Call My Bluff · Part 1 (1/2)
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So here they were, fifth or was it sixth date, standing outside her front door after a long evening of really quite serious flirting, and he took hold of her wrists and held them quite firmly against her sides as he kissed her. This time, she let loose an almost imperceptible moan, and when he stood back her eyes were gleaming.
All of sudden, Jamey couldn't feel the cold. She left her hands where he'd placed them and gazed at him with a smile on her lips, calling silently for more, wondering deep inside if he might be just that little bit dominant. It was about bloody time one of the men in this damn town showed he could treat her like the proverbial princess in the street, and like a rope-loving slave girl in the bedroom.
Matt's body curled around her again, confident of not being overlooked on the quiet street. A watershed had been reached. He kissed her arched neck as she pressed into him, snaking her arms around him, gasping as he snuck a cold hand underneath her top and sought her nipple through her bra, squeezing it with a confidence that made her hope even harder. She stared up at the night sky, breathing hard, desperate to urge him on but not quite knowing what his reaction to her little secret might be.
As his fingers slipped underneath her waistband and inched towards her knickers, she couldn't help but giggle. He paused, and caught her eye with an enquiring glance.
"What?"
he asked, not angrily, but concerned he was not entertaining her sufficiently.
She bit her lip and responded cryptically. "Nothing. Just be careful of what you might find."
For an instant, Matt imagined the worst, but his fingertips were already moist with her juices. He moved even closer towards her, whispering in her ear.
"Well, I can tell you're a woman," he said, caressing her soaking clitoris with his finger till her knees buckled. "So what else might I find down there?"
She just gazed back at him with a nervously amused expression, and opened her legs a little further so he could slide his fingers further down.
After a moment, his eyes widened and he looked at her with new-found lust and respect.
you have the key?" he asked, as if it were a commonplace occurrence to find one's date pierced through each side of her labia, with a tiny padlock securing the two rings together.
She shook her head.
dropped her firmly onto one of her kitchen chairs and strapped her arms behind her with his belt, just above her elbows. She squirmed on the hard seat and gazed at him in unabashed arousal.
Matt sauntered round her kitchen, divesting himself of his coat and opening a bottle of wine. He could feel, and she could see, the swelling erection in his trousers. He had to admit he'd never had a date quite like this, but he liked it. It had been a bit daring to start tying her up so soon, but she seemed so up for it he couldn't help it. And the chastity padlock between her thighs held so many possibilities…
Eventually, he sat down on a chair opposite Jamey and poured himself a glass of wine.
"You might want to explain now," he said casually. Jamey crossed her legs, uncrossed them, and recrossed them again, trying to calm the fire inside. Oh god, she needed to fuck him right now… and the fact he'd tied her arms so quickly, without prompting, without even asking permission, was making her even hotter.
I'll explain, but you might not like it," she said finally. The way her arms were strapped made her breasts swell out against the material of her shirt. He liked the way she followed his eyes as he gazed at her erect nipples, and sighed.
um, have a friend," she began, realising there was no easy way to break the news, "a female friend, called Kia, who indulges me in certain, err, tastes."
"Like piercing and padlocking you?" he asked, matter-of-factly. She swallowed and nodded. He was taking this so well… he must be as kinky as she was.
"And, um, tying me, and making me do " well, things." She was hesitant still, embarrassed to be confessing her deepest secret. He was silent, waiting for her to continue, so with a deep breath she did. "She dominates me. I go to her because I need to be tied up and made to serve." She watched his face carefully, though it betrayed nothing but perhaps the slightest flicker of excitement.
"What
I want is a man to do these things to me. But I haven't had the best luck. In fact I've had a couple of evil bastards who just wanted to abuse me. So Kia helps me out by keeping me sane till I meet the right guy. One day, she decided she wanted to lock me up like this. For my own protection, she said." Jamey smiled ruefully. "To stop me making bad decisions. She won't unlock me till
I find a man she approves of."
Matt put down his wine glass and walked towards her, running his hands through her hair and kissing her forehead.
"Has anyone else found out about your metal friend down there?" he asked.
she moaned, as he knelt and tied each ankle to the corresponding chair leg with his tie and her scarf.
you think Kia will approve of me?" he asked, calmly unzipping his trousers and presenting his very erect cock to her lips. With one hand in her hair, he held her head back and guided himself into her hot mouth, feeling her tongue swirl round him with desperate enthusiasm. Reluctantly, he withdrew to let her answer.
god, I hope so…" she whispered back.
"Glad to hear it," he said, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, "because you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."
"Oh, I think I do," Jamey replied, in a tone that made Matt pay attention.
"How long have you been locked up?" he asked, suddenly curious.
Jamey pulled a little at her bonds, gave a sweet sigh of submissive frustration, and hung her head.
"Six months," she replied huskily.
Matt spreadeagled Jamey on her bed, the one she'd bought for its solid metal frame but had never had chance to use with a decent guy. He'd ransacked her drawers as she protested, and discovered the rope and gag she'd bought online but again, had never had used on her. The soft black rope was now very securely knotted round each of her limbs and tied off out of reach to the four corners of the bed. The fat leather gag filled her mouth and silenced her effectively. It was just as well. The moans and screams that had been muffled by the gag for the past hour might have woken the neighbours.
He lay comfortably between her legs, her vibrator in his hand, and his hot tongue licking languorously over and around the little silver padlock that prevented him from entering her fully. Every now and then, he spread her as wide as he could and tickled her clitoris, or slipped a finger inside her, but it wasn't enough. Five times she'd shuddered into pre-orgasm but had never quite managed a whole one. She was almost in tears. Her bonds had held, despite her frantic writhings. He was, quite literally, driving her crazy, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.
Six months. Six whole months since Kia had persuaded Jamey to let her pierce her labia and lock her into enforced chastity. In her more philosophical moments, Jamey had to admit it was probably a good idea. It stopped her craving for tight bondage and domination driving her into the arms of deeply unsuitable men. And that night, when Kia had strapped her down to the table, gagged her, calmed and soothed her, oh man, what an experience… She'd never been so deep into submission. Ready to do anything she wanted, ready to offer up her body for her pleasure. Kia had used an anaesthetic, of course " she abhorred inflicting gratuitous pain " so Jamey had lain there feeling nothing but the soft touch of Kia's hands, watching her concentrate on her work, drifting slowly away.
And no sex since then. Not even a proper orgasm. Jamey had to feel something inside her to come fully, and nothing but the thinnest objects would now fit. She'd only managed thin orgasms to match, which were not really worth the effort.
Matt now slid up beside her on the bed, looking with amusement at her sweat-drenched face, her unfocused eyes.
think we should go visit this Kia as soon as possible, don't you think?" he said. Jamey nodded vehemently and moaned into her gag.
The man who walked into her room strode in like he owned the place. Kia sat back in her chair and fixed him with an enquiring gaze.
grinned back. "I've come to collect something," he said, then glanced back towards the open door.
In the doorway stood Jamey, wearing a long coat and high heels and a very confused expression. She didn't say anything. As Kia watched, more than a little confused herself, Matt stepped towards Jamey and undid the buttons of her coat, sliding it from her shoulders to the floor.
Underneath, she wore nothing but rope.
Soft black rope encircled her waist, fifteen or twenty turns forming a corset that had been pulled very tight, as had the linked crotch rope that ran between her legs and disappeared into the folds of her labia. Her breasts were bound simply but effectively, four turns about the base of each making them stand out, taut and red. Her arms were pulled behind her, hand to opposite elbow, and solidly roped into place. Round her neck she wore a soft, black leather collar locked with a small silver padlock.
Jamey," breathed Kia, hurrying to usher her in and close the door behind her.
"You, out there," she commanded an instant later, gesturing Matt towards the balcony. He sauntered off with good grace, closing the french doors behind him.
Kia was caught between admiring the ropework that trapped her friend, and fearing for her safety.
"Jamey, what's going on?" she asked urgently, seeing both the nervous expression in her eyes and the wetness of the ropes between her legs. Jamey didn't answer, but mutely opened her mouth. Kia had to fish out the large, red sponge ball that had gagged her invisibly before she could speak.
Kia," she gulped, "don't be angry."
Kia sat her down on the sofa and sat beside her, holding her bound arms, holding her gaze.
"Tell me," she said very seriously. "Did you consent to this? Has he done anything you didn't want him to do?"
Jamey's face was suffused with aroused excitement. "No, Kia, no… not at all. He's wonderful. He's perfect for me." She gave a satisfied wriggle against her bonds. "Oh god, Kia, you have to give him the key. I can't take it any more."
Kia smiled to herself, wondering if indeed Jamey had found herself a decent guy.
"Well, I might give him the key, but he has to pass the test first," she said, giving Jamey's right nipple a hard squeeze to make her squirm even more.
"You know I can't give up my little slave to anyone who isn't good enough."
Jamey nodded. She'd already told Matt he'd have to impress Kia to get the key out of her. She didn't know what the test would be, but she was sure he'd pass.
Kia held out the red sponge ball and Jamey obediently opened her mouth to accept it again. Kia had no compunction about taping over her lips with the duct tape she always kept handy. Matt had wanted her to look normal as he walked her into the office, so he hadn't done it himself. Kia also bent to tape Jamey's ankles and knees together, her stockings providing protection against the adhesive.
Then she slid her off the sofa to wait, bound helplessly on the floor, as a proper rope slave should.
As Matt re-entered the room, Kia gave him a long, appraising glance, then ushered him to a corner where they could speak quietly without Jamey hearing.
Matt wouldn't have minded tying Kia up a little. Her statuesque figure, glossy black hair and supremely confident demeanour was a temptation and a challenge.
The way she looked back at him made him think she was thinking the same about him. But Jamey was the girl for him. He could see her out of the corner of his eye, writhing on the floor in her bonds, moaning almost imperceptibly. The fact he had to win her from another just aroused his competitive edge.
"You're serious," asked Kia, "about Jamey?"
"Hell yes," grinned Matt, his eyes sliding back to gaze at her bound form.
"When did she tell you she was submissive? Was it before or after you fell for her?
Don't lie, because I can spot a liar at a hundred paces and you don't want to get on my wrong side where Jamey is concerned." Kia stepped in front of
Matt's vision, forcing him to pay attention, and waited for his response with tapping foot.
Call My Bluff · Part 1 (1/2)
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