Sylvia's Bondage Date Ch. 6

Ever since Jason had invited her to semi-move in, Sylvia had been bouncing between being thrilled and being apprehensive. "Semi" move in meant that she had brought some clothes and personal belongings, but hadn't cleaned out her apartment or given her notice; the move was intended as something of an experiment, to see if their string of weekly dates could work as a longer-term relationship.

She was thrilled because she genuinely felt that she had fallen in love with Jason and that it wasn't "just the oxytocin talking" as he had so archly put it. She was apprehensive because, as he also archly put it, so far they hadn't really done much together except eat and fuck. In addition, although Sylvia had a fairly solid history of dating, she had never been in what could be called a relationship before, and wasn't totally sure how sharing not only a bed but also a home and a life with another person was going to work out.

Her first Monday was strange. Knowing that she would come home after work to Jason's condo, help prepare dinner with him, spend the evening together, and then go to bed without necessarily intending to have sex, gave her an unusual case of butterflies. She knew how to behave on a date, but she wasn't sure she knew how to behave as one half of a couple. Oh well, she thought. She was sure she'd be able to improvise.

She was lucky with traffic and got home well before Jason. As she let herself in to the empty condo, she remembered an old article, from the forties she thought, about how to greet your husband when he comes home from work. The article had been dead serious when it was first published, but now it circulated on the internet as a joke. The article contained advice like "Make sure your hair and makeup are perfect, and wear something nice to make him appreciate the woman he's coming home to," and "Have dinner on to fill the house with delicious aromas." The kicker was, "Greet him at the door with his pipe and slippers, or whatever else will make him feel like he's king in his own castle."

They had discussed having steak that evening, so she got it out of the fridge so the temperature could stabilize by the time they were ready to cook it, but that was as far as she cared to go in the direction of filling the house with delicious aromas. And she had her own ideas of how to greet him to make him feel like he was king in his own castle, and it wasn't pipe and slippers.

A bit before she figured Jason would have battled his way home through traffic, she went to the bedroom and peeled off all her clothes and left them neatly on the edge of the bed. Then she took up a kneeling position in front of the door, bum resting on her feet and knees parted to show off her neatly trimmed bush and the pussy lips that peeked out below it. She rested her hands palm upwards on her knees and waited in the archetypal submissive position.

She didn't have to wait long. As soon as she heard Jason's key in the lock, she firmed up her waiting-for-master position. As he opened the door, he stared wide-eyed at her as if he'd never seen a naked woman before. Indeed, he probably had never seen a naked woman waiting for him in that pose before.

As Jason stood in front of her staring in shock, she rose up on her knees, reached out, and undid his pants and pulled them down. Then she pulled his underwear down to expose a very limp and surprised penis. It didn't stay limp for long, though. She reached out and closed her hand around it and held his ball-sack with the other hand, and she felt Jason's cock immediately begin to rise in her palm. She kept her eyes locked on Jason's, and watched his initial look of shock turn into a wide smile.

She leaned forward, put out her tongue, and licked gently over the end of his penis, sliding the tip of her tongue up and down over his sensitive little cock-hole. Keeping her hands wrapped around the base of his shaft and over his scrotum, she leaned farther forward and took more of Jason's cock in her mouth, sliding her tongue along the under side and keeping her lips firmly wrapped around his shaft. Jason put his hands on either side of her head, not trying to force himself in faster than she cared to take him, but just steadying her while he enjoyed her expert blow job.

Gradually she moved further down on him until she was taking him right to the back of her mouth. Then she took a breath, held his hips tightly, lunged forward, and forced him all the way down her throat until his balls bounced gently against her chin. He closed his eyes and gasped with pleasure as he felt his cock enveloped by her warm, wet throat. She clenched her throat muscles to massage Jason's cock, and began pulling back for a breath and then plunging forward again, all the while keeping her eyes locked on Jason's face. Jason began thrusting as well, following the rhythm she set up.

After a few minutes, she heard his gasps deepen and felt his cock start to pulse, signalling an impeding ejaculation. She pulled back just as he erupted, letting her mouth fill with spurts of salty semen until he was finished. Then she pulled her mouth off his cock, swallowed, and used her tongue to clean up the end of his penis.

Jason stood in front of her kneeling body, his hands still on the sides of her head, and let his breathing slow down. He pulled up his pants, tucking his now-limp penis back in his underwear. Then he reached down and took Sylvia's hand to help her up off her knees. He guided her over to the couch and they both sat down heavily with a satisfied plop.

"Holy shit, Sylvia. That was certainly a hell of a way to be greeted at the door."

"I'm glad you liked it. I just wanted you to feel welcome in your own castle."

"Castle? What? Oh, yeah, that stupid article. You left out the pipe and slippers, but I really don't mind."

"It told me to 'wear something nice to make him appreciate the woman he's coming home to,' so that's what I wore."

Jason ran his eyes over her naked skin and fondled her breasts gently with his hands. "Yes, that's something nice. Very."

He sat for a minute as if turning something over in his mind, then finally spoke. "Listen, Syl, any time you want to greet me naked and blow me, that's just great. But I don't know about kneeling in front of the door in that pose. It's kind of too master-slave for my taste. I mean, I love that you're submissive in bed, and I love tying you up and fucking you, but I don't want a slave. I want a partner."

Sylvia leaned over and kissed Jason deeply, her naked breasts pressing against his shirt. "Oh Jason," she said when she came up for air. "You really are a sweetheart. I love you so much."

They cuddled for a few minutes, then Jason said, "How about you put some clothes on, and I'll take some clothes off, and we start on dinner?"

"Works for me."

**

They went to the bedroom and Sylvia put on a silky kimono-like robe that showed off the little bumps from her still-hard nipples. Jason took off his suit and hung it up, then put on a pair of comfy sweatpants and a tee shirt. They headed back to the kitchen where Sylvia poked holes in two potatoes and put them in the microwave to partially cook in preparation for finishing them in the air fryer. Then she worked on a salad while Jason fired up a gas grill built into the stove and put a rub on the steaks. Sylvia sang quietly to herself as they worked.

Part way through the meal, between bites, Sylvia asked, "Why is it that men always seem to end up grilling the meat while the women always end up making the vegetables?"

"I guess it's that men like to pretend that they went out in the forest, killed something and dragged it home and then threw it on the fire. Kind of a vestige of hunter-gatherer societies where men were the hunters and women were the gatherers."

Sylvia took a sip of her wine. "Does it count if both the hunting and the gathering happen at Safeway?"

Jason laughed and said, "Sometimes, you just need to fantasize."

"Well, I have to say, mighty hunter, you bagged a nice steak."

After dinner, Sylvia rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher while Jason cleaned the grill with a nylon brush. Then they retired to the living room and Jason turned on the gas fireplace. They scrolled through suggestions on Netflix until they found a movie they both wanted to see, cuddled up on the couch and watched it, Jason's hand occasionally sneaking inside Sylvia's kimono and Sylvia's hand occasionally sneaking down the front of Jason's sweatpants.

Sylvia sighed in blissful contentment. "I guess," she thought to herself, "this is the sort of thing domestic couples do in between eating and fucking. I'll take it."

**

Their movie finished at about 10:30, and since tomorrow would be another workday, they decided to go to bed a lot earlier than they usually did on their date nights. Sylvia had suggested they confine their wild, adventurous kink sessions to Friday nights, partly to keep their date nights special and partly to keep themselves sane. But they hadn't ruled out not-so-wild sex any time they felt like it, and Sylvia, having been deeply turned on but hot satisfied by blowing Jason at the door, was eager to have some.

They brushed their teeth in the double-sink ensuite and then stood by the bed. Jason watched as Sylvia untied her kimono, rolled her shoulders back, and let it slide erotically to the floor. Jason admired her beautifully curved body and her high perfect breasts, then pulled his tee shirt over his head and pulled his sweatpants off. Sylvia ran her eyes over his firmly muscled chest and flat stomach, and observed that his penis, while still flaccid, was beginning to stir.

They slipped into bed and Sylvia lay on her back while Jason kissed her, then ran his mouth slowly and deliberately down her neck, over her shoulder, and down to her chest. He paused there to take one achingly hard nipple, then the other, between his lips. Sylvia drew in a long, shuddering breath as she felt the bliss of being wanted, really and deeply wanted, wash through her body.

Jason started moving down again, his lips kissing down through the valley between her breasts, over her flat stomach and her navel, and finally to her mons with its little neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair. She spread her legs as wide as she possibly could to invite him into her most private and sensitive places, and he took her up on the invitation, parting her pussy lips with his agile tongue and curling the tip against her clit. She drew in a sharp breath as the feel of his tongue on her clit sent an electric shock up through her entire pelvic region.

The room was bathed in the musky scent of female arousal as he worked his lips and tongue between her legs, coaxing little moans from her lips. She could feel her orgasmic heat rising, then plateauing just frustratingly short of a full-on orgasm. She rocked her hips, driving her lady parts hard against his questing mouth, but she just couldn't seem to get past that barrier.

Jason realized that she was getting frustrated and upped his game. He left his mouth where it was and added two fingers in her vagina, curved upwards to put pressure on her G-spot. By now, his practiced fingers knew exactly where it was, and he put his fingertips right on that slightly rougher and puffier piece of her vaginal wall. He kept steady, firm pressure on it and rubbed it in the classic "come hither" gesture while his tongue flicked her clit briskly.

Sylvia's face made strained grimaces as she tried to force out the orgasm that was lingering oh-so-close to the surface. Not happening.

Finally Jason pulled his tongue and fingers away, slid his body up hers, put the tip of his penis against her opening and pushed. Her vagina was so slick and so gaped with need that he slid in easily right to the hilt. He pivoted on his knees to thrust firmly and deeply as far into her as he could, provoking rhythmic "ah-ah-ah" noises with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his hips to draw him into her and clutched his shoulder blades desperately with her hands.

After five or ten more minutes of fruitless pummeling, Jason stopped, gasping.

"I think I know what you need. Roll over."

She rolled over, expecting to feel a lubed cock pressing into her asshole. Instead, Jason reached into his nightstand, then pulled her wrists together behind her back. As soon as she felt the touch of cold steel and heard the ratchet noise, she knew that she had been handcuffed. The sudden restraint hit her like an electric shock.

"Now try to get away from me, you little bitch," Jason snarled, using his best Dom voice. He yanked hard on the chain joining the handcuffs, forcing her up on her knees with her breasts dangling beneath her from her horizontal body. Jason's penis went into her vagina again, this time from behind, and he used the leverage of her cuffed hands to slam into her even harder than he had been doing before. She felt her breasts rocking violently back and forth with every thrust, and the recalcitrant orgasm that she had been searching for all night gathered in her pelvis, intensified, and burst through her. She didn't usually scream when an orgasm broke over her, but she did this time, the intensity of her release magnified by the length of time it had been bottled up.

Jason, who had been gallantly holding back all evening, grunted and released a flood of hot semen that felt like it was splashing against her cervix. They collapsed with Jason half on top of her, still plugging her vagina with his cock. He reached awkwardly for a handful of tissues and pressed them against her pussy as her pulled out, trying not to let his cum leak out of her onto the bed that they intended to sleep in.

They lay for several minutes, recuperating. Still with her wrists cuffed behind her back, Sylvia couldn't hug Jason the way she wanted to, but she pressed her body against his and hooked her chin over his neck where it met his shoulder to give him an awkward bondage huggle.

They rolled apart finally, and Sylvia stared at the ceiling, thinking. "Oh, Jason. Have I ruined myself for ordinary sex? I just couldn't seem to cum until you handcuffed me. Then I came like an express train."

Jason turned and propped his head up on one hand to look at her. "I wouldn't worry about it, Sylvia. Who's to say what 'ordinary' sex is? Everybody wants something a little different. You like to be tied up, and I like tying you up. Maybe for us, ordinary sex is just simple bondage, without all the Friday night bells and whistles."

"Really? You think we can sustain a relationship doing that sort of stuff?"

"I don't see why not? Whatever we both like doing brings us closer together. As long as it's not the only thing we have going for each other - and I'm finding more and more that it isn't - the kinky stuff is just icing on the cake."

"Agreed, then. Now take these handcuffs off so I can kiss you goodnight with a proper hug."