by Sam Lash
He pulled out and released my arms and legs. He turned me around. He was handsome. I still didn’t know is name. He stood over me with his pants off, his black t-shirt still on. “On your knees. I believe you promised to do something for me, Amy Larson.” I knew exactly what he had in mind. Still shaking from my climax, I took him all the way in my mouth, pressing my pug nose against his bare skin where his pubic hair should have been. I’d never seen a guy shaved that way before. I tasted myself on him. I looked up. He responded by knotting his big right hand in my blonde hair and pushing my face into him again.
I gave him my best. I bobbed up and down. I paused to run my tongue across his length. I swirled my tongue around his sensitive tip until I heard him moan. And then he was exploding inside my mouth. I sucked for all I was worth until he calmed down. He pulled my head back. I looked up into his eyes, hoping that I’d satisfied him. He smiled down at me, and I when I saw his bright teeth flash in that smile I felt relieved. I wanted nothing more than to please him.
“Well, Amy Larson, I think that will do. Do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
I looked at him and I considered the night that I’d had. I was struggling to take in the power of the feelings he’d unleashed inside of me. I was wonton with lust. I wanted more.
“I’ve been very bad,” I admitted. “And I think I need to be punished a lot more.”
He stepped back and said, “I think you have. And I think I will. But not tonight.” He went back to the bench and threw me a set of black sweats. “Put these on. You’ll find my number in the pocket. You can call me tomorrow at 10:00. I mean exactly 10:00. Don’t be even a minute late, or it will be worse for you.” He opened the door. He handed me the bowling shoes. “Now get out of here.” I scurried out and grabbed my skirt and heels from the chair as I went. “And make sure you return your shoes on the way out!” he called after me.
I’d accomplished a Sunday morning walk of shame a couple of times before. But it took me a minute to gather up my courage to open that black curtain and to walk up that aisle next to Lane 34. I could hardly look up, and I felt a lot of eyes on me. My face burned red under my disheveled blonde hair. My lipstick looked like I’d just given someone a blowjob. I was a mess. I could still feel the welts the clothespins had left in my skin under the soft black long sleeved sweatshirt. The sensation made my nipples hard, and their sharp points were clearly visible.
I slunk to the desk and traded my shoes for my driver’s license. The old grey lady looked at me with a smile that told me she knew exactly what had happened to me. When I glanced at the security monitor at the desk, I saw that one of the cameras showed Ballboy picking up the dungeon behind the pin-setters. She could have watched everything. The other three or four old guys helping other customers behind the desk might have seen it all, too. They might even have taped it! Humiliated, I fled to my car.
Saturday Morning
I couldn’t wait to tell my girlfriends. When they came out of their rooms, yawning, I told them all the details.
“Wow! That’s pretty interesting,” Sam said.
“It’s perverted. I like it,” Britni said.
I called him at exactly 10:00 while they listened. His phone rang five times before he picked up. I was worried he might not.
“Amy Larson?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I think you should come by Midtown today at about noon. Dress to kill, like you did last night. I’ve got a few things I’d like to try out with you.”
I was wet already. I wanted Ballboy more than I’d ever wanted another man. And I didn’t even know his name! He’d stirred a fire in me where before there’d been merely fading orange coals.
“I will be there.”
“I will be there what?”
“I will be there, Sir.”
“Very well. I will be waiting.”
If you enjoyed reading this title, look for other fiction by Sam Lash:
Taking What I Want: Teaching Discipline to My New, Innocent Toy
Rock and Roll Fantasy
Enslaved in Alaska: How, as a Young Man, I Found a Harsh Mistress in a Harsh Land
Foxy Lady’s Bondage Seduction
Hidden Dungeon, Sweet Submission: A Phil Small Story
Electric Burlesque Submission: His Adventure in Chastity
Irons: Metal Mistress of Fire
Shannon’s Bondage Secrets
Beauty and the Lab Rat: Her Bondage Experiment
Desert Whip: My Gold Mine, My Ashram, My Bunker, My Dungeon
Caught Staring: My Submission to Alpha Triskelion
Finding Bondage: Never Too Late
Desert to the Stars: Bondage Slaves to the Aliens!