"We have reason to believe that man first walked upright to free his hands for masturbation."

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Bisexual Fiction: Special Delivery

By: Tom Allen
 
 
This story isn't technically a bisexual story, but it isn't one that could be put in the straight or all male category. You'll understand once you read it.
 
 
The email was as explicit as it was brief. I was to leave work early, go home and bind myself to the bed in what we called "sensory deprivation mode". That meant I was to wear my hood, with the eye patches closed, and earplugs to deaden any sound.

And then I was to wait.

I blew off some paperwork and forty minutes later I was naked and getting into position. I fastened my legs to the end of the bed with the leather cuffs, carefully placed the spring-loaded hooks for the hand restraints into position, and placed the hood over my head.

Damn, it's dark in here. And quiet.

I lay back carefully and wriggled my wrists over the hooks. They caught and fastened, and I tugged to be sure that they were secure. The very last click is a frighteningly erotic moment, because at that point, I'm completely immobilized. I can twist and turn a bit, but there's no way that I'm going to escape.

I lay back, trying to settle my mind in the quiet darkness. Breathe in. Hold. Did I leave the light on or off? Exhale. Breathe in. Hold. Did I lock the door? Exhale. Breathe in. Hold. Dammit, I forgot to get the mail. Exhale. Breathe…

And I waited.

So quiet.

So dark.

So calming.

How long had I waited? Twenty minutes? Two hours? I half sighed, half gasped at her touch. Her hand on my chest felt surprisingly cool and rough; it explored my body as if I were an unfamiliar object, poking, prodding. Then there was a sharp pain in one nipple, then the other.

Ow, I thought, she's going from zero to sixty in nothing flat. Even so, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. In other circumstances I'd feel embarrassed, but here I was an object. And objects don't feel…

Ouch! I jumped, trying to move away from the painful grasp around my balls. That's too much, too soon. Ow, they're going to burst, ow, ow… But I stopped mentally complaining when I felt that rough, cool grip on the shaft of my cock. Oh, that's nice. Oh yes, so nice. I moaned slightly in pleasure, and then again in dismay as my cock was freed.

But then I felt the bed move with the weight, and moments later the rough, cool hands were replaced by a very hot, moist mouth. My hips rose to meet the new pleasure, my cock welcoming the tongue and lips and occasional feel of fingers.

But this was different somehow. I'm never permitted to cum without her rare and grudgingly given permission, and she generally teases the hell out of me, slowly, sensuously. But the mouth on me now was hard, hungry. Soon my cock was even stiffer from the blood being sucked into the veins. I realized that I was moaning and writhing, and slowly moving to the verge of losing control.

Oh no! In my hood I'm essentially deaf. How would I know that she was giving permission? Maybe this is one more test? I suddenly went from giving myself over to the pleasure to growing frantic at the possibility that she would force me to cum, only to chastise me later for doing so without permission.

I tried to hold back. Tried and tried and tried, but that hungry mouth was relentless. She seemed to know I was holding back, and reached a hand down to massage and fondle my balls. I tried to think of baseball, England, my ex-wife. I felt, rather than heard, the low moan build in the back of my throat, and moments later realized that every muscle in my body was tense, waiting for the inevitable explosion…

…which came.

And came.

And came some more.

A veritable Vesuvius, a Krakatoa, a Mount St. Helen's. And scant seconds later I reveled in the pleasure of release, until it was tempered by the shame of failure. I never heard her permission, which was the same as not having received it. I slumped back into the bed to await her punishment.

And waited.

And waited.

And my body, relaxed by the rare gift of orgasm, soon dozed off.

**********

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I locked my friggin' keys in the car, and I tried calling you, but obviously you couldn't hear the phone."

"Wha…?" The light from the bedroom lamp was blinding, and I felt the cool air on my face as she peeled back the hood.

"So, I managed to call Suzy to pick me up, and we looked at the car and didn't know what to do, and then she called Dave."

"Wha..? Dave? Suzy? Huh?"

"Yes, and fortunately Dave had some tools in his trunk from that new playroom he's building. He was able to open my door, and guess what?"

"Uh…" The cobwebs in my head were starting to clear. "Keys?"

"Yeah, my stupid keys weren't in the car at all. They had fallen out of my jacket and were laying on the floor next to my desk at work. Can you believe that?"

"Um… You mean you just got home?"

"Yes, and I'm so sorry. You fell asleep; you were tied up so long. Four hours, maybe. I hope you're not mad at me."

She had been unfastening the restraints as she spoke, and I was now sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing my wrists.

"Just now? You didn't come by earlier?"

"Are you still sleeping? Yes, that's what I'm saying; I just walked in the door two minutes ago. Look, obviously I'm not in the mood to play right now, and I'm sure you need a break. Let's get dressed and I'll take you out for dinner, okay?"

"Um… yeah, dinner, dinner sounds good. Just give me a few minutes to splash water on my face and get dressed." Dammit, she's screwing with my mind! This was my punishment for cumming without her permission. Something bad was going to happen to me, I just knew it.

I brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and threw on some rumpled clothes, as she made more apologies for being late and careless and made sure that I wasn't mad.

As I stood at the toilet, she went to get her coat. "Honey, when did UPS get here?"

"What? UPS?"

"Yeah, there's a package here in the hall. It wasn't here this morning, so I figured they delivered it this afternoon."

"A package?"

"Yes, a package. Didn't you sign for it?"
 
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