Tied Up

I am a tall, good looking, 42 year old brunette with normal sexual appetites who ended up spending most of my life married to an unimaginative man who liked sex a couple of times a week only. It was always in the missionary position or maybe doggie style but that was as adventurous as he ever got. I had fantasies about other positions and even about other people but never acted on them. He wouldn’t even discuss doing anything else and made me feel like I was some kind of freak for wanting anything else.

Now that we are divorced, I have learned that I am not a freak and there are a lot of people out there who consider the fantasies I have normal sexual activities. My new boyfriend, Matt is no exception. He and I have even discussed playing with another couple but have never acted on it. The only complaint I have ever had from Matt was one time when I came without telling him ahead of time. He told me I was very bad and promised me some punishment for it. He wanted me to anticipate the punishment so he waited until a week later before he took matters into his own hands so to speak.

We were at his house after spending the day together shopping and running errands. He was watching the weather channel trying to see the next week’s forecast when I started running my hand up his thigh. He is a construction worker and his body is very nicely muscled. I love running my hands over his legs and arms. He is so strong and sexy. He is taller than me and has gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair. He tried to watch television and ignore me but I was determined to take his mind off the weather. I started running my finger around in circles that got ever closer to his crotch. He was trying to act like he was busy with the program but I knew he was interested in what my finger was doing.

Finally, he reached out and grabbed my hand. I was turned towards him slightly and he yanked on my arm so that I fell across his lap. He put one hand behind me to catch my head and the other on my hip. He pulled me close and kissed me. His lips are strong and he used them to rub mine open. His tongue was hot and wet against mine. His hand opened on my ribs and moved up to cup my breast. My nipple was already hardening in anticipation of his touch. He played with it through my clothes until it was a hard, aching point.

“Are you ready to go upstairs?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You go on up while I lock up. But don’t get undressed. I want that pleasure myself,” he told me.

I got off him and headed up the stairs. His bedroom is just over the living room and I heard him moving around down there before he started up the stairs. When he got to the door I could see he had something held behind his back but I had no idea what it might be. He dropped something on the chair and advanced toward me.

“Come here you naughty girl.”

That was when I saw what he still held in his hand. It was a cat o’ nine with a sturdy handle and strips of leather that ended in little knots. We had talked about spankings but both agreed that real pain wasn’t something that turned either of us on. My eyes were large as I watched him slap it against his jean-clad thigh. I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me so I decided to play my part.

“Have I been bad?” I asked in my best scared-girl voice.

“You know you have. You were bad last weekend and again just now when you wouldn’t let me watch t.v.” He slapped it against his thigh for emphasis.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Sure, now you’re sorry. Now that I’ve missed the forecast you’re sorry. Too late little missy!” He slapped the cat against the bed. “Strip!” he demanded.

I started unbuttoning my blouse where I stood.

“Nope. I want a good show,” he vetoed my actions. “You know what is waiting for you if you disappoint me,” he warned.

I stepped away from the bed and finished unbuttoning my blouse. When it was undone I closed and opened it a couple of times giving him looks at my bra. Finally I let it slide off my shoulders. I reached up and undid the clip at the back of my head and let my long hair cascade down my back. I put both hands up to run my fingers through it and shook it loose.

I reached for the front hook on my bra and undid it but didn’t let it fall open. I turned around and shook my ass at him. I rotated my hips from side to side while pulling the bra out to the sides so he would know my breasts were free. Then I looked over my shoulder and pulled it off keeping my back to him. I tossed the bra so it landed on his shoulder. I looked down at his crotch and smiled when I saw the bulge developing there.

Then I covered my breasts with my arms and turned back to face him. I had my arms crossed with my hands on the opposite shoulders. Slowly I let my hands trail down my arms until my arms were below my breasts and he could see them completely. I continued to slide them down until my hands were resting against the waistband of my jeans. I unbuttoned them and slowly slid the zipper down. I paused and looked at him.

Matt lifted the cat and made a downward motion indicating his interest in having my jeans off. I wriggled them down over my hips and let them fall to the floor. With exaggerated efforts I stepped out of them and then bent down to pick them up. I tossed them onto the bed while turning so my back was toward Matt. I bent back down so my ass was presented to him inside my lacy panties. I hooked my fingers into either side and slowly drew them down over my ass. When I was completely uncovered I stood back up and lifted each leg to pull the panties off. Finally I was standing naked in front of him. I waited for his next command.

“Undress me and you better do a good job,” he said sternly.

I was getting very excited and the thought of undressing him only added to the excitement. I stepped up to him and tried to keep the smile off my face. I reached out and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. I bent closer and pressed my lips on the skin revealed there. I unbuttoned the next one and spread the shirt apart and licked the skin I exposed. I could hear Matt’s breathing getting faster. I continued down his chest kissing and licking each exposed section of skin until his shirt was hanging free. I placed both hands inside the shirt on his stomach and swirled my tongue around his navel before standing back up.

I let my hands slide up over his chest to his shoulders and pressed my lips against one of his flat, male nipples as my hands slid the shirt down over his arms and onto the floor. I blew on the nipple gently and then took it in mouth as it hardened against my tongue. I sucked gently before releasing it. I continued to hold him by the shoulders as my lips moved to the other nipple. It was already hard but I licked and sucked on it for my own satisfaction. Finally I raked down over it with my teeth. Matt moaned and held himself absolutely still. I could feel how much it cost him to stand so still and try not to react. That only excited me more and I could feel my pussy throbbing with excitement.

I dropped down to my knees in front of him and placed my lips on his stomach above the snap on his jeans. I unsnapped them and ran my tongue down under the fabric as far as I could reach. He doesn’t like underwear so there was nothing to stop my tongue from reaching his skin. I grasped the zipper and drew it down an inch. I stroked the exposed skin with my tongue. His cock was straining against his jeans. I cupped him and rubbed him through the cloth. I thought I felt him thrust against my hand but I wasn’t sure. I pulled on the zip and licked him again. Finally I tugged it all the way down and could see the shaft of his cock through the opening. I made no attempt to release him but continued to lick and kiss all around and above his cock.

Finally I reached around him and grabbed his jeans above his ass cheeks. I let my fingernails scrape against his ass as I slowly pulled his jeans down in back. His cock was still trapped so I pressed it down with my tongue while I tugged the jeans down. When his cock finally popped out, I could see precum glistening on the head. It was bobbing right in front of my face and I moaned as I reached out to lick the head.

“Oh God,” he moaned as his hands finally reached for my head. I could feel the handle of the cat o’ nine pressed against my head as he held my head still and thrust his hips at me. I smiled as I opened my lips to let that wet, velvety head slide between them. I closed my lips around it and sucked the precum off it. This time there was no doubting his intentions when he started thrusting against my mouth. I let more of it slide in with each forward thrust. I ran my tongue over and around the head as he pulled back and let my tongue slide hard against the underside when he thrust in. It wasn’t long before I knew Matt was close to cumming. He knew it too and stepped back before he could.

“You were only supposed to be undressing me,” Matt stated. He dangled the cat by his side. “Get up,” he ordered.

I stood up and couldn’t help smiling at him.

“This was not supposed to be funny,” he tried to sound angry. “Bend over!”

I knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt me but I felt a quiver of alarm at the idea that he might get carried away and do something that would be painful. I bent over the bed and waited to see what he would do. Then I felt something running down my back toward my ass. It was a dry, tickling sensation and I realized he was trailing the tails of the cat o’ nine over my skin. When he reached my ass, he pulled it back and gave me a little slap. It wasn’t painful. I didn’t move and he drew it back and swatted my ass again. This time I felt it come down against my skin although it still wasn’t painful. He pulled back and lowered it again but this time he aimed lower. Instead of striking my ass cheeks, the tails of the cat slapped against my pussy lips as well. It was incredibly erotic. Before I could do anything he slapped me again. I couldn’t hold back my moan. His strokes were perfect, not too hard, not too light. I found myself spreading my legs further apart so the tails would slap more fully against me. I could feel myself getting wetter with each stroke.

I didn’t know what to do. It felt so good and I didn’t want it to stop. Was this supposed to punish me I wondered? If this is punishment, I’ll be bad more often I thought. He seemed to know how hot I was getting. He laid the whip on my back and pressed his hand against my pussy. His fingers slipped inside the lips and he found the hard nub of my clit. His finger began circling it and rubbing it back and forth. He moved his finger so it could plunge into my hole and his thumb began stroking my clit. I was building toward a wonderful orgasm and he knew it when he suddenly stopped.

He pushed me sideways so I lost my balance and fell over on the bed. I rolled onto my back and he stood between my legs and lowered himself on top of me. His cock slid into me and I brought my legs up around his waist. He started thrusting into me and I could feel the orgasm building up again. I wanted it to go on and on. Then he stopped again and pushed my legs down.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged him. He just smiled at me and pulled me up into a sitting position. His cock was wet and shiny from my juices and he offered it to me pressing it up toward my face. By this time I was so hot for him that we both knew I’d do anything he wanted. His cock looked so good that I reached over and licked him clean. It tasted of me and as I licked a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip. I licked that off too and sucked him into my mouth. He began thrusting into my mouth again. I could feel how excited he was and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. I felt him sliding against my tongue and I pulled his hips toward me so I could get it all.

“Don’t stop baby,” he groaned as he thrust himself into my mouth. “You feel so good.” His thrusts were coming faster and he shoved his hands into my hair to hold me still. He continued to fuck my mouth and I moaned feeling how much he was enjoying it. My pussy was flooded with juices and I wanted so badly to cum. Just when I thought he was going to cum in my mouth he stopped again.

“You know, you have been very bad so I don’t know if you deserve this,” he said. “Get up.”

He stepped back and reached for the item he had dropped onto the chair earlier. It was white and when he shook it, I could see it was some kind of cloth. He had cut an old towel into strips and made four ties out of it. He motioned for me to move down to the end of the bed.

“Sit down,” he commanded pointing to the chair.

I sat down and he put one of the ties around my right forearm and fastened it to the arm of the chair.

“What are you doing,” I asked. He didn’t answer but continued with the task of tying my left arm to the left side of the chair. Then he knelt in front of me and I felt him tying my ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Why are you tying me up?” I asked. Matt and I had discussed tying each other up and had agreed that the activity would require a lot of trust on the tied person’s part.

“I’m just going to show you what happens to bad girls who don’t behave,” he answered. I was now unable to do more than move my upper body forward and scoot a little forward or back against the chair. I couldn’t move far.

“You see, when you misbehave, you have to be taught to obey,” he continued. “Now, I am going to have some fun and if you can show me you know how to be good, maybe you can have some fun, too,” he went on.

With that he knelt in front of me. His head moved forward and his lips encircled one of my nipples. He licked and sucked it to a hard point before he moved to the other one. It received the same treatment and I was moaning before he decided he had enough of that. He trailed his lips down my belly and buried his face in my mound. I scooted forward as far as I could in the chair and pressed my legs against the sides of the chair so he would have better access. He began licking my juices and plunging his tongue into my slit. My clit was hard and straining toward his mouth when he finally put his lips against it.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“You know it does,” I panted at him. “Please don’t stop.” I was on the verge of cumming again and I didn’t think I could handle it if he didn’t let me this time. “Please,” I moaned.

“Oh, look at the time,” he suddenly said glancing at his watch. “It is time for the weather forecast.” With that he stood up and walked stark naked from the room.

I waited, listening to his footsteps on the stairs. Suddenly I heard the t.v. come on. I listened to him skim the channels and then heard the familiar sound of the weather forecaster talking about highs and lows.

“What the hell are you trying to do to me?” I shouted. I heard the t.v. get louder as he turned it up.

“Mathew DeWayne, get up here this instant!” I shouted. I waited but the t.v. continued to play and I couldn’t hear any footsteps. I sat and pondered my situation. Surely he was as excited as I was. He couldn’t be planning to leave me like this all night. He must be coming back. These thoughts raced through my brain. But foremost in my mind was the thought of how excited I was. I wanted him to come back upstairs and throw me onto the bed and have his way with me. I wanted his cock slamming into me hard and fast. I wanted him to come back. Finally I realized that over everything else, I just wanted him to come back.

“I’ll be good. I promise I won’t cum without telling you ever again!” I shouted. “Please come back and fuck me!”

“You don’t have to shout,” he said from the doorway. “The neighbors don’t want to hear this kind of talk in the middle of the day,” he grinned at me.

“Mathew DeWayne, you better be planning to fuck me after this. I can’t take much more of this teasing,” I said as forcefully as I could.

“Oh, do I need to go back down and watch t.v.?” he asked. “You don’t sound like you have the proper respect for me yet.” He stood looking down at me.

“I’m going to show you how much I respect you if you ever let me go,” I answered. Matt chuckled and untied one arm.

I reached the arm up and pulled him down so our lips could meet. Our tongues slid against each other as Matt untied the other arm. I could see he was still as aroused as I was. I pulled him down onto my lap this time.

“I’m too heavy for you,” he cautioned.

“Never,” I breathed against his lips as I continued to kiss him. Finally he pushed himself up off my lap and bent down to untie my feet. I caressed his back and ass as he worked the knots loose. When my finger dipped lower to rub the skin between his asshole and balls he sucked in his breath. I was finally free and we were both laughing when he yanked me up and into his arms.

He turned me around and shoved me down onto the bed. He reached down before I even quit bouncing and lifted my legs up so my feet were on his shoulders. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and finally thrust deeply into me. I could feel my pussy closing around the hardness it craved.

“Please don’t stop this time,” I begged as he started thrusting into me. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and moaned loudly with each thrust. I tried to wait for him but I was just too close too many times to wait any longer. My orgasm was long and powerful and I knew he could feel it as my pussy squeezed his hard cock with each spasm.

“I’m cumming,” he groaned as he thrust hard into me one more time. I felt the jerks as his cock emptied itself inside me. He released my legs and collapsed on top of me. I closed my arms around him and we stayed like that while our heartbeats returned to normal.

I was already thinking about the next time and what I was going to do when it was my turn to tie him up.