Loading...My ex-girlfriend Tori and I dated for five years, and we had an interesting sex life during that time. She had a thing for kink, which I happily indulged in as well, but one particular encounter sticks out in my mind.
We had a great time that day. We went to dinner and a movie, walked around the mall for an hour or so, and browsed the local bookstore. All the while we kept shooting each other flirtatious glances. I could tell, from experience, that she was in the mood for something, and I hoped she was picking up the same signals from me.
For you see, I had something special in mind for her that night that I knew she would intensely enjoy. A present I had purchased the day before sat hidden in the trunk of my car, waiting to be used.
We arrived back at her house around 10 that Saturday night. We snuck in, needlessly quiet, as if there were anyone to catch us, dropped our bags by the door, kicked off our shoes, and hurried upstairs. My heart was racing as we made it to her bedroom, and she shut the door behind us. I grabbed her as tightly as I could and we firmly pressed our lips together. Slowly, she slid her tongue into my mouth, and I did the same to her. She worked her way across my right cheek, down that side of my neck, then back up the other side. The chills and the goosebumps were overwhelming as she reached my left ear, nibbled on my earlobe, and whispered:
“I want you in me. Now.”
It was all I could do to resist, but I had a plan, and I was sticking to it.
“I have a better idea.” She looked at me, disappointed, until I finished. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”
“The kind I’ve kept hidden, hoping we could enjoy on a special night,” I replied. “Why don’t I go get it out of my car, while you make yourself comfortable?”
“Alright,” she replied, “but be quick.” She pulled me in close and whispered as she had before: “I’m already wet.”
I nearly sprinted down the staircase, fumbling to get my keys out of my pocket. She had always known how to press my buttons, and she was doing a damn good job of it tonight. The passionate kisses, the whispers into my ear, the dirty talking put me deeper into a mood I was already in. I ran out into the cool autumn night, to the back of my car and popped the trunk. There, behind a toolbox and some jumper cables, hidden in a black plastic bag, lay her surprise. I grabbed with haste, shut the trunk, and hurried back inside. As I came closer to the bedroom door, all I could think of was how much fun we were about to have, but I didn’t know how right I was.
Tori stood beside the bed, naked except for a pair of tight teal panties. She was shorter than I with an extra pound or two, but that did not matter. Her long auburn hair , devilish green eyes, lily white skin, and C size breasts were only part of what made her beautiful to me. She looked at me coyly and I shot back a grin at least a foot wide. I walked closer, and her eyes drifted from me to the bag. Before she could even ask, I pulled it out with a mild “Surprise.”
It was a vibrator, silver, and about the size and shape of a small egg. Attached to it by a thin cord was a remote with three different settings and an off button. Her lips went into the shape of an O.
“Do you like it?” I asked, excitedly. “I saw it the other day and thought you and I might both enjoy it.”
“Oh I do, I do,” she replied. “And, uh, what exactly did you plan on doing with this?”
Now it was my turn to be dirty. “Oh, I thought maybe, if you’d like, we would tie you up and play with it a little.”
Her eyes lit up at the suggestion. As i said, she had an affinity for kink, especially bondage play. Although it was I who first suggested it by introducing a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, she had fully embraced it and updated our inventory with a variety of other toys. She must have had those on her mind when she answered.
“Get that thing ready,” she said hotly. “I’ll get the rest.”
I did as she commanded and ripped away at the package. By the time I got the batteries installed, she too was ready. She had tied the black wrist and ankle restraints to the cast iron bed frame. Lying beside her on the bed were a black velvet blindfold and a red plastic ballgag with a faux leather strap. She had left the whips and chains out, but that did not matter. We had all we needed as I lay down beside her.
She began to remove her panties, but I stopped her, insisting that she should trust me. I was in control now. First, I slid the blindfold over her eyes, careful not to catch her hair in the process. I bade her to open wide, and when she did, I placed the gag inside her tiny mouth and fastened the buckle. I laid her back down and, straddling her, placed her wrists in the cuffs and pulled the Velcro tight enough so that she was not in pain but would also not be able to move her hands more than an inch at most. I stood up, pushed her legs together, and did the same with her ankles, although I lingered a little longer here.
I had always had a foot fetish as long as I could remember. She knew that and would indulge my fantasies every so often with the occasional foot in my face during sex or footjob. Tonight, her feet were especially appealing. She had painted her long toes a dark shade of purple that contrasted perfectly with her pale size 8 feet. I wanted them so badly, but for now, there were other plans.
I stood up and surveyed my work. Tori laid on the bed, blindfolded, gagged, and bound at her wrists and ankles so that she made a straight line. My manhood began to twitch and tremble at the sight as I came closer with the vibrator. I ran my left hand across her face and down her chest, fondling her breasts and twisting her nipples, which I could tell she enjoyed. I made my way over her stomach before I slowly snuck my hand into those teal panties. She was not lying when she said that she was wet. I could feel it as I traced my middle finger from the top of her wet pussy to her clitoris, where I made a few subtle motions, and she moaned quietly. I took the bulb of the vibrator and placed it exactly where my finger was. It stayed in place, held there by the tight fit of her underwear. She trembled with anticipation. She knew what was coming. I was about to press her buttons.
I started off slowly at first, turning it to the lowest possible setting. There was a low hum, and Tori let out a sigh of content. After a minute, I turned it up to the next setting. It let off a louder hum, and she a louder moan. After another short time, I turned it up as high as it would go. The humming was much louder now, but it did not matter. The sound was beginning to be covered up by her still muffled groans. She was clearly enjoying this, as her body twisted and gyrated. She was really getting into it, but before it went too far, I would simply press the low speed button again, and her moans would once again grow quiet.
This continued for some time. I changed the patterns as I went, sometimes flickering back and forth between the low and medium, medium and high, or straight from low to high and back again, changing the times as well from 30 seconds on one setting to no more than a blink on another. As the vibrations got more and more intense, she would moan louder and louder, and when I lowered them, she would groan with an enjoyed frustration. If her hands were free, she’d kill me for torturing her this way. All the while, I sat back with remote in hand and watched. I watched as she would raise her hips to somehow get her clit closer to the source of her pleasure. Her body turned from one side to another, trying to get free, causing her illustrious breasts to shake in the process. Her fingers flexed and her wrists twisted, grabbing at something, anything, with no success. This was all very enticing, and I had to almost remind myself to blink, but my eyes constantly kept drifting back to her feet.
The way she flexed her toes and tried to kick herself free as her ankles struggled had my imagination running wild. Oh, the things I would like to do with her feet. Dirty thoughts filled my mind, but they soon subsided as I realized that she was not into that sort of thing, or rather she didn’t know if she was. She had never tried it. That’s when the idea came into my head. She’s tied to the bed, bound and gagged, at my mercy, and I can do whatever I please. If not now, when?
I began kissing my way down her left leg, getting off the bed in the process, still fooling with the vibrator’s remote. I stood at the foot of the bed, her feet in front of me, and I knew I had my chance. I bent down and slowly, gently, kissed the soft sole of her left foot. She did not notice. I did it again. This time there was a sound, but I could not tell if it was from my actions or the vibrations. Nonetheless, I kept at it, and with great eagerness, I ran my tongue along her sole, from her heel to the top of her big toe. She moaned loudly. At first, I thought it was because of me, but then I realized I left the vibrator on high. As her moans and groans became frequent and louder, I knew that she was approaching orgasm and was paying no notice to anything else around her. I decided to make the best of it, dropped the remote beside her, and knelt in front of her.
I took her feet in both hands, picking up right where I had left off. I kissed her sole up and down, then each toe. Her feet were sweaty from the day’s venture, but it was not unpleasant. In fact, it was rather nice. I painted her foot with my tongue before I began nibbling the ball of her foot. I could not contain myself. I could feel myself getting harder and harder as I began to suck on each toe individually before I took every toe into my mouth. They tasted so sweet on my tongue that I soon switched to her right foot, where the process began again. Kiss, lick, nibble, suck. Her wriggling made it a little more challenging but all the more worth it. As I worshiped one foot, I held the other as close to my face as I could. I switched from one foot to the other, tasting the sweetness of her perfect feet and inhaling the smell.
Her moans were bordering on screams that passed through the holes in her ballgag. She was about to cum. Before she could, I held both of her feet and placed both big toes in my mouth and sucked. She came. Hard. Her hips lunged forward and stayed there for several seconds as she let out one last powerful groan. In my mouth, her toes curled and pulled at my lips, but I would not release them. I had noticed her toes curling when she orgasmed before, but to actually have hold of them was something entirely different. Her feet soon relaxed, her hips fell, and she was silent.
I stood up and turned the vibrator off before I undid her restraints. I took the ankle cuffs off first, then released her wrists, slid off the blindfold and lastly removed the ballgag. She laid there breathless for a while, while I just leaned over and smiled at her. She eventually regained the ability to speak.
“That….was…intense.”
I was very proud. “Glad you enjoyed it. I take it you like my new toy?”
“No,” she replied. “It wasn’t…just that. It was…you.”
“Me?” I was a bit shocked. “What did I do?”
“Whatever you were doing to my feet was amazing. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”
I was at a loss for words. I had enjoyed it, but I didn’t think she would too, at least not to that extent. It was all I could do to reply:
“Well, I guess we found something new for us.”
She looked at me with a hungry glare and without warning threw me on my back with a strength I didn’t know she possessed. Before I could react, she had pulled off my jeans and my boxers and thrown them into the corner of the room. She did not even bother with my socks or my shirt as she pulled her panties down and climbed on top of me. She grabbed my now rock hard cock and slid it into her still dripping pussy. She rode me hard that night, harder than she ever had before. I was almost afraid the bed would snap, but who cared? I screamed her name, and she screamed mine right back. We both came, she for the second time, which I certainly did not mind. She slid beside me and rested her head on my chest, while I just stared at the ceiling. I took hold of my senses and looked down at her, smiling and content.
“You know what this means, Tori?”
“What?”
“I need to surprise you more often.”