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A Change of Plans

by Dulcinea

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© Copyright 2001 - Dulcinea - Used by permission

Storycodes: Sbf; scarves; M/f; cons; X

She called him to see what time he would be home that night. They had talked yesterday about their plans for tonight, trying to decide which movie to go to.

"Did you decide what you want to see tonight?" she asked him.

He chuckled deep in his throat. "What would I like to see tonight?" His voice was low. "How about you, tied up, a sexy little slave girl waiting for her master?"

"A slave girl?" She laughed. "How about a leather clad dominatrix, ready to crack her whip at her pet?"

He was quiet for a moment. "How about we save that for tomorrow?"

"How about you think about what movie you want to see, and I'll get dinner ready. Okay?" 

He was still laughing as she hung up the phone. What made her decide to do it, she would never know. But she had about fifteen minutes to get ready before he would be home. She didn't know what a slave girl might wear, but she knew what he would like. Red satin bra and panties, garter belt, red stockings, and high heels. She looked at the bed and wondered how she could tie herself up there, and decided against it.

The living room had a big hook in the ceiling where she had a hanging plant. He wanted a tied-up slave girl, well, she would be tied up in the living room where he would see her almost as soon as he came in. She had just gotten everything into place when she heard his key in the lock. She shivered with excitement, knowing he would be surprised, knowing that this evening would be an interesting one.

"I'm home!" he called, swinging the door open. Dropping his briefcase on the floor next to the closet, he hung up his coat, listening for her to respond. 

"Hello?" He called.

He almost didn't see her as he rounded the corner. Her muffled cries drew his attention, his eyes quickly assessing the situation.

"Oh, my...."

She was standing in the corner, dressed in her sexy red lingerie, hands pulled up over her head and tied to the hook in the ceiling with a black scarf. She looked so alluring, arms stretched up like that, her breasts thrusting towards him, her legs beautifully shaped by the heels she wore. She'd even tied a second scarf around her mouth, like a gag.

His cock leapt to attention, throbbing as it grew. "I take it we aren't going to a movie tonight?"

"Mmmphhlm." She made a half-hearted attempt to struggle against the restraints on her arms, her breasts jiggling in the red bra. Crossing the room to where she stood, he reached out and touched the red satin cups, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.

"Oh, man.... I can't believe you did this!" He lowered his head to kiss the soft skin swelling over the edge of the bra, his tongue flicking down the sweet valley between her breasts.

His hands wandered down her sides, rubbing gently, working around to cup the satin clad cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly against him, he pressed his hard cock against her, and her hard nipples poking his chest. Slipping one finger into the crotch of her panties, he felt her love juices running out, soaking the thin material.

"A little excited, are we, dear?" he chuckled.

Stepping back, he stared at her, enjoying the writhing form before him. With casual deliberateness, he undressed, knowing she was watching. His cock stuck straight out, slick with precum. Stepping up to her, it rubbed against her stomach as he leaned in close to kiss her, his lips touching hers around the gag. His hands ran up her body now, up her arms, touching the scarf that held her bound. Kissing down her neck and shoulders, he untied her, guiding her arms down.

"Are you my little slave girl?" he asked. 

She nodded, her body trembling as he kissed across her back and shoulders, slow kisses in what he knew was an erogenous zone for her. Licking slowly down her spine, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her his as far as he could without unhooking the stockings. Standing behind her, he slid the head of his cock between her legs, feeling it glide effortlessly in between her wet pussy lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her hard clit, making her moan into the gag with each stroke. His hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples, nibbling on her shoulders. She climaxed hard, her body trembling, his arms around her keeping her from falling. The muscles of her ass squeezed around the base of his cock, her cum pouring out down the inside of her thighs.

Separating, he led her to the couch, fastening her arms to the end table with the same scarf she'd used to surprise him. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her hips off the couch, spreading her legs wide. Planting his hard cock inside her wet pussy, he began to pump, thrusting his hips forward hard and fast, his balls slamming against her ass with each stroke. She arched her back as her orgasm ripped through her, her legs clasping around his waist. He dropped on top of her, pressing his face into her breasts, emptying his seed deep into her belly.

He lay there a moment, feeling the last tremors of her orgasm pass, a deep purr of contentment coming from her with each breath. Removing the gag, he kissed her, his tongue wetting her dry lips.

"You really surprised me," he told her.

"I thought that was what you wanted to see," she said, a trace of laughter in her voice. "Untie me now?"

"Untie you?" His fingers stroked the underside of her left arm, the soft skin exposed by the way she was bound. "I don't think so. Not quite yet. The evening is young."

He silenced her objection with another kiss, his fingers doing things to make her squirm beneath him. "After all, you are my little slave girl tonight, right?"

She smiled, nodding. "Tonight I am your slave girl," she said.

Her smile grew wicked. "But tomorrow, remember, you said it would be my turn."

He recalled the "dominatrix" comment she'd made earlier.

"I think I might be in trouble," he said with a smile.



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