Under Everyday Clothes - Sex Stories

Under Everyday Clothes

... the sensations pulsing through me, continuing to build it.

"You wouldn't want me to give you back the remote, and tell you to manage your own timing and settings from now on?"

"No!"

"How sad and boring would that be for you? Knowing that it's just a dead hunk of metal in your ass, with no one on the other end? That it will never move, without you having to tell it to?"

"Very boring," I acknowledged.

"So, when you ask me to keep you on edge, to keep things surprising, and I do that for you, that's me doing you a favor, isn't it?"

"Mm-hmm," I moaned, shifting in her lap without meaning to, rubbing my lace-confined cock against her damp towel below me. It didn't help much, but I couldn't stop.

"And the correct response to someone doing you a favor would be...?"

"Thank you," I answered meekly.

"Good boy." Siobhan pulled the back of my panties back up into place with a snap. "I hope you've learned your lesson. You can lie down now."

I couldn't, really, on my own, but Siobhan helped hoist me off her lap and onto the bed itself.

Those swimming muscles of hers were no joke.

She rolled me onto my back, with my cuffed hands pinned under me, and finally, slowly, pulled the front of my panties down and let my cock stand free at its full height.

"Aww, look at you, all hard and dripping," she said. "You soaked right through your panties!"

"I'm not... surprised," I panted, trying to pace my breath with the pulses of the plug. "You got me really, ...

... really going."

"I didn't hear you. Was that another thank you?" Siobhan put a hand to her ear, expectantly.

"Thank you," I said.

Siobhan nodded approvingly and teased her fingers along my shaft, not quitetouching me, not in the good way, more appraising me.

She lifted up the edge of the precum-soaked panties she'd just pulled down, and let them snap lightly back down against my balls.

"I don't think you're going to be able to fit back into these, do you?"

I shook my head.

"Well, I can't let you go back downstairs looking like this," she said. "Maybe I should tell mom and dad that you're not feeling well, and you needed to lie down for a while. You could rest in here for the evening, until I come back for you."

I shook my head again.

"Of course, the door doesn't lock from the outside," she said thoughtfully. "And I doubt you'll be able to get it locked after I leave with your hands cuffed behind you. So, you'd just have tohope that no one other than me comes in to check on you, and finds you all chained up, wearing sweet girly lingerie, with a big, swollen, drippy erection you can't get rid of."

She wouldn't let that happen to me, but again, the vibrations were interfering with my ability to think.

I started to protest. Another quick setting change interrupted what lucidity I had left, filling me with slower but even more powerful pulses.

We had to be close to the highest setting by now. I'd thought we'd already been there.

"Or," Siobhan ...