Brandenburg Fantasy No 3 One Sunday night, I got a call around eight. It was hamlet, a guy I had dominated about a year before, who lived on my block. Anyway, he said that his girlfriend Sue, whom I also knew, was gone for the week at a conference, and would I like to come have some fun? I said sure and hung up in his face. As I got ready to go over, I started getting some wicked ideas. Who was he, anyhow, to snatch some treats, while his sweetheart, who was _my_ friend in the first place, wasn't looking? I wondered to myself if he knew what he was getting into.
I got together my bag of tricks. It's a small bag: I don't need much. I just had those things that he was getting into, mostly because I was going to be the one putting him into them. It wasn't far to their house, so I just walked. I made sure to lock up my pad pretty securely, since I didn't intend to come back for the week. I didn't have the whole time planned out or anything, but I knew I was actually going to have a lot of fun, and probably at his expense.
When I got over there, he was really timid. He even asked to take my leather jacket, the bastard. He never did anything like that for Sue. So I decided to be very cold and nonchalant about the whole thing, which I knew he didn't like. He really likes it hot, which I do too, but I figured that we had all week, why rush it? I asked him if he had had dinner yet.
``Yes,'' he said politely. ``I just ate.''
``Well,'' I told him, ``I'm pretty hungry. Do you think you could get me a little something?'' I was playing it real cool. I get a lot of practice at that. While he was getting me a sandwich (which was OK, I wasn't _that_ hungry), I got comfortable, which is to say, naked. Needless to say, that got him going. I wasn't going to let him get anywhere yet, though. When he brought me my sandwich, I turned over onto my tummy and spread my legs a bit, and told him to lick my ass. Then I just started eating my sandwich.
He wasn't sure what to do for a while, so I had to tell him again. ``I told you to kiss my ass, and I want to feel your tongue in my crack. I haven't decided what I'm going to do to you for making me ask twice.'' As a matter of fact, I knew exactly what I was going to do to him. I was going to do it to him anyway, but now he'd given me an excuse. He was pretty good, though. I had him lick me the entire time while I ate, and then a little bit after, too.
After a few minutes of some proper asslicking, I reached back and patted his head, very condescendingly. ``Well, I guess we have to get started,'' I said, pretending to be bored with him. I'm sure he was ready. ``We're going to go to the bedroom now,'' I told him, ``and I want you to keep your tongue in my ass at all times, you got that?'' He grunted, which I assumed meant yes. ``All right, here we go.'' I got up and started walking slowly to their bedroom, with him crawling on all fours behind me, his tongue stuck to my behind. Every now and then I'd speed up a bit and then stop, and watch him plow even deeper into me. It was really quite a pathetic sight.
When we were in the middle of the hallway, I stopped and backed up. He was totally surprised and couldn't react in time, so I toppled him over and ended up sitting on his face. Then I slid down his body so he couldn't keep licking me. ``I didn't tell you you could stop,'' I scolded him. ``What's the matter with you anyway? Now come on!'' I yanked him up by his hair and shoved his head back between my ass cheeks.
When we got to the bedroom, I had to stifle a little gasp myself. They had just gotten a new canopy bed. It was absolutely beautiful! I just knew I had to sleep in that bed. But I maintained my composure. I led him to the front of the bed. ``OK, you can stop now.'' I went to what looked like a hamper and pulled out a pair of Sue's dirty underwear. At least, I assumed it was hers. ``Strip,'' I commanded. He took off his clothes in a flash and threw them in a heap on the floor. He stood quietly, facing the bed. I paraded the panties in front of his face. ``Want to put these on for me?'' I asked, teasingly.
``If you want me to, I will,'' he said, lowering his eyes. What a liar. I knew he was crazy to put them on.
``That's all right, I'll wear them instead,'' I said, putting them on. I stepped behind him, reached around and found his erect cock with my fingers. I stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the neck. ``You know,'' I purred in his ear, ``I don't remember giving you permission to get hard.'' He just moaned and leaned his head back. ``Now kneel,'' I hissed at him. I helped him down by pushing on his shoulders.
``Now stay right there, and don't you move a muscle,'' I ordered him. ``I'll be back in a bit. If you stay still, I promise I'll let you come. If you've even moved an inch when I come back, you can just forget about any release for that thing of yours tonight. And I don't want to hear a peep out of you either.'' I turned to leave the room. When I got to the door, I added, ``Oh, if there's a fire I guess you can call out. Then I can come in and watch you _burn_.''
I went out to the living room to watch some TV. The local station was showing _Rear Window_, which I love, and I got a little caught up in it. Then _Treasure of the Sierra Madre_ came on, and I started watching that, too. It wasn't until they got to ``Badges? We don't need no steenkin' badges,'' that I thought to look up at the clock. It was almost one. I laughed silently to myself, and turned off the TV--I'd already seen that movie about 18 times--and went back to the bedroom.
He was still kneeling there, the fool, and his cock was still hard, and it was dripping precome like crazy. ``What a good boy. Didn't move at all. Well, I'm pretty tired, I think I'll turn in. Oh, did I say I would let you come? I guess I _lied_, didn't I?'' I made a big deal about yawning in his face. ``Do you need to go to the bathroom?'' I asked him, on my way there myself. He didn't say a word. ``It's OK, you can speak.'' He just nodded and walked over to where I was. He stood in front of the toilet and looked at me dumbly. I just folded my arms and looked back. ``OK, go ahead.''
He tried, but he was so hard he couldn't get started. I decided to do something mean. ``I'll give you one minute.'' Then I started whispering in his ear. ``60 . . . 59 . . . 58 . . . 57 . . .' He was struggling to get soft enough to go, but my sexy whispering was making it difficult. When I got to 30, I started licking in his ear between counts. That drove him wild! By the time I got to 15, we both knew he wasn't going to make it, so he began stroking himself. I was having none of that; I slapped his hand away, hard. ``Three . . . two . . . one . . . Too bad,'' I said, laughing and pulling him away from the toilet. ``I guess you don't get to pee tonight. Now it's my turn.'' I had him kneel in front of the toilet. I was about to squat over the seat, then I asked him, ``Do you want to be my toilet?''
``Yes,'' he answered meekly.
``I want to hear you say it,'' I coaxed him.
``Yes, please, I want to be your toilet.''
``That's a good boy,'' I said, patting his head again. ``For now, you can watch and learn.'' I sat down on the seat and let loose a nice stream of piss. ``See how it catches every drop without spilling? I'm sure you'll do that and more for me, too.'' When I was finished, I wiped myself off and wiped his face with the toilet paper. ``Now give me a ride back to your place.'' I meant the foot of the bed. He got on all fours and let me on his back. I didn't have any spurs on, but I gave him a nice kick start just the same.
``This is where you'll be sleeping tonight,'' I told him. ``I'll be sleeping on the nice comfy bed.'' I got two pairs of handcuffs out of my bag, and secured him face up, his wrists cuffed to the opposite legs of the bed. It's a king size bed and it stretched him out but good. Then I turned out the lights and got into bed wearing nothing but Sue's dirty underwear. Just to drive him crazy, I started playing with myself. ``You'd like to watch, wouldn't you?'' I teased him. ``I'm getting off in your girlfriend's underwear. Well, if you want to watch, come on up and watch!'' I knew very well he couldn't. I was really making the bed creak, bouncing my ass up and down in time with my fingers. He moaned so much out of frustration that I finally had to tell him to shut up. I continued playing with myself until I lost count of my orgasms, and contented myself with falling asleep under that magnificent silk canopy, while hamlet had to lie on the floor and try to get some sleep with a cock that refused to get soft. It would be a long night for him, I knew.
Later that night, I woke up. It was about five. I looked down at hamlet--he had finally fallen asleep. His cock was still big, but at least now it was soft enough to fit into the cock restraint. I had measured him for one, without his knowing, the last time I topped him. Being careful not to wake him up, I slipped the restraint on like a pair of diapers, then turned the key. He was mine now, to do with as I pleased. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized that he would be totally dependent on my mercy for his next orgasm!
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On Sunday, his girlfriend Sue was coming back. He was getting frantic, pleading with me to take the restraint off before Sue got home. I flatly refused, of course. ``What's the matter?'' I teased him. ``Are you afraid she'll find out you're a pervert? Maybe you'll get lucky. Maybe she'll like it, and want to keep you locked up for the rest of your life. Does that turn you on? It turns me on to think about you, completely helpless, never to come again. Come on,'' I said breathily, ``feel how wet it makes me.'' I grabbed his hand and stuck it between my legs and got it all wet and sticky. Then I stuck it in my mouth and licked it all off, giving his middle finger a nice, hard blow job.
I spent the rest of the afternoon stringing him along like that. By the time I checked the clock, it was six in the evening, and I realized that we hadn't eaten a bite. I guess we just weren't hungry--for food, anyway. When it got dark outside, he started getting desperate. He begged and begged, rolling around on the floor at my feet, while I just looked down at him, all cruel and heartless. What fun!
Finally, I decided to let him off the hook. ``Take my nylons off,'' I commanded. As he reached up, I added, ``With your tongue _only_.'' It took him a long time, but I got a nice tongue bath out of it, and I'm sure he enjoyed it all in all. After he was finished, I put my feet in his face. I didn't have to say a word. He licked my toes, sticking his tongue in between them. It felt great on my feet, slick and hot, and I got juicy. I started tossing off right there. I sort of wanted it to last, but I knew we didn't have a lot of time and I wanted to get as many orgasms out of him as I could, so I made this one a quickie. Within a couple of minutes, I was coming and jamming my feet almost all the way into his mouth. I just lay there for a few minutes before I decided to finish him off. Or not, I thought wickedly.
I rode him into the bedroom, using my damp stockings for the reins, and made him lie down on the canopy bed. I fondled his cock restraint, until he got hard again. ``Do you want me to take this off? Do you want to get your rocks off?'' He nodded. I crawled on top of him and we started kissing like crazy. He tried to slip his tongue into me, but I just pushed it back with my tongue. I got up and looked over at the handcuffs on the nightstand. He whimpered, but I just nodded and laughed as I picked them up. They make such a delightful tinkling sound.
First I cuffed his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. I only had one pair left, so I took his wrists and cuffed them together behind the headboard. I unlocked his restraint and slipped it off, and his hard cock popped up. He sighed in relief. I couldn't just leave him completely naked like that, though, so I took one of my nylons and tied it tight around his cock and balls. ``Don't you look sweet,'' I said. The stocking made his cock so hard. I patted it and it bounced a bit. ``I'll take care of you,'' I said, crossing my fingers behind my back.
I straddled his face and started playing with myself. He lifted his head, but I took my free hand and pushed his forehead back down. ``No, you can't have any,'' I scolded him. ``Just watch.'' And I made him watch while I came twice. I could tell he was getting so jealous! The pressure of not being able to come for an entire week was getting to him. After my second orgasm, I took my wet fingers and smeared them all over his face. He just moaned. He was so turned on he couldn't speak. ``What's the matter? Did you want to join in?'' He just moaned again in reply. I took off my panties to expose my steaming cunt, and I turned around so I was facing his erection, and squatted over his face. He stuck out his tongue, trying to reach my thatch.
``You want to taste my pussy?'' I asked him, keeping my hips just out of reach. He was really stretching his tongue now, obscenely. I tried to drip on his face, but I wasn't quite wet enough. ``Too bad,'' I teased. ``You can practice on these,'' I told him, and I stuffed my panties into his open mouth. They wouldn't fit all the way, so I took my other nylon and tied it around his head, over his mouth.
``You can just . . . sniff my asshole, while I touch myself,'' I said, and started to finger my clit, moving it around in circles, to get myself going, so I was really close. He was pulling hard on the handcuffs and making an absolute racket, but I was pretty certain he wouldn't be able to get loose. After I was close enough, I sat down on his face and ground my crotch against the stocking, so that his nose was going right into my ass. I leaned down so that my face was right in front of his hard cock.
``Oh god, your cock is so hard,'' I was saying between pants, ``and it really wants to come, I can tell, it's bobbing back and forth, trying to jump into my mouth. You'd like me to lick it, wouldn't you? It would feel so good if I just took my tongue and ran it up the ridge. Come on, can't you stretch a little further? It's so close, it's right at my lips, I can almost taste it.'' I let a string of drool creep out of the corner of my lips onto his skin. He quivered, and I laughed a little.
``If you get your cock between my lips, I'll lick it real good, I promise. You'll come harder than you've ever come, OK?'' I was getting close to coming, and my breath was coming out in hot pants right on the tip of his cock, where a bead of precome was squeezing out.
He strained underneath me, but it was no use. He just couldn't get his cock up far enough. ``It's just too small,'' I teased. ``If you had a real cock, it would be down my throat, I swear.'' I kept up the pressure on his face, sticking his nose even deeper into my ass. The scratchy nylon was getting slick with my juices. So was his chin.
``Come on, just jam it right here,'' I taunted him. He bucked hard, trying one last time, but I moved my wet lips out of the way. I guess that wasn't quite fair, but by that time I was so close to coming, I didn't give a damn about being fair. I just wanted to come, come, come, and that last thrust gave me the boost I needed. I tensed up, shoving my cunt right up against his nose and spasmed hard. It must have been nearly a minute after I came before I realized that I was cutting off his breathing. I laughed at him and crawled off. ``Your face is a great lay,'' I told him, sighing.
I snuggled up to him, rubbing my still-wet pussy against his side, and sliding a leg lazily onto his chest. ``That felt so good,'' I cooed. ``If only you could have got your cock . . . right . . . here,'' I whispered into his ear, licking it, ``you would have gotten to come too. But you didn't, so you don't get to come. I get to come as many times as I want, and you . . . you get to come as many times as I want. And I don't want you to, yet.'' I reached down to give his balls a little squeeze. He cringed and moaned in frustration. He wept a little, and I went to lick at his tears. It was great!
I took pity on him, though, with his pleading eyes and all, so I slid back down and started licking his thighs as I made my way down one leg, circling around his knee, then crossing over to the other leg and making my way back up. He tensed as I approached his cock, but I just went around and around, until I don't think there was a thing I hadn't licked except his poor aching penis. ``_Pauvre petit chou-chou_,'' I mocked him. Then I blew on his cock, and he just about went crazy.
``You want me to lick it?'' I asked him. He nodded.
``Too bad!'' I whispered. ``Suffer!''
I teased him cruelly again, just barely brushing my silky lips against the tip, then backing away just as he thrust upward. Finally, I took his cock in my mouth, and swallowed the whole thing.
He moaned so loudly I almost didn't hear the key in the front door. His sweetie was back. I left a ring of lipstick wrapped around the base of his cock, and withdrew, leaving him groaning. There would be no release for him after all. As I got up, I tsked at him in mock pity. He whimpered and shot a look of despair up at me. I looked down at him and smiled, licking my lips. ``You really want to come, don't you? You're so close, if I just touch it, you'll come, won't you?'' My hand moved down to his crotch, hovering just millimeters above his straining penis. ``So close, _so_ close . . . '' She was calling out his name now. I didn't have much time. I leaned down and whispered hotly into his ear, ``Tough. Shit.'' I laughed quietly. ``Ta ta, and don't forget, be a good boy.'' I picked up his cock restraint, and left out the back window, just as she was coming up the hallway.
To think that he was complaining because I didn't let him come for just a week. I'll bet, with the way I left him there for his sweetheart to find, he won't be getting any for quite a bit longer!