Tag, You’re IT

He knocked on the door to the apartment and felt a trickle of perspiration run down his forehead. It was hot enough to literally fry an egg on the sidewalk, he decided. Anyone who said that this was NOT a hot summer was certifiably insane, he laughed to himself. Occasionally he wistfully thought of the somewhat shorter and cooler summers ‘up north’ where he grew up, but the mild winters of Georgia more than made up for those moments.

His reverie was stopped when the door opened. A wave of cool air blew over his heated body, and he smiled at her. She was looking good enough to eat today. Of course, he loved to eat her even when she wasn’t looking so perfect. It was one of their favorite activities... he would kiss her wet pussy until she squirmed and begged for his tongue. And when she begged long enough, and when he felt she was worked up enough, he would really dig in. He would send her through the roof time and time again, thrilling every time he felt her spasm with the force of her climax. Orgasms that he gave her. She told him that no one else had ever sucked and licked her in quite the same way that he did, and that she couldn’t get enough of him. He believed every word. She had the most open, honest face, and her every emotion was clearly expressed through her eyes, even if she wasn’t voicing her thoughts. He had just had a long day teaching summer school, and he had whiled away the morning hours daydreaming of the bliss of giving her the ecstasy that he knew she wanted, before he would even think of allowing himself to come.

After he noticed how delectable she was looking, he noticed the serious unsmiling face and her deep brown eyes with absolutely no sparkle to them. He sighed. She was also somewhat temperamental, and he resigned himself to charming her into better spirits before they got naked.

“Hey babe,” he smiled at her, leaning forward to give her a hello kiss. He was stopped when she abruptly turned around and went down the hall before he could touch her.

He followed her, after locking the front door. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the faintly floral scent that her apartment always had. The door to the spare bedroom was closed, he observed, and he knew that meant that she had confined her two almost overly-friendly cats so they didn’t have to worry about the kitties. He entered the living room, and saw her sitting on the recliner. He sighed again. If she wasn’t even sitting on the sofa, that meant he had to do the pretty that much longer before they could do a little horizontal mamboing. The coffee table was moved to one side, and he wondered if she had been cleaning or vacuuming before he showed up. Maybe he should have called first, he thought.

Her eyes watched him, unblinking in their stare, and he began to feel a little uncomfortable. He quickly thought over anything that he might have done or not done in the past few days that would have set her off. She had a tendency to be moody, but her darker moods were usually gone quickly, and the sunny moments more than made up for the others. He was still standing in the middle of the floor and he smiled somewhat more hesitantly at her. “You know, I was thinking about you all morning,” he started.

“Did I give ANY indication that I wanted to talk,” she interrupted him, a look of anger crossing her face. “Did I, in any way, shape, or form, give you any indication that I wanted you to come over today?”

He was confused. He knew that they had spoken the day before, and she had told him that she was off from work, and that she would be home, all alone, all day. She had teased him by telling him that she thought she might pull out her toys and have an all-day climaxathon just to see how many times she could make herself orgasm. He had told her that he would be done work early and could be by sometime around 1, and she had responded by telling him that if she didn’t answer the door, to just come on in and follow her scent. Now HOW could he have misinterpreted that, he thought.

“Well, hon,” he began again, “we WERE talking about this last night, and,” he stopped once more as she held up her hand in a gesture of silence.

“I repeat. Did I ASK for your opinion? I think not.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. All of a sudden, she smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile, he thought. It was more like a predatory, evil smile, and a small chill ran up his spine. He hadn’t seen her like this before, and he wasn’t sure he liked this side of her. Whoever pissed her off was really a shit, because now HE had to deal with her.

He tentatively smiled back, and her grin grew wider. It didn’t stretch to her eyes, which remained dark, almost lifeless pools.

“Since you are here, you might as well be of SOME help to me,” she commented silkily. “Strip.”

He looked at her for a long moment while her comment sank in.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she asked, shifting in her chair to sit up straighter. “I said, STRIP! Now!”

He laughed to himself. He knew where this was coming from. They had once idly talked about playing dominant/submissive, and this was her attempt at trying to be domme. “Well, since you say so, Mistress,” he accented the title, and couldn’t keep the sound of amusement out of his tone. He began to pull his polo shirt over his head. It should be fun, he thought. She would probably spank him a little bit, and maybe tease him for a while. That would be a nice change, and he knew they would both enjoy it. But it was almost funny the way she was trying to be all serious about it.

“Did I say something funny?” she asked, quietly. She really sounded a little upset now, he thought, so he backpedaled a little bit.

“No, mistress,” he answered, trying to get into the role, and not chuckle at her attempts.

She smiled again, briefly. “Don’t call me mistress. That’s such a crock of crap. Call me by my real name. So you know WHO your mistress is.”

“Yes, Pami,” he answered, by now down to just his dockers and briefs. He unsnapped the fly and began to unzip them, when he was possessed by a devil. “Are you sure you want me completely naked, Pami?” he asked teasingly as he smirked across the room at her.

“Fine, then,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Don’t strip.” She walked into the kitchen, around the corner. “Just leave.”

He stopped with his pants around his hips. “Did you just tell me to leave?” he called after her. “Are you sure that’s what you want? You want me to go and leave you alone here?” He was starting to get annoyed now. Her petulance was getting to him.

She stalked back into the living room, a glass of ice water in hand. There was silence as she slowly walked up to him. They stood practically nose to nose, and she said, very quietly, “That’s your choice to make. Either dress and leave, and that will be the end of that, or strip and shut up. Your choice, not mine.”

He stood there, eye to eye with her for a moment. God dammit to hell, he wanted her anyway, he thought to himself. Even when she was being a pissy bitch, she still exuded an earthy sensuality that made him wonder what heights they could reach together.

“Fine. I’ll strip. Pami.” He stressed her name, making it sound like a title, and letting his own displeasure with the game shine through.

She returned to her seat and once again resumed her inspection. He resisted the urge to cover his cock with his hands. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen it before, but it was unnerving having her just sit there and stare at him.

“Turn. Slowly.” She told him, twirling her finger to demonstrate.

He sighed, and began to turn. He was facing the sliding glass door when he heard her command. “Stop. Now. Just stand there.” And that was it. No rustling sounds, no noises of any kind. He knew she was just sitting there, sipping her water, staring at his back and ass. And he started to wonder if he had any blemishes of any kind on his skin. Now THAT would be embarrassing, he considered.

Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes or more, he heard her get up out of the chair. He heard a small thud as she placed her cup of water down, but he didn’t move. He somehow knew that would set her off again, and he didn’t want to do that. He could feel the warmth of her body as she stood closely behind him but not quite touching him. And he heard her talking. Not whispering, but talking. Almost matter of factly.

“You have such a nice ass, “ she said as her cool hand cupped his left cheek and squeezed. “And your back is so strong and straight,” she ran her fingers up his spine quickly, and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged on it firmly, until his head tilted back, and then she leaned closer, flicking her tongue into the shell of his ear. “Are you going to be a good boy now?” she whispered as she took his earlobe between her teeth and bit it firmly.

He swallowed, turned on almost despite himself. “Yes, Pami. I will.” He was surprised when he felt a cool breeze across his back and his hair was released. The chair rustled, and he heard her command him to continue turning. “And put those hands at your sides, boy.”

He continued on his rotation, finally facing her again, and was again disconcerted by her stare. This time she was staring directly at his cock, which, although it wasn’t erect, was definitely not as soft as when he had started his spin for her. As she watched it intently, he was somewhat mesmerized by her single-minded concentration. He stopped thinking about it, and just let his cock continue to twitch and pulse as it steadily rose to full mast.

Her eyes met his as his cock pointed straight at her. “It likes me, eh,” she smiled, almost like her ‘normal’ self, and he smiled back at her.

“You know it does. It LOVES you,” he responded.

Smiling still, she beckoned him over. “Come here, baby.”

He did so, glad that all of this was out of the way... he wanted her now. He stood in front of her, prick pointing at her face, and he hoped against hope that she would take the hint and suck it. He didn’t want to tell her to, since he didn’t want to trigger that nasty domme attempt again, but he was horny now, dammit.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as she caressed him with one hand, and he reveled in the sensation of her finger smearing a small drop of pre-cum over the head of his cock. Then there was a sensation he didn’t recognize and he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at her.

She was intently wrapping his cock and balls with a navy blue ribbon. He didn’t move, but stared wonderingly down at her fingers as they criss-crossed the ribbon over and around his cock from the root to just under the head, and then back again, wrapping it around his scrotum a couple of times, even separating his testicles into their own little pouch.

“Sweet... I have to ask...” he began, but then stopped as she tied the ribbon off and looked up at him. The softening in her eyes had been replaced by almost a look of derision.

“Oh, your baby cock lookth tho pwetty,” she lisped at him in mockery.

He was shocked. She had never made fun of him before. “Baby cock my ass,” he thought, “She never complained before and its thick enough to make her cry for more when I fuck her.” He felt the need to strike back at her.

“You know, this really isn’t very funny anymore. You’ve had your fun. Can we end this now?” he asked her in a serious tone of voice.

“Awwww, poor baby feelth tho bad he wantth big bad Pami to untie hith pwetty baby cock and let him go home...” she taunted him again.

He jerked away from her, and dropped his hand to the ribbon. He yanked on the bow she had tied there, but it didn’t come untied. In fact, every time he pulled on the end of the ribbon, it seemed to tighten or rub over various spots on his prick, and the damn thing didn’t come untied. Her giggling didn’t help him. He reached down with his other hand, and began trying to untie it in earnest now. The knot was tight enough that there was no way he was going to undo it, and he turned back to her.

“Would you?” he gestured to his cock.

“Would I what?”

“Would you... you know... take this freakin’ ribbon off me?!” he asked impatiently.

“Nope.” She smirked at him. “I think you look adorable all dressed up in your pwetty ribbon,” she laughed. “Besides, baby boy,” she reached out and ran her hand up and down his stiffie, “doesn’t it feel nice when I do this?” And she suddenly reached her other hand up and cupped his balls in her palm while she continued to stroke him.

He closed his eyes. It DID feel good. She knew it, too. He knew the pleasure was written all over his face. He was pissed at himself now. He was really pretty ticked off at her, but he was pretty hot by now, and he just wanted to have her continue doing what she was doing until he exploded.

“Now, come with me, baby boy,” she demanded as she walked into the bedroom. He followed her like a puppy, hoping that whatever else she had in mind was as arousing as this. He couldn’t resist reaching down and rubbing the skin of his prick back and forth against the constraint of the ribbon. She turned around, and seeing what he was doing, she grabbed his arm. “What the hell do you think you are doing? That’s MY toy... not yours, baby boy. I dressed it up...its MINE.”

He just looked at her, unsure of what he should do next. “Now lie face down across the bed, baby,” she told him. “Spread eagled, please.” And he did. “See, now, you are being a good boy... and good boys get good things... I’m not going to restrain you, but you should know that if you move off the bed, you can just get dressed and leave. That’s it. No more play. No more sex. No more anything. EVER. I’m not playing anymore. Don’t test me...”

He thought about it for a moment. She did sound serious, but surely if he stopped the play today, she wouldn’t REALLY want him out of her life. However, he figured whatever her game was today, he could play along... so far it was okay... and as long as he got his rocks off, the next time he would make her beg and plead and moan until he came all over her, and then MAYBE he’d let her come. Once. Paybacks would be a bitch, FOR a bitch, he thought smugly. Outwardly, though, he agreed, “Yes, Pami. I won’t move. I promise.”

“Good boy,” she approved, and he felt her hand running up and down his back again. She would run it down and cup his ass, maybe flick against his balls a couple of times, and then up and down again. Once, she dug her nails into the bottom of his ass, and raked them in one fell swoop all the way up and across to his shoulder blade, and he felt his cock twitch underneath his belly. He could feel the pre-cum moist against his stomach, and he wondered about the spot on the sheets. He reached down to re-adjust himself, but was stopped by the sudden crack of a slapper against his ass.

“Je-SUS!” he cried out, more in surprise than anything.

“I told you that cock was MY toy, not yours. Don’t touch, baby boy,” she said as she slapped his cheeks again.

“Uh,” he grunted as the sting ran little shockwaves through his body. He received the message loud and clear and put his hand back up again the head board.

“Baby boy, baby boy... I WISH you would listen the first time...” she calmly told him. “CCRACCK” the slapper came down again, this time on the sweet spot where his ass met his thighs and he started with the shot of pain that came with it.

“God, Pami... What the fuck are you DOING?” he cried, as he turned his head to look back at her.

“Doing? I’m having fun. Aren’t you?” she smiled down at him. And he watched her hand bring the slapper down yet again, this time against the fullness of his right asscheek. He turned his head into the pillow and felt eight or so more smacks across his buttocks. Finally, there was a pause, and he looked back at her. She leaned in towards him and he flinched away this time, afraid of another smack. Instead he felt her fingers, lightly running over the warmth of his bottom where she had marked it. Her touch felt cool and soothing, and he found himself arching up into her hand.

“Awww, baby, do you like Pami’s touch?” she cooed as she soothed him.

His breath caught in his throat as she dug her nails into the welts she had raised on him, and he moaned as the pain rose up again. It wasn’t an overwhelming hurt, but it stung enough to make him doubly aware of her when she leaned closer and kissed the firm roundness of his ass. And when he felt the tip of the slapper touch his be-ribboned balls between his legs, he wasn’t sure whether to get up and run screaming from the room, or beg her not to hurt him there, or tell her to go ahead and do whatever she pleased with him.

“Turn over for me, baby,” she whispered into his ear as she licked it.

He hurried to do as she asked, happy to have his weight off of his still erect and pulsing cock. He felt the cool breeze from the air conditioner waft across the wet spot he had left on himself, and he winced slightly as he settled back down on his still burning butt.

She smiled down at him, and he smiled back at her, happy to have pleased her. He watched as she reached down and began tweaking his nipples. He loved to have his nipples played with almost as much as she did, and he closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensations. Her fingers circled him over and over, slowly drawing closer to the very tip of his tits, and she reached both simultaneously and pinched them with almost the exact same measure of firmness. It was strong enough to make him gasp and open his eyes to see hers looking into his, and see her vaguely predatory smile as he flinched. “Don’t move, baby,” she reminded him.

He smiled at her, and didn’t answer, concentrating now on staying still despite the twinges of pain from her now twisting fingertips. The side of the bed sagged as she sank down next to him. Still fully clothed, she leaned down and took his right nipple in her mouth and bit it firmly. He groaned and felt a line of fire run from his chest down to his balls to the tip of his cock. He looked down at her face and watched as she took the nipple between her teeth and then flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip quickly, and he moaned with the pleasure of it all.

She sat up. “Are you enjoying being my plaything, baby boy?” she inquired silkily as she stood back up. He nodded. “I can’t hear you, baby... answer me...” she asked again as she pulled harshly on his closest nipple in reprimand.

“Yes, Pami.” He swallowed and answered her. He watched as he eyebrows raised and then he inhaled sharply as she reached down and twisted his tit again. “Yes, Pami. I am enjoying being your plaything.” He saw her smile, and he quickly improvised, “Do whatever you want to me. Please, Pami.” And he saw her smile widen.

“VERY good, baby boy,” she beamed. “That means we can go a little further, eh?” And she walked across the room, opened up a cabinet, and withdrew something black from it. He was trying to figure out what it was, when she tapped his left leg. “Bend please. Put your foot flat on the bed, and grab your ankle with your hand, please.” So he did. He felt the leather cuffs being attached to his wrist, and then his ankle. “Right leg and hand, please,” she walked to the other side of the bed and attached cuffs to those as well.

“Beautiful, baby boy.... Beautiful,” she commented as she seemed to glow. He was uncomfortable with the position and moved to unbend his right leg, only to pull his right arm with it. He twisted and looked more closely at his cuffs. “They are permanently connected, baby. Your ankle and wrist are going to stay that way for a while. Isn’t that amazing? I saw these and I KNEW I would have the perfect opportunity to use them with you. You see, you can move your arms and legs, but they always have to move together. Now try this,” he looked up at her in a sort of daze. He watched as she raised her arms over her head. “Raise your arms up, baby.” He did. And as he did, he felt his knees spreading wide, showing off his cock and balls and the bottom of his ass to her as she stood at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, baby...” she reached out and cupped his balls. “What a view.” She ran her hand up his still confined cock. “Mmmmm...what’s this?” She pulled the drop of pre-cum off the head of his member and licked it. “Yummy,” she said as she made a production of smacking her lips.

She ran her hand from his balls down the crack of his ass till she found his little rosebud and she circled it with her fingertip. He moaned at the sensation. They had discussed ass-play, but he hadn’t really thought about it seriously. But when she twitched her finger back and forth over the sensitive area, he stopped thinking and just felt. “You like that, baby boy?” she cooed at him. “You like Pami to play with your bottom?” He squirmed as she pushed lightly at the hole, seeming like she was going to penetrate him. “Oh yes, I think you DO like it when Pami does that.” But then she stopped.

He looked between his upraised legs and watched her walk back over to the cabinet. She withdrew something and held it up to him. “See what this is, baby? It’s a teeny tiny little vibrator. Well, maybe not SO teeny...See the ripples on it? You know what THIS is for, don’t you? Its for me to slide deep inside you and fuck you with.” He moaned at the thought, aroused at the mental picture. “I can slide this so very sslllowwllyy inside you, and then, once I get it all the way in... I am going to turn it on... and let you feel the vibrations from it... and then... when you are squirming and moaning like I know you are going to do... I am going to slowly start to fuck you with it... very ssslllowwwllllyyy... and then pick up speed a little faster and a little faster... until you are moaning like a bitch in heat, and then... and then, baby boy... you are going to come without anyone even touching your pwetty wittle cock...”

He was mesmerized by her words, and by the mental picture she drew for him. He couldn’t imagine coming without even a touch on his cock, but he was willing to see what happened. He could admit it to himself; he wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked. She knew that was a fantasy of his, and he supposed maybe someday she would pull out a strap on and do him like he told her he wanted. But this... this was a start, and he couldn’t wait.

“Oh Pami. Please.” He begged as he watched her drip a clear lubricant on the dildo. He watched her use her fingertips to completely coat the flesh colored rod so that it glistened in the light. “Paammmiii, please... fuck me...”

He saw her grin widen like a Cheshire cat and she took her place at the foot of the bed. “Now, you keep those legs raised for Pami like a good boy, okay, baby, and you will get what you need.” And she reached down with the dildo and ran it over his tightened testicles in their confined sack. He groaned at the feeling. Everything on his body seemed hyper-sensitive and he squirmed.

Slowly, he felt her begin to run the toy down an inch, back up a half inch, down a hair, up a little... and he wanted to scream at her to hurry up and fuck him already. But he somehow knew that if he did, she would stop and that would be it. He couldn’t take the risk. His moans grew in volume as he suddenly felt the rounded tip prodding at his backdoor. “Relax baby... relax... and push just a little bit.... let me in...” her voice was soothing and low as he felt the prodding growing stronger. It circled and danced over his opening and then they both moaned as it suddenly slipped in.

“Oh, baby... that’s it. Let me in... can you feel it inside you? Can you feel it filling you up as I slide it into you?”

It had to be a rhetorical question, he thought, because there was no way he could frame a coherent answer. It felt incredible as he felt his sphincter close over one of the ripples and then stretch to let the next inch of the toy into him... and so on... No wonder his past lovers all loved to be fucked so much, was the thought that flashed through his mind right before he felt the base of the probe against his cheeks.

“Good boy... oh yes... it is all the way in you. Do you like it? Tell me baby. Tell Pami what you feel.”

“Pami,” he panted as he felt his breath coming in short spurts. “Pami, oh GAWD...” he trailed off as the toy sprang to life inside his ass. The vibrations felt like they were rubbing his cock from the inside. “Oh Gaawwwdddd” he babbled as he felt it slide out and then back into his tight hole. The ripples felt incredible, and the constant throbbing from the motor in his butt made him feel like he was melting. “Aaahhh...” he moaned and shut his eyes to enjoy every moment of this unique ecstasy.

The movements in and out of his ass picked up speed, as she said they would. He could vaguely hear her murmuring in the background of his consciousness, telling him what a hot bitch he was being. He thought he heard her laughing as he begged her to fuck him faster and harder.

And then, when he felt like he couldn’t take any more, he felt the ribbon confining his cock and balls slacken suddenly. He looked down and saw she had somehow untied it with one hand while continuing to ram the toy in and out of him. His balls seemed to ignite from the inside out and he screamed as the come spurted out the end of his cock so hard it hit him in the forehead with the first spurt. Six, seven, eight huge jets of semen hit him everywhere from his face to his bellybutton, and his entire body shook with the force of his climax.

As he came down from the orgasmic high, he felt the rod in his hole suddenly go motionless. The bed sagged as she sat down next to his exhausted body. She leaned down and kissed him for the first time that day.

“Next time, baby boy... next time its MY turn...” They smiled at each other in silent agreement.