It was just too, too ridiculous.It was just too, too ridiculous. True, as I had told J, I fantasize about being tied down and forced to have fantastic orgasms until I was too exhausted to cry for mercy, but somehow I didn't connect my fantasies with that ludicrous leather- scene reality. He asked me what was going on in my head, and I explained, still suppressing giggles and snorts. He nodded thoughtfully, paused, and flipped the comforter off my nakedness. Instinctively, my hands flashed to cover myself again, but I couldn't stop laughing. He took something out of the bedside table. Suddenly he rolled me over on my stomach and straddled my back. One at a time he pulled my arms to my sides and pinned them there with his legs. Still laughing, I twisted left and right to try and see what he was doing. I couldn't. Gently, he twined my hair in his hand and pulled my head back. He didn't try to hurt me, but I had to arch my neck back and lift my upper torso off the bed to relieve the pulling on my hair. "Hey, come on..." I tried to say. Something was forced against my half-open mouth. He held it with one hand and pulled gently but insistently on my hair with the other. "Open your mouth," he said, "all the way." I tried to say `It is open,' but it just came out a garbled burble and the thing slipped in a little more. I couldn't shake him loose or force it out with my tongue, and he couldn't get it in any further unless I opened my mouth more. We remained at this impasse for a moment more, until I foolishly tried to say something else around the object and he forced it in a little more. Finally, still smiling to myself, I capitulated and relaxed my jaw as much as I could. |