Dear readers,

the two characters in this story have no names, it is left to your imagination who is playing.

The text in the brackets is for HIM! HE knows who is meant. It's double mindfuck, written just for HIM, but if you like it too, so much the better.

Even if the story isn't really for you, feel free to leave me a review and give me feedback on how I did on my "first time".

Last but not least, English is not my first language, so you can keep my mistakes.

Enjoy!

He was sitting on a chair, his hands tied behind his back to the backrest, his legs slightly spread and tied to the legs of the chair. Thus he was completely helpless. His shirt was open, apart from that he was naked.

(I grin a little at the thought, what are YOU thinking now? The bitch is lolling inside me with pleasure).

He'd been sitting like that for a minute? Two? It could have been an hour, the time passed quickly and crept slowly at the same time as he waited tensely but also joyfully for her to... Yes what? Come back? Had she even gone?

(Is that ok how it goes with the passing of time or is that too much of a kitsch novel?)

After she had tied him to the kitchen chair (I love this song), she had ordered him not to lift his eyes or move at all. Then silence had fallen in the room. He could not tell if she had left. Perhaps she was sitting outside his limited field of vision, watching him?

(Now my heart is beating a little faster. What am I actually doing here?)

The thought sent a tingle through his lap. He wanted to please her, to do everything right. Waiting made him restless, increased his expectations, but he didn't move, he was a good boy.

(Good boy? I'm sure YOU could be just that. Could I? I have my doubts.)

"You are a good boy," her voice breathed into his ear then. He shuddered as he felt her breath on his neck. Could she read minds?

Now he heard her too. Her footsteps making soft noises on the floor. She walked around him, he could only see her bare feet on the parquet floor in front of him. His gaze was still lowered. Good boy. He could almost hear her voice saying that. Oh, how he wanted to hear it.

(This is having an effect on me now too, I'm lying on my left side in bed and my legs are getting fidgety. No, I would be a bad girl in that situation. What do I mean with would be? I am right now).

She just stood there, did she looked at him? Did she like what she saw? Between his spread legs his penis was sticking out stiffly. He felt the tension she had created all over his body. He did not move. He wondered if she was waiting for him to fail, waiting to be able to punish him.

Again he shuddered inwardly.

(I breathe deeply, my heart beats noticeably. I wonder what YOU are thinking now? What YOU are feeling?)

Suddenly a piece of cloth settled over his eyes. When had she moved? He had been so immersed in his world of lust and anticipation that he hadn't noticed.

(Do YOU wonder what happens next? I wonder! I also wonder if YOU'RE sitting still or maybe YOU'RE just as fidgety as I am and also feeling that sweet tug in YOUR abdomen).

"You are a really good boy. I want to reward that. Would you like a reward?" Her voice sounded sweet and innocent, but before he could answer, a finger placed itself on his mouth, keeping it closed like that.

(I know what she's going to say next and I tense my muscles and let go, my hips moving back and forth to create some friction where I desperately want it).

"I want you to be my wanton little slut. You may move all you want, but don't make a sound. Do you understand, my little toy?" This time her voice is not sweet. The tone is clear, this was an order.

He couldn't answer fast enough and nodded his head hastily. Will she start now? Touch him at last? His hips twitched at the thought and his penis, oh God, if only she would touch it.

(Shhh, don't tell anyone, I checked, I'm wet. Just very briefly I checked with my right index finger. My finger is now wet and doesn't slide easily across the phone screen now. Crap.)

Her fingers grazed his left cheek.

"I like the way your skin is changing colour. My little toy is excited. I'm telling you something, I am too, because I can do whatever I want with you." There it is again, the sweet voice.

(Phew, this is going better than I thought, but I'd like to touch myself now. Want to know why I don't? Because YOU'RE not allowed to. I want to taste the feeling!)

There was a loud clap now, definitely leather on skin. He knew she had a riding crop in her hand. She also knew he knew and repeated the slapping sound. She must have slapped her own skin, he had felt nothing. He also knew that she would not hit him with it, because actually she wanted to sit on that chair. That he longed to feel that sweet pain followed immediately by arousal, she knew only too well. She always denied him. He didn't know if that made it better or worse for him.

(How can I let her hit him when I have no idea what I am doing. I would like to know what YOU are doing now though. I only know what I am doing. If only the sports watch could record that. It clearly measures the high pulse).

She now ran the crop over the inside of his thighs, first on the left, then on the right. Just before the finish, where he most urgently craved touch, she stopped. He tried to push his hips in her direction, his rock-hard cock screaming for attention, but she just repeated the same game. Move closer, change direction.

(Fuck, the bitch in me is grinning. But my facial expression is different! Want a description? Better not, use YOUR imagination.)

Now he felt her hands gently caressing his chest. It seemed almost lost in thought and again so innocent to him. She held onto his shoulders and sat on his lap, her legs spread wide. Her centre was so close, he could feel the warmth radiating from her on his penis.

(Is this mixing fiction with reality? Do YOU want me to feel if I'm that hot down there too? No, my fingers are finally dry again and glide much better over the display. Are YOUR fingers where they belong to?)

He almost groaned when she grabbed his nipples and twisted them lightly between her fingers. He just managed to stifle a sound, but his hips shot forward and finally, his cock touched her warm flesh. He almost let out a triumphant cry.

"Oh no, my little toy is getting all dirty, as wet as my pussy is. I don't need that right now." With those words, she stood up.

(Whoa, what am I doing here. YOU'D say letting the sadist out, but believe me, it feels much more masochistic).

He would have loved to cry out in frustration, but luckily only had to miss her for a moment, it only took a few seconds and her hands were back on his left nipple.

Ahhhh, she had a nipple clamp attached to it, one with weight. Not wanting to make any noise, he jerked restlessly back and forth on the chair as far as his restraints would allow. From now on, every movement would torture his nipples and yet he couldn't avoid it, couldn't sit still. The sweet agony forced him to move.

She attached the second nipple clamp and he welcomed the pain that increased his arousal. This was her only compromise on inflicting physical pain on him.

(I'm thinking of my clothes pegs and I'm not sure if that would be "cheating" to use them now. What do YOU think?

My heart beats, my muscles tense and relax.)

"You look beautiful my little toy. I think it's time I had a little fun too."

He heard a rustle and then her hands were on his thighs, pushing them a little further apart.

"Now my slut gets to show me how much she likes what I'm about to do. Be as loud as you like."

(Can I go through with this, all the way to the end?

What do YOU think now? Do YOU know how excited I am. Do YOU know how alive I feel? Still, I have doubts about sending this to YOU.)

He felt her lean forward and press a kiss to the tip of his cock. Then she took the tip in her mouth and let her tongue slide around once before sucking on it briefly and then running her tongue over the small slit. Once, twice. He was squirming in the chair now, panting, which set the weights on the nipple clamps in motion and intensified the pain on his nipples. When she dug her tongue into the slit, he moaned loudly.

She reached up and pulled the blindfold off his head. He stammered incoherent stuff as he watched her slide her mouth further down his cock, her cheeks hollowing out around him as she sucked hard. He looked down at her and groaned as he saw how his cock looked in her mouth and wanted to grab her head to direct her. His bonds did not yield, he was completely at her mercy.

"Stop it!" he shouted, which she did immediately. "Untie my hands!" he commanded in a firm voice and she obeyed without hesitation.

"I want you to relax your throat and swallow."

She did her best, and he sucked in his breath as he felt the tip of his cock squeezed in her throat.

"Fuck, that's it. Keep it up."

He closed his eyes with a moan and concentrated on the feel of her hot, wet mouth.

He had buried his hands in her hair and was now setting the pace. He moved her head up and down as she offered no resistance. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she moaned and her breasts bounced up and down as he fucked her face hard and fast. He watched in awe as she swallowed his cock again and again without gagging. They had practised a lot.

She swirled her tongue up and down his shaft as he thrust in and out of her red lips.

"Ohh fuck, I... ahhh, I'm about to cum and you're going to swallow it all, got it?"

She nodded her head slightly and gave a sound of approval. The humming around his cock sent him over the EDGE with a cry. As ordered, she swallowed it all and made an effort to lick his cock clean afterwards. With a soft "plop" she released his cock from her hot mouth.

He looked down at her lovingly, stroking her cheek with his thumb as she beamed up at him. "Good girl," he praised.

(It's 0.30 am. Somehow this got out of hand. It was supposed to be a few sentences, that's all. And then it just flowed out of me, pun intended.

Tomorrow I have to look over it again, correct mistakes. How can one write without mistakes when everything is throbbing down there?

Will I be able to keep my hands off myself tomorrow? If I take my Satisfyer, does that count as keeping my hands off me?

Do I really let YOU read this story?)

Is a sequel missing now? She hasn't had an orgasm yet...

What do you think dear readers?

What do YOU think? It would only be fair if YOU got revenge on me, wouldn't it? YOU want to get back at me? YOU could torture me and I'll post it here.

A few reviews from you might motivate HIM or me, if HE still talks to me now.