What can I say? I'm convinced Young-gai is magical. How else could she make me feel so good? She's made it an incredible evening so far, but soon it will be my turn to make it something even more special. I've been thinking about this evening for weeks, and preparing everything I need to make it come off perfectly.
Young-gai is pure Korean in form and figure, and pure American in thinking when it comes to romance. She's a delight to talk with: she's knowledgeable in so many fields, and she uses that knowledge to understand me, not contest me with some pundit's position-de-jour. She's been such a pleasure to look at with deep clear skin, long straight hair, dark almond eyes, slim hips and tight tummy. She's been a pure pleasure to sit with as she cuddled beside me -- her body language speaks of pleasure each time I move my arm around her back or lean next to her to emphasize a point.
But then did I expect less? Of course not! She's an Omega Meta Phi lady. This is Rushmore's first year as a four year school, but the O's have already decided they will be the trophy lady sorority.
There are only seven in the house. I know because I've dated five of them, and I'm getting frustrated as hell that I can't make time with even one. This should not be! The sixties had John Kennedy, the nineties have Bill Clinton, the tens will have me. I'm on the move, and I need a trophy lady to add jet propulsion to my career.
It's time to move beyond teasing; tonight it's time for a new tactic in dealing with these "O" ladies.
The O's have a lot in common, one thing is novelty doesn't frighten these ladies. So as Young-gai and I get back in the car after dinner, I tell her to open the glove compartment. "Interesting", she says as she pulls out the handcuffs, "Who are these for?"
"Someone who's interested in a date with more than dinner, movie and a good night kiss." I say.
She looks them over and tries the one of the latches. The distinctive staccato rasp of a precision ratchet fills the car. The manacle is not locked around anything, but Young-gai checks and it's securely locked.
"The keys are in the white envelope -- on a long chain you can put around your neck." I say.
She laughs lightly, "You're surely not expecting me to put these on." but she doesn't put them back, either. As I drive, and we talk, she continues to play with them. Soon the other side is locked.
"Now comes the critical moment." I think. Inwardly I sigh, basking in success, as she pulls out the white envelope and opens it. The keys come out, she opens the manacles, and giggles a bit as she puts the key chain around her neck. We arrive at the movie parking lot, and she stows the whole mess, but as soon as were back, she has the glove compartment open again.
By the time I park in front of the sorority house, she's handcuffed herself a couple times, and used the key to get free. She's comfortable with them, and has them on as I stop. I get out and run around to make like a gentleman and help her out of the car. As she stands, I help her out of her cuffs, too. I use the key around her neck, and make sure I'm rubbing her breasts with my forearms as I do it.
When they are off, I kiss her hard. I back her into the car, press her there with my hips, and slide my hand up under her sweater. Her breast is small and soft, and she sighs deeply and relaxes into me. I press her breast firmly and move the nipple around in a small circle. The nipple rolls over her ribs and I get another sigh of delight. The O's draw the line at sexual intercourse, but anything short of that is fine as long as it's done with panache.
When she is quite relaxed, I break off, spin her around and pull her elbows behind her, her hands follow and rest side-by-side over her behind. She is silent as the manacles rasp around her wrists one more time, now with her hands behind her, and far, far away from the key bobbing gently against her chest. I run my hands up her arms, then spin her around once more to kiss her. Her body says she's definitely delighted with the turn of affairs.
After I've drunk my fill of those willing lips and ground those willing hips against the car, I walk her to the kitchen door. Before I do, I grab a gym back from the car bring it along. Young-gai looks a little perplexed.
"All part of a night's novelty." I say. She shrugs; we continue to the door.
"I keep the key in my pocket." she says as she brings her hands around to point at her right front jeans pocket. I thrill as her hands come out of the shadows and the bands of shiny metal that hold them gleam in the night. The cuffs seem loose, they look as if they could slide up and down her thin arms clear from wrist to elbow, but they are sufficient. Her wrists are held together behind her, she is helpless and in my power. I slide my hand into her pocket and feel the flat tummy and wide hip bone that give her that striking figure. She looks comfortably into my eyes. I give her a light kiss as I find the key.
We tiptoe into the kitchen. The light is on, but the house is quiet. I leave Young-gai in the kitchen as I look quickly into the living and dining rooms; we are alone. Young-gai stands patiently in the center of the kitchen, watching me. She moves her elbows a bit closer together, which pokes her shoulders forward in a delightful way. Her breasts would bounce too, if it weren't for her bra. I'll fix that soon... soon. I lightly kiss Young-gai a couple times, then spin her to face way from me and pull her back into my chest. I bring my hand to her throat. The grip is playful and light. I slide my hand around on her neck to relax her and tell her with my body language that the grip is half massage and half subduing clutch.
Quietly, but in my best tough policeman act I say, "All right, lady. Up against the counter there, and spread 'um." She stays in full contact with me as we short step to the kitchen counter, once her tummy touches it, she starts sliding her feet sideways. I reach my hand between her legs and push on her thighs to bring the legs a half step backwards and wider than she reached. As I bring my hand out I brush her crotch and a hear a little moan of pleasure in reply. "All right!" I think. Base number two has been reached, and my thrill grows ten fold.
In the gym bag is rope: thick, braided nylon rope, lots of it, cut to four- and six-foot lengths. Nylon has a wonderful feel on the skin. A thick braided rope doesn't tangle easily, and can be wrapped around wrists and knotted in seconds. It is the choice for comfortable bondage.
I pull out two lengths. The first goes around Young-gai's elbows, she moves them closer so her arms shift to side-by-side down her back. I don't pull them any tighter than she can, doing so would cut off blood after a few minutes, and my plans for this evening call for her to have more than a few minutes of "Mr. Nylon's embrace." I remove the cuffs, then cinch her wrists together once more, with rope. I help her stand straight once more.
She is a sight. Straight hair falling over her shoulders to below her shoulder blades, dark hair draping over white nylon bonds, arched back and arched arms, long legs and long neck... I turn her around and look again. Her breasts... they're classic Asian, which means they aren't jutting, but they are there showing off--just below the bulges her pulled back shoulders make, and they're looking oh so feminine. I kiss her some more and slide my hand under her sweater once again. This time I also slide my hand a little way into her jeans.
I remember the first time I slid my hand into her crotch. She whispered, "I have something to tell you."
"I know, I know. You're a virgin." I whispered back then, "I can live with it, if you can." and my hand stayed in her crotch without further protest. Women enjoy my touch, and Young-gai was not the first O-girl I dated.
This time I rub her tummy just down to the pubic hair, then I break off and pull my hand out.
"Who's the lightest sleeper?" I say. Young-gai looks at me curiously.
"I told you, tonight was going to have more than a good night kiss." I kiss her lightly.
She looks at me more curiously. Then grins a little, "So you've got something real novel in mind. Let me think, that would be Suzanne."
"Lead me to her room, quietly."
Young-gai pouts and rubs me with her breasts, "Only if I get another kiss, first." I comply enthusiastically. I've reached base three.