Handcuffs for Beginners 7: David
Will Anne take his pants off?
Jane had left to sort her husband out. Meanwhile, Anne had plans for her husband David. If you missed previous episodes, Part One is here.
“So, Baby Boy, would you like me to take your pants off?”.
Anne’s words hung in the air. Her husband David was tied to their bed, wearing a pair of control pants and hold up stockings. Anne’s new strap on penis was jammed against his anus, his only protection being the strong fabric of the elasticated knickers.
She gave a further thrust of Her Cock, and gasped with pleasure while her fingernails tightened their painful grip on his nipples.
She could feel his heart thumping. Eventually, in a tiny, frightened voice, he answered her question.
“Yes… but please don’t put that in me. It’s way too big.”
Anne felt her heart melt. She had never heard her big, strong man sound so frightened. He had a point. The appendage in question was sized for her greedy friend’s vagina. She smiled again at the thought, then turned her attention back to David. Her thumbs engaged with the waistband of his control pants, and gently wriggled them down.
David gasped with anguish then relief as his penis jammed then freed itself from the tight elastic. He shook with excitement as Anne slowly slid their silky fabric against his stocking covered thighs, knees, calves, and stopped as their downwards movement was thwarted by the scarf tying his ankles together. He looked at her, his eyes pleading.
“Hey, I’m not going to take them right off. We may need to pull them up again”. She watched his face betray another huge wave of fear, and bit her lip to suppress a smile. She was enjoying the sense of having him at her mercy. He rolled on to his back. His penis stood to attention, and throbbed. A glistening droplet appeared at its tip. David’s hands pulled hard against the cord, but he was six inches short of being able to touch himself.
Anne watched his struggle, marvelling at his desperation. She snuggled next to him, wrapped both hands round her own Strap On Cock, and wanked. As the new owner of a strap-on, her delight matched that of a teenage boy discovering himself for the first time. The Cock’s proximal end stimulated her to another…. Phew!… gentle orgasm. She relaxed, turned to face David, her stocking covered thigh sliding across the front of his, and kissed him. Her tongue penetrated and fucked his mouth, her Wayward Cock jiggled against his side. His hips bucked; his attempt to pump thin air was valiant but unsatisfying.
Anne withdrew from the kiss and studied her husband. “So, did you enjoy watching me fuck Jane?” He stammered something incomprehensible, which she took as a yes. She wondered, would he do absolutely anything she asked?
“Would you like to taste her?” She put a hand on his shoulder and pushed. “Wriggle downwards, David. No, I’m not untying the cord. You’ll have to hold your arms up.”
He hesitated, so she pushed him harder, roughly rotating his shoulders so he was lying on his side, facing The Cock. She held a handful of his hair, and teased his lips with her tip before thrusting gently.
He gasped, gagged, tasted, then, as Jane’s potent copulins hit his tastebuds, he closed his mouth tightly and, to Anne’s amazement, sucked, hard.
“Oooh! You do like our sexy young neighbour…. Arrghhh!” Anne orgasmed again with the motion of David’s mouth and the memory of how The Cock had come to taste of Jane.
She looked down at her obedient husband, and felt a sudden desire to sate his overwhelming desperation, then undid The Cock’s straps, releasing herself while leaving it in his mouth, then pushed him on to his back and straddled him, landing neatly on his erect penis. Her thighs gripped the sides of his chest. Her hands grasped The Cock, wriggling it in his mouth. Her strong internal muscles squeezed him.
“Fuck me, Big Boy”. He didn’t need telling twice. He rotated his pelvis beneath her, back and forth, his evening of stimulus and denial quickly culminating in a huge ejaculation, a sigh, a softening penis. Anne felt his warm floods inside her and smiled. She withdrew The Cock from his mouth and leaned forward, relaxing on top of him, kissing him deeply. His mouth tasted deliciously of Jane. She kissed him some more.
They stayed close for a minute, then she reached for the handcuff key and released his wrists.
“I was joking about pulling the pants up. You can untie your ankles and take them off if you want to”.
He reached down, hesitated, and looked at her for reassurance. His uncertain expression slightly unnerved her.
“Hey, it’s OK. You have my permission…”
His fingers wrapped around the waistband of the knickers, and slowly, his eyes constantly checking for her reassurance, he pulled them up, the tense silence interrupted only by her sharp intake of breath and the swish of elasticated Lycra against his nylon covered thighs.
He carefully eased the waistband in to position, still holding her gaze, then moved forward and hugged her. She instinctively hugged him back, and felt his tears dampening her chest.
She kissed his forehead and held him as his post orgasmic sleepiness overcame him. She listened as his breathing slowed and deepened, and then closed her eyes. Just now, she was the happiest woman in the world.
7.15am- Anne woke to the clank of coffee cups and the simultaneous beep of her phone with a good morning message from Jane.
David was wearing his chunky towelling robe. It took her a second to register that his calves and feet were still covered by her black stockings, and the colourful silk scarf that had tied his ankles last night, was around his neck.
He placed the tray carefully on her bedside table, and then knelt on the floor next to her. Surprised, she ruffled his hair and spoke:
“Hey, Good Morning Darling. Thanks for the coffee”. She paused. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
David nodded, and fiddled with the neck of his dressing gown. He pulled out the scarf, which was knotted at his neck with a long end, and a short end. He placed the long end in Anne’s hand, and wrapped her fingers around it. Still holding her closed fist, he leaned forward, and kissed the inside of her wrist and forearm.
Anne had not been expecting this. She took a second to compose her thoughts, and then spoke again:
“Are you still wearing your pants?”
David nodded. Anne felt herself tingle with excitement. She pulled the scarf to bring his ear next to her mouth. She spoke in a whisper:
“Good boy! Mistress is very pleased with you”.
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