I like to think about myself as urbane, and I like to think about Chicago because the
final urbane metropolis. It truly is simply the way in which it seems to be in motion pictures. Slick.
Clear. Nice structure. Numerous dwell music if you understand the place to look. However
I additionally wish to daydream an excessive amount of. I used to be at my favourite Japanese steakhouse,
serious about how good town checked out night time. Fortuitously my girlfriend
didn’t discover. She simply sat there on the correct aspect of the secluded
sales space…nibbling at nigiri sushi.
The final time we have been right here was a 12 months in the past, after we first met. And identical to
the primary time, our sales space was very out of the way in which. A little bit darker and cozier
than the remaining, the low cushions lining the aspect and again partitions only a bit extra
plush. I sat within the middle, my consideration much less targeted by myself meals than how
she loved hers…the chopsticks sliding over her lips, the demure means she
dabbed them dry. I by no means understood why she was so dainty about meals or
the rest, as Michelle is almost eight inches taller than me and fairly the
comfortable butch. Nicely, tall or not, she’s cute when she’s consuming.
My meals was lukewarm (versus being correctly chilly), and I had misplaced
curiosity in it a while earlier than. I simply watched her consuming, savoring the rice
and sake. And her lips…they’ve all the time been very full, and purple, even with out
make-up.
As a substitute of letting her use the serviette, I leaned in for a kiss, licking the
candy liquor from her lips. She paused, setting down her cup; accepting my
lips, after which my tongue, after which returning my curiosity along with her personal. Her
proper hand caressed my face, however her left…there have been fingers. Gentle ones.
And so they have been up my skirt. Michelle retains her fingernails manicured and
painted silver, however brief. For me.
I couldn’t even really feel her nails inside me, solely agency, insistent flesh. And
her thumb urgent my clitoris. My panties she had pulled apart, and now she
obtained to the purpose. She pulled my panties down to simply above the hem of my
skirt…her proper hand nonetheless on my face, she stopped kissing me. She appeared me
straight within the eyes, as a predator may taunt its subsequent meal, and was no
longer merely touching. Her fingers started sliding out and in as she
unashamedly, unabashedly started to masturbate me.
I stared into her eyes in disbelief. We have been in public. And she or he was so
matter-of-fact…she didn’t care the place we have been. A part of me puzzled who would
stroll previous the sales space, however there had been no site visitors in quarter-hour. I let go,
kicking my heels off and sinking my head onto her shoulder. For a couple of moments
she kissed my face…and stunned me once more. She took her proper hand from my
face and went again to consuming her meals and consuming her wine. Her left hand
didn’t miss a beat. Persistently, laboriously, she started to press towards my
G-spot.
She saved her thumb on my clitoris, stroking it up and down, massaging my clit
with my very own sheath. I turned my head, nonetheless on her shoulder, to face her. To
have a look at her expression, you’d suppose she was simply having fun with an everyday meal. Her
face was…not simply clean. Smug. Sinister. This diabolical bitch was going
to make me spill throughout her hand with out breaking a sweat. God, sure. I
wasn’t ashamed. Not at being masturbated in public, not for lubricating all
over these superb cushions. If I used to be a slut, I used to be her slut. I held onto her
shoulder with my proper hand, my left round her waist.
I buried my face in her shoulder, lastly free and capable of merely get pleasure from her
ministrations to my intercourse. Her clean, spherical fingertips sensed me tightening,
and pressed upward, the stress on my G-spot so insistent I believed I could be
lifted off my seat. For her half, she remained deadpan, virtually scientific.
Concurrently, she intensified her stimulation of my clitoris, and took
one other sip of wine. I used to be sobbing, able to scream, and this was simply baby’s
play to her. She appeared in my eyes (which had widened to the scale of saucers),
smiled, and went again to her sushi simply as my physique began heating up. My
pussy was on hearth, I used to be afraid that once I got here I’d crush her hand.
I shortly forgot that concern. Her hand’s each movement startled me with each
its gentleness and its energy. Her hand, just a few fingers of it actually,
had tamed my intercourse, mastered it. Whereas the opposite nonchalantly stuffed her face.
The warmth in my pelvis started to toast the remainder of my physique, and seemingly the
entire room…I managed to calm down my muscular tissues, figuring out that launch was
imminent…
And it was. My toes curled and my hand spasmed round her arm as the primary
shuddering waves of tight scorching sweetness got here. She inserted extra of her
fingers’ size, extra heat flesh for my pussy to carry onto because it misplaced
management. I used to be soaking moist, spilling greater than sufficient juice onto her fingers
to let her slide towards my G-spot. She mixed this with alternately rubbing
the shaft of my clitoris and the uncovered tip. I squeezed her forearm between
my thighs, gasping, attempting to not make a sound as my physique betrayed me…
Because the orgasm lastly started to subside, she lastly turned from the meal. She
checked out me with the amused expression of a cat proprietor seeing her pussy chase
its tail.
“You see what I can do to you? Think about if I’d had each arms free. Now I
suppose you’ve been completed together with your meal for a while, and I’ve completed
mine. So…I feel you must put your self again collectively, wipe your juice from
your thighs, and I’ll take you dwelling so you may see what occurs once I’m actually
imaginative.”
I hadn’t been to her place in a while, most likely a couple of weeks. She had been
telling me on and off about some transforming she’d executed to her condo.
Nothing main, simply new furnishings and issues. Not that her condo actually
wanted enhancements. The Lake Level Towers in downtown Chicago have been already
pristine. For eight grand a month, hers actually had higher be. However I used to be
nonetheless within the adjustments. These ideas weren’t absent from my thoughts
as I collected myself.
I had no concept silk napkins have been so absorbent. Or not less than they felt like silk
as they cleaned my inside thighs off. She had stepped out of the sales space to pay
our invoice on the maitre’d’s desk, whereas I cleaned my vulva and pulled up my
panties. Lastly she parted the curtains and caught her head again in.
“Able to go?”
I replied within the affirmative, slowly discovering the composure to face and clean
my skirt. As I stepped out of the sales space, I felt as if my brow had “slut”
written throughout it. I held onto Michelle and he or she held onto me as I
half-stumbled to the automotive. I assume it doesn’t take alcohol to get me drunk.
Fortuitously there have been no excessively odd stares from the patrons, though God
is aware of what the waiter discovered when he obtained again to our sales space.
Lastly we obtained to her sedan, and he or she set me within the passenger seat. I watched
her as she walked across the entrance to the motive force’s aspect. She moved like a
predator, like a tigress defending her cubs, even in one thing so mundane as
taking me dwelling for extra determined fucking. All the fifteen minutes it took
to drive to her place, I used to be squirming in my seat. Half from the residual warmth
in my pelvis, and half from what I suspected could be executed to me once we
arrived at her place. Which after what appeared like ages, we did. I stood
near her within the elevator, nuzzling her arm like I’d by no means been out within the
world earlier than.
I hadn’t. Not with my pussy threatening to drip onto my footwear, not less than. We
obtained to her flooring, and he or she led me to her condo. At first, I couldn’t level
to any particular adjustments. The lounge appeared the identical. Perhaps the kitchen?
No, that was the identical, olive oil bottles and all the pieces.
I requested concerning the transforming, and he or she innocently replied…”Oh, the entire
transforming was within the bed room, sweetie.” I’ve obtained fairly pale pores and skin, however I’m
certain I turned even whiter when she stated this. I didn’t even ask, I simply let
her lead me into the bed room…and was offered with a sight that made my
coronary heart leap into my throat. This was now not a bed room. This was, nonetheless
comfortable and plush, nothing lower than a intercourse dungeon. The king dimension mattress was nonetheless
current, nonetheless centered to take full benefit of the breathtaking view of
downtown Chicago. However the sheets have been now black satin, and the pillows darkish
purple chenille, apparently impressed by my ideas a couple of weeks earlier.
To the top and foot boards have been tied two units of fur-lined leather-based
cuffs…for wrists and ankles. On the wall subsequent to the mattress hung numerous and
sundry toys. And set in the course of the mattress was some type of…seat. It was
elevated barely, and affixed to the edges of the mattress by thick steel rods.
Michelle tossed me over one shoulder and carried me to the mattress, setting me
down.
She eliminated her garments for me, letting me drink within the sight of her as my
thighs involuntarily held my forearms to my glowing vulva. Her breasts, bigger
than mine. Her hips, wider. Her pubic hair thick and opulent, trimmed solely
close to the middle to permit easy accessibility. As soon as she was nude she stood me up and
started to undress me. My shirt, my barely damp bra. Her peak positioned her
breasts virtually at eye degree for me. She knew I cherished her breasts, and moved
nearer, simply shut sufficient that they have been virtually touching my face. She slid
down as she slid my panties down along with her. She lifted every foot out of them,
tossed them apart, and as she stood again up, she licked me.
Her tongue began at my clitoris, slowly trailing upward. My tummy, my
breastbone, till she arrived at my lips. She paused there, kissing me with
the style of my very own want on her lips. She took my backside in her arms, and
lifted me onto the mattress. We started to make out, her arms gently caressing my
breasts as she kneeled on the ground in entrance of me, my very own small arms on her
shoulders.
After consuming in one another’s lips for a number of minutes, she took me in her
arms, transferring me farther up onto the mattress. Lastly I arrived with my backside on
the unusual cushion fastened within the middle of the mattress. It was molded to help
my backside and decrease again. And there have been restraints I hadn’t observed earlier than.
They have been large strips of soppy cloth, designed to fold over my legs as I sat in
the cushion. A 3rd such strap was beneath my waist. It was wider, and
barely tapered like a corset.
She appeared me within the eyes. “What’s our secure phrase?”
“California.”
“Okay.”
First she affixed my waist with the corset. This centered my backside on the
cushion. It was comfortable, however comfortable, and supported my again comfortably. The straps
at my thighs, when she secured them, held my thighs open at a few 45 diploma
angle. Simply sufficient to totally expose my genitals. My pelvis was fully
motionless, elevated, and I couldn’t shut my thighs. Fortuitously she had positioned
an enormous towel beneath the seat, figuring out how leaky my physique would get. In fact, I
may attain down and fumble the straps and corset open if obligatory. She fastened
this fairly shortly, as I felt the fur-lined cuffs being secured round my
wrists and ankles. Solely once I was comfortably restrained spread-eagle on the
mattress did I discover the mirror on the ceiling.
I watched myself pressure towards the bonds to no avail. I couldn’t transfer my
thighs a single diploma nearer collectively to cowl my non-public elements, and I
couldn’t transfer my pelvis an inch. Mercifully, she didn’t begin with my uncovered
genitals. She left me mendacity there, the nice and cozy air brushing my pores and skin, and went to
get one thing. Restrained as I used to be, I couldn’t flip very far to see her.
She got here again to the satin mattress with a set of two small plastic cups related
to versatile tubes. She generously licked my left nipple and areola, coating
them in her mouth’s wetness, and set the cup the other way up on my small breast.
Wanting into my eyes as she moved to the opposite breast, she repeated the method
with my proper nipple. The tubes main from them she then related to
one thing beneath the nightstand I couldn’t see. I heard a low buzzing sound,
and the comfortable rubber edges of the cups pressed into my breasts because the cups started
sucking my nipples. The gadget beneath the nightstand should have been a breast
pump. We had been experimenting with making me lactate, by numerous hormones
and therapeutic massage methods.
Some months earlier than it had began to repay, as I started to lactate every time I
was sufficiently aroused. I may really feel my milk leaking by my erect
nipples because the pump did its work. Michelle helped the method by gently
rubbing heat cherry-scented oil into my breasts across the edges of the nipple
cups. As she did this she gently kissed my lips. “Are you okay?” I nodded,
attempting to arch my again as my breasts started to throb with pleasure…
The pleasure from my breasts radiated to my genitals, however I couldn’t rub my
thighs collectively to stimulate myself. I attempted to look down, and Michelle
realized I wanted one thing executed to my pussy. She moved her proper hand from my
breast right down to my swollen vulva, not specializing in anyone half, however cupping my
intercourse. She firmly pressed the palm of her hand into my genitals, giving me a
floor to press again towards as I closed my eyes and let go.
Retaining her hand there, she stretched to show off the breast pump. She
eliminated first one nipple cup, then the opposite, tossing the plastic cups off to
the aspect of the mattress. I continued leaking milk, the skinny clean white nectar
streaming down the edges of my breasts, as a lot as was potential on my again. As
she drank from my breasts, she started gently to therapeutic massage my labia. For a second,
she introduced her hand again up, soaking it in my milk earlier than returning it to my
pussy. Her masturbation of me continued…gradual, mild, pleasurable however gentle.
She wasn’t going to make me orgasm too quickly. I moaned in gratitude as she
relaxed my physique and thoughts, licking the milk from my chest and whispering her
love.
As soon as I used to be lubricating freely, unable to include my moaning, she moved from
the mattress…I heard her getting one thing, however I didn’t see what. When she got here
again, in her hand was a thick silver vibrator. She turned it on by twisting
the underside finish, however I couldn’t fairly make out any sound coming from it. However
when she introduced the sleek, warmed, tapered finish to my leaking nipple, I knew
it was working. Slowly she dragged the milk-dipped vibrator down my physique. Its
vibrations pleasured first my small breast…then my tummy…lastly she started
teasing my clitoris.
My physique was screaming for extra, however I couldn’t transfer in any respect. I wanted
desperately to press my clitoris towards the vibrator, or not less than to really feel it
inside me. However my clitoris’s solely regular consolation was the nice and cozy air, punctuated
by intermittent kisses from the vibrator. I started sobbing, and at last she
relented and gave me what I wanted. I used to be slowly, gently stuffed by the
vibrator, and he or she slid again as much as kiss my lips earlier than transferring again down.
As soon as there she started to therapeutic massage my labia along with her fingers as she sucked my
clitoris. My genitals felt uncooked, hypersensitive. Each contact was extraordinarily
intense, however she knew how you can stimulate me simply sufficient to keep away from inflicting me ache.
As she sensed I used to be near orgasm, she took her tongue from my clitoris and
left me with solely the vibrator and her fingers on my labia. She modified
methods on my labia, utilizing them to stretch the pores and skin resulting in my hood. My
clitoris couldn’t really feel something straight, solely the stress and stretching close to
it. I’d not be capable of orgasm with out her tending to my clit.
My physique was prepared, my vagina lubricating overtly, however she wouldn’t take care
of my clitoris. She angled the vibrator upwards, urgent towards my
G-spot…and I may simply really feel the vibrations in my clit. This may not let
me come, however I used to be getting nearer. Simply as my insides started to warmth up, she
started sliding the vibrator out and in. A plateau was coming, however not an
orgasm…I started to actively grip the vibrator. I started crying out amid the
intensifying pleasure…and he or she delivered the coup de grace. She gently pulled
again my hood, squeezed the shaft of my clitoris…and slowly dragged the size
of her moist comfortable heat tongue straight throughout the uncovered tip.
My pelvis exploded. My pussy went from merely being heat and twitchy to
convulsing uncontrollably. I started screaming, and he or she shortly undid the straps
on my thighs in order that I may press them collectively. As my legs wrapped round my
spasming genitals, she undid the wrist cuffs…and at last I used to be capable of maintain
my pussy and trip out the convulsions. She opened the corset, letting me sit
up, and sat behind me…she took my arms away from my non-public elements, changing
them along with her personal and expertly stroking me to lengthen the orgasm. Her fingers,
longer and extra expert than my very own, made my softest flesh throb in methods I
by no means may by myself, pulsing and quivering, the pleasure intensifying in methods
I couldn’t fathom regardless of having skilled her love earlier than. It was virtually
scary, past my understanding, however an ideal vindication of the belief I
positioned in Michelle each time I uncovered myself for her and confessed my want.
She owned me. I wanted her to personal me, wanted to be her plaything, her pet.
Her domination of me meant bliss, meant security, meant satisfaction.
Lastly I collapsed in her arms, smiling, coughing, my physique spent, unable to
lactate or lubricate any extra. She leaned over to disconnect the cushion, and
swung it away from bed. It was adopted by the milk and lube soaked towel. She
had one other towel prepared, and used it to wipe the sweat from my brow and the
juice from my pussy. As I snuggled as much as her, urgent my again towards her
breasts, she pulled the heavy comforter from its folded place on the foot of
the mattress and wrapped us in it. And we lay there, her hand cupping my swollen
vulva with the comfortable towel, till I fell asleep in her arms.