Vacation at her mercy

Postby john4711 » Sun Feb 21, 2016 5:30 am

The first night of our shared vacation was a night just like any other night. We fooled around in bed just like we always did. We rolled around and sometimes I was on top, grabbed her wrists, pinned them down, and enjoyed the short glimpse of power.

“That’s when it becomes apparent what the stronger sex is”, I said complacently as I got her under me and granted her a little kiss.

“I’m just toying with you”, she said.

“Oh, yea?”

“Yea”, she said and started to pull her legs to herself.

And you’ve got to hand it to her, she was flexible. Despite me straddling her she pulled her knee to her breasts, past my legs, past my arms. Honestly, I did not really try to stop her. I liked her moving under me. The trouble was that she finally had her knees right under my shoulders and hence quite a good leverage point to throw me off.

And of course I let it happen. I laid beside her. She approached me. So happily smiling. We shared a kiss. I did not really care or realize she grabbed my hands all the time. With gently bumping moves she approached me more, got over me inch by inch. Until finally, surely kissing and laughing, she raised one of her legs over my body. In that very same moment she pinned down my arms over my head. And now it was her to be on top.

“See?”, she asked and laughed, and instead of awaiting an answer she kissed me again.

“Oh, darling”, I said still smugly, “you’re on top, but I’m not defeated.”

She smirked. Then, she shifted her weight on her sweet bottom (what felt really good on my groin area) and raised her knees again. Still grabbing my hands, she pulled my first elbow right under her left shin and pinned it down, and did the same with my other elbow. Then, she teared her hands out of my hands and grabbed my wrists instead, just to forcefully push them down on the mattress, showing me, who was in charge.

“Now you are”, she stated.

“Oh, baby”, I said pityingly and tried to push up one of my pinned down arms.

I made nearly half an inch. Then I realized I had a really bad lever. Plus, she nearly rode my elbows with her shinbones causing me a quite terrible pain. And last but not least, she looked and smelt and felt so damn hot dominating me like that.

“Fuck”, I said as I gave up and relaxed my beaten muscles again.

“Wanna give up?”

“Yea, you win. I can’t get out.”

She again and granted me an intense kiss.

I could say nothing but inhale her superior scent and, since she did not seem to let me go, try to make myself comfortable under my conqueress.

Instead of standing up she sat down even higher on my body, surrounding my head with her perfect thighs. She took care to keep my arms under her legs and after she got me in a secure position, she let go of my hands to tie up her open hair in a pretty loose bun. Obviously she just wanted to have them out of her face when looking down on me.

“Alright, boyfriend”, she said, “who did we say was the one to stand up early tomorrow to get my shampoo?”

“Oh, come on Jessy, that is your damn shit.”

“Don’t you like my hair?”

That was mean. “ Of course I do.”

“So?”

“It’s not my fault you forgot to get that stuff before we fly away.”

Her fingertips, and nails, started to carefully caress my face, gliding dangerously sharp around my mouth and eyes. Instinctively I tried to stop her, but my hands were stopped right on top the tight pants stretched around her thighs.

“Well, Jim, you’re not quite in a position to argue with me right now, are you?”

The soft tone of her voice took me back to something that I seemed to have lost somewhere, somehow along the way. Recently, our little power games had no consequences any more. But now it seemed she wanted to cast us back to a time where I eagerly lost every battle against her just to be “hers” for a time. Preferably a long time.

Maybe I could have known that something was different. By the fact that our first shared vacation in years just started. By the fact that she was way more assertive while rolling me on my back and pinning me down. By the fact that she not only pinned my wrists with her hands but also placed her legs on my arms. She had not done this like forever.

All that just felt so dizzying good. She smelt so good. Her warmth invaded me and I felt the arousal growing.

I moaned and admitted: “Right now I don’t think I wanna be in such a position anyway.”

“Oh, as far as I am concerned, you never have to be” She smiled. God, I loved her sexy smile. “For all I care, you can just always agree and obey like a good boy.”

Another spontaneous resistance, one more try to break free, was crushed by her with just one short weight shift of her knees onto my arms and back with her bottom on my groin area, my wrists pinned down over my head again. Again, she was strong and I was weak. It felt strange not being able to get out. And it thrilled me. I gave in, again, and just watched her, awaiting whatever she would do to me.

“Sucks to be totally at the mercy of someone, huh?”

I did not know what to say. So, instead of acting like I had some snappy reply that would then be totally lame, I just tried to break free again. To no avail. I could not raise my arms, and as I felt that sharp slap of her hand against my cheek, I hesitated. She immediately grabbed that one free wrist again and pinned it back down over my head.

“Stop moving”, she commanded.

Her tone was totally calm and yet it was a command I never dared to reject. Once I relaxed my arms and the rest of my body and just let her pin me down, that command was followed by an equally calm:

“Good boy.”

She kissed me. How I loved her soft lips and tongue searching for and playing with mine. I did not dare to take the lead in this dance of tongues. As she finally raised her head and smiled down on me again, I must have looked like a schoolboy who was just kissed for the first time by his permanent crush.

“Maybe I should”, I managed to say.

She looked a little puzzled but still smiling.

“Agree and obey you. The whole vacation”, I explained.

Her smile became a little brighter after I said this. “Yes”, she said and blew another gentle kiss on my lips, “you’ll love that”.

I smiled. “Then that’s settled.”

“Alright, boyfriend.” Kiss. “No exceptions?!” Yet another kiss.

“No. That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”

Smile. “Yea, boy, now you want me to be in charge completely, huh?” Kiss. Damn, she knew how to keep me in line.

“Yes”, I whispered.

“For better or for worse.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“Completely and utterly and my mercy.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“Absolutely no way out for you.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“You must obey that petite girl without question.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“No matter what.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“So be it.” Kiss.

“That’s going to be so hot”, I nearly moaned.

Another bright smile, another tender kiss. “You know that means I can do anything with you.”

“Yes.”

“And that I WILL use you.” Another kiss.

“Oh please.”

“You’ll be my body servant.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“Inside and outside bed.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“In private and in public.” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“If you defy me, I’m gonna hurt you.” With that she jammed her fingernails into my wrists, causing some decent pain, and the smile made way for a strict expression.

“Ouch. I won’t. I swear.”

“Good.” Smile. Kiss.

“We are agreed that it already started, huh?” Kiss.

“Yes.”

“Well then, boyfriend, any dying wishes as a free man?” Kiss.

“Yes. Handcuff me.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’d like that, huh?”

“Yes”, I admitted a little sheepishly.

“Me making you my bitch completely.” A gentle slap of my face.

“Yes.”

Smile and a couple more gentle slaps. “Gotta bitch-slap my bitch-boy, huh?”

There was nothing I could say that would not have been embarrassing. I could do nothing but enjoy the sensation of her hand touching and surrounding and heating up my face, and that silent but bell-like giggling with which she accompanied that tender humiliation.

After the slapping she went over to grind my ears until they were equally hot and red. Then she grabbed and pinned down my wrists again, her face hovering only inches over mine.

“Who’s the stronger sex now?”, she asked and smiled from ear to ear.

“That’s you”, I admitted. “Damn, the girl wins thoroughly.”

That kiss that now seemed like a consolation prize was worth that humiliation.

“Alright, boy. I will let you stand up now, but you will do nothing but remove your shirt and stand there.” Kiss. “I want to examine that body of the weaker sex that’s mine now.” Kiss.

With that she let lose of my wrists and got off me. I did what I was told.

“Spread your arms and legs.”

“Yes, Jessy.”

She approached me with a lush glance and her hands surveyed what was hardly hidden by my pants. The gentle touch of her petite fingers on and around my member captivated my senses. Suddenly she smacked my ass and went to my desk, searching for something.

“Well, where are those stupid handcuffs?”, she asked and turned to me again. “And keep your damn arms up!”

I hastened to raise my arms back to a horizontal position. “In there”, I said and used my chin to point to a small cupboard.

She opened it and took out the handcuffs, and both keys. “Are there more keys?”

“No.”

“Good.” She smiled and put both of the keys into the pocket that was just as tight as the pants. Seeing her fingers gliding into that pocket, stroking her gorgeous legs, was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

She came back to me and gently slapped my stomach. “Maybe I should let you do a little workout while I own you, huh?”

“Whatever you want, Jessy.”

Smiling again. “We’ll see about that.”

She applied the cuffs to my first wrist. “Front or back?”

“Your decision, Jessy.”

She let her fingers run along the exposed sides of my body, causing a tickling sensation that was hard to suppress.

“I’m gonna need your hands to serve me.”

With that she pulled my arms to the front of my body and closed the handcuffs around my other wrist.

“There you are, boy.” Another smack on the ass. Followed by: ”Now say that it!”

“I’m your bitch.”

“Good boy. Now get me a drink”, smile, kiss, smack on ass, ”bitch!” Smile.

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby punk rock kid » Wed Feb 24, 2016 12:14 pm

Please continue- you and Kidnap Boy are my favorite contributors of all time!

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby john4711 » Thu Feb 25, 2016 1:04 pm

Thank you. And here is a sequel:
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I ran. I hurried to get back to her as soon as possible. Not just back to “her”. Back to JESSY. Back to my goddess. Back under her control.

“Here you are!” I proudly presented her the small bottle of water.

“Thanks, bitch.”

Yes, she could presume to call me her bitch. I just stood there, disarmed, handcuffed, helpless, horny. She took a pull on the bottle, and then looked and smiled at me.

“I know what you’re thinking”, she said, “this time you’ll be the one to choose between spank and tickle.”

“No, please don’t.” I think I really sounded frightened.

This was a game we usually played when I still was the “stronger” one. I tickled her. And when she could not take it any more, she would yell “spank” and I instantly stopped. But then I started spanking her. Same here: when she could not take it any more, she would yell “tickle”. And when she was finally exhausted, she was “open” to everything.

She just smiled again and put her bottle on the desk. Turning to me again, she said: “Oh yes. Try and stop me.”

She shoved me back on the bed. With my hands cuffed there was no way I could stop her. Her fingers ran over my naked sides, causing an instant tickle sensation. In a desperate attempt to escape, I rolled over on my stomach. Laying on my arm, of course, made me even more vulnerable. She straddled me and tickled me until I begged her to stop.

“No!”, she shouted back.

“Please, Jessy, please stop.”

“You know the game.”

I tried to resist, but finally I screamed: “Spank!”

That cruel tickling stopped immediately. She seemed to turn around on me. Suddenly I felt her weight on my back. And then a sharp pain cut my bottom.

“Ouch!”, I protested.

And then, without a word, I felt the next strike. And the next. Finally she cared to say something.

“Insubordinate bitch boys need to be punished!” Slap!

“Ow! Ouch! Fuck! Jessy! Ah!”

“You have enough, boy?” Smack!

Intuitively, I tried to escape. I tried to throw her off. But that damn handcuffs just hurt my wrists, and there was no way I could do anything effective with my tied arms.

“Ow! Damn, that hurts”, I now squawked.

“You can just give up, you know how it works.”

The spanking seemed to become more violent with every slap. Very soon I yelled: “Tickle!”

That one second while she turned around, her weight now on my legs again, felt like heaven. Too bad is was over so soon I could barely remember it as soon as the tickling started again.

I cannot recall whether I really did, but I think, the moment I realized I was inescapably trapped in an endless circle of torture, I may have cried a little.

“Please, Jessy”, I sobbed, “please stop, I can’t take it anymore.”

It was a spanking time when I begged her. She sat on my back, and instead of spanking me she now petted my maltreated bottom. There I laid. Beaten, broken. Still horny, somehow.

“Are you OK, boy?”

“I’m dead. You made me give up.”

“Feels good, huh?”

“Feels like I love you, Jessy.”

“That’s nice. I love you, too.” She slapped me one more time, but really soft, followed by another: ”My bitch.”

“Yes, I am.”

She turned around again. But this time she did not sit on my legs. Instead she laid down on me, her legs right on top of my legs, her crotch on my bottom, her stomach on my back, one hand on my shoulder, one hand around my throat. She just had me.

“Maybe I’m gonna keep you.”

“Huh?”

“When the vacation is over.”

“Oh, of course. You won. You claim your prize.”

“Nice to hear you agree with me.”

“Always will. You’re the boss.”

“You’re into that, huh?”

“Yes.”

With the hand that was on my shoulder she felt for my groin area. When she touched some certain regions, I had to moan.

“Wow, that really makes you horny, huh, boy?”

“Ye- es”, I stumbled.

Her warm lips approached my ears. Her hand took a lovely grip of my private parts, and she softly whispered: “Bitch.”

I heard her smiling into my ear. I knew what she was up to. Again, she whispered: “You’re my bitch.”

I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. Each time she whispered “Bitch” in my ear, the little traitor down there nervously jumped in her hand.

“You can’t keep him still, huh?”, she smiled and whispered in my ear. “Bitch!”, and it jumped and she laughed.

When she sat up and turned me around, I couldn’t even feel my hands any more. She kept straddling me and pinned my arms over my head, so she could look me in the eyes.

“Reminds me of the past. When we just started dating. You always said you’d be my ‘servant’, I think even ‘obedient servant’. You remember?”

Of course I did. I also remembered how it annoyed her. “Yes, I think so.”

“Great. You will get my shampoo tomorrow morning!”, she said.

I laughed. “Of course, with the greatest of pleasure.”

“Cool. Get used to it, cause now I mean business.”

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby geelcarl » Tue Mar 08, 2016 6:23 am

can't wait to see where this goes :big:

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby john4711 » Sun Mar 27, 2016 1:41 pm

A light orange bottle with darker orange cap, vanilla-something. Early the next morning I roamed through the high racks of the drugstore. From time to time I looked at my left arm.

“Just so you don’t forget our little deal”, she had said.

Jessy thought it was a good idea to close both of the cuffs around one wrist. So she could “re-attach the cuffs more quickly”, and to “remind me”.

Having those handcuffs around my wrist, visible to anyone, felt a little awkward. Then again, I was proud to be that girl’s prisoner. I honestly believed that people seeing those cuffs would either not care, or envy me for all that sexy time I’d probably have.

Finally, I found that bottle. Just to be sure I packed two. I wanted to be a good servant, and my baby surely deserved any amount of shampoo she desires. Nothing was good enough for her. Just thinking about her, our last night, and what was in store for me the next days, gave me a good erection.

I recalled how she constantly called me her bitch, until it became natural for me to refer to myself as “her bitch”, too. And I recalled how lovely she laughed when I did it the first time.

“You don’t actually have to paint your toenails”, I contradicted her, and she started to become upset, I guess, before I continued, “your bitch can do this for you.”

And there it was, a fairylike giggle that raised to a bell-like laughing. I blushed as I realized what I had just done.

“Very good, boy!”, she said, “you will refer to yourself as my bitch now. Always.”

I just smiled. “As you wish, Jessy.”

“Who’s a good bitch?”

“Your bitch is a good bitch.”

“That’s right. And your member delights.”

Beside the handcuffs I only wore boxers, so she could easily tell. I just blushed a little more.

“Gonna introduce to that bitch-dick his new master-pussy-in-charge”, she announced before she attached my handcuffs to the bed-rail.

Too bad she merely taunted and teased me, until I renewed my oath to submit to her for good. My little friend had the honor to slip just between the lips of her vulva a couple of times. But she did not grant him further access. Still, I nearly ejaculated. Just when I thought “rien ne va plus”, she made me slip out, jammed her nails into my cuffed arms, or slapped my face, and just asked: “Who owns your dick?”

“Your pussy does”, I had to and wanted to say.

Then she tickled me, calling me her bitch, until I calmed down a little. She kept me on edge for quite a while before she made me eat her out.

Those “stupid handcuffs”, as she had called them right before she put them on me, became my best friends. Jessy could do whatever she wanted, treat me like a bitch, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about that.

Back in my car with that two bottle of shampoo, I rubbed against my crotch. I just had to touch me down there. I thought about finishing myself off. I wanted to so badly. But I also wanted to stick to our “little deal”. I swallowed and drove back home.

“Your bitch is back!”, I shouted as I re-entered our flat. I brought her the shampoo.

“I won’t need two bottles.”

“Better safe than sorry.”

“Yes. You’re a good boy.”

“Thanks, Jessy.”

I looked at that gorgeous goddess I wanted to praise the rest of my unworthy life. “Jessy”, I said, and she just looked at me. With a lump in my throat I said: “Jessy, it may sound pathetic or even creepy, but I must say you something.” She looked concerned. ”Being your bitch, your servant, your whatever, makes me so damn horny.” Now she smiled and seemingly wanted to say something. “That’s not all”, I interrupted. ”Only just, at the drugstore, as your servant, those cuffs around my arm, I had a really hard time not to jack off in the car.” She looked puzzled. “That’s what I meant, when I said creepy. That and that I didn’t because I really want to be yours.”

“Oh, that’s not creepy, that’s just horny.”

“Yea, and now I’m begging you. Ban me from jacking off. With force, if need be. Tie me up. Whatever.”

“Well, begging works best on your knees, Jim.”

I looked irritated and amused at the same time. I just looked at her confidently smiling face for a second or two, then I fell down on my knees.

“You really floor me, Jessy”, I said and smiled.

“Say what you want to say”, she just commanded.

“OK, Jessy, you got me. Got me on my knees. And I’m begging you to ban me from touching myself and ejaculate without your permission.”

“Well, if at all, I ban you from everything. Your body will be mine completely.”

“Oh, Jessy, I’m so into you right now.”

“Stop breathing!”

I did. I smiled. After a few seconds I started to hope she did not want to force me to fail her.

“OK, continue breathing”, she thankfully said.

“Thanks, Jessy.”

“No problem, boyfriend. You’re allowed to do stuff required to survive, but that’s it, you hear me?”

“Yes, of course, Jessy.”

“So, what do you think that includes?”

“Uhm, except breathing? Peeing?”

“No! Breathing, minimal movements required to serve me, and vegetative stuff, nothing more. You need to pee? Fine, ask me and I tell you when.”

“Alright. Your bitch got that, and is very horny.”

“You’re lucky that is vegetative.”

I smiled. “May I stand up?”

She smiled down on me. “Yes, hurry.”

I stood up as fast as I could.

“And since my bitch begged so good I’m gonna do you the favor and ban you from touching yourself by force.”

With that she grabbed my handcuffed arm, opened one of the cuffs (it was so freaking hot how she still had those keys in her pocket) and turned me around. I voluntarily laid my other arm on my back. She grabbed that wrist and handcuffed my arms behind my back. Now I really was back at her mercy.

Suddenly, she stroked over my crotch. A lightning struck my whole body, and instinctively I pushed my hips against her hand. Just two strokes and that divine hand of my goddess vanished again.

“If you’re a good boy, I may take over the touching for you.”

“Thank you. Your bitch will give his best.”

“I assume. Now call a cab to bring us to the airport”, a gentle slap on my crotch, “bitch!”

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby john4711 » Mon Mar 28, 2016 11:28 am

That was easier said than done. Thankfully, after admitting I was an underachiever and begging her to help me, she dialed and held the phone on my ear. I called a cab for “my beautiful girlfriend and me”. As I said “beautiful girlfriend” she whispered a content “good bitch” and stroked my crotch again. I nearly moaned, but I think (and hoped) the man on the other end of the phone did not hear that.

When I was ready, she hung up, gently slapped my face together with a “good boy”, and put MY phone into HER pocket. But well, I was not able to use it anyway.

“Better start carry our luggage down, bitch”, she said and demonstratively pulled on my handcuffs, “guess it’ll take you some time, huh?”

I wanted to say something like she cannot be serious, but I hesitated. I might have been handcuffed, but I still was her servant, and I wanted to show her what I got. That I was not just a lame underachiever.

“You’re right, mistress.”

I stood up and went to the cases. I crouched a little and grabbed one of them. It was a little uncomfortable how it bumped against my calves and heels, but I could carry it somehow. When I was sure I could do it, I kind of proudly looked back at her. She still sat on the couch, her gorgeous legs crossed, featuring one of those thighs that had me pinned down so good Jessy could take over.

“Hope no one’s there”, I said and looked to the apartment door.

She smiled. I hoped she would do something that would save me, but she just said: “Good luck!”

“Thanks.”

Slowly I went to the apartment door. I turned around to grab the handle. I took a deep breath, opened the door and looked out. Nothing. Relieved for now, I breathed out.

I went back to the living room to pick up the first suitcase. Jessy still sat there and watched me, and she gave me a wink. As I picked up the case, I heard her saying:

“Still fun being banned from your body?”

“Still fun to be your bitch, Jessy.”

“Good, then hurry up a little. You will need to help me with my shoes, too!”

“Ten four!”

I stumbled down the stairs. The damn cases hurt my legs as they bumped against them again and again, but that did not matter. That body was not mine anymore, it belonged entirely to Jessy, and that was good.

I was lucky no one showed up in the staircase. After the last piece of luggage was down at the street door and I arrived back in front of Jessy, she said:

“Well done, bitch. Now bring me my shoes!”

I did as I was told. I knelt beside her on the floor and laid the shoes beside her feet.

“How can your bitch help you?”, I asked.

She ruffled my hair and said: “This could very well be the last chance in hours for my bitch to kiss those sweet little feet. Don’t you want to take it?”

I smiled. “You’re so right, Jessy.”

I turned to her and faced that foot of the upper one of the crossed legs, and that wiggled just inches from my face. I approached it carefully. As I nearly touched it with my face and could sense its warmth, I took a deep breath. Everything on Jessy just smelt so freaking good. I kissed her foot’s outside and then her toes and instep. After some kisses she switched her legs and presented her other foot. I did the same, inhaled and kissed.

She gently nudged me away with that foot and said: “That’s enough, bitch. Stand up and bring your own shoes now.”

I obliged and when I was back, she had her shoes on. I could not really help her anyway.

“Sit down!”, she commanded.

I sat on the floor. She stood up from the couch and sat beside me and helped me with my shoes.

“Thank you Jessy”, I sheepishly said.

“No problem. Just because you’re a prisoner you don’t have to run around barefoot.”

“I owe you one.”

“You owe me everything, bitch.”

“Of course”, I laughed, “when we’re back I’m gonna transfer all my money to your account!”

“OK. I’m gonna remind you...”

“I’ll really do it!”, I still laughed and was yet serious. “Plus a standing order to let your bitch’s salary go to your account, too.”

“That would be appropriate.”

The bell rang. She hurried to put on her scarf and jacket and to throw mine over my shoulders, then we went down.

“Hi, sir”, she greeted the cab driver, “could you please help us with our luggage, my boyfriend is a little disabled.”

The man looked at me, then at the cases. Jessy took one of the cases and carried it to the trunk. I just said “Hello” but got to reply. He just helped Jessy to put our luggage into the trunk. Jessy sat next to me on the back seat. First she fastened mine and then her own seat belt.

The drive was not very special. Except that Jessy had her hand on my inner thighs, so I had not only that handcuffs to hide, but also a boner.

Jessy paid the cab-driver and added quite a good tip that made him happily help us with our luggage again. He even got a luggage cart for us and put the heavy cases on it.

“Thank you very much, sir”, Jessy said and he left.

We went into the airport hall and looked for our terminal.

“We should put those handcuffs into our checked baggage”, Jessy said.

“Do we have to?”

“Not sure. Better not risk losing them, should we?”

“Yea, guess you’re right.”

Freedom felt terrible. I was happy that Jessy would be around all the time so I was not actually “free”. Still, being tied at her mercy just felt more secure.

We packed the handcuffs into one of the suitcases and checked in. Now we only had our jackets and a backpack left. And no handcuffs.

“Let’s sit down somewhere”, she said.

We found some kind of bistro with astronomically high prices for very ordinary stuff. Simply an airport. We sat down next to each other on a bench. We both had focaccia and something to drink.

“That stuff is so ridiculously expensive”, I complained.

“Calm down, you don’t even have to pay it.”

“Excuse me? I DID just pay...”

“With my money!”

I looked puzzled.

“Those are just 20 bucks less my bitch is going to transfer to my account anyway, remember?”

“You’re right. Sorry.”

She smiled and kissed me. Still smiling she asked: “Who’s your owner?”

“You, Jessy, Goddess!”

She just kept smiling and started to fiddle around with her scarf. She turned my back to her and started to tie the scarf around my left upper arm.

“What are you doing?”, I asked.

“Shh”, she just shushed me.

Then she pulled on my right upper arm and tied the scarf around it to connect both of my arms so close together behind my back that it nearly hurt.

In the meantime I nervously looked around, checked whether someone was watching us. Of course there were some other people sitting in the bistro. And yes, some of them looked at us, obviously trying to figure out what the hell we were doing. I did not really want to look back and see when they would realize what was going on. I focused on my focaccia, and I had no idea how I was supposed to eat it now.

Jessy pulled me out of that situation by grabbing my chin to force me to look at her.

“Was a good idea to pass your bitch-body on to me. Got you under control quite good this way, huh, bitch?”

During the second sentence she gently slapped my face a couple of times. If the people watching us did not know what we were doing before, they surely would have realized now.

“Yes, Jessy. And I love it.”

She granted me a quite passionate kiss. “Forget all those idiots starring at us”, I thought. I was so horny and loved the fact I would stay horny for hours, if not days or weeks. All thanks to my wonderful girlfriend.

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby punk rock kid » Mon Mar 28, 2016 7:01 pm

Great stuff, I'm looking forward to more sequels!

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby john4711 » Sat Apr 02, 2016 1:26 pm

Jessy helped me with my focaccia. Actually, she ate half of it herself. The other half of it she gave to me as niblets; most of them she licked before she put them in my mouth, because she wanted to “taste the delicious topping”.

Just because our drinks had straws I was only just able to drink without her help. It was pretty hard, though. But pulling on my arms that much seemed to loose the scarf a little bit. I was nowhere near on breaking free, but in the end I could pull my arms nearly to the sides of my body. After I had emptied my glass halfway through, she took away my straw.

“That’s enough, big boy. If you drink too much you just need to pee in the plane.”

“I’m not allowed to?”

“Surely you’re joking. After what you’ve told me I’m not gonna let you alone on that toilet.”

“Yea, you’re right.”

“I know.”

With that she stood up, stroked her gorgeous legs to straighten her pants, and put on her jacket. I must have looked like a fool. Not before she was ready I realized I was still just sitting there, admiringly looking up to her.

“Come on, bitch, let’s go”, she said.

Maybe a little too loudly. Someone who just walked along suddenly looked in our direction, but I could not really see the expression in his face. I just stood up and Jessy laid my jacket over my shoulders again, pretty much hiding my tied upper arms.

We walked around hand in hand. We looked at some stuff in duty-free shops. Despite being duty-free all this stuff was quite expensive still---or of no use.

“Alcohol and tobacco, seems to be all people are interested in”, she commented.

“Not me. Your bitch’s drug is being your bitch!”

“Yea, be true to your dealer, bitch.”

She smacked my ass. She did not really seem to care anymore whether anyone could give us a weird look. Why should she? We would never see any of these people again anyway.

As time went by I got used to having my arms tied like this pretty much. Sometimes I was not even aware of the scarf that tied my upper arms together. But when I tried to move them together with my lower arms, I was happily reminded.

Finally, boarding time had come. Jessy made no move to untie my arms. We just stood there in the line, and I got a little nervous.

Jessy showed our tickets and we were through. That was all. Did not even hurt.

She grabbed my wrist now, instead of my hand, and led me off. We did not need to take a bus or so, we could go to the plane directly. The stewardess at the door greeted us. And again, nothing happened. We just went to our seats. Jessy put our backpack into the overhead locker. Then she took off her jacket and put it there, too.

I knew it was time for my jacket now. I blushed as she took it from me, revealing my tied arms. I hurried to sit down. I begged no one did see me. After a few seconds, when Jessy was sitting beside me, I dared to look around a little. No one really looked at me. I was relieved.

Still, I was sitting there with my upper arms quite visible to anyone that would take a look. I felt pretty restrained, because sitting there I could move my arms not even backwards anymore. And I felt being on show. But maybe someone who would see the scarf tied around my upper arms would not even realize my arms were actually tied together. They would basically see a loop around my arm, nothing more. Could be a questionable taste of fashion as well.

That was exactly the way the stewardess who first saw me looked. She was just going down the gangway to see if she could help anyone. I did not really look back and she just went on.

Suddenly I felt Jessy’s hand stroking my inner thigh.

“Keep calm, boy, no one really cares.”

“OK.”

“Just relax and enjoy being my bitch.”

With that she “accidentally” touched my crotch with a little “Whoopsie!”. She pulled on my seat belt, because I was sitting on it. I lifted my bottom a little. She closed the buckle and tightened the belt up.

“There you are!”, she said and patted my cheek.

“Thanks, Jessy”, was all I could say first. Then I added: “I need to pee.”

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby Pura » Mon May 08, 2017 9:34 pm

What about speaking priveleges
:gag: :gag: :gag: :bound: :tied: :bound: :gag: :gag: :gag:

Re: Vacation at her mercy

Postby MrSkeletor » Mon Oct 16, 2017 3:13 pm

I love it! Please continue!
Hey! I'm into foot worship, extremely strict bondage (mummification and hogties <3), animal roleplay and humiliation!

Anyone feel free to PM me if they wanna chat (especially if it includes foot worship!) ;)