A Casual Observer – BDSM

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I have been having a fun day. We’ve stayed home, watching TV and chatting, but there’s been a playful undercurrent of energy throughout. An unexpected grope here, a casual reference to a previous scene there and a reminder that there’s something coming whenever the mood takes me. We both know the energy is building. We both anticipate seeing where it goes. Right now, your cock is caged and we’re innocently hanging out with your roommate whilst feeling anything but innocent. I do love a juxtaposition. Yum.

Currently, we’re all watching a film together. Everything is of course PG – we’re not alone – but each touch and we’re super aware of how our bodies feel against each other, where hands are and how little it would take to shift this position to another a little more… stimulating…of course I still discover an opportunity to grind myself into your caged cock every few minutes. I’d hate for you to forget about it.

When your roommate visits the bathroom, I take the opportunity to turn up the heat a little more – climbing on top of you and deepening our kisses to feel your tongue stroking mine. Your heart rate rises. My fingers seek your skin. I crave to touch you. Just as my self restraint begins to fail, we hear your roommate open the bathroom door and start to detangle ourselves. Whilst there’s nothing to see as he arrives, your lips look swollen from my nibbles and your breathing is still heightened, it’s clear we have not been sitting demurely. Your roommate notices. His eyes darken. I wonder…

Before we return to the film, I catch your roommate’s eye and snuggle in a little closer to you than before, watching as his eyes follow me. I smile and ask if he’s got anything on his mind. He startles and realises he’s been staring and tries to backtrack. I don’t allow him the opportunity to escape and instead tell him I don’t mind him watching. I ask what he likes to watch and he blushes but does not make any further attempts to leave the room. He’s stuck in place. Not moving. I give him an out, if he’s not interested he just picks up the remote and we return to watching the film, if not he can watch. If he wants to, he should watch.

As this exchange has been going on, I can feel you pressed against me as still as a statue. It’s not the first time we’ve had an audience, so I know you’re ok with that, but you’re at all times nervous about offering such things. There’s such an adorable vulnerability in you when you’re challenged by a situation but you trust in me to take you there. I can feel that this is what that is. You’re concerned how your roommate will react, but the idea of using this sexual energy excites you. Your trust is a heady thing. That as much as any of the touching has my toes curling.

I sit us both up. I’m in your lap, straddling your thighs with my back to your chest. I stare directly at your roommate as I wriggle my ass against your cage. Obviously your roommate doesn’t know that your cock is confined. That’s our little secret. But as I hear your intake of breath at my wiggle, I know you’re very aware of its presence. I take your hands and place them on my thighs. My short skirt is no obstacle to your touch and lean back into the pleasure of that touch.

Looking over to your roommate, he’s definitely watching, but he’s still playing coy – not sure how to behave. Not my style. I pull him up a chair, directly in front of us and instruct he sits. I give you my neck and you start brushing your lips against it as I maintain eye contact with him. My eyes flutter as you show off exactly how well you know my body. Hands on thighs, lips on my neck and eyes watching our every move. My heat is rising. My moans grow and I touch as much of you as I can. Feeling you surround me. Taking everything that you offer. You are so attentive to my reactions, to each sound, to my body. As I have been distracted by you, your roommate is no longer pretending not to notice the energy and what we’re doing. His pupils are dilated, his breathing has increased and he keeps trying to rearrange his trousers although nothing seems to work.

I take pity on him. I remove my top and bra and tell him to release his cock. He’s not to touch it though – just giving it some room. As your hands leave my thighs and work their way up my sides towards my breasts, I once again let the sensations fill my mind. Your hands are magical. Feeling them, being watched and grinding myself into your cock, I could probably make myself cum from this alone. But I don’t. I want to draw out this energy as long as I can. Your roommate’s cock is now very visible and I make sure he’s aware I’m staring. He blushes a little. I want more of that.

I lean back towards you and tell you to look at how hard your roommate’s cock is loudly enough that I know he hears my instruction too. There is something delicious about asking straight guys to intentionally review another guy’s cock – utilising the natural curiosity, pushing against society’s expectations and, of course, indulging in my own guy on guy fantasies. I hear your breath hitch. You know how to push my buttons here. You meet his eyes and tell him that his cock looks very hard and that you’re sure I’d enjoy playing with it. I shudder watching the two of you connect. He’s blushing more now – he had no idea you’d play along like this with me, some of your secrets are revealed, but I doubt that will be what he thinks about on reflection of this evening.

I ask him how I should make myself cum? Grinding on your cock as you tweak my nipples? Rubbing my clit as you feel my thighs tighten around you? Straddling your face and grinding myself against it? Slowly sliding your cock into me so I can squeeze it as I rub my clit? I pause between each scenario letting you both imagine it fully. As I expected, it’s too much for him, his hand is touching his cock. The easy access takes away the deterrent. That’s not how my game works though. I reprimand him for using his hand and he looks sheepish. I asked if he’s ever been restrained and he pales. I tell you to go and fetch the cuffs and a cock ring. I can not help the grin as my head continues taking the scene further.

Whilst you’re gone, I tell him the plan. You don’t need to know. You are in my control and as such will just trust in me to take you where you need to go. He is new to this. He needs to know. He will get to cum today, and I promise it will be unlike anything he’s experienced before, but he has to earn it. If you want and a sexual experience to be really good, you have to work for it. He agrees to his hands being cuffed behind him – to help him withstand the urge to touch himself. And I tell you to put the cockring on him… ok, so a little more indulgence on my part. Once we’re done, I can not suppress the groan. A restrained guy is just so tempting and with the cockring strengthening his erection it’s all I can do to withstand a little stroke, just to see his shudder.

I slip my knickers out from under my skirt and return to my place straddling you. As you resume your touching and my body once again starts awakening to you, I talk to him about his situation. How are the cuffs? Could he imagine his fantasy girl kissing his body and he’s desperate to touch her back, to make her feel good, and is unable to do so. That frustration. That’s what’s delicious to me. And his cock? The cockring will keep the blood in his erection, making it ache with hardness, and without his hands, there’s no relief. Just more frustration. More desperation. More need.

With all of this conversation, seeing his reactions, feeling your reactions (knowing how much that cage will be throbbing) and your wandering hands and lips, I am near breaking point. It’s not gonna take long. My body is alive. Your fingers work my nipples as my hand dives under my skirt to stroke my clit. You graze your teeth along my shoulder and I watch your roommate shudder as he’s unable to get involved more substantially. As long as I can, I lock my eyes with his. As I feel my body take over, and my hips begin to rock on their own.

When my eyes finally close and I cry out with all of the sensations, I slump back against you. You keep touching me, for comfort now rather than stimulation, and I take some seconds to enjoy the connection with you. I kiss you in thanks for your service and let my physiology stabilise. As I rouse myself, I see every bit of frustration and desperation on his face. I smile – did he enjoy my little show?

As I uncuff him, you wait patiently to hear what the next steps are. I know the anticipation is probably killing you, but you leave me to it – it’s a secret between us. We know this game. We enjoy this game. It’s ours. Before we move any further, my fingertips accidentally run from the base of cock to the tip. The smallest, most delicate of touches. The groan and shiver nearly have me cumming again and I almost change the plan, but I don’t…

We’re gonna bed now. Your roommate will go to his separate room. When behind closed doors, you and I are gonna have sex. You are gonna scream out your pleasure like the slut I allow you to be and your roommate is gonna hear everything we’re doing. He’ll have no idea what I am doing to you. That’s up to his imagination. But he’s gonna masturbate to our sounds of pleasure. He’s gonna keep the cockring on until he explodes with such force that he will be unable to move for several moments. And then he’s gonna sleep. Finally satisfied and relieved.

Tomorrow morning he will return the recently cleaned cockring. Not subtly leaving it somewhere for you to discover, but instead handing it to you directly and thanking you for the sexy experience. And I intend to be around to watch you both – what a delicious exchange that will be.

Part 2 will reveal what happens behind the closed bedroom door.

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