Series, Erotic Romance
Handcuffs for Beginners 5: Governess
Jane finds a new role, and may have fallen in love…
Anne has her husband tied to the bed, and has just invited her best friend and neighbour to join them. If you missed previous episodes, part one is here
Anne leaned over and gave David another quick kiss, then went to open the front door. Blonde hair, thigh length coat, black stockings, heels, Jane was gorgeous. Anne felt herself wetten as she hugged her friend. Jane felt herself melt inside. She returned Anne’s stare with one of total longing, then kissed her; lips, tongue, an ecstasy of sensations. Anne held Jane’s waist with one hand, ran the other through her hair to the back of her neck, locking her in a firm embrace, and returned the kiss.
“So, we’re just neighbours who happen to be quite good friends?”
“Absolutely!” They giggled.
“Now, David is tied to the bed and wearing some interesting new underwear. He’ll be mortified if you walk in and talk to him about it. I’ll join you in five minutes”.
Anne watched as Jane climbed the stairs. Black stockings disappearing under her coat, hips undulating with each step, elegant bag in her hand…
…what did she have in that bag?
David was exploring the simple effectiveness of his bonds. If he lifted his handcuffed hands above his head the cord that went through the headboard, under the bed, then up and round the scarf tying his ankles would loosen, which allowed him to curl up, and turn on his side or tummy. If he pulled his hands down the cord tightened forcing him to straighten his legs, but however much he stretched his legs, his hands could only get to chest level. His penis was aching and throbbing inside the tight Lycra control pants, and there was nothing he could do to release himself from their silky, cruel embrace.
Anne had left the room ten minutes ago. Without her reassuring presence, a sudden wave of terror took hold of him. He felt tears welling in his eyes, the frightened child reasserting himself despite the intervening decades of adulthood.
The reassuring sounds of footsteps on the stairs prompted him to blink his tears away and quickly shuffle on to his back, positioned as she had left him. He stared at the ceiling.
“Hi David”. The familiar but unexpected voice made him jump. He looked, saw her looking at what he was wearing, and felt himself blush, sweat and tremble with fear and embarrassment.
“J-Jane,” he stammered, before completely running out of words.
“Hey, David, it’s OK. I love your pants and stockings. Your bare chest isn’t bad, either. What has she done to you with those handcuffs and bits of string? Ooh! That’s clever, you can’t touch yourself”.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her hip brushing his, still wearing her coat to compound his embarrassment at wearing so little. She chattered on. Then stopped mid-sentence as she caught his eye. He was terrified. She spoke again, in a gentler but serious tone:
“David, some women are allowed to see you in your underwear; Your nurse, your doctor, your carer when you’re old, your Mum when you’re young, your nanny, your Governess…”
She stopped at Governess. His sharp intake of breath had given her the information she wanted. She smiled, and then looked round as the door opened and Anne entered.
Jane stood and embraced her friend once more. Anne reached for her coat buttons, and popped a couple undone.
“How do you want to play this?”
Anne looked uncertain. Jane decided to help and grabbed her bag.
“Guessing game! You can join in too, David”.
She reached in to the bag then slowly lifted her hand, revealing a black strap, then another loop of webbing, then a triangular piece of leather, which she turned round to reveal a huge, silicone penis. Anne gasped in surprise. David looked as if he might faint.
“I figured that three of us might need more than one penis”, she explained with a coy smile. She threw her coat aside ignoring the “Nice Basque,” comment from the man who seemed to have just found his voice. She held the Strap On Penis in front of her and paused to gauge Anne’s reaction. Anne was wide-eyed and salivating.
“You see, this is obviously a penis, otherwise known as The Enormous Cock. The straps go round the waist and tops of thighs, this protruding bit on the other side is moulded to fit my….”
She was rudely interrupted by Anne who reached out and grabbed a strap and pulled the device out of Jane’s hands.
“Quick! Help me put this on”, said Anne between tugging at the now tangled straps. Jane bit her lip to suppress her laughter, and quickly sorted out the straps.
Anne stood up straight, and walked in a small circle, giggling, an honorary member of the well-endowed boys’ club. She grabbed Jane and pulled her on to her side of the bed, kissed that now familiar mouth and with her spare hand reached for the waistband of Jane’s knickers. She held Jane still for a second and turned to David.
“Darling, I want you to roll on to your side and watch this. Try not to rip your pants”.
David nodded and wriggled on to his side. Anne leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before turning her attention back to Jane’s waistband. In two easy movements she removed Jane’s knickers, spread her legs and rolled her on to her back. Anne abandoned her plans for further foreplay. Jane was dripping, her eyes, fixed on The Cock, were begging for it.
Anne took a second to reposition herself in the unfamiliar male alignment, and then with a surprising confidence entered her friend, sliding in easily with a gentle but compelling undulation of her hips. Lips met, arms entwined, nipples teased each other as their matched heights allowed total contact. Anne speeded up, her instinct being to superfuck her friend to the biggest climax ever.
Jane, meanwhile, had her mind focussed on the inside of Anne’s harness. The moulded inner end of The Cock would be intimately engaged with her pussy. She wrapped her legs tightly around Anne, surprising her with the sudden entrapment. She gripped The Cock tightly in her vagina, and wriggled her hips. Anne gasped in surprise as her end of The Cock started to do things inside her. Jane’s arms tightened around Anne’s shoulders. The mouth next to her ear whispered:
“People with penises get to orgasm first. Enjoy it, Big Girl”.
Having forgotten the notion of pounding her friend to oblivion, Anne succumbed to Jane’s spoken suggestion, her captive embrace, and the motion of The Cock’s proximal end inside her. She screamed. Jane smiled for a second, then found herself overcome with the excitement of what she was doing. She screamed too. For several minutes the two ladies’ hips moved, in unison, then in opposition, The ‘Wickedly Effective Cock’ transmitting every undulation from one pelvis to the other. Eventually, Jane heard Anne’s final gasp and felt the weight of a completely relaxed person on top of her. She laid and enjoyed the aftershocks triggered by ‘The Cock That Never Went Soft’.
David, meanwhile, was apoplectic. His own (merely 20% larger than average) penis had finally beaten its elastic prison. He was erect inside the control pants, which despite the triumphant positives of such a predicament, was bloody painful. He shuffled and pulled at his restraints, trying to find a comfortable position, suddenly distracting both women from their post-coital reverie.
“David! Are you OK?”.
They rolled over and kissed both his cheeks. A hand checked the front of his pants. “Wow! Your Governess is impressed”.
They giggled, then Jane spoke again: “My hour’s up. I should leave you guys to it. Apart from that, I have some unfinished business with Patrick”. She smiled her beguilingly mischievous smile.
Anne helped her on with her coat, popping her knickers in the pocket, and showed her to the front door. She grasped The Cock, and used it to wave goodbye.
“Do you mind if I keep this overnight and drop it back tomorrow?”.
Jane looked suddenly very shy and hesitated before speaking. “I bought it for you a few months ago. I didn’t quite know how to give it to you, but finally, I’m so glad you like it”.
Anne stared at her friend, almost tearful, then gave her a final hug, a lingering kiss, and pushed her out of the door.
Back in the bedroom, David had rolled on to his other side, lifted his arms above his head to loosen the cord so he could curl his legs up, which slightly eased the agony of an erect penis that had been jammed inside a pair of control pants for some time.
Anne hopped on to her side of the bed and snuggled up to his back, spooning him. She positioned The Cock against the gusset of his pants, giving gentle thrusts against his testicles, his perineum, and his anus which was protected by the strong fabric. Her right hand simultaneously reached in front of him and fondled his throbbing erection through the slippery fabric. He moaned, a sound she hadn’t heard before, agony and ecstasy combined.
Her hand moved to the waistband of the pants, her thumb sliding inside, thumbnail torturing his exquisitely tender tip. The Cock gave another couple of harder thrusts, this time unambiguously jamming Lycra against his virgin anus.
“So, Baby Boy, would you like me to take your pants off?”.
The Story Continues:
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