Sylvia was as pissed off as I have ever seen her. Way past pissed. Literally shaking with rage she let me know just exactly how pissed off she was. She made it clear that I exceeded my boundaries and she was about to return the favor. They say a grudge fuck is the best sex you'll ever have. I was about to find out just exactly how true that saying is.
She lulled me into it. She acted like she was over it. Make up sex always seems to be good, and often than not great. We had a couple of glasses of champagne and kissed and made out like we were teenagers again. We talked and it was as if my stupid error was in the past. She asked me if I wanted a femdom handjob. She knows I like them. So I had no reservations about responding with an enthusiastic "yes". She strapped me down to the leather bench we use for those sessions. I thought the binds were a bit tighter and more certain than usual.
Sylvia was a true artist when it came to handjobs. I swear I think she could extract cum from a rock with those hands. When I say she was extraordinary, it's a gross understatement. She definitely had a special talent. She would tease and work my cock and have me begging to cum, squirming in my bondage as she controlled me totally, deciding if, when and how I would cum under the magic of her hands. She would alternate between pounding my cock and tormenting it with slow, methodical and excruciatingly erotic strokes that made you stop breathing and your eyes cross in ecstasy.
After she strapped me down, she disappeared briefly into the master suite. When she emerged, she was wearing a black shelf bra. Sylvia had a set of luscious tits that most 30 year-olds would die for and the bra presented them perfectly, with her long hard nipples jutting out at attention over the top of the bra. She was wearing nipple jewelry that accentuated them, placing the punctuation mark on their perfection. Her panties were a lace, crotchless thong that matched the bra and flawlessly framed her freshly shaved pussy. A garter belt and back-seamed stockings were the crowning touch. She looked exquisite.
She pulled up a chair next to the bench. Slowly, tantalizingly, deliberately, she began to milk my dick, pausing unpredictably to suck it, diving down all the way to my balls. I could feel the back of her throat as she slowly, methodically sucked her way back to the base of the head interrupted by an occasional thrust back to the balls. After each interlude of sucking, she would revert back to the hand stroking, carefully pausing at the head to rotate gently and slowly around the base. The eroticism was unrestrained and I was just moments away from blowing my wad into her hand, when she suddenly stopped. Uncharacteristically she pounded my dick hard with two painful strokes that immediately eliminated my impending orgasm.
Without a word, Sylvia got up from the chair and walked into the master bedroom, returning moments later with a gag and a blindfold. She stuffed the gag forcefully into my mouth, tightly cinching it. I could only issue muffled, grunting sounds from behind the gag. Then she harshly, angrily put the blindfold on leaving me completely muted and sightless.
Again she pounded my helpless cock with a few enraged strokes. And again she left me. Totally helpless. Totally immobilized. I struggled to escape but the binds were too tight and there was no escape. I was at her total mercy. I knew this was out of her normal profile. Something was awry. The unknown of it all was both exhilarating and simultaneously a bit frightening.
She arose again. I could hear her footsteps as she headed back to the master bedroom and bath. I'd guess that she was in there for a half hour or so. When she returned, I could clearly make out the clicking of high heels as she came onto the living room's tile floor. She came over to me. I could feel her breath and the luscious smell of her perfume as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Once again she began to work my cock with her hand magic. My dick leapt to attention still again as she delightfully played alternatively with the head and the shaft. After just a few minutes I was again on the very precipice of orgasm and once again she quit abruptly. Then she pounded my dick hard, cruelly hard, for a few strokes and then stopped completely.
She began to speak. I could hear the anger in her trembling voice.
"I've had it with your constant inability to understand and deal with boundaries. Tonight it's payback time. Big time. I'll be back. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but I'll be back later."
I heard the click of her heels move to the kitchen where I then heard the unmistakable sound of her collecting her purse. The car keys jingled as she picked them up off the countertop. I heard the back door open and then close. The garage door opened. I heard her car start up in the driveway, the garage door closed and she drove off. I expected her to drive around for a short while to make her point and return, angry but back at home. But she didn't make such a return.
I know it was probably only a few hours but it seemed like an eternity before I heard the car drive into the driveway again. First the garage door opened and closed and then the back door opened. Once again I heard the unmistakable clicks of her heels as she walked across the kitchen and into the living room.
Sylvia belligerently removed my blindfold. I could then see that her hair was tussled and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She was wearing the shelf bra under a sheer black blouse which I had given her. Her nipples were clearly visible through the blouse, even at a distance. She was wearing a mid-thigh black leather skirt which I also had given her along with the back-seamed stockings and black high heels. Dangling rhinestone earrings were swinging from her ears. Even in her now ruffled state she was spectacularly beautiful. I couldn't imagine her out in public dressed like that. As many times as I had asked, no begged, her to dress so provocatively she had never done so. My mind was racing with my mental picture of her out in public looking like that. I noticed that all of her clothes and jewelry were items I had given her. It was quite clear that she was making a statement by wearing those items and she was enjoying rubbing my nose in it.
She pulled up the chair again alongside me as I still laid immobilized. She grinned a bit evilly at me and began to work my dick. Even with all the apprehension I couldn't help but react again to the marvelous magic of her special touch. Quickly my cock arose to meet its calling. She worked it brutally to perfection, stroking the full length of the shaft slowly, interrupted by an occasional pause at the head where she tantalizingly massaged its throbbing crown. Yet once more as I approached orgasm she brusquely stopped.
She leaned over and got down into my face, whispering seductively "I had the most marvelous time tonight. After all these years I finally let go sexually. I decided to just have a really good time and not deal with anything other than just pure physical enjoyment of it, looking for nothing but satisfaction for me. I wanted to live like I've never lived before, to live like I've been afraid to for all these years. It was breathtaking. I loved it. Every damn moment."
I quivered, strapped helplessly to the leather bench, while she kept on.
