This is a shoot off of The Sleepover story I started about an encounter between Allison and her husband. It's in the perspective of the husband.
"So," I said, leaning over to kiss my wife, Allison. "We're home alone. Melissa isn't going to be home all night."
"I like where you're going with this," She kissed me back. "Let's go downstairs."
We practically ran downstairs. I was in front of her, and once we got in the bedroom, she clamped her hand over my mouth.
"You know the routine by now, slave," Allison said, beginning the sexiest role play I've ever been a part of. "Begin."
I took off all of my clothes, and I stood before her with my hands on my head. She took off the silk scarf she was wearing, and wrapped it around my eyes. She then pushed me down onto the bed, and began to tie my hands to the headboard. After that was done, she tied my legs as well.
"Hmmm..." She said, stroking my chest. "I could totally sell you to slave traders. Or have hookers come over and take advantage of you. I don't know what I'm going to do to you today. Something great, we don't get to be home alone very often, do we slave?"
"No, my mistress," I responded. "We do not get much time alone."
She untied me from the bed, and I felt my wrists being wrapped by the fur lined wrist cuffs that she had bought. My ankles were wrapped the same way. She pulled me up, and led me upstairs to the living room.
"Today, any one that drives by is going to see what a little slave you are to me," She said, lacing rope through the rings on the straps. "They're going to see who's sexually in charge of this relationship."
She pushed me into my easy chair, and began to wrap the rope around me. I was completely pinned to the chair, and completely hard. I was enjoying it so much.
"Since Melissa is at summer camp, I decided that you have to be my toy all week long. I already called your work, said that you weren't feeling well, and the doctor told you to stay in bed all week. There's nothing that's keeping you from me, now, boy."
"Thank you, mistress," I said, completely turned on. "I'm so glad that we can do this."
After she tied me to the chair, she removed the blindfold.
"I'm going to leave you here for a while," She said, opening the shades of the window. "I want anyone who drives by to see what a little slut you are when we're home alone. How you will do anything sexual, you don't need a million dollars to do it. You'll do whatever I want. Why?"
"Because I'm your little slave, mistress," I told her, struggling in my bondage. I couldn't move a bit. She was so good at this.
She left me there for an hour, and in that time, only two cars drove by (we lived out in the country). After the hour, she came over to me wearing nothing but fur gloves. Other than that, she was completely naked. She began to stroke my hard cock with the gloves.
"Who's my little slave," She asked me, jerking me off.
"I'm your little slave," I whispered.
"I can't hear you," she said, stopping.
"I'm your little slave, mistress," I said louder. She continued, harder than before. It wasn't long before I was moaning to myself, so close to the end. She didn't stop. I exploded, and shot my ejaculation into the air. Some of it landed on her fur glove.
"These are my favorite gloves, slave," She said, continuing the scenario. "I have to punish you for ruining them, now."
She untied my from the chair, and brought me to the guest bedroom. She tied me to the bed, and then kissed me on the mouth.
"You wore me out," She said, breaking character. "I'm going to go rest for a little bit."
"I'm pretty wore out too," I confessed. "How about we rest, and then we really get into this?"
"That's fine with me," She said, gagging me with the scarf. "I'm leaving you up here for two hours, and then we'll really start the week off."
I couldn't wait to find out what was in store for me this week.
To be continued.