It was a long, long day at work, with several major changes in the company's strategy to get toward its overall goal even faster. This, of course, meant that I had some extra work to do, so I left the office two hours later than usual. With my girlfriend visiting for a few days, I called her cell phone just before I left, primarily as a courtesy to her.
The long bus ride home was made even longer by the first bus being late, so I missed my connection and had to wait an extra twenty-five minutes. Then a major traffic accident forced us to sit and wait for emergency personnel to arrive on-scene to direct the traffic and attend to the victims. Then, one mile from home, the bus broken down (it sounded as if the driver had inadvertently stripped the gears), so instead of waiting for a replacement bus, I simply got off the bus and walked the final mile to my tiny studio apartment.
I practically dragged myself to my apartment door, the Tucson heat still quite warm this late in the day. I was sweaty, I was thirty, I was tired. All I wanted was a long shower, and then perhaps a lengthy massage by my girlfriend's soothing hands. Amazingly, I was not even hungry, despite the late hour; the sun had already set long before, and darkness was nearly complete upon the city.
There was no light showing through the blinds, but I assumed my girlfriend was simply watching TV in the dark. If not for the unmistakable sound of the air conditioning unit, I would have thought she was out somewhere. I figured that at this hour, if she had cooked dinner for us, she had already eaten and put away the leftovers. With a sigh, just thankful that this was Friday and thus I had two days off, I put my key in the door.
When I opened the door, I was pleasantly surprised. She had found a blue light bulb I had forgotten about, and had replaced one of my regular light bulbs with it, casting a soft blue glow across the apartment. She lay on her back upon the bed in the center of the tiny studio apartment, wearing only tiny, elegant earrings, and my favorite skimpy black thong.
I stopped and drank in the vision of stunning beauty before me, the door still open so that anyone walking by would also see her near-nudity. She smiled, and suddenly I felt all my weariness and concerns from the day melting away. There was also the scent of mint coming from the oil diffuser across the apartment, the scent almost instantly working to further my alertness to the sweet presence on the bed before me.
She lay upon the bed, her limbs stretched toward the four corners, not very subtly mimicking the position she assumes when bound to the bedposts. I considered this for a moment, then stepped inside the apartment and closed and locked the door. Not a single word was said as I set my belongings down next to the computer desk, and immediately took up her "suggestion," securing her to the bedposts with the padded cuffs, the tethers already secured tightly to the bedposts.
"This is what I needed," she whispered as I secured the final cuff.
I reached for the black leather blindfold and applied it to her beautiful eyes, casting her into absolute darkness. Stepping back from the bed, I gazed upon her once more.
"Where is it?" I finally asked softly.
"In my carry-on bag, in the front zipper pocket."
She knew exactly what "it" was. Spying the carry-on, I opened the front zipper pocket and located "it:" the vibrator I had given her several months earlier as an out-of-the-blue gift.
"Is there anything in particular that you want tonight?" I asked quietly, turning back toward my bound girlfriend.
"Yes," she replied softly. "I want you to fuck me and use me like a cheap whore."
She smiled at her own words, then her smile grew wider as I stroked her through the crotch of her thong. A contented sigh escaped her dainty lips.
"You want to be used like a cheap whore? What if I have other plans for tonight?"
"That might be nice as well," she replied, her breath already giving signs of her growing arousal as I continued to stroke her through the dampening thong. "But what I really need is a good, hard, fierce reaming."
"I see." My fingers pressed a little harder as I continued to stroke her, still holding the vibrator with my free hand. "But what if I decide to take your mouth instead? or beat you with my belt? or bite you so hard all over your body that the marks last for days? Now that you are secured to the bedposts, how you do plan to make me ream you?"
My girlfriend's playful pout is typically really sexy, as in her reaction to my last question.
"What if all I want to do tonight is simply watch you struggle in your bonds? What if I simply spend the evening giving you one lengthy massage instead? What then?"
"Please, Master, please take me hard," she begged in her whiny "little schoolgirl" voice. "Break me in half with Your massive cock!"
"That is indeed tempting," I admitted, "but not quite what I have in mind at the moment."
She strained wonderfully against the tethered cuffs, her breasts shaking mesmerizingly in reaction to my sudden slap between her thighs. If not for the thong, her freely-flowing love would have splattered all over her thighs and my hand and arm.
"Spank this unworthy slut's pussy, Master!" she uttered. "Punish me for being so naughty!"
"No," I said firmly, withdrawing my hand from her body and reaching toward the various items atop a nearby bookcase. "Instead, you need to be punished for mixing third- and first-person in reference to yourself."
"Huh? Nnnng!!!"
She just barely kept from screaming as the heavy leather whip suddenly graced her chest. I laughed softly at the bewildered expression upon her face.
"I wonder... Should I continue aiming for your chest, or perhaps should I aim lower?"
"Please, Master, anything for You, Master! Punish Your unworthy slave, Master!"
