The Dominatress Chronicles - 2

Demi led the way to her apartment, pulling Bill along by the hand.  Bill had no idea what was in store for him but he was intrigued.  Demi lived on the third story of a walk-up apartment building.  Around the second floor Bill drunkenly pulled at Demi as the two fell onto the steps.  He climbed on top of her and started to kiss her. ‘Whoa boy’, she whispered as she climbed out from under him with her hand on his mouth.  She grabbed his hand and led him the rest of the way up to her apartment.  They entered through her living room which was nicely decorated in a modern asian motif.  Lots of reds and blacks accented by white.  Her place smelled great as she lit some insense and took off her coat. ‘Let me make you that drink’, she said as she disappeared behind a little bar she had set up in the corner of the room.  Soon the two were sitting on the couch, martini in hand, flirting shamelessly.  Bill was already hard - had been since the second floor.  Demi began to whisper into Bills ear - ‘So Billy boy, you have been a very naughty boy.  After you finish your drink you will need to go to that room over there and wait for me.’  Bill’s cock was about to split at the top, as it grew even firmer.  Demi got up from the couch and walked into her bedroom as she pointed to the room across from it.  Bill clumsily put his drink down on the coffee table and staggered into the room that Demi pointed to.  When he opened the door he gasped.

The room had wooden walls and a red furry rug with red track lighting throughout the room.  Hanging from the ceiling was a swing harness with a whip hanging from it. Along the wall was a pillow bed on the floor with posts on each end, each having a pair of black soft handcuffs attached to them.  And along the other wall was a chest.  On top of the chest was several flavors of lube, a vibrator and a few other items that he didnt recognize.

Still standing there in shock, Bill heard Demi close the door behind him. When he turned around there she was dressed in a black latex suit, studded collar and black stilhettos.  ‘Wow, Demi’, Bill stammered, ‘I had no idea’.  Demi smirked.  ‘Well I know you have been a bad boy, but just how bad have you been?’, she coyly said.  Bill was flabbergasted.  He did not know what to think.  But before he really had time to digest all of this, Demi pushed him down onto the pillow bed.  She climbed onto the bed and stood over him then took her heeled foot and placed it on Bill’s chest.  ‘Take off my shoe, and suck my toes baby’, she said.  Bill obeyed and did as she asked.  He was not sure if he was turned on or just scared, but he never felt like this before.  He removed her shoe and put her big toe into his mouth.  He started to lick and suck it as he heard Demi let out a soft moan of delight.  She then ran her toe into his open shirt and slid it down popping off all the buttons as Bill lay there staring up at her, rubbing her calf through the latex.

Her foot made its way down to the giant bulge in Bill’s pants, as she began to stroke him with her foot.  Bill thought he was going to explode, he didnt know what to do.  Demi bent down and unzipped Bill’s pants, then removed them from his body along with his boxers.  Following Demi’s lead, Bill sat up and took off his shirt.  Then Demi reached down and grabbed one of Bill’s wrists and pulled it up over his head, gently locking it into one of the handcuffs.  She did the same with the other wrist and then both his ankles.  Bill lay there bound to the pillow bed and suddenly panic set in.  ‘What if she is crazy and doesn’t untie me’, he thought.  But it was too late, he could not get up.