Four Poster Bed

It had been a small gathering in Jinx’s studio apartment. We had been sitting on Jinx’s large four poster bed. When the ohers left, I stayed behind to say my goodbyes to Jinx, because this was the fist time I had met her.

The four poster had been intriguing me. I had been looking at the carving at the foot , and I was intrigued.

“Er—ropes?” I asked..

“How did you know?”

“The marks on the bedposts. Nice four-poster bed, by the way.”

“Thanks. You’re pretty observant. You into bondage?”

I hedged a bit. “Not exactly into it. I’ve read some, and I’ve always thought about trying it.”

She looked at me sideways. ” You want to try it?”

“With you?”

“Who else? This is my bed isn’t it?”

She was wearing a tight sweater and leotards. Starting at the top, she had close cropped chestnut hair, wicked green eyes that promised all sorts of mischief, a pointed tongue that licked luscious lips every time she seemed to be challenging me—or was it inviting? Going lower, that tight sweater was so tight that it showed every detail beneath, bra straps, the edges of her bra, two bulges that were not as large as I would have liked, but a phenomenon I’d never seen before. Nipples so protruberent that they poked the sweater right out in two pointed mounds. They pushed out so far that the eyes were immediately drawn to them, and yet I hadn’t dared be caught looking at them. If they were real, any other girl would have worn something that disguised them, I thought, so she must be wanting to draw attention to them.

She sure had my attention. And now she was talking bondage? It wasn’t binding up I was interested in so much as unbinding those beauties. But any way at all was alright with me.

But I was describing this babe who seemed as if she might be a fun-type pervert on the quiet. Those leotards were skin-tight. If there was any undressing to be done it looked as if she’d need some help. The legs were just legs, I don’t pay much attention to legs, but the thighs were something else, all the way up to where they joined, the material so tight that I could see there were no panties underneath, not even a g-string to break the smoothness.

Enough of description, there’s better to come later. And I do mean cum. Jinx, that was her name,. wasn’t about to waste any time.

“Got any preferences? You like to be the roper or the ropee?”

That was a difficult one. “What I can see of you from here, I can’t wait to tie you up and do unspeakable things to you. But then I’ve always had a thing about being at the mercy of a beautiful babe with ideas.”

“Well, that settles it.” She knew what she wanted. “Men seem to be anxious enough to do things to me—and that’s alright with me—but they’re pretty chicken about being the victim. So you’re the ropee for tonight.,”

That “for tonight” sounded as if there could be more nights to come. I was onto something good, it seemed.

“You’re the boss,” I said.

She had a gleam in her eye. “That’s right. I’m the boss. I’ll go get the stuff, and you get yourself ready.”

“You mean peel?”

“Of course. I want to see what’s inside those jeans. I’ve been wondering all evening.”

Not as much as I wanted to see what was inside that sweater. But that would come later. I hoped.

She left the room, and I began to strip. By the time I was down to my briefs she was back, with an armful of what she’d called “the stuff.” There were ropes, and straps, and chains, and handcuffs, and some other stuff I didn’t have a chance to look at before she was on her knees in front of me

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“Let’s see what this bulge is all about,” she said. And started to haul down my briefs. My prick was alive with the anticipation of what was in store for it, but there was a degree of apprehension that prevented me getting a real hard.

“Just the way I wanted it,” Jinx said. I’ve got to put this cock ring on you, and it’s almost impossible once you get too swollen.”

She grabbed my prick, and fitted a plastic gadget over the head. She had to squeeze my knob and twist the ring to get it on, and by that time my prick was getting pretty flabby. Even so, as she forced the ring further on she had to hold my knob and pull till my prick was long and thin, and the ring eventually finished hard against my groin.

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“That’ll keep the blood in your cock once you get an erection,” she said matter of factly. “I like a big hard cock, and I don’t want to lose it too soon. Onto the bed, now. Head this end. I’ll bring some pillows.”

“Why head this end?” I asked.

“There are two big posts and a knob on the this end, only two posts at the head. Got to have things to tie you to.”

I got onto the bed, and Jinx put a couple of pillows under my head.. Before I was ready she was snapping a handcuff onto one wrist. I just had time to be aware that it didn’t hurt, it must have been lined with something soft, and she was hauling it back to fasten it to one of the posts.

“Going to crucify me?” I quipped, a little nervously. And by the time my other hand was shackled to the other bedpost I knew I wasn’t far wrong. Jinx confirmed it.

“Of course. How else can I keep you still while I torture you?”

She moved down to where my prick was wondering whether to get excited about being looked at or apprehensive about this torture business. She bent over to look closely at it.

“Not much point in tying you up and leaving this weapon at large. Not that it’s very large yet. I’d better make sure it doesn’t get dangerous.”

She went back to her collection of gadgets and brought back something I couldn’t see clearly. She gently lifted my scrotum from between my thighs, and enclosed it tightly in some kind of a bag which she fastened above the base of my shaft. Then she fastened a sort of leash to the bag thing, and brought the loose end all the way back over my right shoulder to fasten somewhere behind my head. My prick had been a bit floppy, wondering what was going to happen to it, but as she tightened the rope I watched it pulled upright until it was standing erect, held rigid and unable to droop even if it wanted to. And it didn’t want to with this beautiful creature working on my prick and doing intimate things I’d never experienced before. Even torture.

If torture meant having my prick played around with, even tied up like this, I was all for it. As I wondered what other gadgets Jinx might produce, I could feel it hardening and swelling to something I could be more proud of.