From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Sofa (MF, femdom)
Date: 14 Jul 1996 16:49:19 GMT

			       The Sofa
				  by
			       Unicorn

	He sat over in the corner all night, just watching me. I was
determined not to let our earlier argument ruin my evening, so I went
on talking with Carole and Bill. It was getting near midnight and I
knew he'd want to be going soon, so I waited for the normal "I'm
tired, Honey, it's been a long day," which always came on a Friday
night out. Not that it bothered me, as I was fairly tired myself. His
light conversation with Carl and Lisa had quieted some, and before
long, he walked over to me and said the words that I was to take the
cue from.

	We said our goodbyes and thanked Carole for a fantastic
dinner. He held me a little tighter than normal as we walked down the
sidewalk towards our house. It was a beautiful evening, the stars
shone through the light cloud cover, the moon was full and in spite of
my earlier anger at him, I was beginning to feel a bit amorous. He
stopped me underneath a porch light and kissed me, "I'm sorry about
earlier," he said, as his lips reached mine.

	"It's all right, I was being fairly stubborn," I answered,
hugging him tighter, "We really don't need to replace the sofa that
bad, I just thought it would be nice."

	"It would, but I think we should wait."

	"Yes, you're right, as always" I answered as we began to walk
again. The three blocks back to our house seemed like a rather long
walk as tired as I was, but being dressed casually, it wasn't too bad.

	"You know," he started, "You've been on this for over a week,
and I really wish you'd drop it."

	"But I have dear." I was getting frustrated again, and I know
my annoying tone was bothering him, but I couldn't seem to help
myself. That and my conflicting horniness was driving me crazy.

	We walked up to the porch and he unlocked the door. I went on
upstairs while he walked into the kitchen to fix himself a glass of
tea.

	As I undressed and got into bed, I heard the familiar
footsteps coming up the steps. The light switch turning the hall light
off, and his shadow walking into the room. He sat his half empty glass
of tea on the nightstand as he undressed. I lay there watching, the
muscles on his chest and arms stood out in the shadow of the
moonlight.

	He reached over to his dresser drawer and pulled something out
to lay on his nightstand, it looked like a t-shirt, but I couldn't be
sure. I felt the aching rise between my legs, as I watched him pull
off his jeans and get into bed. He leaned over to me and said
goodnight with a little kiss to my cheek. My breasts were now aching
for his touch, and I was well aware he knew of my state. He was toying
with me so I figured I would toy right back.

	"Honey," I said, still trying to bury my feelings, "I guess
you want to go to sleep?" I knew I wasn't hiding them too well, as I
saw the tracings of a smile on his face.

	"Yup, night-night."

	"Matt! Don't toy with me, please, not now." I was starting to
whine, the aching in my pussy was getting to me.

	"I'm not toying, it's time to go to sleep," he said with a
laugh.

	"Bullshit!" I answered as I rolled myself over on top of him.
His cock was already beginning to get hard, and it felt wonderful
against my thighs. "I'm not going to sleep until I have what I want!"
and I kissed him, deeply, my tongue finding his. I felt his hands
reach up around my ass pushing me into to him. I pulled away, still
playing with him and reached over on his nightstand. "What are these?"
I said, and then I recognized the four bandanas that he had pulled
out. "Oh, we were going to play were we?" I questioned in a stern
voice.

	"Uhm, yeah... I was thinking about it," he answered
sheepishly.

	"Well, we'll see just who is going to play!" I reached around
and pulled his hands from me. I knew damn well he was letting me, at
my height and weight, I'd be lucky to win a wrestling match with a
poodle. I tied each of his hands to a bedpost as he nipped at my
breasts with his teeth.

	As I worked my way down his body, I licked the skin around his
balls. I managed to get his ankles tied to the lower bedposts and then
got out of bed and walked to the hallway.

	"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice was breaking a bit,
I knew he always enjoyed playing this game, but I'd never walked out
of the room before.

	"I'll be right back dear," I said in a very sugary voice. I
reached into the hall closet where I had some candles. I pulled out a
bottle of lotion, the feather duster, and the candles and walked into
the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. The thought of him hearing me and
not knowing what I was doing was exciting me beyond belief.

	Once back into the bedroom, I hid the items behind me, I knew
he could see very well in the dark, and with the moonlight shining
through the curtains, I was sure he'd have seen what I was carrying. I
sat the things down on my side of the bed and went over to his
dresser. Pulling out another bandana, I walked back over to the bed.

	"I'm going to tie this across your eyes so that I can have a
little fun with you," I said. Being tied down, he couldn't resist very
well at all. If anything, I could tie a good knot, so I knew he
wouldn't wriggle free and fight me.

	"Oh, shit," was all he could say.

	I tied the bandana around his head noticing the smile on his
face. As many times as we'd played this game, we'd never done so
blindfolded.

	After making sure that his eyes were completely covered, I
stood up and walked around to my side of the bed. Picking up the
things from the floor, I set them on my nightstand. I plucked a
feather from the feather duster and laid back down on the bed. Very
lightly I touched his forehead, then down his nose, around his mouth
and down under his chin.

	"What the hell... "

	"HUSH! You will not speak!" I said firmly. I was really going
to enjoy this! "You may moan and groan all you want, but you will not
say a word!"

	The feather found its way down the nape of his neck, to his
chest. I fluttered it lightly over his nipples as he strained his back
pulling away from it. He hated to be tickled, yet the response from
his cock betrayed him. Taking my time, I went further down on his
body, lightly over his stomach, he pulled his muscles taut as I played
with him.

	Working my way down to his now throbbing cock, I tickled
underneath the head to the shaft and down to his balls. The moaning I
heard only reinforced my desire to have him inside of me, but I also
realized I had much more than a feather to play with this night. I
slid the feather first down his left thigh, then down the right, all
the way to the bottom of his feet.

	After I teased his cock with the feather a little longer I
asked if he had had enough. A deep moan was his reply.

	I reached over to my nightstand. Laying the feather down, I
picked up the lotion and squirted a little on the palm of my hand.
Slowly I began rubbing it on his chest in circular motion, around his
hard nipples teasing them slightly between my index finger and thumb
as I rubbed. Across his stomach my hand swept with the lotion, until
he was well covered.

	Careful not to get any on his cock and balls, I just watched
as his cock bounced against him. The tip moistened by a drop of precum
gave me the chance to reach down with the tip of my tongue and lick it
off. I reached back over to the nightstand and wiped the residual
lotion from my hand with the wet washrag. Getting out of the bed, I
picked up my cigarette lighter and the candle and walked around to his
side.

	Taking a piece of ice from his glass of tea in one hand and
lit the candle with the other. Leaning over him, I gradually allowed
drips of the ice and the candle wax to spot his chest. The look on his
face was one of pain and pleasure.

	His moaning was even deeper as I lowered the dripping towards
his cock. The precum leaked out onto his belly now, he was very
excited by this series of events and I was not about to stop! I knew
he wanted to speak to me, and I asked him to give me only a yes or no
answer to my question, "Are you enjoying this?"

	"Yes!" Was his quick reply as I continued to alternate the ice
and wax over him. I covered his nipples completely with the wax,
knowing that it was probably somewhat painful, but the look on his
face as well as his still throbbing and dripping cock was enough to
reinforce my decision to do so.

	The ice was melting much too quickly, so with a nickel sized
chip left, I blew out the candle, laying it at the side of the bed,
and put the ice in my mouth. I bent down over his cock and took it
hungrily into my mouth. My own juices were already beginning to work
their way down my inner thigh and I knew I would have to have him
soon.

	His moans grew wild as he pushed himself up into my mouth.
Moving the ice around my mouth and working my tongue over him, the
mixture of his precum and the ice were a wonderful sensation to me, I
was sure it was feeling damn good for him as well. I lingered only for
a few minutes then got out of the bed on my side again and retrieved
the washcloth. His moans of disappointment were met by my reply of
"Shhhhh, this is not the end of this evening my love."

	I wiped his chest and stomach with the washcloth, teasing his
nipples lightly with my fingers as I removed the wax and lotion from
his body.

	"I'm going to be real nice now on one condition," I said to
him, "I will take off the restraints and the blindfold if you promise
to not move or fight me."

	"Yes," he answered quietly.

	I went to the bottom of the bed and untied his ankles first,
then straddling him I lifted my body above his to remove the ties to
his wrists. With my pussy in front of his face his tongue reached out
to taste the scent that he could smell very well. I lowered my pussy
to his warm tongue and allowed him to lick the juices from me. I had
never remembered being as hot as I was right now, wanting to cum right
then and there.

	I leaned my weight against the headboard and rocked my hips
gently over his mouth. His tongue was like fire on my already hot
clit. I could feel the orgasm forming inside me and began to moan, I
moved faster feeling his tongue working my clit, taking it into his
mouth, the soft biting with his lips as my orgasm worked its way
through my body. I came harder than I ever thought possible, my body
racked with pleasurable convulsions. His tongue worked its way from my
clit downwards to drink of my juices that flowed effortlessly down his
chin.

	As I managed to regain my composure, I slid my body down his,
removing the blindfold and letting him see the smile of contentment
that spread across my face. He too, was smiling, his lips and chin
covered with the slickness of my cum, I lowered my body more until my
face was just above his and licked my juices from his mouth.

	Kissing him, I lowered my still pulsating pussy onto his cock.
His deep moans ceased our kissing and as I pulled myself up on my
forearms, I began to move my hips back and forth. The slickness of my
pussy over his cock was incredible and I gave into the feelings. My
body once again began trembling, the muscles in my pussy tightening
around his hardness, the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of me
was immense and I gave way to the orgasm that grew within me. He as
well was feeling this incredible build up and began a soft moaning
along with me.

	His moans grew louder until he pushed his cock deeper inside
of me, thrusting as hard as he could. I could feel myself getting
wetter as our juices mixed and we were both spent. I collapsed on top
of him, our breathing labored. Quiet for a few moments as we held each
other close, I was the first to speak.

	"I love you Matt."

	"I love you too, Chelsea."

	"I'm tired as hell, I think we're gonna have to sleep on the
sofa tonight," I said laughingly.

	"About that sofa... "