By Le Shack

PIXIE

It's about now that I am getting worried, I try again to hear something but it's all gone quiet. What was that noise? Has she come back? Now what? Nothing, I let my breath out and still I wait. My other senses are straining more than my muscles now, hearing, smell, the touch of air on my bare skin, anything that might let me know where she is and what is coming next!

Today started out as a normal family wedding, Colin and Becky got married just before lunch, followed by a small reception and then they shoot off by 3:30 to catch a plane to somewhere that they managed to keep completely secret. It was during the reception that I was introduced to Pixie.

"Hi Andy, meet Jane" said a voice to my left, turning to meet this person I was given the most wonderful smile by a small dark haired woman, no more than five foot tall, if that. As our eyes met the smile changed in to a mischievous grin that was humorous, friendly and incredibly inviting.

"Everybody calls me Pixie." Jane stated.

"I can see why." Came my lame reply that I regretted instantly, oh where goes my wits once the testosterone kicks in.

"Just because I'm not a goliath like you?" came the instant reply, and although it was said in hurt tones, the two fingers walking up my chest confirmed otherwise.

"The smile" I corrected, "It's magnificent and quite wicked, but then you know that."

I was rewarded with another smile and we spent the next hour getting to know each other, once the bride and groom left I invited Pixie to spend the rest of the afternoon with me and we could go out for a meal in the evening. Unfortunately she had some reports to send out, which were on her computer and they must be finished by today, so I was turned down. Then that smile came back and once she had confirmed that I could cook we made a pact that she would work, I would cook and then we would have the remainder of the evening available. Deal, done, confirmed, signed on the dotted line! What I couldn't see for my dick was just how easily I was being manipulated.

When we arrived at her house, we had a long snog in the hall, with her standing on the third stair so she could reach me with out craning her neck or me bending to much. After pouring two glasses of wine we sat in the lounge on an Ikea type sofa all pine slats and white canvas and started kissing again. Now though whatever I did caused protests, too rough, too wide, her tits are not handles, etc. I was perplexed since I felt I was doing the same as before, yes I was excited, very excited, but not 'that' much to have lost sensitivity. So when she suggested that she would 'show' me I rapidly agreed, the rules were, she is in control, I was not to touch her or to kiss back hard but to relax and learn. Now that sounded like fun! So who wouldn't agree?

So as I was being taught, the kissing got hot and I had to, just had to hold her. Big mistake, all stop, apparently I wasn't taking it/her seriously. So now I really wanted her to carry on (surprise surprise) and promised, really promised to just lay down and 'learn'. Pixie also promised that if I didn't keep my promise that she would take matters in to her own hands and sort me out! Well I heard but with my dick doing the thinking, didn't hear her say this, and so agreed "what ever she wanted", dumb or what?

Five minutes was all it took, I just couldn't help myself, as she buried herself into the side of my neck, I caressed her shoulder. She didn't stop so fast this time and I wondered if she noticed but she had. After a second admonishment she picked up my tie and explained that if I couldn't control my hands then she will tie them behind me. Well I had promised and the last thing I wanted was for her to stop, so I allowed her to bind my hands.

Now she stepped up a gear, the pixie grin was in full flow and my balls were so tight I thought I would pop. During a certain delicious set of nibbling I used my thigh and knee to masturbate her crotch... Second big big mistake.

Have you ever tried to apologize sincerely to some one when all you want to say is "fuck me, fuck me fuck me", well let me tell you it don't work, not at all, no way. Well I would have agreed to anything just then, which explains how come I ended up naked with my arms and legs tied to the armrests on the sofa, which also turns out to be a sofa bed. She insisted on a blindfold but then I couldn't have stopped her any way.

After this she played with my body as she pleased, and whilst the sensations were wonderful she kept away from my dick most of the time. Even when she did play with it, she always stopped just before I came, I felt like I was going to explode every time. What was getting to me however was a quiet monologue she was having with herself about amongst other things, what size/type of whip to fetch, where she would put body piercing rings and if her largest butt plug was big enough. I was at a loss, the more my mind reacted against these thoughts the more my body craved orgasm. Then with a hard slap on my thigh she stated that she had a report to finish and left!

That was how long ago? It seems ages, was it ages?

I can hear a noise, she is in the kitchen to the left, rummaging around in the drawers, what's she up to making a snack? She's sharpening a knife, a snack I hope. No she's coming this way still sharpening that knife, oh shit, ohh shittt. Noise has stopped, where is she? I thought everyone who bought from Ikea had wooden floors, damn the carpet, where is she? WHAT NOW??

Bright light, blink my eyes, blindfold has been removed, gaining focus.

"Hello goliath, getting a little panicky just then were we?" I am greeted with that smile, that mischievous wicked teasing playful smile, that tells me there was no threat after all. "Now I reckon that I have come twice so far and I am not going untie you until you come one more time than I have" she said beaming is if at some private joke, "I think you deserve extras, so you have your work cut out for you, are you up to it?", I nod thinking that in my current state of excitement and if she doesn't mess me around, three times could be dead easy.

"Of course if I come again" she whispers "you will have to add that to the score!"

I could be tied to this sofa for a very long time indeed.

Le Shack