In Shawna's Closet

[eosuchus]

In Shawna’s Closet

Jim had been going out with Shawna for about a month when he realized she was serious when she told him she had another boyfriend.

Jim didn’t like this idea at all. He thought about breaking up with Shawna. But
Shawna was gorgeous, easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever gone to bed with. And in bed? Oh, my, Shawna was lions and tigresses, bears and pythonesses all rolled into one. She seemed to know everything about how a man like Jim ticked and she
liked to do things that no other girl he’d fucked had ever shown the slightest interest in.

Facesitting in particular, was a favorite of hers. And her ass? Oh, my God, what a
fabulous pair of buns she had. They were big, sure, but they were the perfect shape, round and high and with a little weight to the underside and so smooth and perfectly curved that Jim just wanted to kiss them and hold them and squeeze them and kiss them some more.

But then her tits were incredible too. She wasn’t one of those girls with just a good ass, or just good tits, she had both. And she liked to have him suck on her nipples and lick her breasts all over before he went down on her. She loved having his face in her pussy. She always insisted on a clitoral orgasm, or two, or three, or even more.

And she had this sexy little snarl that came out when she was riding on his cock, or
rubbing her ass on his face. It was such a turn on.

And then there was the way she talked when they were taking off each other’s clothes,
things like, “Okay, Jimmy boy, now you get to take my panties off, with your teeth!”
And he would get on his knees and carefully pull her purple panties, or her black satin thong, or her pink, sheer panties down with his teeth to reveal that pair of heavenly
buttocks, pink, firm and destined to settle soon right on his face.

Putting it all together made it really hard to give her up. He was more into Shawna than he’d ever been into any girl before. The thought of breaking it off and doing without her was just about physically painful.

But he really didn’t like the idea of sharing her with some other guy. He’d never done that before. What kind of man would put up with that?

Still, he was there on Friday when Shawna came sauntering into their regular meeting place.

“How’s my JImmy boy?” she murmured in his ear as they hugged and kissed. He felt her hand stray into his crotch. Sure enough he was already hard.
“You missed me since Tuesday, huh?” she giggled. He bought her a drink, a Coconut Cosmo, her favorite.

They’d planned on going to see a gig at the club, but Shawna had a better idea.
“You know what? I’m so horny I think I just want to drag you back to my place and
fuck your filthy brains out.”

There you were. What could a redblooded guy like Jimmy say to that?
Except, well, yessssss.

About two and a half hours later, after doing just about everything imaginable and shooting his wad three times and bringing Shawna to orgasm about seven times, Jimmy woke up. She was sleeping lightly next to him on her Queen size bed. She had a two bedroom apartment, this room was the one they used the most. It was done in white and pink, her favorite colors. Jim needed to pee, so he carefully pulled himself out of the crib, got to his feet and headed down the hall. After relieving himself he stood in the living room for moment or two. Their clothes were scattered all over the place. Man, that’d been a wild few minutes! Two glasses of white wine, half drunk, sat on the coffee table. He remembered her pulling his jeans off and holding him by the balls. Then she’d started blowing him, man was she good at that! But she never let him come that way.
“You keep it for later, I want you good and hard for fucking,” she growled in his ear when he begged her to finish him off with her fantastic tongue and lips.
He recalled her kneeling on the couch while he pulled off her panties and then rimmed her ass. He’d never known a girl who was so into having her ass kissed and licked as Shawna. It excited him to do it, especially on her.
Suddenly he heard a funny noise. Something like a groan, or a door closing.
He turned around, was there someone in the apartment? Had someone broken in while he and Shawna had been busy fucking each other silly?

There it was again, a soft sound, like something swinging in the wind. Was there a window open? Jimmy moved carefuly through the apartment. The second bedroom was where Shawna cut fabrics and sewed dresses. She was a fashion designer, working currently for Kurante, making a line of “ass tight jeans” as she called them.
“I want women to show their asses off, to make men hungry for ass.”

That was Shawna. She knew what she wanted.

The windows were shut. The room contained nothing but fabrics, the table, the bookshelf full of books and equipment. He went back to the living room, then checked the kitchen.

No windows were open anywhere.

He noticed the closet in the corner of the living room. The door was slatted. He assumed that meant it was designed to let air in. Was that the source of the sound. Moving as quietly as possible he tiptoed over and crouched down. There it was again, a soft sound, almost a sob. He got up and went back to the couch and turned on a light. Then he pulled open the closet door.

He couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing at first. The angles were wrong. On the wall of the closet was a rack holding stuff, there were chains, hand cuffs, a couple of leather riding crops.

And crouched down on the floor, bent backwards in what seemed a vaguely incredible positiion, was a naked guy.

Jim felt himself jump back a foot or two, quite involuntarily. It was like stumbling on a snake in the woods, pure instinct got him moving.

What the hell was going on here?

He looked again. The guy was on his knees, but bent over backwards with his head pulled right down behind him. Jim saw white clothesline here, there, everywhere. The guy was trussed up tighter than a turkey at Thanksgiving. His arms were tied behind his back, and his head was held back in that seemingly impossible position by a strap that went around the top of his head and then connected by a chain to another chain that ran between his ankles.

More details came into focus. Jim shivered as they registered on his brain.
There was a huge, pale green dildo sticking out of the guy’s mouth. It was held in place by a complicated mask with straps that fastened behind his head. The guy’s eyes were open, staring up, filled with something like panic.

“Jesus H Christ,” muttered Jim.

The guy’s arms, chest, legs, everything, were completely coverered in red lines, welts, bruises, sores. He had bandages in a dozen places.

“God almighty, what is going on here?”

And then he jumped again as Shawna spoke, right behind him.

“Oh, I see you’ve met. Jimmy this is Dave. Dave, meet Jimmy.”

Jim spun around. Shawna had slipped into the room. She had her jeans back on, and a bra holding her fabulous breasts in check. She flicked her long blonde hair behind her and took a sip from her wine glass.

“What? What is this?” Jim managed to sound shocked and angry.

Shawna looked at him coolly. “What the fuck do you think it is?” she snapped. “Dave is my slave. He’s being trained for ass service in a chair.”

Slave? Ass service?
Jim looked back to the poor guy in the closet.
“He’s, like, all covered in welts.”
“Well, of course he is. I whip him every day. I whip him really hard. It’s great exercise.”
“Exercise?” Jim was at a loss for words.
“Look, Jimmy, don’t worry about Dave. He’s a happy slave. He gets my ass on his face every night. It’s what he wants. And once in a while I make him come too.”

“Christ! How long’s he been in there?”

“Oh, since about five. I put him in there before I came out to meet you.”

Jim looked at his watch. It was almost ten. Dave had been in this excrutiating position for five hours.

“What’s that thing sticking out of his mouth?”

“Don’t be dense. It’s a dildo. A green Plezzurizer, if you really want to know. Costs
sixty bucks and it’s got genuine penis feel.”

“What?”

“It’s covered in a material that feels like skin. So it’s more like a penis than just a shaft made out of plastic. Okay?”

Jim felt his eyes bulging out of his head as he took in the view of the Plezzurizer. Penis feel? There was drool and spit running down the poor guy’s neck, dripping off his ears.

“He’s like, drooling.”

“Of course he is. He’s imagining me with that thing in my pussy, riding up and down on top of him. Go take a look. He’s got an erection right now, guaranteed. Don’t you, slave?”

Dave’s eyes blinked. Jim took a couple of steps over so he could check out Dave’s
privates. They guy did indeed have an erection. But he didn’t have any pubic hair.

“He’s shaved?”

Shawna laughed. “No, he’s plucked. Tweezered and waxed. He’s completely nude. I don’t allow a slave to keep pubic hair. “

The way she said this sent another shiver through Jim. “He’s not your first?”

“Fuck no. I’ve had a lotta slaves, Jimmy boy. It’s just the way I am. They start out standing, but in the end I get them on their knees.”

On their knees didn’t seem to adequately describe poor Dave’s situation. Yes, he was kneeling, but he was in so much bondage he was a human pretzel. And that saliva dripping down the back of his head and neck, and the huge green Plezzurizer, thrust up in the air like that, waiting for Shawna’s hot pussy to ride, christ, it was all kind of terrifying.
And the worst thing of all was that Jim had a hard on. He really didn’t want Shawna to see it, but for some reason the sight of this poor bastard, trussed up and waiting to be abused some more, was a turn on.
Fucking hell! What was going on here?
Shawna slipped past him. “Okay, slave, that’s enough. Later I’ll give you a really hard whipping because you made noise and let Jimmy see you. But after that, well, you’ll get plenty of ass, my ass, right where you like it, hmmmm?” Shawna bent down for a moment so that her boobs bounced around her slave’s face while one hnd played with his cock. Jim saw the guy’s body shudder and shake, while gurgling noises emerged from his throat.
“I know,” said Shawna in mock sympathy. “It is hard to be my slave, but you
know what a privilege it is too, don’t you?”
She stood up and shut the closet door.
“Come on, Jimmy, let’s fuck some more.”
She turned around and before he could think of what to do she was next to him and her hand,--- well of course she was holding him by his throbbing cock.
Her other hand was pulling his head down to her lips. They kissed, she had him by the balls and they both knew it.
“Mmmmmm, you’re good, Jimmy boy, but I think you got excited there, seeing
my slave like that.”
Jim’s mouth had gone dry. Shawna had a way of working your balls and cock that was just incredibly exciting. He’d never had a woman with half her sexual skill before.
“Shawna, I, I don’t know, I can’t think.”
“I know, Jimmy, you’re too excited. So let’s go fuck.”
She lead him back to the bedroom by his cock, and he followed with his thoughts in a whirl.
Back in the bed, Shawna lying on top of him, kissing, writhing against him, he spoke up suddenly.
“That guy, does he, like, stay in there all the time?”
“Of course not, silly. He’s a top ranked Securities Trader. He makes high six figures, works on the 39th floor of some tower. He just spends as many nights as he can here, that’s all.”
“He’s been here before, when, uh, we....”
“This stuff does excite you, eh?” Her hand was on his shaft again, feeling exactly how hard he was. Shawna knew cock, she knew it extremely well and could tell within a micron’s worth of pressure just how excited a man was in her presence.
“No, course not, it’s just that,”
She giggled at his pathetic lies, “Unh, huh, doesn’t excite you.” Her fingertips nipped the head of his penis. “As for your question. Yes, probably. He’s here a lot. It’s what he gets for being my slave. And, I should add, my number one investor. He’s been really good about helping me start up my business.”
Jim blinked as these other dimensions of the situation were revealed.
“He lends you money?”
“That’s what investors do, Jimmy.”
“And you treat him like that?”
“Yeah, weird, huh? Not many girls get to whip their banker’s ass, but I do.”
And then Shawna was putting her pussy on his face and he was licking and sucking on her clitoris and she was getting very excited again. Soon she had his cock buried deep inside her and she was riding him once more, holding on by a handful of his chest hair, gripping it like it was the pommel on her saddle. Jim looked up and saw those fabulous tits bouncing and swaying and her long blonde hair flying out around her head as she bucked and shook, wiggled and slid up and down on his shaft.
She was too much for him. He knew this was getting dangerous. Shawna was not only the sexiest woman he’d ever slept with, she’d gotten right inside his head. He was addicted to her. When he was at work or at his own place, he kept thinking of being with her. It was getting to be all he wanted out of life. He’d never let himself get into this kind of situation before with any girl. But, Shawna was different, somehow.
They start out standing..... was what she’d said. Jim didn’t make six figures, and he still had his pubic hair. But he was thinking thoughts that worried him. He was imagining what it would be like to be Shawna’s slave. What went through your mind when you were left in that closet, all tied up for hours and hours? Could you think of anything other than Shawna’s fantastic ass? Her tits? Her lips? Her pussy?
Shawna had had enough cock for now. She pulled free, then swung her leg over him to straddle him backwards. He saw her looking down over her shoulder, her blue eyes studying him through a fringe of golden hair.
“Ass time, Jimmyboy. Your face, my ass, doesn’t that sound good?”
Her ass, her gorgeous, fantastic ass was lifted up, he saw those smooth curves rising over him, and then it was coming down and everything was dark and
heavy and he was being ridden again, though this time it was his tongue that was
stuck way up inside her and she was holding onto his cock as the pommel on her saddle.
It was too much, too incredible, he couldn’t say no to this, but Jimmy was
aware now of where it was all going to lead. He could already imagine himself tied up in the closet, right next to poor Dave. There was room, after all for more than one slave in Shawna’s closet.

copyright Permian Systems 2006.

[humiliation boy]

Nice. :bandit:

[nylonslave]

nice story

[slave_ben]

fantastic - i love twisted women who sit on faces

[fflover]

wow this was a great story