Buttons By Nightowl e-mail: song_of_the_wild@yahoo.com An erotic story of late-night bondage and gentle domination That night I saw Candy at the bar. She and I had a thing going for a while now, ever since things started to go bad with Donna. I don't know what happened with us. It used to be so good, but after a while... I mean she's really sweet, but lately we haven't been so good in bed together. She would get real particular about what I was doing and drive me crazy. She would also get real needy sometimes, and ... So after a while we did it less and less. I guess I got bored. Or maybe afraid of hurting her. That's when I started chasing after girls like Candy. Things were going OK until something started me on the subject of women. I really laid into them, how they're so demanding and particular, and what really drives you crazy is that you never know what they really want. Either they don't know, or they won't tell you. After a while Candy stopped smiling and looked down at the table. I didn't notice and kept up my bitter monologue. Finally she just got up and left. After I blew it with Candy, I felt pretty low. I started hitting the bottle pretty hard, I guess out of emptiness and frustration. I got so drunk they had to send me home in a cab... <==========()==========()==========()==========> When I got home from the night shift, Bill was passed out in bed with all his clothes on. When I saw him lying there, snoring away, something in me just snapped. I mean, I'm always so nice to everyone all the time. I started ripping off my clothes and throwing them against the wall, yelling "What about me! What about me!" I was stomping around, really getting worked up. The jerk just lay there, barely waking up. I stood there, naked, flushed, panting, trembling with anger and frustration. As he fell back asleep, and I realized just how out of it he was, an idea slowly formed in my mind. Without really thinking it through, I started to undress him. First I undid his jeans and pulled them down. I buttoned them up again right over his knees, tightening the belt and really pinning them together. Then I tied his shoes together with his shoelaces, so he couldn't move his feet. I think it was at that point I started laughing maniacally. Then I took his other belt and tied the laces to the railing at the foot of the bed. Finally I unbuttoned his jeans jacket and rolled him over. He started mumbling "Donna...leave me alone... I gotta sleep now." I buttoned the cuffs together, pinning his wrists behind him. Then I buttoned the jacket up behind him, inside out. I rolled him back over and admired my work. He looked so helpless. Then I started thinking about the way he'd been treating me, and I started to get angry again. I jumped up on his stomach and started hitting his face with a pillow. He woke up then, by God. He started yelling at me and I yelled back at him. All the pain and hurt surfaced and we threw it at each other with all our might. Finally we cooled off a little. "What do you want from me, anyway?" he said. "And why did you tie me up?" "You'll see" I said mischievously, putting a finger on his nose... <==========()==========()==========()==========> She went into the kitchen and came back with the olive oil. Humming softly to herself, she unbuttoned my shirt and peeled down my underwear. She started rubbing the oil on my shoulders, my chest, my stomach, my legs. Then she lay on top of me and slowly rubbed her whole body against mine. It was real different than all the other times we'd been together. For one thing, she had this real dreamy, faraway look in her eyes. Also there was a feeling of slowness and fullness to her body. Some other time it would have been real exciting. But right now I wasn't in the mood -- I was still angry at her. I wriggled around and tried to throw her off me, but she just wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on tight. Since she's a little heavier than me, she had no problem staying on top. I started getting a little scared about what she would do to me. I struggled for a couple minutes until I realized I was completely helpless. With this thought came a blinding panic. I desperately thrashed around with every ounce of my strength for as long as I could. Finally I collapsed, panting. I was completely exhausted from my efforts. "Now, then", she cooed, kissing my forehead, "shall we continue?" She slid up a little and started rubbing her heavy breasts against my face. There was no question who was in control here, that's for sure. Cradling my head in her hand, she playfully stuck her erect nipple in my nostril, joking about penetrating me. She put it in my mouth. I felt hot and flushed. I could smell her armpits and hear her heart beating loudly. Was that her sweat or mine that I tasted? I had never felt so intimate with her body before, as if I were contained in it... <==========()==========()==========()==========> His tight hard body seemed so sexy and appealing when it was all trussed up like that. After I made him suck my breasts, I did all kinds of stuff I had never even thought about before. Like tickling him with my hair, rubbing his cock with my nipples, putting my toes in his mouth. Crazy stuff. Neither of us had ever done anything like that before. I felt so strong, so powerful, so free. Whatever I wanted to do to him, I could just do. I didn't have to ask his permission or worry about his reaction. All the usual fearful chatter in my head disappeared and I smoothly went from one position to another, doing whatever came to mind, blissfully enjoying every moment... <==========()==========()==========()==========> She sat on my chest and put her head between my legs. Her legs came around my head and squeezed my ears, shutting out all sound. I could see (and smell) her pussy just inches from my face. I could feel the rough denim material still trapping my arms and legs. As she stroked and licked and nibbled my dick, I felt a curious sensation of being cared for, nurtured, loved in a very tender way. I felt safe. The feeling of powerlessness no longer panicked me. I felt calm and relaxed, without the pressure of having to please her or always having to know the right thing to do. Her weight on me felt solid, reassuring. I let my body go completely limp (most of it, that is) and blissfully surrendered to the sensations. She got up and turned around to face me. She squatted on my chest and grabbed my ears, immobilizing my head. Her hot pussy neared my face, blocking out the view of all else. She gently rubbed her lips all over my face, as if to mark me with her scent. Then she firmly pressed herself on my mouth, and I eagerly plunged my tounge into her. After a while she lay down on top of me, tucking her legs behind her and resting her full weight on me. Then she slo-o-ow- ly inched her way down my body. I felt something moist and warm kissing the tip of my throbbing shaft. After a tantalizing pause, she leisurely wormed down me with a sensual wavelike movement. I felt her breasts slide against my chest, followed by her belly against mine, then finally (O heaven!) her hips slid down and her moist lips swallowed up my head. Our eyes locked and we both gasped at the electric charge that ran through us. We lay there panting for a moment that seemed endless, then she wormed down me again. Again the slow rubbing of sweaty flesh against flesh, beginning with her heavy breasts and culminating with the sweet hot reward of another inch swallowed up. It took several more slow delicious waves to completely engulf me. It was the sweetest torture I had ever endured... <==========()==========()==========()==========> I sat up and put my hands on his chest. Then I closed my eyes and started moving my hips in a way I had never done before, kind of a slow circular movement. I could feel him rubbing against first one side of me, then the other. He gazed up helplessly at me with a dazed look... <==========()==========()==========()==========> She lay down on top of me again. I felt the pressure of her full weight on my chest making it difficult to breathe. Her long hair covered my face, making me feel further contained in her. She sort of reared up off of me, raising her butt in the air and letting me slowly slide out of her, then pushed down hard, pressing her belly against mine and engulfing me again. As she rode me this way, I found myself actually forced to inhale and exhale in time with her motions. I had never had another person take such total control of my body! Then I started moving my hips in sync with hers. I started breathing hard and pumping faster. Just as I neared orgasm, she got up and spun around. She sat on my chest with her back to me and started talking to my cock! "Bad boy! Now you behave!" And she slapped it lightly with her hand. It felt good in a weird way when she slapped it. It kinda intensified things, made me feel more aware of my body... <==========()==========()==========()==========> Shaking my finger at his overeager organ, I felt like a schoolteacher scolding a child. We were both pretty excited still, so I slid my pussy back down to his face. He responded by hungrily lapping me up. I had a giddy sense of unreality -- was this actually me, Donna, doing this to him, Bill? And yet I knew it was alright. After all, it was my turn. Also, when you live with a person for a while, you can tell when they're enjoying something. I mean, he was really using his tongue on me. You can't force someone to do that, can you?... <==========()==========()==========()==========> We went back and forth like that a couple times, her on me and me in her, then when I got close, she would sit on my face and play with my dick, teasing me with her hands while I eagerly licked her. Then back to her riding me. I writhed and moaned, and felt more intensely excited than ever before in my life. Normally I wouldn't have let anybody do something like this to me. But I had surrendered control long ago and I was beyond caring what she did to me as long as she didn't stop. Finally she lay down next to me and swung me over on top of her. She unbuttoned the jacket and I held her tightly as I entered her. She was shaking and trembling as I gave her one long stroke after another. My hands, finally freed from their denim prison, groped her breasts, her face, her behind. "Give it to me!" she moaned, twisting and writhing. When I finally came, I must have squirted about twenty times. Even after I finished, we both had little spasms and twitches for a while. We slept very late the next morning. <==========()==========()==========()==========> The next day Donna was going to the mall and asked did I need any clothes? "Another jeans jacket", I said. "That one's gotten pretty raggedy". "Buttons or zipper?" "Buttons, of course." We smiled. Nightowl welcomes comments. He lives in Oregon and his e-mail address is song_of_the_wild@yahoo.com