Manfred Wettington watched Sage leaving her apartment, holding hands with Figgins Clarke, her balding, geeky fiancée.
Manny didn't know Fig well, but in the few conversations he'd had with Sage while they were walking their dogs in the front of the building where she was his tenant, he'd learned that Fig was "intelligent and talented" and was a Computational Linguistics something-or-other...
But Manny could care less. He just LOVED Sage, who was as demure as a Jane Austen character, but with the looks of Betty Boop...they'd had great conversations! Figgins was a lucky man.
Sage and Fig reached Figgins's car, and held hands, looking at each other. Sage smiled inwardly.
After six years together, Fig gaped at her as if they'd been dating six weeks, and she was the head cheerleader, and he still couldn't believe his luck. He did, of course keep shifting from foot to foot...she'd given him a painful caning inside the house.
"Are you okay?" Sage smiled, her full lips almost beaming on her adoring fiancée. "I hate to hurt you, Figgy, but I told you to re-line the cupboards, and you don't seem to listen unless I use Mister Bouncy." Sage called her faithful bamboo Mister Bouncy because it jolted so alarmingly when thwacking Fig's bare buttocks...like a dance, it was.
Figgins winced, but looked at his beloved Sage with love. She was wearing a very snug tye-dye tee shirt, purple and pink swirls...not only did her boobs do it great justice, but they pulled up the shirt a bit, showing her little pink belly.
He had cried miserably as she'd whipped him, fifty times for his forgetfulness as he'd bit the pillow on their bed...but he loved her so!
Even when she'd ordered him to turn over, and she'd removed the little padlock to his Prince Albert chastity piercing and given his hard penis another ten to help him "focus" he'd just gazed with teary eyes at her heaving breasts in that hot little tie-dye shirt. What a wonderful girl she was!
After she'd whipped Fig's penis, she'd stroked it a bit, the blood streaming out of the pores, and she'd apologized sweetly for having to teach him a lesson like that...stroke stroke stroooke...and then she pulled her hand away, as always.
She'd re-locked his bloody cock, and he'd been so excited she pulled her panties down under her skirt, and let him lick her to an orgasm before left for work.
Oh God, he wanted her so badly. She hadn't let him have a release in 48 days, and it really hurt, he could feel his cock pulling against the cruel piercing in his pants right now (Sage didn't let Fig wear underwear) but he knew he had to wait the full sixty days! He was committed to pleasing his beautiful girl.
It wasn't easy for Figgins...Sage tied him down and teased him at least an hour a day, sometimes two, and had for the six years they'd been together. She was nineteen when they met, and he was twenty-five. He had initially told her about BDSM and his submissive desires, but she'd really been a quick study.
Within eighteen months, Sage had gone from sweetly blowing Fig in his '01 BMW to forcing him to fellate her high heel while her male cousins peed on his head! It had been amazing how quickly things had gone. And after she'd put him in chastity, his life had changed, but all for the better.
But oh, how he wanted to cum. He was surrounded by gorgeous young interns at work, and girls playing Frisbee outside, having lunch, all the tits and asses...but he was most attracted to Sage, his beautiful wife. He just couldn't get enough of her.
And she knew how to dress! Miniskirts, tight pink tops, sexy leather jackets in winter, and of course she had a collection of hugging sweaters to beat the band!
And she was always, except when in disciplinary mode, kissing and fondling Figgy, when they cooked together she'd lean over from where she was chopping shallots to put a tongue in his ear, and sometimes they'd neck during "Burn Notice" so he wouldn't get too attracted to the hot chicks on the show...
Sage often became annoyed when he nagged her...and she threatened sometimes to suspend the teasing sessions. "I think if I just kept you locked up, you wouldn't complain, but all the teasing seems to make you too bitchy and whiny."
But he'd begged her not to give up the teasing, and of course she never would. God Bless Sage!
Now he took Sage's hand, and looked soulfully in her eyes. "I-I promise to re-line the cupboards when I come home from work, honey.
I'm so sorry I disappointed you." He twinged again, she'd really singed the underside of his buttocks, in that tender spot between his butt and his legs. But he kissed her goodbye and painfully got into his car, pulling off.
Sage walked back to the building, whistling, and was only mildly amused to see the bespectacled, somewhat obese Manny Wettington outside, looking casual with his dog. Sage could tell, though that Manny had a few bucks, and he made her laugh when they talked outside. Sage's friend, Amory Blau, needed a nice guy in her life...but Manny had a few rough edges...she smiled as she approached him.
Manny babbled hello, and she stood while he gaped at her cleavage, and talked a bit, and then she gently asked him if he'd put his dog inside and come to her place, as she wanted him to try her peach cobbler.
Half an hour later, Manny and Sage were making out on her bed. Now Manny was out of his mind with amazement that this beautiful girl was giving him a bit of adultery..."You're so wonderful, Sage. I didn't know you felt this way about me."
Sage had removed her fabulous tye-dye T-shirt, and was just wearing a pomegranate-colored bra and her jeans, and Manny was completely naked, trying in his way to get her clothes off. Sage laughed thinking of "I didn't know YOU felt this way about ME."
Men were all such egotistical children, she thought as she endured Manny's sloppy tongue in her mouth, his hands fumbling in her cleavage. Necessary, but Sweet Jesus, just a lot of annoyance in SO many ways.
"You know, Manny..You're just the sexiest guy" Sage said, choking back laughter, "But you're a little grabby during lovemaking. You need to learn to let me do the touching. Let me try something..."She got the scarves out (handcuffs might have been too frightening) and tied Manny's wrists to the headboards of her bed.
Then she tied his ankles to the bottom headboards, and sat back, looking at him. His mouth was open, a big O, and she was amazed that such a person was owner of the building in which she lived. Manny had washed out of M.I.T. and then Buttermilk State U. and his wealthy parents had bought him an apartment complex...and thus he had status, if questionable.
