Tied Up
Keywords: Tied, Up,
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"This was inspired by your love of rubber, our thoughts of dressing me up and a certain little fantasy of yours that you keep whispering in my ear and always makes me cum!! The attire, incidentally, was mainly leeched from Skin Two!"
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You'd told me to dress in the clothes that you'd lain on the bed. Everything apart from the stockings and shoes was made from a soft black rubber. I had never worn this before. It clung to me, forming itself over every curve. A tight plunge bra that pushed up my small breasts. A thong that hugged and covered me at the front and rose in a thin line between the cheeks of my ass. The suspender belt hugged me softly at waist and thighs holding black stockings tight against smooth, long legs. The dress was black and short; well above the knee. The upper part would cling to my body, tight against my chest. The skirt was more voluminous...I wondered why.
My hair was long with a lot of body. A wig you had bought recently. I had taken time with make-up. I needed to look my best.
You came in. The rubber dress hugged your figure. It buttoned down the front, its length blending into the blackness of your thigh-high, high heeled boots.
I knelt before you. You pulled my head towards you, enveloping my senses with the smell of the rubber.
You unbuttoned the lower part of the dress, slowly. I waited, smelling your sex and longing for it. The tight rubber panties bit into my crotch as my cock strained against them. I ached for you. You pulled aside the sides of the dress, laying them against my shoulders and pulling my face into your wetness.
I dared to lick you and heard you gasp, "Yes, eat me." I tasted your juices, sliding my tongue hard against your wet lips and hard clit. I heard you cum. A quick orgasm that I knew you must have been desperate for. I knew you would want more from me and could only anticipate staying on my knees before my Mistress.
But you stepped back. I felt cheated but knew better than to raise my eyes and ask for more. I saw your boots move to one side and you sat in an armchair. Comfortable, as though to watch a show.
A shadow fell across me and I felt a hand roughly pulling my head forward. My lips slid instantly over a hard cock as it pushed deep into my mouth. However surprised I was I knew that this had been a thought that had crossed your mind many times. Time and again you had made me cum as you described how you wanted to see me fucked. I remembered how you had told me that watching a transvestite suck a guy's cock and having her cock sucked by him had turned you on. You knew how much I became excited by your thoughts, the detail, and by what it did to you. I also knew that you would have to give me no choice - that you would have to force this on me just as you were doing now.
As soon as the cock was in my mouth I abandoned myself to its hard warmth. Stretching my mouth around it and licking its warm flesh as it slid slowly back and forth against my lips, my tongue and touching the back of my throat. I was in three places at once; sucking like a slut on this manhood. Watching you as you played with your pussy, watching the movements of your sub, your legs wide apart over the arms of the chair. And, in my mind, I was picturing myself; this strange creature, endowed as a man, looking and acting like a woman yet feeling the urges of a man and the softness of the lady.
I reached up, my hand slipping around the heavy balls as I fondled them, caressing them with soft fingers and sharp nails. My other hand reached down, rubbing my clit/cock through the rubber panties. The tightness of the material added to my frustration but also to the excitement. I pushed my hand harder against myself, elated that you were so turned on just by watching me. I was so glad that you had brought us here. So glad that you had allowed the possibility to dissipate the worry. You had needed this; wanted it for so long and I was desperate to make your dream come true.
With my eyes closed I abandoned myself to the taste of his precum as I slid my tongue under the hard head of his cock. It felt so different from the dildos that you had forced me to suck before. I ran my tongue and lips along his length, knowing what would feel good to him. I sucked a little harder each time; licked a little more firmly as I explored every inch of him, drawing him closer to orgasm.
I felt you behind me; your bare pussy pressing against the back of my head as you leaned down and slipped your hands inside my dress. They squeezed between the tight rubber bra that you had told me to wear and my bare flesh. My nipples ached and your gloved fingers began to tease them - increasing the ache in them and in my clit/cock. I moaned, my mouth full and tight around his manhood. You whispered in my ear, giving instructions as to how I should suck him. Teaching me to be the slut that you needed to see. Your fingers caressed my nipples, squeezed them, pulled on them, your gloved hands divine inspiration as they cupped and fondled my so-feminine breasts.
Your pussy pressed harder against me, rubbing against me. I could feel your wetness and knew how turned on you were, watching as your feminised slave tried to fulfil your dreams. You watched my red lips sliding up and down his shaft, seeing the man who had become a slave and then a slut. Seeing the power with which you controlled his every thought. Seeing how you had made an object of beauty and lust from your very dreams.
I heard you telling me to make him cum. Heard as you instructed him not to withdraw until he had cum inside me. I heard you telling me how beautiful it was to watch me. How good your slut was. How she was doing such wonderful things for her Mistress. I needed you to be pleased with me...I needed to take him, make him cum inside the slut and whore that you had drawn out of me. I only had one thing in mind; to make him cum and to swallow every drop of manhood, to show you what I would do for you and make you pleased with me.
I ached to cum but knew I must not. But your fingers on my body, as you knew, were driving me wild. You knew me so well; knew how to tease me and build the wonderful frustration within me. You also knew how the frustration allowed me to feel so wild, abandoned; that I would do anything for you when you did that to me, A wonderful control that I could never deny or ignore. There was never right or wrong, no good or bad, just the utmost need to deliver anything that you required of me. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that I was being selfish; paying you little attention. I slipped my hand from my panties and moved it backwards to encircle your booted leg. Almost instantly you slapped it away; one hand taken from my breast and pushing mine back inside my dress. I understood then, understood how you wanted to see and feed my excitement. I could do no more for you for the tableau that filled your vision was better than any movie or any brief touch that I could currently give.
I let out a tortured moan for your hands had now both been taken from inside my bra. I wanted to feel you rubber-clad fingers there; the soft rubber a wonderful but rarely-felt sensation. But rather than leaving my breasts altogether your hands moulded themselves around the tight bra cups that covered my tits. They squeezed and caressed - my Mistress urging her slut to fill her hands with her feminine breasts. I pushed my chest forward, wanting you to squeeze, to caress, to demand too much and to hurt me. In my mind I was aching for pain and punishment for my blatant wanton-ness but also desperate for your soft touches and caresses. My hard nipples pushed into your hands but met only the soft rubber. The rubber seemed to caress them, entice them, seemed to take their shape and engulf them in its softness. I knew that you had known this and that you had moulded the bra cups around my tits so that I could feel it in the way that you did.
I heard moaning, loud and abandoned - a desperate sound that begged for fulfilment. It was me; a wanton slut with a hard and aching clit, aching nipples and a wet, open, unfilled pussy.
Whether my sounds had spurred him on, or my sucking, your orders...I didn't know. His cock seemed to harden even more, filling and stretching my mouth and pushing harder as though he were trying to force himself down my throat. I remembered what you had said and tried to relax my throat, allowing him to push as far as he could, giving his cock the wet, tight warmth that it needed.
He came; his cock throbbed and pulsed, his thick cum filling my mouth and throat. I heard him moan and heard you telling me to take it, to swallow it, to show you what a good girl I could be and how good my virgin mouth could be for him. I didn't count how many times his cock jerked and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat, its salty wetness filling every space left in my mouth. Even if I had wanted to I had no choice. There was nowhere else for it to go. I swallowed, feeling it ooze down my throat and into my stomach. Even if I had wanted to...but I didn't want to; I licked and sucked, desperate for the taste and feel of the sticky fluid. Desperate to show you how I could suck cock for you. You stroked my breasts and kissed my hair, telling me how good I had been...telling me how good it was for you too.
He withdrew from my mouth and I knelt there, my head bowed as my tongue traced slowly over my lips, savouring the last of his cum. You moved around in front of me, kissing me, sharing his taste. I pressed closer to you, needing your warmth, touch and love. Lover to lover. Woman to woman. Slave to Mistress. Man to woman. You held me yet never stopped touching me, caressing me, telling me how excited you felt, telling me how wet your pussy was. Your body pressed against mine and I felt like a baby, like a little girl, taking instruction, needing to be shown, needing guidance and needing to please.
Slowly you slide your hands up my body, taking the dress with it.
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Keywords: Tied, Up,