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Jennifer's Just Dessert
By Adrian Hunter
Jennifer's heart felt like a runaway locomotive. Just push the doorbell,
girl...
What in the world was she doing here? She shivered underneath her long woolen
coat. If Karen ever found out...
Found out what? That you were standing on her front steps wearing nothing
under your coat except a cute little white corset with garters holding up a
pair of expensive lace stockings? That you planned to go inside and let her
husband do whatever? That you had spent almost $80 on a pair of high heels you
could barely walk in?
Well, maybe she'd buy the part about the shoes.
Jennifer took a deep breath and pressed the button. The door opened within
seconds.
"Hi," said Robert cheerfully. "Come on in."
Jennifer returned his smile and stepped through the entrance carefully, trying
her hardest to avoid stumbling.
"You're a little early. Do you mind waiting with me in the kitchen while I
finish up dinner?"
"Sh-sure," Jennifer replied. Wasn't he going to ask if he could take her coat?
"Can I get your coat?"
Showtime.
Robert was usually pretty unflappable, but Jennifer could tell she had
definitely hit a nerve. It had taken most of the afternoon before she had
finally found a boutique with the kind of lingerie she wanted. After spending
almost an hour trying on some very unusual outfits, she had settled on the
corset, mostly because of its slimming effect and the way it held her boobs up
high without covering them up. The heels were the saleswoman's idea, and
Jennifer had to admit that they did take inches off her thighs. She had almost
bought a g-string, but Robert had been explicit about exposing everything, so
she stuck with the stockings. By the stunned look in his eyes, she knew she
had done well.
"Well," he finally sputtered. "Well, well, well..."
"Do you like it?" she asked coquettishly, and quite unnecessarily.
"Very, very nice," he responded. "Oh shit, my pasta..."
Jennifer followed Robert into the brightly-lit kitchen. This is not your
ordinary domestic scenario, she thought as she watched him fuss over the stove.
Then she noticed the pile of leather cuffs on the counter.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
"Don't I get a drink first?"
Jennifer felt the leather bands being buckled around her wrists, then heard a
padlock click home to connect them. Next came matching cuffs for her ankles,
linked by about a foot of chain. Finally, Robert wrapped a leather collar
around her neck.
"Turn around and face me."
Jennifer shuffled her feet as instructed. As soon as she was stable, Robert
snapped the end of a long chain to a loop on the collar. Oh. A leash.
"Stay still now."
He reached toward one of her breasts and slipped something around its nipple.
She looked down to see what looked like a little plastic...noose. And it had a
partner. Robert pulled the slack out of the loops, making her nipples bulge so
they looked like peas. Not really painful, Jennifer decided. Just
uncomfortable. Like everything else all of a sudden.
"Back up a little...a little more...stop."
When Jennifer's bound hands were touching the kitchen wall, Robert took the end
of the leash and wrapped it around a coat hook next to her head, then returned
to his cooking.
"So how was your day, honey?" Jennifer felt like she was trapped in a sitcom
from hell.
"Oh, the usual," Robert replied. "Do you prefer pesto or marinara with your
pasta?"
"Either's fine." What was going on? Jennifer felt herself starting to pant
softly. He's acting so calm and normal, which made the whole scene anything
but. She shifted uneasily, testing her bonds. Nope, she was quite secured.
Now it looks like he's setting the table in the dining room. It's not the
bondage that gets you, she decided. It's the suspense.
"Dinner is served," he finally announced in a regal tone. "Won't you come with
me?"
"Uh, well..." Jennifer glanced up at the coat hook that held her leash.
"Yes, I suppose you'll need some assistance," he said as he unwrapped the
chain.
"This way, please."
Robert gave the leash a tug, and Jennifer started trotting along behind him
toward the dining room.
She had to devote all her concentration to not tripping over her five-inch
heels.
"Hey, slow down," she complained. "This isn't the easiest thing..."
Soft candlelight illuminated the elegantly-set table. The plates of steaming
pasta were complemented by small salads and glasses of wine already poured.
Jennifer was impressed, but still, this was nothing like she had expected.
Robert unlocked her wrists, then recuffed them in front of her with a short
length of chain. He pulled out a chair and gestured for her to sit down.
"Ma'am?"
Jennifer felt tiny drops of perspiration under her arms as she looked down at
where she was supposed to sit. A small butt plug with a short leather strap
for a base stuck up from a wider strap wrapped around the seat. The plastic
glistened with lubricant.
"Allow me."
As Jennifer bent her knees, Robert reached down and positioned the intruder
against the opening to her clenched sphincter.
Here we go, she told herself. She felt the tip pierce her sensitive hole, then
she slowly lowered herself down...down...
Her naked bottom touched wood and leather. Oh...
Robert pushed her forward, and wrapped a wide leather belt around her waist,
pinning her to the back of the chair.
"Comfy?" he asked.
Jennifer nodded her head.
"Too bad. Well, dig in."
It wasn't easy eating with manacles, but Jennifer soon learned to bend forward
instead of lifting both hands clumsily. The initial unpleasantness of the butt
plug had given way to a mild burning, and she hardly felt the loops squeezing
her nipples anymore. She and Robert talked of nothing in particular...the
news, the weather, work...and he never once mentioned anything about her
current condition, or his plans for the rest of their evening. The wine made
Jennifer feel less anxious, as well as a bit lightheaded. She was surprised to
find herself enjoying her predicament. It's what she came for, she told
herself. And so far, so very good.
When they had both finished, Robert pulled her chair back and unbuckled the
waist belt.
"Why don't we go to the living room now?"
Jennifer stood up and followed him through the large French doors. The
oversized briefcase sat prominently on the coffee table.
"Over here," Robert said as he led her toward the large picture window.
Thankfully, the curtain was drawn shut.
"Turn around. Good. Now, kneel on that pillow. Arch your back straight.
That's it."
Jennifer did as she was instructed.
"Open your mouth, please."
Uh, oh...she felt her jaws stretch wide as he pushed the rubber ball behind her
teeth.
"Put your feet together."
He added several feet of rope to her ankle cuffs starting around her feet so
she couldn't dislodge her shoes. Next came more cord around the tops of her
thighs and just above her knees. Then he slipped off the plastic nooses on her
nipples.
Jennifer stared at the curtain in front of her. Stay cool...
don't let him know how nervous this is making you...so this is what it feels
like to have your breasts tied up...tight.
When he was finished, she sneaked a peek down. Good grief. Are those mine?
How did he get so much rope around them?
While she was marveling at the constriction, she saw Robert's hands wrapping
rope around her waist. Her abdomen tensed visibly when he began working the
ends between her bound legs.
"Hold your hands up over your head...straighten your arms."
What is he doing back there? Jennifer felt her bottom lift up as Robert ran
the ends of the rope over the curtain bar, then knotted them to the cuffs
around her wrists.
Oh...oh...that's...that's...really...oh...ahh...ooooohhh...
Jennifer tried to relieve some of the pressure off her crotch, but she was
pretty well fully extended. She sat back, then struggled to get herself
upright again. Can't do that again. Great. Shit. What's that noise?
Robert stood over to one side with a dildo humming in his hand. Smiling, he
knelt down and began working it between the rope around her thighs, then under
the cord against the front of her pussy.
Jennifer tried to twist away, but she quickly realized that only made it far
worse. The buzzing vibrator soon turned her legs into jelly and her clitoris
into a nuclear reactor.
Whew. Whoa. This...is...a...little...much...must...
ohhh...oh...oh...oh...ohhhhhh...
"I'd better get started on those dishes."
No...wait...no...oh...oh...oh...
It only took about five minutes until Jennifer was bucking wildly in the throes
of her first climax. Robert came back into the living room somewhere between
the fourth and fifth, but only to check her bonds. Satisfied, he reached into
his pocket and pulled out two large clamps with tightening levers and thick
rubber pads on their ends. Jennifer closed her eyes as he applied them to her
nipples.
"Got to wash the glasses by hand."
OH...OH...OH...OH...OOOOOOOHHHHHH...
When he finally pulled out the vibrator, Jennifer thought she was going to
faint. Then he removed the clamps.
"Shhh."
Robert untied the knot to the rope holding her wrists over the curtain rod. As
Jennifer dropped her arms and sank to her knees, he grabbed her waist and
turned her around so she faced him.
"I have a small request."
Jennifer panted loudly through her nose.
"It's time for dessert."
Robert pulled the rubber gag out of her mouth.
"Would you like a drink?"
Actually, I want an ocean, but wine will do nicely, she thought to herself as
he put the glass to her lips.
"Now that we've taken care of the girl part..."
He began unbuckling his pants.
"I'm going to treat you like a boy."
When Jennifer had finished sucking him off, Robert replaced the gag in her
mouth, then removed the rope from around her crotch, untied her legs and
instructed her to kneel next to a large chair facing the television.
"Put your head down on the floor."
Jennifer felt cool air brush against her wide-open orifices as her feet were
pulled apart so her ankle cuffs could be secured to a spreader bar.
"Put your arms underneath you...that's it."
He reached between her legs and padlocked her wrist cuffs to a metal ring in
the middle of the bar, leaving her bent over at an awkward angle with her
bottom helplessly exposed.
Jennifer thrashed unconvincingly against her restraints and grunted into her
gag. Robert's remark about treating her like a boy echoed loudly in her head
as she began to wonder exactly what he had in mind.
Click...the VCR began to run. Tinkly pseudo-jazz sounds filled the room. Oh,
great. Porno.
He sat down in his chair and reached underneath it to find the same feather he
had used to torment her pussy the night before, only this time, he directed his
ministrations exclusively on her puckered brown hole.
Jennifer squeaked and groaned as the fluffy tip tickled the walls of the valley
between her cheeks. Soon, her own exhortations became indistinguishable from
those coming out of the television's speakers.
After 15 minutes or so, Robert switched to a short-handled flogger with braided
leather strips. At first, he simply brushed them against her backside, but
soon, he applied considerably more force.
Jennifer swooned with each erratic strike. So this...UUUNH...is what it feels
like to.... UUUNNNHHHHH... be...OOOOHHH...whipped. God, it feels....UUUMMMPPH
...good.
Jennifer felt herself slipping into a strange new zone where nothing physical
existed except the touch of the leather. Deeper and deeper she drifted until
she felt something warm rubbing against the opening to her rectum. By the time
she realized it was fingers coated with lubricant, Robert had already slipped
the tip of his cock into her not-quite virgin hole.
She couldn't believe that she was actually pushing her bottom back to hurry his
penetration along.
When he was satiated, Jennifer felt like a rag doll with most of its stuffing
pulled out. Surely he planned to release her...good grief, she could barely
move, much less stand, or fuck.
He unlocked her wrists and ankles from the spreader bar, and picked up the
leash still attached to the collar around her neck.
"Heel," he commanded as he tugged her forward.
What, he wants me to crawl? OK, OK, stop yanking so hard. Where to, master?
Across the room? Fine. What's in the front closet? Nothing? Uh, oh...
"Get inside and lie on your stomach. Good. Now, put your hands behind your
back."
It didn't take long for Robert to hogtie Jennifer with the help of some
strategic straps around her thighs and elbows, not to mention the cuffs which
still adorned her wrists and ankles. He mercifully untied the rope around her
breasts, but only to use it to hold her hands to her feet, then suspend them
both from the rod stretching across the width of the closet.
"While I'm gone, I want you to think about all the things we didn't do tonight.
When I come back, you're going to write them all down in a list and leave it
with me for our next encounter. Got it?'
Jennifer nodded her head.
"Very good."
The closet door shut, leaving Jennifer stranded in her wildest fantasies.
She pulled on the rope holding her limbs in the air, but inches of movement
weren't going to solve her current dilemma.
The things we didn't do tonight?
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