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Mielenkiintoiselta vaikuttava tarina mutta ihan kaikkea ei ymmärrä. :-(

Joku voisi kääntää Suomeksi.. ;-)

My girlfriend Susan and I have a fairly ordinary life. We have been living together for about five years. I am a computer programmer working for a large company. Susan is a sales associate for a large downtown department store. Except for around Christmas, neither of our jobs is particularly stressful. Since her job is downtown, Susan takes the bus to work, while I drive to work. One day a week, Susan works until the store closes. But for the rest of her work week, Susan works until six p.m. So, most evenings I pick up Susan from work on the way home from my work, and we ride home together. Usually
we just talk on the way home. Susan will talk about how her day went, or complain about particularly bad customers, or gloat over an
unusually good sales day. Susan usually enjoys her job.

But about once a month, when Susan has a really bad day at work, we play the "game". I'm really not sure how the "game" developed. I guess it started after Susan and I had been living together for about three months. I started hinting around that I would like to spice up our bedroom sex life. At my urging, we tried a few bondage games.
Susan enjoyed being tied up and teased. Her favorite game was for me to tie her spread eagle to the bed. I would then suck slowly on her
nipples, and drive her wild with desire. I would play with her pussy, but I would masturbate her as slowly as I could. I would continue to suck on her nipples. Susan could stand to be teased like this for about fifteen minutes, and then would want me to quit teasing and beg me to let her have an orgasm. I would tease her for about five more
minutes, and then I would let her have her first orgasm. It was usually a very physical orgasm, with Susan bucking as hard as she could. Usually about three more smaller orgasms would follow as I
continued to slowly masturbate her.

I wanted Susan to tie me up and tease me in the same way, but it wasn't fun for her. She enjoyed masturbating me while she lay beside me, so I could suck on her nipples while she played with me. Susan's nipples were really sensitive, and she sometimes had orgasms while she was playing with me from my sucking on her nipples. Susan knew that I wanted to be tied up, so we tried different bondage games, looking for one she could enjoy.

One day, I picked Susan up from work and she was in a foul mood. She had a really bad day at work. I didn't know what had happened at work, because Susan really didn't want to talk about it. We drove home in silence, and as soon as we got home, Susan headed for the recliner and just sank into it. I knew she was in a bad mood, so I left her there while I got dinner ready and started the laundry. When dinner was ready Susan was still in the recliner, so I brought her dinner to her. By this time, she was starting to feel a little better and we could talk. Susan talked and talked about how bad her day had been, and how unfair two of her customers had been to her. I sat and
listened to her, and as time passed, Susan calmed down.

Susan mentioned that although she was in a really ugly mood when she got home, relaxing in the recliner and talking had helped to calm her
down. She also mentioned that when she saw me bringing her dinner, and thought about my serving her, her pussy started to tingle. Well, this was all the encouragement that I needed! I continued to spend the rest of the evening waiting on and serving Susan while she stayed in the recliner. By the end of the evening, Susan was in a horny
mood, and I followed her to the bedroom for some wonderful sex.

On several occasions afterwards, after I brought Susan home from work, she would head for the recliner. Sometimes, she would remove her
clothes as soon as she entered the door, and relax in the recliner naked. The first time she did this, I was rather surprised. Susan explained that her clothes had felt uncomfortable after working all day, and she just wanted to be free of her bra and pantyhose. I picked up her clothes and put them away in the bedroom. I returned to
the living room to attend to Susan and to serve her. This service almost never failed to arouse and excite Susan, and unless she was very tired from work, the evening of service would end in the bedroom with wonderful sex. From these beginnings, the "game" developed.

About once a month, when I pick up Susan from work, she starts the "game". Susan always chooses when she wants to play the "game". When Susan gets in the car, and she wants to play the "game", she lights a cigarette, and starts smoking. Since Susan doesn't smoke, the cigarette is my signal that the "game" is starting. I no longer speak
to Susan, and Susan does not speak to me. We ride home in silence. When we arrive home, I hurry to the other side of the car, and open the car door for her. She leaves everything she was carrying, except her purse, in the car. As she walks to the house, I hurry to open the front door for her. As she goes inside, I return to the car to get
everything she left in the car. My cock is usually rock hard by this time. When I return to the house, Susan is laying in the recliner,
naked. Her clothes are in a pile in the living room. She may or may not still be smoking. I put everything from the car away, pick up her clothes from the living room, and put her clothes away. Before I return to the living room, I must put on the "uniform" Susan picked out for me. I remove all of my clothes, and get out the special clothes that she bought me for the "game".

First, I put on my bra. My chest measures 42", so Susan bought me a 40D black bra. The straps are adjusted so they pinch my shoulders, under my arms, and my back. The D cup allows plenty of room for clothespins to be attached to my nipples, should Susan decide that I need further punishment. I then put on black control top pantyhose. The pantyhose keeps my cock pressed tight against my body, and I feel some pain in my cock every time I get the least bit hard. The control top pantyhose really pull in my stomach, and I feel them all evening. I put on a simple black dress, and then put on a pair of 6" high
heels. I am already 6' tall, so 6" heels make me even taller. I have to bend at the waist to perform any task or to serve Susan. Susan
likes to tell me, "I have to wear these clothes all day! You wear them for a while to see what it feels like!", while I am serving her. She is right. I feel the bra and pantyhose pinching me every time I move or bend. I am now in my "uniform", and return to the living room to serve Susan.

Generally, at first, I stand in the living room by the recliner, waiting to respond to Susan's needs. Sometimes, Susan just wants to sit for a while, so she will send me off to do the laundry. It is
very hard for me to take clothes out of the dryer with those heels on! Once Susan has had a chance to relax a little, she might amuse herself by toying with me. If she decides to watch TV, she will have me stand there and change the channels for her. She might send me into the kitchen several times in a row to get her a drink or a snack, just to watch me walk in and out of the living room in heels. If she thinks I have been a bad servant, she will watch while I attach
clothespins to my nipples. I must wear the clothespins until Susan tells me I can remove them. Sometimes, she will have me stand in
front of her and hold my hands behind my back, and watch her while she smokes. Susan knows that I get rock hard at the sight of any naked woman smoking, and honestly, I get especially aroused watching Susan smoke naked. I think she enjoys watching me standing there, in pain, trying to keep from getting so hard watching her.

I continue to serve Susan's needs throughout the evening. If we play the "game" on a week night, the "game" is over when Susan decides it's time to go to bed. I follow her upstairs to the bedroom, and she lays in bed watching me remove my "uniform". Then we go to sleep. I am not allowed sex that night, or to masturbate until the next morning. But if it's a Friday or a Saturday night, Susan sends me upstairs to the bedroom to prepare myself for my last bondage treat! Susan gets
one of the handcuff keys from the freezer. I have three handcuff keys, tied to a fishing line, each frozen in the center of a milk container. One is in a pint container, one is in a quart container,
and one is in a half gallon container. I cut the top off each container, tied a piece of fishing line to the handcuff key, and wrapped the line around a dowel to make sure that the key was
suspended near the center of the container. I then fill the container with water, and put them in the freezer. Once the keys freeze, I remove the dowel from the top of the container. I use these key containers to stay handcuffed for a period of time. Once Susan attaches the other end of the line to my handcuffs, I must wait for
the ice to melt before I can get the handcuff key, and release myself. It takes about two hours for the ice to melt in the pint container, about four hours for the ice to melt in the quart container, and about eight hours for the ice to melt in the half gallon container, before I can get the handcuff key.

I go to the bedroom and get out a pair of handcuffs and some rope. There is a 4" by 4" beam in the bedroom, rising from the floor to the
ceiling, near the foot of the bed. I am still wearing my "uniform". If I feel like I deserve it, I will first attach clothespins to my nipples. The bra I am wearing holds the clothespins out very nicely. I tie my ankles together with the rope, and then tie my ankles around the beam. I attach the handcuff to my left wrist, being careful to put it on with the lock facing my hand. I put my hands behind my back and around the beam, and try to handcuff my wrists together. Sometimes
this is rather difficult to do. Usually, I am bound when Susan enters the bedroom, but if I am not, she will finish handcuffing me. Susan
prefers to have me bind myself however, so that when she enters the bedroom, she can continue teasing me. I close my eyes and wait for
Susan to enter the room. While my eyes are closed, Susan puts down the handcuff key container behind the beam, and ties the line to the
handcuffs. Susan prefers that I don't know which key container she brought. That way, I am never really sure how long I will be bound before the ice melts, and I can get the key and release myself from my bondage. Then when Susan is ready, she tells me to open my eyes. Usually , Susan is sitting on the foot of the bed, with her legs open, and fondling her breasts and pussy with her hands. Sometimes, she will bring a cigarette with her and smoke while she fondles her breasts. Susan knows that this drives me wild with desire. Then, she lays down on the bed, and depending on her mood, will do different things. Susan might read for a while, with me just watching her naked
body, until she falls asleep. Sometimes, Susan will get a vibrator out and play with herself, having orgasm after orgasm, until she falls
asleep from exhaustion. The room fills with her scent, and it torments me to be bound when she does this. Susan tries to fall asleep on top of the bed covers, because she knows that I am tied up and can only look at her body. Finally, the ice melts in the container, and I can pull up the handcuff key and release myself from the handcuffs. I untie myself, remove and put away my "uniform", and go to sleep, dreaming about serving Susan, and playing the "game".

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