Me and Silver have known each other for about 4 years. Silver's parents were hippies and blessed her with the name from The Lone Ranger's horse. (She still hasn't forgiven them.) She's a freelance economics journalist and author, which nets her a good amount of income. About 5'1", her waist-length platinum blonde hair that's almost always in "schoolgirl" braids, her skin is a very interesting shade of cream, and they frame her green eyes in a unique and interesting manner. She does yoga 3 times a week and stays in very, very good shape.

She enjoys that I'm 6 feet tall, and that my well-muscled body shows how often I go to the gym. I am a very successful independent market analyst (day trading, though I rarely do any trades) which nets me more than my fair share of income. Silver also enjoys my deep blue eyes, and I've caught her getting lost in them more than once.

We aren't exactly a couple, and we do date other people, but...well...it's complicated. We're both aggressive, controlling people, but we have common sexual interests, and being partially out of control is exciting to each of us. We live together (it's cheaper) but we have separate beds in separate rooms. We usually have lunch together but not dinner.

Silver always wears a black leather choker around her neck. She's worn it everywhere -- with her bikini on the beach, on classy dates, professional interviews, and even on saturdays in sweats. The choker would usually not be too amiss, but what dangles from it gets her a lot of attention. It's the key to my heart.

See, one of Silver's biggest turn-ons is having a big strong guy like me under her thumb. She locked me in this chastity device 3 years ago, and has kept me in it since, wearing the key *everywhere* as a reminder to me. She even has a photograph of herself wearing it in her latest book.

My chastity device has a ring which goes around my cock and balls, an insertable part that goes inside my dick, and a hidden lock that holds the two parts together through my PA piercing. I can't fuck anything when I'm wearing this, and it's too difficult to masturbate with it either, but it makes my cock and balls press against my underwear and pants when I walk around. It's a big turn-on, and very frustrating.

But I'm not the submissive in our relationship. Far from it, I hold the same control over Silver; I just don't need a device for that. A traveling hypnotherapist passed through my town a few years ago, and he was selling tapes for everything from quitting smoking to weight loss. I paid him a small fee, and got a special tape made for Silver. She listens to it every night before sleeping, and she's more confident than ever. She also hasn't orgasmed since she first listened to the tape.

Well, not on a regular basis, anyway. She doesn't realize it, but the "relaxation and confidence" tape I gave her implanted a suggestion into her mind so she can't orgasm without my permission. Mine and mine alone. She's free to masturbate and screw any guy she wants, but she *can not* orgasm without my command. She's realized this, and hates it, but she can't change it.

When I say "Silver, cum for me, now!" she begins orgasming. When I say "Silver, stop cumming, now!" she'll stop. Her body will keep orgasming until I tell her to stop, or until she passes out, whichever happens first. As time has passed, me just saying "Silver" has become a turn on to her, and usually gets her wet. She hates to have me call her in the grocery store.

Something that both of our careers affords us is a great deal of freedom, and this lends itself to a lot of spontineity. Recently me and Silver decided to take a week and disappear to Puerto Vallarta. She let me handle the travel arrangements, and handle them I did. Instead of booking a flight directly there, I worked out an arrangement that would save us quite a bundle. First, we would take a 3-hour bus ride to the larger airport 1 city over, then it's a long flight to Mexico, followed by a 2-hour van ride to our resort. Yes, we saved a lot of money, and greatly increased the travel time.

I didn't bother to tell Silver about the precise details of our trip; merely that it would take a little longer. I think she was expecting an 8-hour layover in Dallas.

The day before we were supposed to leave, I told Silver I'd take care of packing her stuff for the trip. She thought I was being nice and hoping to get a little action on the trip. She never suspected what I had in store for her. That night, we played "robber barons" where she hides something of mine and I have to catch her and "torture" its location out of her. Being a pragmatist, she hid my cell phone. After a long and enjoyable race around our house, she let me catch her, handcuff her, and carry her up to my bedroom, where I would "interrogate" her. I started by taking off her panties and tying her feet together, and tickling them. She giggled and thrashed but wouldn't talk.

Then I moved to step 2 of my "interrogation": I stuck a butt plug up her butt. She fought at first, but couldn't resist and eventually gave in. She denies it, but I think she likes having her hot little ass full. I started tickling her thighs, and rubbing her pussy but she still woudn't speak. So I moved on to the next step. Going back to her room, I grabbed something from her fetish collection: a hobble skirt. This one was ankle-length and latex, and held her legs tightly together. I slid this on her and zipped it up, fusing her legs together. She tried to thrash around some more, but her mobility was more limited now.

Since she still wouldn't talk, I moved on. Rolling her over on my bed, I climed up and sat almost on her thighs, pressing my cuckolded cock firmly into her ass crack so she could feel it pulsing. I reached under her and started caressing her pert breasts as I nipped and kissed her neck, whispering lust into her lovely skin. As I began to pinch her left nipple and grope strongly at her right boob, she started to moan and beg "Please...please..." softly into the pillow. Her hands, bound behind her, groped at my tight abs, trying to find my pants and my bound cock, but they failed. I spent several minutes on top of her, slowly grinding my downturned cock into her ass, pushing the butt plug in with each thrust, as my hands continued to roam and play with her breast mounds and I licked, kissed, and nibbled around her neck and shoulders. After a few long minutes, she was begging very loudly to cum. I said to her "Silver, cum for me," and she tensed, right on the edge. She couldn't cum until I said "now," and I wanted tonight to be all about teasing.

I slowly got up off her, and went into my closet. I came back out with one of my favorite toys: a latex sheet. This one had eyelets along two edges, and would lace up like a corset. It could be used as a corset, but it was much thinner and had no specifc shape. I lifted Silver up with one hand on her shoulder, pulling her torso up just enough to slip the latex sheet under her. It was long enough to reach from her waist to her shoulders, and I positioned it just for that. I took Silver's hands and untied them, and she just let them slide to the sides of her body. That was fine for me. I brought the edges of the latex wrap around and started threading a sturdy rope through the eyelets, wrapping her arms to her body.

I got to the top, and tied it off. She was completely helpless now, and very attractive. But I was in no position to do anything about that, so I got one last piece of the puzzle. Leaving her for just a second longer, I went to the cupboard above the fridge and got my phone, then stopped at her room and grabbed her (least) favorite pair of 7" heels. She paraded around on these sometimes when she wanted my attention, and her female friends never understood how she could walk in such painful shoes for more than a few minutes. What they didn't know is that I never let her walk in them for that long.

Walking back to my room, I put my phone on my bedside table and started putting the shoes on her feet. She has lovely feet, and she keeps them in great condition. I caressed them a little before putting the shoes on, and she moaned lightly, enjoying it. These shoes were unique -- black and shiny, having a flat toe and a reinforced sole, with a strap running all the way up to her ankle, where it buckled and locked. The lock was built into the buckle. The entire look of the shoe was one of fancy elegance, and in no way hinted at the restriction or bondage purposes that it was actually made for. With the ankle strap properly tightened, not only would the wearer be unable to flatten her feet because of the strap, it was tight enough that it kept her from straightening out her Achilles tendon, so she *had* to walk on her toes.

One of the items I grabbed from Silver's room was her fancy black bikini. I grabbed the thong from it and stuffed it in her mouth, then took a padded leather hood and wrapped it around her head. This one was designed for long-term use and wouldn't leave pressure marks on the wearer's skin. It forced her mouth shut and covered her eyes, but was soft and had a bit of give to it. It's not the most secure hood in the world, but it's very comfortable.

So Silver was locked down tight, enjoying her bondage but still desperately wanting an orgasm. I decided to be generous, and whispered through the holes in the hood, into her ear: "Silver, cum for me, now." She began moaning and arching her back, desperately trying to grind her mound or her breasts against...anything. She was tired from the game, and it was late, so after about 3 orgasms and a good hour of thrashing, she slowly wound down to random twiches. I whispered to her but she was out cold.

We had to get an early start to catch the bus, and I didn't want to wake her, so I left her tied up. After a short sleep for me, cuddling her bound body in my arms, I got out of bed and gently bent her body at the waist, easing her into a doubled-up position. I took her silvery braids and wound them behind her head, around both legs, and back, where I tied them together. I took a headphone speaker and taped it against her ear as gently as I could, plugging it into a walkie-talkie, which I clipped to the latex sheet against her chest. Then I took an old Army duffel bag and gently slipped her inside. I asked again and she was still out. That must have been quite a powerful set of orgasms she had.

I took the duffel bag and my other luggage, a day pack with a couple days of clothes, and put them on the porch. After locking up the house, I grabbed my bags and walked the mile to the bus station, gave them my ticket, and waited by the bus. The bus driver was greatful for my help stowing my duffel bag, and I didn't think he wanted to lift a 95-lb bag. Silver still wasn't moving around, and i wasn't surprised since it wasn't 8 hours since we started playing last night, and she was a sound sleeper.

After about 20 minutes of bus travel, I was sure she was awake. I pulled my walkie-talkie out of my day pack, and quietly said "Silver, cum for me, now." I didn't hear anything, over the freeway din of the bus, but I'm sure she heard me.

I napped for a couple hours on the bus, and woke up just as we were pulling off the freeway and into the airport. "Silver, stop cumming, now," I whispered into the walkie-talkie.

About 20 minutes later, the bus was stopped in front of our terminal, and I got off and collected my duffel. As I walked into the airport, with Silver on my back, I'm sure I felt her move and shift inside the bag. I'm not surprised; the sleepy head should be awake by now. I headed into a secluded corner of the airport where I knew nobody would go. I undid the clasp to the duffel, and reached in and undid the hood covering her face. She was grateful but annoyed at me, and was a little sore from the ride. She could never get mad at me after I had made her cum, no matter how mean I had been.

I undid her hair from around her legs and helped her out of the duffel.

"Thanks. Can I change clothes now?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, handing her the top half of her fancy black bikini.

"That's not what I meant," she said, "didn't you bring a shirt?"

"No. You look so attractive in this that I didn't think about any shirts."

"So you expect me to wear just a bikini top for 8 days straight?"

"The hotel has a laundry service, and the beach is secluded."

She sighed with some exasperation, and asked, "Could you...untie me, please?"

Turning to the wall, she let me untie the latex sheet, freing her arms. As she tied her bikini top on, she said: "Let me guess, you didn't pack pants, either?"

"Only a skirt," I said.

"Ha ha, very funny," she said with a straight face. I grinned at her.

"Do I at least have panties?"

I reached into the duffel and handed her the ones she'd been sucking on all night.

"No thanks," she said with further exasperation.

Silver began to walk towards the ladies' room in 3" steps, making it look easy and natural, as I rolled the duffel into my day pack. It fit perfectly. I went to the men's room, and was waiting for her by the time she got out.

Having no problems boarding, we soon found ourselves on the plane. Once we were in the air, I reached over and poked Silver, who was trying to watch one of the in-flight movies.

"Silver, cum for me," I said to her.

She turned a good shade of crimson, and I made a kissy face at her.

"Now?" she begged.

I shook my head 'no'. 5 minutes went by, and I poked her again.

"Silver, cum for me."

"Now, please?" she begged, putting a hand into my lap. She was bright red, and wanted it badly enough that she wouldn't have minded the entire flight knowing it.

"No, later," I replied, grinning cheesily.

I kept this up for the next 2 hours, until she started crying and hitting me. I grabbed her around the shoulders and cuddled her, kissing her forehead and telling her I'd stop. She calmed down, and went to the bathroom. After she got back I made good on my promise and didn't tease her for the rest of the flight.

After we landed and unboarded the plane, I dug the van ticket out of my day pack. Feigning surprise, I said "Oh no, I forgot your ticket at home!"

Silver, being no idiot to my ways, just rolled her eyes and started looking for a secluded corner to become luggage again. As she was trying to slide into the duffel bag, I pulled the strings on her bikini top. She gasped at me and tried to grab for it, but I was too quick. Looking at me with annoyance, she quickly wrapped the latex sheet around herself again, and waited patiently while I tied it back onto her. She refused to put the panties back in her mouth, but I held her nose until she inhaled through her mouth, and after a few long seconds she opened her mouth to breathe, accepting the panty with little fight. I quickly tied the hood back on her before she could fight more, and slipped her back into the duffel bag. Slinging her over my shoulder, I felt her shift around but not too much.

The van ride to the resort was almost empty, and I sat the duffel on the seat next to me, laying it across my lap and holding onto it casually. The ride was scenic but rough, as we took a dirt road most of the way there. Silver must have really been enjoying that butt plug right about now.

I carried my "luggage" to the resort. The young mexican girl at the desk inquired about my other guest. I told her that my friend was delayed, and would be on eventually. I got my key and went to our first-floor room. This was not a value resort, and this was far from the cheapest room in the place. Through the main door past the front desk, the villa opened to an olympic size pool, which was surrounded by a variety of very colorful and exotic plant-life. There was a 24-hour restaurant with a full bar, and tables near the pool, in the dining room, and on the beach. Our room was off the main villa, and through our door was another amazing room: the first room was a spacious, conservative lounge room. There was a kitchenette off to one side, and the bedroom off to the other. Those two rooms connected, and each had their own door. The deluxe bathroom was in the middle, with a door in both the kitchenette and the bedroom. Both the kitchenette and the bedroom opened onto a patio directly on the beach, with the water just 30 feet away. I was amazed by the view. I dropped my "luggage" on the bed, and I changed into my swimsuit.

I thought about to just running out into the ocean, but I thought about Silver and felt bad. So I opened the duffel and slid her out, standing her up on her painful but stunning shoes. My cuckolded cock throbbed painfully in its cage as I looked up and down at this amazing and helpless beauty.

I undid the hood over her head and pulled out the panties, then before she could speak I grabbed her head and kissed her, longer and harder than I have since we were dating. Then, while she was still stunned, again before she could speak, I whispered in her ear "Silver, cum for me, now."

As she started to moan and convulse, I lowered her onto the bed. Feeling pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to thrash all the way off the king size bed, I left through the sliding glass door, locking it behind me. I tucked the key into my swimsuit and went out into the water. The sand was perfect, and the water was a sparkling blue. There were many stunningly hot girls and muscly guys tanning and swimming, and I suddenly felt overdressed in my trunks when I noticed they were all nude. In my modesty, I proceeded to jog out to the water, then dive in, swimming out a short distance. There were anchored buoys and nets to keep the more dangerous sea life out of the local bay, and I turned back before reaching those nets. I walked back to the hotel, watching Silver thrash around on the bed. She was amazingly mobile for being so bound. I unlocked the glass door with the sea water still drying. Silver was moaning very loudly, and barely noticed as I picked up her convulsing body. I wrapped her helpless shape in a tight hug, and whispered "Silver, stop cumming, now." Before she could catch her breath, I stuck my tongue back in her mouth and started to grind my restricted cock against her upper thighs.

After our second-longest kiss in several years, I reached down with one hand and groped her ass, helping to grind her lower body into my cock.

"I love you so much. You're so hot." I told Silver.

"You.....Are....Tooo..." she panted in reply.

She just kinda relaxed into me, leaning on me as she kept panting. I eased her onto the bed, and followed, as she caught her breath. She turned her head and looked out the window, getting a first look at the amazing view and the beautiful people. After a couple moments of looking out the window, and me caressing her ear and neck, she turned her head back and raised it up off the bed as well as she could, looking around the suite.

"Where are we? Do they have food here?" She asked. I just grinned as I started untying her.

We had a lovely dinner, she resigned to wearing the bikini top and hobble skirt combo once more -- the bottom part was formal enough to fit in here, and the bikini top was more than most the ladies were wearing. I was really enjoying this resort, and I thought Silver was too, based on the amount of glancing around she did. Our dinner was superb, excellent seafood and titilating conversation. As we walked back to our suite Silver wrapped her hands around my body, leaning on me -- giving herself an excuse to flirt with the waistband of the swim trunks I was still wearing. As soon as we got to our door, she started pulling the waistband down and away from my waist, and had my trunks halfway off by the time I got the door open. She was fondling my cock full on before I got the door shut, and stopped me just inside the door as she knelt down and began to kiss it and rub it. She was turning me on very badly, and was causing my cock great pain as it tried to get hard.

"I want your cock" Silver whispered lustfully.

I put my finger under her chin, and gently nudged her head up. "You already have it. It hangs around your neck."

Silver looked back down, still rubbing and kissing my now pulsing cock."No, I want it in me. I want you in me."

"Sssh," I put my fingers to her lips, "if you want me, unlock me."

Silver grabbed my hips to help her up, making sure to glide her breasts across as much of my body as she could. She grabbed my hand and turned around, and began her mincing march toward the bedroom, myself in tow.

As we got close to the bed, she began to pull the strings on her bikini top. Letting it fall to the ground, she let go of my hand and bent over, pulling up on the zipper of her hobble skirt as she leaned her ass back and ground it into my locked cock.

"Are you self conscious about wearing my jewelry?" Silver asked me, her ass groping my dick.

"I haven't seen any other men wearing anything." I replied without thinking.

"You've been looking at other men?" Silver replied playfully, letting the hobble skirt fall to the ground as she tried to reach up and kiss me.

"Does that excite you?" I asked her as I grasped her hands. "Would you like to see "your" cock in a man's ass? Or maybe another man's cock in mine?"

"I'd like to see "my" cock getting sucked on," she replied with a coy grin.

"I've seen that. It's a good sight,"

"But I can't watch myself."

"We have mirrors."

"That doesn't count." she flirted, and she leaned into me, wrapping one leg around mine.

"Wouldn't you like to go for a swim?" She asked me, innocently. She looked out the window, the last rays of sun playing off the water and the sand.

"I would."

"Then maybe you'll help me with my shoes."

"I'll see what I can do." I knelt down on one knee, and Silver put one shod foot on it, grabbng my shoulders to balance on her other en-pointe foot.

I looked at the buckle, and I looked at the lock. It was still locked firmly, and the keys were safely at home. The strap was a solid padded leather, and the shoe sole strongly reinforced. The shoe couldn't be removed without destroying it, and she couldn't feel *anything* through it, no matter how hard I pressed. Instead of telling her the bad news, I leaned forward and stood up, catching her waist on my shoulder, her upper body dangling down my back. I carried her out the glass door and ran towards the water, throwing her when I was up to my waist. I dove in after her.

She got oriented and found the surface, and struggled to keep her head above the water. I floated around her, watching her naked body struggle so hard.

"I...can't....reach the...bottom..." she said, and I realized she was just barely fighting the recedng tide. Also, she thought she couldn't reach the bottom, but she was actually touching it. Her heavy shoes made moving around even difficult, and she easily sank into the soft sand. I went back behind her and grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her up out of the water. She squealed and started grasping at me playfully. I turned her around and held her up by her ass, her wet boobs hitting me in the face. She recoiled a little, covering her breasts with her hands to protect them from my sharp cheeks.

I carried her out of the water that way, by the ass, and she wrapped her legs around me. My dick was hurting very bad right now, and she was dripping more than she should be. Just before we got to our door, Silver told me to put her down.

"Why?" I asked.

"So I can let my cock be free. Don't you want that? I want that."

"Silver," I said.

"Yeah?" she said, puzzled but turned on.

"Cum for me, now."