Was I lured next door to Jessie by some invisible force? Was my psyche controlled by the slightest feminine whim? Well, that was surely what happened once I crossed the threshold into Jessie’s private domain of sensuality. What initially got me over the fence was the simple attraction of her buxom body. Up until then, just ogling Jessie seemed a safe method of tantalizing my raunchy energy while also keeping me out of trouble.

Besides being a full decade or so my senior and by more than a high six figures my financial superior, Jessie had also developed that mysterious feminine sympathy with my wife, Valerie, that transcends a male’s definition of friendship. Though I’ve been equally enchanted by Jessie’s enlightened tales of her world travels and not made to feel like the proverbial third wheel, I have enough perception to realize that gender makes them natural allies. We have been neighbors for the past two years, and my wife and Jessie have developed a sisterly relationship as well as one of mentor and fledgling. Additionally, Val and I have both availed ourselves of Jessie’s counsel and advice, and the evidence of her influence on our lives is staggering. Our doctor, attorney, CPA, insurance agent, and even my broker and car mechanic have come to us on Jessie’s recommendation. Mindful of this, I eagerly accepted Jessie’s dinner invitation when Val was away on business, grateful for the neighborly gesture and excited by the harmless prospect of subtly ogling her voluptuous body, but confident that my inflamed gonads would stay between my legs and not leap between my ears.

Our dinner was casual and elegant; our banter, relaxed and familiar. I assured my hostess that I was getting on fine in Val’s absence, eating and resting properly. By the time we moved out onto the deck surrounding her pool for drinks, viewing her ripe, curvaceous figure had produced a decidedly male response. Even as I shifted my weight and made subtle changes in my stance that were designed to obscure the fierce erection bulging in the front of my pants, I had the nervous yet thrilling feeling that Jessie was very much aware of my condition. When we sat down at a round, glass-topped patio table and I had an ample view of her exquisite legs as she crossed them, my aroused condition became an obvious embarrassment.

Gradually and with the same subtlety with which she demurely recrossed those firm, curvaceous legs, Jessie’s conversation shifted toward the personal. Soon I heard myself admitting that the excitement had seeped out of my marriage, that Val and I had become bored or burned out. Work and our hectic professional schedules had taken a toll, I conceded, and I wasn’t surprised when Jessie said that Val had made similar complaints to her. I had to squirm and surrender to blazing embarrassment when Jessie, with an amused smirk and a direct look at my crotch, casually observed that I seemed anything but burned out or fatigued from professional pressures.

“Larry, are you flattering me?” she purred, giving my lap another glance. “Or is it the notion of trying something different that is so obviously appealing to you?” I admitted that I found her sexy and attractive, but then I diplomatically launched into a profuse apology while truthfully revealing that I’d never been unfaithful to Val.

Jessie was quietly amused by my urgent discourse and patiently allowed me to finish. Then, as her fingers lazily toyed with her necklace, she smiled and said, “You don’t understand, Larry. I’m not tempting you with a roll in the hay. What I have in mind isn’t nearly so conventional. You see, Larry, I’ve always had a hunch about you.”

My confusion, along with my instantaneous eagerness, must have shown on my face, as Jessie chuckled. Her blue eyes sparkled as she whispered, “Would you like to be tied up, Larry? Stripped naked, bound, maybe even gagged, at my mercy and totally relieved of any responsibility?”

An involuntary tremor rippled through me, leaving goose bumps on my flesh. Her eyes were locked on my blushing face as she slowly stood and strolled around to where I sat riveted to her every whispered word and motion. As she repeated the bizarre suggestion and added vivid details, she lowered one of her hands to my lap. Her fingertips fluttered over my stiff, throbbing penis until they found the bloated head. Her eyes mesmerized me; her smile enthralled me. She pinched my swollen cock-head firmly and winked as I uttered a soft groan. “Come along, Larry,” she whispered.

I walked behind her, acutely aware of the blood rushing through my veins, of the hard throbbing of my cock, which was so violently straining in the snug confines of my jockeys. My senses were suddenly super-keen, and I was alert as never before. The whisper of her suede skirt against the sheer nylon of her hose as I followed her indoors, and her provocative feminine walk was a siren song, making my nerves vibrate. At the same time, every action, every gesture, every murmured word was branded on my consciousness and recorded in my memory.

Jessie led me down into the basement, and as we descended, my lust-drunk mind was reeling with images of Gothic torture chambers and walls hung with bizarre S&M equipment, although in point of fact, her basement looked pretty much like ours.

“It’s all right to be nervous,” she purred. “That’s part of the pleasure.”

Not waiting for me to respond, she moved away from me and, glancing back over her shoulder, smiled and whispered to me to undress. My trembling hands made the routine task surprisingly difficult, but I unhesitatingly obeyed her instruction, even down to my shoes and socks.

Her imperious gaze both humiliated and excited me as I stood naked under her scrutiny. The conflicting feelings were impossible to explain. She circled me slowly, dangling a pair of handcuffs in her right hand. When she moved behind me and cuffed my wrists together, the faint sensation of her warm breath on my bare shoulder made me shudder. My cock throbbed violently, jutting out stiffly, obscenely, as the cold metal bit into my wrists. Jessie then moved in front of me, her blue eyes devouring my nudity for long, silent seconds before she reached for my cock.

She played with me leisurely, satisfying her curiosity, stroking my swollen glans with feathery flicks of her painted nails, then trailing her fingertips down the length of my iron-hard shaft and occasionally giving it a firm squeeze. She tickled the underside of my penis and I groaned as the sensation caused my balls to instantly tighten and draw up. Fluid seeped from my cock slit and dripped onto the concrete floor before she plugged my leak with a fingertip and lubed my glans with it instead. She smiled as she brought her slippery fingertip up to my lips. She purred her approval when I licked her finger clean, and when she pushed the finger into my mouth for me to suck, she lowered her free hand to my balls. She tickled my scrotal sac and reached back to goose the tender flesh between my anus and balls. She chuckled softly as I danced a little jig to the tune of her pinching fingers, then released me with the ominous observation that I definitely needed my wings clipped.

Jessie gave my pulsating cock a little squeeze then brought two innocuous-looking white cords out of a desk drawer, each perhaps three feet long and with a small nooses tied in one end. She kept up a soft, cheerful banter as she methodically looped one noose around my balls, drawing it tight around my scrotal sac, pulled the cord back between my legs and up along my crack and tied the end of the rope to the cuffs securing my wrists. She then moved around in front of me, and I discovered that the slightest movement of my bound hands resulted in a tug on my balls. With both trepidation and supreme sexual excitement, I watched helplessly as she calmly drew the noose of the other cord firmly around my penis just behind my bloated glans. Then, with a little tug, she pulled me by the line attached to my cock across the basement to a mirrored wall, smiling at my lewd reflection. “A young man whose wife is out of town should be kept on a short leash. Don’t you agree, Larry?” she said with a throaty chuckle.

She had me kneel down, my knees cushioned by a pad, and waited until I’d settled myself as much as possible in my precarious position before raising my cock leash and wrapping it around my neck.

She then looped the end around the rope over my chest. She pulled it just tight enough to make me groan, then stopped and primly tied it off with a half bow, leaving my stiff penis pulled straight up against my belly and locked in place. Then, with a casual calm that made my naked flesh tingle and sent an excited shudder through my aroused nerves, Jessie rolled a desk chair into place in front of me and sat in it, as if prepared to continue our previous innocent dinner-time conversation. She crossed her sexy legs and smiled sweetly as I moaned and swayed. It took effort to maintain a painless balance, and Jessie’s expression revealed wicked delight as she observed my struggles. A forward sway caused a steady pressure on my balls. A backward tilt stretched my cock dangerously.

The bizarre image of me kneeling nude before this regal woman, my sexuality so blatantly exposed, harnessed and effortlessly controlled by her, blurred with the image of the rich, civic-minded former debutante who’d befriended the yuppie couple next door. The images blended in my consciousness, bubbling together in a steamy brew that included my hungry passion and the feeding of my hidden, dark need to be rendered helpless; and I knew, in a shuddering moment of insightful dread and titillation, that Val would, share in this sensual secret.

“Perhaps you need something to take your mind off your predicament?” Jessie cooed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

I watched with excitement as she calmly removed her blouse and bra. Her huge, round breasts were tipped with enormous pink areolas. Her rosy nipples were plump and erect. She carefully maneuvered her chair closer. The soft Louch of her fingers on my shoulders seemed to scorch my flesh, and a dangerous tremor rocked my shackled body, momentarily threatening to topple me. To my horror, she helped steady me by taking hold of the cock leash that was taut on my chest and giving my cock a jerk.

“Careful,” she breathed with a soft chuckle. then slipped her hands behind my head and guided my face to one of her big breasts.

She gently rubbed her nipple over my lips, maddeningly keeping her distance, frustrating my urgent impulse to suck the turgid nub into my mouth. As I strained forward, my momentary lapse caused a sharp reminder that my balls were secured to my handcuffs, and I whimpered as the pressure on my testicles intensified.

Forced to relax and passively surrender all control to her, I moaned and panted as she gradually rewarded me with more of her breast. Finally I was nursing gluttonously, sucking as much of the huge, fleshy globe into my mouth as possible; and then she slowly offered me her other one.

She purred with pleasure as I sucked her warm, firm nipple, and just as I lost myself in the erotic reverie of passionately gorging myself on her delectable peach. she reached out and untied the cord that held my cock straight up against my belly. My cry of relief was muffled by the soft mound of her breast against my face. My penis twitched and throbbed wildly, because the thin noose still bit into the swollen flesh beneath my ballooned glans.

After watching it for several seconds, she slowly leaned back in her chair, smiled provocatively and whispered, “Are you ready to taste more of me?”

My ardent nod got a throaty chuckle as she stood and gracefully slipped off her heels and pantyhose without removing her suede skirt. When she again took her seat in front of me, I thrilled to the glimpse of her enticing triangle of golden fluff. Slowly. as she hiked her skirt and lifted her knees, the puffy lips of her sex peeked through the dense fleece until her golden vagina was level with my face. She kept lifting her knees until her heels rested on the seat of her chair, and I was provided a full view of her intoxicating beauty, from the dense golden tuft sheltering her little pink clitoris to the tight rosette of her anus.

I was already leaning forward, easing my face toward her glistening, spread cunt when I discovered that she was holding the end of my cock leash. One subtle little tug made my quivering penis surge and brought my lips right into the silky blonde nest of her pubic mound.

Hot waves of unfulfilled passion swept over me as I flicked my tongue across her clitoris. She purred with approval and ordered me to lick up and down her slit, emphasizing her instructions with several little rugs on the string attached to my throbbing dick.

I sucked and licked and chewed on her meaty lips, tasting her spicy juices and moaning from the constant pressure of the noose squeezing my bloated balls. Leaning forward to keep my face firmly fixed to her sex created a steady pull on my balls as my cuffed hands kept riding up on my back. Every steamy second, I was made mindful of my shackled status, of the electricity flashing through me.

Suddenly, as she pulled again on my cock leash and yanked my attention back to her clitoris, my penis leapt and contracted. My abrupt climax caused my whole body to jerk and twitch as I spurted convulsively.

Jessie seemed oblivious to my orgasm, and my inclination to slump down was quickly dashed by her stem jerk on my cock leash. She had me suck on her clitoris and tongue it until her gasps and shudders revealed her pleasure. Then she ordered me to tongue her wet vagina. She punished my initial lame efforts with a couple of hard tugs on the cock leash and a fierce grip on a fistful of my hair. After I performed to her satisfaction, though, she let the end of the cock leash slip from her fingers. She clutched my head and held my face hard and tight against her pussy. A tremendous shudder rippled through her curvaceous body and she came, violently pumping her pussy against my face. And this time, when she eventually relaxed and slumped back in her chair, she rather carelessly nudged me away, causing me to topple onto my side, squealing softly as my cuffed hands again pulled painfully on my balls.

There was an eerie, silent reverie in the moments after our passion. The strange silence was finally interrupted by the soft rustling of her silk blouse as she stood and slipped it on and buttoned it over her luscious, full breasts. She knelt down and retrieved her bra before untying the noose around my cock. She strolled over to the desk, replaced the leash and returned with the key that unlocked my handcuffs. She left me alone as I struggled to my feet, rubbed the circulation back into my hands and arms and then began the tedious operation of unknotting the small noose around my balls.

I was still in a dazed state after I’d dressed and climbed the stairs from the basement. Jessie was waiting for me beside the mahogany bar in her den, offering me a friendly smile and a drink. We chatted as before, neither of us mentioning the incredibly erotic episode we’d just shared in her basement. By the time I took my leave and offered my thanks for the dinner, I wasn’t even sure if the wild evening had been reality or a wanton fantasy.

For the next couple of days, I went through my routine of work, meals and sleep on automatic pilot. My thoughts became obsessive as I rehashed the wildly erotic experience in Jessie’s basement. Already I’d begun to worry that Val would notice a difference in my behavior once she returned, and I could only fear what Jessie would be like now that we had a dark secret to share. My quandary was anything but resolved when I answered my office phone Friday afternoon and heard Jessie’s voice on the line.

“Feeling naughty again, Larry?” she purred as my heart began to race and my cock lurched inside my pants. “Valerie’s been away long enough for you to get into trouble if you aren’t careful.”

I gulped and listened to the pounding of my heart. “Any suggestions on keeping me out of trouble?” I heard myself say, the words husky and deep.

Her soft laugh made my balls vibrate, and her whispered instructions surprised and intrigued me: I was to bring a bottle of champagne and a dozen red roses home with me. As I neared home, my sweaty-palmed anticipation was jolted by Valerie’s car in the drive. When I unlocked the door and stepped inside, the excited gleam in her brown eyes and her smug smile spoke volumes. I warmly greeted my sleek, statuesque wife. Her familiar perfume of lilacs and the springtime fragrance of her silky dark hair delighted my senses and stirred an erotic arousal in me as we kissed and lingered in our embrace. Her lithe, lanky body and firmly conditioned feminine curves sparked the same sudden desire I’d felt years before, when we’d first met while jogging in a city park. A sense of renewal hovered between us as I gazed into my wife’s face and embraced her.

“I missed you,” I whispered. brushing my lips against hers.

As my tongue probed her hot mouth, Val lowered her hand to my crotch and thrilled me as her fingers toyed with my erection through my pants. “Jessie tells me you didn’t miss too much.”

Before I could respond, my wife whispered that we had better things to do than talk. With that, she led me into our bedroom. Immediately I turned to undress her, but Val giggled, winked and slipped gracefully out of my embrace. “That’s not what either of us has in mind, is it? Let’s stop pretending, Larry. Undress and get ready for me.” She snapped on the lamp on the dresser, and suddenly I saw the handcuffs.