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~Caught~
© 2001 Jude Mason
"Jimmy, I'm home," came the expected but dreaded call.
Jimmy laid waiting, as he had been for most of the
afternoon, the knots tightened far past what his numbed
fingers could untangle.
"Hey, where are you? Get out here and help me with
these damn groceries will you." Heather's voice shattered the silence.
Next came the footsteps he'd been fretting about for the past three
hours.
Through the dining room heading down the hall towards him,
the click, click of her heels tormented him. His bladder had been
painfully full for quite some time and now threatened to let loose.
Clamping his butt tightly, he fought for control; his situation was bad
enough without adding to it. Closer and closer, his heart raced and
sweat trickled from under his arms.
"Jimmy. Jim what! Oh my
God, what are you are you all right? What happened? Who did this to
you?" She stood, gaping at him.
He was almost naked, bound and
gagged across their bed, unable to answer or move. Fully exposed and
totally embarrassed he lay before his wife of only eight months. The pink
slip and nylon stockings she could see were just the outer trappings.
The hum of a vibrator seemed very loud in the silence that
ensued.
She took several halting steps forward, almost against her
will, hands outstretched and trembling. Tearing her eyes away from
his, she slowly moved them down his body. Her mouth sagged even wider
as she realized what she was seeing. Jimmy was dressed in her lingerie. The gag kept him quiet, except for the sobs of frustration
and embarrassment that racked him. Blinking, she shuddered then
resumed her inspection.
He was made up as a woman. His longish
brown hair swept up and pinned, then make-up quite skillfully applied.
Though he was almost six feet tall, Jimmy was slender and not overly
muscular. He could easily pass for a woman, not a beauty by any means, but
an attractive one. Very little facial or body hair added to the
elusion. His red painted lips stretched wide around a largish tightly
buckled ball gag. Above his head, his useless, bloated hands had been
tied with one of her scarves, and then secured to the headboard. Heather's
gaze lowered to Jimmy's hairless chest partially covered by her pink
silk, his nipples forming tiny bumps in the slip. Further down she saw
his erection twitching. Obviously he was turned on, and by the size of
the wet spot, had been for quite some time. His knees were tied and the silken scarves had been fastened to the legs of the bed stretching his
legs wide, ensuring his captivity. The tops of his stockings and the
lacy garters showed, as did his soft inner thigh and bulging pink
panties beneath.
Another step forward and she touched him, just
below the knee. His nylon clad leg felt odd beneath her fingers and he
tried vainly to pull away. Sliding her fingers higher, then
drawing away, only to once more reach for him. Curiosity and surprise
were almost overwhelming as she stepped forward to remove his gag. The
unfamiliar buckles fought her fumbling fingers, but finally she
managed to pluck the ball free.
"Jimmy, are you all right? Should I
phone the police? What happened to you? Did someone break in? Did they
hurt you? Did they steal anything? Are you okay?" Her questions came like machine gun fire, too quick to answer and he wasn't sure he could
give her all the answers she deserved anyway. Her hands fluttered over
him, touching him, reassuring herself that he wasn't hurt. In the
process she also discovered how excited she was becoming. Seeing him
trussed up, and as far as she could tell, forced to wear her slinky lingerie was having a profound effect on her.
"Please Heather,
don't. Leave me alone just untie my hands. Heather stop, don't. For God sakes, leave me alone." He croaked, while struggling futilely against
the silk. She continued as if she hadn't heard him. Thrusting up the
slip she saw his erection, tightly bound and ready to explode. Her
tiny panties were much too small to hold him.
"Jimmy, who did
this?" She looked up into his face, seeing his embarrassment for the first time. "Who? Tell me." She reached forward and with a surprisingly
steady hand gripped his erection and squeezed.
"No one!" He
finally whimpered hoarsely. His eyes closed as his head dropped back on
the bed. "No one did it. I did it. Please, Heather untie me, let me
loose. I'll explain everything, but please just let me loose."
Undeniable and total defeat was etched on his face. Heather stopped,
but only for a moment, then resumed her exploration.
"Tell me.
Tell me the whole story, now." Her demand gave him the opening he'd
secretly always wanted. Without opening his eyes he began to speak.
"Ever since I can remember, I've always loved the feel of women's
underwear. I remember taking my mother's underclothes and wearing them
when no one was home. I was always terrified that someone would catch
me, but I'd get so excited thinking about it. Then I found books, lots
of them, with pictures of women tied up and later some with men. I looked
at those for months, read them every night and masturbated till
Heather please let me loose. I really have to get loose. I've been
here for hours and I have to pee so bad. If you don't let me go, I
don't think I can hold on much longer. Please Heather, I'll tell you
everything." Desperately, he begged.
"Yes Jim, you will. I had
no idea about this and I want to hear it all." She stepped to the head
of the bed and struggled with the knots he'd managed to pull so tight that
she couldn't get them loose.
"Damn Heather, cut them. I need to
go. Please, if you don't we're going to have a very wet bed. Oh fuck
Heather, just cut the fuckin' thing please." Desperation made his voice
shrill and he thrashed around trying to get free.
From the top
of her dresser, Heather grabbed her sewing scissors and while Jimmy wriggled and sobbed, she cut the scarves holding his hands. As the
silk parted, he was up and tugging at the others, frantically trying
to get free. She pushed his useless hands away. Calmly, she unfastened
the scarves holding him to the bed, and then laughed when he bolted
for the bathroom. He hauled up the slip and she saw the ropes wound around
his thighs and ass. His hands were busy at his crotch, fumbling at
knots that she couldn't see.
Heather didn't understand any of it,
but was very conscious of how aroused she was becoming. Jimmy had
always been a bit on the submissive side. That was one of the things that had attracted her to him, but she'd never dreamed he was into
this kind of kink. Now, well she'd see what he had to say then go from
there. She allowed him a few minutes of privacy, but only enough to
relieve himself.
"Jimmy, come here. You have some explaining to
do." Very firmly, she called him back. Silence followed, but moments
later he sheepishly entered their room. Still clad in her lingerie, he
shuffled in and stood shamefaced just inside the door.
"I'm sorry
Heather, I didn't mean for you ever to see this, or know about me like
this." He stood with his hands in front of his crotch, eyes downcast,
unable to look into her face. She crossed her arms and took stock of
him, enjoying the new sense of power she felt.
"Drop your hands
Jimmy, let me see what kind of freak you are," she snapped.
Immediately, his hands dropped to his sides and he stood trembling
while she walked around him. He was taller than she was but not by
much, so her lingerie fit him pretty well. Pink was a good color on
him she thought, and reaching out, placed her hand on his hip. He jumped
at the contact, but otherwise remained as she'd said. Sliding her hand
down over the silky material, she found she liked it. Liked the feel
of his body under it and decided right then to learn all she could
from him.
Taking the hem, she lifted it to reveal the tiny panties
that were struggling to hold his bulging manhood. Red welts
crisscrossed his thighs and she wasn't surprised to see the lines
disappearing beneath the flimsy thong he'd chosen.
"Hold it up and
let me look at you for a minute. I never had a clue you liked my undies."
She paid no attention to his embarrassment as she circled him once
more. "Ok Jimmy, you better start talking. How long have you been
sneaking my stuff?"
"Oh God Heather, can I sit down please, I'm
shaking." His voice trembled with fear as well as shame.
"No,
just start talking. I think you owe me and I intend on finding out
everything right now, so give."
So, while he stood with her
slip held high, exposing himself as the sissy he'd always been, he
talked. He told her about the times she'd gone out with her girlfriends
and he'd used her clothing to masturbate into. How he pranced and
swished his way around the house. The time she'd gone to a conference
for a weekend, he spent in her clothes the entire time. Then he told
her of how he'd always liked to be tied. How it was such a turn on to be
almost caught. How many times he'd been so close to having someone
find him, only to get loose and hide. He'd learned to time his escapes
and to do the bindings in such a way that he could get loose if he had
to. That was until today. The silk had tightened more than he'd anticipated and his hands had gone numb. Then she came home and he'd
been so close to peeing the bed.
He stood trembling while she
listened to his confession and watched him squirm. Jimmy was scared.
Scared she'd leave him, or worse, tell someone why she was leaving. His
entire world was turned upside down and it was up to her to decide
what was going to happen.
"Well Jimmy, what do you think I should
do about this?" Heather was in control and found that she definitely
liked it.
"I'm sorry Heather I'll do whatever you say. Please
don't tell anyone. I'll do whatever you want, just don't leave me."
His voice broke and he sobbed, begging her to stay. Heather had no
intention of going anywhere. She liked his newly confessed quirk and plans
were already taking shape inside her head.
"Sorry, sorry you
said. Look at you just look at the Man I married. Look more like some queer to me." She watched as his face crumbled. Tears formed in his
eyes, the humiliation way beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Just
then Heather wrapped one hand around his prick.
"Don't you
dare cry, you shit. Now spread your feet apart and stay put. Don't move a
muscle till I tell you or I'll make sure everyone knows about this."
Groaning, he spread his feet apart. Hooking her fingers into the front
of the thong, she pulled it down, exposing the base and part of his
swollen shaft. Tugging and manhandling him into the open, she tucked his panties under his testicles. Then walking behind him, she lifted the
back of the slip and caressed his fuzzy bottom, a wicked image filling
her mind.
"You seem to like being dressed like a woman, I think
you need to get rid of some of this hair." Her comments had an
interesting affect on him. Shuddering, he moaned, and then replied,
"Yes Ma'am" very clearly. She left him standing and took a quick trip into
the bathroom to see what he'd done with the ropes and vibrator. A
quick look around, nothing. She couldn't see where he'd put any of it.
Rather than taking the time to find his toys, she returned to him and
with her arms folded across her chest began.
"Okay sweetie, you've
hidden your toys and I want them. All of them. I'm assuming you
have more than just the one vibrator and a bit of rope, so get it all.
Then, while I think about what I'm going to do, you're going to have a
shower and shave off all of your body hair. All I want left is the
hair on your head. Got it?" She watched as his prick bounced in front of
him. He'd regained a full erection as she took control of the
situation.
"Well, answer me, don't just stand there"
"All
right Heather, it'll take me a few minutes, I kinda have stuff all over
the place," Jimmy muttered sheepishly.
"Well you better get
going then, hadn't you?" Then quickly added, "Oh wait, the first thing I want is that vibe I heard when I first found you. Get it and bring it
here. Move!"
He thought he knew her well, but was learning more
with each passing moment. He slowly made his way towards the bathroom
holding his slip above his waist. As he passed her, she gave his
bottom a sharp slap and said, "no more secrets Jimmy. I won't stand for it
you hear?"
"Yes, I hear you and I understand." His step
quickened and soon she heard him rummaging around under the vanity. A
minute later he stood in front of her again, this time with a small silver vibrator in his outstretched hand. Taking it, she switched it
on and as it hummed she saw him blush.
"Turn around, Jimmy.
Turn around and bend over."
"Please no, Heather... Please don't do
this." Her hand shot out and in a blur sharply struck his
face.
"Just do as you're told, or so help me, everyone will know
what you've been up to when I'm not around to keep an eye on you." Her
voice held an edge he'd never heard before and he stood gaping at her.
One hand touched the burning red handprint, while the other crept downward then gripped the shaft of his erection.
"It looks to
me like you're getting off on this Jimmy, no matter how much you try to
deny it. Look at yourself; you're as hard as I've ever seen you.
You're bloody dripping, ready to come and I haven't even touched you
yet." Nodding towards his raging hard on, she laughed when he looked
at it, bewildered.
"Please, Heather. We have to talk about this..."
He began, but stopped when she once more raised her hand, as if to
strike.
"There's nothing to talk about. Just do as you're told.
Turn around and bend over. I know you like it or I wouldn't have found
you with it up your ass. Now do it." He dropped his hand and turned
around. Bending forward, he placed his hands on his knees, presenting her
with his slender butt.
"Spread your legs baby, you know what I
want." Her grin widened as he spread his legs, the muscles of his
upper thigh quivering. The slender strip of silk nestled between his cheeks was quickly snagged, then pulled aside. Holding tightly to the
silk she pressed the tip of the vibrator against his anus, then with
excruciating slowness, pulled him onto the slender silver phallus.
He'd already loosened himself and obviously liked what she was doing,
as the outer ring of muscle fluttered then gripped, trying to suck the
vibrator deeper inside. She toyed with him then, enjoying his
squirming and moaning. In and out she played, then sank the cool
plastic slowly but firmly, deeper into his ass.
"Heather, you're
gonna make me cum. Oh God that feels good!" Jimmy held as still as he
could, while she teased him. When she'd pushed almost the entire thing
into him, she pulled the thong over the end and letting it go with a
snap, watched his bottom clench.
"Okay Jim, time for you to get
your toys for me. I want to see what you've been up to behind my back."
Giving his bottom a sharp slap, she stepped back as he stood up, then
turned to face her.
"Now? You want me to get it all now?" He
moaned piteously. He no longer held the front of his slip up, there
was no need his erection did that for him.
"Yes now. You heard me
get moving. And don't touch that hard on you have waving around,that's
mine now. You only touch that when I say so." Her instructions were of
course, followed to the letter. He turned and was off, going from one
room after another collecting his toys.
While he mounded his
assortment of toys on the bed, Heather unpacked the groceries and put
them away. When she was done, he was still dragging more from cupboards
and closets. Stripping off her jeans and blouse she sat in the easy
chair and watched him. He had rope and scarves, several dildos and
vibrators, as well as two butt plugs, anal beads and a small
assortment of very feminine underwear that she'd never seen before. His
hands shook as he added the last items. He stood beside the bed,
looking shamefacedly at the pile of toys and clothes he'd been
hiding.
"That's it, Heather. That's all of it. I'm sorry for
keeping this a secret and I know you must be mad. I'll do anything you
want now, just tell me and it's yours. Just don't leave me baby." Even
the half hour of rummaging hadn't diminished his erection; it still thrust
lewdly out from beneath the silk slip. He dared not try to hide it, but he
was extremely embarrassed.
"I'm not going anywhere, unless you
don't do just what I say. Now, while I go through all this stuff, I
want you to go and shave. Leave the vibrator in your ass, don't lose it
and shave everything. Just like I said, then get back here." Heather
had formed her plan of action and Jimmy had no choice but to comply.
He'd been turned on all day and was aching to climax, but couldn't
even ask. Not under the circumstances, and he was afraid she'd say no anyway. He turned and headed for the shower, erection leading the
way.
"I'll be in, in a few minutes and I'll bring you what I expect
you to wear Jimmy. We might have to go shopping soon too. I'll have to
think about that." Just before entering the bathroom he turned towards
her, on the verge of saying something. One look at her face was enough to change his mind and soon Heather heard the shower
running.
Sifting through the mound of goodies that he'd piled on
the bed, she was amazed at the assortment and his ability to hide it
all. The lingerie was mostly tattered and had seen much better days,
but then she found what she was looking for. Very lacy and feminine, the camisole and panties looked almost brand new. Peach satin with lacy
white trim, he had good taste she thought, and couldn't wait to see
him in it. The suspender belts he had were all very tattered; so for
now he'd have to use one of hers or wear stay-ups. Yes, that was it, perfect, and she bounced off the bed. Digging around in the top drawer
of her dresser, she came up with the white lace stay-ups she'd worn to
a girlfriend's wedding. From her sewing box, she retrieved a piece of
white lace ribbon.
The rest of his toys, she piled into a box that
she found at the back of her closet and left it on the floor. Shoes
were going to be the only problem for the time being. They'd shop for those as well as a few other items she had in mind. Checking the
clock, she noticed that he'd been in the shower for almost fifteen
minutes. Five more and she'd go see if he was having a problem, or was
hiding.
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Just
then, she remembered the fluffy white mule slippers she'd planned on
returning. Digging under the bed she found the box and dragged it out
and after gauging the size, thought they just might do. Along with
them and the rest of her selection she headed for the bathroom.
Jimmy was still in the shower when she quietly opened the door and
stepped through. Although the curtain had steamed up, she could see
him perched on the edge of the tub, the vibrator wedged in place.
Setting the lingerie on the vanity, she put the lid down on the toilet
and sat. Her fingers strayed to the silky crotch of her panties as she saw
him pull his erection up and out of the way while he shaved.
Sighing with pleasure, she leaned back and spread her knees. His
torment had become her aphrodisiac. Fingers barely brushing the lips of
her pussy, she dragged them up and down over the silk. Her inner thigh
muscles quivered as she pinched the bud of her clit. Each movement he
made excited her more and her eyes were glued to him. Slipping her fingers beneath the silk, she plunged them deep inside her steaming wet slit.
Luxuriating in her rising excitement, Heather touched all the right
spots, but not enough to get off, not yet. She tugged at the swollen
lips, then pressed the flat of her hand over her mound and rubbed back
and forth. Flushed and smelling of sex, she watched and waited for him to finish.
Within minutes he was done and climbed to his feet.
Holding the vibrator in his ass with one hand, he twisted then turned,
rinsing the shave cream and hair off of himself. Looking down at his
newly hairless state, he grimaced then opened the curtain.
Her,
sitting almost naked, was the first thing Jimmy saw. Then, the smell of
her excitement hit him. His prick twitched and his eyes dropped to the
crotch of her panties. They'd become see-through and he gaped at her
tantalizingly spread pussy, the fingers of one hand still gently
rubbed her clit. He stood dripping, unable to do much more than
breath.
"Please Heather, let me" his voice trailed off as she
pulled the crotch aside baring her sweet pussy.
"Dry off,
Jimmy. God, you look sexy all naked like that. I brought you the outfit I
want you to wear for the rest of the day. Even found you some sexy
slippers to go with it," she purred. Without another word, he reached
for a large white bath towel and began to rub it over his freshly
shaven skin. His prick danced as he dried himself, and from time to time
he pressed the vibrator back into his ass, keeping it in place.
Finished, he dropped the towel into the hamper, then ran his fingers
over his stomach and the newly shaven skin.
"Don't touch. Don't
you dare touch my cock," she snapped when he neared the base of his shaft. He jerked his hand away as if burned, then looked beseechingly
at her.
"Put on your outfit Jimmy, I want to see how you look in
it." Glancing down, he saw the tinypile of lingerie and blushed, but
said nothing. Picking up the camisole, he slipped it over his head,
shivering as it slid down his arms and back. It fit snugly around his ribs
and chest, accentuating his slender, almost girlish build. The crotchless
panties were then tugged up his legs, framing the shaven swell of his
scrotum and shaft. He moaned when the back of the panties slid between
the cheeks of his bottom, pushing the vibrator deep inside again. A
quick glance at her, then one by one, he smoothed the stockings up his
long, shapely legs. She watched his fingers tremble, and realized how
much he was enjoying what was happening. When he was satisfied that
he'd done the best that he could, he tucked his feet into the slippers
she'd supplied and stood facing her.
"Very pretty, Jimmy. No, not
Jimmy, that won't do. What will I call you?" She rose to her feet and
walked around him. Touching him here and there, she slid her fingers over
his sleek bottom. "I know Jaymie, that'll work, or Joan. Which do you
prefer baby? After all, it's going to be your name for a while, I
suppose you should have some say in it," she teased. She held the lace
ribbon in her hand and rubbed it over his straining shaft.
"Jaymie,
that's the way I think of myself." He whispered almost inaudibly. Taking
his hand in hers, Heather pressed the ribbon into it, and replied,
"Yes Jaymie, I like that. Now then prettyJaymie, wrap my cock like you
had it when I came in. Use the ribbon and show me how you tie it."
Reluctance gone, he took the ribbon and shook it loose. She watched
wide-eyed, as he wrapped the ribbon around the base of his shaft and
behind his testicles. Pulled tight enough to look painful, then he
carefully separating each round globe, he bound them in white lace.
When he'd finished, there was still about eighteen inches of lace left
dangling on each side. He looked sheepishly at her, not sure what he
should do.
"Come here, come on get closer." She scolded. Taking a
strand in each hand, she wound them up his shaft. Crisscrossed and
nicely patterned, she soon had it all the way to the crown. With a
quick flip and tuck, a bow appeared tied tightly behind the head. Rising
to herfeet, Heather gave him a very quick caress then let him loose,
just as he began to thrust his hips.
"Time for your make-up
and hair. Sit down and be quiet." She instructed and he quickly obeyed. Gingerly, he sat on the chair facing the vanity mirror and
watched as she pulled his hair back, then skillfully applied make up.
Light foundation, followed by blush eyeliner, shadow and lastly, a
pale peach lip-gloss. He marveled at the transformation, blushing
when he saw her grinning at him.
"I really should pluck your
eyebrows, but I think that'll have to wait. They're pretty shaggy for
a girl though, so I expect it done by tomorrow night. No argument, just
make sure it's done." She primped and fussed over him, then dug out a
pair of scissors, a comb and her blow dryer. While he sat quietly, she
styled his hair. Taking a bit off here and there, then blowing it dry,
he watched as his very feminine counterpart emerged.
"Okay
Jaymie,
you're done. Not bad for a tall skinny slut. Now, I'm dying for a drink
and I think you should learn your new position in life. From now on
you're the maid, the dishwasher, housekeeper, servant and whatever
else I decide you are. For now just make me a drink and wait for me in
the living room, on your knees, in front of my chair. Whatever you do,
don't touch your cock. Remember, that's mine now. Stand up and turn around
for a second." She waited while he quickly stood up and spun around.
Her hand on his shoulder pressed him forward. With practiced ease, she
tugged the strip of cloth between his cheeks aside and switched the
vibrator to a higher speed. His bottom clenched and he groaned, as his
prostate was stimulated, almost to the point of climax. A sharp slap to
each cheek refocused his attention and he managed to hang on, but for
how long, he wasn't sure. "Okay, time to get busy. Off you
go now and get my drink." Heather gave his testicles a last gentle
tug, before letting his panties slip back into place.
Minutes
later she entered the living room, just in time to see him release his
erection. He hadn't seen or heard her, so wasn't aware of the trouble
he'd just got himself into. Heather quietly crossed the room and stood
behind him.
"I thought you weren't supposed to touch. You know
you'll have to be punished now, don't you?" Although her voice had
been soft, Jaymie whirled around in surprise.
"Heather," he cried,
the drink tipping perilously close to being spilled.
"Yes, I'm
here and I saw you. Got an excuse you'd like to share, or should I just
proceed with your punishment?" His mouth dropped and he knelt
speechless, while she took the drink from his hand. Setting it on the
table beside her chair, she looked down at her kneeling man. He's
beautiful she thought, loving the sight of him so turned on. His erection was gently throbbing and leaked a clear long ribbon of pre cum, almost
to the floor.
"Spread your legs. Show me how turned on my little
slut is." He swiftly spread his knees, allowing his cock to hang
between his thighs. The ribbon squeezed him mercilessly and he ached
to stroke himself, if only for a minute more. Whatever kind of punishment
she had in mind, would only add to his torture he was sure.
"I
want you to put your hands behind your back Jaymie. Perfect, now hold
still, don't move a muscle or it'll hurt," she said. At first he was
confused, but as she unfastened the bow from the tip of his cock then
pulled it back, he gasped fully understanding what she had in mind. The ribbon was long enough, but only just, to tie to his joined
thumbs. His glans were pulled downward and rubbed against the carpet
whenever he moved. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't get
free.
"Oh yes, I like this," she said, as she sat in her chair
facing him. She was flushed as well, from the newfound excitement of
dominating him. Leaning back, she spread her legs, offering him the
sight of her swollen pink labia.
"Wouldn't you like to kiss my
pussy, Jaymie? I'm really wet and would love to feel your mouth on me.
Unfortunately, you've been very bad, so I don't think you'll get to taste
me just yet. But, just because you can't behave, there's no reason why
I should suffer." She placed her feet together and lifted her bottom,
then squirming, slipped her panties off.
"Lean forward
Jaymie, I
want you to watch me really close" her voice had dropped to little more than a husky whisper. He lowered his eyes and seemed hypnotized
as he slowly bent forward. His jaw dropped when he realized that he
was pushing his weeping glans across the carpet. Sweat beaded on his
upper lip and the closer he got, the more her scent captivated him.
When he was mere inches away, she spread her lips and he watched, spellbound, as the dewy nectar slithered towards her anus.
"Heather please" his voice trailed off when she produced her own
long plastic vibrator.
"Lick it, get it wet for me," she snapped,
and held it while he lathed it with his tongue. She pressed it against
his lips and he opened, then, sucked wetly on the heavily veined toy. Satisfied, she pulled it free then reversing it, held the base against
his mouth.
"Hold it in your teeth and fuck me. Don't drop it and
you better make me come or you'll be in even more trouble." Wide eyed,
Jimmy took the proffered base between his teeth and held it tight.
Lying back, she pulled her legs even wider apart and draped each over an arm of her chair.
Tentatively, carefully, he leaned forward
brushing her lips with the tip of the toy. She sighed as he began his
task. By nodding his head, he spread her wide, then, with surprising ease, he pushed the vibrator into her sopping wet sex. Heather was almost
beside herself with pleasure; the sight of Jimmy striving so hard was
driving her wild. She arched her body and was soon on her way to an
earth-shattering climax. The closer she got, the further inside
he pressed her toy, until his nose finally connected with her clit.
Smothering, almost desperate for his own release, Jimmy sawed the vibe
in and out. The sloppy, sucking sound that came from her, made it
harder for him to hold off his own release. He twisted and turned the vibe as best as he could. Anything he could think of to bring her pleasure,
to stop from rubbing on the carpet. He watched as her body gave the
telltale signs of her impending climax and intensified his movements,
as much as he could. He rubbed his nose hard against her clit at each
inward thrust of the vibe. Her inner thighs tensed, then she grabbed his
head and pulled him hard against her, mashing his nose against her
clit. Trapped, unable to breathe, in a last all out effort he shook
his head back and forth. Her climax hit then, shaking her body and her
guttural cry filled the room. Grinding her pussy against his face, he
could do nothing but watch her spasm again and again. He held still as
long as he could, but his body was crying out for air. Finally, he
began to struggle and she loosened her grip, just enough to let him
back off and take a much needed breath. Wanting to prolong her orgasm,
he moved the vibe slowly in and out. She collapsed before him totally
spent, allowing him the freedom to do so. When she'd had enough, she
pushed him away, ignoring him for a few moments.
Sitting back
on his heels, he breathed deeply around the base of the vibrator still
clenched in his teeth. Aching to relieve the pressure in balls, his
hips quivered as he tried to wait patiently for whatever Heather
decided to do. He looked down at his erection, the purple head leaking
a continual ribbon of pre cum.
"Messy girl." He jumped at her
voice, and then blushed as she looked down at his lace bound prick.
Reaching forward, she took the vibrator out of his mouth and let him take several deep breaths before continuing.
"Seems you have a
problem there, Jaymie. You've been very naughty and touched my cock when you were told not to. So, I've decided on your punishment. I'll
allow you to come, but you have to do it without touching." She seemed
very pleased with herself. He knelt staring at her, uncomprehending.
"W-what how Heather, how can I do that?" His hopes of coming
seemed to be dashed.
"You can get to your feet and come here, to
start with. I'll unwrap you, well some parts of you, but I think your
thumbs had better be kept tied."
Struggling to his feet, he
stepped closer to her then, watched eagerly as she unwound the lace
from around his genitals. Down the shaft, then she released his swollen
testicles. Heather looked up at him then with a smile, left the lace
tied tightly around the base.
"I think you should be able to
manage now Jaymie. I'll give you a little help. Spread your legs."
Without a word Jimmy complied, desperate for anything, just as long as he
could come. Heather slipped her hand between his legs and began to toy
with the vibrator still buried deep inside his ass. He groaned as she
twisted the base, increasing the speed of the vibration once more. His
erection twitched and she slid the slender vibe in and out of him,
while he tried desperately to keep still.
"Tell me how you feel
right now, Jaymie. I want to know everything about what turns you on
when you're dressed like a woman, but for right now I want to hear you beg
for it."
"Right now, I feel like my knees are going to let go. I'm
so close to coming, Heather I can't ever remember feeling like this
and you're driving me crazy. Please, I need to come so bad." His
entire body was trembling, but she refused to speed up her gentle
thrusting.
"I know you're turned on, but I want to hear you beg.
Tell me, what do you want." Each time she thrust in, the tip of the
vibe touched his prostate. He thought he would go mad, he could barely
breathe, let alone make sense of what she was asking him to do. She slowed then stopped, and he began to whimper. He was so
close.
"Heather God, fuck me! I need oh God I need to come. I'll
tell you anything, anything you want, just fuck me now." His hips
moved against her hand and she allowed it for only a moment, before
she grasped his testicles with her free hand. The shaft of his cock
throbbed against her forearm, as she squeezed.
"Hold still then.
Don't move or I'll stop and you won't get to come at all. So you want to
get fucked do you? You're sure dressed for it." The vibrator began its
slow tormenting movement, sawing in and out of his ass. He tensed
himself, feeling the blissful churning in his balls.
"All
right, Jaymie. I want you to come now. Then we're going to see about some
changes around here." Heather gripped the shaft of his cock and rubbed
her thumb just behind the head. Groaning loudly, he gritted his teeth
and soared towards sweet release. His knees almost gave out as the
first stream shot from the tip and landed on Heather's breast. He shuddered and then shot another stream of thick cream, his cock wildly
jerking in her hand. Twice more he erupted spewing his come across her
chest each time. She continued to stoke him until his prick began to
lose its stiffness, then, let him sag to his knees. She switched off
the vibrator, as he lost his feet and smiled at the dazed look on his
face.
"What a kinky slut you are
Jaymie. Now you've made a mess that
you'll have to clean up. Look at all this come on me." She thrust her
breast towards his face. Gazing at her breasts, he leaned forward and
began to lick them clean. She stroked his hair as he slid his wet
tongue over her lapping up the thick strands of come.
"Good boy,
you're such a good slut. I think we've discovered something we're both
going to enjoy." She couldn't see the smile on his
face.
The End
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