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Blind Date 3
Devon turned to find Simone wearing a tight black latex corset that shoved her large tits up and together and stopped a few inches above her cleanly shaven pussy. Her legs were encased in a pair of black latex boots that stopped where her legs and groin met. Simone stood much taller thanks to the six inch heels the boots provided. Her hands were engulfed in black latex gloves that went all the way up to the top of her arms.
“It took me a couple times to get it right. But, that was the best orgasm I had when I tied myself up. You like?” Devon most certainly liked what he saw in the room and on the tape. However, he was still a little pissed by what a shitty date she had been and he was going to make her earn the right to be tied up by him.
“I guess so. But I want to know. What kind of host doesn’t pour her guess a drink before going and changing?” Simone showed a look of disappointment on her face and shame for Devon not drooling all over her and her outfit.
“I’m sorry. I thought you would enjoy my outfit and video more than you would a drink.”
“I do enjoy your outfit and I liked your video. I think they could have been enhanced with a drink my hand.”
“I’m sorry. May I get you a drink now so you can further enjoy the evening?” Simone dropped her eyes to the ground in shame.
“Yes that would be nice. I think I would like a shot of Jack Daniels to make up for lost time. I hope you have some Jack in your bar, or you’re going to run out to your local liquor store just as you are to get me a bottle.”
“That won’t be necessary. I have a full bottle in the bar.” Simone walked past Devon and headed for the bar that sat in the corner of the cool basement. As she did, Devon studied her partially nude body for the first time.
Simone’s large tits were topped by large very pale brown areolas that were roughly the size of a baseball. Standing at attention in the middle of the brown field of flesh was a thick long nipple. Her tits bounced and jiggled beautifully as she made her way past Devon. With her past him, Devon admired her pear shaped ass that had just the hint of a jiggle. Just before she arrived at the bar, Devon saw what he thought was very faint lines from a somewhat recent whipping.
Devon moved to the opposite side of the bar and sat in one of the available barstools as Simone placed a shot glass on top of the bar. She started to work on removing the shrink wrapped plastic that held the unopened bottle closed.
“Were you whipped recently?” Devon asked. Simone stopped working on removing the plastic from the bottle and dropped her head again.
“About a week and a half ago. I had hoped the marks would be gone by now.”
“Who whipped you? Do you have a Master, or boyfriend that I need to know about?”
“No. There is no one,” Simone replied. Her face and upper chest had become crimson in embarrassment. “I whipped myself while I was tied up. Things got a little out of control.”
“How in the hell did you whip yourself while in bondage?”
“My father is a high school baseball coach and they got rid of their old pitching machine. You know the kind with the one arm that rotates like a pitcher’s arm. Well, I took it off his hands and modified it so it would rotate around horizontal to the ground. With that done, I attached a crop whip to the end of the arm and plugged it into a power cord operated on a timer. It was great because I could adjust the power of the whip by adjusting the speed on the machine. I tested it before I tied myself up and found I could handle it at about forty miles an hour.”
“So, what happened?” Devon asked. He could sense something was not right about her story.
“I got everything setup and locked myself up, when I noticed that I had accidently set the speed on the machine at sixty miles an hour. I whipped myself at sixty miles an hour for well over an hour. I could barely sit down for nearly a week.”
Simone finished her story and poured a shot glass full of the amber colored liquor. She reached down, grabbed the shot glass and carried it around the bar to Devon. She held out the shot glass as Devon crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the back of the bar stool. Simone gave him a confused looked.
“I don’t know who taught you how to serve a man, but you do not bring him a drink in your hand,” he sternly lectured.
“How should I bring it to you?” Devon leaned forward and spit in the top of her ample cleavage. Simone looked stunned and disgusted that her cleavage had just been spit on by a man she had met less than three hours earlier.
“Now, go back around the bar and present my drink to me like a real woman should.” Simone walked back around the bar, cleaned her cleavage of the spit on her tits and placed the small shot glass between the mountains of white flesh. To her surprise, her breasts held the glass upright without her having to push her boobs together with her hands. However, as she turned to move towards Devon a large amount of the liquor spilled out of the shot glass and covered a small area of her tits.
“Fill it up,” Devon ordered. “And hurry up. I’m getting thirsty.” She quickly refilled the shot glass and placed the glass back in between her large tits. This time, she did use her hands and smashed her tits together to prevent the liquor from spilling.
Simone made her way around the bar before stopping directly in front of Devon. He looked at the large tits smashed together with the small shot glass jammed between them. He then leaned forward and smashed his face directly into the top of her tits, taking the shot glass in his mouth.
He lingered there for longer than he needed to, but her tits were warm, soft and smelled of a perfume that about drove him out of his mind. Devon had to remind himself that he was a little pissed at this woman for being a shitty date. He leaned back and let the liquor flow down his throat. With the shot glass empty, he leaned forward and licked the alcohol off the top of Simone’s large tits.
“Now I want something to cool me down. Get me a beer and I believe you now know how to deliver it correctly.” Simone moved quickly to the fridge behind the bar and pulled a beer bottle out before shoving the cold glass between her tits and smashing them around the bottle.
By the time she arrived in front of Devon, her nipples were standing at full attention from the cold bottle. Simone gasped when Devon reached up and pinched each nipple in his fingers and pulled her close to him.
“I’m still pissed by what a shitty date you were tonight,” he whispered into her ear. “While I drink this beer, I think you should start to make it up to me by sucking my cock while I think about tying you up tonight.” He released his vice like grip on her nipples and pulled the beer bottle from its cradle in her tits.
Before he could get the bottle to his mouth, Simone had dropped to her knees and was pulling his semi-hard cock from his pants. She toyed with the head of his cock until it was fully erect, before taking all of him deep into her mouth. Simone was very good and she bobbed her head on his shaft. He was about to explode in her mouth by the time he finished the bottle of beer. He wasn’t quite ready to cum yet.
“Stay where you are,” he ordered as he pulled his throbbing cock out of her greedy mouth and made his way towards her closet with all her bondage equipment. He grabbed two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs and four lengths of rope and made his way back to the kneeling woman.
“Stand up and put your hands on the bar,” Devon ordered. Simone did as she was told immediately. Devon quickly placed the handcuffs on each of her wrists, before attaching them to the round metal railing that ran along the top of the bar. With her hands secure, Devon grabbed a nearby bar stool without a back and moved it under Simone’s latex encased stomach.
With the stool in place, he bent down and pulled her right know up and forward before repeatedly wrapping the rope around her thigh just above her knee and attaching the rope to the front leg of the bar stool. With her knee held in place, he tied her ankle to the front leg of the stool as well. He repeated the process to her other leg and soon all her weight was supported by the barstool and the bar.
When she was completely restrained, Devon grabbed the barstool and pulled it as far as he could away from the bar, effectively stretching out Simone. To accommodate the stress on her body, she had to raise her ass into the air.
Devon left her in this position and walked to the closet, before quickly returning to the straining Simone. “Bitch, you were such a shitty date tonight, I’m going to whip you 53 times, since that is how much that shit cost me tonight. I want you to count them out loud and thank me for each whipping.
Before Simone could think, her ass exploded in pain as the crop whip landed directly in the center of her left ass check. “One, thank you.”
“Whore, when you address me, you call me Master. That didn’t count.” Devon brought the riding crop down on the exact spot.
“One. Thank you, Master.”
35 whips later, Simone was covered in sweat and her ass was on fire. Her entire ass was a glowing red color, and Devon’s cock was rock hard, but he had a surprise for Simone. He paused a moment, to let her get her breath back, before starting again. Number 36 landed on her ass, but before she could thank Devon, number 37 slammed into the side of her left tit.
Simone let out a blood curdling scream at the shock of assault on her sensitive tit. “The rest of the whippings will come on your tits. Don’t forget to thank me.”
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