Nothing they said mattered. It was just… oh god. The thought of being exposed like that… people pointing and laughing, or actually getting a good look at me, naked. It makes my skin tingle just thinking about it.
That’s another thing. I couldn’t stand being tickled. It’s not that I hated it. Far from it. It turned me on. And what’s worse, it got me hot. Like, really excited. My boyfriend Scott threatened me with a feather duster once, and I almost came right then and there.
I’d been seeing Scotty now for six months. We knew each other intimately. I trusted him. I liked it when he touched me, and vice versa. And Scott was introducing me to a world of Kink that I had never known existed.
Well. That’s not entirely true. I knew it was there…
I was just too scared to take a real close look at it. Not by myself.
There was a Dungeon a few miles from our apartment, that Scotty and I had gone to, together, a few times. I liked it. I liked the people there. I liked sitting with my man, and watching others enjoy themselves. I even let Scotty tie me up once. We had negotiated some strict guidelines, first, of course, and I’d kept my underwear on.
I liked him. Scott had been good for me. I’d dated older men, before. But Scott was in his fifties, and I was twenty-four.
I stood in our bedroom, toweling off after a hot shower. It was a Dungeon night… and Scotty’s birthday. I wanted to do something special for him, but he dismissed me out of hand. “Don’t you worry,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. “Just play along with me in a special scene, and you’ll make me very happy indeed.”
I was intrigued. Scott had opened me up to a couple of new things, in the time we’d been together. I trusted him.
Scott stepped up behind me. His hand caressed my shoulder. “Hallo, handsome.” I turned and smiled. He kissed me. Before I knew what he was doing, he tugged my towel off my waist, and barked out a laugh. I jumped a foot in the air, and covered myself.
“Scotty! I’m trying to get ready.”
“Shame on you, keeping that gorgeous cock all to yourself,” he chided. He stepped into me, and tugged on my wrist until I let my hands fall away. “Look at you. You’re a vision.” I blushed. How on earth could I be ashamed, when he ate me up with his eyes?
“You are just a dirty old man and a liar,” I said, grabbing the towel back.
“And flirt,” he added. “Mustn’t forget that part.” He kissed me again. I melted against the dresser. He planted his hands on my hips, and his kiss deepened. I moaned.
“Mmmnm, Scotty…”
He abruptly broke off the kiss, and slapped me on the ass. “That’s for calling me old. Shame.”
I blushed. It was a no-no. Still. He’d caught me off guard. But I didn’t shy away.
“Hey. Did you decide what you wanted for your birthday?”
Scott opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I was going to save this ’til we got to the Dungeon, but oh well.”
He produced a single sheet of paper from behind his back, and handed it to me. It was folded in half, vertically. I opened the sheet and read it. It was… a list?
A list of things he wanted to do to me. Oh, my. Oh, Scott…
I read through the list twice. It wasn’t terribly long. “Is this a joke?”
He shook his head, and smiled. “Afraid not.”
“Scotty, a lot of this is on my no-no list. I can’t—”
“You can, dear boy.” He kissed my jaw. He smelled of cologne and his bloody cigars. I sighed. “Would you at least consider them? For me?”
The sly fox knew what he was doing. He’d slowly, slooooowly coaxed me out of my comfort zone, on a series of trips to the Dungeon. I had enjoyed myself. And he’d never made me do anything I didn’t agree to, or want to. Not really. That was the whole point of the BDSM community.
“I get to say ‘stop’ if I think it’s getting too intense,” I warned. He nodded, and lifted open hands, as if in surrender.
“Yes. All you need do is use your safe word.”
I nodded. Chrysanthemum.
~~~
We got to the dungeon at nine o’clock. Fashionably late. The regulars were making the rounds— some of them on leashes— so Scotty and I walked ‘round to say hi. The Dungeon had fast become one of my favorite places. I felt so safe here. No one was here by accident. No one was going to judge anyone else. This was a free space to explore what turned us on.
… So why was I so fucking nervous?
We reached the St. Andrew’s Cross, a standing X with soft leather restraints for the wrists and ankles.
I knew I could back out at any time. All I had to do was say ‘Chrysanthemum’ and it’d be over. I trusted my lover. I trusted my Scott. He was good to me. Hell, he was good for me. I’d come so far out of my shell, thanks to him. The least I could do for his birthday, was agree to play a scene his way. I knew I could back out at any time.
Scotty had bought some baggy exercise shorts, and a white cotton tank top for me. I’d changed into them, and met him by the Cross.
He asked me to get in position. He bound my wrists, first. Then, my ankles. I teased him and enjoyed the view as he knelt before me to bind my feet. My heart was pounding with excitement. We’d already started to draw an audience. Two friends and a handful of strangers were lingering and watching, curious what Scotty was going to do.
“Are you ready?” he asked me. I nodded. He pulled something from his duffel bag. A blindfold?!
He brought the black strip of silk up, and held it in one hand. “You trust me, don’t you, baby.” I nodded again. The last thing I saw were his hands reaching for my face.
I can say no any time. I can. I can say no anytime. I’m actually in control here.
Scotty had made sure my ears weren’t blocked by the blindfold. He wanted me to hear everything.
“Oh drat,” he said. “I forgot to have him take off that shirt. More fool me. Can’t take it off him while he’s strapped up like that. Unless…”
My skin broke out in goose bumps. Unless?
I heard him rustling around in his bag. Then I heard it. Snip snip. Scotty had brought scissors.
I felt him tug at the hem of my shirt, and pause. He was waiting for me to say ‘stop’.
I said nothing.
He pulled the shirt away from my skin, and cut slowly and deliberately up my chest. Two more snips at the shoulders, the cloth fell away completely. Oh god.
I broke out in a sweat, that had nothing to do with heat. I was so turned on. My mouth hung open, as I took one long breath after another.
Fwop. Fwop. Fwop. He’d taken his flogger out of his bag. Oh, goodness.
~~~
I felt the soft strips of suede drift across my chest. The strips were fat, and rough. He could be so gentle, when he wanted to be. He whispered in my ear. “Ready?”
I nodded. I can say no at any time.
There was a whisper and a slap as the flogger hit my chest. He caught most of my left pectoral, and my nipple. I hissed in a breath. It didn’t hurt, so much as sting. I gritted my teeth. He took my silence as permission to continue.
Fwop. The flogger stung my ribs. Fwop. My thigh.
A pause… FWOP. My chest again. “MMMmmmmmmnnn…” I growled.
More tender ministrations. The flogger drifted across my chest, soothing the sting from a moment before.
“Scotty… Scotty…” I felt his breath on my neck. He was right in front of me.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded. “Just… take it easy, okay?”
“Right you are, darling. Of course.” He kissed my cheek, and I heard him drop the flogger.
“In fact,” he went on, “I know just how to make it up to you.”
I can say no at any time.
He pulled something out of his bag, in a whisper. It made no sound at all. What was he—?
He traced something impossibly light, across my chest. OH GOD. It was a feather. A long, floofy feather. I giggled out loud. Oh god. He was going to do that to me?
Here? He tickled my chin with the feather, and I giggled again.
“Scotty!” I can say no at any time. “Scotty, you devil…”
Pain has never been a turn-on for me. We’ve found other uses for the flogger, though. It’s led us down some interesting paths of self-discovery, but I couldn’t think about any of that because TICKLING.
Oh, you brat. You absolute brat. I can’t take it when you tickle me. All that light sensation just drives shivers under my skin. Oh, god. I was getting hard.
I was. I was going to pop a boner right here, in front of all these people. How embarrassing! How humiliating.
How fucking hot was that??
Could I put up with it? Did I want to? He’d… he’d shown me everything that was on the menu tonight when we were negotiating. But now it felt like ages ago, and HAH!
He traced the feather across my chest, up to the very edge of my armpit. I squirmed and squealed on the St. Andrew’s cross. The leather straps held me tight. Oh, jesus. My blood was pumping, now!
I was getting harder. My shorts felt tighter, now, against my dick. If only I could make one adjustment… but no. I was completely at Scotty’s mercy.
I can say ‘no’ any time I want.
He tickled my flat stomach. He tickled my nipple, and I burst out laughing. Just as he had with the flogger, he took these little, momentary breaks. I was starting to catch my breath. God, I was hard.
I wish I could see. I wish I could see just how many people were on the other side of the blindfold, staring at him, staring at me. I was getting so hard under his touch.
Then I felt it. Something was tugging at the waistband of my shorts. I gasped.
“Scotty!”
He tickled my ribs with the feather, and I squirmed again, realizing just how helpless I was. I couldn’t get out if my life depended on it.
I can say ‘no’ any time I want.
But did I want it? Did I really?
The tugging sensation returned. The waistband was right on top of my cock, now. My erection felt like it was sporting a giant tent below the waist, and the waist was getting lower all the time.
“Scotty,” I breathed. “Scotty Scotty Scotty… you devil, what are you doing to me.”
He came close, and whispered. “It’s my birthday, dear boy. And I want to unwrap my present.”
I can say ‘no’ any time I want. All I had to do was mutter the word ‘Chrysanthemum’ and this whole show would be over.
Snip snip. I heard the scissors, again. He’d gotten them back out of the bag. He pulled the fabric of the shorts leg well away from my skin… and waited.
The bastard.
Fffffuck I was hot. I was hard. I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon, and my skin was singing with anticipation.
Snip snip. Oh god. He cut a line straight up my thigh. I felt cold air all the way up my leg, to the fucking edge of my groin.
I can say no anytime I want. I can say no anytime I want.
My cock was hard. With my vision gone, I could feel every inch throb with my pounding heart.
I didn’t hear the scissors anymore. What was he—?
The feather tickled my knee. I giggled, helpless. Oh jesus. Oh god. I was in a world of blackness and hellish torments that were pulling me closer and closer to coming… I’d never come in public, before. I’d never lost control!
I can say no anytime I want. I can say no.
He tickled my armpit with the feather, and another shudder of laughter trembled out of me. I was so hard. I was so hard. I was so hard.
What was he doing now? Snip snip. Oh, Scotty… He took the other leg of my shorts, and pulled it taut, away from my flesh. He snip-snipped his way up the fabric.
My heart was a jackhammer. I was soaked in nervous sweat. He wasn’t going to actually do it, was he?
I felt his breath on my chest. His fingers, sliding down my torso. “My good boy,” he growled. “You’ve been soooo obedient. So well behaved.”
Oh jesus. Oh jesus. Oh jesus.
I was fully erect, and the only thing between me and utter humiliation was a thin waistband on a two dollar pair of gym shorts. Please, please, set me free. Set me free…
Snip.
My shorts fell away, and spilled off my skin like water. I tried to resist. I tried to lift my knees up and cover myself, but there was nothing for it.
My man had stripped me completely naked. I felt cold air on my skin… every inch of me. My cock was rock hard, and exposed to complete strangers. I was sticky with pre-cum, now. I could feel it.
I had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. I was his plaything and I fucking loved it.
I can say no anytime I want… but why the fuck would I??
All I could hear was my own panicked breathing, which meant the audience was holding its breath. They couldn’t get enough of me, of my shame.
They weren’t laughing. They weren’t snickering; I’d hear it. They were in rapt attention. They had to be eating me up with their eyes. Oh, fuck.
“My beautiful boy,” he said, softly. Scotty. Scotty…
He traced his finger down my stomach, down my pelvis, to the root of my cock. My dick leapt up at the contact. Oh god. Oh jesus. Oh, Scotty!
“You like this?” he asked me.
I could only grunt, now. “Uhh huhhhhm.”
“Do you want to stop, baby?”
“NNnnnnnnuh uhhh.” My chest rose and fell with every terrible breath of anticipation.
He tickled my chest with his feather. I giggled. Oh fuck, I was so close and these people could see it.
They could see my cock, beet red, and hard with longing. I was aching for release now. “Pleeeeeeaase, Scotty,” I managed. “Please let me cum. Pleeeease.”
I was still riding an adrenaline high, strapped at my wrists and ankles to the cross. I could feel it. I could feel it. I was so close, baby. I was so close.
Scotty stroked my shaft, and I started to lose it. He aimed my cock up, up my body.
He blew on my neck and—
I burst. The molten hot charge of need exploded out of my cock. My own hot, pearly cum splashed up onto my stomach. “AaaaaaahhhhH!!!!”
I thrashed in my restraints. He held my cock against me, and I let go again. Warm, sticky cum leapt out of me. I couldn’t—
I couldn’t—
I couldn’t control myself.
I took long, ragged breaths. I was drenched in sweat.
Scotty slipped the blindfold off my face. We were surrounded by onlookers. They all saw me, naked and sticky with my own cum. I was trembling. My cock jumped a little, with nervous energy.
Scotty whispered in my ear. “You were wonderful, darling. You were perfect.”
He wiped me clean with a hot, wet towel. First my cock, then my stomach. I looked down, exhausted, and saw there was a sterile napkin on the floor, between my legs. There wasn’t going to be so much as a drop of me, left behind.
He undid the straps on my ankles, first. When he undid the straps on my wrists, I all but collapsed on top of him.
“Easy, baby. Easy.” He wrapped me in a blanket, and I sat on a nearby bench.
When he was done cleaning the St. Andrew’s Cross, he came to me and rocked me in his arms.
“You were such a good boy. Oh, darling. You did wonderfully. You were so brave.”
Aftercare was an important part of our play. I never needed it so badly as I did right then. I’d been stripped of everything— everything— and teased until I came in front of a dozen people I’d never seen before. I’d lost control… and I loved it.
They left us alone. I closed my eyes and rested my head on Scotty’s chest.
“I’ve got you, darling. You did beautifully. You were such a good boy.” I was still hard, after everything he’d put me through. The adrenaline was fading, and so was my erection. He kissed my temple, and rocked me.
“Shah, shhhh. Such a good boy. Such a good boy.”
I looked up at him, and I smiled. I’d caught my breath
at last, and was starting to come back to myself. I reached up and stroked his cheek.
“Happy Birthday.”
CHAPTER THREE
Rough In Public
I woke up that morning with the idea already in my head. I rolled over, and looked at my boyfriend, Jason. He was tan, tall, and toned… and one hundred percent mine. I lay my hand on top of his chest, and loved the contrast of it. My skin was a rich, dark brown, like espresso.
I teased the hairs on Jason’s chest, and he stirred awake. He stretched, and smiled at me. “Mmm. Morning.”
I kissed him. “Morning, boo.” I lay down against him, with my head on his bicep. I felt so safe in his arms. “Tonight’s a Dungeon night, isn’t it.”
He nodded. “We can go if you want, sure.”
“I do. I wanted to know if you’d be willing to do a scene with me, baby.”
He made a happy noise, and kissed my chest. He rolled over to look at me. “Mmmm. What kind of scene?”
I gulped. “Well… you know how I wanna explore my exhibitionist side, right?”
He nodded again. “Yeah. What did you have in mind?”
I broke into a nervous smile. Oh, jeez. It was too much. I whispered the idea in his ear. It took over a minute to get through the whole thing.
He gave me a serious look. “You really want to try that… at the Dungeon.”
I nodded. “If you’re the one doing it, yes. I think I do.”
He took a deep breath, and blew it out. He’d made up his mind.
“Okay, baby. If that’s what you want…”
~~~
I had body issues. I had full, round breasts, and thick hips. I didn’t love the way I looked, and took serious coaxing to believe Jason when he told me I was beautiful.
I didn’t wear bikinis to the beach. I wore a one-piece and a long robe. I was shy, everywhere but the bedroom.
In the bedroom, I was shameless. I did things for Jason that my mother said good girls didn’t do. (Like I was trying to be a good girl. Hah!)
I loved him. I loved his body. And he loved me.
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