A second scarf appeared, and Kiki bound Gil’s hands over his head. That would fix that problem. Gil didn’t put up much of a fight, but he moaned and squirmed as if he where uncomfortable with this change of events. Things where literally out of his hands now, he was forced to let himself take a more receptive role.
There where things that she wished him to see. Kiki removed the blindfold. He now looked slightly embarrassed to be bound and under her power. She hitched her dress to straddle him and tighten his bonds.
With her customer properly and willingly bound, Kiki abandoned the blow-job all together. Instead, she stood up and took several steps backwards. In a fluid movement that seemed to take place in slow motion, Kiki unbuttoned the front of her dress and let it fall to her feet. She wore a black lace half-cup bra that merely traced the outline of the bottom of her breast while leaving the entire top of her breast, including her nipple exposed. Another motion removed even this garment, and Gil was surprised and delighted to see that her perfect breasts did not change position at all. Kiki’s nipples where pale pink, encircled by small and even paler areolas. Kiki’s all natural form was delicate and perfect in every way. Her small pert breasts were the same creamy sheen of the rest of her smooth light complexion. The black lace thong that she wore seemed to perfectly compliment her pearly alabaster coloring.
Kiki left the thong and the heels on. She stood over Gil, sitting tied helplessly on the couch, gazing down at him with a look of superiority on her face. He was hers to do anything with that she wished. She wanted to give him time to process this, to let a little shiver of fear run through him at the thought of the unknown, the moment of doubt where he wondered if he had done the right thing by calling her. She was outside the law and he knew it, she could do anything to him and disappear like smoke. He had handed over his power, he had agreed to this. Would he regret it, or would it be the biggest thrill of his life?
Kiki went to her bag. She reached around and withdrew what looked like a small hand held whip, with thick strips of suede that didn’t look like they would hurt too much. “Don’t be fooled,” she informed you. “This tool can cause a lot of physical pain.” He could feel himself wanting to bolt, he knew that he physically had the power to overwhelm her, even with these flimsy ties around his wrists. Something deeper compelled him to stay.
“Don’t worry, I can control their intensity. I can slap you very lightly and get your blood flowing.” She teased him with a light slap. It didn’t hurt, it felt invigorating. Still he could see his chest becoming pink where the scourge had made contact with his flesh.
“I can also use this to punish you, if you misbehave. Believe me, it can be very unpleasant when I want it to be.”
Gil sat with eyes wide, yet licked his lips hungrily. He was ready for this. He craved this. He needed this. Much more than the physical restraints this is what told Kiki that he was hers. She looked Gil over. She didn’t want him on all fours, not yet anyway. Maybe not at all. He was different than the men who begged her to call them pathetic worms or girly sissy-men. Gil was a man, all man and would remain a man. His submission would be even more powerful, because he would not give up being a man. He would retain it, but it would not save him from her power.
Kiki turned around to give him a good view of her entire body. Her ass was small and tight but sufficiently round. Her body was perfection with efficiency. No man would ask for an ounce more or an ounce less anywhere on her frame. Kiki faced him, and pealed down her thong, just over her gentle hips and let them ride.
She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. Her bush was trimmed on the sides, but thick and full. Gil’s handsome face was buried in her dark curly pubic hair. She rubbed his face back and forth as if to cement her position over him. It was sufficiently humiliating to put him firmly in his place.
And now she spread her damp cunt lips ordering him to lick her thoroughly. “You paid for this pussy, get a good taste.” His tongue searched her folds enthusiastically, prompting her to hold tighter to his hair as she neared climax. “You paid to have this pussy lorded over you,” she reminded him again, “Lick your paid for pussy, suck on this cunt till I bathe your face with my sticky come. This is what you wanted right? To be forced to pleasure someone you think is beneath you? Someone who should be serving you instead of demanding your obedience? Don’t you really want to throw me down and show me who’s really boss?”
She could see the struggle inside of him, two opposing parts of his psyche. His hands pulled against his restraints, yet the rest of him remained where he was, servicing her- licking furiously at her cunt, inwardly begging her to come, to free him from this dilemma. His own cock, badly neglected stood straight up from his lap, throbbing with need. Its color had changed to a desperate aching scarlet. Nearly all of the blood in his body must have been gathered there, waiting for the release of his need. But it was not to come.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” she teased him. “A high priced call girl, but you know I’m really just a whore- like all women. What kind of man would let a woman top him like this? You know you can escape if you want to. Why don’t you escape, Gil? Why don’t you break free and force me to submit to you, like a real man would? You like it don’t you Gil? You want it, don’t you? Admit it Gil, tell me how much you love worshiping at my cunt, how you love being ordered to perform. Admit it Gil, I want to hear you say it.”
Kiki paused now, and Gil answered breathlessly with a mouth full of pussy. “Yes. I love it. I love submitting to your wishes. I don’t want to be free.” Rather than enthusiasm, she found resignation in his voice. He had admitted his need, against his own judgment, but not against his wishes. She had seduced his confession out of him.
Lowering herself to his lap, she put her knees to either side of his lap and turned him with a swivel of her hips. He went willingly when she pushed his hands back and pinned them to the arm of the sofa. Her slick wet sex slid easily over his pounding need, and her mouth covered his, sucking her own juices from his tongue.
“You are mine,” she whispered as she commanded her body over his. And that was all it took to accomplish his release.
