This is the second part of "Losing Control". I hope you enjoy and I look forward to your feedback.
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"You have a new e-mail," my computer told me. I froze because I knew what was coming (figuratively, not literally). I slowly moved my mouse to the e-mail and click. One line - Come to the front door, come naked, 6:30PM. Being ST I figured it would be dark and I would be safe. (Read on).
I pulled into her driveway at 6:15 and contemplated my options - stay or go. Stay won. I stripped in the car and threw my clothes into the back seat. 5 minutes to go. I looked at the front door and the outside light was off, so far so good. The anticipation of the next few minutes in full view of everybody had my heart racing and my dick as hard as a rock. I stepped out of the car, thankful it was dark outside, locked the car and headed to the front door. I was half way there, with my dick pointing the way and my nipples backing it up and the front light went on. Not just a door light but the motion detecting flood lights. Talk about a deer in the headlights - I froze, thinking what next. I moved forward to the door (no choice - I'd rather anyone in the street see my butt, not my raging hard-on) and rang the bell. I could hear movement inside and a soft voice saying, "Wait a sec". (Where was I going?) The lock clicked and the know turned and there she stood dressed very conservatively in jeans and an old shirt. Now I was lit from the back and framed by the light coming through the door. She looked me up and down slowly and uttered Mae West's famous words, "A hard man is good to find! Come in".
I walked in several steps, stopped and waited. She took her time closing the door and then walked in front of me. She looked me up and down again and reached out, took my dick and said, "Follow me." Being of sound mind, I usually went where my dick went, so I went. We walked into the center of living room where there stood a circular frame with a 12" padded bar across the middle. There were two padded platforms at the bottom for my feet, wider than shoulder width and two padded grips at the top for me to hold on. She guided me and indicated where to place my feet and hands. I did as directed. She then use velcro straps to secure my hands and feet. Next she secured my waist to the padded bar in the middle. I was now bound with no way of releasing myself. I looked at my predicament while she left the room. I noticed that there were hinges above and below the padded bar and that the whole unit was secured to a frame and could be rotated.
She came back a few minutes later naked except for a bright red thong and a glass of wine. She sat down in front of me and gazed at my dick, which was now throbbing and dripping pre-cum. She said, "We can't have you messing up the carpet." And proceeded to run her finger around the head and gathered up all the creamy drippings and said, "Open wide." I did and she put her finger in my mouth, "Suck", I did.