"OOOOOOOOO! Harder!" she moaned as I pinched and twisted gently."OOOOOOOOO! Harder!" she moaned as I pinched and twisted gently. "Be quiet! I'll decide what I do, when, and how!" "But it feels sooooo good! Don't stop!" she said, pressing her ass back against my crotch. "I'll decide what YOU do, too, and the first thing you're going to do is take off MY clothes! NOW!" It took a while, using her teeth and tongue, to work my T-shirt up to my arms. I sat down to make it easy for her to completely remove. When she had finished I stood up again, and suddenly moved away from her. "Now, the shorts!" It took her a minute or two to find me, and she had to get onto her knees to grab the waistband to pull them down. As soon as she had uncovered it, she laughed greedily as her lips made a beeline for my cock. Pushing her head away I said "I didn't tell you to suck on me, I told you to take off my shorts! That's going to cost you, too!" I didn't exactly stand still and make the job easy for her. She was laying on the floor with her head at my feet when she finally had the shorts down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and told her to stand up. "From the time that simple job took, I don't think you've EARNED the snack you wanted yet." I picked up the shorts, and looked at her. She stood there, legs apart, and arms pinned to her sides with her fingers fluttering as she swayed and turned slightly trying to figure out where I was and what I was doing. I grabbed her hair and forced the shorts into her mouth as she gasped in surprise. A wide rubber strap held them in place, the smooth black contrasting nicely with her fair complexion and the brown leather of the blind fold. A short strap, about six inches long, quickly materialized between her ankle cuffs. "Now, a bit of punishment for your bad attitude." I said matter-of- factly. She really began to squirm as I placed spring clamps on her nipples. "UUMMMMM UMMMMM UMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she protested. "What's the matter? Can't you speak either Dutch or English?" I asked. I sat down on the couch and lit another cigarette. "I need another beer." I suggested. As she hobbled out of the room to get it, I moved the coffee table away from the couch. |