We finally got the key to our new apartment. It’s a little house just for us, where no one can disturb us anymore. We open the door with pride and hug each other happily, proudly, and excitedly. My friend Hans holds me tightly and gives me an intense tongue kiss. I answer this kiss only too gladly, which is enough confirmation for him to realize his most exciting dream. He takes off my black scarf and uses it to blindfold me. Now that one of my senses is hidden, I feel excited as he opens my blouse button by button.
He gently pushes my half-cup bra down over my breasts, then strokes my nipples, which harden under his touch. I’m glad I decided to wear a blouse and a short skirt to celebrate this day. Sometimes, wearing feminine clothing has its advantages. Without warning, a sharp pain passes through my hard nipples. I take a deep breath, trying to find the cause of the pain. It feels like he is pressing his sharp fingernails deep into my nipples. Now he lets my nipples roll back and forth between his fingers with unrelenting pressure. I can imagine how he enjoys my pained face. He asks me how I feel about wearing a bra. He’d asked me not to wear anything under my clothes today. I felt guilty, so I turned my head to the ground. It was true. The last time he’d tormented me like this, he’d made me promise not to wear underwear today.
How could I forget that? Now I also knew why he’d grinned so wickedly when I’d got dressed this morning. He’d probably spent the day figuring out how to punish me. I’m trembling through everything he does, and suddenly I realize I also put on panties. Hopefully he won’t be too angry about this further offense. I get a little nervous and try to hug him more firmly. He thinks I don’t deserve his closeness or the sense of security that comes with it. He releases my nipples, giving me a brief sigh of relief, and then grabs my hands, keeping them clasped behind my back. With the second hand, he gently caresses the thin nylon fabric that my legs are wrapped in. He makes his way to my thighs, moving more and more slowly the closer he gets to my pussy. He’ll probably notice that I haven’t done what he asked, even though I’ve shaved my pussy. He’s still nice and affectionate, maybe thinking I’ve pulled out the excess fabric. My nerves are on edge.
What will he do when he realizes there’s no clear path to my pussy? I take a deep breath of relief as he, clearly at ease, makes his way under the layers of fabric with his hand, and begins to caress me. Gradually, my tension and fear of punishment dissipate, and I surrender to his tenderness. He just waited until that moment to continue his rough treatment. He likes to surprise me, to spank me, when I feel safe and relaxed. The pain emanating from my swollen labia now courses through my entire body. He shows me exactly where he wants to put two silver rings. I get the feeling he wants to pre-drill the holes with his fingernails. I can imagine how the heavy weights would feel on them, and he’s imitating that with his relentless fingers. If it weren’t for the protection of my pussy, he’d probably try to pull my labia down. Finally, he bites my throat like a vampire, so that I let out a short cry of pain. For now, that is enough for him, and he lets me go. I try to kiss him, but he turns around, pulling me by the hand into the next room. Still angry, he pulls my panties and my tights down to my calves, and lays me across his knee. As his hand makes my buttocks tingle, he declares the housewarming party open.
He gives me a blow-by-blow on my poor buttocks. He always works on one spot until I think I can’t take it any longer, then looks for a new piece of skin he can mistreat. That way I can tell he really wants to punish me. Otherwise, after each stroke, he always gives me a chance to enjoy the pain. He usually distributes the strokes better, so my skin can relax longer. But today, one stroke follows another, and my whimpering only drives him more. After he decides that my buttocks are now red and sore enough, he gently lifts me up and pulls off my panties completely. He signals for me to wait on my knees while he gets something else ready. I’m happy for the break, but I’m also curious about what he’s going to do next. I hear him rummaging in the bag he brought, and I wonder what he’ll do with the breakfast stuff next. But soon I sense that he’s brought other things without me noticing. As he ties my feet and knees together, he explains that he’s not too bothered that I forgot to put on underwear, but that I’d just put on pantyhose instead of the nylon stockings he wanted to see and feel. He also says that he’ll remember what happens if he turns down such a small request from him.
After tying my legs firmly together, it seemed like the right time for him to undress me completely. Then he laid me on my back and started to focus on my nipples, which were already hard. While he alternately sucked gently on one and bit into it with his sharp teeth, he pinched the other between thumb and forefinger, pulling hard. Although this play with my breasts makes my breath quicken, I try to resist the somewhat uncomfortable pull. Hans notices this attempt and gives me a short bite on a nipple, which quickly makes me forget my plan. I decide to give up my resistance and surrender to the feelings it evokes in me. After a while, he takes pity on my nipples, which are more sensitive than expected, and flips my belly over, my hands tied behind the back of my feet. I’m pretty much immobilized, but he disagrees. He says he’s going to get some things and that I should head towards the study while he’s gone. For every meter I was out of the middle of the room, he wanted to give me an extra penalty. To make my job at least a little easier, he took off my blindfold.
Blinking, I tried to get my bearings, realizing that I still had a long way to go. Because, of course, he had to choose the room farthest away. As he closes the door to the apartment behind him, I try to get to the hallway, which is between me and the study. I lie on my stomach and slowly make my way through the first door. I’m already out of breath by the time I get to the second door. Now I’m lying on my side, unable to roll onto my stomach. No matter how hard I try, I can’t move an inch further. I’m exhausted, so I wait for Hans to return. A moment later, he finds me lying on the floor, completely immobile, a long way from the study. I was pretty annoyed that I didn’t follow him more closely. He told me that unfortunately he had to change the program for today because I was being so naughty. I was really looking forward to having a breakfast picnic together in the middle of the living room. Instead, he loosened the connecting cord between my hands and legs and tied my hands to my neck. He asked me if I could move better now than before. I can only answer in the affirmative; I can almost walk around on all fours now.
Normally, you don’t do this on your elbows, but on your hands. You don’t move both knees at the same time, but separately forward. He wants to convince himself of this, and is now taking me around the apartment. This is not actually how I had imagined viewing the apartment. He keeps grabbing my stretched, red buttocks, like he wants me to push forward with thrusts. When we finally got back to the living room, we looked out at the balcony. He helped me up, and as soon as I was on my feet, he pushed me forward with his belly against the cold window of the balcony door. He liked my anxious moans and checked to see if the cold was having the expected effect on my nipples. He was happy to see that they were pressed stiffly against the window pane. Then he grabs my hair and slowly pulls my head back until he can kiss me on the mouth. I’m eager for every drop of tenderness, so I kiss him back. Finally, he goes back to my moist pussy.
His fingers make me moan, and I want to spread my legs so he can feel his fingers deeper in my pussy, but my bonds prevent that. I have to be content with his fingers, which alternate between stimulating my clit and then penetrating me a little again. My restlessness grows steadily, and I imagine him impaling my pussy with his cock. I wish he would just fuck me like he needs it. After what seems like forever, he hears my wish and pushes me to the floor. Then he lies on top of me, filling my soaking wet pussy with his big cock. He thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy fast and hard, driving me to a great orgasm. But he won’t let me do that yet; I’ve irritated him too much today for that. He pauses for a moment, waiting for me to calm down. Then he continues more slowly.
I feel his hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy, becoming like wax in his hands. I feel at one with him, and whisper hoarsely in his ear that I am his alone, and that he can do what he wants with me. He doesn’t let me tell him that twice, and drives himself to a wild orgasm. After a brief pause, he undoes the rest of the restraints, and we start getting ready for breakfast in our new apartment. With a twinkle in his eye, he lays the tablecloth on the floor and says that there’s nothing against a picnic. The only thing he remarks is, “Next time, wear nylons. Pantyhose I never want to see here again.” We’re satisfied and happy, and we enjoy breakfast.
