“Hello… HELLO…” I repeated only to hear silence. I pressed my ear closer to hear the faint sound of breathing and then a muffled groan.
“I need you… I want you” a familiar voice cooed.
“Alex my dear, it’s so late. You had me thinking something was wrong.”
“Something is wrong… you are not here with me. When can I see you again?”
My heart started to flutter. The urgency in his voice as he pleaded and begged made me realize full well that he would be submissive to my every need.
With spring officially here, it was time for me to open up a small cottage I owned on
“Come with me then. I have a few presents for you in the house.”
“I’m all yours.”
“Yes… I planned on that.”
“Yes, but we are going to add to it.”
I pulled an item from the drawer and handed it to him, instructing him to put it on. He looked at it inquisitively and hesitated.
“It’s a bala. You put it on like you would a hood or mask. I had it made special for you in hopes that we would meet again. I anticipated introducing you to more of the pleasures my wooly little world has to offer since you seemed so intrigued the last time we met.” With that I stood by the candlelight and shed my top and trousers to reveal an emerald green ensemble of a hook-and-eye faceted underbust corset with matching satin thong. I removed the pins from my hair and let my scarlet locks fall over my shoulders in long bouncy curls.
“You look amazing” he told me.
“Do you want these?” I said running my fingers over my large breasts. “And this?” I added as I ran my hands over the silken fabric of my panties, briefly pulling them to the side to reveal my pink lips.
“Yes… oh god yes I do. I somehow thought since you liked sweaters so much you…”
“Oh… we’ll get to that” I interjected. “Now, put the bala on like a good boy.”
With one quick gesture, he pulled the mask over his face and adjusted the mouth-hole to breathe.
“I can’t see” he complained as he searched for the missing eyeholes.
“What is there to see when you can… feel” I said approaching him and reaching down to take hold of his cock. Feeling my burning hand press into him sent a jolt through his body and he immediately clutched through darkness to find me and draw me closer to him. His mouth began planting kisses upon my torso and moved upwards searching for my breasts. He attempted to stand for better leverage, but I forcefully pushed his shoulders back down.
“No no no… I have much bigger plans for you. I let you keep your dominance last time, but tonight you are mine.” He nodded and I awarded him with a deep long kiss. “Now, scoot back on the bed until I tell you to stop.” He blindly positioned himself until I cautioned him to halt and lay back. “If you do exactly as I instruct, I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
“Wait, what are you doing?” he panicked as I began to fasten his wrists to the restraints tied to the posts of the bed frame.
“You must trust me, okay?” I sought the structure of his face through the bala and gently caressed the contours of his neck and chest with my fingertips to soothe him.
“Yes my queen.”
“You’re learning fast, and for that I believe it is time for my next surprise.”
I sauntered back to the open drawer and removed another present. “I’m so happy you remembered how to address me. I can also tell by your raging hard-on that you are enjoying this very much. But tell me, have you ever been tied up before?”
“No, never.”
“Good, because I am curious to know what it will feel like for you to be powerless for the first time and under my complete control. Tell me Alex, how do your restraints feel?”
“Surprisingly soft.”
“Yes, that is because they are my mohair scarves. Intriguing no? Still care to learn more?”
“Yes my queen… though it is not as if I have much choice.” I laughed at the truth in his answer.
“We are going to play a little game. Once we are finished, I will give you your surprise.” I traced his naked thighs with the device before placing it on the nightstand. I then proceeded to the closet where I retrieved items from my suitcase for the game and placed them at the foot of the bed.
“Shall we begin? This is item #1… you will do well to remember these numbers.” I unfolded a thick cable-knit sweater and placed it upon his package, gently kneading it into his groin and running the fabric over the base of his penis. He groaned with pleasure. I continued molesting the sweater into him only for a minute more before moving on to the next item.
"This is #2” I stated while draping the sleeve of my pink angora sweater up and down his shaft before burying it in fluff. He mumbled in French per his usual style and my thighs began to burn. I only hoped he was enjoying this game as much as I was.
“On to #3 now.” For this turn I selected a green mohair turtleneck that was brushed to perfection. Alex immediately began to hump the sweater at first touch. I couldn’t help draping the mohair over myself as I got excited watching him. He grunted like an animal and shook back and forth against the restraints as I removed the garment.
“Can you handle more? Should we proceed on to #4?”
“Yes… PLEASE!” he begged. For the fourth option I applied a cotton ribbed sweater and manipulated his cock straight through the turtleneck. I jerked the fabric up and down over his shaft as he moaned for more. I admired his enthusiasm and quickened the pace before letting him loose.
“Perhaps #5 is more to your liking?” The velvet leopard turtleneck was unique in my collection and I knew the uncommon fabric choice would have his mind racing as well as his pulse.
“Only two more left… #6.” The cashmere turtleneck coated him like a second skin and as I tickled it over his member I watched the different shades of purple he became. He stiffened a bit as I lowered this particular sweater towards his taint to tease the area just under his balls.
“Last but not least is #7.” To finish the session I chose a hand-knitted sweater of thick woven wool. I wrapped the sleeves around his cock from base to tip and slowly unraveled it, letting him enjoy the stitching as it massaged his groin. After doing this a few times, I could see his head pulsing and his body began to quake.
“Don’t you dare cum! We haven’t finished the game yet” I scolded. “Now Alex, out of all these fabulous sweaters, tell me which one you enjoyed the feel of most!”
“Oh my queen, it is so hard to choose. They all were so different. However, I believe #3 was unlike anything I have ever felt.”
“Vous préférez trios? A mohair man then eh? Then this will be the sweater I wear for you and the one you will pleasure me in.” I slipped the sweater over my head and let the material brush past my exposed breasts as I pulled it down to my hips. It sent a shiver through me and a soft moan escaped my lips. I crawled to his feet, letting the fabric brush over him in gentle sweeps. He bucked his hips in attempts to poke a hole straight through the sweater, but instead I gathered him up between the valley of my breasts and let him fuck the tight mohair crevice therein. He writhed in ecstasy and his breathing became unsteady as he grunted and gritted his teeth. I looked back to notice his muscles bulging through the arms of his sweater and his abs clenched with every thrust. The veins in his neck protruded as he clenched his jaw and fought against the soft restraints imprisoning him to the bed. Seeing him in this blissful agony made me drip with excitement.
“You like fucking my mohair tits?”
“Oui… Oui” he panted.
I waited until his hips thrashed above the bed and his cock tightened on the verge of cumming to suspend my torture.
“Oh, you’ll get more… as soon as you prove you want it.”
I removed my panties and flung my leg over his head, straddled him backwards once more, and sat directly onto his face smothering him with my pussy. He lapped at the sweet juices without provocation and within seconds had my head snapping back in screams of delight. I ground my clit into his face as his muffled words vibrated my swollen lips. The more he protested and struggled under my suffocation, the harder I pressed into him. I could feel my body begin to seize and as I came rivers over his open mouth I jerked his woolen cock in a frenzy. I clenched the Icelandic weave into my fists and drew it up towards his collarbone so he could feel my mohair covered breasts brush against him as I rode his face. As my body settled, I released the grip of my thighs against his head and arched up off him just enough for him to lick me clean. As soon as my senses returned to me, I subdued him once again, grinding my sensitive flesh into the ticklish fibers of the bala and his searing tongue. I came again and again, each time more intense. His mask was a dripping mess and I could feel his pre-cum soaking the tip of his woolen shell. Each time I felt a rush of excitement fill my body and the release of a violent orgasm, I jerked his covered cock longer and harder. I felt his tongue begin to cramp after almost an hour of him licking me. My hands became rough against the drenched wool and I was sure bringing him to the edge of ejaculation each time was about to make him go insane. His screams were more excruciating as they escaped somewhere beneath my plump bottom. He was coated in a thick sweat that I could feel even through his woven layers. In true 69 fashion, I decided to reward him from my angle by flicking his heavy balls with the tip of my tongue. As I splashed his lips with a final orgasm I felt him pulsing beneath the cock-cover and ready to explode.
“You want to cum? Say it! Tell me!”
“Yes, please let me cum.”
“LOUDER… I can’t hear you.”
“Yes… PLEASE.”
“SCREAM IT!”
“LET ME CUM MY QUEEN…. OH PLEASE GOD LET ME CUM FOR YOU.”
“AGAIN!”
“PLEASE MY QUEEN… I WANT TO CUM FOR YOU!”
It was hard to make out his muffled words with me planted so firmly over his face. I made him scream for release until he went hoarse. In one final bellow that could have brought down the walls, I allowed him to cum in the comfy confines of the willy-warmer. I felt him pump forth a few hot loads of spunk and watched as it ran out from under the laces and collect in a puddle of white cream. Removing the soiled device, I gave him the courtesy of washing his dong of any sticky residue before leaving him to lie in a pool of his own sweat. Meanwhile, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat by the fire while relaxing. I giggled silently at the thought of him wondering when I would come back to untie him. Little did he know I was not quite done with him yet.
“Hey, I am being generous here by allowing you to see what you are doing. I could take away that privilege too if you’d like?”
“No, my queen, I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you. Now, show me you can do it. I know that you can. If you don’t make a huge mess, I’ll let you come inside me next.”
He straddled the bowl, bending at the knees, backing up and moving forward to find the perfect position. He urinated perfectly into the toilet and seemed proud of his ability to do so while inhibited. I then gathered a huge wad of toilet paper, shoved it between two towels, and instructed him to wipe himself clean. Using only his lower body, he did just that.
“I feel like I am performing tricks for you” he laughed.
“Come perform your last one of the night then” I winked.
Taking him by the collar, I led him back to the bedroom and ordered him upon the opposite end of the bed. “I want you on your knees” I demanded as I tied each scarf high atop the tall pillars at the corners of the bed frame. His arms dangled above his head and as he checked the slack of each restraint, his muscular arms rippled under the wool. It turned me on so much seeing him in this position and completely helpless. I fell back into the pillows against the headboard and started to rub my wet pussy for him. His eyes studied me intensely as I dipped my fingers in and out of my dripping hole. His cock began to bounce back to life which sent me scrambling to thumb my clit with the opposite hand.
“You want this pussy?”
“Yes my queen.”
“You want to fuck me now”
“I do my queen. I have thought about it so much.”
“Does your cock deserve to be inside me?”
“I know it does… let me prove it to you.”
He always knew the right things to say that it surprised me he had never done any of this before. He seemed so trained and subservient. I moaned louder as he watched me. Every vein in his member stood out like long slithering trails of burgundy. I rubbed my nipples raw against the mohair fabric and stretched the hem down into my slick thighs to tantalize my clit with the material. I was ready for him.
“Come find me” I teased. I giggled as I felt him poking through air and then into the padded flesh of my bum. He tried again but this time got my inner thigh. Third time was a charm as he rammed into me full hilt like a heat-seeking missile and let out a tremendous roar as he found me. Using only his lower body and abdominal muscles he thrust into me as hard as he could. I fucked him back, slamming my ass into his thighs and feeling him so deep I thought he could split me in two. Our screams melded in air like a catastrophic melody. My limbs went numb and somewhere deep inside me I felt a rumble of ultimate gratification. I felt myself losing control as he pumped into me deeper and harder… and I loved every minute of it as I begged him for more. Deeper… harder… deeper… harder… I just couldn’t get enough. He felt so huge inside of me that I was surprised I could take all of him so well. My throat burned from screaming and my breasts felt sore from the friction of the sweater rubbing against them. They heaved towards my face and slapped my chin as he pounded into me with all his might. Suddenly, an uncontrollable shiver swept over me branching from my neither regions out towards my toes and ending at my temples. My entire body shook with seizures as I produced spasm after spasm of warm love juice. The orgasm continued to ripple through me as he let out a sudden growl that was so loud I had to cover my ears. He pumped me full of liquid fire as my body continued to twitch with aftershocks. I was still cumming minutes later and lost count of the number of times he splashed my insides with his milky seed. I tried to calm my tense muscles to release him but my grip was far too tight. We stayed fused, gasping for our lives, afraid to break apart and sever the moment. My heart was beating out of my chest and I could only imagine he had lost feeling in both his arms by now. I felt a sudden rush of blood to my extremities and collapsed in a ball on the bed. His slick cock glistened in the candlelight as I felt his sperm running out of me in a steady stream.
Minutes later I regained my composure and fetched a towel from the nightstand. I wiped the sin from our bodies until clean and exhaled in pure satisfaction. Staring at his wool covered face and body and pondering over his masculine form made me wonder… should I really take him down so soon… or shouldn’t I?
