The noon sun peaked through the window, its warm light beginning to melt the snowy ground as the spring thaw came. Casey could hear the birds singing outside as if heralding winter's end. Flowers had already begun to grow, and the trees would soon regrow their leaves. Things were becoming more colorful, but there was still a chill in the air. He didn't mind the cold, however. He felt that it just added to the whole experience of spring.
A part of him wanted to look out the window and admire the beautiful day outside, but he was unable to move. Bright red ropes intersected across his body, forming knots, and tying his hands and legs together. The sounds of nature outside served as background noise to the sound of squelching and heavy breathing coming from inside his room.
Ash, his girlfriend and master, paid him a visit once again. They'd eaten lunch together and had only recently gotten back to his apartment. It'd been several months since they started dating and became partners. Master loved spending time with him, but when she got horny, she took what was hers. The foreplay had left him covered in hickeys and little scratches, which served as marks of ownership. As if being tied up and roughly fucked wasn't enough, she was keeping her hands on his throat. She was a sadistic master and was like a beast in the bedroom; it really turned him on.
His dick was kept desperately swollen by a cock ring. He'd come twice at that point, but it seemed she wasn't quite satisfied yet. Slamming her hips down, grinding, and touching herself, she was just as intense as when they started. She always enjoyed fucking him, but the cock ring made him feel even thicker, and she enjoyed the sight of Casey tied up for her.
"You're always such a good boy for me, kitten." She said, before licking her lips. "I'm getting close again."
"Me too..." he secretly hoped this would be the last since he was getting tired. As good as it felt, he'd probably have to use the safe word if she kept going after that.
Bringing herself down on him one more time, she climaxed. Biting her lip, she dragged her nails along his chest as she came again. He felt her insides twitching wildly, before feeling her raise her hips back up until his dick was out. That last little bit of stimulation was just enough to push him over the edge. Just a second his dick was out, it started spurting semen out onto his chest. Cum had already pooled on his body, but that final climax didn't add too much since he'd already been mostly drained.
Releasing a heavy sigh, Ash sat back and looked at him. "Naughty kitten...you made a mess." She said, seeing his body covered in the thick, white liquid.
"I'm sorry..."
She softly smiled, before getting back on top of him. Her face was right up against his. "Well, you did good today, so I guess I can overlook it." She continued, before giving him a peck on the forehead and licking his cheek.
Since he was tied up, she had to clean him up herself. Wiping his torso up with some paper towels, she then took off his cock ring and got him untied. On top of the hickeys and scratch marks, now there were soft lines on his body from the rope. At that moment, he felt thankful that it was still cold outside.
After some aftercare in the form of cuddling and tea, the two sat on the couch and chatted for a little bit while they played video games together.
As evening approached, Casey suddenly recalled something Ash had brought up during lunch. "I almost forgot about it because of...what happened after, but didn't you say something about going to a bar tonight?"
"Yeah, I was hoping we could go together!" She perked up when it was mentioned. "I'm in the mood to get shitfaced, but I don't wanna do that kind of thing on my own. Speaking of which, I never asked: you want to be the designated driver, or should I get an uber?"
"I mean, you've driven me all over town at this point, so I feel like I have to return the favor." He chuckled. "And I will say, I'm pretty curious to see what you're like drunk."
"It's a deal then! I don't know what time you wanna leave, maybe in a few hours?"
"Sounds good."
Once the sun set and it got dark again, the couple headed out. Riding in Casey's little white car was a very different experience from going on her motorcycle. It was certainly ideal for cooler weather since it had heating, and the wind wasn't constantly in their faces. After grabbing a bite to eat at a Chinese restaurant, they headed for the bar.
Walking into the establishment, they quickly realized that they'd lucked out crowd-wise: there were other people there, but it wasn't terribly packed and loud like it often was on weekends. The wood floors and walls, coupled with the orange lights, made the whole place feel warm and welcoming as well. For a night of drinking, it felt ideal.
Walking up to the bar and observing the menu, it didn't take long before they decided on drinks. Ash ordered a pint of Porter to start out, while Casey got some ginger ale. Finding a table in some quiet corner, they started on their drinks.
Casey sipped the fizzy ginger soda and watched his date grab the glass of black, foamy beer. Apparently diving straight in, she started drinking and tilted her head back slightly. Seeing the stout gradually go down as she chugged it, he was impressed.
She'd already swallowed a sizable portion of it before she finally slammed the glass back on the wooden table. She leaned over and took a breath. "Phew, that's the good shit!"
"Not one to savor your drink I see." Casey observed.
"Like my technique? How do you think I'm so good at swallowing you?" Crossing her arms, she leaned back in the chair. "Yep. At one point I could drink a whole pint in one go but I'm out of practice these days. I can definitely still do the thing where you crush the can against your head, though."
"Can crush thing?" He just laughed softly. "I'd like to see that."
Still holding the beer in one hand, she put her arm around his shoulder. "By the way, don't you drink as well? Next time I'll have to be the designated driver."
"I don't recall the last time I went out for drinks...that would be nice." He gave her a peculiar look. "Is it a good idea to ride a motorcycle with a drunk person? I've mostly seen people do it with cars..."
"Don't worry about that, my old car will get us around fine."
