bound and gagged

when he woke up he tried to remember how he got here. he remembered going out the night before…but that was it. and now he lay in a bed, unable to move because he was tied down and blindfolded. he could smell vanilla and weed, and he heard someone moving around the room.
“help, can u help untie me?”
he heard feminine laughter and heard the door close, then he heard silence. he drifted off again, fighting it but eventually he had to give in. when he woke again he felt hands slide down his chest, he could smell vanilla again. the bed shifted as he felt the other person lean down close to him. he felt breasts resting on his chest, and lips next to his ear.
“be quiet, don’t speak. all you are allowed to say is 2 things. do u understand?”
he paused then nodded his head.
“okay, good boy. now the only 2 things u are allowed to say are “Please, more.”  say it.”   she ordered.
“please, more”
“good…. the other thing u are allowed to say is “please, no more”…say it.”
“please, no more”
“good”
her voice was like velvet rubbing him. he was trying to remember how he had ended up here… but her lips touched his and he decided to just enjoy what was going on.
she kissed him for a little, she kissed him thoroughly till he was breathless and desiring more than a kiss. he felt her climb onto the bed and felt her thighs? next to his face.
“stick your tongue out slave.”
he complied and tasted her other mouth, he needed no instructions now. he did his best to lick as best as he could. his tongue snaked around- even though he was limited because he could not use his hands he put forth his best effort. after a few minutes she pushed back more onto his face and instructed him to lick in the way she preferred-he complied. he could taste her, juicy and sweet. he could smell nothing but vanilla and taste nothing but honey.
after he lost track of time she pulled herself away from him and he felt her lips on his straining erection- that’s when he realized he was completely naked. she sucked him in gently and he was blown away. she licked and sucked and did things in a way he never felt anyone do before to him. he could not remember anyone else ever doing it the way she was.
but just as he got caught into the moment she pulled away and got up off of the bed. he heard her move around the room- but was relieved to hear that she was not leaving. she came back over to the bed, he heard a package tear and felt her unroll a condom over him. he laid there wondering what she would do next… he didnt have to wait long. she climbed on top of him and slid him into her. she felt just right, she pushed him all the way inside and sat there for a second before raising her hips up off of him. she rode him in slow long strokes. he enjoyed it- but wished she would go faster.
she went at her own pace. teasing and sliding him in deep as he would go, then lifting up slowly almost coming off of him. testing the depths she only slid down halfway on him and pulled back up. she repeated going halfway down 5 times, then slid him deep on the 6th stroke. he started counting her rythm in his head as she kept her own pace. eventually she started going at a faster speed. bracing her hands on his chest for balance. she lowered and raised herself so many times he started losing count because she was bucking against his body now.
she had changed the rythm so suddenly that he was at a loss. but he knew not to complain- somehow he knew if he said anything she would get up and leave him there.  so he lay back and enjoyed the ride.  he felt he climaxing on top of him and when she finished she got off of him and pulled the comdom off too. he thought she was just going to leave him there- but he was wrong. her hands slide over him and stroked him slowly at first, and then she found a rythm that started pulling him to orgasm. he came all over her hands and then he felt a warm wet rag wiping him clean.
after a while she spoke.
“did you enjoy yourself?”
“please, more” was all he said
she laughed softly, patted his stomach
“would you like to come back and play again?”
“please, more”
“good boy.”
he felt her undo his hands and rub his wrists gently. then she eased off the blindfold. he was staring up into the green eyes of the bartender from the night before.
she smiled and put a finger up to her lips shaking her head no. she stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead and walked over to the dresser, picked something up and walked back over.
she laid a card on his chest.
“call me… and we can meet again.”
then she pulled on her clothes and left the room.
he took in his surroundings and realized he was in a cheap hotel room, he got up and got dressed. he turned the card over in his hands and noticed there was phone number and the name Mystress on the front, and a number on the back. his number was #68. he wondered what that meant, then realized it didn’t matter.
he left the hotel room, with the little card tucked tightly in his wallet. knowing certainly he would be calling her soon….