From the start, this was not like Friday night, except for the blindfold. Instead of wrapping her legs around my ears, Jeanine bent over and wrapped her lips around me elsewhere. It was unexpected and I went from three-quarters erect to rampant in less time than it takes to say it. Like a Hoover, damn.

Jeanine used a hand on the shaft and lavished attention on the head with lips, tongue and a hint of teeth. I knew I wouldn't last long, but that's never been an issue for this type of play. And Jeanine never attempted to deep-throat me, after the results of her only attempt. I didn't need it and never missed it. I had serious doubts about the claims of those who swear by it.

And then she did, nearly. I still had my doubts, but it was undeniably erotic that she would make the attempt. I cleared my throat to let her know I was close. She continued to suck, though shallower, and her hand returned to jack the shaft.

Her other hand on my pelvis restricted my bucking attempts as much as the bindings did as I came, hard. It felt like quarts, though I knew it was at best a couple of teaspoons all told. Jeanine continued to suck and slurp through the entire ejaculation, even though she'd confided that it was a taste she could do without.

When she'd said that (I hadn't been at all surprised), I had told her if I had three wishes, I'd wish for a long healthy life for myself and those I loved, just enough material wealth not to distract from loving and living, "and, of course, chocolate-flavored semen." I think she's repeated that one to all her friends, most of her acquaintences, and probably a few strangers.

Well, I was feeling relaxed and happy again, and eager to do the same for Jeanine. I felt her weight leave the bed, and I listened for clues to what she might be doing.

After what seemed an awfully long time, I realized that she was leaning on the right side of the bed. My right arm was freed, then pulled back in place. I could tell from the feel that Jeanine had replaced the binding straps with the old Bungee cord we used to use. There was some tension, but plenty of give. She did the same on my left.

"I started hating those things, because they felt like they were pullig me apart,"she whispered in my ear. "But your arms are longer, there's less tension, and in case of a smothering accident, you should be able to free yourself." So far, everything Jeanine had done had been for me. I was more eager than ever to pay her back.

At last I felt her legs on either side of me. With the slight angle she had me reclining in, it was a little more awkward for her to place herself as she had that Friday, but she managed. As soon as I smelled her near, I reached out my tongue to lick. Handicapped by the blindfold, the first flesh I touched was Jeanine's clit.

She let out a "whoof" and jerked forward. "Hey! Not so eager on the beaver, back there! Remember, I said 'gentle' this time." Her stern admonition was spoiled by a giggle.

"Sorry, Mistress," I called back. I stopped straining forward, pulled back a bit, and waited, my lips pursed as for a chaste kiss, for her to come to me.

She eased back until she was kissing me back, although her lips were at a ninety degree angle from mine. I kissed her and made the lip smacking noise, "Mwah!"

She jumped just the least bit and giggled again. She took my not-quite-limp cock in one hand and said, "I don't think you're taking me seriously." She squeezed a bit. "Now get serious or else."

I got serious. Well, seriously playful. I once again applied lips and tongue to the task set before me, while Jeanine toyed with the task at hand. Jeanine made appropriate noises to show her approval, and unconsciously pushed back a little more to take advantage of the pleasure of pressure.

Meanwhile, I managed to grasp the Bungee and pull the hook from the D-ring. To prevent the tell-tale 'thwack' of a freed cord, I set the hook on the vertical brass bars in the head board. When both hands were free, I grasped the bars to prevent giving away that fact.

Jeanine was slowly approaching her first climax, and I eased her into it as gently as I could. Her moan was a soft, long musical note, and I shifted to licking her lips and channel as I knew she would prefer while this sensitive.

When her breathing slowed a bit, I once more ventured an occasional lick to the hood of her clit, encouraging the bud to come out to play.

And then, like that Friday, I sped my efforts abruptly, with the same results. While she was in the rapture of the second coming, I licked, lipped, and sucked, tonguing her to her limit and as far past as I could achieve before she could tell me to stop or pull away.

She fainted again. Well, maybe not fainted, but she was no longer responsive in a conscious manner. I removed my blindfold.

I learned the purpose of the slight incline, as her sweaty body tended to slide slightly away from my head instead of onto my face. But I had two free hands, and pulled her back into position for the final event. I did my absolute best to drag that last orgasm from her quivering cunt. And because my arms and hands were free to reposition her as I wished, I managed to breathe while doing it.

This time, when her body began to twitch, there were no teethmarks and no pain to distract her from the pleasure. The smile on her limp, twitching form was genuine. I eased her aside and freed my legs, put all our toys in the laundry basket, and gently eased her around to her normal sleeping position. Every now and then, she would twitch again, accompanied by a soft "oohhh."

At least if she had trouble walking at work tomorrow, she'd have a smile instead of a wince. I wrapped an arm around her and allowed myself to fall asleep.

The End