We trusted each other enough to push sexual limits every now and then. But Lane was still surprised when I brusquely ordered her to sit in a hard wooden chair I had placed in the center of the bedroom. She glanced at me, checking for something, seemed satisfied, and sat down.
I tossed her two pairs of ankle cuffs and sat on the edge of the bed. "Put one on each ankle, and cuff yourself to the chair legs," I said. Her eyes narrowed and she picked up a cuff, tossing it in one hand. "Basically," I continued, "what we do tonight I'm going to like. You may or may not like it, but I promise you'll get payback however you want if you go through with it."
Lane considered. "As long as you know you'll receive whatever you do to me and then some." Her smile set in a calculating way as she made some kind of decision. "Should I undress?"
I shook my head no, and she buckled a cuff around each ankle, then to the chair leg, her knees clamping together to compensate for the spread of her ankles.
I stood up and unlocked two pairs of handcuffs. Circling behind her, I bent down to kiss her ear. "Put your wrists behind you," I whispered. She reached her hands around the edges of the straight, high chair back. I grabbed her left wrist and locked the cuff down. I pulled her upper arms together so her arms went straight down over the top of the chair back, passed the cuff chain through a cross bar of the chair, and locked her right wrist into the other loop of the first cuff.
Her arms were cuffed together at the wrists and just above the elbows--her back was arched and her breasts jutted out. I stood up behind her and traced a finger from her collarbone down the edge of her blouse, and one by one I slipped the buttons loose, exposing dark lace and her soft flesh spilling from the cups. My finger followed the edge of the left cup, and searched for her nipple. It was firm, an intense little bead. She groaned quietly. I gently tied a blindfold around her, I needed the element of surprise for the next prop.
I caressed her some more, tracing the edge of her bra and back up her neck, brushing her jawline. Her lips were parted just a little, and I got the ring gag out of my back pocket. It was a steel ring with an "O" shaped opening in the middle. The steel ring was wrapped in a binding of soft black leather, and thick black leather straps extended from the ring. I pulled her jaw down an index finger, and put the lower rim of the ring gag in her mouth, behind her front teeth.
"Huh?" she mumbled, trying to jerk away. But I stood directly behind her, and she couldn't pull her head back. I pressed down on the ring to open her jaw, and worked the upper part of the ring behind her upper teeth. I put my knee against the back of the chair and pulled both straps back, then fastened it behind her head.
Her red hair was up in a loose puff above her head, her cheeks split by the leather band, and the ring gag forced her jaws fully apart. Her lips closed around the edge of the ring, a perfect "O" of surprise held wide open -- her lipstick was only slightly smeared by our little struggle. I took the blindfold off of her and circled around to face her again.
"I've really missed oral sex," I said. "I know you said you'd do it when you were ready, but I'm done waiting. You're going to give me the blowjob of my life, and there's nothing you can do about it now."
My cock was firm and full, and I could feel every pulse against the cloth of my jeans. I unzipped slowly, and her eyes widened a bit. She could tell I was not going to stop. I gazed at her wide open mouth, her gently smeared lipstick and I smiled at the uncertainty in her eyes. I could see into the softness of her mouth perfectly.
I dropped my pants to the floor, and as I lowered my boxers, my cock popped out at an abrupt angle, quivering with anticipation. She tried to turn away, but her eyes stopped at the throbbing member just inches from her nose. I could feel the blood pulsing in the swollen head as I guided the tip of my cock closer to her mouth, lightly brushing her lower lip stretched tight by the steel ring. She made soft noises, but no intelligible words.
I bent down and slipped my hand up her leg under her short rumpled skirt, feeling her stockings to their end midway up the thigh, then encountering the thong. Grazing the contour of the thong, I could feel the damp sweat between her legs. She wasn't sure if she could let go and enjoy this or not.
I picked up the spray can of cooking oil, and spritzed it into the air, the cloud of droplets hanging there for a moment then fading. I caressed my cock, circling the head with my thumb and feeling the thickness of it. Her eyes followed back and forth as I stroked the underside. The tip of my cock glistened with a drop of fluid.
"A one and-a-half inch ring gag is the perfect size for this," I said, as my fingers traced the veins and ridges of my cock. Her eyes followed every slow caress. "But I got one just a little smaller, because it will feel almost as good as if you were sucking me of your own free will. Since I can barely squeeze into the ring gag you're wearing, we'll need a little lube." I heavily misted the fingers of my right hand with oil.
She started to shake her head violently left and right, so I had to grab her hair in my left hand to steady her. I took my oily fingers and ran them over the inside of the ring gag, feeling her tongue jerk away from my touch. I sprayed some more, and spread the oil over the smooth surface of the ring gag, the leather was soon slick and gleaming. I worked the lube around in circles, covering her lips and the leather. Her tongue darted forward to taste the stuff, and quickly reatreated. "Not too bad, huh?" I asked. "Butter flavor." I sprayed my hand again and put the lube down.
