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Insurance Policy
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*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*
"Hello?" I mumbled into the receiver, my eyes not even
open.
"It's me, Tracey." My cock went to half-mast. "I have a hot
date tonight." she continued, "And I need some insurance."
Full mast. "Do you still have the pair I gave you last
time?" I remained silent. "Shave everything, wear them all
day, and be over here by 5:00. And don't be late or I may
keep you all weekend."
"Yes Tracey." I meekly replied.
"Good, see you then." And she hung up.
Tracey's insurance policy. That was me. Or should I say my
discomfort. Or was it my heaven? I'd given up trying to
figure it out months ago. Either way, she had me, and she
knew it. And so did I. Tracey and I had an off and on
relationship for quite some time. We both cared deeply for
each other, but it was never quite the spark for a long
term, not going to see any one else kind of thing. With us
it was more physical than spiritual. Which is probably why
we stayed friends instead of lovers.
We helped each other out. We also learned some strange and
interesting things about each other. She learned that buy
dressing me up in her things, and applying some ropes, she
could produce an instant erection. "Erection on demand" she
some times referred to it. I learned that when she was
really attracted to a guy, she usually slept with him on
the first date, which surprisingly ruined the relationship
many times. While sitting around drunk with her, debating
her latest screw up, she decided that what she really
needed was to get laid before going on that first date - to
take the edge off. Kind of like that movie 'Something about
Mary'. She needed insurance to make sure she could control
herself. And she decided that I would be that insurance.
So when Tracey called me and said she needed insurance, I
knew just what it meant. She needed me and my 'erection on
demand' at her place, so she could grab a piece before her
real date. And to ensure I'd be ready to perform on demand,
she would dress me up and tie me up and then screw herself
silly on me, and then leave me there for when she got back.
If she got back. She told me this was added insurance
because she couldn't really bring a guy back to her
apartment with me trussed up on her bed. And if the date
went well, and she returned horny - I was all ready for her
to use. On those rare occasions when she couldn't help
herself, she'd go home with her date, and I'd remain there
tied up for hours and hours on end. Personally I think she
also got off on the power trip. Dominating me before her
date put her on a power trip. Kind of leveled the playing
field in her mind. She wasn't a small, meek girl - hell,
she'd just hogtied a male!
Her instructions were clear and concise. She knew I'd
follow them. I always do. I really can't help my self. So I
got up and showered. I shaved everything, my cock, balls,
legs and armpits. I found the package of pantyhose she gave
me last time she untied me and sent me home. I pulled them
on, prepared for a day of sheer torture. These things would
gently massage my cock and balls all day, especially after
being shaved. I'd be in prime condition for her tonight.
Later that evening, I knocked on Tracey's door at about
4:55. I didn't want to be late. Once she had me tied up, I
was at her mercy. She knew that. She loved that. You could
see it n her eyes. Total control. She would never
intentionally hurt me. But sometimes I could see that look
in her eyes. She was savoring the power. So I didn't want
to give her any excuses.
As usual, she looked hot. Her face was done up to the max.
Tight tank top, showing off her cute belly button. Spandex
miniskirt, black stockings. Stiletto heels would be added
before she left. First things first though. She had a
devilish smile on her face. She reached down and grabbed at
my crotch. She inspected it.
"Very good, very good indeed!" She proclaimed after feeling
my nicely packaged crotch, growing larger in her hand.
"Hurry upstairs, I've got some things laid out for you on
the bed." She said as she gently pushed me up the stairs
sending me off with a slap on the butt.
I walked up the stairs, half dreading - half filled with
excitement. I looked on the bed. There were the usual coils
of ropes. Some leather belts. Plenty of scarves, pantyhose
and stockings. A pair of 5 inch heels with straps sat in a
box. And 'my red dress'. At least that's what Tracey called
it. It was straight out of the 70's or 80's. Bright, bright
red. Spandex. Very tight. Very short. And very stretchy.
The only way I can think of to describe it was like those
old parachute pants rock stars used to wear. The fabric was
gathered at the seams and hung looser on the rest fabric.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be right up." I heard her
call.
And so once again I was over come by my desires. Maybe I
could have talked my self out it before I saw all those
sexy, silky things. But not now. I resigned myself. I
stripped off my clothes. I picked up the black spandex
thong panty and stepped into them. These were followed by a
matching bra. I opened up a new pair of 'Total Control'
pantyhose and slid them up my legs, pulling them tight to
my crotch, then smoothing them. I was already in pain when
I arrived - bad case of blue balls. Now I was so hard it
literally hurt. I pulled the dress over my head. It was a
struggle, but eventually I got it to stretch enough to pull
down. Damn! It was even shorter than I remembered. The hem
was a lot closer to my waist than to my knees.
I sat on the bed putting on the shoes, and buckled the
straps. I would not be kicking these babies off. Then I
waited. I had to adjust my cock several times as the
pantyhose were quite tight, wrenching my member tight
against my stomach. I was nervous. I was embarrassed. I was
humiliated. And God was I horny. If she didn't tie me up
quickly, I wasn't sure I could prevent my self from
masturbating.
As I waited, trying to sit the way I thought a women would,
Tracey sauntered into the room.
"How's my girl doing tonight?" she asked with a slight
giggle in her laugh. She was already getting high on the
power trip. "Why you look good enough to eat, I'm tempted
to cancel my date and spend the evening teasing you."
I turned even redder.
"Stand up, hands behind your back, little girl." I
complied.
She grabbed some rope, encircled my wrists several times
and cinched it tight. I was in heaven. She grabbed a longer
coil and started on my upper arms. Several loops behind my
back, then a dozen or so around my body. I was helpless.
Tracey was proof positive you didn't need to be a Boy Scout
to tie knots.
"Over to the vanity" she scooted me. She guided me down to
the stool. "A little lipstick... a little blush... a little
mascara..." she spoke to no one in particular as she
applied each. "One of these times I'm going to have to get
your ears pierced. It would be just divine." She teased.
When she was satisfied with her work she helped me stand up
and guided me to the bed. Three more coils of rope and I
was bound at the ankles, above and below the knees and
again at mid thigh. I was completely helpless. I could
barely sit up on my own - a slight push would topple me
over, and I'd stay there till Tracey decided otherwise.
"I was surfing the 'net last night, you know, for ideas,"
she continued "and I saw some of the neatest gags. I've got
a new one for you." She declared as she balled up a pair of
panties. "Open please." I complied.
She stuffed them in. And then another one. Then a pair of
pantyhose. My mouth was getting full. She picked up a scarf
and tied a loose knot in the middle. That also went in my
mouth. It was pulled tight behind my head, forcing the
entire package in my mouth deeper. My jaws were stretched
taut. Then came a long piece of spandex - it was shaped
like a short Ace bandage, but looked like a silky scarf.
This she wrapped very tightly around my head several times.
I didn't think it was possible, but my gag was pushed even
deeper into my mouth.
"What do you think?" she asked as she tweaked my nipple
just hard enough to get a yelp out of me.
Silence.
"Perfect!" She proclaimed.
She gently pushed me backwards and over I fell. She hoisted
my legs onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
"My sweet little slut." she purred.
I could see that look in her eyes. That scary look. Like a
cat that has a mouse, and both of them know it. I was so
hard that even the supper tight panty hose couldn't keep
pole from standing out. It's really a wild feeling when
your cock is fighting like hell against pantyhose. And the
pantyhose are winning.
She stroked my face. My hair. Slowly she worked her way
down my body towards my raging erection. Every so lightly
she stroked it up and down. An involuntary moan escaped my
throat - but I could barely hear it in my head, the gag was
that effective.
"Would my little girl like some relief?" She spoke with
that little girly voice women use so effectively? She
wasn't just looking at me, she was eating me alive with her
eyes.
"As much as I would like to stay I do have prior
commitments." With that she slowly pulled the hem of my
dress up to my waist. "So big... so hard." She said to
herself as she traced the out line of my cock through they
pantyhose.
I was in heaven. I was ready to explode just on the feel of
the nylon. She paused for a few minutes, just lightly
stroking me. I was breathing heavily through my nose. My
head was spinning. This feeling is why I was here. She knew
it as well as I. This is why she can simply call me on the
phone and tell me I will be at her apartment. And she knows
I'll be there.
Slowly she pulled down my pantyhose. With more freedom, my
cock was able to stand out a little farther. She pulled
down my panties and finally my cock and balls were free!
"So nice and smooth, with out all that yucky hair." She
said as she rolled my balls gently in her hands. Her eyes
were glued to my shaft. It was her prize.
She quickly pulled off her pantyhose and mounted me. Her
pussy was already dripping as she plunged my shaft in to
herself. I was no longer her friend. I was her pet cock.
That's all the mattered at this point. I was in my heaven,
and she was in hers. She bounced on me like a women
possessed. She would be cuming very soon, and so would I.
She must have been able to feel my pending orgasm, as she
reached underneath and grabbed my balls and gave them a
slight squeeze. Just enough to cool off my sex drive.
She came, and came loudly. With each wave crashing over her
body, her hand would spasm and squeeze my balls harder. My
cock was hard, but I was in no position to explode. The
pain was enough to keep me from reaching my summit. I
screamed to her to please let me cum, but only barely
audible grunts escaped the gag. When she was finished, she
climbed off me - my balls still in her hands. She laid down
beside me tying to catch her breath. She was sweaty, and
had that afterglow she always gets after tying me up and
screwing herself. Me? I was beside myself with lust. I had
come so close to orgasm, only to be stopped by her
caressing hand.
She propped herself up on one elbow, still rubbing my
balls. "Man that was good, we have just got to do this more
often." She spoke with that look in her eyes again. That
look like 'I've got you and you can't do a damn thing about
it.'
My cock was twitching, like it was having a seizure. It was
just denied what it's been craving all day, and it couldn't
understand why. She picked up a washcloth that I hadn't
noticed laying on the night table and proceeded to clean me
up. Damn! It was ice cold! My cock immediately started to
retreat. And all Tracey could do was giggle.
"I want to save that for when I get home tonight, a right
now you don't look like it wouldn't take much..."
When she was finished she pulled up my panties, adjusted my
cock so it would point straight up and my balls would be
front and center to feel the effects of the super tight
pantyhose. Then she pulled up the pantyhose, making sure
they were nice and tight in my crotch. She adjusted my nuts
one more time, again, to feel maximum amount of pressure by
the hose. Down came the dress hem.
"There, all nice and pretty again." She said as she patted
my balls, causing me jump as much as my bondage would
allow. Which wasn't a whole lot.
"I've got to shower and dress, my date will be here in
about 45 minutes. But don't worry, I'll be back to say
goodbye before I go. And maybe add some ropes. You look
like you can still move a little." And with that she was
off the bathroom.
I laid there, not that there was much else I could do.
Thanks to the nylon and ropes, I was at full mast again.
And my cock was again trapped in spandex. It hurt like hell
now. My balls, swollen with cum, ached terribly. I heard
Tracy singing loudly in the shower, and thought I would
never make it till tonight. I would explode. That's it.
Just explode. My whole body would go off like a bunker
buster. But it didn't. I just laid there, unable to move an
inch. And I tried. I could bend my knees a little, roll a
little. But nothing else. I needed so bad to cum - but I
couldn't. It was maddening. My hips would convulse as if
trying to enter some imaginary cunt that just had to be out
there. But wasn't.
Lost in my own thoughts, desires and dreams I hadn't
noticed Tracey come back in the bedroom and sit next to me.
"Well I've got to run now slut." She said.
She looked stunning. Freshly bathed, scented and just a
hint of make up. She slowly stroked the out line of my
cock, causing it to twitch.
"I'm sure I won't be having as much fun as you will
tonight."
It was agonizing! It was maddening! I was floating some
where with only the ropes to hold me.
"I'm sure I don't look as good as you do." She said calling
my attention to her clothes. Spandex miniskirt, black
stockings, spandex tank top. 4 inch heels.
"Now to make sure you don't go anywhere." - yeah right,
like I could even move - "I'm going to tie you up some
more."
With that she rolled me over on my stomach. She grabbed my
ankles and pushed them up towards my ass. Oh no. Damn. She
was going to hogtie me. Again. A length of rope secured
them to my elbows. I was pulled tight like bow.
"And I don't need you looking through my things either."
She said as she blindfolded me with a scarf. "And be
careful now you don't fall off the bed. If you do it's your
own fault."
She must have kneeled down, because I could feel her lips
right next to my ear, I could feel her warm breath. "Thanks
so much, my little insurance policy!" My cock spasmed
again. "When I get back tonight, I'm going to blow your
roof off."
My balls gave a throb. She stuck her tongue in my ear. I
could not possibly get any closer to orgasm that I was at
this moment, but still unable to cross over.
I felt her get up and head towards the door. Or rather, I
felt her absence.
"That's if I get back tonight - you never know." And with
that she closed the door.
I heard the muffled sounds of her heels on carpeting fade
away.
'If she came back?'
And though I couldn't see them, I just knew she had the
look in her eyes. Who ever she was meeting tonight was in a
lot of trouble. She was in wildcat mode. And I was stranded
some where between heaven and hell. And here I would wait.
Wait for Tracey.
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