“You feel so good. Let’s make you smell
good too,” June said. Rising from the bed to which she had the naked
Rob bound spread eagle and face up, she took another drag on her
cigarette and headed for the bathroom, returning in a moment with a
bottle of aromatic lotion, the kind used in massages. “Now this really
should be warmed up first, but it’s not too cold as it is,” she said,
squirting a large pool into her fingers, letting it sit for a moment to
warm against her skin. She then straddled Rob’s stomach and began to
work the lotion into his shoulders and arms. Refilling her hands a few
times, she covered his chest, thighs, legs and feet, working her way
underneath Rob as best she could, coating much of his ass with the
sweet smelling oil. Finally she poured a good dose over his erection
and testicles and then took a long, long time working it deep with long
strokes alternating with a twisting motion. Rob squirmed with all his
might against his bonds. June was driving him completely wild with
desire, he wanted to take her so badly.
June rose to her knees, leaned over Rob, and tightened the knots at
both his wrists. Reversing herself, she tightened the knots at his
ankles as well, exactly as Maria had done moments before. Once she was
satisfied that Rob was inescapably trapped, she lay down along the
length of his body, fully on top of him, and kissed him. Not just a
kiss, but a deep, plunging kiss with her tongue going far into Rob’s
open mouth and exploring deep inside. Not just one kiss but many, so
many that Rob was left gasping for breath between kisses. As she kissed
him she ran her long fingernails down the length of his sides, leaving
long scratch marks on his flanks and his ass. With June’s weight
pressing down on his erection, Rob bucked against her, humping her
pubic mound as best he could through her silk robe. June was getting
more and more turned on with each passing minute.
When she could take it no more, June rose up on her knees, towering
over Rob below, and slid off her silky robe, letting it drift slowly,
like a feather, to the rich carpet. Rob raised his eyes and found
himself looking straight up the lengths of June’s long and firm legs
into her dark and glistening sex with its patch of black in front,
facing him directly, and two shapely globes behind. Over her patch was
a softly curving abdomen flowing smoothly into her breasts that framed
her pretty face, looking down at him. “Well, Rob, let’s see how well
you can get me ready,” June said softly, gradually letting her knees
slide outward across the cool and shiny sheets, lowering her pussy
slowly, very slowly, onto Rob’s open mouth.
In a moment the first strands of her black pubic hair made contact with
Rob’s lips. Instinctively he pushed his tongue against her mound, using
it to part the hair, to find the labia, and to part her lips and coat
them with his saliva. She lowered herself further, and Rob’s tongue
pushed deeper through her labia, entering the vagina with its sweet
tasting juices beginning to flow. June began to rock, ever so gently,
against Rob’s face and Rob licked her slit, first up and down and then
side-to-side. Soon he found her clitoris and deftly unhooded it with
the tip of his tongue, applying rhythmic pressure against it as June
rocked away above him. Rob’s erect cock wobbled hard in the air from
side to side as he bucked under her increasing weight on his face, and
he squirmed massively against the four ropes binding him tightly under
her to the bed.
As June rocked and ground above him, Rob learned her rhythm and came
into synchrony with her, matching the movements of her hips to those of
his head and tongue. He discovered quickly the exact amount of pressure
she wanted, and how often she wanted breaks, rests he needed
desperately, not only to relieve his aching tongue and jaws but also to
let him catch his breath. June was in no hurry riding him; she knew
exactly what she wanted and she knew she had complete control of Rob to
ensure that she got it. As she rode, she gripped his ears with both
hands and used them to direct the movements of his head. Finally, after
over twenty minutes of uninterrupted cunnilingus, June began a moan
that rose to window-rattling volumes, a moan of orgasm so intense that
the neighbors would have heard her, were it not for the remote location
of her house. Her orgasm went on and on; Rob could not tell for sure,
but to him it felt like she had three.
When it was over for her, June sank in a trance-like state onto Rob,
burying his face fully between her legs and gripping his hair with both
hands. Rob held as still as he could, sensing that she wanted him
motionless, but his oxygen was running out too. He would soon have to
plead with her to lift up and hope she would do so, for the choice was
completely hers – there was no way he could shake her off of his face.
He held on as long as he could and then he began to cry out, his calls
muffled by June’s sex smothering his face. But June did not answer, nor
did she move. He called again, and again. Finally she began to respond,
not by rising up and off of him but by resuming her gentle rocking
motion. Soon it was evident she was going for orgasm number four on his
face. Nearly asphyxiated, Rob did his best to put his tongue back into
her vagina and to service her clitoris, hoping she would rise high
enough for him to catch his breath. That she did, not intentionally Rob
realized, but more by accident. His chest heaved as he gulped in the
air scented with the smell of her sex.
After her fourth orgasm, June rose up on her knees, backed up two feet,
reached back for Rob’s erection, and settled herself down on it,
burying it deep within her sex. Rob felt as though he could explode in
ejaculation but he held off, wanting to go for a long ride himself,
just as she had enjoyed. It was strange, bizarre, to be having sex this
way, tied spread-eagle beneath June Fox, but that didn’t mean it could
not be fully enjoyable. As June rocked on above him, Rob looked up at
her and thought how different a person she was from who he thought she
had been when he first saw her in the grocery store parking lot,
spraining her ankle. He also wondered what Maria had meant when she
said that June had instructed her not to get any clothes for Rob under
any circumstances. Rob thought the circumstances that were keeping him
naked were strange indeed, but he thought they were genuine if
improbable. But how to explain what Maria had said?
Rob’s thoughts turned back to the moment and to the attractive woman
who was fucking him from above while he lay tightly bound below her.
They were back in the groove, in full synchrony, and Rob knew that at
this rate, he would cum in just another minute or two. How he longed
for that moment, although he was trying to delay it to draw out the
pleasure of the moment. That pleasure came to an abrupt halt, however,
when he and June heard a soft knock on the door. June sat up on Rob,
ran her hands back through her hair, and said, “Come on in, Maria.” Rob
was stunned that June would let Maria enter, when she was naked above
Rob with his erection deeply enveloped within her.
“Just checking to make sure everything’s okay, Ms. Fox,” Maria said,
looking at Rob and seeing he was still bound securely to the bed. “I
heard a loud cry and wanted to make sure you were okay, that Rob hadn’t
gotten loose or anything.” “No, he’s fine, he’s tight. The way we tied
those knots, he’s not going anywhere until we decide to let him free.”
“Okay. Well, I was having trouble sleeping, so I was wide awake when I
heard the sounds and thought I’d better check,” said Maria. “That’s
sweet of you, dear. Would you like to have a brandy – that might help
you get back to sleep,” June offered. “Oh, thanks, that’s kind of you,
Ms. Fox,” replied Maria, who went over to the cabinet and turned on the
small lamp there, softly lighting the room. She poured one brandy for
herself and another for June, which she carried over and handed to her.
Still straddling Rob, June sipped her drink as Maria sat in the chair
next to the bed and admired June’s body. “Would you like a smoke too,
ma’am?” Maria asked. “No thanks, then I’d never get back to sleep.”
All the while that June and Maria talked, Rob remained hard within her.
He remained silent, having no idea what to say in this unusual
situation but hoping that when Maria left that June would resume
intercourse with him. When Maria finally left, June rose up and
withdrew from Rob, leaving his erection back bouncing in the open air.
She inched forward on her knees and again placed her pussy on top of
Rob’s mouth. “Now be a good boy and clean me up,” June instructed Rob.
Rob did as commanded, cleaning her thoroughly with his tongue, but when
he was done it was clear that June was not yet finished with him.
Instead she rode him to a fifth and final orgasm of the night, smashing
her sex into Rob’s face so hard she almost broke his nose with her
pubic bone. When she was finished, she slid down alongside Rob,
nestling her head against his strong left shoulder and playing with his
testicles. Within a minute she was sound asleep, with her hair spilling
over Rob’s arms and his balls firmly in her grip. Rob stared at the
ceiling wondering when this would all end.
When Rob awoke on Thursday morning, June was already long out of bed.
She’d finished her coffee and was out on her morning run, a long jog of
six miles, so she would be gone for over an hour. Her bedroom door was
wide open. Still tied naked to the bed, Rob could hear Maria downstairs
making breakfast. He was erect, in part from needing to pee. As much as
he did not want to have Maria come into the room, he was desperate to
go to the bathroom, so finally he called out to her and she came
upstairs. “Please, Maria, I really have to pee something fierce. You
have to let me free or I’ll die,” Rob begged as Maria looked down at
him disapprovingly. Resting one hand on her hip, fiddling with the belt
loop in her jeans, she said, “Well, that’s Ms. Fox’s decision to make.
She told me not to release you under any circumstances, so you’re just
going to have to tough it out.” With that Maria sat on the bed and
examined the long scratch marks running down the side of Rob’s body.
“Looks like Ms. Fox got some good use out of you last night, Rob!” she
said with a smile. Rob squirmed against his bonds as Maria ran her
hands down the scratch marks, detouring at the end over to his balls
and then to his erection. “You’re luckier than most, Rob” Maria said.
“Ms. Fox has been known to whip men, whip them pretty hard, especially
when they disappoint her as you did,” she said, gripping his erection
for emphasis.
Maria released Rob’s cock and went to get an empty plastic bottle out
of the garage. When she returned she held the bottle at an angle over
Rob’s abdomen and bent his erection back with her hand. “Okay, Rob, you
can pee,” Maria said. Overcoming his anxiety and inhibitions, Rob
finally relaxed enough to let his urine flow, and flow it did, until
the bottle was nearly overflowing. “Thank you,” Rob finally brought
himself to say, humbling himself further before Maria. “In another
minute I would have had an accident right here on June’s bed.” “Well
it’s a damn good thing you didn’t do that. Ms. Fox would have whipped
the skin right off your back for that!” Rob thought hard about what
Maria had told him. First, that June instructed her not to allow Rob
any clothing; then that she should keep him tied to the bed; and now
that June has a habit of whipping men. His heart rate quickened at the
thought, and perspiration began to build on his brow. Rob Jameson was
entering into a panic attack.
Maria sensed that Rob was about to freak out and decided she’d better
do something about it quickly, before June returned from her run. She
went into the bathroom and ran the water in the sink until it was quite
hot. She then soaked a couple of hand towels until they were steaming.
Returning to the bed, she sat down next to Rob and speaking gently, she
applied one of the towels to Rob’s face, smoothing it across his
forehead, cheeks, and chin while telling him not to worry. She took the
other towel and put it over his penis, cleaning it and his balls with a
slow, circular motion. She told him not to worry, that June would be
back soon, and that everything was going to be okay. Remarkably, this
simple technique worked; within a couple of minutes, Rob had calmed
down and was relaxed, at least as relaxed as a guy can be when he’s
tied naked to a bed. Maria stayed with him, replacing the hot towels
from time to time and stroking his brow gently.
When June returned from her run, she came straight upstairs into the
bedroom. Maria explained that Rob had gotten a little anxious while she
was gone but that he was okay now. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay,
Rob?” she asked. “I’m okay now I guess. I just want to get off this
bed, get my clothes back and go home. Is that asking too much?”
“We’ll see, Rob” June laughed. It all depends on your behavior, you
know. Plus, we still don’t have your clothes back so there’s nothing we
can do about that anyway.” “Of course there is!” Rob shouted back to
her, his voice rising again in anger. “You could just run to the store
and buy me another set of clothes, that’s all it would take. Or you
could order Maria back to my house, which she’s refusing to do. Jesus,
this is ridiculous, keeping me naked because of some silly mixup with
the dry cleaners. What’s the matter with the two of you, are you
crazy??” Rob barked out, his voice strained with exasperation.
Maria put her hands on her hips and looked at June. June looked back
and sighed. “You see, Ms. Fox, I told you this guy is bad news. There’s
no way I would let him go in his present state. Every time it looks
like he’s going to settle down and behave himself, he goes berserk over
something minor. Maybe Officer Riley is right that physical punishment
is the only way to get this boy in line,” Maria concluded. June laughed
and shrugged her shoulders. “You may be right,” June replied, walking
into the bathroom while shedding her running clothes. “I’ll think about
this later. I’ve got too much to do today to worry about it now,” she
continued, now naked and hopping into the shower stall to get ready to
go out for breakfast with some of her women friends.
Maria picked up June’s discarded clothes and carried them down to the
laundry as June showered. When she finished and was toweling her hair
dry, Maria returned and asked, “So what do you want me to do with Rob
while you’re gone? He’s been tied to the bed pretty long now, so we
ought to let him up.” “Yes, we should. Let’s put him back in the police
cuffs. Do you think you could handle him alone if he’s in cuffs?”
“Well, that depends. If he’s cuffed behind his back, then yes, but he
won’t be able to do any work around the house that way. So maybe we can
cuff him in front but tie his legs together loosely again, so he’s
hobbled. That way he’ll at least be good for something.”
The women agreed and set about getting the cuffs back on. June set down
her towel and, still naked, picked up the cuffs and straddled Rob,
snapping one cuff on Rob’s left wrist. Seeing June straddle him this
way reminded him of last night and of how he got her off not once or
twice but five times without getting off once himself. Maria tied some
lengths of rope to both his wrists and then tied the two ends together
into a loop. The idea was that when they untied his wrists from the
bedposts, they would immediately tug on these new ropes and bring his
wrists together in front of him for cuffing. The plan worked as
intended, and in a moment Rob was cuffed in front with his legs loosely
tied together. Maria put him in June’s shower and ordered him to wash
up and to dry himself, which he did without complaint. Once he was dry
Maria took him downstairs to give him breakfast, which he was able to
do with his hands now in front of him. It was the freest he had felt in
days.
As he was eating his breakfast, June came down the stairs, grabbed her
cell phone, Mercedes key and purse and was out the door. “I’ll leave my
cell on, so call me if you have a problem,” she called as she headed
into the garage. Rob soon finished breakfast and, without being
ordered, he took his plates and utensils into the kitchen and put them
in the dishwasher. “That’s a good boy,” Maria said. “Now you can put
all the other plates in there too, along with the dirty pans and
everything else.” Rob complied, and in twenty minutes he had the
kitchen cleaned. For the next two hours, Maria gave Rob assignments
ranging from vacuuming the rugs to washing the windows, all of which he
did while she worked on June’s computer. He could not tell exactly what
she was doing, but she seemed to be shopping on the internet. When she
was typing in credit card numbers from her wallet, Rob was sure she had
bought some things, although he had no idea what.
Rob was being strangely obedient to Maria, and this made her wonder.
Was he afraid of her, especially with June being absent? Was he simply
tired and worn down? Was he plotting some surprise move? She didn’t
know, but she planned to find out. After lunch, she decided to test his
limits by increasing her demands on him. She began by giving him jobs
that were harder and harder, especially for a naked man in handcuffs.
She had him wash the floor to ceiling windows throughout the
downstairs, a job that required using a ladder and leaning far off to
each side. She had him rake up the leaves outside the house, an awkward
task when your wrists are tightly joined. She imposed strict deadlines
on his work, making him race though his jobs at breakneck speed. She
supervised his every move, criticizing each mistake and whacking him on
his rear end with a wooden cooking spoon when he was slow. The harder
he worked, the more demanding and critical Maria got. Soon Rob was
again at the breaking point, ready to explode.
Explode he did when Maria delivered the final straw, making him paint
the tool shed outside using a small artist’s paintbrush, a task that
would take weeks for the fastest worker. Rob started to paint and
covered a couple of square inches before he snapped. “This is absurd –
no person could do this job!” Rob screamed, flinging the paint and the
brush against the wall and starting to run away across the grass. Maria
decided to let him run, knowing he could not run quickly or get far in
his condition. “Come back, Rob, you know you’re not going anywhere…”
Maria called to him. “Shut up, you fucking bitch!” he seethed back, his
eyes wild with anger.
Maria did not like being called a bitch, not by Rob or by anyone else.
She watched Rob struggle a few yards further, heading across the grass
and toward the vegetable garden before she got up. She heaved a sigh
and broke into a run, intercepting Rob in less than 30 seconds and
tackling him hard to the ground. A full-fledged fight then broke out,
with Rob by far the stronger and bigger but with Maria quicker and, of
course, unbound. For a moment Rob seemed to have the upper hand,
getting on top of Maria and pinning her to the ground. This worked well
for Rob until Maria reached down and grabbed his testicles, squeezing
and twisting them until she almost ripped them off. Rob screamed out in
pain. Maria squeezed harder, taunting Rob, “How much more of this do
you want to take?” She continued the squeeze with one hand while she
reached into her jeans pocket with the other and removed a length of
cord that she had stashed there in advance, just in case. “Rob, I’m
going to hogtie you now, do you understand?” she said, continuing to
squeeze. Rob understood, evidently, because he did not struggle as
Maria bound his ankles together tightly and then bound his handcuffs to
his ankles. When he was fully hogtied, Maria gave Rob a spanking before
sitting down on the grass next to him to figure out her next move.
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