What a strange experience, Jon thought as he let the shower cascade over his body. Not that he was complaining. Far from it. The experience, just like every other experience he'd had in Girl World, had been exceptionally good. He couldn't wait to get home and recommend Girl World to all his friends looking for a vacation.
Jon had found himself alone in the bedroom when he arrived, which was fine by him. He busied himself tidying up, making the bed, even stopping to check his hair in the vanity mirror. Then he heard someone clear their throat.
Turning, Jon saw the tall, well-dressed man standing in the doorway. Jon pursed his lips thoughtfully and rested one hand on his hip. Who was this man? He seemed trustworthy enough. The way he'd taken care of that little boy, Billy. The way he'd promised to have fun with Jon. The way his eyes were looking up and down Jon's body hungrily. All of it added up to a nice, wholesome, friendly guy. The kind of guy Jon wouldn't mind going out for a beer with, or watching a game with.
Now the bit of fun that the man had wanted to have, that was a bit harder to define. It wasn't really like anything Jon had done before, but the man seemed to enjoy it. First, it involved undressing the man, which was strange, since he had obviously gone to great effort to dress himself up. Once the big man was naked, Jon noticed that the man seemed uncomfortable, so Jon guided him over to the bed to lay down. Jon might have been a bit rough when he guided him, shoving more than leading, but since the man had told him that they only had a bit of time, he didn't feel that bad.
Once on the bed, Jon noticed how high the mattress was. It wouldn't do to let the man fall off the tall four-poster. Luckily, there were hand-cuffs and ankle-cuffs in place attached to the bed posts (why hadn't Jon noticed those before?). Jon climbed onto the bed and straddled the naked man, pressing his flat chest into the man's face when securing his arms, then turning around and letting his groin rub against the man's face as he secured his ankles.
"Thank-you, Mistress," the man thanked Jon kindly. It was nice to feel appreciated.
The man looked cold. Maybe it was the cool steel holding his extremities, maybe it was the fact that he had no clothes on, but he looked freezing. All over his exposed skin, Jon could see goosebumps forming, on his arms, on his stomach, a HUGE one on his groin. Jon felt terrible. He was pretty sure that he was supposed to wait to see what kind of fun the man wanted to have, and here he was not making sure that the man was comfortable!
Then he had an idea.
Swaying over the dresser, Jon grabbed a book of matches and lit a purple candle. Not wanting to play with fire while wearing loose fitting clothing, Jon unzipped his housedress and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in the black leather bodice he was pleasantly surprised to see himself wearing. What practical clothing! It wouldn't burn, and it was easy to move in!
After the candle had warmed up a bit, Jon carried it over to the man, who was squirming (probably freezing to death!) and moaning quietly. Jon ran his hands over the man's body, starting with the legs, over his hips, onto his chest, to confirm the man's temperature. The whole time Jon was touching him, the man shivered uncontrollably, moaning even more loudly. Jon felt proud of his diagnosis; the man was obviously on the verge of hypothermia.
Climbing on the bed and once again straddling the man, this time his knees on the man's arms, his panty-clad behind pressing against the man's face. The man groaned in appreciation. Jon smiled, knowing that he was doing good for his new friend. Then, ever so gently, Jon began to pour the melted wax from the candle onto the man's chest, his stomach, and his groin. The man's groaning intensified, and he began to buckle.
Maybe the heat was too much. Maybe it was too much of a temperature change. Whatever the case, in something that Jon had never seen before, the huge goosebump on the man's groin began to spurt some sort of fluid. Well, spurt might not have been the right word. Erupt was more like it. Jon soon found himself being sprayed over and over with the fluid, on his bodice, on his exposed chest, in his face. Wave after wave of this hot, sticky fluid hit him, over and over.
Once the eruption stopped, Jon climbed off of the man and unlocked his restraints. The man fell to his knees and kissed Jon's feet.
"Thank-you, Mistress," the man said over and over. Jon allowed the kisses to continue, as the discharge from the man dripped down onto the back of the man's head.
Sure, Jon was sure that they hadn't had a chance to get to whatever fun the man had planned (maybe a board game, or cards) but Jon felt he'd made a real connection to a new buddy. As Jon washed his body clean from the encounter, he thought back to the image of the man hurriedly dressing and scurrying out the door, mumbling thanks to Jon the entire time, Jon was glad that Girl World was more than just sex (although he was yet to find any of that!). He was making real friends that he felt would last him a lifetime.
