Six Little Words

SIX LITTLE WORDS

 

Book 1

Chapter 3

 

     He undid his pants, letting his boxers and jeans slide down to his ankles.  Pressing the turgid tip to her lips, he asked “Any last words?”  She licked her lips, and then kissed it before forming her lips into an O around it.  She licked, slurped, and sucked, taking him a little more into her mouth each time until she was almost deep throating him.  She pulled back with a particularly loud slurp and told him “Get the harness ring gag out of the bin with all the gags in it.”  “The what gag?” he asked.  “Why would I want to gag you?”  “It’s not like that.  It’s not a gag to keep me quiet.  It looks like a plastic ring with leather straps attached to it.  It’s not actually plastic.  It’s coated metal.  It keeps me from biting you.  The ring holds my mouth open, and the straps hold it in place.”  “Why would you want to bite me?”  “I don’t want to bite you.  I just don’t want that option available to me.  Humor me.  I want to feel totally controlled, absolutely in your power.  Trust me, it will still be really good.”  “If you say so” he replied while sorting through the many gags.  “It’s your game.  I’m just a player in it.  Here it is.  Open wide.”  He began fitting it onto her head.

     “Ank ewe” she told him, as he buckled the last strap tightly under her chin.  “Ut it ack in” she instructed, now unable to enunciate properly.  He roughly grabbed her ponytail, tipped her head back, and forced his dick into her mouth.  He felt it bounce off the back of her throat, but she didn’t choke.  “Maybe being gagged a lot through the years has loosened up her gag reflex.”  He pushed himself in a little deeper, and she had to tilt her head back to try to accommodate him in her throat.  The tall stiff posture collar locked around her throat made it more of a challenge.  When he knew he was in her throat, he held her there.  She worked her lips around the ring gag at first and he could still feel her tongue, but then she realized her airway was blocked.  She started to struggle.  Just a little at first, but then she was pulling at her restraints and trying to dislodge his cock.  He held on tightly, as he counted to thirty.  She wasn’t totally freaking out, but she was trying to put up a fight.  It did no good.  He had done as she wanted, and he was in total control.  Jim couldn’t believe how turned on he was. 

     Upon reaching thirty; he pulled back about an inch, clearing her airway.  She gulped at his prick as she greedily sucked precious air in through her nose.  A lot of spittle ran down her chin.  “Is that what you were looking for?”  Her blind eyes looked up towards him, and she did her beast to nod her head while vigorously sucking his dick.  “Umm hmm” she mumbled.  The ring gag in her mouth didn’t prevent her from creating a tight suction around his shaft with her lips.  Jim groaned as her tried to hold back, resting his hands on either side of her head.  He did it more of a place to them as opposed to forcing or guiding her.  She had her own agenda and despite the restraints, blindfold, and gag, it was clear that she was experienced at fellatio.  When it eventually became too much, he shot his load deep in her mouth.  He used the placement of his hands to his advantage, grabbing the harness of the ring gag on either side of her head.  Now she would be unable to pull away and expel his spendings.  She made no attempt; instead swallowing every drop like she did it every day.  He held himself there a little longer, eventually withdrawing when he became soft.  “Ank ewe” she told him as her tongue swiped her lips.  She looked a little like a fish on a hook.  She couldn’t close her mouth all the way, and her lips framed the ring in a perfect O.

      Pulling up his pants and drawers, he fished the keys out of his pocket and removed the handcuffs from her ankles.  Next, he unbuckled enough of the top of the harness gag to remove the blindfold.  As she blinked and squinted, getting her eyes used to the light, he re-secured the straps.  “Ayyy” she said loudly, as she figured out what she was doing.  “Ake es off o eee” she slurred.  He wiped some drool from her chin.  “You don’t like it, do you?”  She pulled at her bound hands.  “Unn Uhh” she whined.  “You’ll wear it for a while for just that reason” he told her.  “It’s a good look for you.  If I could paint, I’d do it in water colors and call it ‘hunting for penis’.”  She made a grumbling sound as he helped her to her stiletto heeled feet.  “Ow ong?” “Until I decide to take it off.  It’s not like you can.  Hey, you’re the one who wants to be controlled.”  He picked up a gag that was an essential twin of the one she had cut off earlier.  He turned it over and saw that it was identical except it had no hole running through it.  “Imm et eee ree ou alk ou ewe” she pleaded.  Some more spittle ran out the front of her mouth.  “Once again, it’s not your decision.  I’m not really into this drooling thing” he said, wiping it away again.  “You’re like a fountain every time you talk.  Besides, I can lock this on to you.”  He showed her the buckle.  “Then I can give you the use of your hands back.  It will be just like you planned it at the beginning of the day.”  He raised the gag in front of her face and lined the shaft up with the hole in an exaggerated fashion.  “Ut it urts!”  “It hurts?” he said laughing.  “This is coming from a woman who put clamps on her nipples this morning, so she can be uncomfortable all day” he asked rhetorically.  “Umm hmm” she whined.  “Discussion over” he told her as he drove the plug home.  Her body jerked at first, like she was going to resist.  He held her with one hand flat against the gag panel and the other on the nape of her neck.  It became obvious that she wasn’t going to put up a fight.  It had just been an involuntary reaction.  She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, waiting to see what he would do.  He buckled the gag snugly, and then dug in his pocket for the small padlock that had previously secured her handcuff and leg iron chains while she knelt.  The lock went through the hole on the gag’s buckle, closing with a loud click.  She gave a muted little squeal.  Only then did he remove the handcuffs that held her hands behind her.

     He pocketed the handcuffs as her arms fell back to her sides, still connected by short chains, to her waist.  “There” he told her.  “It’s just like you thought it would be when you decided to play ‘bondage maid’ today.  The only difference is that you now have a spectator.”  He paused.  “Make that an admirer.  I now have a quiet, obedient Jessica.”  He caressed her cheek.  “This is different, but I think I could get used to it.  It’s like two sides of the same coin.” 

      He lifted the last Rubbermaid bin onto the bed.  This one was a dark green in color.  Pooping the lid off, a sly grin came across his face.  It was totally full of sex toys.  Every imaginable type of dildo, vibrator, and butt plug, fell from his hands as he sorted through the bin.  Some of them vibrated, and some didn’t.  Most had cords neatly wrapped around them, held in place with rubber bands.  Others had the controls right on the device.  A few even had wireless remote controls.  At the bottom of the bin he found a strap on dildo harness.  He held it up for her to see.  “This is always an awkward question in a new relationship, but do you do women?”  She turned her back to him, blushing.  “Okay, I’ll change the subject” he said, throwing the belt back into the heap of sex toys and turning her around.  “Show me the sizes of the ones inside you now.”  She was still blushing, but he could tell that she was smiling behind her gags.  She sorted through the pile and came up with a pretty large dildo.  It was about eight inches long and fairly squat in diameter.  “I see” he nodded, “And in your other end?”  He swatted her lightly on the ass.  The butt plug she held up looked huge to him, not that anything back there would seem small.  She giggled behind her gag.  “Do they vibrate?”  She shook her head as much as the posture collar would allow.  “If I put one of the remote controlled ones in, and locked on the chastity corset; you couldn’t get it out, but I could turn it on and off whenever I liked, right?” he asked.  She nodded.  “I think that your next cleaning day is going to be even more interesting than this one. 

     She was smiling again until he asked “How many female partners have you had?”  She punched him in the thigh hard, and stormed out of the room as fast as her hobble would allow.  He caught up with her in the living room, and told her “You can just hold up fingers, or don’t you have that many?”  She swung at his leg again, but he was ready this time and stepped out of the way.  “Do you need a little tighter restraint while we finish this conversation?” he asked, pulling the handcuffs out of his pocket and dangling them in front of her face.  “We’re going to have this conversation.  I’m a guy who’s fascinated by this type of thing.”  She pointed towards her gagged mouth and sighed through her nose.

      “Eyem ott oing ou alk ou ewe ike ess.” She mumbled.  He had taken out the penis gag, but left the harness ring gag in place.  She started to fold her arms in front of her defensively, but again figured out that her restraints wouldn’t allow it.  “Eyem aiting” she grumbled and glared at him.  He pulled a couple of Kleenexes out of the box on the end table, wiped her lower lip and chin, and began to unbuckle the gag.  “Thank you” she told him when it was finally out of his mouth.  “That’s a fun gag to play with for blow jobs and things, but it really is an uncomfortable gag after awhile.  It’s not just the drool; it was really making my jaw cramp up.”  She moved towards him and gave him a kiss.  “Just put the penis one in when you gag me again, okay?”  “That sounds alright, but back to the subject at hand” he said, raising his eyebrows.  “I’m not a lesbian, or at least I’m not only a lesbian.”  She was turning bright red again.  “I guess you could say that I’m bisexual, but I’ve only been with one woman in my life.”  “I’m not even sure that makes you bisexual” Jim told her.  “Most people just call that experimentation.”  “I’ve been with her a lot, many, many times.  “Is it your friend from Wisconsin?” he asked.  “Her name is Catherine, Cathy.  We’ve been screwing around since we were young.  She’s also into most of the same things as me.”  She raised her arms and rattled the chains that snaked from her wrists.  “She’s the one who usually ties you up?” he asked.  “Sort of.  That’s kind of a problem.  We’re both really submissive.  We switch off.  Sometimes we do stuff like this with both of us chained up.  I prefer men, she doesn’t.”  Jim sat down on the sofa and patted a spot next to him.  “Have a seat and tell me about it.”  “I’m fine standing.”  Jim’s arm shot forward and grabbed the chain between her breasts, which ran from her collar to her waist chain.  In one yank, he pulled her over and deposited her next to him.  Between the hobble chain at her ankles and the stiletto heels, Jessica was always a little off balance in whatever she did in her bondage.  This time was no difference, and she could put up no resistance as he flung her like a doll.  “When I tell you to sit, you will sit” he told her in an authoritative voice. “Yes sir” she mumbled, surprised by the whole thing.  He produced the blindfold from his back pocket.  Jessica hadn’t even noticed it there.

     Jessica now lay on her back, on the couch with her head pillowed in Jim’s lap.  She was restrained as before, except she now wore the blindfold tightly buckled over her eyes.  “Let’s see if that helps” Jim told her.  “It seems to make you more submissive, and I like the way it looks anyway.  Tell me, which came first with Cathy, the tie up games, or the woman on woman stuff?”  Jessica blushed again under the blindfold.  He tickled her under her chin and told her “Come on, I’m just trying to see where I stand.”  “You’re my boyfriend” she replied.  “And she’s what?  Your girlfriend?”  “I haven’t been with her since we got together” Jessica shot back defensively.  “Are you going to quit being best friends?”  “No, of course not.”  “Did you stop seeing her because of me?  Has she tried to get you to come up and see her since we started going out?”  “Yes on both counts.  It’s kind of been a between relationship kind of thing.  She knows that.”  “Does she see other people?”  “Yes, but like I do.  They are kind of few and far between.  You don’t seem angry.  Are you angry?”  “I’m not angry.  How could I be angry?  Maybe a little disappointed because you didn’t tell me about this before now.  I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you were going to tell me eventually.”  “Thank you” she replied.  “You were also going to tell me that you’re the freaking bondage queen of the universe too, right?”  “Jim” she whined, “That’s not fair.  I didn’t want to scare you away.”  “I haven’t left yet, have I?  This day has gotten stranger every hour that it progresses.  Which came first, the tie up, or the lesbian games?”  “We used to tie each other up.  Just playing around.  We were pretty honest with each other.  At one point, one of us told the other, I think it was me, that she liked it.  We both agreed on that.  It was kind of like an escape artist thing, except neither of us ever came close to escaping.  We were both really good at tying knots, and quite inventive.”  “How old were you then?” Jim interrupted.  “O, I don’t know.  Probably thirteen or fourteen.  It started with ropes.  There are always plenty of them lying around on a farm.  There are also plenty of good places to tie someone up in a big old barn.  Like I said before, no one ever got loose.  It almost became a contest of who could make the other one more helpless.  That’s when the gags and blindfolds came in, and eventually making the victim wear restrictive clothes or punishment clothes.”  “What are punishment clothes?”   “They were whatever our creative minds could come up with.  For example, we had a lot of heavy winter clothes around, being that it was Wisconsin.  Thins like snow suits, ski bibs, and the like.  They were warm and great during the winter, but it really sucked being tied up in them in the middle of the summer in a hayloft.  Even worse with a raincoat or rain suit under the whole package, or being tied up with burlap sacks under your clothes for under garments.  You want to talk about some serious chaffing.”  Jim laughed and stroked her forehead.  “Eventually Cathy started to do sexual things to me when she had me tied up and helpless.  I didn’t mind.  I actually liked it a lot.  I started to return the favors.  Neither of us were sexually active before that.  Then I discovered boys and she got a little upset, but I always made time for our tie up games.”  “Does she date men at all?”  “Sure she does.  Like I said, I prefer men, she prefers women, but she’s not a man hater or anything.  She’s had the same problems I’ve had with people accepting my fetishes and things.  It’s either play alone, which I do a lot, if you can’t tell by my huge collection of bondage toys, or play with her.”  She made kissing sounds with her lips.  Jim bent forward and kissed her tenderly.  “We’ve never done a threesome.  I thought I’d get that out on the table right now, because I knew you were going to ask.  Every man’s fantasy, right?”  She giggled and searched blindly upward with her lips until he kissed her again.  “Have I seen it all, or are there other surprises waiting for me later today?” he asked, only half joking.  “The closet in the spare bedroom has a lot of my kinky outfits.  You know, naughty nurse, catholic school girl, stuff like that, along with a lot of rubber and leather stuff.  If you like this” she shook the leather skirt of her French maid’s uniform, “I don’t think that you’ll object to any of them.  It also has some bondage stuff that I can’t use on my own, like my single glove, U glove, and strait jacket.”  “I know what a strait jacket is, but what are the other two?” Jim asked.  “A single glove is almost what it sounds like.  It covers my hands, and holds my arms together behind me.  It totally covers my arms, and goes up to my armpits.  It laces as tight as you want.  I can touch my elbows together behind me.  It basically makes my arms one entity.  It has straps that go around my upper torso, attaching it to my body.  When put on correctly, it’s impossible to escape.  The U glove is about the same thing except my arms aren’t straight out behind me.  My wrists are tightly strapped to the opposite elbow and then a leather cover goes over them.  It also straps tightly to my body.  It’s sort of like a back pack for my arms, only I can’t take it off when I want to.  Both make my hands and arms totally unusable.  I really like to be bound in them, but I can’t put them on myself.  It’s the same thing with the straight jacket.  It’s made of rubber also.”  “I’ll be sure to stop in there and do a little looking.  I’m also going to go on your computer.  I’m thinking a check of the sites you’ve recently visited and the ones that you’ve book marked would be very informative.  Do you have any objections to that?”  “Would it matter if I did?” she said putting on a fake pout.  “I’m not going to over step any boundaries.  If you say ‘keep out’, I will.  I’m just looking to learn more about you and what you like.”  “No, go ahead and snoop on my computer.  How long until I can get loose?”  He looked at his watch.  “About four hours.  That’s going to be cutting it close.  Think that you can do it?”  “Do what?”  “Clean your house, of course.  You said that you get punished if it’s not finished in time.”  “But Jim…”  “What’s the punishment?” he interrupted.  “I don’t know.  I’ve always had it done on time.  I just imagine that it’s something really bad.  It keeps me motivated to keep working.”  “I’m thinking of a spanking with the paddle that I used earlier.  You didn’t seem real hot on that.”  He sat her upright.  “No, I can deal with that, I’m more into bondage.  Cathy is the one who likes to be spanked and whipped.”  “Twenty swats should do the job nicely.”  “That’s not fair.  I only have half the usual time to get it done” she argued.  He cut her off in mid sentence by inserting the shaft of the gag into her mouth.  “Then you better stop whining and start cleaning” he told her as he closed the padlock on the buckle.  He removed the blindfold and stood her up; then knelt between her legs.  He produced another small lock, and used it to shorten the leg iron chain from eighteen inches to about ten.  Her eyes went wide and she uttered a garbled complaint from behind her gag.  “That’s for not telling me you’re a muffin muncher.  We’ll talk about that letter.”  He rose to his feet and kissed her on the forehead.  “Times a wasting.  You’d better get busy.”

     

 

 

 

 

 

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