The List 17: Its Neck is For Wearing a Collar With a Leash Attached

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Previously: She nodded, and took the plate and glass from him. “Like I said, you probably just stood up too quickly. Luckily, the next item on your list is pretty low impact. I’ll put these away, you take a breather, and then I’ll get your collar and the leash.”

He nodded and smiled at her, glad they weren’t stopping.

She came back into the room with a pair of scissors and the light string they kept in the kitchen, the white cotton kind that always unraveled at the end. She sat down in the chair, and motioned him over. “Scoot over, and face away from me.”

He slid across the floor and spun around, facing away from her. She made several loose loops around his neck with the string, then cut it with the scissors, and tied the ends together. She watched his fingers start to move, to fidget as he started to wonder what was going on.

“I know, you’re confused.” She patted his head, and pulled about six feet of string off the roll, cutting it again with the scissors. One end went around the loop of string already around his neck, and she walked over to the dresser with the other end. She wrapped it around the leg, and tied it with a simple knot. “Don’t worry, I’ll explain.”

She dropped the string and scissors on the dresser, then went over to the closet and pulled out a pair of socks and boots. “Leashes are to teach restraint, so I’m going to teach you to restrain yourself.” She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the socks, then slid the boots over them and started cinching down the laces. “Your job is to not break the leash. Pretty sure you could, so you’re going to have to be careful.”

She knotted the boot laces, and then slid off the bed to sit on the floor with her legs stretched in front of her. “Whatever you can reach, you can lick.”

He looked at her boots, and then over his shoulder at the string running to the dresser. He slowly moved towards her, inching along as the slack came out of the string. As the string tightened he lowered his stomach to the floor and slid along, stopping when he felt it pull tight. Her boots were still a good foot away, and the string was pulled tight.

She raised an eyebrow, then laughed. “I wasn’t going to be that much a bitch.” She inched herself closer, watching the look of anticipation on his face, slowly bringing her boots closer until he took a deep breath and stuck his tongue out as far as it would reach. She dragged the toe of one boot along his tongue, slowly, sliding the leather across the pink flesh until the black gleamed.

She pulled that leg back, and he stuck his tongue back in his mouth to moisten it, then pushed it past his lips again as her other boot snaked forward. She dangled it just out of his reach for long seconds, then started to rub it across his tongue, back and forth in short strokes.

She sighed and leaned back, letting him reach more of the leather, to lick along the top and sides. He moved his head and ran his tongue eagerly along the leather, growling in frustration when the string pulled taught and wouldn’t let him reach any further. He forced himself not to jerk against it, not to break it and grab her boot with both hands and work his tongue over every square inch.

She switched feet, then dragged her boot back and forth, slowly letting him lick more than less, watching his tensed muscles as he fought to keep himself in place. She pointed her toes at the ceiling, only letting him touch the soles of the boot with the very tip of his tongue, watching him carefully move his head up and down, straining to get as close as possible to her without breaking the string.

She sighed and laid down on her back, half closing her eyes. “You do know how to make a gal feel appreciated, I’ll give you that.” She started to wriggle herself closer to him, her legs spread to either side of his body. She jerked when she felt his lips on her leg, gently kissing her skin. She relaxed and purred, the sensation of his lips moving up her body making it hard to move slowly.

Finally, his lips reached her inner thighs, and she forced herself to wait as he kissed and one leg then the other, her cunt just beyond his reach. He gently bit one thigh and she jumped, then laughed, and deliberately paused… then slowly slid a little closer.

Her ass clenched and her hips rolled as his tongue worked its way past her lips to her clit, and started to circle it. Electric jolts of pleasure spiked through her body as he flicked his tongue against her clit, pushed the very tip of his tongue against it, ran his tongue around and across it, pushing her towards an orgasm.

She slid her hips away, teasing both of them, letting the orgasm slip away, forcing his lips and his tongue back down her thighs, away from her cunt. He whimpered, then growled in frustration, kissing her thighs and working his tongue in small circles on her skin, trying to convince her to come closer.

She let him seduce her, let his tongue draw patterns on her skin until she found one she liked and slid her cunt towards him. Her hips rose up off the floor, pushing her clit against his lips as he ran his tongue up her slit again.

Her orgasm built again, and again she slid her hips away. His lips attacked her thigh as her cunt slid away, pulling her skin towards him, trying to drag her closer. She made herself wait, then slid her body towards him as slowly as she could.

The first faint flicks of his tongue against her skin made her moan. The tip of his tongue could barely reach her, and the sight of the string pulled tight made her moan again. She let him tantalize her with the tip of his tongue, then slid down a little further, let more of his tongue run across her clit, let him apply more pressure to her trembling flesh.

Her hips slid further down, and she let his mouth cover her cunt, burying his face in the space between her legs. Her thighs trembled and her hips rose off the ground again as he worked his tongue frantically, desperate to get her off before she moved away again. She grabbed his head with both hands, smashing his face against her body as the orgasm built and exploded inside of her.

He felt her legs wrap around his head, her thighs clench, and heard the sounds of her coming somewhere in front of him. He stopped, then kissed gently, trying to time his kisses with her moans and gasps. “Oh, okay.” She slid her hips away carefully, the nerve endings suddenly too sensitive to touch, and pushed herself to a sitting position.

She fanned herself with one hand, and gasped until her breathing slowed down. “Good boy.” She patted his head, and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them the string was still pulled tight but not broken, and he was smiling at her.

She smiled back, and licked her lips. “So, your throat was for swallowing piss, yes?”

Preview: It’s throat is for swallowing piss. SPOILER ALERT: This one will probably involve pee, probably won’t involve asparagus.

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The Extremely Popular Game of Manual Dexterity

She was grinning. It was the slightly goofy, slightly dorky grin she wore whenever she had already won something. When he was painted into a corner, or couldn’t escape.

Except the game hadn’t started yet.

He was pretty sure it hadn’t started yet, anyway.

He started to ask, but shrugged instead. She wouldn’t tell him until she was ready to, and he wouldn’t want to take away her enjoyment in watching him find out. He took a deep breath, and slowly slid one of the wooden pieces out of the tower.

As he slowly pulled it out, letters started to emerge. He narrowed his eyes. “30 minutes in the hood.” He coughed, his claustrophobia making his chest tighten a little at the thought of the cloth wrapping around his face, stealing his vision, pressing down against his skull.

“Thirty minutes in the hood?” He showed her the block and she grinned wider, then nodded. She jotted the phrase down on the notepad beside her, and waved for him to continue. She waited until he had carefully put the block down on top of the tower, then explained.

“Each block has something written on it. You pull them out until the tower falls, and then we see what you’ve won.” She arched an eyebrow at him and gave him an exaggerated, saucy wink.

He licked his lips. “So why wouldn’t I just knock the tower over right now?” He loved the kink, but games were serious things, and rules should be carefully crafted.

She shrugged. “You could do that. But there are rewards in there as well.”

He frowned skeptically.

She crossed her heart with one finger, and stuck it straight up in the air. “Cross my heart and hope to die, there are genuine rewards in there. Things you will enjoy, like getting a steak and a blowjob.”

“And you won’t…”

“Tie you up and eat the steak while I shove my dildo down your throat?” She laughed again, appreciating his caution, not impatient. Yet. “No, I’m flattered that you think I’m such a sadistic cunt, but I’ll play them straight. The good ones will be genuinely good. On the other hand, the bad ones will be genuinely bad.”

She leaned back in her chair. “Or you could just knock the tower over.”

He looked at the block, and tried to remember how many blocks he could usually pull out before it fell. His hand rubbed his mouth, and he tried to figure out where she would have put the blocks with rewards. “And you’re not going to take a turn?”

She shook her head. “Nope. It’s a one player game. For now.”

He rubbed his hands on his pants and steadied his breathing, then slowly reached out and grabbed ahold of one of the wooden blocks.

She was grinning again. It was the slightly goofy, slightly dorky grin she wore whenever she had already won something. When he was painted into a corner, or couldn’t escape.

Or didn’t want to escape.

Preview: It looks like Nauvaux is in for a spanking… but who knows, maybe some needle play will show up as well? Tune in Friday to find out. And maybe see more anachronistic phrases like “tune in.”

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