This is a different kind of story for me, still based in the usual tropes (minus the cuckolding) but told from the female perspective and, well... it's just different from any story I've written before. I have an idea for part two, but we'll see how that pans out.
You know, sometimes I look back and wonder whether everything I’m about to tell you was a set-up? But honestly I really can’t believe that. I just don’t think Sammy is that clever or that devious. But, well, maybe I should ask him sometime…?
Okay, so it all started about five years ago, give or take a few months. My boyfriend Sammy was going down on me… and I was just taking waaay too long to get there. Sometimes that’s just how it is, you know. But I was slowly getting there and he gave up on me! Said his jaw was hurting and his tongue was sore… what an asshole! He didn’t even offer to get me off with his fingers, he just got up and left me to finish myself off. I was pissed!
Okay, I know I was taking a long time, but come on! Then it happened again a few weeks later. That time we had a bit of an argument about it and the third time it happened I was really fuming. In fact the minute he stopped I pulled my vibrator out of the nightstand and told him to get the fuck out. We didn’t talk for a couple of days after that, but eventually we got over it… and everything went back to normal.
But I was still very annoyed about it and I was determined that he was never going to do that to me again. So I let it lie for a couple of weeks and then I hatched my plan. I told Sammy that I wanted to give him a treat, but first I wanted to tie him to the bed. Like an idiot he agreed and I soon had him leaning back on the pillows with his wrists securely tied.
“Are you sure you can’t escape?” I said sweetly.
“Don’t think so,” he said, his cock already starting to get excited.
“Okay then,” I smiled.
