Pinned

I was at team trivia with a bunch of bdsm devotees, myself included. I was alone, no wife or g/f, but seated across from a cute lady, whom I had incorrectly assumed was a bottom. Boy, was I wrong ! We chatted pleasantly, and got around to likes and dislikes, and identification in the lifestyle. I knew she was a "puppy girl" and liked being leashed, and eating and drinking from dog bowls, along with other puppy responsibilities. I did not know she occasionally, topped. I expressed surprise, but, probably some doubt, too. She told me to put my right hand onto the table, flat. I did, and she locked my middle finger into a boxed position, with her fingers, and she pinned my middle finger to the table with the long nail of her index finger. Instant, blazing pain, and helplessness, as her syrupy brown eyes bored right through me.

" Hurts, doesn't it ? ", she asked, smiling. " Can't move, can you ? " I not only couldn't, I didn't want to. I fell into the vacuum of her dark eyes. " No m'am, " I answered quietly. She smiled and dug harder. I got rock hard from both the pain and the lack of control. I furtively looked around and nobody else seemed to notice.

" Are you hard ? " she asked, quietly. I nodded, meekly. She smiled broadly, and whispered, " Okay, listen to me. Very carefully, reach into your pants and get yourself off, in your hand. I mean, come in your hand. Then, let me see it. Do it, now !" I looked around, and did as she requested. She had my right hand pinned as I rubbed one out with my left.. We tried conversing as I did so. It made no sense at all. I came in no time at all, and slowly withdrew two fingers with an ample amount of pearly white sperm. I reached over to a cocktail napkin by her plate, and rubbed the come on it. She smiled, and picked it up, flicking out her hot tongue and slurping it up. She released me, the pain increasing as blood flow returned. I swooned, and she smiled, all sex.

I had the occasion to mention it to her five years later. She didn't remember it, at all. Or, maybe she didn't want to. I was, and remain, crestfallen.

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