Chudayi Ke Din Chdayi Ki Raaten 8211 Part I
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After a Long Day at Work
By Kris
You gave me an assignment the last time we met ? you wanted me to write foryou my experience of our time together that night, how it made me feel, whatmade me hot. I ? spent most of the time lost in the experience, to be honest,but I'll do my best. And as for what made me hot? Well? everything you do makesme hot.
When I came over that day, it had been after a long day at work. I had beenthinking we could just share a drink and maybe cuddle on the sofa for a fewhours before going to bed. You had other plans.
I walked in, took my shoes off next to the door, as I always do, pausing fora moment to enjoy the warm sunlight through the frosted glass of the doorway ? Ilove that feeling of the warmth of the sun, through a window, without the blazingheat of summer. It was air conditioned inside, not cold, but pleasant, andthe fans running here and there in the house caused a gentle breeze to waftaround.
I wanted to feel the cool air between my toes, so I took off my socks, neatly,and put them inside my shoes, put them with my attaché in the coat closet.The house was pretty quiet, aside from the gentle noise of the air conditioner,blunted by the bulk of the house between me and it, but I was pretty sure Iheard music coming from the den in the back. So, I went to the kitchen, tooka look at the little wine rack you keep on the counter, and found a nice bottleof red wine. I opened it, and poured a couple of glasses of wine, and, takingone in each hand, went into the den.
You were there, sitting in the leather armchair that faces the doorway, lookingat me expectantly. You were dressed in an black cotton dress, spaghetti strapson your soft, round shoulders, clinging to your firm breasts and your flatabdomen, and spreading out as it flowed down to your ankles. Your hands wereresting easily in your lap.
?Put the wine glasses on the coffee table.? It wasn't a casual suggestion.It was your firm voice. I hadn't been in the mood to play with you, but I knewthat voice. I haven't regretted going along with these moods of yours before,so I didn't think now was the time to object. I did as you asked, placing themdown softly on the coffee table nearer you, and backing away from them.
?Good. Now stand over there,? she said, pointing to the open space betweenthe coffee table and the large flat screen mounted on the wall. There weretwo skylights built into the ceiling, creating gentle squares of brightnesson the pine floor wider than the actual windows, overlapping in between. Idid as told, taking a place between the windows, letting the light shine downon the crisp white shoulders of my dress shirt, and glitter off the polishedsurfaces of my belt and buckle. I looked at you and awaited your command.
?Take off your clothes for me,? you said, smiling wolfishly, ?slowly, so Ican enjoy it.? You picked up one of the glasses, pulling up your feet ontothe armchair and swinging around sideways, to lean against the armrest andface me more directly, and took a slow sip without breaking your gaze.
I slid my hand down the smooth silk of my tie, enjoying the feel of it undermy skin. Holding it firmly against my stomach, I loosened the knot with theother hand, slowly, maintaining eye contact with you. I eased it off, and placedit at my feet. Running my hands up my stomach and chest, I enjoyed the feelof my body through the soft broadcloth underneath my own hands. I smiled atyou, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, without breaking eye contact. You continuedto sip slowly at the wine, keeping your eyes on me above the rim of the goblet.
Folding my shirt into a neat bundle, I placed it gently on the floor nextto my tie. Rising up, I ran my hands along my stomach, letting them tuck everso slightly under the waistband of my trousers, running it along the sensitiveskin of my lower stomach. I unbuckled my belt, and, removing it, slowly coiledit, and placed it on top of my shirt. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, easingthem off. I was wearing black boxer briefs underneath, covering just a hintof my thighs, and starting well below my waist. I slid my hands along them,enjoying the smooth feel of the microfiber and my skin through them. I tuckedmy hands into the waistband, and watching you watch me, I slid them down, crouchingas I removed them, stepped out of them, and placed them with the rest of myclothes.
I stood back up, straight, with my hands at my side. You stood, too. Holdingthe wine glass in your hand with your forearm pulled back against your upperarm, and the wine glass dangling above your shoulder, you came up close tome, standing in front of me, eye to eye, your mouth no more than three inchesfrom mine. Your eyes were inscrutable ? warm, but stern at the same time.
You walked around me first, circling slowly. When you walked behind me, Ikept my eyes forward and remained in position. I felt your hand on the smallof my back, and then your fingernails run down my back and along the curveof my smooth buttocks. Turning, so that your stomach was before my back, youran brought your hand around and ran it up my stomach, letting it run alongeach muscle of my abdomen, and then up my chest. You enjoyed my hairless skin,shaved as you like it, everywhere below the neck, in addition to my clean-shavenface. Bringing your face over my shoulder, you nibbled my earlobe, and then,releasing it, come around and face me. Changing the hand in which you holdyour wine glass, you let your other hand run down my stomach again, lettingyour fingers graze gently over my groin, running around the base of my penis,enjoying the feel of my skin. You took my partially aroused penis in your handfor a moment, as if weighing it, and then, releasing it, cupped my scrotumand pressed my testicles, one at a time, between your thumb and forefinger,rolling them back and forth, letting the smooth skin shift beneath your prettyfingers.
You stepped back and placed your glass on the coffee table, half empty. Suddenly,taking my face in both of your hands, you kissed me passionately, possessively,as if a famished woman devouring a meal, thrusting your tongue past my lips,and pressing them open, pulling my upper lip in between your lips. AlthoughI didn't move from my position to embrace you as you kissed me, I felt my memberstiffen and push into you, and I was overcome with a mixture of love and lustfor you.
Releasing me, you stepped back again, turned around, and sauntered away. Ididn't dare move from my place. I know that you demand my obedience, enjoyit, relish it. Several moments later, you returned with a number of toys inhand, laying them on one of the leather armchairs. You started with restraintsfor my arms. They are chromed bracelets, with sueded insides that feel softand comfortable against my wrists, but also snug and secure. Not that I wantedto escape. Or want to escape. Ever.
You have your den cleverly set up so that elements of your toys are integratedinto the decorations. Having a ?dungeon? is not really your style. You drewloose two ornamental cables that run down the walls to mounts on either sideof the screen on the wall. They run along hooks in the ceiling through to theother side of the room. You attached them to my wrists, and then, going tothe other side of the room, you adjusted them, pulling my arms taught and spreadin a 60 degree ?V? above my head. I tensed up as my arms rise above my head.Coming back, you ran your hand across my stomach again, and took my chin inyour hand for a moment, your loving but strict eyes so close to me, boringinto me through the inches of space between us.
Kneeling at my feet, you attached restraints to my ankles, and spread my legsapart, attaching a wide spreader-bar to one of them, and indicating for meto spread my legs so that you can attach the other bar. As I did, my arms pulledtaut, so that I was spread-eagled, supported slightly by my arms and slightlyby my legs, spread precariously wide. You looked as if you enjoyed the sightof me barely balanced. You like to have me on edge like that. And you knowI love it too.
You walked over to the pile of toys and came back with a tall chrome posturecollar. You ran your hands around the smooth skin of my neck, through my longhair, and then put the collar around my neck, holding my head up straight andfacing forward. It snapped shut with a firm click.
?You know that I own you when you wear this. I just like looking at it toremember.? You ran your fingers along the smooth chrome, then brought themto my lips, I kissed them. You smiled, withdrawing your fingers as my lipsclung to them, enjoying my vain effort to follow you with my mouth, restrainedby both the bonds and the posture collar.
You turned away and pranced back to your pile of toys. You came back witha polished silver paddle.
?I like some pain in my pleasure, my love,? you said. ?In this case, yourpain. But I think you can take it. Are you going to disappoint me??
?No, I will try my best not to.?
?Good.?
You took the paddle and rubbed its smooth surface against my bare buttocks,letting me enjoy the cool feel of it. You stood very close to me your bodyat my side, your eyes again mere inches from mine, your free hand on my chest.Then, without warning, you drew the paddle back and hit me hard.
I winced but said nothing. You struck again and again, never ceasing yourlock on my eyes. The paddle made a whizzing sound as it swung through the air,but it didn't prepare me for the ?thwack? and the sharp pain as it found itstarget. After ten strokes, you paused. I felt my buttocks become hot with theflow of the blood. They felt like they were pulsating and throbbing in betweenyour hits. But I was also very aroused. Your free hand drifted down my stomachto the shaft of my penis. You gripped it quickly and firmly, making me gasp.You grinned, enjoying my arousal in the midst of my pain as your hand pulledback and forth along my shaft, pumping it slowly. You brought the paddle aroundand rubbed it up and down my chest. Then, after letting it fall to your sideagain, without letting go of my penis, you suddenly took another swing at mybuttocks. I again winced, but remained silent. You doled out nine more strokes,bringing my punishment to a total of twenty strokes. Then you stepped behindme, to enjoy your work. I stiffened and arched my back when you brought yourmanicured nails to my buttocks, dragging them across the still throbbing surface.You massaged my right buttock firmly, enjoying the feel of the muscle underyour hand.
Flipping up two panels in the wood of the floor at my feet to reveal D ringswith short cords already attached to them, you secured my ankle restraints,already joined by the spreader bar, to the floor. You fetched a leather leash,and attached it to my collar. Then, you began to lower the ropes holding meby my wrists. My wrists lowered down to my sides. Then, coming up to me, youbrusquely pushed me back. My feet restrained, I found myself bending at theknees, losing balance, and teetering back, only to be caught up by the wristrestraints with my head less than a meter off the ground. I had not rememberedthat the rope mounts on the ceiling are actually on sliding tracks, allowingmy wrists to draw back with me, but I am reminded of this as I stare at theceiling in this strange position, held aloft in a pose like a limbo dancer.
I could not stand back up, because I had no balance, and could not supportmyself with my arms, although I suppose I might have been able to pull myselfup by the arm restraints. But, before I could think too much about that, youtook the leash in your hand, lifted up your skirt and, stepping over my shoulders,stand over my face. You let your skirt fall down again, so that my face wasdown underneath it. Suddenly you yanked up, drawing me in between your legs.I noticed that you are not wearing panties. The tent underneath your skirtwas filled with your perfume, the sweet smell of your skin, sweating just slightlyfrom the exertion of paddling me, and the earthy smell of your nether regions.You yanked up harder, burying my face in between your lips. I didn't need athird invitation. I began to suckle and lick your labia, running my tongueup and down the slit of your vagina, flicking it inside, penetrating you justslightly, every once in a while. As I continued to lick, I felt your hips slowlystart to thrust with the movement of my tongue, your grasp on the leash alternatelygrinding me into you and then releasing. Your motions drew me to go faster,and faster, nibbling and sucking at your labia, and, as you leaned into me,to move my tongue upwards towards your clit and use my lips and tongue to partit out from its hood and run circles around it. You moan, thrusting your hipsharder and harder. I licked faster and harder at your clit, and wrapped mylips around it firmly. I felt like I was in heaven, wrapped up inside yourskirt like that, cloistered away from any concern except giving you sexualpleasure. You thrust faster and harder, yanking me up with more and more forceinto you, until my lips were just hanging onto you for dear life, letting yougrind yourself against me until you climaxed in a shuddering orgasm, thrustingagainst my face as the juices flowed out of you and onto my face. I lappedthem up as best I could. You reached a hand under your skirt and ran it throughmy hair, holding me tight against you, enjoying the feel of me as your orgasmsubsided.
Then, stepping off, you walked to the wall and drop me all the way to thefloor. My legs were still spread, and bent at the knees, because of the spreaderbar and the restraints, and my back arched to try and find balance on the floor.My sore buttocks just touch the ground, making me groan slightly. You broughta glass of wine to me.
?My plaything deserves a drink.? You ran your finger along the side of mymouth. I opened it up, and you slowly poured a little wine in. I let it lingerin my mouth, enjoying the taste, mixed with the taste of you still in my mouth.When I swallowed, you crouched down closer and kissed me passionately, runningyour tongue along the inside edge of my lips.
Putting the wine glass down next to me, you mounted my still erect penis,lowering yourself onto it slowly, letting it slide into you wetly, droppingyour skirt around your kneeling body and atop mine below it, pushing my buttockspainfully onto the floor. Running your hands along my chest, You slowly rodeup and down on top of me, closing your eyes and tilting your head back, enjoyingthe feel of your breath as I slid in and out of you. The feeling of your thighswrapped around me was intensely erotic. You let your nails dig into my chestjust slightly, as you began to ride faster and harder, your hips drawing forwardand back now as you continued to thrust up and down, lengthening out your strokes,lingering at the moment when I was fully inside you, and drawing back so thatI was pressed forward against the wall of you on the inside, and then draggingthe sensitive glans of my penis along your insides. The intense and exquisitepleasure was mixed for me with the searing pain in my buttocks as they pressedagainst the floor with every thrust. You moaned as you thrust harder and harderand faster and faster, your eyes closed, your nails and fingers gripping mychest firmly, my arms still taught with the cables, until you reached orgasma second time, shuddering and heaving, drawing me into my own orgasm, my hipsthrusting up to meet you, my still sore buttocks pushing up off the ground,and then you collapsed on top of me. You smile, wrapping your fingers alongthe lines of my jaw, and kiss me passionately again.
Before you untied me, you rode my face a second time, while I was still onthe floor, this time thrusting and masturbating yourself against my lips andnose. Then finally you untied me, and we took a long, relaxing, hot showertogether, drying each other off, putting on bright white terry robes, and nestledtogether on the sofa while listening to music and drinking a second glass ofwine. I think that was when you nibbled at my ear, and then, lingering nextto me, whispered into it, commanding me to write you a story about what youhad just done to me.
It isn't how most people relax after a hard day at work. But I've learnedto trust you, because I am so very rarely disappointed in your ideas to getmy mind off of work. And, as I write this, I find myself once again failingmiserably to be disappointed. I'm lying in bed, with my laptop on top of mylap, my penis pressing up through my pajamas and the sheets against the warmbottom of it, thinking about you, wishing you were here with me tonight.
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