The Way Things Work Out · Part 1 (1/2)
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I worked landscaping for about 3 weeks in the summer when I was 20. I was looking for a job, and the paper had it so I went with it. It was hard work, but it toned me pretty well and even went so far as to give me a little more patience than I was known to have. By the time we hit Carol's house in the upper class district I figured I could just about handle anything.
This woman, as we saw her when we arrived was about 5'5 without the stiletto shoes, was wearing her brownish reddish hair up in a styled ponytail flip thing, and was wearing more form fitting complete coverage clothing than I thought anyone could withstand in 82 degree weather, namely a white long-sleeved shirt with a row of buttons just off the shoulder and a pair of blue jeans. She was some version of a top level management for a string of bank trusts, coupled with her previous husband's alimony, she was doing pretty good for herself. I don't know if she was completely natural, but as far as I can tell she was.
Dark brown hair with blonde highlights, 36c breasts, nice tight frame, actually muscular buttocks with a nice round to them, and a gorgeous face especially for a woman in her early 40s. Where my patience ran out though was when she opened her mouth and let us know how much of a perfectionist she was. I took pride in my work, and did a good job cleaning up, but through the course of the day she continually came out to bitch…which turned into continually bitching at me…to talking down to me…to verbally assaulting me.
Now what I was noticing during her whole tirade that two things kept happening, firstly, she would come out every 10 or fifteen minutes looking a little less kempt and energetic than the first time, and secondly she had switched from complaining about the lawn to just trying to think of things that were derogatory to me. I'll mention this now, that I am a big fan bondage and latex clothing. I say this now because a couple of my previous girlfriends and I used to play games with each other that steered eerily close to how this woman was talking to me. I switch from top to bottom, depending on my mood, but generally I am pretty much dominating the situations.
I'm not rich by any means, but I have a couple toys like latex gloves and a multitude of collars and cuffs. Now, it was around the 15th time this woman had started to approach me and I saw that there was no one in the backyard but myself and soon to be her. As she came storming over to me, I watched her start to waver a little bit, and was almost unable to drop my blower and headphones in time to catch her as I saw her knees buckle from under her.
I caught her head and shoulders before she conked her head on the patio, and as my hand rested in the middle of her back I felt the shirt she was wearing slide around really freely, catching my bearings I noticed that where the shirt had pulled up from her pants there wasn't an undershirt or skin, but extremely well polished black latex. I looked around for the rest of my crew and quickly tucked her shirt back into her pants with the intent to prevent anyone from seeing her choice of undergarment. She jolted up as soon as I was pulling my fingertips out from under her belt line, and slapped me.
Looking at her in a less than controlled manner I retorted with a pretty substantial "What the HELL is your problem woman? I'm only trying to make sure you are ok, but now make sure your neighbors don't realize what they're living next to.” She stood up, glared at me for a second with some sweat starting to sheen on her face and stomped into the house, came out with a rake and while I was in the middle of trying to put my blower back on, swung it straight into the window and patio door, then ran into the house.
I was freaked out for a minute before I figured that she just had stress issues and I went about my business with the blower for the next couple of minutes until my boss came up, lifted the blower up and pushed me out of the straps. I turned and looked to see him scowling at me. He proceeded to inform me that in no uncertain terms was I not only fired, but my paycheck would be docked for the price of the windows.
Needless to say I a little bit upset. Now, I am not normally a vengeful or angry person but this woman had really crossed the line. How I wound up in her house was nothing short of stupid. I had come up with this knee jerk plan to dump about 2 garbage bags full of leaves onto her front lawn and grind it in as best as I could at around 11:00 the same night. What made things stupid was that while I was in the middle of doing it a cop car came to the corner and not only spotted me but placed me in handcuffs and brought me up to the door and knocked. She opened the door wearing a bathrobe with the sides tied tight and holding the top shut by her neck.
She saw me, the mess on her lawn, and quickly listened to the cops tell her what they found me doing. She simply asked that they let her speak to me in the house in private for a second they allowed it, and I was pushed forward into the doorway. She shut to door slowly; smiling at me and quickly grabbed a chunk of my hair and threw my head against the wall. "You little shit." She squeezed her hand, I tired as best I could to hide the pain in my scalp.
"I'll tell you what, you stay here and I won't press charges now….and we can talk about things." She opened the door again and the officers stepped into the doorway, turned me around and took the cuffs off me, as she explained that we were acquainted through family and that this was just a family prank, and if they'd care to wait on the front porch because they were tracking mud on her floor, she'd be happy to give them each a couple bucks for their trouble. They stepped back out, and she went to a small stand down the hall and pulled out a couple of things, the first being a pair of handcuffs and the second being a wallet.
She looked at me and explained as curtly as possible that I either let her put the cuffs on me or she screams and tells the cops that I threatened her. I was beat for the time being and turned around as she latched the cuffs on as tight as she could make them, then opened the door and tipped the officers said goodbye and thank you, and closed the door. They drove off and as soon as the engine had left earshot she was again on my with her fingers clenching my hair pressing my face against the wall. She must of had a pair of scissors because the next thing I felt was her slicing her way up my shorts leg and through my boxers on one leg, then the other.
Normally when you read about these kinds of things you get aroused, but in this case I was the exact opposite. She took the scissors to my shirt too, and soon I was standing against the wall with the scissor points resting against the skin over my kidney. She turned me around by simply leading by my hair and seemed to be really shocked as she saw my chest. I'm a pretty muscular guy, and as she looked she seemed to be really amused at the fact that my nipples are pierced. She took her hand out of my hair and wrenched on my left nipple, dropping me to my knees. After a few seconds she relented, the pain in my nipple overpowering my other instincts to keep track of what she was doing.
Next thing I know her finger tips are moving around my nipples, and the next thing I hear is a couple of ratcheting sounds from one side and then she switched to the other. I looked to see what she had done while she was working on my right nipple and I saw a padlock with a chain through the clasp leading over to her hand and as I followed the trail she pulled away with eh other locks being set. It was a chain, looking like surgical steel and about 12 gauge like my nipple rings. She stood up, put her toe on the chain and stepped forward, the pain was immediate, and I was drawn down to the ground by the chain.
She spit on me, and let her foot up, crouched and grabbed the chain and twisted it and led me to stand up. She walked me down the hall to the bathroom, took the chain and dropped the end around a towel bar and with a two more padlocks locked the middle part of the chain to my left nipple, then pulling the whole assembly tight she I had to lean against the towel bar with my ass a bit out, locked the other side.
I was trying to look around and see her as I felt her hand, specifically her thumb and forefinger, form a tight ring around my penis, right against the base so my scrotum and penis were pulled away from my body, and I felt cold wrapping extremely tight around that part, then heard a lock. Then I felt more cold go around my semi erect shaft and then a lock being closed, then I felt my balls become encircled and a lock. The way she had done it as I felt was that all three locks were dead center and in a line.
I normally tie a string around my package because I love the feeling of the constriction, and as this was going on, I was starting get into the mood she wanted me in because I quickly became hard and engorged, making everything throb and sensitive. The effect of the chain making it so blood stays in my penis and can't get out. I felt cold again. Only this time I couldn't identify it as metal, but rather something she was smearing all over my genitals and much to my disapproval my legs, crack, chest and even my face. Then she just left.
I stood in the bathroom, my nipples chained to a dowel rod, feeling as if I hadn't really tried to deal with this at all, and hating myself for being a bit too spooked to do anything but comply. I felt a little bit of a tingling feeling, as the stuff she smeared all over, was what I had already suspected to be some sort of nair cream. She came back after a few minutes, and I as squirming as best I could after trying to pull the dowel rod off the wall, and deal with the burning. Next I felt a towel running over my skin slowly, and then a strange feeling of cold air. By the time she had finished I was completely bald everywhere but my arms and head. She finally spoke to me.
"You live in an apartment on the east side don't you. You also don't live with anyone and have been fired. You can stay here for a bit then." I started to protest when I realized that she was holding a phone and held it up so I could see the number. It was the city police again, and she could have called them but chose not to because she takes care of her own problems, but would be happy to make a major stink and get my face all over the city news, which my family reads fairly regularly. It basically boiled down to whether I wanted to deal with some heavy embarrassment from my family and friends, or stay here for the weekend while I pay her back for being a "little shit".
I agreed with an additional statement that she'd get whatever she gave ten fold. She grabbed my hair and pulled backwards hair, pulling my hair and yanking the chain on my nipples. She sat on the toilet and began to question me. I answered; thinking that if it got me out of here before she did anything else to make my situation it'd be good.
By the end of the conversation she had a complete sexual history, a very in depth idea of what sort of things I liked, why I was where I was in life and a familiarity with any sort of bdsm stuff I may have done in the past. "Is there any way we can talk about anything that's going on?" I asked. She looked at me for a moment, so I continued. "I'm sorry I dumped the leaves on your lawn, I'm normally not like that, but you got me fired for doing my job and you over reacting to me trying to help." "Hmmm." I noticed her mood change slightly from irate to more of what I saw when we first met her at the job. She sat and contemplated as I stood, my legs and back starting to hurt from having to stand bent over. "ARGH!!! Hmmmm what!?" Startled, she looked at me, furrowed her brow reached over and slapped my extremely hard penis, and went back to thinking.
After a few moments she spoke. "How about I pay you to come over here and we'll do this sort of thing." "What sort of thing…bondage stuff?" "Yeah." I stood for a minute thinking. "How much money?" She snapped at me. "Don't you haggle with me about this, I could just continue to do this until I get tired of not making a story about it." She paused, sighing, and looked at me while walking behind me. "Look…"I felt her hands on the small of my back lightly rubbing the area. "… I work a lot, and I don't have a whole lot of time to date, let alone find someone who would become accustomed to my tastes.
You're already kinda close, young, healthy, and it's a better options, I'll pay you to come over and just interact with me. I'll even let you do what you want on occasion." "I'll pay you $100 a day each day you come over here. If you can't come over, that's fine, if you can then be here at 6:00 sharp." "Six in the morning?" "Yes." "How long would I have to stay?" "Does it matter?" "If I'm stuck in a situation like this for 10 hours I'd be kinda prone to say it matters…besides…you hurt." She smiled at that as her the feeling of her hands turned to light nails grazing the skin over my ass cheeks and down the backs of my legs.
She slowly started to run her nails up and down my legs getting closer to the inside of my thighs until she finally got to the base of my engorged penis. "I could make it worth your while…. $100 a day…and." Her nails started to do tiny circles on my testicles and slowly up and down the sides of my shaft. It was a very intense feeling, and it struck me that she was actually really good at pushing my buttons. I was losing my ability to reason, this was an incredible feeling, despite the assault my nipples took from her earlier. Abruptly her hands stopped. "Well?
What do you say?" I was swimming in hormones, achy and amazingly turned on…so I quietly let out a "Yes." She smiled, gave my penis a couple of soft and gentle tugs, turned off the light and left the bathroom. I called after her as soon as I realized what had happened, and no sooner than I had opened my mouth she was back, she came up to me, and I knew the light from the hall illuminated me, but she was covered in shadow. I felt her close to my side, and suddenly her fingertips were on my right nipple. "Open." She gave my nipple a test pinch, but I got the idea. I opened and felt a semi soft bar press between my teeth, and a strap go around the back of my head.
Another strap came around the top of my head and around the bottom of my chin, forcing me to bite down on the bit. She turned the light back on, drew a bath, and stripped, tossing the robe onto my back before gravity eventually let it fall to the ground. She walked up to me, and I felt her nipples brush against my back, as her arms encircled my chest and crossed so that she was touching each of my nipples. She let her hands slid down my body until she came back to my penis, specifically the length of chain and the lock around my scrotum. I felt her playing with it before a sharp pulling sensation adding quite a severe aching pain from my balls.
I moved, realized that made it worse, and felt that she had placed a large weight on it. "That's 10 lbs. This is your punishment for the lawn." Next thing I felt was a hand encircle my penis and start pumping rhythmically as her other hand began to slap my ass, inside of my thighs, and my nipples. It hurt, and it was arduous, but I found myself getting closer to orgasm. She went faster and faster, slap slap slap. My body hurt, it was exhausting, and I was getting so close that I could taste it…and then her hand stopped moving on my shaft. She kept spanking me, even proceeded to slap my penis a couple times, but no more pumping. I bit down and screamed into the gag and she just laughed.
"That's a good boy." I stood there for another 2 hours as she bathed, and got herself off in the bathtub, alot. She was extremely vocal, and among her assorted "I loved that… I loved doing that to you." was a few strings of other things she’d had in mind to do to me that sounded a little less than appealing.
That was 2 weeks ago, and so far I have been coming over here frequently. She gave me a key, and some days she'll be out at the office and will leave a note, most times just to call her, other times with instructions and times to do them. She has an amazing collection of things, and on two occasions we went to fetish shops and she just let me pick out a bunch of things to have. As I entered the house today, I saw her sitting in the living room, and as I came up to her I realized that she was nude. This was sort of odd, normally she would just bark orders at me as soon as I got in the door.
She looked up at me and smiled, not saying anything and I walked around the couch to sit with her, she dropped to her knees and folded her arms in front of her, pushing her breasts up and out towards me. "I did something for you." I looked at her for a moment and then crouched in front of her. She looked at me and smiled a little, I smiled back, and took each nipple gently between my fingertips. "Not those though. Those are for me." I was surprised, and I asked her what she did do. She stood, and as she stood I saw that she had pierced her clit, which was really a turn on for me, and I'm not sure why. "Do you want to play?" I asked her. She shook her head yes and dropped back to her knees.
I started to walk upstairs while patting my thigh, and she followed on her hands and knees. When we got upstairs to her room, I had her stop on the floor, and crouched next to her. I slowly traced my fingers from her nipples, down her sides, which was a fun game because she was ticklish, down to her now pierced clit. It was sensitive, and she had been taking great care of herself, which normally meant a completely hairless body. I pinched her clit lightly, and she began to waver a little on her knees, and slowly worked my fingers into her vagina, which was awaiting me.
I slowly moved them in circles, in and out, up and down, with my thumb gently rubbing her swollen clitoris, sometimes using my other hands to tug on her nipple rings, or run my fingertips from between her breasts up her neck and to her chin, which she would generally take cue and start sucking on my fingers like I'd cum from it. After about 2 minutes, the inside of her thighs were wet and glistening, and small puddle collecting under her, as she panted and trembled. I slapped her ass and she crawled forward and assumed her position. We came up with a series of positions that dictated what kind of play we were going to do.
As I watched her, she slinked forward, stretched her arms out in front of her, tucked her knees under her and thrust her ass in the air, with her head down between her arms. I went to her giant walk-in closet, and looked around. This was all of her gear, and some of mine, which left me a lot of room to be creative. First I took a small d ring with two long leather straps coming from each side and tossed it out in front of her. Taking her cue she picked it up and quickly began to lace the leather straps into her hair, forming a tight ponytail with the ring at the end of it.
Secondly, I pulled out a latex posture collar that had anchor points all around it, and a heavy steel boning, this I tossed out to the room, and watches as she took it hastily, and placed it around her neck, and locked it shut. This forced her head to be facing slightly up, so she was looking at just about my forehead if I stood right in front of her. Four spreader bars, 4 sets of locking leather cuffs, and a coil of cotton rope about the width of thick shoelaces. I came out and set these items down on the bed, and she was kneeling in her spot in front of the bed.
I took the coil of rope, placed the mid point of it behind her neck and let each side drape down, which I took and wrapped under her arms and criss crossed behind her back. I took the ends and formed an x between her breasts and then looped it around her breasts so that they would be drawn together and separated from her body. As I did this she continued to pant slightly, her eyes closed tightly, sometime she'd nibble on her lip or lick them, and her whole body seemed to be aching for attention. I wrapped the rope around both of her breasts, then between them, but not amazingly tight.
Just enough so that they were constricted, the way she liked it, and then I tied a large knot directly in the middle of her back between her shoulder blades. There was still about 4 feet of rope dangling on each side, which I was going to let sit. I took the leather cuffs, locked them onto her ankles and wrists snugly, and placed a pair in the middle of her upper arm and a pair a little bit above her knees and locked them on. I then took the spreader bars, which were set at about 2 and a half feet, and locked on end to each side of her posture collar.
I took her ankles, and spread them apart, forcing her legs to go wider, and connected the two spreader bars to her ankles, which forced her into a kneel that pulled her whole body a she tried to move. The last two spreader bars I placed at 1 and 3 feet, and locked to each end of the 1ft spreader to her ankle cuffs, and the last one to her knee cuffs which had a dramatic effect on her kneel, by forcing her to arch backwards, and just her hips out, making her whole body become taught.
I took the ends of the rope I had left and crossed them around the spreader bars on opposite sides and ran the ends to the front of her, before looping the ends through her nipple rings, I pulled on the rope taking up slack, and finally making her whole chest harness become tighter, keeping the tension I tied a know on each end about an inch in front of her rings, and let the rope out slowly, which as it returned to its regular place, pulled her nipples to each side. I took the remaining slack, and cut it off, which left me a length of rope maybe 2 feet long.
I took this, and looped it through her clit ring, before looping each end through her nipple rings, and tying them off after removing as much slack and elasticity as I could. The effect that was created was that anytime she moved the movement would pull her nipples to the sides and take her clit ring up harder, which right now, was pulled up and stretched a little bit making it hard and sensitive. She was whimpering now, and she had collected quite a puddle underneath her knees. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily, each time a little bit of that motion being transferred to her clit.
Sweat was starting to make her body glisten, and as I sat down in front of her and crossed my legs, I could see her try to look around. I leaned forward, and just barely grazed her clit with the tip of my tongue taking about 10 seconds to complete the whole pass. She moaned with a ring of frustration, surprise, and pleasure. I did the same thing every minute for 10 minutes before she finally broke down and begged me to do something more. I did. I let my fingers roam around her inner thigh areas, finally settling in to to finger her vagina and anus and leaned forward to lick her clitoris slowly. Everything I did was synchronized, lick swirl wiggle.
I could feel her shaking as her muscles obviously had to be sore by now, I continued lightly licking while I reached around and grabbed her dildo. It was a butterfly dildo, which penetrated both back and front. I took it and lubed it up, with both some gel and her own lube, before lining it up and slowly pushing it home. I kept my hand pressed against the base and let it drop out a bit, then push it back in slowly, as for the first time I wrapped my whole mouth around her clitoris sucking and licking feverishly, she cried out as the assault took her by surprise and came almost instantly.
I didn't relent with my mouth, each time she would climax I would move the dildo faster and faster until I was moving it as faster I could. By this time she was so sensitive that anytime I made a pass with my tongue she'd spasm, and instead of having consecutive orgasms, they just sort of molded into one ride that would peak frequently. After another few minutes I stopped, and undid all the locks and let the gear just fall to the floor. She slumped back into my arms, and I lifted her up and put her on her bed and left the room and took a shower. After about ten minutes, she came in quietly and proceeded to lather her hands up and start to wash me.
I had learned that at least, when she had a mindset to have something go a certain way it was best just to let it go. I was tired, and by my accounts it was somewhere close to 10:00 in the morning, and as I stood leaning against the wall with my eyes and head in the spray I felt her mouth wrap around my flaccid penis. She sucked hard, completely catching me by surprise and I almost slipped until her hands pressed against my hips hard and pressed me against the wall. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me with the entirety of my penis in her mouth getting harder by the second and she just sort of winked at me.
I tilted my head back and she went to town, sucking, drawing out, licking, and pumping with her hands, cupping my balls and gently tugging on them. "I'm gonna finish…let up." She seemed to just nod no and kept going, suddenly with a surge of energy almost tripling her pace, rhythm and suction. I came hard, and she just kept going, I finished over the course of a full minute, and she wouldn't let up. I reached up and grabbed the shower spout to steady myself and she not once so much as looked phased by my overwhelmed state. She continued on like that for another 5 or 6 minutes not stopping until I had finished at least 2 more times. She finally sat back, smiled at me, began to wash my legs.
After the shower I went and lay down on the couch downstairs, just wearing a towel and at some point I awoke to find her laying half on the couch on me. I wrapped my arms around her and shifted a bit so she'd be on the couch completely and we just slept. Part 2. One of the harder things to imagine for me, it who in their right mind came up with the idea for tongue bondage. I have been looking at the clamp running across Carol’s tongue for a good 2 or 3 minutes, as it was I was able to get a really great look. Imagine a pair of 10 inch metal rods, kinda bendy, with a flattened part about 2 inches in the middle, that had a hinge on one side, and a clasp on the other.
Now imagine, a gorgeous 33 year old with a tight, muscular body, 36c breasts with pierced nipples, wearing nothing but latex stockings and opera length gloves, a latex hood (eye, nostril and mouth holes) bright red lipstick, and had her tongue extended as far out as she could with a clamp on it. And a latex waist cincher. And some rope. I had her tied with her arms folded behind her head, like, if you folded your arms, and while keeping them folded, just raised them behind your head. Her wrists were covered to about mid-forearm with coils, and then tied to her elbows with about the same amount of coil to her elbows.
Her legs were cross legged, and tied at the ankles, and cinched, with rope leading to her knees, which each had coils, and cinches, and finally ending with two tails coming from her knees, through two D-rings on the back side of her waist cincher, and up to her elbows, making her unable to curl forward. I had a pair of clamps pulling on either side of her labia, pulling it apart, which were connected by a chain to her pierced nipples. I had found a rather amusing toy that she also wore now. On each of her nipples, she had a small barbell running through the nipple, and a metal stirrup that was on the barbell.
Behind her barbell, and connected to the barbell was an ½ inch deep cone, that covered her areola and pulled her nipple slightly away from her breast, essentially covering the rest of her nipple. Because this stretched her nipple, it made them extremely sensitive, which she seemed to enjoy as I continued to kiss and lick them while admiring her tongue clamp. I had changed her clit ring to a barbell with a stirrup as well, which allowed me to flip the stirrup quickly with my finger sending a vibration through her as my finger grazed over the top of it.
She was panting heavily, which was part her normal reaction to sexual stimuli, and partially embellished because she was currently playing the roll of my pet. I was in the third day of being in charge, which after we finished this scenario we would switch to my being her sub. I was really scared for that. Suffice to say that I was trying to drag this out and make it as intense and exhausting as I could, and I had managed to keep her on the edge for over 45 minutes, when she finally had too much, and came hard, moaning out and wriggling in her bonds as best she could. I was regretting letting her out. I was regretting it a lot.
My head was resting on the floor, and I had my knees tucked under me, and my arms were between my legs. My wrists were tied extremely tight to my ankles, which were tied together via a 1 foot spreader bar, and my collar, which was a nice leather and steel collar about 3 inches wide was locked around my neck, and was then tied to my knees, basically making me stick. She had taken the liberty of tying a cord around the shaft of my penis…coiled it in fact, so there was about 1/2 and inch of cord coiled, and knotted it tightly in the front, wrapped another ½ inch coil around my balls, and a final 1 wide coil around the whole package right against my pelvis.
From that final coil, a knot was tied directly at the bottom, and the rest of the cord was tied quite tightly to the back of my collar. The whole setup forced me to stay down, with my ass in the air while it pulled my penis backwards enough that it was poking the floor behind me. Granted, it was an e
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