June 28, 2013

Unpacking

Posted in stories at 6:16 am by littlesubmissions

They lay there, enjoying the cool air and smell of recently cleaned carpets, until she looked up at his face. “Ewwwwww…” Her nose wrinkled, and she leaned away from him. Her arms wrapped around his head, carefully undoing the strap on the ring gag. “You are in desperate need of a wet washcloth, or at least a tissue.”

He worked his jaw, feeling pins and needles in his muscles as he moved it back and forth, rolling it around and enjoying the absence of the gag. “S’not my fault. You put the thing on me.”

“Yeah, really kind of regretting that now, because damn son…” She snaked out from under his arms, the handcuffs scraping along her back, and sat up. She pointed to the bathroom, and nodded. “Seriously, shoo, clean your self up.”

He awkwardly got to his feet and held his hands in front of him. “Uhmm?”

She laughed, looking up at him from her vantage point on the floor. “You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” Her hair bounced as her head shook back and forth. “Go get cleaned up and meet me in the kitchen.”

He looked around at how much they had to do, and shuffled to the bathroom. The cool water felt good, and he scrubbed away the slime that coated his face. He wet down his hair, and shoved it into some semblance of order, and then flipped through boxes until he found towels. He scrubbed his face dry, dropped the towel on the edge of the sink, and walked to the kitchen.

She had put her t-shirt back on, and he swallowed hard at the site of her half-naked body. She was bouncing to music from her laptop and putting away silverware, singing along with the lyrics and using a spoon as a microphone during the chorus. She finished the last chorus and turned to face him, smiling at how much cleaner her looked. “Knave! This is your task! Put the bed together, then unpack the bedroom, and put the empty boxes around the bed in a neat wall, with one entrance at the foot of the bed.”

“Huh?” He tilted his head as she tossed the spoon in a drawer and took a handful of forks out of another box.

“I desire a castle, knave. Build me one while we have the boxes anyway.”

“A castle for Queen Bossy-Pants?”

Princess Bossy-Pants, my mother is still queen and quite alive, thank you very much. Now go, build me my castle and we can have a picnic in it for lunch. Build the walls tall and strong, and your reward shall be great.”

He licked his lips and shifted his feet. Her rewards could go either way for him. “Could we take out the, uhm, plug first?”

She pursed her lips, then shook her head. “Nope. Your princess likes the way you wince when you bend over and it’s inside of you. But you can kiss my cunt once, before you leave, since your face is so much cleaner now.”

He walked over and dropped to his knees before her. She spread her legs slightly and leaned back against the counter, petting his wet hair as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against the center of her pussy. She sighed contentedly, then pushed his head away and grabbed a handful of butter knives, spinning to start putting them away. “Go, I don’t want to have to deal with this tomorrow.”

He smiled, stood up, and kissed the back of her head before shuffling off to the bedroom. They opened boxes, pulled things out, dropped them in drawers, hung them up, arranged, shuffled, and rearranged. He piled boxes around the bed in a rectangle, and when the last one was empty flopped down and scratched his nose. The chain dangled between the handcuffs, and his shoulders were sore from the awkward movements they forced him to make.

He flopped down on the bed, and stretched. “Done in here.”

Her snort carried from the other room. “I doubt it, but give me a minute and I’ll bring in lunch.” He enjoyed the break, and she appeared a few minutes later with two plates and two bottles of beer. He balanced the plate on his lap and started to devour the peanut butter and honey sandwich and chips while she popped open the beers and set them on the nightstand.

She took a bite of her own sandwich and archer an eyebrow. “So knave, my castle?”

He shrugged apologetically, and reached over with both hands to grab one of the bottles. “I ran out of boxes your princessness. These were all the walls I could get. It might qualify as a fort, or I can grab some boxes from other rooms, after lunch.”

Her jaw worked up and down as she chewed thoughtfully. “No, it will do. Though if we are attacked by barbarians things may go poorly, and I will expect you to die defending the walls while I flee to the closet.”

“So noted.” He nodded gravely, finished his sandwich and took a long drink of beer, setting it back on the nightstand and lying back on the bed.

She finished her own lunch and reached over, flipping open one of the handcuffs and pulling his arms up to the headboard. She looped it though the wooden bars, and clicked it back shut around his wrist. “Now, for your reward.”

He shifted his hips to get more comfortable, and grinned at her. “Thank you princess.”

“Don’t thank me yet…” She smirked back at him, and pulled her shirt off over her head.

She grinned and dragged her tongue along his cock, feeling it stiffen. His eyes snapped shut and he moaned, partly in anticipation and partly in dread. She purred back at the sound, and let some spit dribble out of her mouth over his cock. She grinned down at him, enjoying the control, then began to jerk him off.

“You were very good today. I was proud of you, the way you stayed quiet in the box.”

He nodded but kept his eyes closed, trying to focus on what her hand was doing. “Thank you ma’am.”

“Hmmm… thanking me for putting you in a box where four strangers might find you? You still have ‘BLOWJOB MACHINE’ written on you, do you remember that? And ‘PLEASE FUCK MY FACE.'”

He blushed, thrown off balance by her sudden reminder. He had forgotten, but now remembered the tingle of shame. It made him very small, and owned, and valued, and he groaned and raised his hips.

She started to jerk him off faster, pushing him deeper into the shame and pleasure. “Oh yes, thanking me for exposing you in public as a nasty little pervert who wants to be used by strangers? I’ll have to do that again.” She slowed her hand down, then started moving it faster, feeling his flesh respond underneath her, watching his eyes start to flutter. “I’m going to have to find you a nice little gangbang, or maybe you could be a fluffer at an orgy, on your knees in a corner with a blindfold on and your mouth propped open like a sewer drain…”

He started moaning, thrusting his hips, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard, and she poured it on, loving the control and playing the scenarios in her own head. “Chain you to a urinal in a gas station bathroom? Would you still be thinking me then? Or we could go to a BBQ with you as the fuck-pig, and after a day of rolling around in mud and garbage we could hose you off and have a real spit-roast…”

She felt his cock twitch and jerk in her hand, and the hideousness of the situation pushed him over the edge. He came hard in her hand, toes curling, breathing hard and arching his back.

She felt the warm cum running over her fingers, and smiled down at him, letting the control slip away. She used her clean hand to pet his hair, and then flipped the hand cuffs open. “Clean yourself up when you’re ready, take out the butt plug, and get dressed. I’m going to wash my hands, then get started on the living room.”

“Thank you princess.” He moved his arms down and grinned at her, eyes still closed.

She smiled back. “I think I prefer ‘ma’am,’ and you’re welcome pet.”

Preview: He pulled against the leash, enjoying the feeling of it tightening around his neck, until she gave it a sharp jerk.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

2 Comments »

  1. appy said,

    Every chapter is a wonderful surprise.
    Thank you.

    • littlesubmissions said,

      Thank you, and glad you’re enjoying it.


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