Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Two

       Jon parked his truck in his garage.  On the ride home from Dragos, he was convinced Jill wanted him to touch her.  On her legs, pussy or breasts, just so long as he touched her.  Jon thought better of it.  He knew she was aroused, so he was content to let her stew in her own juices of sexual anticipation.  There would be plenty of time to touch, to bind, and in general, ravish Jill to his hearts content.  After the garage door closed, he got out and walked around to the passenger side of his Ford F-150.  He reached up and helped Jill from the cab of the truck.  Her skirt slid up a bit more until Flokkes could get a glimpse of her pussy.  He was reasonably sure it was devoid of pubic hair.  He liked that.

       As soon as Jill’s feet touched the garage floor Jon put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him pressing her body to his.  He leaned down and kissed her waiting lips.  It seemed to him, and to Jill that there was electricity in that kiss.  The kiss seemed to last for ever.  Jill was hungry for his kiss.  She had always wondered what it would be like to be kissed, or for that matter, taken by him.  When Jon broke the kiss, he immediately kissed her again.  He pushed her against the side of his pickup truck, holding her there with his kiss and his hands inside her blouse working her breasts.  Jill returning his kisses with the same passion she received from Jon‘s kiss.  His hands felt wonderful on her breasts.  His cock approved.

       “Damn, Lady,“ breathed Folkkes.  “you are incredible.  I sure hope you know what you‘re getting into.”

       Jill‘s response was to wrap he arms around his neck and kiss him again.  She whispered, “Thank you, Sir.  You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

       Jon picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carried her into the house.  In the living room, he sat her down on the couch, then sat down beside her.  For the next few minutes they sat there, their arms wrapped around each other, kissing and hugging.  Jon managed to get Jill’s blouse open and was fondling her perfect breasts.  He was pleasantly pleased to discover her magnificent breasts were all hers, not some type of implant.  Jon hated “plastic boobs”.  His approving cock was painfully erect in his trousers.  John broke his kiss and pulled his face away from Jill’s.

       “Jill, I want you to stand up.  Stand in front of me,’ he commanded

       Jill kissed Jon, whispering, “Yessir.”

       Her legs were somewhat shaky due to her state of arousal, but she managed to obey him.  Her mind was in an erotic whirl pool of arousal..  Her nipples were hard and aching for his touch.  Jon Folkkes sat there, admiring Jill beauty.  He could see her breasts in her open blouse, and her high heel shod feet and legs were magnificent.  Her short skirt showed everything to his liking.  He figured it was time for the next step.

       “Jill, I want you to undress.  You can leave you hose and high heels on.”

       Jill blushed, the started undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse.   She pulled her blouse open, fully revealing a beautiful pair of breasts.  Her skin was creamy, accentuated by pink nipples.  As she moved they would sway and jiggle deliciously.  Jill removed her blouse and let it float to the floor.  Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them, which made her close her eyes and tremble.  Turning about slowly, she let Jon appreciate what she had to offer him.  Next came her short leather mini skirt.  She undid the button on the waist, and then with one smooth movement, unzipped the skirt.  The skirt fell away from Jill’s hips and landed on the floor next to her blouse.  She gazed at Jon, to gauge is reaction to her nakedness.  She was pleased and excited by the look on his face.

       Jon Folkkes was amazed at what he was seeing.  He was correct in the assumption that Jill had no pussy hair.  He was later to learn that it had been permanently removed by a laser process.  His eyes ran from her sweet face, down her elegant neck to her breasts, then down her flat belly to her smooth pussy and her nylon sheathed legs.  Her high heels emphasized the shape and curve of her legs.  As she turned he learned her ass was a piece of art.  He could imagine seeing striation marks from his whip across her beautiful ass, or her delicate wrists bound behind her back, resting on her beautiful ass..  Jill was still wearing her nude colored thigh high stockings and brown leather high heel pumps.  Elastic and delicate lace adorned the tops of her hose.  These items merely made her look even more naked.  John was lost in her beauty.  After a moment he regained control of his mind, but not his cock.  Reaching into a drawer in the end table next to the couch, he pulled out a pair of official police Smith & Wesson handcuffs.

       As Jon handed the cuffs to Jill, he said, “I want you to put these on yourself, behind your back.  Make sure they are tight.”

       The thought was running through his mind, ‘Now is the time she might back out and want to go home.’  Jill took the cuffs and held them to her breasts, then to her lips, kissing them.  She knew in a moment she would be helpless to him.  She wanted this more than anything.

       Jon watched with delightful amazement as Jill locked a cuff on her delicate left wrist, making sure it was tight.  Then he watched as she put her hands behind her back and locked the other cuff on her right wrist.  He could hear her make the cuff close with the familiar ratcheting sound.  He knew the cuffs were on tight, possibly a little uncomfortably so.  The immediate effect was to make her breasts more prominent.  He approved.  His cock was enthusiastic.

       Jon left her standing there as he stood and removed his clothing.  Jill had that glazed aroused look on her face.  That became even more so when he removed his trousers and his painfully rigid cock sprang into view.  Once he was naked, he moved over to Jill, hugging her to him and kissing her as he fondled her breasts.  His raging cock was trapped between their bodies, pressing hard against he belly.  Jill’s breath was coming fast and ragged.  His  moved hand to her pussy and found a virtual cauldron of steaming pussy juices.  She was amazing.  She closed her eyes and trembled  as his finger invaded her most intimate place.

       After a moment or two, he removed his hand and backed away from Jill.  She watch as he pulled several items from the drawer of the end table.  From these items he pulled a red ball gag, and turned to her.

       “Sweet Lady, open you mouth, now.”

       A trembling Jill opened her mouth with faint moan.  She could have protested, even refused, but she did not want to.  She wanted him to take possession of her.  Jon inserted the gag, pushing it well in to her mouth.  Moving behind her, he secured the gag with leather straps which were buckled tightly at the nape of her neck.  He looked at her pretty face and saw a mixture of fear and arousal in her sky blue eyes.  He kissed her cheek, then her gagged mouth.

       “Like I said, you are incredible, now you are mine,” he said.

       Jill closed here eyes and nodded her head in acceptance.  Her mind was in a sexually induced whirl of emotions.

       Jon was savoring every minute of this moment in time.  He pulled some rope from the items he drew from the end table.  With one strand of rope, he wrapped it tightly around her elbows.  He pulled the rope tighter until her elbows were nearly touching each other.  Her shoulders were pulled back, pushing her ample breasts out from her chest.        Quickly, he tied the rope off, locking her elbows in position.  He was pleasantly surprised when he pulled her back against his body, and running his hands around her body to her breasts.  The binding of her elbows behind her had the effect of making her breasts look nearly twice as large.  They were forced out from her chest, raised, making them look more magnificent, and terribly vulnerable.  In his wildest dreams he never figured Jill would look this good, or feel this good.  His hands squeezed her breasts, then he moved his hands out to her engorged nipples.  Taking her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, he pinched and twisted them.  Jill moaned softly and closed her eyes as she bore the delicious pain.

       Jon removed the handcuffs from Jill’s wrists.  However, he was quick to bind them together with another length of rope, pulling the ropes tight.  When he finished, he was extremely satisfied with his work.  Jill was helpless and gagged.  She could not free herself, and could not speak.  With a gesture of his hand, he ordered her to turn about so he could see her.  Again, there was no disappointment.  His cock was throbbing with his heart beat.

       Finally, he pulled a black leather collar from the table drawer, along with a black leather leash.  Jill’s eyes became larger as Jon put the collar around her neck, and locked it there with a small pad lock.  The final touch was latching the leather leash to the collar.  When he pulled on the leash, Jill knew she was his, completely.  She was so aroused she thought she would faint.  She had never been so sexually aware of herself and her needs and desire than this moment with Jon Folkkes.

       Folkkes pulled her to him, again, with one arm around her waist and the other resting on her ass.  He kissed her on her gagged mouth, again.  Then, bending over he picked her up like he had done before.  Cradling her in his arms he carried her to his bedroom.  The room was dominated by a very large four poster bed with massive bedposts.  He stood Jill on the floor, leaning her back against one of the bedposts on the corner at the foot of the bed.  With more rope he tightly bound her, face out, to the bedpost.  Ropes around her waist, thighs and just above her breasts held her tight to the bedpost.  Her ankles were quickly bound tightly together  She was helpless, and wondering what Jon had in mind.

       Jill had mixed emotions, fear and sexual arousal to the extreme.  The combination of emotions was a potent mixture  She watched Jon as he made her helpless.  She made no attempt to struggle or escape his grasp.  All she could see was Jon.  In her heart she felt she probably loved him, but most of all she lusted for him.  Ever since Sir Steven told her about Jon, Jill wanted him to capture, imprison, dominate, better yet, enslave her.  Now she was realizing her fantasy, and it both scared and aroused her.

       Jon backed up to look at Jill, and his handy work.  He did not speak, but his throbbing cock obviously approved of this tableau.  He walked over to a chest of drawers along one wall, and opening the top drawer, he retrieved a multi thronged flogger type whip.  Jill knew what was next, so did Jon.

       Jon leaned into Jill, kissing her gagged mouth again, while fondling her breasts, said, “Lady, you are awesome, and I want to give you a formal welcome to my bedroom.”

       He gauged his distance from her, then raised his whip.  He swung so it wrapped around her hip, striking her ass.  Even though she was bound facing out from the bed post, her ass was still accessible.  He brought the whip back and struck the other side of her ass.  The whipping was not terribly hard, but Jill could feel the heat and the sting.  As the whip came harder and faster, Jon moved the whip around to the front of her thighs, nipping at her pussy while in that neighborhood.  Jill was beginning to moan and squirm under the whip.  The whip on her pussy and thighs was painful, yet it aroused her even more.  She knew what was next.

       Jon paused for a moment, leaned down and kissed her pink nipples, and stood with a smile on his face, and a throb in his cock.  Jill watched him, quietly moaning, whimpering with arousal behind her gag.  Jon touched her cunt, then ran his fingers between her bound thighs and into the over heated depths of Jill’s pussy.  He found her clit and started to massage it with his fingers.  Jill bucked and heaved as her clit was attacked.  She was now humping his hand, trying to drive herself to a climax.  Just before that explosion took place, Jon stopped and withdrew his fingers.  A rather loud moan of disappointment escaped her gagged mouth.  

       Jon stepped back and shook out his whip.  His cock throbbed as he brought his whip across her left breast, then the right breast in quick succession.  Her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as they were struck his Jon’s whip.  He whipped them so rapidly Jill’s breasts were crashing against each other.  Pink striations from the whip were now appearing on her breasts.  Now Jill was squirming, moaning and beginning to cry in to her gag.  Jon gave her breasts a few more hard strokes of his whip, the retired the weapon.  He stood there watching Jill deal with the residual pain of being whipped.  Tears were running down her pretty face.  The heat of the whip in her breasts was being transmitted straight to her pussy.  He slipped his finger into her cunt, and found it to be hotter and wetter than before.  He cock was demanding relief.  He moved his fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.  Even with her tight bondage, Jill attempted to move her hips to meet his thrusting fingers.  Again, just be fore the crises, Jon pulled his fingers from her pussy.  Tears of sexual frustration filled here eyes.

       Jon, knew it was time.  He released her from the bedpost, but her elbows and wrists remained bound, and her gag remained in place.  He walked her, nearly stumbling in her high heel shoes, around to the side of the bed where he picked her up and deposited her on the bed,  He had thought he might spend more time with more fore play, but his cock was demanding satisfaction.  He pushed Jill’s legs apart, and put his cock at the heated entrance to her cunt.  The look of anticipation on Jill’s face told him what he wanted to know.  With one thrust, he pushed his cock deep into Jill.  She trembled again, and groaned loudly, and started to move her hips.  She closed her eyes and bit down on her gag as she felt Jon deep inside of her.  A magnificent erotic fire was being built, threatening to consume her.  Jon continued to thrust into her, plunging his cock ever deeper..  He continued until he could feel Jill’s cunt was reaching a crisis.  As she started to cum, Jon allowed his cock to erupt, spewing lava like cum into her pussy.  Jill was in the throes of her climax when she felt the heat of Jon’s orgasm.  She pushed her cunt hard against Jon’s pelvis, trying to make his cock go even deeper.  Both Jill and Jon continued to fuck each other until exhaustion took them.

       Jon lay on top of Jill, his cock deeply lodged in her and her breasts pressed hard against his chest.  When he regained his senses, he rolled off Jill, pulling his cock free of her.  He heard a soft sweet moan of disappointment from behind her gag.  Jon laid on his back, but he put his left arm under Jill pulling her, turning her to him.  She turned to her side with her breasts pressed against his side.  She pressed her still aching cunt against his thigh, moving her leg over his..  He held her tight, not wanting to let her go.  Finally, he removed the gag from her sweet mouth and kissed her.  Jill returned his kiss, kissing him  hard, displaying her passions.

       The silence was broken when Jill whispered, “Thank you, Sir.  Thank you very much.  I hope I please you.”

       Jon kissed her again, “Slave, you please me.  I am thinking about abducting you, locking you up and keeping you as me sex slave, forever.”

       Jill smiled and replied, “Sir, can I give my company two weeks notice, first?”

       Both laughed, enjoying the moment.  It was good, and both Jon and Jill were glad to be together at this moment.

       Later, Jon and Jill were sitting on the couch in the living room of his home.  He had released her, and now they were enjoying a glass of wine.  They were still naked.  Jon had his arm around her, gently stroking her breasts, while Jill was stroking his cock.  Even with the massive climax he had just experienced, his cock was coming back to life.

       Jon kissed Jill and said, “Lady, you are incredible.  I would like to see you again, very soon and very often.”

       Jill smiled and squeezed his cock as she replied, “I would like that, Jon.  I would like that very much.”

       “Even after I tied you up, whipped you, and made you have sex with me,” he asked.

       “Yes, Sir,” answered Jill.  “This was a perfect evening.  I hope we have many more.”

       “I hope so, too,” he replied.

       They sat there for the longest moment, when Jon asked, “Let me ask you…, when did you become acquainted with BDSM, rough sex, sexual slavery or that you had an interest in these things?”

       Jill paused, then replied, “Since I was about eleven or twelve years old.”

       A surprised Jon Folkkes asked, “You mean some one tied you up and made you  have sex with him when you were eleven?”

       Jill chuckled, “No, no, of course not.  Let me explain.”

       Jon answered, “Please, I am all ears.”

       “Well, at about that time in my life, I realized that men and women had sex, including my mother and father.  I was really curious, but no one would tell me much about it.  I could hear noises behind my parents bedroom door late at night.  It even sounded like my mother was in pain.  Finally, my curiosity got the best of me, and I peeked in to see what was happening.  I was shocked.  My father had tied up my mother and was whipping her, making her suck his cock, and having sex with her while she was tied to the bed.  I could see his massive cock in full erection.  I remember my mother, on her knees with her wrists bound behind her back, sucking my fathers cock while he whipped her breasts and ass.  I thought it was magnificent.  Before I knew it, I was very aroused.   I was too young to understand the feelings and urges I was experiencing, I just knew I liked what I was seeing.  Even though it was obviously painful, my mother enjoyed what was happening.”

       Jill continued, “I kept watching, then I would have dreams about my Dad doing those things to me.  He never did, but I could not get it out of my mind.  As I got older, I found there was pornography about these things.  When ever possible, I would look at this literature and pictures, knowing that I wanted to be treated like the models in this pictures, or the characters in the stories.  I remember reading the Story of O.  I wanted a Sir Stephen to make me his sex slave.  Then, I met the real live Sir Steven here in Dallas, and I finally understood my feelings and what the life style was all about.”

       Jill paused again, leaned down and kissed Jon’s cock, the continued.  “By the time I was sixteen, I wanted my Dad so bad it hurt.  Then, he was killed in a construction accident.  I don’t think he would have had sexual, or sadistic relations with me.  He was a good man.  I still had fantasies about him binding and torturing me.  He was the only man I had ever seen naked, and with a hard cock.  I wanted it so bad.  Both my mother and I were devastated.  Dad left us financially well off, but we missed him.  He was incredible as a father, he was my mother’s ‘master‘, and she his sex slave, and he was my fantasy ‘master’ and my caring father.  It took a long time for us to recover from that loss.  For my mother, it was the hardest thing she had ever experienced.  We talked about it, and her sexual slavery to my Dad.  She missed him, but she really missed being his sex slave.”

       “Did she ever remarry,” asked Jon.

       “No, she didn’t.  She did not date very much.  She has told me that no man could measure up to my father.  She didn’t want a husband, she wanted a Master.”

       “What’s her name?”

       Jill smiled, “Anne.  Maybe someday soon you could meet her.”

       “I’d like that.  Does Anne still live in the Dallas area.?”

       Jill replied, “Oh yes, she lives here in Fort Worth.  She works for some computer outfit.  I have tried to get her to date someone, but she doesn’t seem interested.  Sir Steven even offered to find someone for her.”

       Jon kissed Jill, and said, “Well, let’s hope she is happy.  Every one deserves to be happy.”

       Both sipped from their wine glasses, then Jon asked, “Does she know how submissive you are?”

       Again, Jill smiled at Jon, “Yes.  There are no secrets between us.  She thinks I would be happy with the right Master.  She worries that I will submit to some brutal monster that would destroy me.”

       Jill paused, this kissed Jon and asked, “You aren’t going to destroy me, are you?”

       Jon chuckled, “No, of course not, but…if an Arab white slaver came along, with the right money, I might……..”

       They both had a good laugh, then Jill moved off the couch, and onto the floor.  She knelt between Jon’s thighs and grasped his cock.  Her eyes were still on Jon’s face as she took his cock into her mouth.  Jon watched as his cock moved in and out of her pretty mouth and he felt her pretty pink tongue lashing the head of his cock.  He reached down and fondled her beautiful breasts.  He could still see faint whip striations on his breasts.  In his mind she was magnificent.  Jon Folkkes was obsessed with Jill.  He wanted her for his sex slave, and he wanted it on a permanent basis.  His cock was telling him it approved as it exploded in Jill Combs mouth.