This is part two... Part one is right under this entry.
“Yes, that’s right, Peter. Please. Good, say please….” she urged him with her kisses across his lips, down his neck, across his nipples, her teeth playfully nipping them. Over and over he said please, he lost count of how many times he said it, hoping it would change things until abruptly she stopped him. Taking his face in her hands, she held his jaw and Peter felt something smooth against his lips. He felt the satin of her panties, smelled her scent and opened his mouth. She stopped. He whimpered again. He wondered if she wanted him to protest the gag. He didn’t want to. He wanted the gag, he had silently prayed for it. Now he was worried she wouldn’t do it. He frowned and quieted down. He could still move his hips and he was unhappy and frustrated over this prospect. Suddenly, Peter felt a collar go around his neck. Soft supple leather but he heard the rings make a tinkling sound as she fastened it around his neck. Then two clicks, as she attached snaps to the rings on the side of the collar. She worked quickly and quietly, attaching more leather strips through the rings and securing his neck to each side of the headboard. “This” she said, “will keep you a little more still for me”. Peter frowned, although he was on an adrenaline rush like no other he had ever experienced.
“Oh, trust me, sweetheart” she said, as if sensing his displeasure. “Relax, and enjoy the ride.” Peter smiled and she grabbed his jaw again, forcing her panties into his mouth as she did. He took them, tasting her, smelling her, feeling the material and he moaned again. “Tsk tsk, you need to be quiet,” she said disapprovingly. And with that comment she was off him again, he felt her pull away, as she grabbed his thighs and began attaching straps to them. Thick straps tightly wrapped around each thigh. Again he felt a click on each side as the snaps closed the restraints. Peter was trying to figure out how she was going to keep him down when he heard her click again and pull. First on his left side, waist and thigh, then at his right side, waist and thigh. His legs were forced apart further as she did this, and she unsnapped his ankles from the spreader bar just in time. His legs were pulled apart and she then attached his ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. Effectively, he would have been spread eagle, had his hands not been attached to his sides, at his waist. Peter whimpered through his gag, tried to buck his hips, just for good measure, but to no avail. He heard her laugh at his attempts and he struggled for real now. He loved the way struggling made him feel, the leather pulling against his wrists and neck.
He felt her straddle him, her bare legs wrapped around him and he quieted down, anticipating what was next. Feather light touches with her fingers down his chest, over his nipples, caused him to shiver. Tender little kisses on his neck, tiny bites on his ear, and then he felt her. The warmth against his hard cock, just above him, almost out of reach. She grabbed his shaft and slid it in between her lips, rubbing his head against her clit. Instinctively Peter tried to move his hips and couldn’t. “Poor baby” she cooed sweetly and he knew she was smiling, quite proud of her accomplishment. He worked hard at his gag, trying to push it from his mouth, but it didn’t work the way he had thought it would. He wasn’t sure if he was concentrating hard enough or not. He liked the way it felt.
“Very nice, Peter” she said. “Doesn’t it feel nice, your head sliding against my clit?” Peter nodded as best he could, the ties on his collar restricting his movement a fair amount. “I’d ask you to say please again, but obviously you can’t” she laughed and slid his cock deep inside her. Peter tossed his head from side to side, his movements slight but violent as she rode him for about 10 deep thrusts and then stopped and moved back to his thighs. This had been Peter’s own fantasy, this part. And he had never imagined it would be this frustrating. Sweat formed on his brow in spite of the fact that the room was cool enough.
When she got up again Peter thought he would scream, had it not been for the gag. Amused, he thought about why he was gagged in the first place. Right -- so he couldn’t protest. He now knew he would if he had been able to.
And then she untied his ankles. She didn’t uncuff him, she just removed them from their tie-downs. She loosened his thigh restraints also. Peter felt a strange fear come over him. Not of what she might do but rather of what she might not do. He had this horrifying fear that she was finished, although the whole thing made no sense. In a flash he recalled all the events to see if there was any reason she could be mad at him or want to stop and he couldn’t think of any. He felt her hands on his ankles, as she bent his knees and spread his legs wide, making him very vulnerable to her. She bent over and kissed his thighs and licked his balls with just the tip of her tongue and he shivered and tried to moan again. He felt her lubed finger slide inside him and he thought in an instant he was going to cum. She praised him for being still and she spoke soothingly to him, as he felt the tip of the plug replace her finger. Pushing against it, the small plug slid into his ass and she pushed it deep, leaving nothing but the flat end on the outside. He liked how it felt. She brought his legs back down and re-secured everything exactly as it had been, not saying another word to him while she worked.
When she was finished, she spoke. “Now” she began, “we will play a little game. You would like to play a game wouldn’t you, Peter?” He nodded. “Good. The game is played like this. Make me cum, and you get to cum. It’s all very simple. I know you can do it.” And with that she turned the plug inside him on, sending waves of vibration through his body. It vibrated against the base of his cock and balls and his neck muscles tightened in place of the moaning that would have taken place, if the panties in his mouth hadn’t muffled it. It felt fabulous. He didn’t want her to turn it off, he knew he could cum from it if she left it on, which of course she didn’t. He frowned again and she laughed. “But” she began again, “If I am not satisfied with how you make me cum, or how fast or how well, you may not get to cum at all. I reserve the right to stop, get up, and order you to dress and we will continue this another time. Is that clear?” Oh, crystal clear Peter thought, but nodded his agreement.
“Very well” she said and with one movement removed his gag. Leaning over and kissing him, she poured water into his waiting mouth, which he took thankfully. Then, straddling his head, she lowered her pussy down onto his waiting mouth. “Suck it” she commanded as she grabbed his hair. Peter sucked eagerly, his tongue darting in and out and up and down frantically between her lips. She stroked his hair and steadied him, slowing his pace, telling him not to rush and he began licking her gently at first until her breathing changed and she moaned lightly, then he flicked his tongue against her clit which was swollen by then. She tasted sweet and it was warm and his cock ached so badly as he did it, wanting so badly to do the best job he could, not just so he could cum, but also to please her. She teased him repeatedly, pulling away, making him reach as best he could, lifting his head and straining against the collar. He would settle into a rhythm and she would pull away, so that just the tip of his tongue touched her. She was having a great time, Peter thought she just wanted to torment him and not cum at all. His nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue, like a cock, entered her. She grabbed his hair, she directed him, and she rode his mouth and he loved it. Then, holding her lips open with her fingers she moved his mouth onto her swollen clit and Peter sucked and licked and played with it and he felt her shaking start, small at first and then uncontrollably as she came, her juices flowing onto his face.
“Mmmm, good boy, Peter” she said as she moved down his body, and his cock entered her with one movement. He tried in vain to buck his hips, an involuntary reaction to being plunged deeply into her pussy. She leaned over and removed his blindfold, kissed his eyelids as he adjusted to the light, and licked her juices off his face, before kissing his mouth, her taste on his lips.
The vibration started slowly at first and it took him by surprise. He had been so wrapped up in what he was doing that he had almost forgotten about the butt plug. Now, of course, the vibrations sent waves through his lower body and her rocking motion on his cock made it hard to think of anything other than wanting to cum so badly. As if sensing this she stopped her movements and smiled at him wickedly. Leaning forward again she lengthened the lead on his collar and pulled him to her nipple. As she leaned forward, Peter sucked her nipples but the forward motion brought his cock almost out of her pussy as she did. He couldn’t decide which he wanted more; to cum or to suck her nipples or to feel the vibration.
He clenched and unclenched his hands as she made the decision for him.
