Light play… or at least that was the plan…

Mark rolls over and pulls me into his lap as he sits down normally on the couch. His cock rests beneath me, and I’m careful not to hurt it as I snuggle up to him while pushing my sweater dress back down. Mark rubs my back and says, “you know, as fun as this was it’s probably more effective to… train your pussy using Sasha’s toys.” He stumbles a bit over his words, seemingly nervous. Maybe he’s worried he’s pushing me too much?

I giggle and say, “what, am I too much for you to handle?”

Mark snorts and easily stands up and slides me from his lap into his arms before adjusting me to be sat on a single arm. Which both gives him a free hand to open doors and makes his point about how well he could have fucked me. “You were pretty hard to handle, without breaking.”

As he carries me to the master bedroom I ask coyly, “are you saying you can’t control yourself around me?”

“Nope. I’m completely in control around you. Inside of you on the other hand… is very snug.”

I expect him to pull out Sasha’s toy box from under the bed, an old cardboard box about three shoeboxes large where she always kept her toys back when I was her boyfriend. Instead he carries me to the walk-in closet. I haven’t really had any need to go in there since moving back in. As we enter and he turns on the light I immediately spot her old toy box… sitting on top of another bigger box on the ground… which is sitting next to an even bigger box… which is sitting next to an open trunk… which is…

“How many toys do you two have?!” One whole wall of the closet is completely lined with boxes along the floor. In fairness some of these boxes might not be toys since they are closed and I can’t see inside. But all the open ones clearly have dildos, leather straps, butt plugs, whips and other devices I’m not completely sure about, so I kind of doubt the closed boxes are innocent.

“Sasha… uh, wanted to try a lot of things when it was just us. Especially when she started to suspect it really was over between you and her.” Mark smiles in an awkwardly apologetic manner.

“Oh. I… um. Well, you’re welcome.” It’s kind of weird, but we’re all together now so I should just be happy for him. Which I am… mostly. He puts me down by one of the boxes and chuckles.

“Thanks, but not all of it was fun. She explored quite a few different kinks.” He gets down on his knees and begins rummaging through the closest box to him in search of, presumably, smaller dildos to tease my pussy with and slowly stretch me to accommodate his size.

I consider helping to look, but decide to let him take the lead on this. Besides, I have so many questions now. “Like what? Did she whip you? Or make you wear a diaper?”

I can’t help but let a teasing tone enter my voice. While Sasha’s libido has always been pretty high, I can’t say she ever asked me to do too much outside of fairly vanilla sex and related fun activities. She never struck me as into role play or BDSM, or any other whacky kink out there. So I am genuinely curious as to what he could possibly be claiming wasn’t just a fun time.

Mark… blushes and keeps rummaging. Oh. Oh no. I am in a room waiting for him to bang my tight pussy with an appropriately sized dildo but I cannot ignore that blood in the water. I feel my mouth curve upward in a wicked grin. Sure, he and Sasha are currently my closest friends in the whole world, but that also means they are the only people I get to tease.

“Did she put a dog collar on you and call you her good boy? Or did she… tickle **** you? Or maybe she spanked you and made you call her mommy?” Unfortunately I’m not actually very good at teasing and already find myself running out of embarrassing possibilities. “Or wear a furry suit?”

Mark grins, “actually she was my good girl. And also my sexy teacher, not mommy.” Lucky bastard… but he’s still avoiding something.

“So… she paddled you?” That’s a stereotypical sexy teacher thing to do, right?

“No… well, yes but not as a teacher.” He sounds smug as he says it, so that’s not what he’s hiding. He looks at me as he pulls out a set of leather straps. “Tell you what. I’ll tell you what she did that… took the most getting used to, if you agree to something more than I was originally planning.”

I am a very risk averse person… but I’m also still in post coital bliss and turned on by all this sexy speculation of what Sasha and Mark got up to… “like what exactly?”

Mark smirks at me, “well, I was just going to have you keep a plain dildo inside you for a bit. But since Sasha has a decent vibrator collection as well, why not make a bet. If you can go an hour without cumming while being teased by my bondage setup, I’ll answer any question you have.”

“Hmph. You didn’t say anything about it being a bet.” I pout a bit, but I’m also pretty sure I’ll find out later anyways. So really the question is if I want to play sexy games with Mark. Which I do, but... I feel my face heat up as my imagination goes wild with possibilities and I find my self squirming and twisting my feet on the ground. “Ummm, I… I don’t know.”

Sensing that he’s losing me as my normal shy personality starts to reassert itself, Mark gently rubs his hands down my arms to my ass and slowly pulls me closer while giving my cheeks a light squeeze. He nuzzles his lips into my neck, kissing me lightly upwards towards my ear where he nibbles for a moment on my lower lobe before whispering, “you’ll look so sexy, with toys bound up to you. Like a Christmas present Sasha can unwrap when she gets home.”

His hands slip from my ass and begin teasing my lower lips, making it harder to breathe normally. “Uh, ah… I, um… need to finish some chores. I can’t be, ah, stuck for an hour. Eep!” I exclaim as he lightly flicks my clit after spreading my lips wide and slicking my pussy juices around it.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to move. You just won’t have to worry about anything falling off, or out, while you move.” He pulls back and uses one hand to lift my chin and kiss me gently while the other keeps teasing me below.

I let out a soft whimper as he pulls his lips away but keeps stroking my clit. Putty in his hands, I meekly nod my assent. He smiles and leans over to whisper in my ear, “good girl.” And my pussy spasms hard. I didn’t even know I could do that without orgasming, but I am definitely wet now. I guess it’s kind of hypocritical of me to tease him when I am definitely the most… submissive of the three of us. Yet another whimper escapes my lips as he smiles and rubs his thumb across my trembling lips.

He pulls away and shows me the leather straps in his hand and says, “strip naked for me. You can put clothes on over the toys, but I need full access to secure them first.”

I’m not entirely sure about this, but he already charmed me into agreeing and I’m a man of my word… or whatever. Woman of my word. Woman about to be teased for at least an hour. Confused and a little upset at how easily he got me to agree, I slowly toy with my sweater dress until he leans over and softly kisses me on the lips again, “let me help you,” and suddenly his arms come up and I’m just in my panties and socks. Damn that was smooth… and drafty.

I instinctively cross my hands over my crotch, and then feel silly. He literally just fucked me, and I left my breasts exposed. He smiles at me and lowers his hands to my hips to grip the band of my panties and pull them down entirely. Accepting that this is happening I gingerly step out of them once he has them on the floor, while crossing my arms over my chest. Mark takes a moment to adjust the tangle of straps and then has me step through some of the holes. As he adjusts the straps around me it’s clear that he needs to rig it as it’s not really meant for someone my size. But as he finally figures it out it’s clear that it’s meant to hold an attached dildo or vibrator inside or against my pussy, or both. He loosens it again and pulls it far enough away to attach a small dildo to it before slowly raising it back up to gently touch the dildo against my wet pussy.

“Ready?” He teasingly rubs it up and down my pussy as he waits for me to respond.

“Hmmm, ah.” This whole situation is robbing me of my words more than usual, but as I cover mouth in embarrassment I also nod. He smirks at me and slowly pushes the dildo up and into me. After his previous fucking, its width feels perfect fine. Until he reaches my previously untouched depths, and I gasp again. Clearly confident in his ability to read if he’s gone too far, he ignores my gasp and keeps slowly pushing inside. I squirm and whimper, but soon he is tightening the straps to keep the dildo secure inside of me.

It feels weird, touching me deeper than anything so far but not being nearly as large. I guess this is probably more what regular sex is supposed to be like, rather than the masochistic act of trying to fit his log inside of me. This isn't so bad at all… and Mark pulls out a small egg shaped vibrator. He slips it under the strap and on top of my clit, where he secures it with a clip to the strap but lets its controller dangle by the cord between my thighs. He gives it a few light tugs in different directions to make sure it’s nice and secure. The rubbing along my clit makes my breath come out more ragged than before, and I already feel so flushed I can’t resist the urge to cover my face as he secures me.

I hear him chuckle before he pulls my hands down and kisses me softly. At this point my whole body feels like an erogenous zone and I let out a soft keening noise at his touch. He hasn’t even turned it on yet. I am screwed.

“Ha-half an hour. I still have chores to do…” I desperately try to negotiate. I am not going to survive an hour of this.

“Ah ah ah. A deals a deal. One hour. Besides, I promise not to get in your way any further. Feel free to do all the chores you want.” Before I can respond, he reaches down to the small controller between my thighs and flips its switch. Suddenly my whole body goes ridged, and I only don’t fall because I lean forward into Mark who holds me up. I mewl into his shoulder as the small egg torments my clit. Between myself, Sasha and Mark I’ve definitely played with my clit a decent bit now, but that’s all been fingers. Nothing that can match the rapidity of a motor. My knees feel weak and I almost collapse to my knees, but Mark holds me up… and reaches down to the dildo inside me and flips a switch on its base.

“Ow, pffffuck!” Mark cries out as I bite down in surprise into his shoulder, but it’s hard to care as my body shakes and quivers with an orgasm ripping through me. I whimper and mewl even as he gently pries my mouth from his flesh. Luckily I didn’t bite too hard, but I can’t appreciate that too much as I still can’t hold myself up under my own feet with the toys still prolonging my suffering bliss.

Mark rubs his shoulder and bops me on the nose playfully as I pant heavily against him, “bad girl,” he chides me softly. “You didn’t even last a minute. And you still have an hour.”

“Hmmm, nahh… thath naht… haahh,” I try to protest, but my mouth won’t cooperate while shivering with continuous orgasmic shocks running through me as I’m held hostage by the merciless toys inside me. He can’t seriously expect me to keep going. I lost, I accept my defeat! Spare me! “Pees… ah!”

Effortlessly guessing my complaint, Mark shakes softly with laughter, “I never said the bet would end early just because you lost. Didn’t you have chores you wanted to finish?”

“N-nooo, eh… ffffuck…”

Mark smirks and gently lifts me back up as I keep whimpering and mewling in his arms. He carries me back out into the master bedroom and then out into the living room where he sits me down on the recliner and kisses me softly on top of my head as I squirm and pant in my seat. He chuckles and then goes to get a small hand held extractor. It’s hard for me to focus on anything, but I still pout as I realize he’s content to leave me here to squirm while he just cleans up the mess we left on the couch earlier.

I do not manage to complete any chores.