MzSexKitten's Bedtime Stories

The elevator doors were closing as a feminine hand extended between them to impede their passage. As they slowly opened, an attractive young woman made her way breathlessly into the car.

She was in her late 30s, not slim but curvy, of average height. He didn't think much of the incident; it happened all the time. And it was a Monday, gloomy, gray, a wonderful day to follow a miserable weekend. He nursed his carton of Starbucks as she turned in front of him to face the door.

The elevator stopped at every floor and seemed to take forever to reach the 15th. Finally they were the only two in the car. She still stood in front of him, he still held his coffee although his mind was a million miles away.

Suddenly, he was jolted out of his aimless reverie. A hand was fondling his crotch. It sure wasn't his own hand either. As the door opened, she turned and winked, then exited. He was stunned.

For the rest of the day, he thought about the incident in the elevator. These things don't just happen; maybe he imagined it? No, it had happened! He wondered who she was and why she sought him out. Was it just a random touch, a mistake, or was there intent? He just wasn't sure.

That night he eagerly sought her and waited in front of the elevators on the main floor but she didn't appear. He went home to a dreary microwave dinner and tossed and turned before falling asleep. Why? He could not fathom it.

Tuesday he was up and around early. He had to force himself to slow down so as to arrive at the building at about the same time as the day before, hoping beyond hope yet dreading the possibility. He stood before the bank of elevators for almost half an hour, waiting, hoping but finally gave up and got into an empty car. He was the only passenger as the doors started to close.

Amazingly, the same feminine hand darted between the doors and forced them open. It was SHE! He gawked at her as she smiled.

"Good morning. We meet again." A crooked grin lit up her face and he noticed that one eye was green and the other was blue. On her face, it was an interesting combination.

"H-h-h-hello..." he stammered. He felt like a total idiot but was unable to think of anything better to say.

"But I know much more about than you can imagine." Again the crooked grin and the sparkling mismatched eyes. The tip of her tongue insinuated itself between her lips, which were full and sensuous.

"I have noticed you for a long time now but since you seemed to be too shy to make the first move, I decided to make it myself," she added. "And if I seem too forward, then I am sorry but I usually capture what I set out to get for myself.

"And in this case, it is you, my pet." The doors parted at the 15th floor again, she brushed her lips against his cheek, patted his fanny and was gone.

He was in a daze. He had always been the instigator in matters of romance, the aggressor even. Following his divorce last year, there had been a series of short term relationships. Most of them had wound up in bed but only one had been satisfactory and she was married already.

Who was this woman? Why was she doing this? What did she want? Where had she come from? Where was she going? So many questions and so few answers. Few? None!

He knew he wanted her if for nothing else other than to satisfy his curiosity. She had him in a daze, a turmoil. Why? Why? Why? One word raced through his mind.

That evening he waited, hoping against hope but she didn't appear. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow I will make my move. I will find the answer, once and for all. But tomorrow came and went and she never appeared at all. He was devastated. Nerve endings were poking through his skin the next morning when, miraculously, she was there.

"Good morning, my pet. Did you miss me?" That crooked grin again and the blue and green eyes. They were hypnotic in their effect on him.

"Look, whoever you are," he said. "I want to know what the hell is going on and I want to know it now!"

"You do, do you? Well, first let me lay down some ground rules. You will never use profanity in my presence. You will address me as a gentleman speaks to a lady..."

She turned on her heel and strode away rapidly, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. He ran after her and grabbed her arm.

"Supposing is not satisfactory. Do you understand?" She spat out the last three words in a staccato burst.

'Look, I don't what game you are playing but I would say 'yes' and insert your name if I knew it."

"Much better, my pet. Now that we understand each other, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? No...you WILL have dinner with me tonight. Do you know where Le Bistro is?"

LeBistro was the newest "in" place in the city. Located on an old tied up freighter in the river, it served exquisite food at even more exquisite prices.

Geez, he thought. What the hell is happening? No woman has never treated me like this; I would never allow it. Funny...he kind of liked it.

That evening at 7:45 found David waiting at the bar at LeBistro. At exactly 7:58, a cab stopped at the door and "Angel" stepped out. She was dressed impeccably, adorably so in a tight short skirt, dark nylons that limned her delicious legs, a tight white silk blouse that showed off large up-turned breasts. And all of this atop 5+" spike heels of red patent leather. He stood to greet her and noticed that she was taller than he in those skyscraper heels she was wearing.

"Good evening, my pet," she smiled and brushed her cheek against his. "Is our table ready? I asked for one on the top deck, dark and cozy..." Her voice trailed off into an air of implied intimacy.

A shiver ran down his spine. Damn...she was gorgeous. Where had she come from? Why had she picked him? To hell with it -- just relax and enjoy yourself, no matter where this might lead, he though.

"So pensive, my pet?" He realized he had been deep in his thoughts and had excluded her with his silence.

"Oh, David," her laugh tinkled like ice in a cocktail glass. "I thought you were more glib than that. I thought you would sweep me off my feet with your brilliant repartee..."

"Look, dammit, I want to know..." He stopped when he saw her pick up her purse and stand. "Where are you going?"

"I thought I told you the rules earlier. You abide by them or you will never see me again. Is that what you really want?

"Very simple to accomplish that end" She motioned at the maitre'd. "I will have him call a cab for me..."

He felt like a ninny but picked up the menu and retreated behind it. A waiter appeared and asked if they would care for wine. Before he could reply, she asked for a bottle of chilled white burgundy. "Corton Charlemagne? Meaursault? Batard Montrachet?"

"Yes, madam, we have all of those but is madam aware of the price range of the wines she has requested?"

Her eyes blazed fire again. She waved for the maitre d' and when he came over, her anger erupted. "Will you tell this cretin that when I require financial advice, I get it from Merrill Lynch! And when I order wine, I want it served. NOW!"

"Andre regrets his comments and asks that he be allowed to continue serving you. And would Madam and her escort permit me to serve you a bottle of Romanee Conti 88 with the compliments of the house?"

She nodded then grinned at David. "See...this always happens. I discover the finest wines at the lowest cost this way. And put the fear of God in them at the same time.

He heard her shoe fall to the floor then felt a nyloned foot rubbing against his ankle, sliding up his leg inside his trousers. His cheeks felt as they were on fire. Beneath the starched white table cloth, he felt her hand unzip his trousers, reach inside and...

"Of course I like it but for krisakes, there is a time and a place for everything. And this isn't it."

"Hush, my pet. The time and place are where I say they are." Her hand was insistent, freeing his burgeoning organ from its imprisonment to wave freely under the table.

"Andre," she said. "Cut out the phony French accent and bring us some caviar and shrimp to go with this wonderful wine.

She giggled as she spoke. David felt his cheeks were on fire as he caught his breath. Her hand on his penis was tender yet firm, playing him like a fine musical instrument.

"Oh? We are giving orders now? I think not, my pet." She reached further into his trousers, grasped his sac and squeezed, none too gently.

"Of course it does, my pet. It is intended to hurt. Now...if you want me to stop, you may beg me...or?" The hint of further squeezing terrified him.

"Please, Miss Angel, Mistress Angel, please please stop...oh, ah...OUCH!" The couple at the next table were staring at them as David squirmed in her grasp. At last she relented and freed his balls only to return to stroking his shaft.

"Come now, do as I say or this Angel will stop being angelic and twist your balls into a knot..."

He stuck out his tongue rapidly and licked her fingers and hand. She returned to lightly stroke his cock again, with his spittle lubricating her motions. They were light but so intense; he could feel the steam pressure building in his groin.

"Is my pet about to lose his grip and come all over my hand? And your trousers?" She giggled and winked her green eye at him. Her stroke increased in speed and pressure and he felt himself let go. He gritted his teeth as the warm liquid sprayed over her hand and onto his groin and trousers.

"No, my pet, look at what YOU have done..." her smile was angelic but her tone was wicked. She rubbed the warm juices over the head of his cock and onto her hand.

"Are you completely mad? I won't do that..." but then he felt her hand back inside his trousers and gripping his balls again. He quickly stuck out his tongue to lick the heady cream off her fingers.

"Poor baby...he wet his trousers? Maybe we will have to diaper you in the future?" She threw back her head and laughed uproariously.

"No, Andre...I think we have had quite enough. Bring us our check and we will be leaving."

David now had a pretty good inkling of what was in store for him for the rest of the evening. He stuffed his still-moist organ back into his trousers and tried to wipe off the spots from the front of his pants, to no avail.

Standing up, he felt that every eye in the place was staring at him as he looked straight ahead and out to his car.

David followed the "avenging" Angel from the restaurant, admiring the view of her twitching bottom as her amazingly high heels clicked on the floor.

"I took a cab here so get in the car and drive," she said. "But…no funny stuff. I can be really nasty. Understood?"

David gulped. He understood only too well. Something was happening to him over which he had no control whatsoever. What he didn't understand was WHY! Who was this gorgeous creature and why had she selected ME, kept running through his head. There was no readily available answer.

She directed him to a luxury high-rise building along the river and directed him to leave the car with the doorman.

"Follow me!" Sharp, concise, incisive - he felt like he was back in the Marine Corps again.

"You're learning," she said and turned her head to beckon him to follow. In the elevator, she pushed the button for the 30th floor but half way up she hit the STOP button. The cabin ground to a halt.

He did as ordered and the next thing he felt was a pair of steel ringlets closing on his wrists. He stuttered as he asked her what she was doing.

"David," the beautifully evil grin again, " I am in charge, not you, and not like how you treat your other ladies…"

He could feel her nearness when she moved into him in back. He felt her hands snake around his waist and unbuckled his belt.

"Be still, my pet, you will find out soon enough what I am doing" the threat was implicit. With the belt loosened, his pants fell beneath his knees. He blushed crimson to match the shade of the silk boxers he was wearing.

"But…but…but," he stuttered,. What if someone gets on the elevator? I can't pull up my trousers with my hands shackled behind my back…"

The hand that had unbuckled his trousers now moved lower until it was at the fly of his shorts.

"We will explain that you are getting ready for the biggest wildest night of your life, which is pretty much the truth. Her tinkling laugh bounced around the small confines of the elevator cab and she pulled out the STOP button. He felt the machine lurch then move steadily upward.

Also moving upward was her hand gripping him. He ground his teeth as the hand snuggled inside his shorts and gripped him. Her strokes were light but intense. He groaned as the tension built up inside him.

The elevator doors opened on the 30th floor and he shuffled out. With his trousers around his ankles and his wrists cuffed behind his back, he was a total prisoner. And as her hand snuck around inside his shorts, he was even more of a total prisoner.

They entered her apartment and he marveled at the lights gleaming from below and shining through the floor to ceiling windows. Now the hand pulled his shorts down and he was for all intents and purposes, naked to the world.

"Up against the glass, darling…" the teeniest giggle slipped from her delightful lips as she pushed him against the window. The cold glass on his penis dragged forth a gasp. It was cold but he was hot hot hot.

David stood with his nose and cock pressed against the glass. He could hear his captor moving around the room but he didn't dare sneak a peek to see what she was doing. For the time being, he resolved to let events play themselves out until he could take over.

"OK, David, come sit down in this comfy chair." He turned to see "Angel" or whatever her name was, standing next to a high back wooden chair. As he shuffled over, she changed her mind.

"No, I think I want you behind the chair. Even better, go to one side and bend over the arm."

There was no mistaking the tone of her voice and he shuffled his feet as fast as he could to stand beside the chair then band over the arm. He felt her hand on his ass then without any warning - SLAP!

"David - shut up! I know perfectly well what I am doing and you are going to find out soon enough" A series of slaps on his buttocks emphasized her words.

He scurried around to put his blazing butt into the chair. She knelt and attached leather dog collars around his feet and the chair legs, effectively holding him in place. Reaching behind, she removed the handcuffs.

His cheeks were a bright red and he started to lunge for her but fell flat on his face. He had forgotten his legs were fastened to the chair legs. Angel laughed uproariously as she witnessed his silly position: on his knees, face in the carpet with the chair firmly attached.

"Get the picture, David? Just don't FUCK around with me and everything will be fine. I am going to lift you back into a sitting position now so you can do as you were instructed."

She tugged on the back of the chair and was able to get him back into an upright, sitting position. "OK, lover man…start jerking."

"Like hell I will," David spat out from his clenched jaws. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing but I quit. Cut me loose and I am out of here."

She reached in her purse and took out an electric stun gun. Holding it pointing at him, she pulled the trigger. A wicked spark crackled between the electrodes; his eyes widened.

"No NO NO - please…"he started jerking his flaccid penis. There was no response from the frightened member. He jerked harder, so hard he howled with pain.
"I'm trying, I'm trying…please point that thing in another direction."

He had already cum once in the restaurant and could usually shoot his sperm three or four times in an evening but tonight he felt nothing but fear - not conducive to sexuality.

"My patience is wearing thin, David…maybe this will help." She pulled a chair up in front of him and sat down. Stretching her long shapely leg skyward, she let her stiletto heel dangle from her dainty foot as she slowly rolled down her sheer nylon flesh tone stocking. Removing her shoe, she pulled the stocking free of her leg and waved it playfully at him.

His eyes were glued on her as he stroked, stroked, stroked ever faster. His cock was beginning to respond despite his fear. Damn, she is beautiful and I am going to fuck her if it is the last thing I do.

As she repeated her semi-strip tease with the other leg, she looked at him with that lop-sided grin and, as if reading his mind, she spoke:

"Don't even THINK of doing anything to or with me because it isn't going to happen. Now…I want to see you cum again…"

David moaned as she leaned back in the chair and waved her legs in the air. Her skirt rode up her thighs and he caught an inkling of black lace panty. That did it…his breathing quickened as the creamy ejaculate started to flow. Not as rapidly as in the restaurant nor as copiously but there was no mistaking his orgasm.

His comments were cut short by the sparking stun gun she waved in front of his eyes. Releasing the trigger she touched it to his now shriveling cock.

"You heard me, dahling…again. And again if I say so…you are going to drain your balls of enough testosterone to float a battleship/"

"You don't bother me, lover boy. Now, as our British friends might say, start wanking…here, let me help again."

She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her sheer silk blouse. Dancing slowly to a silent tune playing in her head, she pirouetted slowly and gracefully in front of him until the blouse stood open, revealing a lacy black bra hiding what seemed to be very perky breasts.

"Do you like my bra, David? Do you know it matches my panties. I wear very expensive lingerie that I usually buy on shopping trips to Paris. Want to take me there some day?"

She slowly unbuttoned the waist band of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in only the skimpy bra and thong panties, then turned to give him the rear view. More moaning from the chair's captive but his cock was beginning to respond.

"Want me to stroke your little sausage, David? I could make you cum and cum and cum…but this is your party so get to stroking." She patted his cheek to encourage him.

She encouraged him further by reaching behind her and unsnapping the bra snaps. Snaking the straps down her arms, she slowly revealed two of the most gorgeous and appealing breasts David had ever seen.

David moaned. His cock was sore and his balls ached. Still he pulled at his cock as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them. That was the trigger and he shot a third time…more slowly and with less product this time. But he came, nevertheless. He groaned as the viscous liquid flowed over his hand.

"Lick it off your hand, lover, then get back to work. Angel wants more cum from you - a come-uppance, if you can pardon the pun.

"No-o-o-o-oooo. I can't. I won't. " The crackling spark of the stun gun cracked his resolve and he slowly took hold of his cock, now shriveled to insignificance.

"Sure you can if you try. But you won't even be able to try if I just touch the electrodes of my little toy to your balls and pull the trigger." She jabbed him in the cock with the stun gun without pulling the trigger and he practically jumped out of his skin.

"Please…why are you doing this? I never saw you before a couple days ago. Do you get your jollies from tormenting guys? Why me?"

"You are such an animal, David. You fucked her brains out in Atlantic City last year. . she was sweetangel on AOL. Remember now?"

She touched him on the shoulder with the stun gun but this time pulled the trigger to give him a quick shock. His body tensed and his legs almost pulled out of their restraints.

"Fat slut? FAT SLUT????" Another quick jab of the gun into his shoulder brought another howl from him."

"Oh, geez…what do you want from me? What did I ever do to you? Just let me go and I will be out of your life forever."

"Yeah, and as soon as you are out the door you will find a phone and call 911. What are you going to tell them, David? You were raped?"

"No…not going to call. Yes, I remember Karen. Nice woman and we had an interesting weekend…" another jab of the sparking arc brought him up short.

"Interesting weekend. Yes, perhaps for you but not for her. My name is Johnson too and Karen was my sister.

"I say 'was' because after she told me what you did to her, she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and we buried her. And you never even wondered where she went or what happened after your damn 'interesting weekend,' you bastard.

"Now…once more. I want you to know real pain like I felt in losing my sister. Maybe this would be better than the stun gun…" She cupped his aching balls in her hand and pulled a surgical scalpel from her purse.

David screamed. He tried to reach her with his manacled hands but couldn't move fast or far enough.

"Remember John Bobbitt, David? He got the end of his cock reattached but if I cut off your balls, you will never see them again…"

As she spoke, David was so scared that he peed involuntarily, dampening the trousers that were still around his ankles.

"Poor baby…not even toilet trained. I'm waiting, David…do you need any more encouragement? " She squeezed his balls and he moaned.

'DO IT, Uncle Studly…show me just how many times you can cum. A lion can cum a dozen times in one night and you are showing me a puny trio…"

"There is no more cum left…honest." David's voice had retreated to a whisper from the pain and fright he felt.

"Well, keep jerking. Let me see your cock cum and shoot nothing. I'm getting impatient…" she waved the sparking stun gun under his nose and then lowered it to his crotch.

"Oh, I think you can if you try hard enough. Here, let me squeeze some lotion on your poor cock. Looks like you rubbed it raw and I don't care for raw meat. Cock Tartare…" she giggled.

David stroked his cock for what seemed to be an eternity to him but after about ten minutes, a couple drops of cum finally dribbled out.

"That's it? David, how did you do my sister so many times in that weekend if you can't even cum for me four times? What a pussy you are…

"But I hope you learned a lesson here. Karen gave you her love but all you wanted was a fast fuck, a quick roll in the hay. OK - you got laid and she got screwed. The ultimate screwing too because she was so fragile that when you left her in the lurch, she killed herself.

She knelt and released his ankles from their restraints. She pulled him upright and unlocked the hand cuffs.

He stooped to pull up his trousers and she zapped him again. Not enough to knock him out but enough to know he better do as she said.

"Just go and don't ever come back. I will be gone in the morning so don't try to find me. "

He shuffled to the door and as he made his exit, she came up behind him and gave him the stun gun in the ass, full power. He collapsed on the floor and lay there twitching for a few minutes as she winked first her blue eye, then her green one.