Chapter 7: Carly wants to dominate me
A few days later, Carly stopped over.
“Now that I have experienced being tied up a few times, I want to expand my horizons a little. Friday, when I come here, I want you to be tied up and blindfolded. Are you in shock?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m in shock. Delighted and excited would be more accurate. Do you want me to tie myself up and blindfold myself or do you want the honor?”
“Exactly, tie yourself up. I want you naked and handcuffed with your arms locked behind your back, sitting in a wooden chair with your ankles taped to the chair legs with duct tape. Can you do that for me?”
“You want to find me helpless, is that right?”
“Yup, do you agree?”
“Should I be scared?”
“Not really, but I think you’ll find a side of me that you haven’t seen before.”
When Friday came, I was so excited I was about to burst. I think I looked at the clock at least a hundred times before two o’clock, which was when Carly was expected. At 1:40, I gathered the rope and tape I needed. I stripped and taped my feet to the chair legs as ordered. I put a blindfold over my eyes and cuffed my hands behind my back. Now I waited. Time moves slowly when you are in a position like this. It was totally quiet. I wished I had left the TV on or radio, anything to make some noise.
Finally, I heard a car drive up the driveway. It seemed like hours before I heard the door open. I knew it was Carly, but you are never positive in this situation. I wanted her to speak so I knew it was her, but she remained silent.
After what seemed like an hour, but I’m sure was only minutes, I felt a kiss on my lips. When blindfolded, other senses are heightened. I could smell the weak scent of Carly’s perfume. I felt her hand on my cock, slowly massaging me. She gently squeezed my balls with one hand and rubbed my cock with the other. She must have dropped to her knees because I could feel her shoulders between my knees. She whispered,
“Don’t cum slave, that’s right, you are my slave today.”
I felt her mouth on my cock, slowly moving up and down. So this was her plan, tease me until she drove me crazy.
“Carly, please let me cum, please,” I begged.
“No talking, slave.”
Instantly I felt a hand clamped over my mouth. Being hand gagged has always been a turn on for me. I wondered if she knew that.
Now silenced, she resumed the sweet torture of the longest lasting blowjob ever.
I desperately tried not to cum.
After several more minutes, she stopped teasing me. My cock was swollen and filled with fluid. I wanted to cum very badly. I squirmed around in my chair, trying to get some relief without success.
I felt Carly get up and heard her walk away, returning in seconds with ice cubes and a ball gag.
“Open up, slave.” she said as I felt a ball gag on my lips.
I reluctantly opened my mouth and let her gag me. She began rubbing my cock and balls with the ice. The ice made my erection shrink to nothing in a minute or less. Then the teasing blowjob started all over again. So this was my afternoon, incomplete blowjob followed by ice torture. After about an hour, the real torture started. Carly tied a cord around my penis several times, tight.
“I read about CBT and watched this on a video. Does it hurt? I don’t want to hurt you, not too badly anyway.” She rubbed my bound cock softly for several minutes. “I’m not sure what to do now. I could whack your penis with a wooden spoon. I could release you. Or I could just go home and let you find a way to get loose by yourself.” After a long pause, she said,
“I think I’ll change my clothes, would you like that? I brought the new clothes you bought for me, the riding clothes. I would like to wear them when I am riding, but I would like to ride you first. She untied my arms and legs and ordered me to get on my hands and knees. I wanted to see her in those riding clothes very badly, but she teased me by leaving me blindfolded. She replaced my ball gag with a rope gag that also acted as a halter. She climbed on my back and straddled me. I could feel her boots on my bare legs. With my cock still bound, I couldn’t get a full erection but I could tell the blood filled my cock.
“Giddy up, slave horse,” she laughed as she slapped my ass. She used the rope gag to steer me around the house, her booted legs digging into my thighs. She rode me for about ten minutes.
She finally removed my blindfold and gag and I got see Carly in her new riding clothes. I had been dreaming about this moment since I ordered those clothes. She looked even better than I had dreamt.
“Oh yes, you look wonderful.”
“The boots, you like my boots?”
“They look great.”
“Well, slave, show me how much you like my boots.”
I immediately dropped to my knees and kissed and licked her boots. I worshipped them from the toes to her knees. She gave me a few swats with her riding crop even though I didn’t need coaxing.
“As a thank you for buying this outfit for me, I want to give you the best blow job you have ever had. Would you like to sit or lie down?” She led me to the bedroom.
“I’d like to sit so I can watch you.”
So for the next half hour I watch my lovely rider girl suck my cock. Life is good, very good.
After I came Carly announced, “I brought something special for dinner, to celebrate.” We had a nice shrimp scampi dinner and champagne before sitting on the couch watching TV, my arm around her.
“Would you like me to change clothes?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like you leave that sexy outfit on for a while.”
She spent the night for the first time since the cast-off party. I wanted her to leave the riding clothes on and let me tie her up. I was in heaven when she agreed. She looked great, my beautiful rider girl, bound and gagged. I eventually removed her riding clothes and we made awesome love, my best ever for sure.
When we were in bed she said, “I think I might be a switch, just like you. I love being tied up and totally submissive to you. But I like what we did today too. Is that okay with you, if we switch roles sometimes?”
“Of course it is. I’m delighted you enjoy bondage, being both submissive sometimes and dominant too because I enjoy both roles. Today was a wonderful surprise and I look forward to tomorrow.”
story continued in chapter eight
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