Fleur’s Silky Knickers

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Fleur's Silky Knickers Fleur let herself back into the house soon after 9am, having run a couple of early errands, and all was quiet. It was time to make the most of the situation, and she headed upstairs to get a bath running for an uninterrupted soak, having not had time for a shower the day before. Clean hair and fresh clothes for the rest of the day were to follow.

There was a reason the house was quiet, though, and glancing into the bedroom, she could see that, as per her instructions, Rob was lying in bed wearing a snug spandex hood. The outline of a blindfold and gag could be seen under the shiny black fabric. Under the covers, he was naked, save for the unforgiving tight pair of pink thong knickers she had chosen for him to wear over his chastity.

Finally, and obediently following her instructions, he had tied his ankles to the foot of the bed, and then locked his hands above his head, with the handcuff key far out of reach on her bedside table. Crossing the room, she moved the covers back, ram her hand lightly down his leg, and pulled the rope securing his ankles to the foot of the bed tighter. He'd done a reasonable job, but you can only secure yourself so tightly without help.

He gave a quiet noise from behind the gag, and she could see the bulge of his chastity twitch under the far too tight pink knickers. Satisfied that he was helpless, and unable to free himself until she released him, Fleur headed downstairs, and made herself a coffee while the bath finished running. On her return, she turned off the taps and checked the water.

It was too hot for now, but that wasn't the end of the world. Leaving her coffee on the side of the bath, she returned to the bedroom, and popped off her jeans, top, and bra, leaving Fleur in nothing but her silky knickers. She slipped under the covers next to her captive.

Reaching across, she could feel the bulge of his chastity held tightly under the tarty satin thong, and gave it a wriggle, gaining a frustrated groan from Rob. Oh, so sexy and tight, and frustrating, isn't it? Poor baby, she mocked.

Using the ante, she climbed on top of him, and allowed the hard, satin-covered chastity toy to press firmly into her soft, silky knickers. The slightest rhythmic movement of her hips caused it to press on her clit in just the right way, and resting on her hands, her nipples hardened as they rubbed against Rob's chest. After a few minutes of slow grinding, and satisfied that she had teased him enough, Fleur slid off, leaving him to contemplate his situation, and her hands soon settled on her own knickers.

Free from any sort of restraint or chastity, she gently circled her fingertips on the tight, silky fabric, quickly finding a satisfying rhythm. Next to her, Rob lay helpless, and could hear Fleur's breathing get a little shallower and faster as she continued to pleasure herself. Knowing what she was doing, Rob tried to slide across next to her, but she remained out of sight and reach.

He wriggled and grumbled in vain, but, in a breathless whisper from Fleur, was told to be quiet and stay still. Not put off by Rob's interruption, Fleur continued to stroke and touch herself, enjoying the irony, and privacy, of Rob being unable to see her masturbating, despite being in the same bed. Soon, he was forgotten, as lost in her own moment, Fleur climaxed, seeing stars through tightly shut eyes.

After a few minutes of quiet recovery, she rolled over to where Rob lay tied, and ran a teasing hand down his body, to his chastity bulge. I hope that was good for you too, she giggled. She didn't linger for long, however, and soon moved away, much to Rob's disappointment.

I think my bath and my coffee should be just about right now, so you be a good boy and stay here for me, not a peep out of you. She padded out to the bathroom and slipped off her knickers, ready to enjoy a long soak, but hesitated, as she was about to step into the bath. Rather than putting them in the washing bin, she took the knickers she'd been wearing under tight jeans since yesterday morning, returned to the bedroom, and laid them face down on the bed.

Carefully, she folded the hips backwards to the centre, then once more, so they were now the same width as a gusset. Slowly and deliberately, Fleur folded and rolled the silky fabric downwards from the waistband until the knickers formed a small, firm pad, entirely by intention. The sizeable wet mark from her time in bed just now was on the outside of the balled up underwear.

Walking round to the other side of the bed, where Rob still lay tied up, she stroked his hooded face. I forgot to check if the gag is secure enough earlier. Fleur eased the lycra hood up enough to release the gag buckle underneath, and removed the short penis shape from Rob's mouth.

With no further warning, she pressed the folded knickers in, taking extra care to make sure that the wet patch was placed on Rob's tongue. She quickly pushed the gag back in, and buckled it tightly, before pulling the hood down, firmly holding the knickers in place, and preventing them from being spat out. Okay, sweetheart, this time it's definitely bath time for me now, so you be good while I'm gone.

He stretched against his bonds, desperate and horny for a final lingering touch, but quiet footsteps left him, and Rob heard the bedroom door shut, followed by the bathroom door locked shut. He just made out the sound of Fleur climbing into the bath, and hoped she wouldn't decide to watch an entire film on her iPad while she was in there.