered.

I poured some wine into the hollow in the small of her back. My Girl gasped and moved—both barely perceptible, so I overlooked this 'infraction'. She hadn't moved enough to spill any wine. I dipped the swollen middle section of the 'grannies' gag in the wine pool on her back until it had absorbed all it could. I sucked and licked the small amount of wine left in her back hollow, then went to her to apply the gag. I stuffed the red wine-soaked ball of gusset into her mouth. I could hear her sucking greedily to enjoy the wine, her cheeks moving despite the gag that was now tied behind My Girl's head. I think the wine was going to stimulate lots of saliva flow.

I had yet to tie her ankles to the table legs at the head of the table (technically now the 'ass end' of the table). But first a few final touches!

I removed from a small camping cooler, now used as a warmer, a quite warm "icy/hot" first aid bag used for sports injuries. I walked to her right side and lifted her torso so I could slide the warm pad under her right tit. It was a bit warmer than she likes, but not dangerously hot. A gasp, then a moan of minor protest. Not that the protest would change things. "Don't worry. The pad will cool eventually. But first I'll average the temperature."

I pulled the chilled key lime pie with whipped cream topping from the ice-filled cooler. I went to her left side, ordered her to roll to the right, then gave a gentle lift of her torso for greater clearance. I slid the ice-cold pie under her left tit and pushed her down into it. A loud, muffled squeal of shock! erupted from My Girl. Then she clamped her mouth tightly. She was trying hard not to call me names.

"Don't worry," I said, "you'll be getting hot enough soon that you'll forget about the pie—you'll warm it up, even!"

Back at her pussy, I was kneeling, about to start tying her ankles, but first sneaked in a long lingering sniff of her pussy and ass, my nose just barely grazing her. "The pool noodle," I thought. I almost forgot it before doing the ties. I grabbed the 2-foot length of pool noodle that I had sliced halfway through lengthwise along one side. I lifted My Girl by the hips and wedged her up with my left hip. My stiff swollen cock enjoying the pressure against her inner right thigh. Meanwhile, I slid the slit pool noodle onto the edge of the table to make a bumper guard.

I set My Girl's hips back down on the pool noodle. Her hip bones snuggled into the soft ridge formed by the pool noodle, her outstretched toes now an inch from the floor, and only one more thing to do ...

I puta remote-control bullet vibrator snugly in the hole I had drilled in the pool noodle. The vibe was now in firm contact with My Girl's clit. I pushed down firmly on her hips with my palms to get her centered on the vibe and she moaned in ecstasy. (OK, quarter-ecstasy. I'll be taking her to full ecstasy ... eventually... and on my terms and schedule, not hers.). I hit the remote in my right hand and the vibration jolted her whole body! (Maybe half-ecstasy now? ... I don't really know what's going on in her mind—I wish I did!)

"OK," I said, "it works!"

I turned the vibrator off. A groan of disappointment drizzled from My Girl's gagged mouth.

"Don't worry My Girl. You

might

get the vibe again later, but it's back-up. I'm hoping you won't need it.

"First, you need to hold really still for your branding."

She stiffened and I could hear a yelled but muffled, "What the fuck!".

I grabbed her left ass cheek with my right hand and squeezed really hard. I could see her soft perfect white ass flesh pillowing up between my fingers. "Quiet," I hissed. "I'm not

really

branding you—not with a hot iron, anyway."

Her mouth softened somewhat in relief, but I could tell from the remaining facial tension that she had questions. "I guess you're thinking 'What the fuck am I going to do to you?" That right, My Girl?"

She nodded in agreement.

"It'll hurt plenty ... but you'll enjoy it, love it, savor it!" I hissed.

I gently caressed her ass cheeks, to soothe her, warm them a bit (the cool air and fright of "branding" had raised goosebumps) and well ... I just love smoothing and caressing her beautiful well-formed ass with just that right amount of baby fat over her well-toned glute muscles. (My Girl weight trains.)

"Now, I need you to hold very still..." I was on my knees now, my face inches from her left ass cheek, with me concentrating on her as my 'blank canvas'.

Occasionally I'd veer my face to the right to get a better whiff of her pussy and ass, but as the night progressed her pussy was so well marinated that My Girl's pussy fragrance filled my nostrils from a yard away. And with muted 'top notes' of her ass fragrance...

Unable to control my animal lust I wedged my face in between her ass cheeks. Pushed the tip of my nose hard against her sweet puckered ass and breathed deep. My tongue darted to her pussy. I pushed in hard with my tongue, mostly to get her flavor. I couldn't quite reach her clit when my nose was pressed to her ass. But my goal here was to build her anticipation of my tongue on her clit. I wanted to get her

really

amped up.

As I was pulling away I had an irresistible urge to push my tongue in her ass. So I did. My tongue gave her ass long, deep, powerful thrusts. My Girl moaned more deeply than ever and wiggled her ass and hips. I wanted to fuck her brains out then and there.