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“The Shackles” is a fictional story. It is a story that I wrote for my “Naked Norwegian”, a “friend” who became my online lover. The relationship is real, but the story is a fantasy that we both enjoyed. It was part of a series of stories that I titled “Letters to my virtual Lover”. It stands alone without the other stories, but having read the Part 01 of my Letters to my Virtual Lover will help explain the relationship between the two of us. I wrote 7 stories for my Naked Norwegian. This is my personal favorite. I hope you enjoy it too.

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It has been a long week. We are both tired. You decide that we deserve a night out. You take me to a somewhat fancy restaurant. I don’t know why you do that because I would be fine with a burger and fries, but you say we are due some fine dining.

The meal is good, the atmosphere is nice. Lights are dimmed in the restaurant. We are basically eating by candle light. You have me drinking wine again. I am starting to not mind it so much. I am getting use to the taste. But I can’t see much difference between one wine and the other. You assure me that there is a big difference. I will take your word for it.

I am wearing heels. I hate wearing heels. At a burger place, I could have worn sneakers, but no, you had to go fancy. My feet hurt, so I take the shoes off. It is so dark in here; it is not like anyone will be able to tell.

I complain that I have a cramp in my right foot. I try to stretch it out. You tell me to give you my foot and you will take care of it. We are sitting across from each other, so I lift my leg and put my foot on your lap. You have moved your chair back a bit so you have room to work. With both hands, you start massaging my foot, stretching out the muscles, pulling on the toes. It takes a couple of minutes, but the cramp finally subsides. I thank you for your help.

As I am about to put my foot back on the floor, you hold it back and tell me you need a massage too. I say sure, swing your foot over my way. You smile and say that is not the kind you want. You move my foot so it is no longer on your lap, but between your legs. Oh, I can feel the bulge in your pants. Has that thing been there all this time?

You realize we are in a restaurant, right? But we are in a dark corner with very few people around you tell me. Yeah, but still… this is not proper restaurant etiquette. You unzip your pants and let your friend out to play. You reposition yourself so my foot is directly against your penis. It is not completely hard, but it is definitely asking for attention.

I sit there for a second, quietly, assessing the situation. I bite my lower lip. I don’t know why, but I do that a lot when I am thinking. You say that drives you mad, so biting my lip is just another thing I do to get you going. I look around. Nobody seems to pay any attention to us. I look at you and I can tell, you don’t think I will do it. You are challenging me, but you don’t believe I will go through with it

I start to move my foot around, up and down your shaft. I am applying firm pressure and doing it slowly. I look you in the eyes as I am doing it. You are looking right back at me, giving me a devilish grin. I keep moving my foot up and down, staring straight at you. You are keeping a straight face, and so am I. I move my foot under your penis, under your scrotum. You look at me and lift your right eyebrow. But still, you keep a straight face. I start to wiggle my toes under your sac. Still you keep your poker face, but you have just taken a deep breath.

I stop for a moment and the waiter comes over to ask if we are interested in dessert. We glance at him momentarily then stare at each other again as you tell him we will wait a bit and digest our meal a little Maltepe Sınırsız Escort longer before the next course. The waiter seems to know something is going on, but doesn’t seem to know what. He also doesn’t seem to care, so he walks away.

My foot goes back to your shaft. Oh, he has gained a bit of straight. I continue to go up and down. I tell you it is a bit dry down there as I slide over the butter dish. Oh, I got the two raised eyebrow look. But you are keeping it cool. You grab your butter knife, put a dab of butter on it and proceed to add the butter to the soul of my foot. You bring both your hands to my foot and you start to smear the butter all over. I tell you not to forget between the toes. Still looking right at me, your fingers masterly execute the task.

I spread my toes apart and grab your penis between my big toe and the next. I glide up and down. I stop at the down, right at the base and I push into the base with a bit more force and I slowly glide back up. I feel like I am trying to get the last of the toothpaste out of its tube. You take a deep breath. Now you are biting your lower lip.

The waiter walks by and you tell him we are ready for the check. You take my foot away from your crotch and you put the little guy away. You excuse yourself to go to the washroom. I smile. I do think I have won this battle.

You are gone for several minutes. When you come back, I am pretty sure you have a wet spot on the front of your pants. Don’t worry, it is dark in here. Nobody else will notice. While you were gone, I managed to wipe the butter off my foot and am back in my heels. We pay the bill and head out the door.

You don’t say much on the way home, but you glance at me every once in a while. You are thinking of something. I am not sure if you are thinking revenge or reward. Either way, I am totally proud of myself.

When we get to the house, you look all business. That is fine, don’t talk to me. See if I care. When you finally speak, you tell me to stay in the living room. You need a few minutes. Sure, whatever you say. I grin, still beaming from my win tonight. You really should know better than to challenge me.

Finally, you come to the living room and you tell me I was a very naughty girl tonight. Do tell! You tell me it is your turn to show what you’ve got. I am sorry, but I just gave you a foot job in a public restaurant. Really, I think I am the champion of the night. You tell me to shut up for a while. How rude! You tell me I need to listen instead of talk. Again, how rude! You then dangle a black satin blindfold in front of me. You tell me to turn around. Oh, interesting. I bite my lower lip again. I turn around and let you put the blindfold on. You take me by the hand and guide me to the bedroom.

As I stand there, you start to nuzzle my neck. You move my hair out of the way. You are standing behind me. That feels good. From behind, your hands reach forward and you start to unbutton my blouse. You slide the blouse off of me. When you are done, still from behind, you reach your right hand under my bra to squeeze my right breast. Oh, that does fell good, but I am still the champion. Your left hand makes its way to my left breast. The bra is pretty tight now with both your hands in there, so you don’t stay there long. You undo my bra hooks and gently lower the bra down my arms. I hear my bra hit the floor. Your hands go back to my breast and you stroke them both while kissing my neck. Ok I am starting to melt a little bit here.

Still reaching from behind, you undo my pants and start to lower them. You stop at the knees and gently rub my inner thighs. You then bring the pants down to my ankle and instruct me to walk out of them. I do as I am Maltepe Suriyeli Escort told. You go back for my underwear. As you lower them below my butt, I feel your lips on my ass, kissing my right butt cheek. You continue on until the underwear is off.

You then turn me around so I am facing you. You grab my breasts and lift them upward. Suddenly, I feel your lips on my left nipple. You suck on it and your tongue is vibrating on it. I puff my chest and take a couple of deep breaths. Ok, maybe I wasn’t the only champion out tonight. I can tell by the moves of your tongue that my left nipple it very erect. It is amazing how you can feel things when you can’t see them. You move over to my right breast and get the same results.

When you are done with my breasts, you take my hands and guide them to your crotch. Through your pants, I can tell your friend was not done playing for the night. He is definitely at attention. You tell me to undo your pants. No big deal. Even with a blindfold, this is an easy task. I skillfully undo your pants and lower them to the floor. I even find my way back on my own to find your penis. I stroke it slow and hard. I feel him getting harder. I can accomplish much more with my hands than I can with my feet. I position my hand with the fingers facing down and I apply pressure to the base of your shaft with the palm of my hand while tapping your balls slightly with my fingers. I am pretty sure your legs just buckled a little bit. Damn I am good.

You put your hands on my shoulders and push down a little, letting me know you want me to get lower. I bite my lower lip once again. I do believe I have told you I could do this with my eyes closed before. I guess it is time for me to prove it. I lower myself to my knees and my hand has just switched to fingers up position. Again, I apply a fair amount of pressure as I push up to the tip of your penis. When I get to the top, I circle the head with my palm and fingers, and then I work my way down again. I repeat this a few times. Then, with one hand at the base, I bend your penis down slightly, aiming toward me. I put both hands, one on top of the other, on your penis so I can gage where the top of it is. I put my mouth at the opening of my hand and slowly lower my hand until I feel your penis with my tongue. There you are. I lick the tip a few times and then start to take you in. The top hand now gives way so my mouth has space. The lower hand stays where it is and starts to move up and down with a firm grip at the base of your rod. My saliva offers plenty of lubrication. You glide in and out of my mouth with ease. Thoughts of my favorite root beer lollipop come to mind as I gobble you up.

My other hand touches your sac. Your testicles seem to be retracting. There is definitely a certain amount of muscle tension down here. I am totally enjoying this as I know I am once again causing your insides to flip. Don’t get me wrong, my insides are flipping too, but they flip most when I know I am getting a reaction out of you. I am pretty sure you are about to explode and I am anticipating the flow. But you stop me before you blow. Come on, I know we are close. Let me finish.

You back out of my mouth and I feel your penis spring up as it exits. It flicks my nose on its way out. I try to catch it with my mouth to bring it back, but I miss it.

You help me up off the floor. You guide me to the bed. I am facing the bed when you tell me to lie down. I go to turn around, but you tell me no. I will be lying face down. Oh, that is new. I climb onto the bed and lay on my belly. You put two pillows under my belly. This isn’t so bad. It is comfortable actually. I feel like I could fall asleep right there. Then I hear the sound of Velcro. Maltepe İranlı Escort I am puzzled. You then take my right wrist and put some kind of fabric bracelet around it. I can tell there is also a buckle on the bracelet that secures the bracelet in place. You continue to put these bracelets on my other wrist and at my ankles. Then I feel a pull of my arm as you seemingly attach the bracelet to some kind of cord. Are you tying it to the bed post? I go to ask, but you tell me not to speak. Seriously, we have to work on your manners. It doesn’t take long before all four limbs are held tight with these fabric shackles.

I am not uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, I am enjoying the tension in my limbs. I feel you squirt something on my back. It smells nice, like cinnamon. You climb onto the bed, and you are between my knees. I suddenly feel your hands on my back. You start to massage with symmetrical moves on both sides of my back. You reach to the sides of my back and catch the edge of my breasts. I take a deep breath. You come back to the same area, but bring your hands forward to cup my breasts. You give them a playful squeeze. You return to my back. You are actually good at this. I am feeling very relaxed.

As you glide your hands on my back, I feel you putting more of your weight on me. I can tell you are leaning in more than you were before. I start to feel your rod gliding along my butt crack. I squirm a little. My breath quickens slightly. As your hands make their way to my shoulders, I feel your shaft go up the crack. And when you get to my lower back, the penis glides back to where it is no longer touching me. But I want it to touch me.

You stop to apply more oil, but this time, you focus on my butt. You are not exactly gentile about it. You apply a good amount of pressure. Your massage makes its way to my legs, right where they meet my derrière. As you massage up, you spread my cheeks a little. And then you do it again. I feel you put a finger in my vagina. I am wet, very wet. I hear you lick your finger. You retract for a moment. I feel you lean over to grab something on the bed, to my left.

I hear a humming. Oh,oh! I feel one of your hands between my legs, spreading my labia and then I feel it, the vibration. Holy crap. This is where I start to pull on my shackles. I squirm. I try to sit up, but my legs won’t bend. I tilt my pelvis, but I am not sure if I should be trying to get away or trying to get in closer. You leave the vibrator under my clit and I feel your hands around my vagina. I hear the familiar sound of you stroking your penis and then I feel you penetrate. Oh Good Lord! I pull harder on my restraints. This is getting intense.

In and out, over and over again. You are reaching new depths I feel like I am going to explode. You quicken your pace, but not before adjusting the vibrator to a higher setting. Seriously, is this torture or ecstasy? I can’t tell anymore. And just when I think it can’t get any worse (or better), you make another adjustment. Oh my God, I am now officially a screamer. I never wanted to be a screamer, but here I am. I am moaning, groaning and whatever else kind of “ing” that means I have lost all my senses.

I can’t wait for you. I go into a massive orgasm. Every muscle in my body is in spasm right now. I tilt my pelvis as much as I can to move away from the vibrator. You manage to get yourself out of me and you move the vibrator slightly to the side. Then I hear the slapping sound of your hand seemingly violently stroking your penis. Moments later, I feel your hot liquid spraying my back. My body is still reeling from your touch. It takes me a minute to catch my breath.

You undo the restraints, remove the blindfold and you rub my back with a towel. It takes all the strength I have just to turn around. You lie beside me and ask what I think. I tell you that you win. You are definitely the champion tonight. I try to look defeated, as if disappointed, but I really don’t mind these kinds of loses. You can win again tomorrow night if you feel up to it.

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