I already knew what time it was when I walked in and He was sitting in this particular chair. You see, there were so many chairs in the lineup that allowed us to share amazing experiences with one another. This particular chair meant that I was about to be tied and teased. Anytime I saw Him sitting in this chair, I was to go and change into the cute little white number that exposed my nipples and clit. White was our color of submission. It also came with a blindfold to ensure the element of surprise. What He didn’t know is that I’d known for the last 2 weeks that He was planning this, so I decided to do a little surprising of my own.
He was so predictable.
Earlier that day, I’d had some last-minute shopping to do for a trip we had coming up. Before leaving out, I’d prepared his favorite tea. Peppermint. Only this time, with a twist. If I timed it just right, I knew the exact moment he’d be too mellow to move. I had roughly 2 hours to do what I needed to do. Upon his first sip, I’d set my watch and walked out the door.
As I was walking onto the porch, I peeped into the window and noticed him getting ready to sit. Carefully watching his face, I caught my moment. It was time.
Walking in, I grabbed the 2 pair of handcuffs that I conveniently had in my purse, walked around to the back of the chair and cuffed each wrist to a leg. I tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair. He looked up at me, saying “This is NOT the way this goes.” I gave him the most innocent of my looks and walked away. When I went to change into what He expected, I chose another color. Black. Black meant that I was in charge. That I was being powerful. I was taking control of the narrative. He had no idea that He was about to beg for me “to have mercy on Him.” I’d learned from the best as I’d secretly listened to every conversation He’d had with his homeboys as they high-fived over shared stories in the Man Cave. I re-entered the room from behind so he couldn’t see that I wasn’t in what I supposed to be in. Which I’m sure he knew because I mean, he was cuffed and tied to the chair. I sprayed the air with our favorite aphrodisiac, Poire Charnelle. It was a customized creation of our sex pheromones with hints of fresh, juicy, ripe pear. Something we’d created on one of our taboo trips. It instantly awakened the beast in the both of us. I heard the pleasure in him as he got a whiff of our scent. Licking the back of his neck, I slid my pussy scented wrist across his nose to awaken ALL of him. Placing my right hand on his left shoulder, I walked around to give him a look at what I was wearing. His mouth dropped open because it was a look he was least expecting. I never wear black. Black is his color. Fully laced one piece with my ass and pussy out. I stepped back and slowly turned giving him a full 360 view. Walking back to him, I grabbed the scissors off the shelf of things we keep handy and cut the front of his boxers up each thigh, folded the cut down exposing all that belonged to me. He was rock hard. I kissed the tip of his dick. Licked the under part of his shaft from his balls to the base of his head. Looked up at him, licked my lips, and sucked, allowing my tongue to explore the roundness of his head. I allowed a tiny amount of drool to escape my mouth. Not that I needed the lubrication because my pussy was already dripping with anticipation. But it was the effect of the nastiness I wanted to give. Rising, I put both my feet on the bottom support of the chair, straddled him and slid down in slow motion. I grabbed the back of the chair and begin to ride him just the way he’d taught me.
Nice and slow, to the sensual melodies of Freddie Jackson’s You Are My Lady, that I was playing in my head. Funny because he knows me so well, he told me just was I was mentally listening to. Leveraging myself with chair, I stood up and dropped back down on his dick. It was time to switch it up a bit. I mean, after all, I was in charge. Standing up again, I repeated the motion. Several times. Alternating between grinding and bouncing. Switching up again, I threw my ass back, instead of up, looked him dead in his eyes and came in on his dick from that same angle. “Oh shit,” slipped his lips and his eyes lit up. He wasn’t prepared. He growled as he realized he wasn’t able to grab my ass and hold me in position because his hands were currently unavailable. I rode him at this angle, coming completely off his dick and back on. As if his dick and my pussy were magnets that aligned perfectly every time, never missing his entrance of satisfaction.
“Damn baby. Who’s fucking who?”
“Me, Daddy. I’m fucking you!”
I felt his dick quickened as this was his first sign of exploding. I sat and allowed my pussy to tighten, following the rhythm of his heartbeat a couple of seconds. Then I stood up, backed away and watched him.
He had a look of “how dare you” on his face. I gave him a “not yet” wink and sashayed away.
Ten minutes later, I crawled back to him. Starting from his left ankle, I licked all the way up his thigh, across his torso, and back down to his right ankle. Standing, I snatched what was left of his boxers from under him. Turning around, I bent over in his face and spread my ass cheeks, exposing the soft bedazzles I’d just aligned my crevices with. Giving him another whiff of fresh Poire Charnelle. He moaned. He so badly wanted a lick. I grabbed my ankles and bounced. Backing my ass up, I dropped, perfectly. Allowing his dick to enter my softly lubricated ass. My pain. His pleasure. I rode. Up. Down. Slow circles. When I rose, the Unicorn Horn I’d inserted in my pussy suctioned itself to the seat of the chair and I rode them both. Getting my pleasure, I released. I stood, leaving my nectar to flow down the horn and under his ass. Turning around to face him, I straddled the chair once more. I rode him until the chair began to sing its own tunes to the slapping of my ass against his thighs. Feeling him getting ready to let go, I leveraged myself above him once again and dropped perfectly. Because I was in control, I threw my ass back again. I saw his sweet white juice in an attempt to escape. As he began to release, I threw my ass back again. Unable to hold out any longer, he broke the chains of the cuffs, simultaneously shooting his juice that somehow perfectly united with my pussy, he grabbed my cheeks, snatched me down and held me in place as he let go of his satisfaction into HIS pussy. Dropping my head on his shoulder, I came again in pure ecstasy.