It seems like I'm running a hundred miles an hour to her. Even though I belong to her, when I'm with her I'm free. The grass flies by my feet at blinding speed, making me feel like a low flying hawk, swooping in on its prey, although in this case, I would be considered the prey.
Her silhouette is gone from the window and the drapes are drawn. Where did she go? She was just there a few minutes ago.
"What are you doing Sebastian?" her voice comes from the shadows hiding the porch swing. "You can't show up unannounced. There's rules you must follow," as her silhouette stands and separates from the porch swing.
"I had to see you, if only for a moment. I couldn't resist after seeing you in your window as I was leaving," I say winded.
"That wasn't an invitation. What if Mr. Adleson saw you here this time of night?" as she steps into the light.
Already changed from her clothes she wore to dinner, she's wearing a silk robe, hanging loose in the front, exposing her perfect cleavage. She glides silently toward me on bare feet as her hair flows on a current unfelt. I can't imagine wanting anyone more than her.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Adleson. I don't know what I was expecting coming here tonight. It's like I'm a puppet having my strings pulled. I don't think before doing anything concerning you," I try to look down in shame, but instead my eyes soak in her silken form.
"You're in luck Sebastian, I wanted to see you. That doesn't mean what you did was right. I can be impulsive, you're not allowed, and for that you will be punished. Do you understand?" as she looks me over as well, but in a different way.
"Yes Mam," I say with a mixture of shame and excitement.
"Very good. Who do you belong to Sebastian?" looking directly in my eyes.
"I belong to you Mrs. Adleson."
"If you would like to see more of me, you will need to be trained and disciplined. Do you understand?" licking her lips.
"Yes Mrs. Adleson, I will do whatever it takes. I will do whatever you tell me to do," admiring her soft lips.
"I require total submission with no hesitation. If I call you anytime day or night you will drop everything and do exactly what I bid, immediately. Noncompliance will result in punishment," her perfume is hypnotic.
"What kind of punishment?" I ask intrigued.
"It's not the kind you'll like. Each infraction may result in periods of time I will not allow you see or touch me. I may make you go for long periods without being allowed to have an orgasm, not even by yourself. I know you would not lie to me, but if you did, I would know and it would not work in your favor. I may make you do something embarrassing like breaking the speed limit in a neighboring town while driving nude. I can be quite imaginative," she says.
"Wow, that's pretty harsh don't you think?" I ask.
"I believe in getting my point across, but I'll be fair. Now, let's get this straight, you don't make any of the rules, but If I feel like I have conducted myself unfairly with you, I will punish myself and you will bare witness to it," as she runs the back of her fingers down my cheek, sending electricity through my body.
"Very interesting. Will I have any input as to what your punishment might be?" I ask hopefully.
"Only if I ask. I assure you I will be harder on myself than I will be you and like I said, I have quite the imagination," as she walks behind me, placing her hand on my hip.
"Enough about that. What am I going to do about you showing up tonight unannounced?" her hands on both of my hips. She pulls me close. I feel her firm breasts against my back. Her hands meet at my crotch as she rubs the outline of my shaft through my pants, grinding her pelvic bone against my ass.
"Mrs. Adleson, you're...," I don't finish my sentence.
"Don't speak again until I give you permission," she unzips my pants.
Just as she tells me, I don't speak when she takes she off my shoes and socks, even as she pulls my pants slowly down my legs. It may be dark out here, but if a car turns the corner just right I'll be spotlighted. I wonder if Mr. Adleson is awake and if he might come to see where his wife is, but even as she unties my tie and unbuttons my shirt, I don't say a word. I don't do a thing to stop her as she crouches before me and slides my underwear down, carefully helping me step out of them.
Nervous, I'm also very aroused by the fact that Mrs. Adleson is fully covered by her robe and I'm totally naked and vulnerable outside where anyone can see if they were close enough.
A slight breeze brings goosebumps to my flesh as she carefully takes me by the hand to the porch swing. Pulling the belt from her robe, it hangs open, giving me glimpses of her nude form underneath. She motions for me to grip the top bar of the swing. When I do she securely straps me to it with the belt around my wrists.
I naturally test it by lifting my feet off the ground and dangling a moment, and manage to make it even tighter. If she wanted to, she could leave me here until the entire neighborhood found me in the morning.
The only light is a distant streetlight and a dim glow from a lamp in the nearest window. It's probably my paranoia, but I feel my skin is glowing and the whole neighborhood can see it. It adds to the excitement.
She stands back, admiring me for a moment, her open robe catching the light just right, offering me a beautiful view of her shaved pussy.
"Oh my Sebastian, I think you're enjoying this," looking at my erection bobbing in the air. "I'll be back," she turns, looking like a phantom as her silken robe flows behind her. She disappears through the front door.
It seems like an eternity, but probably just a few minutes. She quietly glides back holding something.
"Mmmm...you look delicious. So strange, remembering you rocking back and forth on it as a child, with your feet dangling. Now look at you, grown up and tied to it with a magnificent hard on just for me," she says holding something in front of her face. I realize what it is when it lights up. It's her phone and she's taking pictures of my nakedness. Highlighting it with each flash.
I'm tempted to tell her to stop before she attracts attention to us, but I can't go against her word, and her using me this way is making me really horny. She's using me and I like it.
My cock is throbbing for her as she keeps taking pictures, bathing my body in white light, spotlighting me for all to see.
She moves in, taking closeups of my dick, my face and even my ass.
"Oh my Sebastian, you're getting into this," as she concentrates on my cock. It's dripping, I can see it during the flashes.
She grasps it at the base, squeezing all the way to the head, milking it, taking pictures at each step. She puts it in her mouth and takes selfies from several different angles while sucking every drop.
"I can't take anymore, I need some relief. If you'll just be patient for a moment," she sits on the porch swing, placing the phone on the floor, opening her robe and laying down, her head on the opposite armrest from me. "I hope I'm not being rude, but this will only take a moment. Seeing you tied up and nude really gets me excited," she places her middle finger on her clit, swirling it. Squeezing her left breast, concentrating on the nipple, she arches her back while staring into my eyes.
Her body convulses just once, she stills herself with some effort and regains control. "Damn Sebastian, I almost came. I'm not going to try to stop it again. I want you to be ready for it when I do. I'm going to tell you just before I cum and when I do, I'm going to spray it all over you," as her other hand joins the one on her clit, shoving two fingers in her pussy, she gasps.
I can hear her getting wetter and wetter. She means business. She's going to cum soon and I will have her sweetness all over me.
The thought of it excites me. A car drives by, the lights grazing my skin. I don't care at this point. Mrs. Adleson is squirming and moaning. One of her legs on the porch, all the muscles taut and straightened, pushing her back, the swing frozen in it's highest position.
The wet sounds get really loud. She stares directly into my eyes, "Here's my cum Baby," she says between breaths, her voice raspy with desire, "Do you want it?
Shaking my head approvingly she arches her back in a painful looking position, grunts, and lets go.
Wave after wave of her hot cream arcs through the air splashing me, coating me. It feels like my skin is drinking it.
My shaft begins to tingle. Damn, I'm so turned on. I'm about to cum. I start thrashing trying to break free of my bonds. I must fill her sweet cunt, feel it wrapped around my hard cock and fuck her like she has never been fucked.
In a passionate rage I tip the porch swing over, knocking Mrs. Adleson to the floor as I slide her belt down the pole I'm tied to. Freeing it, I bring my wrist to my mouth and untie the knot with my teeth and turn to Mrs. Adleson, ready to fuck her sweet pussy.
"Oh Sebastian...," laying on the porch, seeing my desire and ripe cock, she spreads her legs wide for me as I walk toward her like a freed animal about to take revenge on their captor.
I get on my knees, heartbeat pounding in my ears, trying to calm my breathing. Just as I swirl the head of my cock into her slick folds about to shove it in, the living room light comes on, followed by the porch light. Holy fuck, I've woken up Mr. Adleson.
Scampering to my clothes on my knees, I shovel them up and slide off the side of the porch into the bushes.
"What the hell is going on...Margery? What are you doing out here? Why is the porch swing laying over. Are you okay?" Lowering a baseball bat.
Wow, she's quick. By the time I'm off the porch, peeking just over the edge through the bushes, she has her robe closed with the sash attached.
"I'm fine Louis. Just came out for some air. I think there was a a dog laying on the swing. When it took off it knocked the whole thing over.
I watch through the leaves of the shrubbery as Mr. Adleson scans the neighborhood before going back in with his wife in tow, nervously looking my direction.
Something keeps itching on the inside of my thigh. When I feel comfortable enough to look away from the front door as they're closing it behind them, I check to see what it is. HOLY SHIT!! It's a centipede, about four inches long, evil looking, and dangerously close to my dick. I fall backwards, flailing, trying to knock it off me.
The front door bursts back open, followed by hurried footsteps across the porch. I realize I'm laying on my back outside the other side of the bushes, completely nude about to be caught by an angry Mr. Adleson. I grab my clothes next to my feet and take off running, trying to take a path that will keep me out of his line of site.
