Computer Training and Much More

Cisco Systems, the router company, was conducting a five-day training course. The focus of the training was on configuring the BGP and OSPF protocols for routing data packets between WANs and LANs.

My CIO had procured the funds for my trip to Baltimore for the course. I’d flown in from Oklahoma and checked into the hotel on Sunday. It was November and cold, but not much colder than in Oklahoma. At least no snow was in the forecast for the week. I was scheduled to fly back the next Saturday afternoon.

None of that is relevant to the story except to explain why I was where I was.

As luck would have it, the Monday Night Football game featured the Baltimore Ravens and the Cleveland Browns. They were playing in Cleveland, but still… to be in Baltimore, more or less coincidentally, on a Monday night when the Ravens were playing. I’m not what one might call a hard-core NFL fan, but I had to watch, even though the Ravens aren’t my team. The TV was on, and I’d surfed the channels until I found the pre-game show.

There was time before the game started, so I went out intending to pick up some beer, a cheeseburger, and fries.

When I got back to the hotel, a blue car was in the spot next to me. I thought it looked like one that I’d parked next to at the convenience store, but I didn't give it much thought, figuring it was probably just another hotel guest, who, like me, had been on a beer run.

As I walked toward my room at the far end of the third-floor hallway, I fumbled with the key card and almost dropped my beer. Just as I got the door open, I felt a hand grab the back of my neck, and what felt like a gun barrel jammed into my ribs. A low, sultry voice told me not to turn around and to be very quiet, and nothing bad would happen to me. (Ha, was that a big fat lie!)

I was forced into the room, and the door closed. She, I was pretty sure the voice was female, shoved me toward the bed and ordered, “Strip down to your underwear and put your hands behind your back.”

Since my assailant had a gun, and along with the forcefulness of her command, I decided the safest option was to comply, which I did with only a slight hesitation. The woman was only an inch or two shorter than I, five-foot-nine, I guessed at least one hundred twenty pounds. I could tell, even though her clothes were a bit baggy, that she was trim and fit. And by the way, she’d shoved me into the room quite easily.

When I turned to put my arms behind me, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she pulled out some rope and cloth materials. She tied my wrists behind my back very tightly. She rolled up a tube sock and jammed it deep into my mouth, and tied another tube sock firmly over my mouth and very tightly behind my head.

She produced a roll of duct tape and put three wraps around my head, over the sock gag, sealing it in place. Another sock was wrapped and tied over my eyes, and I heard and felt more tape being applied.

She led me over to the bed and pushed me face down onto it. She bound my ankles together and then tied a cord just above my knees. She hogtied me, ankles to wrists, on the bed with my bare feet almost touching my trembling fingertips. I was struggling and squirming and she pulled down my underwear and give me a couple of hard spanks across my naked ass.

“I suppose you’re probably wondering what’s happening,” as she rolled me onto my side and held me by my chin, “I’m going to keep you tied up and use your young, tight body for my pleasure. I might let you go in the morning. But that all depends on whether I’m satisfied with your submission and obedience.”

I responded with muffled yells and curses through my gagged mouth and wild thrashing and struggling.

“No use struggling, you won’t get free. And no one can hear you yelling through that gag. And if you continue with this demonstration of resistance, I will punish you.”

I knew there was nothing I could do. I was tied very securely, and she could do whatever she wanted. If being hogtied like this wasn’t punishment, I certainly didn’t want to find out her definition.

I could hear her moving around and some rustling noises, and then I felt her climbing into the bed. When she got settled, she grabbed me by my shoulders and wiggled me around.

“Here is your first chance to begin satisfying me.” I felt the mattress moving, the sheets rustling, and her fingers picking at the tape over my mouth. “When I take this out,” she said, “you will not speak or yell, the only thing you will do with your mouth, lips, and tongue is kiss, lick, suck, and tongue-fuck my pussy until I say stop. If you disobey, the gag will go back in.”

Though I’m not a virgin, I’d never done oral sex, cunnilingus, I believe. The idea of putting my mouth on a woman’s pussy was kind of disgusting and humiliating but my cock did begin to stiffen at the image I conjured of her naked body in my bed.

Since I didn’t have much choice in the matter and with images of torturous punishments floating around in my head, I nodded, and my "Monday Night Football" ordeal started.

As soon as she got the sock out of my mouth, she grabbed my head with both hands and pulled. I felt my cheeks brushing against her smooth thighs, and then the aroma of her arousal hit me. My cock throbbed, trapped beneath me. The bed jiggled and my nose touched her and she tilted her hips up and pressed the moistened lips of her cunt to my lips.

“Eat me good, Big Boy,” she ordered.

I started hesitantly and lightly kissed her damp labia. Then, tentatively, I extended my tongue and licked. I had expected the taste to be disgusting, but was pleasantly surprised to find it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t sweet or sour. It wasn’t like any flavor I’d experienced. It was a little spicy, I thought, but not overpowering, and her aroma was intoxicating. I wondered if all women had a unique scent and taste.

I fucked her with my mouth for what seemed like hours. I did everything my mouth would do. I kissed her outer lips, I licked them, I spread them with my tongue. I licked and kissed all around her puckered hole, I lashed my tongue between her inner lips from bottom to top. I kissed, licked, and tongued her clit. I sucked her clit into my mouth and made love to it in every possible way with my tongue. I clamped my lips over her entrance and shoved my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it. When she came, I sucked and lapped up all her juices and then started over.

I could hear the TV and the sounds of the game in the background, some of the time, whenever her firm, silky thighs weren’t squeezing my head and blocking my ears.

I had no idea how many times she came, but finally her panting and moaning and her ‘yes, yes, yes, oh God, oh Gods’ stopped, and her heaving chest and breathing began to slow. I guessed about two minutes passed and she sucked in a deep breath, let it out in a sigh, and pushed me away. She stuffed something in my mouth. It wasn’t the sock; the texture of the fabric was different. It was satiny, and the taste was familiar. Panties! She ripped a piece of tape from the roll and pressed it over my mouth.

“Christopher Columbus! No man has ever done that to me. God, it was fantastic. Are you blushing?”

I felt the heat rising on my neck and moaned.

“You are! That’s so … I don’t know … cute. Hmm, well, you did satisfy me and you’ve been obedient, so I should reward you, shouldn’t I?”

I nodded vigorously, my cock twitching at the possibility of being rewarded instead of punished. I hoped that at least she’d remove the blindfold.

“Well, you’ve earned it. But we have to do our homework first.”

What? Homework?

Like she knew what I was thinking, “We have to do the chapter review and the quiz and then read tomorrow’s chapter,” she said. I groaned.

She proceeded to undo my hogtie and untie my feet. She helped me off the bed and steadied me while I got my legs stretched out and working again. When I was steady, she jerked my shorts down to my ankles.

“Okay, bathroom first, and then we study.”

After the bathroom, she plopped me in the armchair, my wrists tied, and arms behind the back, and proceeded to bend my legs back and tie my ankles to the rear legs, one on each side. My toes didn’t touch the carpet.

She spun the chair and me around a couple of times. She peeled the tape off and plucked the panties from my mouth.

“Thanks,” I mumbled.

She turned off the TV. The game was only in the second quarter.

“Okay, let’s get started. Oh, I’ll be asking you questions, so you have permission to talk. But only to answer the review questions; no complaining or whining, or there will be consequences.”

There was that word, ‘consequences’ again. I nodded.

She read through the review of chapter one and then began quizzing me. The questions were multiple choice, and after she read them, I was only allowed to say the letters I thought were the correct answers. FYI, these questions had six to seven answers, and three or four could be the right.

“Well,” she said after the last question, “You didn’t do so hot. Only six correct out of ten. I thought letting you eat my pussy would be enough motivation but I guess not. I’ll have to think of something different.”

She started untying my ankles and letting my feet drop to the floor. “Okay, study time is over so no more talking and no yelling, or whiny noises. You don’t want to spend the night gagged, do you?”

When I didn’t answer, she started picking at the tape holding the sock over my eyes. “When I get this off, keep your eyes closed. I’m going to use a different blindfold for you to sleep in.”

A second after the sock was removed, I opened my eyes. She was behind me, so I didn’t see my captor, and the next second, the new blindfold was pressed against my face. It had a soft padding, thick enough to press against my eyes, holding them closed. I felt a strap go around my head that she buckled snugly. Another strap she buckled under my chin. No way I could rub it off in the night.

She guided me to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. I was embarrassed to pee with her in the room, and it took a minute or so before I could let go. She washed what she could of my face with a warm, damp cloth; it was sticky with her dried cum.

Back in the bedroom, she sat me on the edge of the bed, “I have some things for you to wear to bed.”

She lifted my left leg and buckled a cuff around my ankle, then repeated the process on my other ankle. I heard the zip of a cable tie being fastened, and my feet were held together. Next, I felt her buckle a collar around my neck. She fiddled with the collar, and then I was pulled by the collar and forced to bend forward. I figured she’d tied something to the collar because she was now working at my ankles and I couldn’t straighten up. If I stood up, I couldn’t stand straight; I’d be bent at the knees and the waist, all stooped over.

“I’m going to untie your hands, now,” she said. “You won’t fight me when I put the leather cuffs on you, will you?”

Ah, a chance to get free of this woman. Could I overpower her? My ankles were cuffed together; I’d only be able to hop, which would be hard in my stooped position. If I managed to overpower her, would I be able to take off the cuffs? And where are my clothes? I haven’t seen them since I came out of the bathroom. And then the 800-pound gorilla—did I even want to get free? All this in a split second. I heard her foot tapping on the floor and a sigh. She was waiting for me to answer.

With only another moment’s hesitation, I shook my head and twisted around to give her access to my tied hands.

My arms were practically useless, anyway, my shoulders stiff and nearly numb from having them behind my back for so long. So much for overpowering her, I thought. She had the leather cuffs buckled on my wrists, padlocks in the buckles, before the tingling stopped. I groaned when she moved my arms around and pulled my hands up to the collar.

With a zipping sound, my hands were locked under my chin. She ripped off a couple of lengths of duct tape and wrapped them around the cuffs and over the padlocks.

“There, you won’t clink when you move. I’m fixing them so we can sleep,” she said.

She untied the rope between my collar and my ankles.

I shook my hands, sure enough, the padlocks didn’t clink. She lifted my feet into the bed and rolled me to the middle. I felt, and heard, her tying a rope from my collar to the bed. She put her hand on my cheek.

“I suppose you’re wondering about your reward?”

I nodded, remembering I was still under orders not to talk.

“Well, as poor as you did on the review questions, you shouldn’t get a reward. But I did promise, and you have been obedient and satisfying. But not tonight, I’m too tired. Maybe tomorrow or maybe Friday, I haven’t decided yet.”

I groaned and then felt her snuggled up to me, spooning against me. Her bare back against my chest and her naked butt into my crotch. She pulled the blankets up, wriggled down, and was asleep in a couple of minutes.

Between my bondage and my cock lying in the crack of her ass, it took me longer.

The final score of the game was Ravens 16, Browns 0. I found out the next day when I heard classmates talking about the game that I hadn’t been able to watch. With a score like that, it probably wasn’t much of a game.

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When I woke the next morning, I heard the shower running. I was still bound, blindfolded, and I couldn’t move from the bed. All I could do was lie there and wait for her to do whatever she would do.

Minutes after the shower stopped, she flopped down on the bed. She cut the zip tie holding my wrists to my collar and then untied the rope connecting the collar to the bed. She unbuckled the chin strap of the blindfold and pushed it over my head. The room was bright with morning light, and I had to squint my eyes shut. After a few seconds of blinking and squinting, I looked at my captor.

Recognition… I gasped and gaped, my mouth hanging open.

“Ah, you know who I am, huh?” she said, smiling at the stunned look on my face.

She was the woman in the class! Rita… Ruth… something like that, I’d only heard her name once, during our self-introductions. “Uh, Rit…” I started, but she interrupted.

“Ruby, I’m Ruby. I didn’t think you’d remember my name. I don’t remember yours, either, and I don’t want to know it now. But yesterday, during the introductions when I first noticed you, I began to fantasize about having you all to myself. Then it was hard to concentrate on the class because my mind would wander, thinking of ways to capture you and keep you as mine and to use for my pleasure.

I was stunned at the idea that this woman, whom I had only seen for the first time yesterday, wanted, essentially, to have me as her sex toy. Then, I was flushed with embarrassment, realizing she was dressed and ready to go to the class, and I was tied up and naked. AND, my cock was getting hard.

“Umm, are you going to let me go?” I asked. My voice sounded a bit timid.

“I suppose I'd better. We should go to class,” Ruby mused. “But how do I make sure …? Hmm…”

She went to her bag and rummaged through it, and came out with a clear plastic contraption. She brought it back to the bed, and when she looked at me, she got an amused look on her face. “We’ll have to do something about that,” she reached out and lightly slapped my stiff cock, causing me to squirm and moan, “or this will never fit.”

She rushed to the bathroom and returned within a few seconds. She carried the little bucket that hotels provide for guests to keep ice in. She set it down on the bed next to me and pulled out a half-melted cube.

“This should do the trick,” she said, and began rubbing it over my cock and balls.

Very quickly, just a matter of seconds, I was limp as overcooked spaghetti, dripping ice water from my shriveling scrotum.

“Ruby!” I complained. “What are you doing?” I tried to wriggle away when she grabbed my cock and balls. She answered me with a sly smile. I felt her fiddling with a plastic thing and my balls were pulled through the ring part and my limp cock stuffed into a short tube. She pushed the two pieces together and locked them with a small, brass padlock.

I’d never seen anything like it, but I knew just from looking that getting a hard-on would be next to impossible (and very likely painful). And, it couldn’t be removed without the padlock key.

“What did you do to me?” I cried. “What is that thing, anyway?”

“Dear boy, haven’t you ever seen a male chastity device?”

“No.”

“Well … well, that’s what it is. It keeps you from getting aroused or wanking off.”

“Why? Why did you put it on me?”

“Silly boy! To make sure you’ll come back to me. I’ll have the key.”

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And, of course, I did come back. Honestly, we were never apart.

She drove me to the training in her car. We went to lunch together. And after class, we grabbed some take-out and ate in my room. Nothing was ever said about how she’d kidnapped me and forced me to eat her pussy to orgasm after orgasm.

After we cleaned up the take-out trash, Ruby ordered me to strip down to my underwear. I thought, okay, she’s going to take off this chastity thing. But she tied me to the chair again. She put clothespins all over my chest. They hurt, and I nearly screamed when she put one directly on each of my nipples. She put the padded blindfold over my eyes again. I saw the padding was a thick layer of white fleece. I couldn’t see a thing, and the pinching of the clothespins and the sharp pain in my nipples were making me squirm.

She did not unlock the chastity device I’d been wearing for nearly twenty-four hours.

“Okay,” she said, “the first thing we need to do is review the last two days of class.”

I thought, What? I’m tied to a chair with clothespins clamped on my nipples, and she wants to study? “Ruby?” I asked, “You want to study, now?” I was astonished by the idea.

“Of course, we need to study, you need this for your job, right? If you don’t pass, your boss will be pissed, especially since he is paying for this. Mine will be, too.”

“But … do I have to …”

“Now, now, Big Boy, this’ll be harder if I have to gag you. So, pay attention. No talking unless I ask you a question. Okay?”

I gave up and meekly nodded in agreement. What else could I do, after all? She had the key to my cock.

Ruby started out reading excerpts from the review section after chapter two of our textbook. It was hard to concentrate through the throbbing ache the clothespins were causing in my nipples. She caught me with a spaced-out expression while I was trying to cope with the pain that was throbbing through my chest. She reached out and flicked a clothespin. I stifled a scream into a grunt and writhed in the chair.

“Pay attention, Big Boy,” she admonished and went back to reading the text.

About half an hour later, my chest was hurting badly, and I was squirming and straining. My shoulders were starting to ache, and I struggled against the ropes holding my wrists behind the chair. With my ankles pulled to either side of the chair and tied up high on the back legs where my toes didn’t reach the floor, my legs didn’t have any leverage. Ruby had tied me very securely, just like yesterday.

“Time for the review questions,” I swear I could see her sly grin in my mind as she said it. “And, remember, there will be consequences for wrong answers.”

A snide comment came to mind, but I caught myself from saying it out loud while a shiver of fear ran through me at that word, consequences, again. I needed the clothespins off, and all I wanted was to get through the questions as fast as possible.

When I got only two of the three correct answers, out of the six choices for the first question, I found out what the consequences were. Ruby ‘tsked’ me, said I forgot one, then reached over and squeezed open one of the clothespins.

“Aaaarrrrrrrrr!” This time, I did scream. Well … an extra loud groan, anyway. “Oh, shit, Ruby, that hurt.”

“Yeah, I know. And, it's worse the longer they’re on,” she informed me. “I’ll think about your consequence for talking without permission, too.”

I didn’t want to feel that pain again. I had the right answers to the next two questions; no clothespins came off. Hey… wait a minute, I thought, if I answer correctly, the clothespins will stay on longer and hurt more when she finally takes them off. I deliberately omitted one of the answer choices for the next question, opting to take the pain now instead of the unknown pain later.

God, it was awful. I would answer wrong, and Ruby removed a clothespin, and I grunted and writhed in pain. She alternated her method. One, she would squeeze slowly and carefully, and the next, she’d pluck it off fast, nearly ripping it off before the jaws were open. It didn’t make any difference to me; it was pain either way, and if one was worse than the other, I wasn’t in any condition to know.

“That’s all the questions.”

Finally! I heard Ruby close the textbook and shove it back in my backpack. I couldn’t see how many clothespins were left, but I knew the ones on my nipples were still there. Christ, they hurt. I wanted those clothespins off, but I knew the pain would be horrendous.

“You want me to take those off?” Ruby asked.

I heard the smirk in her voice. I groaned, not wanting to make the decision I knew would be so painful. My nipples were throbbing, and my breathing was shallow because regular breathing caused them to jiggle and send shooting agony across my chest. I decided I had to suck it up and meekly said, “Yes, please, please, take them off, Ruby.”

“I know you sandbagged your answers,” she said. “You did that to get them off quicker, didn’t you?”

Busted! What could I say? I just nodded.

“Well … at least you fessed up and were honest,” she said, “but cheating can’t go unpunished.” She flicked the clothespin on my left nipple with her index finger.

“Yoooowwwwwww!” And I was gasping in pain, unable to control my breathing. She twisted the clothespin on my right nipple.

“Eeeeyyooowww!” I yelled and writhed uncontrollably, jerking and straining against my restraints. Then all of a sudden, I felt a new pain. Jeez, it was coming from my groin. I slowly realized it was my cock that was hurting. But why? Oh, that hard plastic chastity was crushing it while it was trying to get hard. How is that possible? I wondered, could the pain of the clothespins on my nipples cause me to get aroused?

“Uh, God, Ruby,” I moaned, “please take off the chastity thing? It’s starting to hurt.”

“Oh, are you getting excited?” she teased. “Let’s have a look-see.” She pulled the waistband of my shorts out and peeked in. “My, my, could it be you like being tied up and having your nipples tortured?”

“No, God, no, please,” I said, but with real conviction.

She flicked the clothespin on my right nipple again.

“EEyaoow…mmmmmmwwww,” my head went back as I moaned and at the same time felt my cock throb inside the plastic. If it wasn’t for the chastity, I was pretty sure I would be fully erect and very near to cumming. The pain, the emotions, and the arousal had me in such a state that I couldn’t wrap my mind around everything that was happening. Ruby was speaking, and I forced myself to focus on the words.

“… your punishment. If you honestly want me to take the clothespins off, all you have to do is tell me how much you like kissing and licking and tongue-fucking my pussy. All you have to do is beg me to let you eat my pussy. You can do that, can’t you?”

I heard the words, but it took a moment for my conscience to comprehend them. As soon as I understood, I knew I would do it. I would beg and I would humiliate myself and I would agree to anything to have the clothespins removed from my crushed nipples. And besides, I had decided, after last night, that I enjoyed licking and kissing her pussy.

“Please, Ruby, I want to kiss and lick and suck your pussy,” trying to sound as sincere as I could.

“Well … Big Boy,” she said, “I’m not convinced. You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to be nice and take the clothespins off.”

I tried again and was determined to get the clothespins off, no matter what. “Oh, please, Mistress Ruby, please allow me to worship you with my mouth and tongue. Please, I beg you to allow me to pleasure you with all the orgasms you desire. Please, please, don’t deny me this boon. Please, let me eat your pussy.”

“That was very good, Big Boy. I especially liked the ‘Mistress’ part.”

I was sure she could see the relief wash over my face at the thought of the clothespins coming off.

“Yeah, I liked that. Call me Mistress from now on. Now, let’s see about getting those pins off, okay?

I just nodded.

“I think I should gag you, don’t you?” she asked. “You’ll probably yell or scream, and we don’t know how thin the hotel walls are. Someone might call the manager.”

I had to agree with her assessment and nodded again. I heard her moving in her chair, and then felt something touch my lips. I opened my mouth and she packed it in. The smell and taste told me it had to be one of her socks.

“If I don’t use the duct tape, you’ll keep that sock in there, right?” I groaned and nodded. “Okay, then brace yourself. This is your punishment for sandbagging, and it is going to hurt a lot.”

Ruby got down on her knees in front of the chair, and I felt her hand on my thighs. “Now, you have to decide if I remove them one at a time or do both at the same time. Just grunt once if you want me to do both at once.”

Shit, why is she making me choose? I grunted once.

Ruby grabbed each pin with her thumbs and forefingers. She gave them a little twist and the air whistled as I sucked it through my nose.

“Ready?” And before I could nod, she pulled the clothespins off with one swift jerk.

My entire chest exploded in agony, and my whole body went rigid for a second, and then I started bouncing in the chair. I couldn’t scream. It was like when you’re a kid and you crash your bike or you step on a nail, the pain knocks all the air from your lungs and you need to yell and cry, but your lungs are locked and you can’t.

Then my wind came back, and the screaming started. She was right, I needed the gag. While I was gasping and panting and bouncing and struggling and flailing around, Ruby held the chair so I didn’t tip it over and hurt myself crashing to the floor.

It took a minute or so, but I finally began getting some control of my senses. The pain in my chest was ebbing, and I sagged back into the chair. I was spent. I felt like I’d run a marathon. It also felt like I’d been having sex for hours. But then that feeling of post-orgasm euphoria washed over me like a hot shower.

I tried to push Ruby’s sock from my mouth with my tongue, but I didn’t have the strength. Ruby pinched it between her fingers and pulled it out. She leaned in and held my head with both hands and gently kissed me. When I responded, she deepened the kiss and began probing with her tongue. I parted my lips, and she entered with her tongue, and we explored each other with tongue and lips.

Finally, we needed to breathe, and Ruby ended the kiss. “We should go to bed and get some rest before class tomorrow,” she said.

“I think so, too,” I agreed. I at least wanted to be untied from the chair. “And can you unlock this chastity thing?”

“If I do, you’ll have to stay tied up. We can’t have you jerking off and shooting your load without my permission.”

I certainly wanted that damn thing off. “Okay, I’m good with that.”

“But it goes right back on in the morning.”

“Uuuggh.”

She grinned and untied my feet and legs and then worked on removing my shorts.

“Holy, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Look at that! You came in your drawers. You shot your load while in the chastity belt.”

Then I felt the sticky semen in my crotch and on my bare thighs. She was right, I’d ejaculated, and I hadn’t even noticed.

“I bet it happened when I pulled the clothespins off your nipples,” her voice was tinged with awe.

She finished releasing me from the chair but left my wrists tied. She fetched a pair of police handcuffs from her bag and slapped them on me, and then untied the rest of the ropes. After she removed the blindfold, she took me to the bathroom and we had a quick shower.

Ruby told me she wasn’t taking any chances, that a rope would come loose, and that’s why I had to have the handcuffs on. It might not be as comfortable as rope, but it’s certainly more secure. She padlocked a length of chain loosely around my neck, though not so loosely that it could go over my head, and padlocked the other end to the bed’s frame.

“Can’t have any clinking keeping us awake.”

She grabbed the roll of duct tape and taped around the padlock, chain, and bed frame, then the padlock and chain around my neck. She put the blindfold back over my eyes and removed the chastity belt. I was hard and throbbing in seconds.

She got in bed with me, snuggled up against my backside, wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me twice. “That will probably keep you awake, unless you can get rid of it.” She pulled the covers over us. Her hand moved up and circled my nipple with a fingertip. I winced at the stab of pain.

“Oh, sorry,” she whispered.

She pulled away a little bit, helped me to roll over to face her, then she turned over and spooned back against me. Again, with her silky soft butt cheeks snug against my – free-until-morning-cock and promptly when to sleep. I couldn’t reach my cock; my hands were behind my back. I certainly didn’t want to rouse Ruby with a hard-on poking her ass. So, I took several slow deep breaths, and only because I was so exhausted from the evening’s activities, my body began to relax. My raging hard-on subsided faster than I thought it would, and I fell asleep quicker than I thought I could.

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Wednesday’s class was much like Tuesday’s. The damn chastity kept me on the edge of horniness. Ruby took a table in the back row, and although just the thought of her sitting back there was a distraction, it would have been a lot worse if she’d been where I could see her. I think I was able to concentrate on the subject and absorb seventy-five percent.

Ruby and I had lunch together. We didn’t talk about the last two nights. My nipples were still sore. We recapped the morning’s lesson and the router configurations. The afternoon session saw us taking up the next chapter of lessons. Two chapters today. There was a lot to cover, but that didn’t seem to make the time go faster. Of course, my anticipation of relief from the chastity and dreading the torments Ruby might have for me didn’t help. Then, with those two thoughts mingling together, and my cock stirring in its confinement and I realized I was look forward to being with her tonight, no matter what.

The class ran over and we didn’t get out until after six. Then, Ruby and I grabbed cheeseburgers, fries, and milkshakes. We didn’t get to the hotel until almost eight. As soon as we were in, she ordered me to take off my clothes. As I sat on the bed, taking off my shoes and socks, I thought about how easily I was accepting Ruby’s orders.

“Since we have to review two chapters,” she said, as I was shedding my pants and boxers, “we should get started.”

I just nodded in agreement. It was becoming natural for me not to speak when Ruby and I were alone, unless she gave me her permission. I just waited, wondering, hoping she would release me from the chastity.

I watched as Ruby slid the footboard bench and maneuvered it close to the desk. She waved me over. “Kneel there at the end of the bench, Big Boy,” she ordered. I obeyed.

She put the handcuffs on my wrists, behind my back, of course. My knees, shins, and feet were on the floor. I watched over my shoulder as she retrieved some leather straps from her tote. One she used to cross my ankles and belt them together. With two other straps, she buckled my thighs, just above my knees, one to each bench leg.

She put a wide, leather collar around my neck. It looked about three inches wide and was made with two straps and buckles. Ruby helped me bend forward and lie face down on the bench, and tied a rope from the steel ring on my collar to the bench to secure me. My naked ass was exposed.

“Okay,” she said, patting my ass, “Hang out here for a couple of minutes. I need to pee.”

My cock twitched in its cage when she reappeared from the bathroom. All she had on was a neon yellow t-shirt. From my viewpoint, I had a great shot of her gorgeous, long legs. The tee only covered the top two or three inches of her thighs. And – and, I could tell she was naked under it because I could see her nipples poking the fabric AND she was twirling her panties on her index finger of her right hand.

Ruby put the leather blindfold over my eyes again. I groaned in disappointment, unable to see her. Then I heard some noises I didn’t understand.

“Okay, let’s get started,” she said. I heard her open the textbook.

She read through the chapter summary and announced there were ten review questions. She said, “I think you should have a gag, tonight.”

“Ruby, how will I anws… mmmmmppph.” A ball was in my mouth.

“All you need to be able to do,” she replied, as I felt a strap being buckled at the back of my neck; it pulled the ball deeper and the strap dug into the corners of my mouth, “is grunt to signal which of the multiple-choice answers you think are right.”

“Uuummmp.”

“See, just like that. I say A, B, C, etc., and you grunt for each one that’s the right answer. Easy, right?”

“Uuummmp.”

And so, we began. Ruby read the question and then the possible answers. I grunted at each of them that I thought were the correct ones. All the questions had six or seven choices. For the first question, I chose four that I thought were correct. I got them right. For the second question, again, choose four answers.

“Sorry, Big Boy, A was not a correct answer.”

I thought I’d heard the sound before, but couldn’t identify it. It was sort of a swishing noise.

Swish! SWACK!

My ass exploded with pain. A line of red-hot fire streaked across both cheeks. I was too stunned to even scream. I just squeaked and writhed, jerked, straining at the ropes and straps. I tried to cover my exposed ass with my cuffed hands.

“Oops, I need to fix that, don’t I?”

I didn’t understand what Ruby was talking about until I felt her doing something with the cuffs on my wrists. Then my hands were pulled up into the small of my back, and they were connected with a piece of rope to the collar. Now I couldn’t reach my hands down to protect my bare ass.

I was still awash with the pain of whatever she’d hit me with and was only vaguely aware of the third question. I simply guessed at the answers and got only two of the four correct. This time, I did scream. I cursed, sobbed, pleaded, and whimpered. Both times.

She whipped me ass again when I missed an answer on question five. My ass was on fire. Another stroke for a miss on number seven, one for number nine, and two for number ten. Each time I repeated my pleading, whimpering, cursing, writhing, and straining. By the end, my voice was raspy from yelling, and my wrists reddened from twisting in the cuffs. I could imagine the bloody pulp my ass must be.

I barely remember the questions and answers. I know she told me those I’d gotten wrong, but I don’t remember that at all. But, OH, FUCK, fuck! The burning, throbbing pain in my ass was ebbing away and, SHIT, my cock was trying to burst free of the plastic tube. And it hurt! And how, in God’s name could I be having an erection while getting my naked ass whipped?

“Well, well, look at that. Is that pre-cum? Holy, crap, your cock’s just about to bust that chastity! I bet that hurts, don’t it?” She unbuckled and popped the gag out of my mouth.

Gasp. “Yes.” Pant. “It.” Gasp “Hurts!” Gasp. “Take … it … off … pleeeassse.”

“Hey, Big Boy, even if I unlocked it, it wouldn’t come off. Not till you deflate that.” She tapped her fingernail on the plastic tube of the chastity.

“Aaarrrh,” I groaned, knowing it would be a while before that happened.

Ruby untied the rope from my collar, holding me prone on the bench. She straddled the bench in front of me, leaned back, resting on her elbows and forearms, and pulled up her t-shirt.

“At least two orgasms, Big Boy,” she said, and in my mind, I visualized the big shit-eating grin she must have on her face. “Then we’ll think about taking off the cage.”

Ruby held my head up with one hand in my hair, scooched forward till her cunt was firming against my mouth. I did my best, hoping she would cum quickly and I could get the chastity off my hurting cock. Her first orgasm hit her in just about a minute; she must have been exceptionally horny. But the second seemed to take forever. Although it wasn’t more than six or seven minutes, it seemed like half an hour to me.

Then it was like yesterday, mostly. After releasing me from my position on the bench, leaving the handcuffs, we showered, she had me use the toilet, and she even brushed my teeth. During our ablutions, my cock had shriveled enough for her to remove the plastic cage. As soon as the tube came off, immediately my cock twitched, swelled, throbbed, and got almost painfully erect.

Back in the bedroom, “Mistress…” I ventured, hoping I’d be allowed to speak. She looked up at me and grinned. I took this to mean it was okay. I think she likes being called mistress.

“Please, my shoulders are aching so bad. And my arms go all tingly during the night with them locked behind my back. Could you fix them a different way?”

“Well, I could, but you’ll have to decide if the consequences are worth it.”

“I don’t think I can stand to spend the night with my arms locked behind me, again. Please, Mistress,” I pleaded.

“Okay then, but you will sleep on the floor, blindfolded, and gagged with my panties. And you’ll still be handcuffed with them locked to a collar unless you wear the chastity.”

The panty gag, I thought I could handle, and the blindfold. I certainly didn’t want to be locked in the chastity cage all night. But to sleep on the floor? Not to feel Ruby next to me, not to have her arm slung over me, and absent-mindedly toying with my nipples. Not to feel her firm breasts and stiff nipples poking me in the back or the firm cheeks of her ass against my crotch. Were these deal breakers?

In the end, I decided that having my hands and arms in front topped everything. “Alright, Mistress Ruby,” I agreed, somewhat reluctantly.

“Okay, let’s get you ready.”

She fished around in her duffle and came out with a wide leather collar. It had four chrome steel rings and was fastened with two buckles. She put it around my neck with the buckles in the back and snugged them down just shy of choking. She put padlocks in the buckles.

“I don’t want you waking me up with a lot of clinking.”

I wasn’t sure if that required a response, so I didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Ruby had grabbed the roll of duct tape and wrapped a layer around the collar, keeping the padlocks from moving. Then she unlocked the cuff on my left wrist. I gasped and stiffened when she moved my arms to the front, and the muscles and tendons that had been stuck in one position for the last couple of hours resisted the sudden movement.

She didn’t seem to notice, and she was able to thread the open cuff through the steel ring of the collar and re-lock it on my free wrist. She buckled the leather blindfold over my eyes, the one with the white fleece padding on the inside, and it pressed against my eyes, keeping them shut. I heard her getting something from the duffle, again.

“Open, big boy,” she ordered.

For a moment, I didn’t get what she wanted. Ah, the gag, and I opened my mouth.

She pushed a wadded-up panty in my mouth. I wasn’t too big; it must be a bikini panty, and I thought this wasn’t too bad. But she shoved it into my left cheek with her finger and then poked another one into my right cheek, and a third filled the rest of my oral cavity. I imagined myself as a roast pig with a tart apple jammed into its mouth. Then I felt something cover my mouth from under my nose to my chin, and a strap went around my head that she buckled so tight the cover mashed my lips into my teeth. I felt the strap making my cheeks bulge out around it.

“By the way, big boy, that last pair is the ones that I wore today,” she giggled. About that time, the taste seeped onto my tongue and smell found my nostrils and I groaned at the swelling of my cock.

Ruby grabbed me around my biceps and led me around the room until I stepped on something thicker and softer than the hotel carpet. She pushed me down on my knees and helped me to lie down. The quilted comforter from the other bed was on the floor, and a pillow, too.

My immediate thought was, how lucky I am to have a caring Mistress. My second thought was, my, God, she just whipped my ass and I let her blindfold, gag, and handcuff me.

She crossed my ankles and belted a strap snug around them. She attached a rope to the belt, folded my legs, and tied the other end to the collar. I wasn’t a strict hogtie by any means, but it would keep me from straightening my legs or standing up.

“This will keep you from wandering around during the night,” Ruby explained.

I was beaten, literally, and exhausted from the evening’s activities anyway, and as soon as my hard-on subsided, I’d likely sleep right through to morning. The hogtie seemed unnecessary since I had no thought of wandering about, so I passed it off with little thought.

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On Thursday, we were getting into more technical configurations. I concentrated on focusing on the chapters and taking the best notes I could. Still, my mind would occasionally drift to my evenings with Ruby and wonder what might happen tonight. We had sort of a lab in the afternoon. We did simulated configurations on virtual routers. I was glad I didn’t get paired with Ruby; I would have screwed up the configs for sure.

Ruby and I found a Mexican food restaurant close to my hotel for dinner. We were back in my room by seven. Ruby had me naked, except for the chastity cage, and was tying me to the chair by 7:20.

She tied my wrists together, palm to palm, but in front, which I wondered about but didn’t say anything. She tied my ankles like she had every time she put me in the chair. They were tied to the rear leg and up off the floor, but higher this time, I thought. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the soles of my feet were almost parallel to the floor.

Ruby strapped the fleece-padded blindfold on me and then raised my tied hands up and over my head, and then down behind my neck. She tied a rope to my wrist bindings, and the other end she tied to the chair rung between the rear legs. My bent elbows were pointing to the ceiling.

She began reading through the chapter review. I could tell she was sitting behind me and off to my left because that was the direction her voice was coming from. When she finished, I knew the review questions would be next, and I tensed in my bonds, expecting that, as was usual, when I got an answer wrong, there would be consequences, again. Since she’d tied me differently, I guessed the consequences would be different, and I was right.

Out of my four answers to question two, two were wrong. There was a swishing sound and I sucked in a breath followed instantly by my scream as Ruby struck across the sole of my left foot.

“Oops, forgot the gag,” she sighed.

I heard her get up and rustle around in her duffle bag. I felt something press against my lips, and resignedly, I opened my mouth. Something rubbery was pushed through my teeth. A strap was buckled at the nape of my neck. Another went around my forehead and buckled in the back, and then a third went from under my chin and up over the top of my head. She snugged all the buckles down tight. A hissing sound began, and the rubber inside my mouth began to expand. By the time it stopped, my mouth was jacked open, my tongue forced down, and the rubber balloon threatening the back of my throat.

“Okay, that should keep those screams muffled down to an acceptable level,” Ruby said, and she plopped back in the desk chair and read the next question.

Of the remaining nine questions, I missed answers in six of them, for a total of eight strokes to my feet. I screamed and yelled after each one. I begged and whimpered and sobbed and writhed and flailed about as much as my ropes allowed; the chair rocking and tipping back and forth. After the third stroke, I was crying real tears, and the blindfold became soaked with them.

After the last question, I sagged in my ropes and just cried and sobbed. I heard Ruby go into the bathroom, and after what felt like a long time, she came out and started unbuckling the gag straps. She had to do something to release the air before she could extract the rubber balloon.

“Honestly, was it bad?” she asked.

“Oh, God, Mistress,” I choked out, “it was the worst, worse than …” sob – whimper, “worse than when you …” gasp – pant, “whipped my butt.”

“Yeah, maybe, but look at your cock. I don’t know what it’s made of to be able to hold that in without bustin’. And look at all the pre-cum oozing out and dripping on the chair.”

I looked down and it was true. The pain in my feet had overwhelmed the crushing pain of the chastity. I looked up at Ruby. “Ah, please, mistress, will you take it off, please?”

“Well, okay, but the same rules as last night apply.”

“Yes, yes, please, mistress … oh, it’s hurting, please,”

This time when the chastity came off, my cock simply wilted. I felt drained, almost as if I’d had the most fantastic, the most pleasurable, the most mind-blowing climax of my life. I could have slept the night right here in the chair, still tied and blindfolded.

I was barely aware of what happened next. I ended up back on the floor, lying on the folded bed comforter. My wrists and ankles were in black leather cuffs with the buckles padlocked. My hands were in front and chained to a collar, and my ankles were locked together and chained to the bed frame. But at least my cock was free of the chastity, although my feet throbbed from the whipping, I fell asleep in just a couple of minutes.

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Friday’s class was mostly a review of the chapters, and we did practice tests. Everyone passed, but I was sweating it out, thinking I hadn’t done so well. The instructor wrapped things up a bit after three o’clock, and we said our goodbyes to each other, wishing them good luck on the certification exam. Ruby and I were the last two out of the classroom. As she drove us back to the hotel, she said we should celebrate making it through the training with a nice dinner out.

Since neither of us had brought any ‘dress-up clothes’, I found a local Outback Steakhouse on Boston Street, which was not too far from the hotel. I studied the Google map and wrote down the directions since I didn’t have a printer.

We had a great time at dinner. The food was good, but the company was better. We talked a lot about tech stuff, both of us being IT nerds, but about our likes and dislikes, our personal lives. Neither of us was married or in a special relationship. She lived in Belleville, Illinois, and worked in St. Louis. I lived in Norman, Oklahoma, and worked in Oklahoma City. She had an apartment; I had a house.

We stopped in the lounge of my hotel and continued our conversations. We had drinks and talked for about half an hour. The evening escapades of the last four days didn’t come up, nor did our previous relationships.

We went up to my room, and I was a bit anxious about what might happen. On entering, Ruby took my hand and guided me to sit on the edge of one bed. She sat on the other bed facing me.

“Well, big boy,” she began after several moments of silence, “this is likely our last night together. Tell me, how do you feel about these last few days?”

I wasn’t prepared for that. Everything seemed to have happened like being on autopilot. Between the Cisco class and the evening of ‘review’, I hadn’t digested the meaning of it all. I hadn’t thought too much about how I felt about it. It’s always been hard for me to express my feelings. “Well…” I stalled, looking down at my shoes, shyly. “Ah, I guess the first thing I want to say is that I like you.”

“I like you, too,” she replied, smiling. “I did from the first day of class.”

“And, I guess you’ve figured out I can get enjoyment from being submissive to a beautiful woman.” I think I saw a little blush behind her smile. “Pretty much everything we did was a first for me, though. I mean, I’ve been handcuffed before and even have done oral while blindfolded and handcuffed. But you took me to my limits and a bit beyond. The clothespins, God, they hurt. And my ass and feet are still sore. Didn’t you notice me squirming in class? Those chairs weren’t very comfortable, even if you hadn’t been spanked the night before.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” she giggled.

It was a nice giggle. “I am conflicted, though.”

“What about?”

“Well,” I said, “I admit I got turned on by your control, and the bondage and blindfold and stuff. But the pain was new to me. Those clothespins hurt a lot, especially when taking them off. While it was happening, I never wanted to experience that pain ever again. But then, realizing I’d cum, well… orgasms are supposed to be the pinnacle of pleasure. How could I be in so much pain and still have an orgasm?”

“The endorphins the brain produces are the same for pain as they are for pleasure. And, some people are wired in a way that pain, when applied at the right time and in the right levels, amplifies the pleasures of sex.”

“I guess I’m one of them, then. The tickling, well, it was pure torture, but I had a hard on the whole time, and now it seems like it was foreplay. And oh, God, I was in real, terrible pain when you caned my ass and feet, especially my feet. I would have done or said anything to make it stop. I don’t want to experience pain like that again, but when I think back on it, my cock twitches and I find the idea that it might happen again excites me. If you ordered me to strip and bend over the desk so you could whip me, I’d do it.”

“Oh, don’t tempt me like that.”

“You would do it, too, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, I can see that. But when I think of how you took me captive, I start to get hard. When I think about being handcuffed and blindfolded, wearing a collar and gagged with panties, I start to get hard. I’m getting hard now. I think if I had known on Monday the feelings I have now, that you would be the cause of them, I would have submitted voluntarily and willingly. Does that make sense?

“Yes, I think it does and my pussy is wet now. But, you know, maybe you’ve forgotten, with all that’s happened, I owe you a reward.”

“Oh! That’s right! I had forgotten,” I exclaimed, getting excited about what she might have planned.

“Okay, let’s get ready. Get out of those clothes,” she ordered, using her commanding voice. “I’m going to shower, and when I’m done, it will be your turn in the bathroom. While you’re showering, I’ll prepare things and then you’ll have your reward.”

Ruby went to the bathroom, and I heard the water start up immediately. I stripped off my clothes and laid them neatly on one of the chairs. Being naked, except for the chastity cage, it didn’t seem right for me to sit on the bed or in a chair, so I knelt at the foot of the bed closest to the bathroom door. I waited, listening to the sounds from the bathroom. The water shut off. I heard the swishing of the towel as she dried her naked body. The chastity cage got a little tighter. I listened to the whir of her hair dryer.

She came out wearing a white, fluffy hotel robe tied with a belt, the knot over her right hip. Ruby hadn’t pulled it completely closed, and the V created a bit of cleavage. The hem fell only to about the middle of her bare thighs. In the split second it took to visualize it, before I remembered and lowered my eyes, the chastity got still tighter.

“Okay, big boy, your turn. Go shower, shave, and whatever else you need to do in there. I expect you out here and ready in twenty minutes.”

I leapt up, “Yes, Mistress.” I hesitated, “But, please, might I have thirty minutes? I want to shave everything, and it could take longer than twenty minutes.” I hoped I hadn’t overstepped, but I have wanted to try shaving all over and thought this to be a good opportunity. I could see Ruby thinking about it.

“Hmm, well, yeah, I guess that will be okay. A good, obedient submissive should be completely shaved of unsightly hair.”

“Thank you, Mistress, Ruby. Umm, I’ll need the chastity off if I’m to shave everywhere.”

“I suppose you’re right.” She fetched the key and removed it. “Now, Nathan,” it was the first time she’d used my name, “if you jack off in the shower, it will ruin your reward.”

And I scampered into the bathroom.

I returned to Ruby, scrubbed clean, hairless from my ears to my toes, sweet-smelling, rock-hard erection wagging. She was sitting on the end of the bed, and I spied the black leather wrist and ankle cuffs lying on the bed next to her, along with the fleece-lined blindfold.

She grinned and wiggled her finger at me, and I went and stood in front of her. She pointed at my left foot and patted the bed next to her. Sometimes I’m a little slow on the uptake, but this time I got the message and put my foot there. She buckled a cuff around that ankle, and we repeated the process on the right foot. Then she cuffed my wrists, handed me the blindfold, and said, “Put that on.”

When I was blindfolded, she took my elbow and walked me around the room, giving me a couple of spins. Then she positioned me with my back against a door (I felt the knob against my left hip). She raised my left arm and fastened the cuff to something. I heard a ratcheting sound, and my arm was stretched toward what had to be the corner of the door. She repeated this with my right arm and then did both ankles the same at the bottom of the door. When she finished, I was stretched to the point my heels wanted to rise from the floor.

I couldn’t see but I knew my cock was standing out stiff and pointing at an upward angle I hadn’t obtained since I was a collage sophomore. Ruby grasped my stoney cock and stroked it.

“Uummmmhh,” I moaned.

I felt her hands on my hips, and she took me into her mouth.

Oh, my God. I was in heaven. Her tongue rubbed the underside of my cock as she bobbed her head. Jeez, Mother, and Mary, she swallowed me whole. I felt my cock go right down her throat and her nose smashed against my skin.

She worked me over with her mouth, tongue, and lips, moving me in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She kept me on edge. Working with fast licks, sucks, and bobs and then easing off, letting me out of her mouth and teasingly stroking me, licking me, while I came down from the peak of arousal, only to repeat her oral ministration with an occasional deep throat.

It seemed like she edged me like this for a long time, a couple of hours, I thought. She told me later it was only twenty minutes.

She slowly pulled back, kissing my gland when it left her mouth. “We’re going to have a blow-job game, now. If you make it past five or six, I’ll be surprised. Here’s how it works. I will take you down my throat and hold it there for a count of one. Then I’ll do one bob and then pull off. I’ll give you a demonstration.

Her mouth engulfed me and my cock went down her throat. She held me there about a second, then pulled back till only the head was still in her mouth, and then swallowed me again. Then pulled off.

“See how it works? That was one second deep and one head bob. The next time it will be two seconds deep, then two head bobs, and so on until you cum. You have to do the counting, and we’ll start at one. Got it?

“Uh, uh,” I grunted and nodded.

She took me in her mouth again, and she went all the way down till her nose pressed against me again. I had to be three inches into her throat, and I said, “One.” She pulled back about halfway and then swallowed me again. I said, “One.” Then, with her lips clamped tightly around my shaft, pulled off my cock.

She waited maybe fifteen seconds and took me deep again. She kept me in her throat while I counted, “One … two.” Then pumped me twice, and I said, “One, two,” then she backed off again. Oh, shit, I understood the game now! My first thought was I wanted to know, and would give anything, to have that feeling of counting to ten while she held my cock deep in her throat followed by her fucking her own throat with my cock ten times. My second thought was that there was no way I’d make it to ten before losing my load into her mouth.

I was in her throat again. “One … two … three.” Then three throat fucks, one, two, three, and I was sliding out of her mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I was sure I’d cum the next cycle. She licked the saliva from the head of my cock. Oh, shit!

She must have waited a bit longer because my need eased a bit.

“One … two … three … four.” Each time I counted she swallowed and contractions of her esophagus gripped and squeezed my cock. Goddamn, fucking-a, it was ecstasy. Four, slow, throat fucks as I counted and she slurped the saliva as she pulled off.

I knew I would cum the next time. She was probably right; I would not make it past five. But, Christ, I wanted it to go on and on. Experiencing the count of eight, or nine, or even ten when in her swallowing throat would be ecstasy beyond comprehension.

I was gasping for air. I caught enough breath to gasp out, “Mistress … please … may I … watch … please?”

The blindfold was jerked off my head and in the next second, she was swallowing me, and when her nose touched my belly again, I had to do the counting between sucking in enough breath to be able to speak.

I lasted through to the count of five, but even without the blindfold, I wasn’t watching her. My head was thrown back against the door, whipping from side to side, my eyes squeezed shut. A few seconds after the last thrust, I looked down to see her sitting back on her haunches and breathing heavily.

She smiled up at me and put her hand up, cupping my balls and fondling them. She leaned forward and sucked a droplet of pre-cum that was about to dribble from my throbbing cock.

I was beginning to think she wasn’t going to continue. She wiggled and shifted her kneeling position. She spread her knees wide. She reached behind her and brought out the chrome steel handcuffs. I’m already tied up tight. What are those for? I thought.

She watched me watching her and put the cuff on her left wrist, pushed it down snug. I watched her put her arms behind her back and heard the ratcheting of the cuff. She twisted her body and moved her hands to the side, and showed me the handcuffs now locking her arms together.

And suddenly she had me in her mouth again and slowly pushed my cock down her throat. I counted to six and she moved back and took a quick breath in through her nose and bobbed her head to force my cock into her throat six times. She did each one slowly, spacing the thrusts several seconds apart. Again, after the last deep throat she sucked the globs of saliva from my cock as she pulled off.

Ruby lightly licked and kissed my hard shaft and sensitive gland. I think she was prolonging the pause to help me last through the next cycle. She could also have been trying to judge how close I was to my climax. I was close and thought the sevens would be the clincher.

Her throat was swallowing, contracting, and relaxing, milking my cock, while I was trying to keep the correct count. When she pulled back and took a breath, I knew I wouldn’t last. She pushed my cock down her throat and I said, “One.” Then two. Then three. Then four.

“Aaarrrrrrrhhhhh! I’m gonna cum! Oh, God! I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

She sucked my cock ramming me deep into her throat and I erupted and she swallowed. I erupted again, and she swallowed again. Every time I blasted a shot of cum into her throat, she swallowed. Five, six, seven, eight, my cock kept spewing, she swallowed. And during all that time my body was locked rigid, unable to move a muscle, except the pumping of my cock.

I finally stopped shooting cum, and seconds later she stopped swallowing. She eased me from her throat but kept me in her mouth. She kept her lips sealed around my cock and swirled and licked with her tongue getting every drop of cum. Then she licked my gland, and I squealed and writhed. She continued on my sensitive head, and it was torture, post-orgasm torture, that seemed to last forever.

I’d heard about this but had never experienced it. I was cursing, bucking, and squirming, and laughing, trying to escape the exquisite sensations. At that moment, if I’d known the launch codes for all of the ICBMs in all the silos across the US, I would have given them up in an instant.

“Oh, God, please, stop. Fuck! It's torture, please, please, stop,” I begged. She stopped moving her tongue but continued to hold my cock in her mouth. The torturous sensations eased, and I sighed, and she started licking again.

“Aaaarrrrgggh,” I yelled, expecting the torture to begin anew. But then, “Aah, ooh, yeah, oh, yes,” the torture had become exquisite ecstasy. She brought me down slowly and by the time she let my cock from her mouth, it was almost flaccid and I was near to passing out. She shuffled on her knees over to me and leaned in, resting her head on my thigh.

She was breathing heavily and drawing in big, deep breaths about every third inhale. I was, too. When our breathing was almost back to normal, Ruby wriggled around and struggled till she was able to stand up. She went to the desk, retrieved the key, and unlocked her handcuffs. She released me from the door, and I collapsed to the floor.

It was many minutes before either of us moved. I don’t know how long it was. Finally, she came and took the cuffs from my ankles and wrists.

“We need showers, again,” she said wearily.

I could only nod in agreement.

We slept in each other's arms, both of us utterly spent, and we didn’t wake until almost nine. I woke first and I awakened her kissing, and nibbling her tits and nipples. We made love. We kissed and licked. We touched and explored each other. She was on top. Then I was on top. Wet kisses and nibbling teeth along her shoulder and along her collarbone to the base of her neck made her moan and tremble.

I licked and tongued her pussy till she was sloppy wet. She kissed and sucked my cock till I was aching hard. And when we made love, it was slow and gentle, and God, it was so good. Ruby was amazing. I never imagined there could be so much pleasure; the feeling of the smoothness and heat of being inside her was indescribable. We fucked again in the shower.

Ruby had checked out of her hotel on Wednesday, since she was staying with me every night. My checkout time was noon. We each drove to the airport and turned in our rental cars. Her flight was at 2:45, mine was 3:30. We said our goodbyes at her gate, and I watched her plane take off. I was missing her before I got to my gate.

God! I thought, I’m in love with the woman who kidnapped and tortured me.