Postby infmed88 » Thu Jun 18, 2015 7:17 am
An hour of being smothered had settled Derek’s raging libido, and had also convinced him of Erica’s legitimate cowgirl status after failing to undo a single knot in the ropes pressing against his body. The Texas blonde held her phone in the crook of her neck against her ear, biting down on her lip while sensually sliding her hands down her thighs, delighting in the boy’s struggle to maintain control of his urges. His nose flared as it sucked in every bit of air possible, his frustrated and defeated eyes lighting up with hope when she began saying her farewells to the girl on the other end.
“Okay, now what’s so important that you were trying to say while I was on the phone?”
“HMMPH MMMMM GGMMPHHHH! MMMMMM HHHMMMMMMM.”
“One more time sweetie, maybe try spitting my bra out of your mouth before talking.”
Cupping a hand to her ear, Erica let out a loud belly laugh as her trussed toy worked his jaw around his gag, fighting a losing battle against the duct tape plastered over his mouth and the bra pressing into his tongue. His back arched and hands meekly waived around in the air as he slowly and loudly made another attempt to speak through his gag, much to the giddy delight of the cowgirl idly twirling her air.
“UUMMMPHHHH! MMMMMMM! MMMMM! GGGMMMM!”
“I am a cowgirl!? Well it’s about time Derek, are we gonna have to go through this every time you’re acting like an ass from now on? Because I think this is the first time you’ve admitted you’re wrong.”
Erica’s joyful laughing continued to echo through the house as her boyfriend’s head wiggled violently beneath her. The sight of Derek’s acceptance of her victory over him captured on camera for an eternity as she held her phone over his face, recording his desperate attempts to beg for release while still trapped under her womanhood. Without having to force his head into a nodding motion, the bound and gagged boy groaned and squirmed in utter defeat as he made every attempt to placate his angry master.
“Now, before we get you dressed for the party tonight, say you’re sorry.”
“MMMMNNNNPPPHH MMMMMM.”
Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she tapped her finger against her chin in mock consideration, “Hmmmm, you may have learned a lesson, but you’ve still got plenty to answer for.”
“NNNMMMMM MMMMMMMM! NNMMMPHH!”
“Are you going to let me be in charge from now on?”
Erica’s smile grew wider with every obedient nod from her dominated man, his nose rubbing against the crotch of her barely-there jean shorts with every humiliated acknowledgement of her place on top of him, “MMMM HMMMM.”
“We’ll see about that, now let's turn you into a cowgirl for the party tonight, because a real cowboy wouldn’t let himself get all trussed up and humiliated by a girl, would he?”
Erica’s teasing threats of his punishments to come sent Derek into another frenzied series of grunts and writhing, tempting her to remain seated over his face for another hour so she could enjoy the sight of his eyes fill with disgruntled embarrassment. Rocking her hips back and forth one last time, Erica tucked her phone into his front pocket before quickly and violently working her hips back and forth on top of Derek’s face. With her arms stretched over her head in victory, the devious woman took in every garbled groan and muffled curse as she forced his head into a nodding motion, the vibrations from his gagged voice greatly adding to the temptation to keep him as a permanent couch cushion.
“Remember this hun, because I’ll put you right back in your place again the next time you act like an ass.”
Dismounting from her thrashing and squirming boyfriend, Erica helped pull him to his feet before giving him a smack on his tight butt. Teasing and taunting while she watched him hop up and down, the cooing cowgirl offered sarcastic encouragement to Derek until he finally made his way back into her excessively pink bedroom. With the boy in bondage twisting and grunting in the middle of the room, Erica paced circles around him with her hands on her hips, thinking aloud to herself on which cowgirl costume he would look cutest in.
“Definitely some pantyhose, those’ll look great on your legs.”
“NNNMMMPHHHH! DDMMMMMPPHHH DMMMM MMMMM!”
“I guess we can’t both wear short shorts, but which color of mini skirt should I put you in?”
“NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNMMMPHHHHHH. MMMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHH MMMMM!”
“Pink? Hmmm, or maybe the jean skirt…”
“UUMMMPHHH NNMMMMM. GGNNNPHHH!”
“You’re right, pink would look better on you. Maybe a black bra and tank top to go with it?”
Derek shook his while violently twisting and pulling at the ropes, his jaw struggling in a vain attempt to pull free from the sticky tape keeping his disgusting gag pinned against the thrashing tongue in his mouth. With the door to the hallway shut, he was unable to even attempt at hopping away from the beaming beauty strutting circles around him. Even in his angry state, Erica noted he couldn’t keep his eyes from running up her long legs and curvy chest, her own eyes rolling towards the ceiling in false annoyance.
“True, we definitely need to add the gun belt, and we’ll pick a cowgirl hat when we get there. Now, let’s get you stripped and changed. Are you gonna cooperate this time, or are we gonna have to do this the hard way?”
“NNNMMMPHHHH MMMMMM! LLMMPHHH MMMMM GMMMPHHHHHHH!”
Coming to a stop in front of the squirming figure standing in the middle of her room, Erica let out a sigh, “Of course you’re going to make this more difficult than it has to be. I guess you haven’t learned anything after all. Just remember you brought this on yourself.”
Ignoring the flurry of gagged protests and demands muffled by the soggy bra packed into his mouth, Erica forced her bound boyfriend over towards her bed and pushed him onto his back. Looking over her shoulder at the desperately writhing body jerking around on her sheets, she tossed a dozen different articles of clothing on to the bed next to him before resuming her girl power playlist on the computer and climbing up onto the bed next to him. With one hand victoriously planted on her hip, the other pressed firmly down against his duct taped mouth and held his head still enough for her to straddle it.
“Ready for your makeover Derek? Or should I say…Denise?”
Facing towards the rest of his kicking and bucking form, Erica once again seated herself directly atop her boyfriend’s face, smothering out any noise that the music didn’t. Leaning forward to undo both his belt and the ropes around his thighs, the beaming blonde began giggling, and wouldn’t be able to stop until Derek was a cowgirl just like her.