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The Garage
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The Garage There is a knock on your door....you know that it is me. You get a tingle of anticipation...this is the night you have been looking forward to for so long, and spent so many nights thinking about and planning for me, for us. A smile crosses your face and you open the door, and there I stand, dressed exactly the way you told me to...from head to toe. My hair is pulled back from my face, off of my neck to expose the tender spots you will nibble and bite; my makeup is dark but tasteful; my body is covered, just barely, by the black top with the plunging neckline you sent me and the short black leather skirt that you picked out for me; you can see the lacy tops of the black thigh-stockings covering but also showing off my shapely legs; and the black high-heeled suede pumps you said drive you crazy are dutifully on my little feet. You reach for me, seeing the lust and longing in my eyes. Your hands slowly rub their way down my bare arms, making me shiver involuntarily, from the inside out. A nervous smile on my face, we do not say anything; that is the way we planned it. You shut the door, and turn me around to face away from you, pressing your already hard cock and the rest of your warm body against mine, holding me by the shoulders and smelling my neck. You kiss and nuzzle my neck and I am surprised at how turned on and wet I already am, although you have barely even touched me! As planned, you take the soft silky blindfold from your pocket and place it over my eyes, securing it so that I cannot see anything. Then you grab my left arm and pull me around to kiss you passionately for several minutes. Kissing and nuzzling my neck and then, more passionately, nibbling and biting that "certain sensitive place" along the back of my neck while you feel my body with your skillful hands. You abruptly stop and I am left breathless, aching for more contact. But you pull away and leave me standing there, wondering what is next. All of a sudden, I feel the cold metal of handcuffs tracing up the back of my thigh, down the inside of the other, then disappear. Then I feel you stroke the back of my arm with them, from my hand all the way up to the tender part right where my arm meets my body, across my shoulder blades, then back down the other arm, to my fingertips again, then the cold metal disappears once again. Several agonizing minutes pass until I feel you drag the metal cuffs down along my cleavage and across my partially exposed breasts. My nipples harden and you brush them with the back of your hand, driving me crazy with desire. I am getting so turned on, my knees are getting weak and I am loving every minute of it. You can tell I am excited by the way my breathing quickens, whenever you touch me. You grab my hand and lead me out the back door, telling me where the steps are and where to walk. You stop me and I stand for you to touch and fondle and tease some more before we continue on to a place I have never been before, but you have prepared for me, for us, for our pleasure and play: The Garage. As we enter, I smell the years of car repair and dust, the old tires, the paint and turpentine. I also smell something that makes me shiver inside with anticipation : the unmistakable smell of new carpet. I also smell something that I cannot quite place, but before I can place this other smell, you push me gently to my knees, and I am surprised to find a nice soft landing for my knees. I hear the click of those handcuffs once again, but this time they are on my wrists, pulling my arms back behind me. I feel helpless and restrained, and terribly turned on! You leave me there alone in the garage for what seems like an eternity....all alone in my knees, blindfolded and handcuffed, horny for you and our play, wondering when you will come back and use me for your pleasure. As I hear you come back in The Garage, my breath once again gets faster as I anticipate your tortuous fondling and pleasure. All at once, I feel your already hard cock, slowly traveling across my cheek, towards my mouth. Reflexively, I open my mouth. But you skip my eager mouth and continue up the other cheek, teasing me. After teasing me like this for awhile, your touching me with your cock becomes rougher, more like a cock-slap than a caress. You slap me with your hard cock several times over and over, on my cheeks and lips until I am crying out, almost begging to have you stick that hot hard thing my eager, willing mouth. You tease me so skillfully that I am still yearning for your cock in my mouth when it finally happens, you slow down and trace my hungry lips with the tip of your hard cock, teasing me slowly, ever so slowly. For a brief moment, I taste your throbbing hot cock in my mouth, giving me what I have been mentally begging for, but you pull away and leave me wanting, panting and excited. You pull me up to stand, helping me walk across the floor until I feel something brush against my upper thighs, something that feels like a sturdy piece of furniture almost. And the smell I couldn't identify earlier comes stronger in my nostrils, and I know just what it is, and it excites me so much it sends a rush of almost molten excitement from my nipples all the way down into my already hot and aching pussy: it's the smell of freshly cut pine boards. Now I know what you have done for me, for us, and for our pain and pleasure, you have made a spanking out of wood and covered it in carpeting! I can see it in my mind's eye, and I am so hot and ready for it, I am trembling all over. This is the thing I have been waiting for, ever since we started sharing fantasies on the phone. I have been waiting for a special man to prepare a place to play out those kinky fantasies, to make them a real part of our play together. My mind is reeling with memories and thoughts as you push me down, to bend myself over the apparatus, like a saw , softened with some cushy soft carpet. You flip up my skirt and |
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