It was a warm fall day and you were dying to get home from work. It is Labor Day weekend and you felt entitled to 3 days off and a night in Portland with absolutely no distractions between us. They let you off early so you could catch the train and miss the traffic. Your mind wanders to and from and in and out of consciousness. The plan for this evening has been forming in your mind for months. In your mind you can see the pre-cum leaking from my cock as you take me to the edge repetitively without cessation or satisfaction. You know exactly what you will do.
You enter our place and drop your keys loudly. I smile and saunter up to you. You shake you head and stick your hand down the front of my shorts. You know I've been playing with myself all day long and have cum a couple of times. At one point I interrupted you right before a meeting to make you listen to me cum while I jerked off to videos of you playing with yourself. This partially annoys you.
"Come with me," you say leading me towards the bedroom. You set it up the way you wanted it before you left, knowing I would be too confused or too lazy to rearrange it. There is a stool in the center of the bedroom. You tell me to strip. Thinking nothing more than that I am going to get laid, I strip quickly. Little do I know what is in store. Once naked, you reach down and feel my hardening cock. It feels rough and dry. "How many times did you stroke yourself today?" you ask.
"Three times, once after I woke up, once on the phone, and once on the Internet." You tell me to get some lotion so you can soften me up a bit and so you can stroke me off. I do so. When I come back you have two sets of fur-covered restraints in your hand.
"Stand here," you order pointing to the floor in front of the stool. I move there quickly, liking where hand cuffs and lotion is taking me. You tell me to spread my legs and you kneel in front of me. I can feel your face hovering near my cock. You breathe on it to distract me as you attach the restraints from my ankles to the legs of the stool. You smile up at me and laugh, one set of restraints on.
You pull my arms behind my back and attach the restraints to each wrist ensuring that the restraints are routed through a vertical bar in the back of the chair. You have me immobilized and you step back to admire your handy work. You rub some lotion between your palms to give me the illusion that you may satisfy me quickly, or even slowly but in the near future. You relish my gasp as your soft hand makes contact with my cock and begins to stroke it in a pulling fashion. You bite your lip and continue to stroke me until I am good and hard. I start to nod to let you know that you are doing it right and that if you continue you will make me cum. You smile and turn around and walk out.
Stunned I hear you start to cook dinner. I am amazed and start to try to move around with my hands and feet attached to the stool. You hear the noise and come in to settle me down. To this end, you drop to your knees and lick me once from the base to the tip of my cock. You promptly stand-up and look me straight in the face, grabbing my chin, you tell me that if I fall you are not going to untie me all night and nor help me up. With that you turn-about and walk out of the room to continue dinner.
About a half hour later you return to the bedroom and start stripping. I can hear the TV blaring. You are naked in front of me, and you turn around pressing your sex into my hard cock. You reach between your legs and stroke the underside of my cock with your fingers while you moistening pussy lips massage the top half. You turn around to face me and pull my cock so that it points towards the ground and then you step in close, slowly allowing my cock to point up to the sky. I feel the electricity and approach of my own orgasm as you allow my head to reach your pussy. You reach below our waists and start to rub my rock on your clit. Your pace increases as I let out moans of frustration. I am torn between the pleasure of your hand and wetness on my cock and the futility of the act because I am well aware that I will not orgasm in this manner. You lean in closer and bite my earlobe and breathe heavily into my ear. I can tell by your rhythm that you are getting close. Your head falls to the crook of my neck and I feel you bite my neck with all of your strength. My knees buckle as you start to quiver and contort you body with the waves of your orgasm.