The Game 5 - Pride and Prejudice and Blowjobs

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The Game 5 - Pride and Prejudice and Blowjobs

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Pride and Prejudice and Blowjobs

It is a Truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a penis and a wife with a beautiful mouth must be in want of a blow job, said the insubstantial figure.
They had just seen Pride and Prejudice and now Jane Austen had got in the habit of drifting through from time to time and passing comments on their modern, rather ugly world in the more elegant prose befitting an Austen perspective.
Shut up Jane, you ignorant slut!
I do not judge, sir. I merely observe.
And of course you are the Great Observer. But you're also mistaken. There's no problem. She... did that last night.
How does one speak of oral sex to Jane Austen?
Miss Austen, however seemed to want to.
But I believe you had to ask her to use her mouth?
Yes...
And I believe that you always have to ask?
Well, yes, but that's not the point. She isn't obligated to...
No, to be sure. But tell me, when she uses her mouth has she ever let you...?
No! And anyway Miss Austen, surely this cannot be your area of expertise? Did you ever provide that service? Did Elizabeth Bennett?
There was one incident, said Jane wistfully, but alas, I had a rather narrow minded publisher...
At any rate sir, consider my words, said Jane, fading.
Dirty minded spinster, he thought. What does she know?
It wasn't a problem. He wasn't in want.
Well not in want exactly ...

She was working in the garden when Jane's spirit strolled by, talking quietly to herself. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a penis...
“Oh, don't you start, Jane,” she said. “My conscience has already been lecturing me all morning. Two astral presences in one garden in one day is two too many.”
Good day then, said Jane strolling on.
Her conscience had been talking about the Game. It had started almost by accident, a prank. She had tricked him into being tied up. Then she stripped him, dressed him in lingerie and took pictures. It had been very successful, she had got some seriously good pictures and he hadn't been angry about it. Of course then her conscience stepped in and insisted that she reciprocate, so she had to let him strip her naked...
And so the Game began, in its beginning just an erotic game of tit for tat. Quite a lot of tit actually...
Real ones for her, false ones for him.
But lately it seemed to have become something slightly different. It was still erotic, to be sure, but now it was also about pushing limits and facing fears, and trying to say 'yes'. And today her conscience had been particularly eloquent about a fear and a limit of hers which she hadn't addressed.
And now bloody Jane Austen had to stick her oar in as well. It really wasn't fair.
She's right you know, said her conscience after Jane left.
No she's not.
You don't do it very often you know.
I know...
And you do make him ask.
She squirmed.
... he hasn't complained...
Well, he wouldn't, would he?
I don't mind doing it...
Doing it? You mean sucking his penis?
Yes, thank you. Sucking his penis. I quite like to in fact.
But...
Well, for some reason I can't seem to take the initiative... But I know I should.
So maybe tonight I could offer...?
Oh, I think we both know it's going to take a bit more than that. And you've never...
I know! I know!
So you know what you have to do?
Her conscience was right. The bitch usually was.
I think so...
You're going to to tell him that you'll be...
Yes, I know, you told me several times.
You have to tell me.
All right. I'm going to be his..
No, you have to say it out loud. I want you to hear it.
She wondered if other people had problems like this with their consciences.
“I'm going to be his...”
*******************

The day after his tan lines, mostly the lack of them, had been revealed he studied them in the bathroom mirror. She was right, the tan was already fading, and it hadn't been much to start with. He felt oddly disappointed somehow. It would have been interesting to be tanned with bra and panty lines. Well, for a while anyway...
Of course he still had the little black bra and panties. There was nothing stopping him putting them on and lying in the sun for a few hours.
But he didn't feel he could quite do that... could he...?
Well...maybe just for a little while...
He was on the point of putting his bra on when she poked her head in and said,
“Could you meet me on the playground in about, oh 15, 20 minutes? I've got to get something ready.”
He looked at her suspiciously. Invitations like that tended to become...interesting.
“No, you'll like this one, I promise. You won't need your bra,” she added and was gone before he could reply.

*******************

Twenty five minutes later he came out.
“I just wanted to say something...” he began, but then stopped when he turned the corner and saw her.
She was kneeling in the middle of their play area space, her arms behind her, and she was wearing the high heeled shoes.
But nothing else.
He walked around her. She had tied the cords of the restraints to her wrists and then somehow managed to clip the carabiners together behind her back. Then she had hooked her linked wrists to the high heels. Clearly she wouldn't be getting out without his help.

He walked back in front of her and sat down. She wasn't completely nude, he realized. She was also wearing bright red lipstick, which was unusual.
“That's very impressive. You must have practiced. What's the occasion? Not that I don't appreciate it, mind.”
“I told you about my attacks of conscience?”
“And this is the sort of thing she has you do to pay amends? Impressive. You must thank her for me.”
“Yes, well, she's a little bitch sometimes. What did you want to say?”
He tried to remember.
“Say...? Oh, yes. Well, it was two things really. First. I that wasn't upset by the tanning. But sullying our pure perverted play time with a cheap legalism. I'm shocked, shocked!”
She nodded and half smiled.
“I know. Awful wasn't it?”
“Yes it was. Well played.”
“Thank you. And the second?”
“Oh, just something along the lines of revenge being a dish best served...”
“With me tied, on my knees, and naked?”
“Well, yes, it's a very good start. Again very well played.”

He reached out and caressed her breast. A naked kneeling bound girl was so decorative and presented so many possibilities... He was impressed. He knew that she still found it difficult to be totally naked outside. It was why he had given her the bra and panties for the Great Slut Hike.
But this was above and beyond...
“So how long does your conscience say you have to stay tied up? I hope it's a long time. All day would be nice.”
“Oh, this isn't my penance. This is just setting the stage. But all day is definitely planned.”
“You interest me. Tell me more...”
“It isn't really necessary for me to be naked and tied and in heels for what I'm, what she's proposing, but it all adds so much to the visuals and the symbolism, don't you think?”
He had to agree with her.

“Being on my knees is the important and traditional part. Now, apart from all the other stuff I put you through, I've made you use your mouth quite a bit the past few days, and it has been brought to my attention that I haven't returned the favor.
In fact I haven't ever done it near as much as you would like...”
“On the contrary, you do it very well, madam. Your oral exercises have always given complete satisfaction.”
“Pish sir, it is but a polite feminine accomplishment, like playing the piano or speaking French.”
“You don't speak French...'” he started to say.
“Furthermore sir,” she went on,”I should point out that you are addressing a naked, kneeling, bound, willing, extremely wanton female, I can hardly call her a Lady, and we appear to be straying from the fucking point.”
He started to say something but he had to admit she was right.
“No, don't deny it. No man has ever thought he had enough. So I had a long talk with my conscience. And curiously, also Jane Austen. Who would have thought she had Views on such a matter?”
He nodded. He knew.
“Anyway this was what she said I should tell you. I'll do anything you want. Well, I'll do one thing really, but I'll do it for a very long time, here on my knees, naked and tied.”
He nodded.
“I see. Wanton, you say?”
“Extremely wanton,” she said, licking her bright red lips.
“Aha, yes, well, that's a very generous offer. And for how long you say?”
“No time limit. Really. Hours. As many hours as you want.”
“Intriguing. And by anything, you mean...? I just don't want to trip over a legality again.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I thought my ballerina was hard of understanding! Do I have to spell it out?”
“I think perhaps you should...”

“All right,” She took a deep breath. “'I want you to fuck my mouth ! Ok? I want you to put your penis in my mouth and I want to kiss it and suck it and hum sweet melodies to it. I want you to fuck my mouth for a very long time and I want you to come in my mouth and when you've absolutely finished I want you to go away and rest, have a cup of tea, watch some porn, whatever, and then come back here where you will find me tied, kneeling naked, with my mouth open waiting for you to do it all again.
I want you to do it for as long you want, as many times as you want, as many times as you can, for hours and hours and hours. Is that clear enough?”
“Perfectly. Actually I understood perfectly the first time, I just wanted to hear you say it. You're very eloquent. And the lipstick is a good detail. Do you have it handy if it gets mussed?”
She indicated it lying just by her knee.
“Well, you seem to have thought of everything. I'll reapply it should the need arise. Would you like to be blindfolded?”

That appeared to be a detail she hadn't considered, and she didn't speak for a moment as she considered it. Finally she said thoughtfully,
“No, I don't think so. With a blindfold you can kind of pretend you're not there, that whatever is happening isn't really happening to you. You know?”
He nodded.
“I don't want that.. Well, my bitch of a conscience doesn't, I suppose. She doesn't want me to forget for one moment that I am, as she puts it, 'your little cock sucking fuck toy.' She was especially insistent that I tell you that.”
“Your conscience has quite a way with words. She's been talking with Jane as well, I see..”
“I think it was one of Jane's lines actually.”
“Wouldn't doubt it for a minute. All right, I understand. In fact, I think I know something that will help you get your wish.”

He got up and dragged the mirror over to where she knelt and propped it in place. He saw her eyes widen in surprise as she realized what he was doing, but she didn't say anything. He carefully positioned it just a couple of feet away from her at a slight angle.
“There, is that good? Can you see?”
He moved around and looked over her shoulder from her angle.
“Oh yes,” he said, “that's perfect. Your conscience will have a perfect view. She should like that.”
She was completely visible in the mirror, her arms pulled back and secured. They emphasized how unprotected and available her breasts, and more importantly her freshly lipsticked mouth had become. Again she didn't speak, just nodded. She looked a little pale, and he understood why. Even if you thought you knew how you were dressed, or not dressed, seeing the reality was different. It gave you the third person experience. Yes, she'd be able to see. Everything. She wouldn't be able to avoid seeing without closing her eyes. There was no way she was going to be able to separate herself from what she was doing. Just as she wanted.

He said quietly, “Are you sure about this? You don't have to swallow you know..”
She nodded assent and then said in a small voice,
“No, I think I do... the ballerina would like to... perform now, please.”
“Very well.”
He picked up the lipstick and put some on her nipples for good measure.
Then he stood in front of her and pulled down his zipper.
“Open wide... this might take a while...”
There wasn't a lot of the lipstick left by the time they finished.

Epilogue

“Miss Bennett.”
“Mr. Darcy”
“It is a beautiful day today, is it not?”
“Indeed it is sir. Have you any plans?”
“Yes, I rather thought that I would like to take a stroll with you in the garden where I would remove your clothing, put you over my knee and give you a good spanking.”
“That sounds most agreeable sir. In return would you permit me to offer you a blow job?'
“You are very kind, as I know you to be a very skilled fellatrix.”
“Let us proceed, Mr. Darcy.”
“After you, Miss Bennett.”
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