The Saturday sunshine is directly overhead as I pull in the driveway, tired and hungry from my long trip. I'm an annoyingly upstanding guy, so when you texted me in the car I never responded. But I did read your message: "Surprise waiting for you. Hurry up!"
As I drove I suspected the surprise would be romantic, but I was so hungry that my sex fantasy kept morphing into a hot bratwurst in a soft bun.
And now as I trudge through the door I see that I was right. You stand in profile with your bare shoulder toward me, your dazzling shape transforming a black satin corset into a sculpted masterpiece. You've accentuated the image perfectly by hanging a white curtain behind you in the living room archway. "Welcome home," you purr. "Oh God, how I missed you!"
I drop my bags and admire the view. "Mmm. Nice surprise. How were you while I was gone?"
You run your hands down your sides, emphasizing your curves. "Oh, this isn't your surprise." You bat your eyelashes coyly, saying, "And while you were gone I was bad. I was very, very bad."
With that you throw open the curtain to reveal the living room. Only it's not the living room any more; you have transformed it into some kind of dungeon playroom of steel and leather. In flickering light that seems to come from medieval torches I see whips, chains, shackles, and a pillory. "That bad?" I ask, stepping to peek into your vault of decadence.
"Very, very, very bad" you flash a wicked smile.
"In that case . . ." my hand reaches toward you. Your close your eyes in anticipation, but after a few seconds my fingertips still haven't touched you. You hear the refrigerator open. I say: "In that case, it's time for lunch."
I grab a slice of cold pizza and sit at the table. I offer you a slice, saying: "Please join me. Or aren't you hungry?"
"I'm hungry, but that's not enough pepperoni to satisfy me." You slide into the seat beside me, your mostly bare ass cheeks squeaking on the leather chair. You pout.
Without looking away from my pizza, I reach my left hand toward you and stroke your hair, then gently touch your soft face. When I feel the dimple in your cheek I know I've made you smile. My hand glides down your neck and reaches inside the corset to cup your breast. Still looking away from you, I start playing with your areola.
You sigh and reach to loosen the corset but I stop you. "Keep 'yer shirt on. I'm enjoying my lunch." Now I gently pinch that luscious rosebud, savoring its texture on my fingertips.
Your nipple reacts to my touch, first becoming firm then swelling into a little bullet of pleasure. "More, please," your rising voice almost sings the words. Still munching the cold pizza, I quicken the pace of my tit fondling. You think I'm not looking as you slowly set your own hand on your thigh and begin moving toward your vulva, but then I pop the last bite of pizza in my mouth and grab your naughty hand. "Tell me again, how bad were you?"
"I was very, very, very, very bad" your breath is quickening. "Shall I tell you what I did while you were gone?"
By now I am using my whole hand to stoke the fires in your heaving breast. "No. You are an excellent judge of your own guilt. But I will choose your punishment." At the mention of punishment your eyes dart toward your new thrill dungeon. "Oh? Please?" you say.
Still fondling, I study your toys and realize that you've stocked the pleasure room mostly with feathers, blindfolds and riding crops. Your playthings aren't intended for real pain. "Fine. Stand up. It's punishment time." As we rise together I slide my other hand inside your corset and begin enjoying the exquisite pleasures of both breasts at once. Walking behind you I maneuver us into the dungeon. You survey the toys excitedly, tilting your head toward a new vibrator, still in its plastic package. The mechanical shaft looks fat and lifelike, except for the little clit stimulator on one end.
"Not the vibrator. Today, my dear, you get the stocks!" I slip my hands from your corset and open the pillory. Its hinge squeaks as I check the wooden cutouts intended to hold your head and hands in place. Good, it's very smooth. No splinters. You intended this to be a decorative piece of furniture but I will use it for real.
You bat your eyes again and look longingly at the vibrator. "But I thought we might take Goliath for a spin."
"Maybe later. For now it's the stocks. But not in here . . ." With a powerful heave I lift the entire pillory from the floor and carry it out of your dark dungeon and into our sunny kitchen. I open the small window that faces the side street and set the pillory to face it. Outside we clearly hear chirping birds. In the distance someone is riding a motorcycle. "Get in," I command.
"But my head will be facing the side street!"
"Yes, but that's all anyone will see." I beckon with my finger.
You bend over slowly and place your neck and wrists in the proper openings. "What if someone walks by? What will I tell them?"
"You'll think of something," I say, snapping the lock closed. The window is small so your hands are safely hidden, but your face is outside in broad daylight while the rest of your body is inside with me.
You feel me loosen the corset's straps but I don't remove it. I just cup your breasts in my hands to make sure your nipples are still aroused. I feel your tender morsels aching to be tasted. Now my hands move down your sides and indulge in touching your curvaceous hips. I'm not sure if this arouses you, but your legs are stunning and everything about them stimulates me. I explore your smooth thighs with my fingers, my palms, the backs of my hands, and even my lips. Deep inside me, the sensations of your body are stirring my blood. You can't see me, but I wonder if you can sense the carnal need that you are causing.
Soon you are feeling my busy hands removing the corset when your first challenge appears: a neighborhood girl is walking her dog right past your window. "Hey lady," she says, "why is your head hanging out the window like that?"
You don't have a response so you flash her your dazzling smile and take a moment to think. You decide to invent a form of sunbathing, but just then your over-stimulated nipple finds itself sucked into my mouth. My tongue laps at its delicious flesh with quick, passionate flicks. You find yourself telling the girl, "This is how they sunbathe in - - - OH MAN!"
The girl tilts her head and asks, "Where?"
Lightning bolts are shooting through your core, unleashing a deluge in your pussy. You feel my hand gliding up your thigh, preparing to check your moisture level as you respond to the girl. "I mean Oman. It's a country in the Middle - - - EEEEast!"
