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Chapter 14
It was the following week and Eveline was headed home a little early so
that she could set things up in the bedroom before Gerry arrived in an
hour or so.
When she had awakened last week Gerry had already gone home and she had
been a little upset by his departure, since he had not wakened her to say
goodnight. But when her eyes strayed to the green digits of the clock
radio to see what time it was, they had found a piece of white A4 paper
folded up into the shape of a swan and this had made her smile. So,
origami was another of Gerry's hidden secrets... She picked up the swan,
which whilst admittedly fairly basic was something she couldn't have done.
Looking at it she saw that the folds of the paper contained Gerry's
distinctive handwriting, but she was unable to read the whole message.
Reluctant to unfold the swan since she would be unable to re-assemble it
afterwards, never-the-less she sat up in bed and unfolded it to see what
he had written. It was a brief thank you for the events of the evening and
he had signed it "see you at work tomorrow lover, G." She smiled and
hugged the sheet to her naked bosom, and lying back her fingers explored
the visible folds of the paper, trying to puzzle out how the swan had been
made. Finally she gave up and switching off the light, went back to sleep.
Now she picked up the paper which had lain on her bureau all week and
folding it carefully, she walked to the chest of drawers and placed it
under her lingerie in the top draw, not wanting him to see her
sentimentality over this simple thing, lest it scare him away, or affect
the sexual atmosphere later on.
She went out into the living room and took down a large mirror from one
wall and carrying it through into the bedroom she threw the pillows off
the bed and placed the mirror against the headboard, securing it from the
back with a piece of string so that it wouldn't get knocked off and broken
during any activity. Opening her wardrobe she reached down and took the
camera tripod from the bottom. Extending the three legs she placed it near
the top of the bed at a diagonal angle so that it faced the length of the
bed but would capture an image of both of them if one were behind the
other, rather than having it simply face on to the person who was to be at
the top of the bed. She bent down to the nearby plug socket and retrieved
the handheld camcorder from where it was on charge, and attached it to the
tripod, switching it on briefly to check the area in view was suitable,
and to check there was adequate recording space. Satisfied, she decided to
start the camera running now so that it would record their entrance to the
room as well.
Finally, she showered and changed out of her office clothes and donning
the usual hold-up stockings she climbed into a pair of figure hugging
stretch hipster jeans that showed off the curves of her bottom, and
accentuated the shapeliness of her thighs. Slipping on a pair of almost
non-existent impossibly high heeled black sandals, she went to the
wardrobe and selected a top that was of a very fine black see-through
material which made it obvious that she was wearing no bra but in a
flattering manner, and which was of a length such that it flowed down over
her hips, which was necessary for Gerry's arrival. It was a shame that it
was temporarily hiding her figure from the waist down though, she thought.
Still, she probably wouldn't be wearing it too long. Reapplying fresh
make-up and running a comb through her long hair she glanced at herself in
the mirror, and decided she was ready. Going through to the kitchen she
fixed herself a drink and settled down to wait for Gerry.
About fifteen minutes later Gerry knocked on the door and she let him in.
Their kiss lingered before she finally disentangled herself and pushed him
in the direction of the bathroom so that he could transform himself into
Tina. She had teased him about him not turning up fully in costume, but
she didn't really expect him to walk down to the garage at work, then
drive all the way here and park up and pass the security guard to whom she
had introduced him (so that he could be added to her visitors list, and
make his way up to her floor without question) whilst dressed in
unmistakeably feminine attire. Of course it was nobody else's business how
anyone dressed, but people could be very prejudiced about the sort of
things they were both into, and it seemed easiest to simply avoid
unnecessary trouble. She got enough of a kick from knowing that he was sat
at his desk wearing stockings under his trousers during working hours.
When he emerged a few minutes later, he looked as sexy as ever as Tina.
His lips pouted underneath red lipstick and his erection was already
visible underneath the tight black mini-skirt he wore. His long slender
legs were of course encased in stockings and ended in the usual black
stiletto heels. He was wearing a padded bra underneath his long-sleeved
lycra top, which had a v-shaped neckline, that added to his assumed
cleavage.
As she stalked over to him in her own heels, she kicked one of his legs
gently to indicate that she wanted him to spread them and then she pressed
herself against him and simply breathed in his scent for a few moments,
resting her head against his shoulder and allowing one hand to roam freely
over his chest and the curve of the bra, and then slipping it down his
side to his waist, where she moved it inwards and brushed lightly over his
erection.
She turned him around so that he faced the breakfast bar that separated
the kitchen and living room, legs still spread, and running both hands up
his back she pushed hard against his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend
forward so that he gripped the edge of the bar, as his buttocks pushed
backwards against her. Slipping her hands back down his sides she let them
continue on down his thighs where they quickly reached the hem of the
skirt and then, hands on the side of his thighs, she swiftly and roughly
forced the skirt up to his waist exposing the black silk knickers he wore
underneath.
Without pause she then pushed her hands into the waistband of the knickers
and yanked them down his thighs so that he was fully exposed, smiling
silently at his gasp of surprise.
He was breathing more heavily now his head thrown back, and as her hands
explored his hard cock she could feel he was wet at the tip. One hand
found the back of his neck, and grasping a handful of hair, pushed his
head down so that he could see nothing, as her other hand slid off his
penis and took a firm grip of his balls. Squeezing softly at first she
increased the pressure until he moaned with desire and then keeping that
grip on them let her other hand join the first, as she spent minutes
stroking up and down his cock, first just with one finger, and then
holding it firmly between fingertips and thumb, and finally grasping it
completely, her hand wrapped fully around it, her gripped tightening and
loosening alternately as her hand moved up and down. Her forefinger and
thumb formed a ring around the base of his cock and gave it a hard squeeze
before she let go with both hands. Tina briefly expressed disappointment
and pleading but then Eveline spread his buttocks with both hands and her
tongue was probing his anus, as he squirmed against her. Licking the line
between his balls and his anus her tongue pushed inside him as far as was
possible, and was then replaced by her forefinger, which rammed home right
to the joint as Tina let out a cry of shock and pain that even before it
finished became a cry of delight.
Pulling free again her hands slid down his legs to his ankles, and then
reached between them and pushed the barstool out of the way. Sliding
between his legs she turned and knelt, her tongue licking all around his
balls, her teeth ever so gently biting at the loose skin, before her
tongue journeyed the full length of his shaft and gently sucked the juices
away from the very tip. He groaned and tried to push himself into her face
so that she would take him fully into her mouth, it not even occurring to
him to disobey and remove his hands from the breakfast bar to make her do
so. Climbing up between his arms she stood and kissed him fully on the
mouth, and then took his arms from either side of her and put them behind
his back. Holding them there with one hand she took a pair of sturdy metal
handcuffs from her back jeans pocket and slipped them on to his wrists as
he stood there compliantly. Turning him around she placed one hand over
his cuffed hands and the other against the middle of his back and marched
him through to the bedroom.
As they entered she saw him instantly spot the camcorder set-up and saw
his eyes catch hers in the mirror at the head of the bed. The camcorder
would capture the pair of them for later use, but he would also be able to
see what she was doing behind him thanks to the angle of the mirror. He
would also be forced to watch himself unless he planned to close his eyes,
in which case she could always demand he watch anyway; after all he wasn't
allowed to refuse. Pushing him roughly onto the base of the bed, his hands
still behind his back so that he ended up with a face full of quilt, she
told him to move further up, and accordingly he lifted himself and crawled
up the bed to where she told him.
Taking the key, she undid the right handcuff and removed it and before he
was able to flex his wrists, pulled his right arm forward and clipped the
spare cuff shut around a leather belt that she had tied around the
bedpost, so that he could move his right arm and support himself on all
fours, but could not back away. As she leaned over him to do this, she
felt his left hand reached between her legs and moved upwards, but she
didn't want him to find something else that she had hidden just yet and
she quickly moved out of reach and slapped his hand away. Leaning back she
pushed his skirt back up to his waist from where it had moved during their
walk from the living room, and slapped his bare arse hard. He let out a
yelp of pain, but she could see he was already desperately horny despite
the fact that she had done comparatively little in terms of contact
sexually. Ignoring the stinging in her hand, but feeling rewarded by the
red hand-print now blossoming on his skin she reached into her other rear
jeans pocket and retrieved an identical set of cuffs, quickly grabbing his
errant left hand and attaching it with the cuffs to another leather belt
that was around the other bedpost.
Finally, she reached under the bed, and brought out the bar she frequently
used to spread his legs, although there was no need for her to force them
into position. Tina had transformed fully into a slut by now, and offered
his ankles willingly so that she easily slipped the leather cuffs around
them and fixed him in place. Now that he was secure, she relaxed a little
and ever so slowly pushed his lycra top up and over the bra. Her hands
undid the clasp at the back of the bra and then slid around him and under
the cups of the now loose bra, playing with his nipples until they were
hard and then tweaking them. Tina's buttocks were clenching and
unclenching and she slipped her hand down to his cock, which despite his
obvious desire and its wetness, had lost a little of its stiffness.
Grasping the shaft she slowly played with him, up and down in long steady
strokes until he was fully hard again. He moaned with pleasure and sighed
when she removed her hands again, but his eyes watched her in the mirror
as she moved slightly to the side so that he could see what was about to
happen.
Slowly she lifted her top over her head, exposing her breasts, the nipples
rock hard, and playfully squeezed them. Pushing her left breast upwards
she quickly licked at the nipple, her tongue just able to flick it, and
make it wet. Tina's eyes were thus distracted and did not notice the small
bulge inside her jeans, it being less visible since it was restrained by
the thicker material around the zip anyway. Watching his reaction in the
mirror, her eyes fastened on his face as he watched her hands, she slowly
undid the button on the jeans and unzipped them. As her hands moved the
fabric aside, out sprang a slim but still considerable rubber dildo which
was attached to the strap she wore, that went around her waist and between
her legs. Glancing in the mirror at herself briefly, she saw that no part
of the strap was visible underneath the jeans, just the dildo itself, and
that was flesh coloured. Whilst it looked obviously unnatural in its
current context on her, it was still somewhat lifelike and she was pleased
with the overall affect.
She did not remove or lower her jeans, and kept watching Tina in the
mirror. He seemed eager and this pleased her, although having only had one
or two of her fingers inside him before now (plus the tip of her heel and
the tip of her tongue, she added mentally) she suspected she might meet
some resistance upon the dildo's insertion. Leaning down she pulled a
small tube of lubricant from under the bed and squeezing a little on to
her finger she ran it up and down the dildo in a suggestive manner, and
then ran her finger around the edge of his anus too. At the coldness of
the jelly he flinched and as she positioned herself between his legs and
placed the tip of the dildo at his entrance she heard him take in a deep
breath and hold it, whether subconsciously or not she couldn't tell.
She pushed his shoulders down towards the bed for a moment so the his anus
was pointed more upwards and so more open and exposed, and then carefully
using her finger to guide it, she pushed the first half inch or so of the
dildo in, until the point where the tapering of the tip stopped and the
full width of the shaft was about to begin. He was already breathing very
heavily in what seemed a mixture of desire and nervousness, but she knew
he wouldn't want her to stop and so rather than insert more, she told him
to gently come back up on to all fours, so that he slowly lowered himself
onto another full inch of the dildo. She could feel his legs shaking and
waited for it to stop, guessing that would be when he relaxed. Bit by bit,
she gently pushed herself forward as she knelt behind him, so that
eventually all 5 inches of the dildo were fully within him. She tried to
keep as still as possible, worrying that she might be hurting him, and not
knowing because unlike having someone really taking him from behind, there
was no way she could feel the sensations on her "penis" inside him.
Reaching down between his legs she felt his own penis, which had become
somewhat flaccid again during her penetration of him.
As if to reassure her, he whispered "Don't stop" and taking this to mean
what she was doing with the dildo as opposed to her hand on his cock, she
put both hands on his waist and took a firm grip. Carefully she began to
move back and forwards, slowly, steadily, in a controlled manner. In and
out, she was barely moving the dildo and inch along its shaft each time,
and yet still Tina was crying out loudly. Watching his face in the mirror
she could see he was incredibly horny and he had thrown his head back
again. Every movement she made backwards was accompanied by a sharp intake
of breath, and every movement forward despite its slowness, brought a
mingled cry of pain and lust from Tina.
After a while, she had no idea how long, each movement into him seemed to
become easier and she guessed that he was getting used to the sensation
and beginning to really enjoy the experience. She started to move faster,
and kept the movements small but increased the thrust of each inwards
stroke. She had been enjoying her violation of Tina anyway, but the
increased speed and the cries that each thrust brought forth suddenly
began to hit home on her senses. Irrespective of the fact that she had no
physical sensation to cause her to climax as she was simply moving back
and forth, the power of the situation had gone straight to her head. It
was all she could do to control her thrusts, and in a flash she thought
she could understand why men liked to take women up the arse. The power
which it had given her was huge, such a tiny movement of her hips caused
such pain (and pleasure) to him and it was very hard not to get carried
away and ram into him as hard and as fast as she could until he begged for
mercy. She did not feel vindictive, or malicious, but she felt more
powerful and superior than she had ever felt before in her life. He was
her slave, and he would bloody well do as he was told, or else!
Desperately trying to restrain herself and aware that Tina would not
climax without other attentions, no matter how turned on by his current
predicament, she took the key for the handcuffs out of her jeans pocket
and leaning forward but not withdrawing herself from him, she threw it up
the bed so that it landed within reach of his right hand. Ordering him to
free that hand, knowing it could be done as he had done so before, she
continued thrusting back and forth, watching as he struggled to bend his
wrist so that the key would go into the lock. She smiled mischievously at
the fact that he was struggling more than usual to complete his task,
because of the distraction he was experiencing. Eventually he shook his
hand free and she told him to free his left hand too. This was easier for
him and in seconds both hands were loose.
His arms came down by his side, bent, and she carefully got hold of them
at the shoulder and pulled him backwards slowly as he helped her by
pushing on his hands. As he came back and up she knelt back onto her
ankles, so that they ended with her kneeling on the bed and him kneeling
on her lap, the dildo still in place, but now pointing vertically upwards
inside him as he sat there. He struggled and tried to lift himself off, as
it penetrated deeper than in its previous position, but she held him there
and told him to breath slowly until he relaxed.
Her hands pulled his top over his head, and slid the unhooked bra down his
arms. She explored his chest and arms with her hands, and then knowing
that she wouldn't be able to thrust into him in this position, and that he
needed a final release, her hands found his and without saying anything
placed them over his penis, as she kissed the back of his neck lightly.
Realizing what was wanted Tina's right hand started playing with his cock
and as soon as it was hard started moving up and down rapidly and with
purpose. As she watched his face over his shoulder in the mirror, she saw
his eyes were once again closed but his chin was resting against his
chest, and she sensed he would be worn out after he had finished. Her left
hand playing with his left nipple, she let her right hand move up and over
his throat, pushing his neck back, so that his throat was exposed, saying
out loud "Open your eyes, I want you to watch yourself...", causing him to
moan to himself. Her left hand came up to replace her right, and two
fingers of her right hand then pushed their way into his mouth and she
whispered into his ear "Suck..." As she did this he moaned even louder and
his hand began to feverishly yank on his cock, and almost instantly he
paused, seeming to freeze for a second as his muscles tensed and then with
a loud groan he relaxed as he sagged against her, his seed spilling all
over his stomach in several large spurts.
Eyebrow raised, she looked down and said "That looks like an awfully big
mess to me..." in a school mistressy tone and he laughed a little before
collapsing forward onto the bad, making several loud "ouch" noises and
whimpering a little as the dildo pulled out of him. Eveline sat there,
hands on hips and continued "And what about me?" but she was smiling as he
groaned "Please...let me have a rest for a bit." She stood up and
unstrapped herself, going over to the camera and switching it off.
Grabbing a baggy sweater from the back of a nearby chair she threw it over
her head to keep warm, and then sat back on the bed, against the
headboard, her feet pulled up to her, her hands wrapped round her knees,
as she watched his breathing return to normal. Strangely, she did feel
satisfied sexually, despite not having completed the physical act, she
mused to herself. She always did feel satisfied when she had made him
perform, but often she still felt horny too. Now she felt as spent as he
looked.
No matter, she thought, as she listened to his breathing change again as
he drifted into a light sleep. She stood up, and feeling very protective
of him, carefully brushed some stray strands of his hair out of his face,
and covered him with a spare blanket from out of the wardrobe. Maybe there
would be time for more fun later she thought, but it didn't matter if not
since she felt fulfilled anyway, and she left him snoozing as she went to
make herself a coffee, taking the camcorder with her to see how things had
turned out...
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