This story is a continuation from A Demand for Play.
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“This has become tedious.” Kat slipped the rope off of her wrists and let it drop to the floor. “See? You cannot even tie a decent knot. You should inspire me. Make me feel like a true animal. Debase my humanity.”
Slack jawed, I stood there. My erection shrinking so fast that it seemed it was trying to run and hide. “Tedious?” I quietly inquired.
“Noun. Means dull, stale. . . boring.”
Two minutes earlier, her legs had been spread wide. Her pink lips inviting me past the dark surrounding hair. Her hands immobilized with a length of dark red rope; I was in control. Kneeling between her legs, I had anticipated the initial penetration, craving that feeling of moist warmth on my cock. With Kat’s comment, that came to an end and right quick.
She was picking up various items and putting them into her toy bag. Still naked, she moved around the room, her breasts still bound with a length of rope. Hernipples were now soft, in contrast to her breasts which still jutted out because of the binding. My brain was fogged dead and I did not realize the phone had rang until I heard Kat speaking.
“Oh my god. That is the best surprise I could get right now.” Kat paused as she listened. “Anytime is great. Yes. Still at my brothers.” Another pause. “Sure. See you then.”
Quickening her pace, Kat finished gathering her toys and throw the bag into the closet. She darted out of the bedroom and then poked her head back through the door. “We will have to finish our conversation later. A college friend is in town for a couple of nights. She will be here in an hour, so you should probably put on some clothes.”
I heard the front door shut as Kat left. Still a little foggy, I headed off to the shower to help remove my mental haze. After getting dressed, I walked into the living room. Shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila were already on the table. A bag of groceries was on the counter.Kat was placing some tortillas in the over and already had a bowl of sliced fish and scallops marinating in lime juice and peppers.
“Do me a favor and juice those limes and lemons. I am going to make some chaters for the Tequila.” She had some chillhop music playing and was lightly dancing as she moved through the condo.
Kat took the juice, mixed in honey and some peppers and poured it over ice. She put it on a tray with the ceviche, tortillas and some guacamole. As she placed the tray on the table, the intercom rang. She purchased across the room and answered it. A perky voice responded on the other end and Kat ranang her in.
Kat opened the front door and her friend jumped into the room and hugged her. After Kat was released from the hug, she turned to me, “Max, meet Sloan, one of my best friends from College. We have not seen each other in over a year.”
Sloan gave a little wave and tilted her head towards her shoulder. “Hiiiii. Kat told me about you; it is niceto actually meet you.”
“Hi back to you. Come on in. As you have the advantage, you will have to tell me more about yourself.” I waved her over to the table as Kat rummaged through the cupboards for some small plates.
Sloan was wearing a white silk blouse and jeans. When she approached the table, she reached for the tequila with an approving look. As she stretched her arm out, I could see what looked like a tattoo of the head of a dragon where her sleepe rode up. She turned to me, “Your choice or Kat’s.”
Kat sat on the couch and answered in place of me, “Mine of course, hah.” She took the bottle from Sloan and poured three shots. Handing each of us a glass, she raised her and cheered “Salud!”
Sloan and I both replied as we each downed our shot. Kat poured some of the chaser into separate glasses and we each took a sip.
“That is delicious sis. Where’s Javier by the way?” Sloan licked her lips as she nodded her approval to Kat.
“He is out of town for the week. Welcome to Kat’s Palace until he returns.” She curtseyed in a mock show of propriety.
The conversation skipped from topic to topic as we enjoyed the food and drink. Work, vacations, food and clothing were discussed and then more of the same. At some stage of the conversation, Kat reached over and ran her hand through Sloan’s hair, “I didn’t say anything yet, but when did this happen. I love it.”
Sloan Shook her hair and replied, “Me too. Although it did cause a small problem at work. A senior partner asked a close friend of mine at the firm if he thought the ‘dye-job Asian girl’ was a true, full blonde or not. There was a dust-up with HR, but I told them not to worry—but only after I got a full apology and a new office of course.”
“Works for me. What do you think Max?” Kat motioned to Sloan’s hair.
“It suits you.” Immediately, my response seemed kind of bland but as I tried to think of something better to say, Sloan stood up and exhausted herself for the restroom.
“So, Sloan is pretty cute, yeah? Of course, I could not tell from your reply if you actually like her hair or not.”
“Definitely cute and I like the hair. Earlier, I saw a glimpse of a nice tattoo as well, but she is too covered up to see more of it.” I sipped some Tequila and sat back.
Sloan returned to our group and sat on the sofa next to Kat. She pulled her legs up on the couch with her and rolled up her jeans into small cuffs. The edge of another tattoo was visible on her ankle. She leaned forward to grab her glass. She must have loosened a button when she was in the bathroom as I could see right down her top when she retrieved the Tequila. She was wearing a black lace bra which covered relatively small breasts.
I turned over to look at Kat—busted. She raised her eyesbrows to let me know that my staring had not gone unnoticed by her. Smiling, I raised my glass to her and emptied it. I refilled my glass and then split the remaining Tequila between Katand Sloan.
“My turn to use the facilities,” I said as I marched off to the bathroom, escaping Kat’s knowing eyes.
When I returned to my chair, only Sloan was there. I plopped back into my seat. Sloan spoke up. “Kat tells me that you were looking,” she paused and took a sip of Tequila, “at my tattoos.”
I nodded, relieved that she didn’t say ‘down my blouse.’ “I Thought I saw the head of a dragon on your arm. The quality of the art looked amazing.”
Kat returned carrying some red rope. She smiled at Sloan and then looked at me expressionless.
“Indeed, I have a dragon tattoo. I have several tattoos. Kat also told me that you could not see them well because I was ‘covered up.’”
“Not exactly what I mean,” I stammered. “I wasn’t implying you wear too many clothes. It was just that I only caught a glimpse because your shirt was covering them.” They looked at me like I was an idiot. How did this day spiral away from me so badly.
“Ohhhkayyy then.” Theway she dragged out the phrase emphasized that she also thought I was an idiot. “Well, Kat also told me that you might have tried to sneak a look down my blouse.” I shuddered. “And she also told me you suck at tying knots.” She had picked up the rope.
I looked at Kat, who was still expressionless. It was really difficult to get a read on the situation. Before I could say anything to Further confirm my confusion, Kat broke her silence.
“Get a grip on yourself Max. Sloan has a proposal for you.” She turned her head towards Sloan and then gestured that it was her turn to speak again.
“Max, I will show you ALL of my tattoos. The condition is you have to get free first.” She uncoiled the rope and swung the free end slowly around. “I will make it easy, just your wrists. By the way, my tattoos are totally amazing.”
Kat was smiling. She laughed a little. Raising her eyesbrows, she said to me, “Now that seems like a fair proposal.”
“Challenge accepted.” My responsewas immediately and confident. Of course, that was just bluster. It was not as if I really had a choice. Was I supposed to act like I had no interest in Sloan—tattoos and other things included? Me, scared of knots?
“Put your forearms together, palms facing together.” I leaned forward and compiled with the directions. “How long should we give you before we consider your failure complete? Ten minutes? Thirty?” Sloan looked away from her tying and into my eyes, “Side note: you need a safe word. How about sarcophagus?”
“Seems a little macabre, but I can easily remember it, so sure.” Looking at my wrists, I saw that Sloan had clearly done this before. The rope was not only secured well, but the work had a certain artistry to it.
The condo was loft-styled and had amazing beams running the length of the room. Why mention this, because Sloan throw the free end of the rope of one of the beams and started pulling it taught.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” My brain had caught up toolate. As my hands went up into the air, my arms and then my body followed as I was forced to stand up from my chair
“Seriously? Did you think I was going to let you sit there and use your teeth to undo my knotwork? You can bitch out if you are scared, just say the safe word.”
Kat walked over and whispered into my ear, “Don’t use the safe word. I will make it worth your while If you continue to play with us.”
“Tik-tok, time waits for no man. One minute down. We never agreed upon a time limit . . . let’s say fifteen-minutes.” Sloan unbuttoned one of her sleeps and rolled it up to expose the dragon head. “Remember what you are playing for.”
I shuffled back and forth, trying to get as much slack in the line as I could. She had secured the free end Around a post and it would not budget. Next, I tried twisting my wrists against one another to loosen the rope. No luck. I was studying the knot carefully when I felt a hand slide into the front of my pants.
“You looked down my blouse, so I am just returning the favor.” Sloan pulled my waistband away from my body and peered into my pants, “Mmm mmmm. Yummy.” She returned to the couch, where Kat was sitting. After tapping their glasses, they sipped their Tequila. My final Tequila sat on the table, sadly untouched.
“Eight minutes left.” Kat snapped her fingers twice and continued “Speedy-quick or you shall suffer the consequences.”
Eight minutes passed. My situation had not improved. Sloan turned to Kat, raised her glass and then they took their final sips.
“Looks like I lost. Do I have to beg you to untie me now?” I looked at Kat and waited for her to reply.
“Fuck. I guess we totally forgot to decide what happens if you lost. Certainly, there has to be a quid pro quo, no?” Sloan placed her finger against her table as though she was thinking about what to do next. “Well, I was going to show you my tattoos, so maybe you should show me yours?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Shame. Let’s look anyway.” Kat undid my buckle and slid my pants down to my ankles. She repeated the gesture with my boxes. “Well, it appears that you have nothing below the belt, tattoos that is.”
“Max. You left your final shot on the table. You should grab it.” Kat laughed. “Obviously, that is a ridiculous suggestion; let me help you out.” She grabbed the glass and walked over to me with it. “Here, take a sip.”
After letting me have a small slip, Kat handed the glass to Sloan who took a sip and walked behind me. “Well, let’s put the last bit to good use.” Sloan continued, “And I think this is a pretty good use.” I felt her cup my balls from behind me, and then I feel her pour the remaining alcohol out of the glass and over my balls, massaging the liquid in for good measure.
“Mother fucker. Shit. Crap. Fuck me.” The burning sensing was delayed, but when it caught up, it caught up. After some more cursing, I slowed my breathing and was able to speak in complete sentences. “You have won. My safe word is…”
Sloan put her hand over my mouth. “Give in now, and you will miss the tattoos.” She waited for my response as she held her hand firmly on my mouth.
I nodded, acknowledging our agreement. When she removed her hand, I took a deep breath and continued, “Okay. No safe word. As I am sure you are aware, that really hurt.”
“Kind of the point dear,” she said matter-of-factly. You got all pervy staring down my blouse, so punishment is in order. Now, before I show you The Louvre that is my body, I want to give you another lesson in Shibari. After all, Kat’s point here is that you actually learn something.”
I quickly turned to Kat. She shrugged. “Really just an opportunity that appeared. No advance planning involved.” Kat continued, “Sloan and I know each other well, and she has the skills to help with my agenda.”
Sloan moved closer, took my cock in her hand and kissed me deeply. I stiffened almost immediately. “This next part helps if you are hard.” Turning to Kat, Sloan asked, “Sorry, was that out-of-line? You can help get him ready if you prefer.”
“Nope. All good with me. Fun to watch.”
Sloan dropped to her knees and licked the tip of my cock. She then took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the tip. Continuing to impress me with her oral skills, she took a good portion of my length into her mouth. Next, she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. “Definitely Tequila.”
Her mouth was gone and suddenly replaced with something tighter. “That sensing is a length of paracord cinched around the base of your cock and balls. Unfortunately for you, that will keep the blood trapped,” she looked down at my crotch and continued, “no more sucky sucky for you Mr. Penis.”
“The sense of pressure will increase as we wrap the cord. The wraps should be stacked neatly. First we make a loop and cover that with several complete circles.”
The lesson went on for five minutes before Sloan exclaimed, “et Voila. Take a look. Oh, you can’t really see that from your vantage point. Kat, can you help out?”
“You bet.” Kat walked over with her phone and snapped a couple picture of my gift-wrapped junk. “That is masterful. Sloan you are an artist. Take a look Max.”
I hung my head in shame. Two women, fully clothed were mocking my cock and balls, bound up like someone’s art project. My balls looked almost bruised and my cock looked like it might explode.
“You have done well. Time for me to keep my word.” Sloan positioned herself between me and the couch. She removed her blouse to reveal the lace bra I have seen earlier. The only ink visible was the tail and last claw of the dragon. She removed her bra, then jeans and finally her panties. Two Large tattoos made up the bulk of the art. The Dragon started at her left upper shoulder, crossed her back and ran down her right forearm. Starting from her left calm, a leopard crept up her leg and across her ass to face the underbelly of the dragon.
Kat had freed my cock and balls from the binding, but I was still rock hard. “So, if I ever meet your coworkers, can I tell them that you are only half-a-dye-job?”
Sloan walked closer. “Careful, I have a mean streak you don’t want to get caught fucking with. What you can do is help me out here.” Turning to Kat, Sloan inquired, “Sis, what do you say? Can Max give me a hand? More precisely a mouth?”
Kat loosened the rope from the post. “Kneel Max. You have one more task before I untie your hands.”
My hands dropped in front of me and I knelt before Sloan. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into her crotch. Whether this was a duty or not, it was amazing. Her pussy lips were beyond thick. She was thin and had small breasts, clearly all of the meat on her body had ended up here. I was enjoying my time when she pushed me away. She walked over to the couch and leaned over the arm. “Get on your hands and knees like a dog and finish licking me from behind.”
I started to walk before Kat forced me onto the ground. “I think you need to walk as you were told. Like a dog.” Once in position, I resumed my oral duties. Kat continued, “How is he doing?”
“Decent, but could use a little motivation,” Sloan responded.
“On it. Max, let me help you out.” Kat positioned herself behind me and started struggling my cock. Then she started to massage my balls, which were a little sore. I felt some liquid being spread from her hands to my balls and was relieved that no burning was involved—apparently just some lube. Kat slowly struggling my cock from the tip to the base with one hand. She used her other hand to massage my balls. Her slick fingers abandoned my balls and circled the rim of my asshole.
Sloan was soaking wet now and her breathing was getting heavier.
“You ready for turbo sister?”
“Hit it.” Sloan almost moaned her reply.
Kat waved a dildo in front of me while asking, “Remember this?”
“Yes. I remember.” I remember having one end stuck part way down my throat while the other was stuck inside Kat’s pussy. “Not a huge fan of that in my mouth to be honest.”
“Say no more.” Kat returned to her position behind me. She resumed her cock-stroking activity and massed my asshole. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, “One more thing. You don’t go staring down my friend’s shirt without retribution.” Her finger was replaced by the dildo. She stopped struggling my cock so she could use both hands. “Take a deep breath Max.” First, only the tip of dildo probed my ass. It soon progressed to what felt like a telephone pole being shoved up my ass.
Sloan grabbed my hair and whispered, “I am almost there. Stick out your tongue and get it deep inside.”
I was delicious when Sloan finally orgasmed. My senses were overloaded. The taste of Sloan and the feeling of my tongue up her pussy. The pleasure from Kat struggling my cock. The, I don’t know, pain? intensity? of my ass getting fucked was too much. As Sloan started to cum, she pulled away. She squirted like a fountain, drenching my face. That triggered the end for me and I blew a giant load that went so far that it hit Sloan’s feet.
“You animal. Fortunately, your lesson is over, so I am not going to make you lick my feet clean.” Sloan collapsed naked onto the couch.
Kat untied my wrists. You did well. Hopefully this was insightful. Time for bed now, tomorrow is another day, and night.
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