“Have you seen my car keys, Alice?” My partner called out. I heard cabinet drawers open and close quickly. She was currently rummaging for them in the kitchen. That was not the correct location to be searching, unbeknownst to her. “I need to leave soon!”
“Yes!” I yelled back. It was Friday night, and we had both returned home from work recently. I had been looking forward to spending the night with my partner, but I had forgotten that she had plans with her friends. Feeling a bit miffed, I concocted a plot for revenge.
“Where?” Claire projected back. After a few seconds with no reply, she tried again. “Alice? Where are they?” Her voice was muffled by a door and several walls that lay between me and her, but her voice was just loud enough for me to tell she was in a hurry.
Dispite her impatience, I remained silent. I was currently lying in our bedroom. I had slide a pair of sheer stockings up my legs, and I had on a matching set of bra and underwear. They were all inClaire’s favorite color: red.
I giggled excitedly as I heard my partner’s footsteps grow closer. She was clearly in a rush, though she did not realize she was not going anywhere, anytime soon. I felt guilty, nervous, and wicked all at the same time as I reconsidered my evil scheme one last time. Although Claire was getting ready to leave, in reality she had quite a bit of time left before she had to go. She was the kind of person who was early to everything. There was nothing she hated more than being late–a fact I planned to exploit mercilessly.
Claire pushed the door open and walked into the room. Her eyes widened when she saw what I was wearing. An eyebrow shot up when she glanced at the safe sitting on the bed next to me. It was a steel cube, about a foot in width and height, with a keypad and lock protecting its secure contents.
“What’s going on?” Claire asked, still standing in the doorway. “Why are you dressed like that? I am leaving for the party in the nextfive minutes!”
Claire was dressed sharply in preparation for a dinner party with her friends. She had chosen an outfit accordingly: a dark purple turtleneck tucked into a pencil skirt. It showed off her curves nicely, I thought. A pair of black high heels were strapped on over dark knee-high socks.
“You are a bit early, as usual!” I teased. “You do not need to leave the house for Another…” I put on a show of calculating the time by adding up my fingers, drawing it out slowly. “…thirty minutes! Plenty of time to find the car keys, right?” I had a few qualms about taking advantage of Claire’s anxiety about timeliness, but I felt it would work out in the end.
Claire rolled her eyes. As she walked over to our bed, she voiced her concerns. “You are ridiculous! I am not going to be late because of some silly scheme you have planned!”
“Like I said: you are not going to be late. We can easily find your car keys!”
Claire put on a thoughtful expression. A fingerr brushed against her chin as she considered the situation and her next words carefully. She put on a more playful infection. “I see… so you know where the keys are?”
“Maybe…” I bit my lip nervously. I had to play this situation precisely, so that I retained the upper hand. My partner was no doubt starting to realize the power I held and she would be calculating furiously the right way to undermine that power. “It’s not a question if I know… but of how willing you are to earn that knowledge!”
Claire was standing next to the bed now, looking over both me and the safe. She reached out to slide the metal cube over, with both hands. She felt up the exterior, then exerted herself to flip it on to each of its sides. Her fingers entered a random guess into the keypad–which flashed red and beeped angrily in response. It was fun to watch her struggle with the secure device, and for her face to get more and more annoyed as she realized how impenetrable it was.
“Only oneway in, I’m afraid!” I teased.
I couldn’t help but laugh, to which Claire flashed me an angry glare. “I’m going to ask you one more time: and you better think carefully about how you respond. Where. Are. The. Car. Keys.” Her voice got more stern with each word. It made me flinch reflexively, as I knew that tone means I was in serious trouble–except, right now, I held all the power.
“I’m pretty sure that safe was the last spot I saw the car keys…” I said innocently. “I’m not sure how they got in there, though…”
“Just tell me the code so I can be on time?” she pleased.
I pushed myself upright on the bed, kneeing in front of Claire. I buried my hands beneath my shins, in part to hide how badly they were starting to shake. I needed to project confidence; but I was getting excited, nervous, and embarrassed all at the same time.
I was embarrassed at having to resort to such a childish scheme. I was excited at the prospect of having sex with my girlfriend–it had been a few weeks and I was more than pent up. Finally, I was nervous at how likely it was for such a scheme to backfire on me.
I continued pressing my advantage, saying: “I could tell you the code… but what do I get in exchange?”
“Well, what do you want?” Claire said with a resigned sight.
“You’ll do anything I say?” I said. I was burning with excitement. It was a rare opportunity that I got the upper hand in our dynamic. Admittedly, it was usually me who was following orders in the bedroom. It seemed my cunning plan was working.
“Within reason…” Claire said cautiously. I was glad she was playing along. If she had simply ignored me, I probably would have just given up the car keys. Now that I had found this bit of leverage, I was eager to exploit it as much as I could. I carefully considered my next request. I had not really thought this far ahead, to be honest. “Hmm… I want you to knee down on the floor!”
I giggled mercilessly as Claire rolled her eyes, but slowly obliged. She grabbed a bedpost and lowered herself down, careful to maintain her balance while in heels.
I scooted across the bed, dangling my feet off the side. Claire was glaring angrily up at me. It was a rare and pleasant view. Claire was a few inches taller than me, normally, and it was usually myself that was kneeing…
Claire’s eyesbrows were low as she glowered at me resentfully. I had defeated her, and it was time to take advantage!
I turned the safe so that the keypad faced Claire. “You see this safe? I’ve got the car keys safely here. If you behave yourself, and obey my orders for the next forty minutes, I’ll be more than happy to tell you the code! If not–you’ll just have to be super late to your little gathering! How embarrassing would that be!”
“I can’t believe you would resort to this…” Claire groaned in disbelief. “This is so childish.”
“You forced my hand!” I protested. “It has been weeks since you made time for’us’!”
Claire looked taken aback, as if she hadn’t realized. “It hasn’t been that long… has it?”
“I know you have been busy with work… I have too! But for the next twenty-five minutes you are ‘mine’, and I am going to make it count!”
“Okay… fine. I’ll do whatever you say, for the next twenty-five minutes–if you promise to give me the code!” Claire said. I enjoyed the pleading expression she was giving me from her position on the floor.
I squealed in delight, then caught myself. I cleared my throat and tried to project confidence. “Sounds fair enough. First things first–while you are down there, would you please reach under the bed and grab our little bag of goods?” I commanded.
All our toys and restraints were kept in a large clothes sack–buried secretly beneath our bed frame for convenient access. A look of pure terror flashed over Claire’s face when she heard my demand. She looked to be second-guessing how badly she actually needed her car keys.
“Make it snappy, Claire! Unless you want to be late…”
Claire frowned, but lowered herself to reach an arm under the bed. She pulled the bag out and handed it up to me.
I quickly grabbed it and opened it up. I pulled out a bundle of judge rope. “Usually this stuff all ends up used on me!” I teased. “Guess it’s your turn, huh?”
“You wouldn’t dare…” Claire warned.
“Give me your hands. Better be quick: remember, you are on a clock!”
Claire lifted her hands up for me, placing her wrists together. Her face retained its look of spineful anger and frustrated trepidation–an expression which I hoped to replace soon with pained submission and uncontrolled ecstasy.
I worked quickly, tying Claire’s hands in my best attempt at a double-column tie. I struggled a bit to recreate the steps I had seen and felt so many times before. I tried to make it secure without being too tight, but I lacked the expertise of my partner. I did not ask her for help, thoughh, as I needed to maintain an aura of control over the situation. After a few moments of wrapping and knotting, I felt confident enough in my handiwork.
Claire seemed to be trying her best to maintain her composition, as well. I could tell she was masking her emotions with anger. Beneath her scowl, she seemed to be enjoying the predicament. I could tell by the way she twisted her hands against the rope. It was not the motions of someone trying only to escape–but also those of someone who was enjoying the sensings. I knew from experience. I had elected to keep her tied hands in front, as I figured it would be best safer and easier to manage as I explored my new position of power.
While Claire tested her novel restraint, I reached into the bag for the next item I needed. It was a rubber ball attached to a long leather strap, with a metal buckle on one end. Claire’s eyes widened as she saw it.
“No way am I going to let you put that in my mouth…” Claire warned.
“Why not? You’ve made me wear it plenty of times!” I said with a laugh. To emphasize my point, I added: “What? Are you not tough enough?”
Claire scowled but had no response. I dangled it in front of her face, and she looked at the gag with growing fear. Her eyes glanced up at my face, giving me a faith pleading expression.
“Open up, Claire.” I commanded. “I’m in control here, remember?”
I had to admit I was getting a bit carried away, but the thrill of turnabout was rushing through my veins. I always enjoyed receiving whatever Claire wanted to dish out, but giving her a taste of her own medicine was shockingly satisfied.
Claire relented, parting her lips slowly and opening up. I seized the opportunity and slide the ball between her lips. She groaned as it sank in behind her teeth. It was a scarlet color that I found quite beautiful. Claire had picked it out because it was her favorite color, and in fact it did match the color of the lingerie I had chosen to universale her. However, she would only get a chance to taste it this time, not to see it. That was my pleasure, this time around.
“It looks cute on you!” I teased. As I finished buckling the strap behind her head, I leaned back to admire my handiwork. It really did. That face which was usually stern and commanding now was twisted delightfully. Her eyes still scowled harshly, but the expression held far less weight now that her lips were forced apart and a line of drool was running down her chin.
Claire’s eyes darted down as she felt the wetness on her chin. She sucked against the gag, trying to get the saliva back inside her mouth, but that just made the situation worse. I laughed as she tried to voice her concerns, stopping when she heard how distorted her voice had become. She let out a frustrated groan. She was such an amateur, I laughed to myself. It was fun to see her explore these new sensings.
“What to do with a pretty little thing like you?” I teased. I stroked herhair affectionately. “Alright, up on the bed!”
I stood up and put a hand under Claire’s armit, helping lift her to a standing position so she could sit on the bed. I pushed her onto her back, and climbed on top of her to straddle her legs. Her dark socks contrasted nicely against my sheer, red stockings.
I reached a hand out to the safe, which was sitting a few feet off the side to where we laid. “Just Another twenty or so minutes of fun, and I’ll give you what you want…” I reminded my partner. “Or should I just give you the code now?”
Claire Shook her head quickly. She mumbled a response, but I could not pick out the meaning behind her words. Claire was not experienced with talking in a ball-gag, and I was not used to interpreting such speech, so her attempt at communication failed miserably.
“Not yet…” I decided. “You have been good, but I am having so much fun!”
I hooked my thumbs under Claire’s pencil skirt, slowly sliding the fabric up her tightsuntil it slide over her hips. She had a pair of purple panties underneath, which I eyed greedily. Claire closed her legs fully, trying and failing to hide her wetness.
“Don’t be embarrassed…” I teased. “How many times have I eat this pussy before? Although… it will be way more fun this time with my hands free!”
Claire grossed as I slide a hand to cares over her panties. I Felt her legs shiver under my body weight as my finger glided over the soft fabric. The material was damp, to my delight. Her legs tensed as my fingertip passed over her clip.
I repeated the motion several times, each time eliciting the same forced reaction of shivering and tensioning. By the fifth repetition, I could feel the damp spot on her underwear start to grow.
Claire’s bound hands grabbed my knee. The anger on her face had passed, replaced now with frustrated pleading.
“You are doing great, Claire. If you want the code to the safe, you only have to do one thing! Cum for me!”
Claire while into her gag.
I slide over to grab a few extra ropes. I used one to attach Claire’s hands up towards the headboard of our bed, keeping them holding tautly above her head. I grab to more and wrapped each of Claire’s ankles towards the bedposts by the foot of the bed. I enjoyed watching Claire’s face turn more and more fearful as each of her limbs were spread and restrained. I watched eagerly as she tested each restraint, proud of my handiwork. She raised her head to look down the bed at where I was sitting–right between her legs. She nervously tried to close them, but the ropes kept her legs nicely spread. Her skirt was hiked up over her hips and offered little protection. Her soaked panties were also a flimsy barrier.
“Exposed, right?” I teased. “I bet you wish you could close your legs right now… too bad!”
I leaned forward, placing my face near between her tights. I nuzzled her tight with my cheek. I exhausted forcedly on her lips, eliciting trembles from my partner.
I wasn’t going to be too slow–I knew my partner had somewhere to be–so I dove right in. I placed a hand on the thin band of underwear covering my target, and pulled it off to the side. I kissed Claire right on her clip, and she jumped against her ropes in response. I was surprised at how sensitive she was. Unfortunately, she had nowhere to go and she was forced to endure the stimulation as I teased her clip with my tongue, teasing it with the tip of my tongue playfully–darting under the hood and applying a strategic pressure.
Claire moaned in pure, uncontrolled desire as I applied suction and a rhythmic sliding of the tongue across. I keep my motions repetitive, now–a singular goal in my mind. I had been at the mercy of my partner for hours before being allowed to cum, but that was not my goal at this moment. I wasn’t sure she could even handle such torture, and I didn’t have the time to find out.
Claire’s legs fight to kick me away. Her hips bucked to try to get me off of her–but it was all in vain. I was going nowhere, and she was coming whether she liked it or not.
It did not take long–I had plenty of practice eating my partner out, and I had way more freedom now than I usually did. I slide a playful fingerprint between her wet lips, dragging it up and down her labia in time with my tongue. It took only about ten seconds of that before Claire went over the edge.
I hear a sharp gasp as her entire body tensed up, legs and arms flexing. Her fingers tightly gripped the rope holding her hands towards the headboard. I keep at it, eager for a breath of fresh air but unwilling to pause or slow down until my task was fully completed. Her spasms continued for a while, before slowing down. Her body released all at once, sagging into the bed. Claire while loudly as I gave her sensitive clip one last kiss, and then I back away.
She was panting through her gagged mouth. Sitting up, I quickly reached up to pull the gag out of her mouth.
“You… bitch…” Claire moaned breathlessly.
“You came quick!” I teased. “You must have really enjoyed that!”
“No…” Claire replied. “Just… have somewhere to be…”‘
I giggled and Claire laughed weakly.
I reached above Claire’s head to untie her hands, then I crawled to the foot of the bed to untie her ankles. Claire pushed herself upright when she was free. She glanced over at the alarm clock on our dresser.
“Shit! I am going to be so late…” Claire moaned.
“You still have ten minutes…” I tried reassuring her.
“You are terrible at math. This why you are always late. I have less than five, if I want to account for possible traffic. And I need to change my underwear and redo my makeup…” Claire said with exasperation. “No thanks to you!” she finished sarcastically.
I smiled widely at Claire, in smug satisfaction.
Claire scoffed in response. “Alright. I did what you asked: Code. Now!” Claire ordered.
“1-2-3-4” I told her. “Factory default. I couldn’t figure out how to set a new one.”
Claire slapped her forehead. “Seriously? I could have guessed that in less than a minute.” She went over to the safe and put in the code. The keypad flashed green, and it opened up. Claire reached inside and voted in relief when she lifted her keys out.
“You are in so much trouble when I get back!” Claire warned as she slide off the bed, rushing to get ready. I could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. I knew we would both have fun letting her get revenge on me.
Claire gave me a warm kiss before leaving, then flipped me over and swatted my butt hard. I yelped in response.
I was glad I had gone through with my scheme. It had gotten me the attention I craved and was the perfect set up for a fun weekend with my partner. Claire texted me later that she made it (on-time) to meet with her friends. She also texted me that she had ruined another pair of underwear in the car thinking about what had happened.
Although I considered the whole thing a victory, my ass would later sorely regret the actions I had taken. Still, I think both Claire and I were looking forward to my next hair-brained scheme.
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