Last Night, Part 2

Read Part 1 here.

When I got into bed, Jack produced a pair of handcuffs and thumbcuffs.  Planning to use these in our Sinful Sunday shoot, he suggested I put on a black bra and a black thong, as they would contrast nicely with my skin and make for some visually interesting shots.  After I did that, I got onto my knees, and he pulled my arms back, fastening the handcuffs around one wrist and then the other with a definitive 'click'.  I felt the familiar cold of the metal clamp tightly against my skin.  It had been quite some time since I'd been bound in this manner.

Feeling the other cuffs close around my thumbs was a new sensation.  They had been in Jack's nightstand drawer for years, but we'd never used them.  He clicked them into place until they pinched my thumbs.  It was a strange feeling.  Even if the handcuffs were removed, I would still be unable to move my arms until the thumbcuffs were taken off as well.  He asked me to lower myself onto the bed with my ass in the air.  But without the use of my hands I just couldn't do it.  I wasn't used to being so dependent on him, and it made me nervous.  Per my request, Jack helped lower me onto the bed, my face coming to rest on a fuzzy light brown blanket.  

As he began snapping pictures, feelings of claustrophobia came over me.  I gasped for breath, more out of fear than out of any actual obstruction.  I heard Jack speak reassuringly as he continued taking pictures, but after awhile I had to adjust my body onto one side just to convince myself that I could if the position got to be too much.  Jack took a few pictures in the new position, and then gently set me down on my face again.  I was much more comfortable now, knowing that I could move out of this position if it became necessary to do so.  I didn't have to move much, though.  Jack was the one who climbed onto the bed, and then a nearby chair, in order to get the shots he wanted.  

The photoshoot lasted an hour or so.  Most of our photoshoots tend to last that long, yielding in some cases more than two hundred pictures.  However, this was the first time that I spent an entire shoot so restrained.  I was very relieved when Jack set the camera down, though he didn't remove the cuffs.  Instead, I felt him pull my thong aside.  I gasped with anticipation.  Would he finger my pussy?  Slip his undoubtedly hard cock deep inside me?  No, he had other plans.  Just what those plans entailed became apparent when I felt his tongue.  And not on my pussy, either.

He spread my ass wide, stroking with long, strong movements of his tongue.  His fingers eventually found my clit, engorged and throbbing with need.  As the palm of his hand cupped my pussy, Jack's able fingers moved in a circular fashion, swirling around my erect, desperate bud.  The rhythm of his hand matched that of his tongue, and it wasn't long before I was lying in a puddle, slowly catching my breath and very satisfied.


-Jill