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“Damn,” I swore as I saw what time it was. I had told Wendy that I’d be home in time for dinner at 6, and now it was 6:20. I had stayed at the bar for “just one more” with the guys and now I was late. I hoped she wasn’t too upset. I know she puts a lot of effort in making everything just right and it irks here when her plans get shot.
I let myself in and hoped I could play it off. “Hi baby, I’m home”. I moved into the dining room and saw that the table was already set. The nice plates were set out with candles already burning. “Crap,” I again swore to myself.
Wendy came into the room carrying a platter, “Hi Jeremy. You seem to be a bit tardy. Something keep you?” She was a vision of loveliness. She had a long sensual body with a lovely black dress that hugged her lithe curves. She came over to me and took me by the hand and led me to my seat.
“I’m sure you had a valid reason, now why don’t we sit down; we don’t want the food to get even colder.”
I sighed. “Looks like you got by this time,” I thought to myself. I sat down and saw a lovely dinner of glazed chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans laid out before us. I served Wendy first, then myself and sat back.
“Oh, almost forgot the apéritif,” Wendy smiled, “I fixed you a special drink.” With this, she handed me a glass. She took up her own which was filled with what was apparently wine. “Bottoms up, Jeremy. I know you like a nice jack and diet at the end of a hard day.”
I took a long draught and licked my lips. “Thanks sweetie, that’s really thoughtful of you.”
Her grin grew even more devilish, “You are so welcome, but don’t thank me just yet. “
We started in on dinner and soon I began to get tired. At first I thought it was just the long day catching up to me, but soon realized that the room was starting to spin. I looked up at Wendy who was now just watching me with her chin resting in her hands. Her elbows were on the table and her grin was growing. I tried to stand, but slipped back down to the chair.
Wendy stood and came over to me, “Oh poor Jeremy. I guess I forgot to tell you that Ambien and alcohol don’t mix. Seems it can intensify the effects.” Anything else she said was lost in the fog that was quickly coming over me. I made one more effort to gain my feet, but to no avail and I slid into a dark stupor.
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Sometime later I awoke to darkness. My head was still foggy and I couldn’t see. Blinking my eyes I realized something wasn’t right. Confused, I tried to move and discovered that I was flat on my back and seemed incapable of movement. The dazed feeling was still on me and I tried to figure out my predicament, but without success. “Hey,” I managed to feebly cry out. “What’s going on?”
After a few minutes of unsuccessful attempts at finding out where I was, or regaining my sight, I finally heard footsteps. I stopped moving and crying out. I sensed a silent presence close to me, and a chill went over me, not knowing what was happening.
“Well, my pet,” I heard Wendy say in her sultry deep voice. It was well above me, but then came close to my head. “It seems you are in quite the pickle here. You ‘inconvenienced’ me by being unable to make it to my dinner at the required time, a delectable meal that I made so lovingly for you. I guess you will now be inconvenienced for my benefit.”
“What’s going on? Where am I?” I asked
“Oh, I moved you to the guest room while you were unconscious. I also took the liberty of making you more ‘presentable’ and in a much more useable position, would you like to see?”
My eyes were stunned by a sudden light. It seems she had me blindfolded before, and that was taking away my sight. My eyes blinked several times, and the scene swam before me. I guess the ambient was still in my system. Once my eyes focused I could see Wendy crouching down next to me. Shifting my head left and right all I could see was a small wooden box framing my face with my neck being held down by the bottom section. I tried to move without success. I was flat on my back stretched out on her floor.
“Oh, don’t worry about going anywhere, Jeremy. I’ve also taken the liberty to attach your hands to the box frame and your legs are held down by some eyebolts I put into the floor. Mister, you are going to have to pay the price for making me wait for you. You are not going anywhere until I say so. I finished the dinner, but I think you missed yours. I guess I’ll have to give you something else to eat, won’t I?”
She then reached over and took what looked like the lid from a toilet seat and rested it on the edges of the box frame surrounding my head. It rested at the level of my face. She then turned around and straddled my body. I could see that she had removed her skirt and was naked from the waist down.
Slowly she sat backwards and I saw her rear inexorably moving towards my helpless face. She slowly sat down on the seat, and her rear was pressed lightly against my forehead, her pussy lips grazing my nose. Most of the light had been cut off from her body, but enough remained for me to appreciate the predicament that I was in. I tried to move, but felt the straps on my ankles preventing my legs from shifting, and my wrists were up against my head, on the outside of the box. I pulled helplessly against my ties, my torso writhing on the cold floor.
“You better start licking me, and do a good job, dear. If you don’t, the repercussions could be severe.” Right then, I felt a sharp pain strike my exposed manhood.
“Augh,” I realized in my addled state how correct she was. Wendy is quite merciless when her Dark Goddess makes an appearance. I quickly got to work. I stuck out my tongue and found that her lips had become swollen and her sweet nectar was already flowing. I guess getting me “prepared” had already gotten my mistress slightly aroused.
Wendy began to moan and move her hips. She always likes to sit on my face and let me eat her out. “That’s it baby, keep licking me. Don’t forget about my other hole while you’re down there. Do a good job! If you leave me unsatisfied I’ll just have to leave you there ‘till morning.”
I alternated my talented tongue between her wet pussy and her tight puckered little hole. She was squealing with delight as I pushed my thrusting tongue past the tight muscles. I tried to shift my position, but was helpless to do so, and my neck was beginning to feel the strain. It was very claustrophobic, her sitting on top of my face, blocking all my sight by her shapely backside, and my head held tightly down in her smother box.
I felt her lean forward, she reached down and grabbed my penis which had become turgid. “Hey, you are not going to be getting any enjoyment out of this, Jeremy. You might as well get that thought out of your head.”
Finally, my questing tongue did its job and I heard Wendy scream on top of me. She was humping up and down, squashing my nose into her rear as my tongue attempted to get as deep as possible into her wet channel. She gave a final shudder and collapsed forward, her hands resting onto my tight stomach.
She sighed and climbed off the box, finally giving me some air. “Can you let me go now, baby? I think I repaid you for my transgression?” I asked of her.
“oooh, that was a good orgasm pet. However, as you didn’t see fit to consider my hard to be of any importance, I decided to throw a party for some of my friends from work. I bet they’ll appreciate my hard work and cooking. You’re just going to have to stay here. Maybe I’ll even use your helpless body as a special treat for them, would you like that? How would you like to be the special desert I told them I had prepared?”
Too shocked for words, I just stared at her, open-mouthed and watched her leave. I pulled helplessly against the ropes, but could not free myself. Wendy slowly sauntered to the hallway, turning out the light and shutting the door behind her.
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