Since he’d finished everything he’d planned to do today, Mike gave Erin a call.
“Guild Design Productions, this is Erin, How can I help you?”
“Just hearing your lilting voice is always a big help to me,” Mike said.
“Mike darling,” she laughed. “What do I owe the honor of this call to?”
“I’ve got the night off and wondered if you wanted to play tonight?”
“Let me check, hang on,” she said. Mike could hear her say; “Steve! Is there any
reason for my staying late tonight?”
“No business reason, but I’d love to have pleasure of your company.”
“Fat chance,” she told Steve. “That sounds great. Could we play at my place? I’ve
been working on something I think you’ll like,” she said to Mike.
“Sure, what time?”
“Make it seven thirty, use your key and don’t be earlier!”
“Okay,” Mike laughed. “Want me to bring dinner?”
“Naw, I have stuff in the fridge. What’s your inseam?”
“My inseam? Are you making me a pair of pants?”
“You’ll find out when you get to my place,” she laughed.
“Okay, it’s thirty-four. You do have my curiosity perked. I’ll see you at seven
thirty, and I just might bring you something special. You will have to wait till we’re
done playing to see what it is.”
“Okay, we’ll both be surprised,” she said before hanging up.
***
Mike opened her door at precisely seven-thirty-two. “Okay I’m here, what’s the
surprise?” He heard a muffled sound from the bedroom. When he turned the corner, what he
saw surprised him and made him smile. Erin was sitting in a sling hung from the doorway,
wearing a shear negligee, ropes holding to the ceiling, tape over her mouth and cuffs on
her wrist. She waved at him with her right hand that hadn’t been fastened into the cuff on
the rope from the ceiling.
“Can’t have you escape from that bondage can we?” he said as he fastened her wrist
into the cuff.
“You have been working hard haven’t you?” He reached out and ran his hand along
her breast. Mike could feel his prick getting hard as he touched her. “Now I see why you
wanted my inseam! I’ll bet if I measured your cunt it would be thirty-five inches from the
floor!” That drew a muffled laugh and a nod from Erin. “You know I’m forced to abuse you
for keeping this secret,” he said as he started tickling her feet. Erin laughed into her
gag and tried to move her feet, but she had done too good a job of tying herself. Mike
worked on her feet for a minute, shifted to her breasts, and underarms, with an occasional
touch to her clit. Within minutes he could tell she was ready to cum. He knew he was
having trouble holding out also.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he stroked her clit again. At her violent nodding, he
said; “before I let you cum I have a question for you. Will you marry me?”
Erin’s eyes flew wide as she started nodding violently. “Is that a yes?” he asked
with a laugh. At her moan and nod he started to fuck her. They both came quickly, Erin
several times. As he untied her, she fell into his arms and he removed the gag tape.
“Yes I’ll marry you, you heartless torturer! I will love being your wife.”
“Do you remember the first time we tried bondage?” Mike asked as he nuzzled her
neck.
“Sure I do,” Erin laughed. “I had dragged you to Lincoln Center to watch the old
serials from the thirties and forties. At the break I complained about the lack of realism
and you said you could do better. We went back to your place, and the only things you had
to tie me with were old neckties you had. I had marks on my wrist for days!”
“You also had the biggest, wildest, orgasm I’d ever seen! Then we did some research
and found out about the lifestyle, and places to get gentler restraints,” Mike said.
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