by M. P. Lodi
“What would you do if he were into spanking you? Like if he grabbed you tonight. Would you use the safe-word?”
Em moved to her right, into Jen as she made a pained face. “Honestly my ass still hurts a bit. If he wanted to keep doing it I'll have to make sure he learns how. You can't brutalize an ass like he did to mine.”
“Keep this quiet, don’t even tell Jackson.” She leaned closer to Jen and softly said “I think he's taking steroids again. He's not stable when he does.”
They both turned to face the room's entrance as they heard Noah and Jackson talking. Both of their men walked in.
Noah said “Jen...you don't have to worry about the situation. My people, or our people are on it. Jackson can talk to you later, I just had my fill of such talk and I know you and Em are going to happy. Especially sometime in the next few weeks we're all guessing.”
Jen looked at Jackson, as he gave her an assured comforting smile. She said “Thank God, I can't live in fear like this, the stress is killing me. Knowing that this guy is out there creeps me out.”
Just then Jackson's cell rang. He answered “Hey, are your men here already?”
Noah looked right at Jackson as he spoke to the caller. “What time is it all set for?”
Jackson nodded. After another ten seconds he said “OK, thank You. Noah is coming out to talk with you guys.”
“That's my cue, excuse me ladies, I'll be back in a little while.” Noah said.
Emily looked at him as he started walking away “Hey, you leaving me by myself?”
He turned “No, like I said I'll be back in like thirty minutes, important plans are being made.”
As he walked out of the room, Emily looked towards Jackson “Why the secrecy? It's not like you two don't tell the two of us everything.”
Jen smiled in agreement and looked at her husband. Jackson walked over to the bar, and started fixing himself a drink. “Like Noah said, he'll be right back. All will be revealed soon, and if you two want to ever trust us, now is the time to, and not ask for every detail about what's going on. We're talking major 'Mission Impossible' style set up. Noah will fill you in later Em. I'll tell Jen the rest tonight too. Jen, your glass is empty, iced tea right?”
“No thanks, I'm feeling really full and have to use the ladies room.” Jen said.
Emily looked at Jen “Secrets on top of secrets. Men love playing their games. I'll join you.”
She looked her best friend in her eyes “And we love them for it.” They shared a giggle that they were sure Jackson didn't hear.
“What are you two talking about?” he asked from behind the bar, as he put ice in a glass.
“Nothing dear, we'll talk tonight and have an exchange of information. They both got up off of the love seat and started walking to the bathroom.”
“Oh, it's like that is it?” He said that smiling. Jen turned to wink at him and left the room with Em.
Jen
Later that night, as Jackson was in their bathroom Jen decided to surprise him. She had gone out with Em a few times to various stores in the Dallas area over the last few weeks for a surprise. That was before the new scare had her worrying about what was going to happen.
When her husband came out of his bath, he was wearing only a towel and stopped cold to stare at Jen all decked out in leather. His mouth was wide open, as she lay on their bed wearing a sexy short black leather skirt, black leather thigh high boots, and a leather bra that accentuated her breasts. Jackson was impressed so much that his eyes almost came out of his head.
He stood there for what must have been at least eight or so seconds, with his mouth open. Jen finally said “You obviously like what you see.”
He walked over to the bed, and dropped his towel to the ground. He was getting hard just looking at her in that outfit.
“That is hot. I knew I married you for a reason.” He joked.
“Very funny mister. You won't be laughing soon.”
She got up off of the bed and stood next to him. I'm as tall as you are with these four inch heels. Tonight's different. I know you love to dominate me, and I love you doing it more than anything, but this one time I want to let you feel what it's like to do that slow masturbation thing we read about in that book Joy of Sex. Remember you saying you'd love to feel that supposed 'ultimate sensation for a male' as that book described it?”
Jackson was getting hard in no time. It bulged through the towel around his waist. He stared at her breasts, and those boots were a sight, she knew. Weeks earlier Jen went so far as to ask him what his favorite kind of heel was and had him show her the exact kind he would prefer. Armed with that information, she had bought the boots and outfit wanting to turn him on insanely. The plan worked perfectly. His reaction to her in the outfit made her day.
“If I were into worshiping a woman, I would right now, you are a sight. We have to take some photos.” He turned around and looked for his cell.
“Well... no photos and I want you to lay down on the bed.”
“Hold on...about that slow masturbation thing, I'm the one who ties you down. We have the most fun like that. I'm not sure I can handle not being able to move and being frustrated like that over and over as that book said.”
“Well Mister, there's always the safe-word, and later, if you aren't man enough to take a little sexual frustration while I do this to you, well then you can dominate me. How's that for a plan? You pussy out and can't handle it, and we switch roles.”
“That... sounds like a plan.” He hopped on the bed eagerly and lay with his arms and legs spread after he threw the towel to the floor.
“Wow, now you seem quite enthusiastic.”
“I love the outfit. This is like Halloween when I dressed like a cop for you. I guess you're my own private dominatrix for the night that I get to dominate after I order you to untie me.” Jen only smiled.
She was excited, and crawled on top of him. She took the pre-fixed rope and started tying Jackson’s right hand to the bed. Her breasts were right in his face. “Jackson, listen to me, look in my eyes, not at my breasts for a minute. Focus.” He stopped staring at her leather clad breasts.
“I really want to give that experience to you. You never did anything like it, you told me. So my challenge then is let’s see who caves first. You begging me to untie you, in effect admitting I'm stronger than you are, or me listening to your orders to untie you and you then dominating me. This will show us both who the stronger willed partner is. I say I'll win and have more self-control. You up for the challenge?”
“God, I love the view. The leather smells nice too.” He said as he held his nose close to her bra and took a whiff.
“Did you not hear what I just said?”
“I heard you, yes I'm up for the challenge and yes you will do as I tell you to do long before I surrender. And whoever wins, the best part is we both win. This is kind of a no lose scenario.” He looked at her breasts and outfit.
She secured his right hand, then stretched the other way and tied his left hand to the bed post. Jackson stared at her breasts some more and licked his lips.
He said “Why are you so fantastic? Don't answer that.”
“I wish I could suck on those breasts. I didn't realize until now how awesome leather looked on you. You need to dress like this more often.” She finished with his hands. He tested his bonds.
“I'll tie you down every day if you want.”
“I didn't say that, I said you need to dress like this more often. Don't get confused, after tonight's little experiment you'll be in your proper position. I'm going to enjoy dominating you all decked out like this. You are insanely hot and I think I'm more into leather outfits seeing you like this.”
“She turned around and went to tie his ankles. As she started to tie his right ankle to the bedpost, she turned around and saw him staring at her ass.
“You like what you see?”
“Hell yeah, your ass is even hotter in leather than it usually is in those sexy dresses
that I bought you.”
She secured both of his ankles over the next two minutes. Jackson took in the view. Jen loved how much her man was into her. She was a little unsure about being confident enough to do what she needed to do. To let him know what it feels like to be frustrated and forced to let his hard cock go limp, and then excited again, and then back down again, and maybe a third time repeated without him getting off. She knew this would blow his mind like that book said. She wasn't sure though that she could turn him down when he orders her to untie him. That was to be her challenge.
That book 'The Joy of Sex' said it was the most intense sexual orgasm that a man can achieve once he is allowed to cum after being frustrated as such for at least two or three times in a row. It said the tension rises each time and the sexual release almost multiplies. Since Jackson admitted he never had such a sensation, she had to do it for him. It was against her nature to be dominant, but she loved him so much that she would do anything to please him.
She got off of the bed and took in the view of her man, now at her mercy. “Try to get free, I want to see you struggle a little for a change.”
He smiled, then tested the ropes holding his wrists and ankles to the posts. She did a great job and he looked helpless enough. Struggling against resistance wasn't the turn on for him as it was for her. She knew.
She crawled back onto the bed, and lay to his left on her side. Her head on his chest, letting him smell her hair. With her left hand she started to stroke him. He was already hard the entire time while she tied him down. She stopped stroking him, turned around to her nightstand and opened the drawer. She took out a bottle of lubricant, the kind that heats up if you blow on it. It's called Liquid Love and smells like strawberries.
“I'm fucking horny, how about mounting me and lets do this or untie me so I can have my way with you.” She looked at him and smirked as she closed the drawer to her night table.
“That's fast, I haven’t even started yet. It's tempting but I promised to let you know how it feels. Your problem is you've never been frustrated before. You're in for it now.”
She applied the liquid love lotion after getting into position, with her legs in between his she sat facing him. He was already frustrated and fought against the ropes for a couple of seconds. His cock was as hard as it gets, and she massaged his cock, putting lotion all over it. Paying extra attention to his head, and squeezing his shaft downward.
Jackson never liked his balls being played with, so all of her attention was on his shaft and head. After four pumps of his cock, he was already almost moaning. She figured now was the best time to show him her resolve. She stroked him harder applying more pressure, then used both of her hands to swirl around the head of his penis. His eyes closed and he made a few grunts, trying again to free his hands.
After just a minute he was looking like he was already about to come. That was way too fast and if she let him that would defeat the whole purpose of the experiment. She let go of his cock and pulled back. She sat there looking at him as his cock was ignored. That's part of the frustration, to not be able to stimulate yourself while your partner was in control.
“This is not cool Jen. I'm not a fan of this slow masturbation shit. OK...untie me so I can show you what's needed here right now.”
Jen shook her head. “Sorry dear. I'm the one calling the shots right now. If you think you can stop me, do it. Admit I'm the stronger one in this relationship. Admit I have more willpower than you.”
He fought some more against the ropes, the heavy bed didn't move at all. With all of his muscles and strength, and totally awesome body at her mercy, she stared down at his chest, then arms and shoulders. Her man was all tied down and it was more of a turn on knowing that she wouldn't be just letting him go when he ordered her to do so. Somehow in her mind, she imagined the roles reversed and wanted to let him go. But first she had to win the challenge. She loved him more than anything and in her mind had to let him experience what he never had. Even if it went against her own submissive nature.
She got off of the bed, walked over to the radio and put some music on. Jazz, or as Jackson called it 'Elevator music'. He never liked Jazz.
His cock was still rock hard, and bobbed there as he struggled some more. “Untie me, I need to fuck badly. This is not cool.”
She stood next to the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Excuse me, but as I see it you're not doing a damned thing so pipe down or I'll get something to gag you. We have that nice ball-gag that you bought for me that we didn't even take out of the plastic yet.”
“You better not.” He struggled some more, the way she tied him spread to the posters didn't leave him much struggling room. He couldn't reach the knots on his wrists at all.
She watched as he struggled some more, his cock still bobbing around. She was controlling herself more than he was, she guessed.
“Honey, untie me.” She shook her head.
“Even though I'm the one tied, I know you can't handle this. You'll give in first. Watch. I can be holding you down and fucking you right now. I'll do what you love, prevent you from talking too. Maybe grab your hair the way you love.”
The words went through Jen, like tiny sparks of pleasure tingling her inside. She knew she could give in and be the weaker partner, and have him fuck her real well. She also knew that the more she frustrated him, the more intense his and her pleasure would be when she finally did give in to his demands.
“I told you I'm up to the challenge. Poor penis won’t be getting any action. How does that make you feel? To not be able to touch it, held by all of those knots, and by your woman.” She taunted him the way he had done with her numerous times.
He grunted. “Frustrated...but I can handle it.”
She walked over to the sitting area of their bedroom to the left. It had a love seat and large screen TV. She sat down and turned the TV on.
“Hey, you're leaving me tied up while you watch TV, that's fucked up.”
“I want you to lose your hard-on, remember. You not seeing me should help, since as you say I look hot. I don't want to overexcite you when we need a soft penis for this game to go on.” He lay on the bed quietly. She didn't turn around to look once and put on an episode of The Big Bang Theory.
After about ten minutes she paused the episode of the show, and came over to him.
“I see you're nice and soft. You didn't beg or call for me even once.”
“Listening to Sheldon and the rest can make any hard on go down. Only that blonde woman, William Shatner's daughter is hot and dresses sexily.”
“You think she's better looking than I am?” She asked.
“No fucking way, hon. You are seriously hot. No competition.”
“Good boy” She crawled back onto the bed, and assumed the same position in between his legs. She poured more lotion in her hand, then started to spread it all over his cock.
Now it’s going to get real frustrating for you with your next hard-on. I think my big strong man is going to cave long before I will.”
“Psss.... Please, I'm going to win.” He sounded almost like a snake with that 'psss' sound. She massaged the lotion all over his cock and started to stroke him. He stared at her breasts and face and started getting hard quickly. “You're going down. You'll be begging me very soon, and guess what? I still won’t be letting you go.” His hard cock grew quickly. He grew as hard as he would get faster than usual. It was almost a speed hard on. The book was right. Jen knew right then and there that she had to hold on to give him that slow masturbation feeling that they read about. She was a woman on a mission of love, but inside dying to free Jackson so he would have his way with her. She massaged his cock as he eagerly watched. He watched her every move. He was the one tied and at her mercy, yet he observed her like she was tied and at her mercy.
Emily
Noah said “I don't see an issue or a problem.” He said that to a mystery man he was speaking to on his cell. “OK and I'll tell Jackson the details. Take
care.”
Noah hung up and looked at Emily. They were both laying on the bed, Emily with her head and upper body in front of Noah's, laying on him as he held her from behind. They both were cushioned by at least seven or eight pillows propping them up as they watched TV in bed. “I need to go tell Jackson something, I'll be right back.”
“No...Jen made me promise to keep you in here if you wanted to speak with him.”
“Why's that?”
“She and he are enjoying some private time and can't be disturbed. Wait until like ten, it's still early, what is it?” She looked at the alarm clock on her night table. It's only 8:38 pm. Let’s give them a few hours.”
“I guess it can wait. You can keep me busy by blowing me, you know.” She turned to face him. “How about I handcuff you to the bed? She reached over to her night table, opened the drawer and took out the police cuffs.
“Are you on crack? It’s a turn off for me to not be able to move. Remember I'm the control nut in this relationship. I need to be in control at all times. You said you were fine with that, tell me now if that's suddenly not true.”
She looked at him meekly “You know I love you in control.”
“Then why?
“Then why... what?” She asked
“Why are your lips not on my cock right now? Do I need to spank that ass like that last time? If you have a need to cry and beg we can make that happen again right now. He put his strong hand under her chin, holding her neck.
“Should I guide your mouth to my cock? You need a little more coaxing?”
She pulled herself up, pulling her neck free from his hand. “No, you prick. I'll blow you.”
“That's my girl. But I have to warn you, if your lips aren't working it within ten seconds, your ass is mine. You think the other night was rough, I can see you in tears in less than one minute, I promise you. 1, 2, 3...”
She immediately moved over and positioned herself above his cock, and with her right hand grabbed his shaft as her mouth went to work. Noah closed his eyes and lay his head back on the pillow. What an arrogant bad boy asshole he could be. And Emily loved everything about him.