I must have blacked out, or at the very least, dropped off to sleep because the next thing I was conscious of, it was the middle of the night and I was still laying in front of the fire place. There was a feather comforter over us and Jean was pressed up against my back, spoon style. She had her arm draped over me and she was toying with my cock head with the tips of her long delicate fingers.
I rolled over onto my back and stretched out like a lazy tom cat.
Jean was completely naked now and her firm breasts were pressed up against me. She continued to finger my cock and leaned in close. " Hey stud, are you going to keep your promise and be my slave boy for the rest of the weekend?"
I looked down at my growing cock and said, "What kind of mess have you gotten me into this time?"
Jean giggled and said, "Relax, Tiger, I promised Cindy I would send you back to her in generally the same condition I got you. So I guess it rules out a cat of nine tails or anything else that will mark up that beautiful hard body of yours."
I breathed a sigh of relief and asked her what she had on her mind.
She said, "Let's go upstairs to the master bedroom, where I drag all my slave boys and ravage them to my heart's content." She showed me an evil smile and slowly licked her lips. It was the look of a hungry beast getting ready to devour its helpless prey.
I stood up and slowly made my way upstairs, not really sure what perversion she had working inside that beautiful head of hers.
I knew Jean well enough to know she would not ever really cause me any real pain. It was going to be all role play and as pleasurable for me as it would be for her. All I would have to do is say "stop" and she would discontinue whatever she was doing.
I have no doubt if she were a Hungarian Countess back in the fourteenth or fifteenth century she would be hell on her servants. She may have a drop or two of "the blood countess" Elizabeth Bathory's blood flowing through her veins, but she wasn't totally crazy.
Thinking of her in this role was extremely exciting and my cock was rising to the occasion.
When we reached the bedroom Jean ordered me to lay on my back on the king sized canopy bed. I stretch out facing the ceiling.
Jean walked to the head of the bed and reaching into the night stand drawer and took out four pieces of white silk material. She smiled down at me with the grin of the Cheshire Cat.
Jean sat down on the side of the bed, speaking softly to me about how smooth and cool it would feel on my skin. As she was talking she slipped a silk loop onto my right wrist and tied the ends to the top corner post of the bed. Pulling it just tight enough so it wouldn't slip off my wrist. Then she reached across my body so her breast was rubbing onto my face. She slipped a silk loop onto my left wrist just tight enough to be snug. She walked around the bed and secured this scarf to the upper left bed post.
I started to protest but Jean hushed me and ran her fingers down my chest. Starting at the neck and ending up massaging my inner thighs only a fraction of an inch from my aroused cock. She lingered there on my thighs, massaging away any protest I might still feel. All the time talking softly about what pleasure she was having touching my hard male body.
Her voice was almost hypnotic. Soft and slow, almost like dripping honey. She worked her hands lower on my leg, leaving my skin tingling as she went.
It almost went unnoticed when she slipped a silk loop over my left ankle and secured it to the bed post a little tighter than she had done with my wrists.
Now she had three limbs bound the fourth was no problem. She secured my right ankle to the last bed post and stepped back the admire her handiwork. Now her smile more resembled a smirk: once again she could claim victory.
She looked down at my helpless form and said, " Now little slave boy, you are just where Mistress Jean wants you to be. You will have to obey me and satisfy my every whim. Or I will just have to....."
"Or you will just have to do what?" I repeated.
She hesitated for a minute with her finger on her chin as though she were deep in thought. "Well" she finally said, "I will just have to punish you."
With this she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, into the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Leaving me alone tied like a pig in a butcher shop. And wondering what exactly she meant by "punish you."
I had to admit that so far this was turning out to be the most erotic weekend of my life but still how high a price was it going cost me?
