Blowjob!

I could feel my heart beating hard and fast as Kat carefully slid the string out from one of the aprons hanging up nearby. "Spread out your arms above your head, okay Adam?" She instructed. I complied, the cold metal of the table making me shiver as it leaked up through my clothes.

She tied the apron string around one of my wrists, then looped it around the metal handle of a fridge door and finished off by tying my other wrist. I bit my lip again, looking up at the binds and pulling slightly to test their strength. It was surprisingly comfortable, even as it pulled taught and held strong. As I was busy looking up, she was busy with my legs, spreading them so gently I didn't feel. She used another two apron strings to tie my ankles to the metal table legs.

I looked down after a moment of confusion when I tried to move my legs and felt them locked in place. I looked up at Kat, seeing an admiring grin and fiery spark in her eyes above me. "You look so cute tied up, baby. Are you ready for your reward? I promise you'll enjoy it,” she said. I nervously nodded, squirming my shoulders and hips slightly. I knew I was completely **** under her.

She turned out the lights in the room so the only illumination present was from the moonlight filtering in through the windows. Then I saw the moonlight reflect off something in her hands. What was she holding? A knife?! As she leaned over me, I could see that it was indeed one of the kitchen knives, and immediately my heart stopped.

I began to question all of this in my head, How could I let myself get voluntarily put in this situation?! How could I be so stupid, to make myself exposed to my biggest tormentor from these past few months?!

But then my mind shifted, and I moved past my initial panic to start thinking logically, There's no way she'd take care of me like she did this morning if she only planned to hurt me later. There has to be something more to this.

She lowered the knife to the collar of my shirt. My body tensed and quivered under her. Then she knicked the edge of the fabric, sliding the knife carefully down until my shirt was completely cut off. She then went on to cut the seams of the sleeves and moved on to my pant legs, eventually ripping off all the clothing on my body except my boxers.

My cheeks were blushing hard—I could feel the heat of it—and I looked up at her in wonder. How could I ever have doubted this beautiful person? Sure, I'm a shivering, nearly completely naked mess left to endure whatever her will is, but I know now and should have known then she'd never intentionally hurt me.

Now it was time to find out what my 'reward' was. She rolled my boxers down my thighs until my dick (sorry for the bad word, I’m going to have to use a few throughout the story...) finally sprang out, already fully hard due to the anticipation I'd felt leading to that moment. I smiled shyly, hoping she was okay with the size and thickness and all. I knew I wasn't the most impressive fella out there when it came to that, but I was at least average. Maybe even a little bigger around than others.

But despite my worries, she stared at it with wide eyes, licking her lips. "Alright, little one. I want you to try and relax, okay? And I don't want you to worry... I'm going to enjoy this just as much as you,” she said, and without another word she leaned down and kissed the swollen tip of my cock. I shook all over, closing my eyes and knitting my eyebrows together as my mouth opened in pleasure. A silent gasp emitted from my throat.

I tensed up my legs for a moment before remembering what she'd said about relaxing. It was hard, but I managed it just before she slid her lips farther down my shaft. I curled my toes at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth slowly taking in more and more flesh. Soon enough she hit the hilt of my member, her tongue darting up and down the length, and she remained in that position for quite a while. It made my body squirm and my face contort into many surely amusing expressions.

I'd never felt such amazing sensations before. Any time I'd masturbated in the past it was due to necessity. This felt more like... luxury. Soon I couldn't hold back the noises any longer, and low groans fell from my lips. When Kat slid her tongue to just under the lip of my swollen cock-head, these groans became louder moans and whimpers, an octave higher. My cock-head was hyper sensitive due to my lack of use, and the act caused me to arch my back.

Then she started to raise and lower her head, humming softly while she did to vibrate the flesh. I wiggled my feet around, my toes still tightly curled as I tried to do anything to distract my mind from the variety of sensations she was imposing on me. She suddenly shifted her tongue down, searching around until she seemed to find a very specific vein. She started subtly moving it back and forth, and my eyes shot open.

I cried out into the empty cafe, tensing up and relaxing my arms erratically, unable to escape the binds as Kat **** the unexplainable, unavoidable pleasure to travel through my member. It made my entire crotch tingle with warmth as a violent shiver shot up to the top of my spine and caused me to shudder.

I felt my body convulse, and I whined out loudly, "Kat, I-I think I'm about to-- Ahh, Ooh~! I'm, I'm cumming, I'm c-climaxing!!" I didn't know quite how to say it gracefully, closing my eyes yet again and pressing my head back into the cold metal. My whimpers and moans gave way for hot sighs and building screams. I opened my eyes once more, panting, looking down at her to find she was staring directly into my eyes. There was the trace of a smirk in her eyes, and I felt her hand reach under me and squeeze my balls. It made me scream in ecstasy and my balls finally unloaded into her mouth, which she eagerly took. She didn’t let a single drop slip out and cause a mess on the table.

I felt waves of pleasure echo through my body, making every extremity tingle and prickle. My body lost all tension and I collapsed against the table, body left panting and disheveled.

"Mm~" I could hear, quickly followed by a 'pop!' sound. "Good baby boy, you got to finish... do you know why? Try to tell me while your mind is still foggy from being cleansed. Hm~ baby? What's the matter, did your Manager do so well you forgot everything?" She poked at my ankles, whispering, "Try, baby. Whats rule one?"

I rolled my eyes down from my skull to look blankly at the wall as my brain tried to fight through the rivers of pleasure still rippling through my head and find an answer. "Um... Was it *pant* to always, um, listen to what you say, and *pant* obey?"

"Mmmmhmm! Good job, baby!" She cooed and untied one of my ankles. She moved to my next foot. "And what's rule number two?"

"Two... t-two is... *pant* to um... not tell anyone, what we're doing... right?"

"Yes!! You're doing so well, baby. Now, one more." She untied my other foot then moved up to my wrists, bound together around the fridge handle. "Rule number three. Tell me."

I thought for a bit longer, closing my eyes in concentration. I caught my breath a bit and calmed down, although there was still sweat glistening on my body. "Three... three... Good boys, get to... finish?"

"Thats right, my good boy." She whispered into my ear, untying both wrists within a few seconds. "And how did it feel~?"

"It... was amazing." I looked up at her, staying in my spread-out position even though I could move freely. "Will it ever happen again?"

I suppose there was a look of innocent hope on my face at the time because it made her laugh softly. "Oh, baby. If you keep being good and sweet and adorable, yes.”