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the after party	By : IRNotAmused Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 6610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction! I do not know Richard Kruspe, Till Lindemann or Rammstein, and I do not profit from these writings.

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3.5 A day with till
As we left the hotel till reached over and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. I had to readjust my hand for comfort because his hand was so much bigger than mine.
"Where to first" I asked him
"Just a little place around the corner I need to visit first"
I must have looked like a complete tourist as he led me down the street from the hotel. Thank god there were no fan girls to see us. I could just imagine the uproar my holding his hand would cause.
People were everywhere. I don't think I had ever seen so many people in my entire life as I did that day. Till indulged me as I stopped to look into a window with t-shirts in it.
"See one you like?" he asked
"Not really" I said
We moved on down the street and stopped in front of a plain looking green door. He pushed open the door and led me through.
Inside was an amazing display of every kind of leather and pace toys, clothes and 'other' things. There were whips and chains hanging from the lights, and several pair of handcuffs on the walls.
I stopped and looked around halting tills progress. He looked down at me and smiled. My mouth must have been hanging open cause he chuckled a bit at me.
"Well" I said "this is different"
"Very" he said "you're not offended though are you?" he asked
"Nook" I breathed "can I look around" I said "they don't have anything like this where I’m from"
"Have fun, come get me if you want something." he said and headed off to the counter in the back, still smiling.
I was looking at a display case with some piercings in it when I felt him come up behind me. He put his arms around me pulling me back into his chest hugging me lightly.
"Thank you for not freaking out when I brought you in here" he said "the last girl I brought here still won't speak to me"
"But that’s your mistake, she was a girl not a woman" I said and giggled
"Very funny" he said.
"Seriously though," I said "Just because I haven't tried it doesn't mean I won't like it. I bet you could make all kinds of stuff fun"
"Thank you" he said "I’ve got a bag of toys we can try later if you like"
"Perhaps" I said "shopping first though."
"Typical woman, shopping first it is" he said laughing again.
We left the little shop without anything new, but with new ideas for fun later. We walked down the street again, checking windows here and there for anything that caught our eye. He finally stopped at a little goth looking shop and dragged me in.
once inside he practically dragged me over to a rack with some black jeans on them. they were decorated with some chains and studs.
"what do you think of these?" he asked.
"can you even get them in my size?" I asked
"you can't be any bigger than a ten" he said. I looked up at him as if he had grown two heads and sprouted a tail.
"really" I said in disbelief for a moment. "flattery will get you anything sir. I'm actually a sixteen"
"really?" he said. "where?"
"my ass" I stated Giving it a good pat just for emphasis. He reached over and smacked my ass lightly too. I epped and turned around looking at him, one eyebrow raised. "well"
"very nice" he said smiling, totally unapologetic.
We picked out a pair in my size and added a black t-shirt as well. He insisted on paying for it and we took our bag and headed out the door. We continued down the street just strolling along, talking about family and kids. My five and his two, we found we had a bit in common other than just the music.
We had gotten a few weird stares while walking, but no one seemed to want to stop us so far. I was counting myself lucky till we heard a high pitched screech from somewhere ahead of us and two obvious fan girls shot out of a coffee shop up ahead of us.
"Rammstein" they both shouted at once. One girl even got out her camera. Sensing the immanent pictures that would be taken I immediately tried to hide behind till, using him as my human shield, still griping his hand, but tighter this time.
"Girls, please calm down." he said, his accent getting a little thick. "would you like an autograph?" he asked. They seemed to calm down while he signed autographs for them. I continued to hide behind him, not wanting any attention, especially from fan girls.
They both gave me dirty looks as they went back into the cafe when he was done. Neither looking very happy with me.
After they had left he pulled me out from behind him and we continued down the street for a few minutes, putting some distance between us and those girls. He seemed thoughtful for a few minutes.
"sorry about that" he said
"not your fault" I told him "their just fans, being fans. I would probably do the same thing if I was them" I said
"alright," he said "what do we do now?"
Just then my stomach made a loud rumble, letting me know it was near to lunchtime. I looked at my phone and realized we had been wandering around for a couple hours, just talking and window shopping.
"Food it is" he smiled at me.
We spotted a restaurant not too long after and went in to sit down to eat. We had been walking a while and I was getting tired.
Lunch was uneventful and we spent the time talking some more about family and friends. Sharing about kids and some of the funny things they had done. The more he talked the more I liked about him, I could easily see myself falling hard for him, despite the fact that I was married, and loved my husband very much.
We were on our way back to the hotel when it started to rain; I looked at him and smiled. we just kept going. Walking back, unhurried and enjoying the rain, as people ran for cover. We both knew that wet clothes meant we could just take them off back at the hotel and enjoy the rest of the day while they dried.
Back at the hotel we dripped all the way through the lobby and all the way up to the room. Still holding onto my hand we went inside and put our purchases on the couch and headed to the bedroom to get dry.
We stripped off our wet clothes and just dropped them on the floor. We went to the bathroom and started the shower. It wasn’t long before we were both wet soapy and very turned on. I rinsed off quickly and slipped from the shower.
"hey" he said "where you going"
"bedroom" I said "you promised me a bag of goodies" and I headed off to the bedroom. I don't think I’ve ever seen anyone move as fast as he did. I didn't even make it to the bed when he grabbed me from behind and flung me over his shoulder.
I screeched and tried to smack his bare ass, still dripping wet from the shower. he hadn't even rinsed off properly, there were little streaks of soap all dripping everywhere.
he threw me on the bed and said "stay" and went to the other room where I could see some of his luggage piled. He brought back a large black bag and set it on the dresser.
I got up on my knees and tried to peek into it, he noticed me watching. I couldn't see anything tho, so I pouted and scooted back to the headboard and sat there watching him rummage around in it.
He brought out a pair of what looked like Velcro handcuffs and what appeared to be a riding crop, along with a couple bottles of who knows what, he had convienly removed the labels from.
My eyes must have been enormous as I eyed the crop. I wasn’t feeling as brave as I had felt earlier now that I was face to face with it.
"I won't use it unless you want me to" he tried to reassure me. I wasn’t completely convinced tho and I must have shown. He put the items on the end of the bed and crawled across the mattress to me, taking me in his arms and holding me for a few moments. "You can use it on me if you like first" he said
"really" I looked up at him. He seemed very serious. "you like it?" I asked
"sometimes" he said.
"Hmmm, what is it with men and spankings" I said. "what’s in the little bottles?" I asked
"just some flavored lotions."
"hmm, are they edible?" I asked
"Of course"
"Oooo, yummy."
"I thought you would like those" he smiled at me "but, back to my crop."
I frowned a moment before reaching for it. leaning around him. He smacked my ass once while it was in the air, and I squeaked again. But I will admit I was starting to like it, and it made me tingle.
"you mean this" I said holding it up.
"that" he said "makes you nervous, and it shouldn't"
"alright, so I’m not as 'into' stuff like that" I shrugged at him. "but I did kind of like it when you smacked my ass just now" I said and blushed a bit. "I’m a bit soft and fragile compared to you, you could break me in half and not break a sweat" I said
"I could, but I won't." he said "trust me, Please" he whispered
"how can I not when you look at me like that" I said. He had his heart in his beautiful eyes. Begging me to trust him.
We spent the next several hours playing with all the toys he had. taking turns in the leather restraints, I even let him blindfold me for a while. we used our hands and mouths to pleasure each other, stopping occasionally to get a drink, or snack from the kitchenette. He let me use the crop on him, moaning with pleasure as I struck him several times with it. His moaning turned me on even more and it wasn’t long before we had pushed the toys aside and he impaled me with his impressive length.
I didn’t think he could have gotten any bigger or harder but he did, and he filled me completely. Pushing in, pulling out, our pace frantic. we were both so turned on we couldn’t stand it. I screamed my way to orgasm several times before he joined me and shouted his release, collapsing on me, both of us exhausted.
He rolled over and pulled me on top of him again. He seemed to like it when I used him as a human pillow. We rested there, both of us still breathing heavy, but happily exhausted. It was quite a while later when I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him, his eyes were closed.
"its late," I said, "do you still want to go out?" I asked
He opened his eyes and looked at me for a min.
"Yes" he said finally "I want to show you something"
"what" I asked
"it’s a surprise, but I will give you a hint, it’s like my bag only better"
"what could be better than that?" I said.
"you’ll see" he simply said and smiled.
He lifted me off him and got up, putting his toys away, back into the bag.
"go on" he said. "go take a shower, I want to call Richard and see if he wants to join us with your friend."
"ok" I said and took off to the bathroom to get clean again.
He was off the phone by the time I was done in the shower. he had even laid our clothes on the now straitened bed. next to my new pants and shirt were his black jeans and a black wife beater, and a pair of interesting looking collars, a thick one with grommets in it and a smaller more delicate looking one with small studs here and there on it.
"His and hers collars?" I said
"I thought I would look good on you" he said simply "you don't have to though." he stood there for a second looking at me, dripping wet from my shower. his eyes got big all of a sudden.
"Scheiße, did I do that, " he said pointing to my hips.
I looked down to see what he was pointing at; sure enough there on either hip were the impressions of his fingers in finger shaped bruises.
"Oh, well, don't worry about it, It will heal eventually."
"don't worry" he said, "you should have warned me. I could hurt you so easily" he sounded so worried now. I crossed the room to him and put my arms around him. He was still slightly sweaty from what we had done but I didn't care.
"If you had really hurt me I would have told you" I reassured him. "I promise"
"your sure."
"yes, now get clean and get your sexy German butt back out here" I playfully smacked his butt and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom. He laughed and went to take his shower.
We got dressed in no time and I put a bit of lipstick on and put my hair up. I may be a woman, but I’m not a fussy woman.
just then my phone went off and we heard tills voice from the other room counting to ten in German.
"yours" he asked
"of course" I said and hurried to answer it. It was Becky,
"be down in 10 minutes" she wrote
"meet you there" I wrote back.
"alright, are we ready" I said, slipping on my small black flats
"After you" he said and we headed down to the lobby to wait for Richard and Becky.
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