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-=[ The Banker - Her Version ]=-
Teresa felt like a flower choked by the surrounding by weeds. Her career
and professional life was a vacuum sucking up any semblance or hope of a
real life. She had worked hard, achieving success in the banking world,
which was typically a man's world, filled with the good old boys. She
had met her goals and continued to raise the bar as far as her business
life, but it was at the sacrifice of her personal life. Of course, it
was difficult to have a personal life in her line of business. To be
successful in the private banking world, you had to go out to where the
successful clientele were at. Receptions, dinners, luncheons, breakfast
meetings, belonging to the right private clubs, civic and social service
organizations. All of these activities left very little time for a
social life. On top of that, most of the people she encountered in life
were in at least their mid-40's, with most being in their 50's and 60's.
Teresa was in her early-thirties, bleached-blonde, with a great body.
She knew she was not Cindy Crawford, but she also knew she turned more
than her fair share of heads. Her dating life was sporadic, mainly due
to time constraints, but mostly due to her choosiness. At times, she
questioned herself as to whether or not she was too choosy. It seemed
that all of the "good men" in her target age group were already married.
Also, she had learned the art of tactfully deflecting the constant
stream of passes made at her by her world of dirty, old rich men. It was
a frustrating feeling, but she didn't have the time or the inclination
to play the coy dating game. She didn't have times for games which she
might not win. She had begun to fantasize about being able to just grab
the man of her choice, when and how she wanted, and make him do whatever
she desired. She wanted to be in control.
This world of control was one Teresa had never explored in real life,
but she had begun to learn about it after she accidentally stumbled
across an eye-opening femdom website on the internet. To that point in
her life, she had never done more than joke with her girlfriends as a
teenager about wanting to tie up the hot-looking quarterback. But now,
it was a world that fascinated her, and truly made her juices flow. If
only she had someone available that she desired enough to dominate. - It
was when daydreaming about this fantasy, when she got the phone call
from another one of those already-married-men, Trey.
Trey was good-looking and still relatively young, in his early thirties.
Teresa and Trey had met at a lunch meeting with their respective bosses
where Teresa immediately noticed the dark-haired consultant, with his
hazel eyes and killer smile. He was charming as hell and would have been
perfect for her, she thought, except for the already-married part. She
at least enjoyed the breakfast a little more than usual and fantasized
for a moment or two, before putting Trey to the back of her mind.
However, within a couple of days of that first meeting, Trey called her
with a client of his needing some corporate banking assistance. Although
her area was private banking, she didn't want to miss an opportunity to
see the young hunk again. Teresa made sure she wore a subtly extra sexy
suit.
At lunch, without the risk of senior management sensing ulterior
motives, Teresa was able to take better inventory of Trey. He was
tanned, with short, conservative dark hair. He had broad shoulders and a
large chest evident under his suit. She wondered what his body looked
like. His eyes seemed to look deep inside her, so much so that she was
almost worried that he could read her mind. In the course of the
conversation, she found out that he had many common interests with her
and a great personality. Also, he said he worked out at the gym a lot,
further piquing her curiosity. It was at that lunch meeting that Teresa
fell for Trey.
Over time, they had numerous, seemingly innocent, outwardly-professional
lunches and relatively frequent telephone conversations. Teresa felt
that he had piqued Trey's interest on more than a professional level,
however, neither one made a move which could have been considered
Clinton-esque, especially considering that he was married. All the
while, Teresa studied his eyes, his smile, his shoulders and arms, with
her inner thoughts desiring to hold his body against hers. She desired
him so much, but could not let herself do anything about it.
Teresa always enjoyed meeting with Trey. She would always dress just a
bit sexier on those days and feel just a bit better about things in
general. Trey called Teresa and set up a breakfast meeting "to discuss
another client who just sold his company and now needs a strong personal
banking relationship." He set it up at a common business-breakfast
meeting place just outside the uptown business district. For some reason
she couldn't sleep the night before, and found herself up late surfing
the internet. She soon found herself reading through were secret femdom
bookmarks and began placing herself in those situations, and thinking
about Trey as being her servant, her slave, her toy and her worshipper.
When she finally fell asleep that night, her pussy was wet with the
thought of that unattainable dream.
As Teresa was getting dressed that morning, for some reason she felt a
bit mischievous and a bit extra confident. Her sixth sense told her that
something special was in store for her and made a mental note to buy a
lottery ticket. Going through her closet, she pushed by her little
"red-hot" suit which she bought on a whim at Neiman's. It looked
fantastic when she tried it on at the store, but then when she got it
home, she decided it was too short, too low-cut and just generally too
sexy for the banking world. She stopped and contemplated, wouldn't it be
great to wear this today? She wondered what Trey would think. After
about fifteen minutes of going back and forth on the idea, she decided
to go for it. If she felt uncomfortable after breakfast, she could
always come home and change.
When she arrived at the restaurant, Teresa saw Trey already seated at a
table in the far corner, looking sharp as usual. Teresa concentrated on
doing a subtle catwalk stride toward him and felt a little extra
confidence build as she walked toward him. He looked pleased with the
outfit. As she sat down, she leaned over and gave Trey a friendly hello
peck on the cheek, just like every other normal meal they had alone
together. Teresa sat down and flashed her best smile, stared longingly
into his eyes and asked "So what's going on?"
Trey just sat there momentarily mesmerized by Teresa's eyes, and
quietly, almost matter-of-factly disclosed, "I'm divorced."
A silence sat over the table. Eyes locked for what seemed like hours,
but really couldn't have been for more than a few seconds. Teresa's
heart skipped a beat and her stomach tightened. "What did you say?"
Teresa whispered.
"I'm divorced."
Teresa diverted her gaze to some unknown spot on the far wall and
silently leaned back in her chair. She thought to herself, "Oh my god! I
can't believe he's divorced! Stay calm. Think. You can't miss this
opportunity." Then she realized, this is the man I have desired and I'm
not going to lose control. He's mine. With that thought, she gained
composure and leaned forward, looking deeply, intently into Trey's eyes,
trying to see what he was thinking. Hoping he was thinking the same. But
just as she was about to speak, the waitress came to take their order.
Teresa's eyes never left Trey's, "No thank you," she almost commanded,
"I was just leaving."
Trey confusedly looked up at the waitress, never having heard that tone
of voice from Teresa and sort of shrugged with a bewildered look. The
waitress took her cue and left without word. Trey returned to Teresa's
unwavering gaze. Using that same, quiet and unfamiliar tone of voice she
almost demanded "and why are you telling me this?"
Trey paused, then hesitantly uttered "Because I just thought you might
like to know." Then added, "I hoped you might like to know."
Teresa concentrated to keep her gaze frozen on him. "Yes!" she thought
to herself. She looked hard at him, trying to read if he was ready to
fulfill her desires or not. Finally she asked "And what if I am pleased
to know?"
"Well," he drew his breath, "it pleases me to please you."
Exactly. That was the right answer. Teresa allowed herself to almost
crack a smile. But she made sure not to use her usual
charm-your-pants-off smile, it was instead a purposefully faint, almost
wicked smile. She was ready to burst, but again focused on maintaining
her composure. She knew she had to remain in control for her fantasy to
play out correctly. She had to get out of there and start planning.
Without warning, she stood up, leaned over and whispered into Trey's ear
"I decide what pleases me." She didn't know what made her say it. It was
like someone else was talking through her. Teresa then turned around and
strode back out to the door, leaving Trey without a word. Had she looked
back, Trey would have seen the ear-to-ear grin she was wearing as she
was walking out the door.
As Teresa stepped into her little red convertible Mercedes, a million
thoughts were running through her mind. She was wondering if she could
follow through on her desires. Could she really be that sexually
dominant woman, in control, making the decisions and taking the lead?
But she was also totally unprepared. She decided she couldn't go into
the office in her current state of mind, so she phoned ahead to her
assistant and let her know that she would be out on calls and to just
take messages. Instead, she headed home to take stock of the situation.
By mid-morning, Teresa had convinced herself to go through with it. Trey
had always been a perfect gentleman, but he had also always shown that
subtle, extra spark of interest. She knew she had seen it in his face
and had heard it in his voice, and more importantly, she knew she had
always felt it in herself.
Looking around her apartment, she began to think about the details.
Thankfully, the maid had just been in the day before, so everything was
spotless. In the bedroom, where she really wanted to bring him, she
thought that she has to be able to tie him up, but should she just use
her belts and hermes scarves? No. She needed more "official" tools. She
had always driven by several erotic apparel stores in the "artsy"
section of town, and figured that was the best place to start; besides,
she was also highly unlikely to run into any clients while she was
shopping for her secret goodies. She pulled up to the most promising
looking store just a bit before 10:00 am, and sat patiently in her
Mercedes until a slender, tall woman in a short leather skirt arrived to
open the store.
Teresa excitedly walked into the store immediately thereafter, but upon
entering, she suddenly felt out of place and tentative. Luckily, the
store manager had seen this picture before. "Is there anything I can
help you with?" she asked Teresa.
Teresa hesitated, then said "Well, I am not exactly sure. I just thought
I'd look around and maybe I'd know when I see it."
"O.K. My name is Anna, let me know if you need help with anything," she
slightly paused, then added "or any advice."
Teresa looked around at the walls covered with all sorts of leather and
chains and clothing and gadgets of every shape and size imaginable. Most
of which she hadn't the foggiest idea of what they could possibly be
used for. Realizing her novice status, Teresa mustered up her courage
and said, "Anna, excuse me, but maybe you could give me some advice." To
which Anna responded with a smile and look of understanding and
compassion, very much putting Teresa at ease. Teresa continued, "I've
never been shopping here before.... Well, to tell you the truth, I've
never been shopping in anyplace like this before, and I think I have a
chance to make a dream a reality, if you know what I mean."
Anna then took the lead. "You have definitely come to the right place. I
think I can help you ease into the scene. Two questions. First, are you
planning to be in charge or the sub? And, second, is your partner a man
or a woman?"
The second question startled Teresa, she hadn't considered that that
could be a common question. She laughed nervously, "I'm in charge, and
he's definitely a man!"
"Well in that case, big strong men generally need help controlling
themselves. Maybe a first step is to ensure you have the proper items to
restrain him, as necessary. Cuffs, leather ropes, blindfolds, cock
cages, nipple clamps...."
At that, Teresa interupted, "wait a second, I think you're getting ahead
of me. I was thinking at least about handcuffs and things like that, but
I'm not sure about the other stuff."
Anna paused and did a mental assessment of the blonde in the sexy
business suit standing in front of her. She determined that Teresa had
confidence, but lacked experience in the business of being a Domme.
Having taken notice of the car outside and the well-off looking
appearance, Anna decided to take a gamble that Teresa could turn out to
be a long term repeat customer if she could get into this and had found
the right sub as a partner. So she dropped the hard sell and began
speaking from her years of experience. "I tell you what, let's make a
deal. If you promise to come back to me to take care of all of your
future 'equipment' needs, I'll make sure you leave here with everything
you need. Is that a deal?"
Teresa evaluated Anna. She appeared sincere and genuine. "It sounds like
a deal to me."
"In that case, let's start you out slowly with the physical equipment.
Four shackles, a blindfold, some leather ties, and my personal favorite,
a paddle. That is all you really need if you are easing into it. But now
let me explain to you what you really need." Anna made certain that
Teresa was looking directly into her eyes. "You need to have the
attitude of a Queen. A Queen that expects and demands total obedience
without question. That is difficult to accomplish, because in the real
world, you constantly have to ease into things and it's constant give
and take. Especially with your lover." Teresa nodded understanding, so
Anna continued. "You can still be firm and loving at the same time, but
with your slave," Teresa cracked a smile at hearing the word 'slave',
"you need to truly be the master. Do not forget that you are in charge.
If he truly desires you, he will do anything you ask. And you do not
'ask,' you 'tell' him what you want and how you want it. Don't let up.
Don't loose confidence. Don't let him see you waiver. Do you
understand?"
"Yes," answered Teresa.
"Can you do that?" asked Anna.
"Yes. Yes I can" Teresa said, trying to convince herself.
Anna smiled, then asked, "were you ever spanked as a child?"
"Maybe a couple of times"
"Were you ever given treats or rewards for doing good things?"
"Yes, of course I was."
"Well, men are like babies. Better yet, they are like puppies. If they
do something wrong, they need to be immediately punished. Alternatively,
when they are good, they deserve a treat. Puppies can be trained, and so
can men."
"Can you be a little more specific? What do you mean exactly?" Teresa
was genuinely absorbed at this point. She almost wished she had her
notepad with her so she wouldn't miss anything.
Anna continued, "this man wants to be your slave. Inside him he deeply
wants it. You need to bring it out of him. Looking at you, if I were a
man, I would do anything to be your slave." Anna said with a wink. "But
slaves do not serve purely out of fear. Just like puppies, they do
whatever gets them attention. And they will keep fetching or massaging
or licking or whatever, for as long as it pleases you. From that, they
get pleasure. Don't ever forget that. Now they also have to have an
element of fear, especially at the beginning. A puppy pees the floor a
couple of times, and he gets swatted with the newspaper hard enough, he
learns to not pee on the floor or he'll get swatted. You can spank you
slave just the same way. At the beginning, find an excuse to teach him
the consequences. Strap him down and spank him. And don't do it softly.
Do it for real. Do it hard. Do you think you can do that?"
Teresa tried to sound convincing, "Yes, I can do that."
"Also, bind him. Tie him down. Restrict his movement. You are in control
and he has to remember that. Next, make him please you physically. Don't
give any thought to what pleasure he is getting. Remember, you are the
number one and only. Believe me. He will get excited making you feel
good. Then, you can use his excitement to an even greater advantage!
Make him want it. Make him need it. Let him get all worked up, but then
take it away from him just before he gets it. All the while, making sure
you are the one getting pleased. You understand I'm taking sexually,
right?"
Teresa understood exactly. "Most definitely I understand." Teresa could
feel her insides getting hotter just thinking about it. This was the
greatest lesson she had ever received.
"And finally, trust me, when you finally do give that dog his treat and
let him cum, he will be your slave forever."
"Give me everything I need!" Teresa cheered out. At that both girls
started laughing heartily. Anna gathered four leather handcuffs, a
blindfold, several thin leather straps of varying lengths ("tie up his
cock and balls tight, then tug! You'll get his attention"), and a wooden
paddle which reminded Teresa of those used in fraternities and
sororities. Anna explained to Teresa that there were a hundred more
implements to use, and which she'd be happy to help her with, but said
that first she should keep it simple. The mental tools were the most
effective.
"Final words of advice, keep him guessing, tease him to your heart's
content, and get him naked! His clothes are his armor. Strip him of it.
Then come back and tell me how it went. Remember our deal." Teresa
thanked Anna and promised she'd do what she had said, and then come back
and report in. - 11:15 and she was equipped.
Now the question was, when does she enact her plan. As she started
driving back to her apartment, she decided she wanted to start as soon
as possible. The excitement and anticipation was making her crazy. She
decided to call Trey directly on his cell phone. "Hello, Trey speaking"
he answered.
"Write down this address." Teresa said, this time using her cheery
professional voice. "Be there at one o'clock sharp. You will be
expected." Then she quickly hit the end key before he had a chance to
ask any questions. The words 'keep him guessing' rang through her mind.
She arrived at her luxury uptown apartment building and informed the
concierge that she was expected a well-dressed young man at about one
o'clock and to send him straight up. Once inside, she did her final,
unnecessary tidying up, checked to make sure she had bottles of
chardonnay chilling in the refrigerator, and then headed to her room to
set up her new supplies and to fix herself up.
Teresa carefully placed her tools in the top drawer of her dresser, then
took a look at herself in the full-length mirrors covering almost an
entire wall of the bedroom. She was pleased with her little red
borderline-business outfit. She knew she looked sexy. But she wanted to
make some improvements. She went back to her dresser and dug through to
the back of her drawer of stockings. She pulled out a set of white,
thigh-highs which she rarely wore. These will work nicely, she thought
to herself. She sat back on her canopied, wrought-iron bed and pulled
off her hose and was about to pull on the thigh-highs, when another
thought flashed through her mind and made her giggle out of nervousness
and excitement. With that, she pulled off her panties. "Not going to be
needing these," she said to herself out loud. Then she carefully pulled
on the stockings and looked at her legs in the mirrors again. She
checked out how easily she could give a show by bending over, and saw
that the lacy tops were clearly visible with not too much effort. -
Teresa was gaining confidence with each passing moment.
Teresa spent the rest of the time primping and making certain she had on
her best sexy look, with her hair a bit more poofy and her makeup just
right. One last survey of the apartment and she was ready. The doorbell
rang at one o'clock on the dot.
Teresa opened the door and found Trey looking as manly and sexy as ever.
He followed her into the apartment and she casually asked if he would
like a glass of wine. She didn't wait for answer and stepped over to the
coffee table where she had just placed one of the bottles of chardonnay.
She smiled to herself as she leaned over to pour the drinks, making her
skirt rise up in the back to reveal that her sexy white stockings. As
Teresa turned back to him and handed him the glass, she could see the
expression on his face. He definitely noticed and he obviously didn't
know what to say or do. Teresa decided to continue the morning's
conversation. "Does it really please you to please me?"
Trey took a rather unrefined gulp of the wine and responded "It would
please me more than anything to please you."
His response was perfect. Teresa felt herself crack a smile, which she
kept to a subtle grin, and using a whispering, sultry voice, purred
"That pleases me. But as I said, I decide what pleases me. Can you abide
by that?"
It was working. She could see it in his eyes and face. Desperation. Not
knowing what Teresa had planned and looking for help. Trey simply
nodded, giving Teresa a feeling of growing control and confidence. She
continued, "I have been thinking about you pleasing me for a long time.
But to please me, you must do what I say, when I say. I won't tolerate
questioning of my wants and desires and bad conduct is grounds for
immediate discipline. Do you understand?"
Teresa maintained her best poker face, not letting Trey know how her
heart was racing inside. Trey simply nodded again and Teresa stepped up
directly in front of him, looked deeply into Trey's eyes and firmly said
"I want to hear you say it. 'I will please Teresa when and how she wants
to be pleased. I will submit to and fulfill her every wish. I will
accept her every punishment and treasure her every gift.'"
Trey didn't break her gaze and still did not understand, but repeated
back, "I will please Teresa when and how she wants to be pleased and
will submit to her every wish...." Forgetting the next part. Then
suddenly he remembered "And I will accept her punishments and gifts." He
finished with a big smile, obviously pleased with himself that he caught
it all.
It was close enough. "Very good" Teresa purred. "Take off your coat and
tie and come here and sit on the ottoman" she said with an ever-growing
confidence, as she spun around and went to her big, comfy chair with the
ottoman in front. Trey removed his suit jacket and tie, opening his top
button and went to sit down on the ottoman facing her. Teresa took a
long sip of her wine before she gave the command to take their first
step toward her plans for their new world and relationship. She leaned
back in the chair, looked directing into Trey's eyes and lifted her red
pumps upon Trey's knees. She then gave her first physical command, "Now,
these shoes make my feet hurt. I want a massage." Trey looked like the
wheels were spinning out of control inside his head, still not
understanding the change that was taking place in his world as he knew
it. Pausing for only a split second, he mechanically slid back on the
ottoman and lifted her left foot to remove the sexy red shoe, then
placed her foot against the ottoman between his legs, but not touching
his crotch. As he lifted the right foot to remove the other shoe, he
finally looked up her beautiful legs on the way to her eyes, but his
gaze was stopped well short. Teresa's heart skipped a beat as Trey
caught a glimpse of her pantyless, neatly trimmed pussy.
As his eyes then shot up to meet Teresa's, she again maintained her
outward composure and looked at him with a casual confidence, calmly
saying, "massage, now!" At that Trey went to work on her gorgeous foot.
The simple touch of his hands to her foot was sending electricity
throughout her body. Here she was commanding this man with her wishes.
As she stared down at him, feeling a warmth enveloping her body, she
suddenly noticed that a rather pronounced bulge was starting to grow in
his trousers. The sight of it sent tingles up her spine. Trey appeared
to be trying to shift his position to hide his hardening cock. "We seem
to have a little problem, don't we?" observed Teresa, then she quickly
added, "Or should I say a big problem?"
Trey began to blush somewhat. His blushing only enhanced her feeling of
superiority and control. The predicament made Trey loose focus on the
messaging of Teresa's foot and she quickly seized the opportunity to
exercise more control, and snapped, "Did I tell you to stop massaging?
Now slide forward. My other foot is bored." With that, Trey worked his
way forward on the ottoman until his rock hard member was full up
against Teresa's sexy foot. The feeling of the hard rod under her foot
was like no other inspiration on earth. She expertly maneuvered his
penis to a vertical position and started absently rubbing it up and
down. Teresa was in a state of joy. What a dream. It had to be a dream.
As she continued to delight in the sensations her feet her experiencing,
she gazed down at Trey with a feeling of true desire. She could already
feel herself becoming moist in anticipation of feeling him deep inside
her. But she knew she had to stay in control and take it slowly, no
matter how badly she craved him. She had to show him she was the one in
charge and make him want it. Make him need it..... As Teresa's mind
started wandering in her real life dream world, Trey's started moving
his left hand massaging up her calf. He looked up into her eyes and
startled Teresa when he ungracefully dropped everything and stood up to
lean forward, obviously ready kiss her. Unfortunately, Trey's sudden
move surprised Teresa and she jerked her hand back for balance and
spilled the rest of her chardonnay across her chest and suit jacket.
Trey smiled and laughed and the accident, but was met with a glare from
Teresa, which immediately wiped the smile from his face. In an instant,
she realized how to respond. "Who gave you permission to move?!" She
barked, almost frightening Trey. "Look what you've done! Give me
something to clean this up with!"
Trey looked helplessly around for a towel or napkins, but before he
could make a move Teresa's mind was one step ahead and she commanded
"Give me your t-shirt." Again, stunned, Trey paused, but then quickly
began removing his starched white shirt to get at his t-shirt. A flurry
of thoughts ran through Teresa's mind. She couldn't believe he was about
to bare his chest before her, and at her command. Trey arched up and
pulled his t-shirt over his head and then went down to lean over and
start wiping the glistening skin on Teresa's chest. Teresa suddenly felt
like she was losing the upper hand in all the confusion, so she grabbed
the t-shirt with one hand and grabbed his nipple in the other, while in
one motion somehow painfully twisting it and pushing him away at the
same time. Teresa didn't know what in the recesses of her mind made her
do it. But it felt great. Trey stood there looking dumbfounded, and gave
her room as she stood up. Her senses felt magnified a thousand times, as
she was acutely aware of the tan skin, broad shoulders and muscled chest
in front of her. She desperately tried to ignore him and started wiping
off her chest with his t-shirt. As matter-of-factly as she could, Teresa
then proceeded to unbutton her jacket. As she took it off, she tried to
bring as much attention as possible to her luscious breasts which were
pushed up and together by a sheer, lacy, bright white bra. She wiped
long enough to compose her thoughts as to her next move and remembered
the words of Anna from earlier in the day. Teresa threw the t-shirt down
with resolve and returned her attention to Trey. "Who gave you
permission to move?" Not allowing time for a response, she continued,
"You've been a bad and disobedient boy. You apparently do not know how
to control yourself. It looks like I am going to have to teach you
control.....My control. Follow me. NOW!" With that, she turned around
quickly, before her face had a chance to reveal how excited she was; he
followed obediently and without a word to the bedroom.
Once in the room, Teresa took one more deep breath and then abruptly
turned around and ordered, "Take off your clothes. NOW!" Then to
herself, she thought, "Oh my god! He's going to do it!!!"
Trey seemed to think for a split second, as though there was a delay
from his ears to his brain to starting his body undressing. Teresa
wanted to rip off the rest of her own clothing and attack him as she saw
his body bend and twist as he quickly, and obediently, disrobed. He
stood there before her completely naked, with his penis at half-mast,
probably still unsure as to if he was allowed to be hard. Teresa admired
him over for a good minute. He clearly was telling the truth about
working out frequently at the gym. His body was strong and muscular, but
not to an extreme. His chest was well-formed and his stomach was flat.
His legs were shaped-like a body builder, with rounded thighs and hints
of muscles sticking out. She had never seen that before in real life and
desperately wanted to run her hands over them. As she stood there
watching him, his erection slowly began to gain strength and her stomach
tightened as it pointed up and pulsed slightly as he adjusted his
stance. It was too hard to resist. Remembering her plan, Teresa stepped
forward and grabbed hold of it, firmly squeezing and pulling it down and
forward. She looked into Trey's eyes and crisply said, "You have angered
me. You need to be controlled. And you need to be punished" clearly
stating every word. With that she pulled him by his hard member to the
bed and ordered "Lay face down." She didn't have to say "NOW!" anymore.
It was understood.
"Spread out your arms and legs."
Trey complied and looked toward the headboard. Teresa quickly pulled the
cuffs from the drawer and moved as fast as she could to his right ankle,
attaching it to the iron bed post and then to his left ankle. She moved
up to his left wrist where Trey could finally see the leather hand cuff
being locked onto him and then stretched to the iron bed post. While
Trey stared at what had just happened to his left wrist, Teresa silently
walked around to the other side of the bed and attached the final cuff.
She couldn't believe how he lengths seemed to have been sized exactly
for him. He has pulled just enough in all directions where he was unable
to move or bend his limbs without hurting another. Teresa looked down
between his spread legs and couldn't resist reaching down, grabbing and
pulling back his penis to where it was pointing downward. His cock
started hardening in that position, propping him even further and
forcing him to slightly lift his ass up in the air.
Teresa then directed, "I do not want you to look anywhere but at the
bars on the headboard and I don't want to hear one word or one sound
from you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am" came back the appropriate response.
With that, Teresa took a deep breath, took aim, closed her eyes and
brought her palm down in a hard slap across Trey's butt, stinging her
hand. Trey let out a loud yelp of surprise and pain. "I told you to be
quiet!" Teresa said as sternly as possible, and she took aim and let
down another stinging spank with her hand. The second slap was followed
by an equally loud yelp. Teresa's adrenaline was coursing throughout her
veins. She felt invigorated and wanted to grab the paddle, but she was
worried that Trey's yelps could be heard all the way down the to the
elevators. She had to gag him with something before she could continue.
For some reason, she remembered reading about using panties for just
such an occasion and she hurriedly grabbed a pair from her dresser.
Teresa pulled Trey's head back with a firm tug of his hair. "Open your
mouth" Teresa commanded. Trey complied and she immediately stuffed in a
pair of her silky panties.
"Now when I say be quiet, I mean be quiet. You must learn control. You
must learn that I am in control, and you must learn that you will be
punished if you do not please me when and how I want." Despite her
strong words, Teresa felt a bit shaky inside. She didn't know if she
could go through with it, so she stepped out to the living room to pull
herself back together. After about a minute of giving herself a pep
talk, she quietly reentered the bedroom and removed the paddle from the
drawer. She sensed that Trey could not tell that she was in the room.
She admired his arms and back, with muscles tensed from his stretched
position. She ran her eyes slowly down his tan back and buttocks
sticking up in the air, and then down to his beautiful legs and flexed
calves. He was just gorgeous, even better that she had imagined. She
couldn't figure out why she felt like she had never seen such a great
looking body on a man, and then she realized what the difference was.
Trey's tan was all over. The golden color of his back flowed seamlessly
into his taut buns and continued down to his chiseled legs. On top of
that, his smooth skin was clean- all over. His legs were smooth, which
further brought out their muscularity, and as she looked closer, she saw
that his balls were clean-, as well, with hair just visible above his
cock. She thought about it, and remembered that his chest was also
smooth. She wanted to run her hands and mouth all over him, but she
focused on the lesson at hand. Teresa finally announced her return. "I
have told you to remain silent, which you are doing quite well at the
moment. However, you still spilled my wine all over me and need to be
punished for your misdeeds. If you please me with accepting your
punishment properly, I will reward you with the opportunity to please
me. Do you understand?"
Trey nodded as best he could. Teresa then whispered, as much to herself
as to Trey, "Remember this day." She then took the paddle in hand
brought down gently across Trey's buttocks as she positioned herself for
the 'lesson'. Teresa then lifted the paddle and brought it down hard
across both of Trey's firm ass cheeks. Trey let out nothing more than a
muffled "Umph," as Teresa watched him tightened every muscle in his
body. This time, she kept her eyes open and with each stroke, she felt
herself get hotter and hotter. The feeling of this power went beyond her
wildest fantasies. Six.... seven....eight.... nine smacks. Trey was
taking it without a struggle. Holding his body steady, she thought, as
if to please his Master. She said, "You've done well. I am pleased." And
gave him one last swack of the paddle. Teresa then set aside the paddle
and sat down on the side of the bed, gently running her fingers over
Trey's red butt which will still propped up by his penis kickstand
position. She was drawn in an intriguing way to the red cheeks she had
just spanked. Teresa then reached down between Trey's legs and grabbed
both his balls and his still hard penis all together, feeling an
intoxicating mix of sexual pleasure and power. "You are indeed a good
boy. You will now be allowed the pleasure of pleasing me." She said with
a squeeze. Teresa then hopped off the bed and uncuffed the bedposts.
Trey lay still momentarily needing to stretch his limbs after his brave
enduring of the painful love inflicted upon him. Teresa then told him to
roll over and she reattached him to the bedposts, face up this time.
She pulled out the panties still in his mouth and immediately gave him a
full, long, passionate kiss which gave him tingles throughout his entire
body as her tongue spread his lips and explored his mouth. "Now you will
please me" she purred. She was now only wearing her stockings and her
bra and Trey's penis quickly became engorged as she took it in her hand.
Teresa let go of his cock and placed her knees on either side of his
chest. She knew how she wanted to be pleased and began to slide the lips
of her wet pussy forward towards his waiting mouth. She climbed over his
arms and placed her knees on either side of his head. She then slowly
lowered herself down on his mouth and nose. Teresa was already excited
from the spanking she had just given and from the anticipation of the
pleasure she was about to receive. She gently started sliding her wet
pussy up and down Trey's face and he licked as earnestly. Trey struggled
against his bonds, which further encouraged Teresa's quiet moans of
pleasure. He expertly licked up and down the length of her lips,
reaching all the way down to her ass, probing into her vagina and trying
to suck on her clit. As her pleasure intensified, Teresa felt the nerves
in her body light on fire. She arched back, almost smothering Trey, but
he licked and sucked like he never had before in his life. Teresa
reached back behind her and grabbed the rock hard penis which was
reaching up to her. As she felt Trey's tongue hitting just the right
spot, she moaned out loud and squeezed his penis. Her body started to
shake as her pleasure mounted and her moans became cries of joy. As she
climaxed with an intensity she had never before experienced, Teresa
could feel her juices went flowing onto Trey's face and down his chin.
She squeezed Trey's penis with a vise-like grip and she screamed out in
ecstasy. Teresa finally let go of his dick and leaned forward putting
all her weight back on Trey's face as she nearly collapsed from the
sensational pleasure he had given her. This was indeed her fantasy, and
it was everything she had hoped.
Trey's tongue could still reach the lips of Teresa's soaking wet pussy
and, though barely able to breathe, he continued to lick gently inside
her twat. Teresa's body involuntarily quivered with small, pleasurable
aftershocks as she enjoyed the feel of Trey's massaging tongue. Teresa
was thinking to herself "this really is a dream. It has to be a dream."
Teresa struggled to lift herself off of Trey's face and out from the
tangle of legs and arms. She stood at the side of the bed admiring the
taut body she so much desired laying on her bed and silently traced the
contours of Trey's body with her fingernails. Trey was gazing up at her
with a feeling and look of adoration and desire; proud of the orgasm he
had just given her and anticipating satisfaction himself. "You've been a
VERY good boy" she sexily complimented. "You deserve a treat."
However, rather than mounting him or putting her mouth over Trey's still
hard penis, Teresa got up off the bed and walked out to the living room.
Trey tilted his head up enough to see the beauty of her form walking
away from him, but couldn't understand her abrupt departure.
Momentarily, Teresa returned with a grin on her face and another bottle
of wine in her arms. She chimed, "You must be thirsty after all of your
hard work." Trey nodded agreement. "Let me give you a little something
to quench your thirst" she practically giggled as she plopped down on
the side of the bed.
Instead of unlocking Trey from the bed, Teresa propped up a pillow under
Trey's head and tilted it up awkwardly. She then took the open bottle
and placed the opening a few inches over his mouth. "Open wide!" she
again giggled as she began pouring generously into Trey's open mouth.
Most of it did make it into his throat, but plenty spilled over his chin
and down his neck. "Uh oh" she playfully squeaked. And with that she set
aside the bottle and leaned over, sensually licking up the wine around
his mouth and down his neck. She wanted to taste all of him and she
could tell it drove Trey wild. He started squirming, but to no avail, as
the leather cuffs still kept him stretched and taut. His squirming
encouraged Teresa even more and she continued her tongue assault on his
neck and ears and mouth. Deftly combining the licking with kisses and
sucking and intermittent nibbles. She paused only long enough to pour
another gulp of wine into his mouth and then continued back down his
neck and to his nipples. The sucking and biting were driving Trey wild
and his hard-on was raging.
Again, she stopped and poured another even larger gulp into Trey's mouth
which he had difficulty swallowing before she pounced on his neck again.
This time, she continued her tongue's trek past his chest, down to his
belly button, coming teasingly close to his penis which was stretching
just inches away from her mouth. But again, she stopped and went back to
the bottle for another pour. This time she let him know the rules. "You
are going to have to finish the entire bottle before you get any
bonuses. Now drink up." She paused the pouring just long enough for Trey
to swallow and then immediately poured another. The bottle was almost
empty now, and her mouth started heading directly for the purple head of
his penis. She stopped just short and licked her lips where Trey could
see them glisten, and then warmly breathed down the length of his shaft,
stopping to deliver a second warm breath over his balls. She let only
her cascading hair touch his dick. But she purposely still did not touch
his manhood. She instead gave a warm wet lick down his inner thigh,
starting just below his balls and ending just above his knee. Teresa
went back towards his crotch but again stopped short and gave that same
wet lick down the other leg and continued this several more rounds. She
finally looked back up at Trey with a mischievous grin, teasing and
torturing him. But Teresa slid back up to the bottle and said with a
smile, "Remember, you need to finish this."
It was almost empty and she poured in a little half gulp into his mouth,
which he swallowed, and then she emptied the rest of the bottle into his
mouth. Trey closed his eyes as he tried to swallow, and Teresa
immediately dove down and wrapped her mouth around the head of his dick
and started sliding inch by glorious inch down his shaft. Teresa felt
his body tense as she expertly slid up and down his shaft, with her
tongue licking circles around the top and her delicate hand following up
and down under the movement of her mouth. He tasted perfect. After being
hard for so long, and with her skillful blowjob, Teresa could tell that
within seconds Trey was ready to send his hot gism shooting out.
Teresa sensed perfectly when to stop and she stacked both hands like
gripping a baseball bat, wrapped them around his pulsating penis and
squeezed firmly without pumping. She knew that a firm squeeze somehow
had an effect of calming an eruption and she held tight until he
regained control. Without moving her hands, she gently, slowly licked
the tip of his penis still exposed above her hands. She shifted her eyes
up to meet Trey's and cooed "I've been dreaming about this for a long,
long time." She knew she had him excited and wanting her badly, and with
that she smiled and got up out of the bed and bounded off back out of
the bedroom.
Teresa also wanted him badly, but she was determined to control desires
as she was showing Trey who was in control. She wondered how long it
would take the wine to penetrate his system and further make him weaker
and less in control. But she couldn't resist for long and after about
ten minutes, she came back in and stood at the foot of the bed. "How are
we feeling?" she asked with a grin.
"Excellent" replied Trey with a slightly detectable slur.
"How is your head feeling?"
"Actually, a little light-headed from..... well, depends on which head
are you asking about," he quipped.
Teresa smiled broadly. Trey had a great sense of humor. She reached her
hands behind her back to unclasp the bra she was still wearing. She
paused slightly, for effect, then pulled off the bra, revealing her
perfectly shaped creamy white breasts for the first time. Teresa
delighted in seeing the approving and eager expression on Trey's face,
and started climbing up the bed over him until she was again sitting on
his chest. "Do you see anything you like?" she asked teasingly.
Trey quickly nodded three times and Teresa leaned over placing her right
nipple above his mouth and said, "Well then show me how much you like
what you see." Trey craned his neck forward and wrapped his lips around
Teresa's already hard nipple, swirling his tongue firmly around it,
making it grow even harder. Teresa moaned with delightful pleasure and
began switching her breasts from side to side, giving Trey's mouth
double duty. As Teresa leaned her upper body toward Trey's busy mouth,
she slid down lower on Trey's body until her warm, wet pussy was
squarely on top of Trey's hardened penis. She felt like ever nerve
ending of her body was connected in one big piece and she felt the hot
tongue deftly sliding around her breasts. She continued the game for as
long as she could stand it, but her body wanted more. Teresa finally sat
up and sexily said "Now I'm ready for what I've been thinking about for
almost a year..." Then she said in a more firm tone of voice, "But the
rules are that only I am allowed to cum. You only come when I give
permission. Is that understood?"
Trey nodded his consent. Teresa lifted herself up high on her knees and
slowly directed the tip of Trey's penis to the mouth of her waiting
pussy, just putting in the head. She paused, heightening the
anticipation, and then slowly lowered herself down the length in one
long, steady movement. Teresa involuntarily let out a deep, purring
moan, as the long and hard shaft of his penis slid tightly into the
wetness of her pussy, sending shivers racing up and down her body. Never
in her life had she so perfectly felt a man's penis fitting inside her
as did Trey's. She slowly started lifting herself up and down. Trey
raised his hips up to meet her on every stroke and he began to let out
muffled groans of ecstasy to sing in harmony with her's. With their
bodies pumping together in unison, Teresa's pleasure quickly mounted.
The tight wetness of her pussy squeezing up and down his penis was
bringing her quickly to the edge, and seeing his beautiful body and
listening to his sounds of rapture was the hottest, sexiest combination
she had ever experienced. As her pussy pumped up and down, Teresa began
to start sensing the pulsing of Trey's cock getting ready to fire off
his forbidden launch. Sensing what stage Trey was in, Teresa settled
down fully on him, taking in his entire length, holding him down with
her body weight. She breathed deeply, enjoying the feel of him filling
and expanding the area inside her. She gazed into Trey's face and smiled
knowingly. Knowing what she was doing to him, and knowing how fantastic
he made her feel. Then slowly, she began rocking her hips forward and
back, pushing her clit down on him firmly, never loosing contact with
Trey's body.
Teresa could tell that Trey regained control of his impending orgasm and
he settled into a groove with Teresa's rocking motion. He knowingly kept
his hips up and abs tight as she rubbed herself against him and Teresa
felt herself becoming more and more stimulated. Her pace ever so
slightly began to quicken and the pressure she pushed down with become
stronger. The heat inside of her gave Teresa a sensation of pure ecstasy
and her moans became stronger with each passing minute. Trey's rise
toward orgasm had found a plateau and he had found his second wind.
Teresa's movement was now at a rapid pace, and the dripping walls of her
pussy tightened around Trey's cock, pulsating a thousand times per
second. Her head arched back and she screamed out and her body began
convulsing from the overwhelming force of the orgasm taking over her
body. Teresa felt her pussy convulsing and pulsating in ways it never
had before and she fell forward on Trey's body and quivered one more
time. Exhausted, she gathered her breath and pushed herself up, looking
down at Trey's face, feeling his hips continuing to push up into her as
his cock was ready to burst. Teresa knew that it felt as though just one
more stroke would bring forth Trey's fireworks, so found the energy to
pulled herself off his pulsating cock. "Not yet, sweetheart. Not yet."
She gasped. Then she fell on the bed beside him, with a leg and arm
draped over his body, feeling completely exhausted, completely satisfied
and completely in a dream.
Teresa cuddled in next to him and fell into a state of part-sleep,
part-awake and part-exhaustion. She felt her body move as the breathing
inside his chest gently lifted their bodies up and down. Trey's cock
lost some of its hardness, but still lay on top of him at about
three-quarters of its full size. Teresa thought humorously that it was
probably because of being full of cum. They both laid there basking in
the glow of the feeling, drifting into that half-sleep, half-conscious
world.
After an indeterminate period, Teresa finally recomposed herself and
looked at Trey sleeping beside her, still bound to the bed. He had
indeed been a very good boy. She carefully moved down between his legs
and gently, delicately scratched her fingernails across his balls,
awakening Trey from his light sleep. He craned his head forward to see
her looking up at him from below his balls and cock. With that, Trey's
cock quickly began to regain its full form. At that, Teresa seemed to
awaken from her trance and moved her hand up to the shaft. The look on
her face also transitioned back to her expression which Trey had now
figured out was her "I'm-confident-and-in-control" look. As she grabbed
a full grip around his cock, she asked teasingly "who gave you
permission to sleep?"
Trey thought to himself, 'this is ridiculous, how can I be in trouble
again?', but answered "No one," then added quickly, "Ma'am."
Teresa smirked and pulled herself closer to the hard cock in her hands.
"You know, you really should be punished for sleeping without
permission." She followed by squeezing his cock even harder and
stretching in down and forward. Teresa then deliberately wrapped her
mouth around his cock and started sliding up and down, making it
extremely wet and extremely hard. Trey leaned his head back and closed
his eyes. She could tell that his penis was super sensitive from all the
activity and near cumming, and that he wouldn't be able to take much
more of this. Trey was already moaning from the feeling being caused by
Teresa's mouth. She kept his dick pulled down uncomfortably forward
throughout and she felt the pressure was building up inside him. Teresa
wanted him inside her again and she stopped her using her mouth and
started climbing up on him. But instead of facing him, Teresa spun
around and gave Trey a view of her luscious ass and beautifully shaped
back. Keeping his cock bent forward, she took him in and started pumping
up and down.
The position of Trey's made the fit feel even tighter inside and made
Teresa's pleasure mount quickly. Teresa was in total control and kept a
steady pace, a pace which she could tell was quickly beginning to bring
Trey to the point of cumming. Teresa felt like he deserved his reward
and kept up her pace as Trey's moans grew louder and louder. Teresa
could feel his body begin shaking and pumping beneath her and it in turn
made her moans also grow as her pussy become hotter and hotter. Then
suddenly, from one stroke to the next, and orgasm pulsed in a tidal wave
from deep inside her and Teresa cried out as she came again, and pushing
down forcefully on Trey's cock sending a shockwave of pain through his
body along with the vibrations of pleasure from her orgasm. Trey's loud
moans met Teresa's cries and jolted her back to reality. She wanted to
see him cum. She wanted to feel the heat of it oozing over her hands and
spread over his tan body. So before he shot off inside her, Teresa
roughly jumped off Trey's cock, turned and grabbed it tightly, and then
with a feeling like a woman possessed, started pumping furiously, and
growled her order "Cum for me! Cum for me! CUM FOR ME NOW!!!"
Trey cried out as he felt the pulse of his orgasm push hard from within
his cock. Teresa felt it surge but held her grip tight. The cum could
not escape from the death-grip Teresa was pumping with, but then, as the
second, heart-stopping pulse pushed from Trey's cock. The eruption of a
wall of white-hot lava came shooting out of the head of his engorged
cock, sending a thick stream upwards towards his chest and neck. Globs
of cum followed, pulse after pulse. Teresa's eyes opened wide as she
gasped in surprise as cum continued to shoot out over Trey's chest and
stomach, and then started spurting from side to side as she pumped and
shook Trey's aching cock.
Teresa finally stopped pumping and held the cock in her open palm,
watching in wonder as it kept pulsing, with the final oozing of cum
continuing to drip from the tip. Trey's chest was heaving and his arms
strained his cuffs. The hot gism covering his body looked like hot wax
from a candle was poured over him, but would not solidify. With his
chest still heaving, Teresa looked up at him with an expression of
genuine love and caring, having just shared the first in a lifetime
experience with Trey. She began crawling up to meet Trey's face with her
own, and purposely slid her breasts up over his still hard cock, sliding
up his stomach and chest, spreading the cum between their bodies in a
warm, slippery coat. She began licking at his neck, licking up the cum
which had settled down in the little pocket where his throat met his
chest. Her tongue followed up his throat until it met his mouth and
probed deeply and passionately inside his mouth. Teresa then pulled her
head aside and rested the full weight of her body on Trey's. She reached
over to the side of the bed where she had placed the keys to the cuffs
and undid his left and then his right wrist from the shackles. At first,
Trey could not easily bend down his arms, but slowly lowered them and
wrapped them around Teresa's warm body, pulling her ever closer.
Teresa had lost all track of time. The room was darkening quickly, but
the glow from inside her was bright. She was holding a man who could
truly fulfill her. A man who could truly fulfill her needs and stretch
himself to his limits to please her. As Trey held her in his muscles,
Teresa silently fell asleep. She drifted off into the first truly
heavenly sleep of her life.
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