I stood in the kitchen adjusting the red curly wig as I listened to my Raj workout in his garage/gym/man cave. The dress was a little too short for me, but that just put more leg and butt on display, and besides, only two people were only ever going to see it. The tacky flat dress shoes pinched my toes, but, like the dress, I didn't expect to have them on for long. I peaked the doorway and what I saw set my princess parts aflutter. My powerful Raj lay back on his bench casually lifting his barbells. Each time he brought the weight down, he gently exhaled, and I felt myself grow moist as I watched.
I picked up the iced glass of lemonade from the counter and approached the door. "Raj?"
"Yes, my sweet?" He lilted as he sat up. His eyebrows peaked when he saw what I was wearing and he mouth pursed as he took the glass from me. His wide spread legs glistened like bronze, his T-shirt clung to him, and I spent a moment enjoying the musk steaming off of him. He grabbed my dress's hem between his fingers and rolled the fabric between his fingers. "This is new?"
"Yes, but inexpensive," I assured him. "It was a clearance item."
"Attention." One word and I my legs clapped together and my hands opened as if I was welcoming someone. My Raj looked up at me through his brows, his lips still pursed, and I realized I couldn't tell if he was happy or annoyed. Money has been tight the last few weeks and the outfit was a silly expense. He rose, and leaned forward until his shoulder and neck were next to my mouth, I bit my lip to keep my tongue from lapping up his sweat as he picked up the towel behind me. Patting himself dry, my Raj began cleaning up and storing his weights. I think I contained the gasp as he reached onto a shelf picking up a small toolbox and his shirttail perked up revealing the small of his back. Why is he so infuriating and beautiful? My eyes tracked my Raj as he continued back and forth. He finally seized a broom and gave the floor a quick going over. If I'd been free to move around I could have been flashing my too tight underoos in his face and I could have sat on one of his tree trunk thighs and ground against him while I bit and kissed his neck. Picking up the toolbox, he stood before me, towering and somehow bigger than he'd been minutes ago. "This is a rag unworthy of you."
I bit my lip as he opened the box and pulled out a pair of heavy shears. He pulled the hem down tight and ran the blades through the cheap material and left my dress hanging open. "Are we-?
His thick finger touched my lips silencing me. He lifted the dress from my shoulders and it puddled around my feet. I stood there in my panties, ankle socks, and flats biting my tongue as he returned the toolbox to its shelf. "Inspection stance and put your hands on the bench." Surprised at the command, I jumped quickly and leaned forward, spreading my legs and keeping my back straight. My Raj stripped off his shirt, tossed it across my back, and I felt my traitorous mouth actually water at the sight of him as he circled behind me and rested a hand on my ass. I trembled as he stroked me. If he couldn't see I was wet, I knew he could smell it: With my head down, I could smell my princess parts percolating with need. His hand vanished and I felt my ass clench to receive him, instead a single finger came to rest on my butt. "You wasted money on a cheap toy." A second finger joined the first. "You hid that you wasted money on a cheap toy." His ring finger joined the other two. "You hoped to buy my acquiescence with sex." Each a declarative statement. No questions. No room to argue. I sighed gently and let my hidden face slip into a pout. Punishment. His hands vanished and I waited to watch him walk into the house for a shower, leaving me to play hamper as my underoos dried and the shoes squeezed my toes until his return. "You know better than that, Annie."
My eyes popped out of my skull as my Raj called me by my scene name and he brought his hand full force against my ass. Gripping the bench, my eyes watered as my ass began to glow under my Raj's dutiful hand. Switching from one cheek to the other, my Raj made sure I was aware of my failure as he kept repeating "You know better than that, Annie" with each strike. My Raj walked in front of me, straddling the bench and pulled his scepter from his gym shorts. Thick and purple, dense pubic hair matted with sweat, he brought it forward and stopped just short of my lips. "Will you make your Raj happy, Annie?"
I took the full length of him, savoring my Raj's tang: his sweat, his precum, is a single swoop. My reflex fought me for a moment, but after a moment I was rocking back and forth, fucking my face into his scepter. He sat on the bench, forcing my head down further, and watched his Annie make her Raj happy. "Those shoes look too small, Annie. Do they hurt your feet?" I nodded on a backstroke and gratefully prepared to slip the damned things off. "I like them, keep them on for your Raj." I groaned as I accepted his terms.
He held of my head to keep me in place, as he stepped off the weight bench, and began circling me, I let go of the bench and seized his wrists as we continued to pivot. Once we'd reversed positions he released my head and had me sit. He took the wig off me with an annoyed grunt before he lay me back, plucking up a pair of fingerless weight lifting gloves, he slipped the leather garments neatly onto my hands and wrapped the Velcro strap around the bench's uprights, securing me in place. He stepped over to his heavy bag and came back with two rolls of self-sticking bandages. In a few moments my ankles were bound to the barbell by lengths of festively colored tape and my ass dangled in the air. Between the gloves, the 150 pounds on the uprights, and the two inch bolts securing the bench to the floor, I was neatly trapped. I also noticed for the first time, dangling from his crossed arms as he inspected his work, was the two-inch wide leather strap. It was a favorite of ours. Black, thick, and gleaming, it was the picture definition of the word "belt". My Raj looked down at me, between my widespread legs, and smiled gently as he brought the strap down on my cotton covered and drenched princess parts. Subtle little strikes letting me feel the heaviness and the solid thereness of the strap. Each a bee string that moved in a cruel circle around my drenched and hungry princess parts.
My Raj draped the belt over my stomach, and again the monster tormented me, as he bent down, his sweet bearded mouth inches from me and picked up his shirt, which joined the belt in short order. He stood back, his scepter full, his chest gently rolling as he breathed. "Tell your Raj what you need, Annie." He commanded.
I hesitated like a nervous virgin, in awe of his commanding presence. His eyes so dark they devoured light, his skin like well aged oak, his scepter ready to punish or praise me. "Kiss my princess parts, my Raj, please kiss them. They're so sore and wet, Please kiss them and make them better."
Without a word, my mighty Raj stepped forward, seized the gusset of my underoos, stretched them between his hands and shredded the material exposing my smooth princess parts to his gaze. He gently cupped and massaged them and took them into his mouth as I moaned and nearly climaxed. His beard tickled me as his tongue delved into me. One of his thick fingers slipped into me as he took my clit between my lips and mercilessly suckled on it. I rocked my hips upwards desperate for his kiss as he alternated between licking and sucking. I almost screamed when a second and then a third finger opened me up, his rough fingers pistoning into me, as he balanced me on a tightrope between Heaven and Hell. He lifted his face and looked at my heaving, screaming, needing, demanding body. As the monster he'd created with a kiss who wanted nothing more right now than to die pinned by his cock and drowned in his cum.
"Please, my Raj," He took his scepter by the handle and guided it into me. I gasped as the head slid into me, and groaned in ecstasy as the shaft continued stretching me until his balls rested against me. He began rolling his hips, driving his might into me, as his hands, the angel and the saint, alternated stroking my clit or slapping my hips and ass. I watched my Raj take and own me and felt my own climax bubbling to the surface. I felt my body trying to contort away from the bonds, from the too tight shoes, from the bolted steel backed bench, and onto my Raj's scepter. I wanted to be like this forever. I wanted to feel his strong hands stroke and strike me. I wanted to be serve at his command, at his feet, and to live for his occasional smiles. I actually lifted my ass higher and ground against his scepter. "Raj..." I hissed. My Raj took my princess parts and aimed it at my breasts and face, and I screamed as I blasted hot cum onto myself as Raj grunted, dug his fingers into my skin and came into me. He ground against me watching as I panted like a animal. "Thank you, my Raj," I whispered as he slipped out of me and swiftly began releasing my bonds.
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