She says she has a surprise for me. I can't wait for it, to be honest. I got back to work two weeks ago, and it isn't agreeing with me as well as vacation time was. I notice myself getting more and more annoyed, being short and snappy with coworkers, as well as with Kim. I know her and I know from the way she looks at me that this is an issue that's going to be addressed.
As we get ready to leave to this mystery location, she smiles that special smile and unbuttons my jeans. Carefully, she removes my chastity device. While I stand completely still, frozen even, she pulls my jeans back up and opens the front door.
It's only a short car ride, and before I get the chance to enjoy my member's new found freedom, we're already pulling up to a quite normal looking house. She produces a key, and in the hallway waits my first surprise.
"Strip, Jakey."
I leave my jeans and shirt folded on a cabinet in the hallway and she opens the door, handing me collar and cuffs. "Down you go, and wait for me."
The stairs are a little dark, lit by actual torches. She outdid herself, this time, I think as I walk into a roomy dungeon. An actual dungeon! I feel a whole nest of butterflies in my stomach as I put on the cuffs.
He's standing there quietly, looking around. I know it's impressive, I thought so the first time I came here to pick up the keys.
The yellow light from the torches makes it look and feel almost medieval. The various toys hanging on the walls aren't going to soothe Jake's nerves, either. I feel his eyes on me as I enter, following the curves under the body hugging dress. My heels click slightly on the stones in the dirt covered floor.
I walk past him, to one of the short bondage devices. He follows, and I pet his back as I direct him to the floor. His back to the leather covered beams. As I fasten his cuffs with the chains from the short cross, I whisper in his ear, "Do you see all those implements, Jakey? I'm not going to use any of them..."
When I step back, he looks at me, confused. I run the tip of my stiletto along the inside of his thigh, and his attention shifts from my feet to my foot. The cold pink laque against his skin, smooth and hard.
"Ah, I see you are catching on."
I hold my breath as she moves her foot. I know what's coming. I try to brace myself, but I can't stop the shock waves running through me as she sets her beautiful, stiletto-clad foot down on my cock. The sole of her shoe is grooved, rough, not as cold as the laque but definitely cold. I hold my breath and look up at her. Her face is full of concentration as she leans over me, hands on her knee, carefully applying more and more pressure.
I breathe hard, trying to breathe through the growing discomfort, and something happens in my head, in my mind. My earlier irritation fades, the tension leaves my muscles. I sit here on the dirt floor, feeling her put more and more weight on her foot, and I close my eyes.
To be rendered helpless, to be completely hers, to do with whatever she likes, is like balm for the soul. The pressure comes through, seeping through my normal thoughts and taking over everything, like there is nothing in the world but her foot on my cock.
But then the pressure lessens, and I hear myself panting. Her hands undo the chains, and she hooks her finger in the ring of my collar.
"I need better access, Jake, come with me."
I nod, and crawl after her.
The next thing I have planned for him, requires him to sit quite still, so I take him over to the bondage post. As he kneels, I attach the wrist and ankle cuffs to the lowest ring. Not a lot of movement possible now, and I smile contently.
Then, I see something surprising, and very pleasing.
"What's this? Do you like it when a woman steps all over your crown jewels?"
Digging one heel into the floor and making sure I'm balanced, I lift my foot and gently tap his growing erection. He recoils and the chains jangle.
"It's getting harder still, so you must like it."
Oh yes, a faint blush is spreading over his cheeks now, and his eyes are on the floor, not looking up at me. The tip of my stiletto grazes his sack now, and he shifts positions a bit.
"No no, stay still, Jakey. Don't move an inch."
As controlled as I can, I swing my leg and softly kick his balls with the arch of my foot.
It's like an electric shock has gone through him, all his muscles tense and taut and his eyes wide open, looking up at my face, then down at his cock.
Again, I kick, a little harder now. My aim is true and his cock and balls move helplessly from the impact.
He opens his mouth in a soundless moan, his breathing fast and shallow. I lean forward and tip his chin up. As he looks at me, I tell him, "Take a deep breath now, Jake. Deeper. Good. Again. Yes, good. Now take a deep breath, and hold it."
As he holds in a gulp of air, I kick. Another deep breath, another kick. I see his eyes turning darker, empty. No longer living inside his head, but acutely aware of his body. With one last, firm tap, I crouch down to undo the chains.
"Here baby, over to the bench now. Lay down, there's a good Jakey."
I settle down heavily on the leather bench. Kim pushes my shoulders down, and I raise my arms. My body is all there is now, a dull ache between my legs, tired knees from kneeling on the floor, tense shoulders from sitting with my arms behind my back. Laying here is heavenly. She only chains my legs. She kisses me softly on the lips, and whispers not to move my arms. Then, she sits down on my chest and kicks off her shoes.
Incredibly, I am hard, ready. With every kick came a blessed emptiness and I just am now. As she leans back on my chest and wraps her soft feet around my cock, it feels like heaven.
Moving her feet up and down, up and down, she jerks me off. I smile slightly because it seems so fitting, to get so much pain and so much pleasure from those feet.
I don't need much, really. My breathing speeds up and I feel my muscles tensing. I am so close, so very close, and she must know it.
"Cum, Jakey, cum. Cum for me, before I lock you back in your little cage. Enjoy it now, while it lasts."
I can't hold out any longer, and with a deep grunt, I feel my legs spasming. She milks my cock with her feet, jerking me off faster and faster as thick cum falls on those gorgeous feet, and I sink into a blissful haze.
Wiping his cum from my feet, I smile contently. He fell so deeply and easily into that mindset, into the arm embrace of subspace, that I now know how much he needed it. I settle down next to him on the bench, wrap myself around him, one hand in his hair.
"I love you, Kim," he whispers quietly. I kiss his neck, caressing his hand.
"I love you, too, Jake. Even when you're cranky."
I see a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and leave him to drift for a bit. We're not in a hurry, and if there's anything I want, it's him to enjoy and recharge before another week of work.
WS Furniture used:
From the ::WS:: Dungeon set:
::WS:: Short Cross
::WS:: Bondage Post
::WS:: Bondage Bench
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Styling, photography and erotica: Voice Restless
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident
As we get ready to leave to this mystery location, she smiles that special smile and unbuttons my jeans. Carefully, she removes my chastity device. While I stand completely still, frozen even, she pulls my jeans back up and opens the front door.
It's only a short car ride, and before I get the chance to enjoy my member's new found freedom, we're already pulling up to a quite normal looking house. She produces a key, and in the hallway waits my first surprise.
"Strip, Jakey."
I leave my jeans and shirt folded on a cabinet in the hallway and she opens the door, handing me collar and cuffs. "Down you go, and wait for me."
The stairs are a little dark, lit by actual torches. She outdid herself, this time, I think as I walk into a roomy dungeon. An actual dungeon! I feel a whole nest of butterflies in my stomach as I put on the cuffs.
He's standing there quietly, looking around. I know it's impressive, I thought so the first time I came here to pick up the keys.
The yellow light from the torches makes it look and feel almost medieval. The various toys hanging on the walls aren't going to soothe Jake's nerves, either. I feel his eyes on me as I enter, following the curves under the body hugging dress. My heels click slightly on the stones in the dirt covered floor.
I walk past him, to one of the short bondage devices. He follows, and I pet his back as I direct him to the floor. His back to the leather covered beams. As I fasten his cuffs with the chains from the short cross, I whisper in his ear, "Do you see all those implements, Jakey? I'm not going to use any of them..."
When I step back, he looks at me, confused. I run the tip of my stiletto along the inside of his thigh, and his attention shifts from my feet to my foot. The cold pink laque against his skin, smooth and hard.
"Ah, I see you are catching on."
I hold my breath as she moves her foot. I know what's coming. I try to brace myself, but I can't stop the shock waves running through me as she sets her beautiful, stiletto-clad foot down on my cock. The sole of her shoe is grooved, rough, not as cold as the laque but definitely cold. I hold my breath and look up at her. Her face is full of concentration as she leans over me, hands on her knee, carefully applying more and more pressure.
I breathe hard, trying to breathe through the growing discomfort, and something happens in my head, in my mind. My earlier irritation fades, the tension leaves my muscles. I sit here on the dirt floor, feeling her put more and more weight on her foot, and I close my eyes.
To be rendered helpless, to be completely hers, to do with whatever she likes, is like balm for the soul. The pressure comes through, seeping through my normal thoughts and taking over everything, like there is nothing in the world but her foot on my cock.
But then the pressure lessens, and I hear myself panting. Her hands undo the chains, and she hooks her finger in the ring of my collar.
"I need better access, Jake, come with me."
I nod, and crawl after her.
The next thing I have planned for him, requires him to sit quite still, so I take him over to the bondage post. As he kneels, I attach the wrist and ankle cuffs to the lowest ring. Not a lot of movement possible now, and I smile contently.
Then, I see something surprising, and very pleasing.
"What's this? Do you like it when a woman steps all over your crown jewels?"
Digging one heel into the floor and making sure I'm balanced, I lift my foot and gently tap his growing erection. He recoils and the chains jangle.
"It's getting harder still, so you must like it."
Oh yes, a faint blush is spreading over his cheeks now, and his eyes are on the floor, not looking up at me. The tip of my stiletto grazes his sack now, and he shifts positions a bit.
"No no, stay still, Jakey. Don't move an inch."
As controlled as I can, I swing my leg and softly kick his balls with the arch of my foot.
It's like an electric shock has gone through him, all his muscles tense and taut and his eyes wide open, looking up at my face, then down at his cock.
Again, I kick, a little harder now. My aim is true and his cock and balls move helplessly from the impact.
He opens his mouth in a soundless moan, his breathing fast and shallow. I lean forward and tip his chin up. As he looks at me, I tell him, "Take a deep breath now, Jake. Deeper. Good. Again. Yes, good. Now take a deep breath, and hold it."
As he holds in a gulp of air, I kick. Another deep breath, another kick. I see his eyes turning darker, empty. No longer living inside his head, but acutely aware of his body. With one last, firm tap, I crouch down to undo the chains.
"Here baby, over to the bench now. Lay down, there's a good Jakey."
I settle down heavily on the leather bench. Kim pushes my shoulders down, and I raise my arms. My body is all there is now, a dull ache between my legs, tired knees from kneeling on the floor, tense shoulders from sitting with my arms behind my back. Laying here is heavenly. She only chains my legs. She kisses me softly on the lips, and whispers not to move my arms. Then, she sits down on my chest and kicks off her shoes.
Incredibly, I am hard, ready. With every kick came a blessed emptiness and I just am now. As she leans back on my chest and wraps her soft feet around my cock, it feels like heaven.
Moving her feet up and down, up and down, she jerks me off. I smile slightly because it seems so fitting, to get so much pain and so much pleasure from those feet.
I don't need much, really. My breathing speeds up and I feel my muscles tensing. I am so close, so very close, and she must know it.
"Cum, Jakey, cum. Cum for me, before I lock you back in your little cage. Enjoy it now, while it lasts."
I can't hold out any longer, and with a deep grunt, I feel my legs spasming. She milks my cock with her feet, jerking me off faster and faster as thick cum falls on those gorgeous feet, and I sink into a blissful haze.
Wiping his cum from my feet, I smile contently. He fell so deeply and easily into that mindset, into the arm embrace of subspace, that I now know how much he needed it. I settle down next to him on the bench, wrap myself around him, one hand in his hair.
"I love you, Kim," he whispers quietly. I kiss his neck, caressing his hand.
"I love you, too, Jake. Even when you're cranky."
I see a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, and leave him to drift for a bit. We're not in a hurry, and if there's anything I want, it's him to enjoy and recharge before another week of work.
WS Furniture used:
From the ::WS:: Dungeon set:
::WS:: Short Cross
::WS:: Bondage Post
::WS:: Bondage Bench
Grab the landmark and check us out, or visit us on the SL Market Place.
https://marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/12590
WS Creations...We want to fulfill your fantasy.
http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/I%20AM%20HAPPY/49/91/24
Styling, photography and erotica: Voice Restless
Models: AnneMarie Somersley & ForeignThoughts Resident
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