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Bed and Bondage
The room is warm, almost too warm. I am slightly damp from perspiration, and the
occasional draft makes me shiver.
The room is filled with a warm, diffuse light, sunlight through heavy lace
curtains, giving the place an antique feel. The air smells of potpourri, mingled
with red wine and musk.
My eyes travel lazily along the ceiling, until they reach the far wall, where a
full-length mirror stands across from the foot of the bed, tilted slightly
forward in its heavy oak frame. The image staring back at me from the mirror
commands my attention: a exquisite brass four-poster bed, and on it a beautiful
woman, naked, her arms stretched tautly over her head, and her legs reaching out
toward the posts at the foot of the bed.
That's me, with my wrists bound together by that long purple band of silk.
That's me, chest rising and falling more quickly than usual below tight, shiny
skin. That's me, lying there on the new beautiful bed we shopped for for so
long, and bought just for this purpose. That's me... finally. Absorbed as I am
in the image of myself, Robert's voice startles me. "You certainly are a
beautiful sight, love." I turn my attention to him, as he stands by the side of
the bed, a glass of wine in his hand, smiling warmly down at me.
"Robert, kiss me..." I start to say, but he leans over me, and presses his
finger to my lips, and says, "Shhhh. Not a sound."
But he kisses me anyway, lightly, gently, on the lips. He takes a sip of the
wine he is holding, then dips his finger into the glass. With his wet finger, he
traces my lips, then bends over and licks the wine from my lips. His
feather-light touch makes me shiver.
He continues with the wine, drawing his finger from behind my ear to the hollow
of my throat, then following with his tongue. He traces a line down between my
breasts; the evaporating alcohol is cold for a moment, but his tongue is warm
and soft. Mmmmmm.
I was unaware that I had actually made a sound, but Robert warns me again,
"Silence..."
And so I am silent, eager to please my lover and to make this moment perfect for
both of us.
A drop of wine on the left nipple, which hardens instantly, before he licks it
off with a mere brush of his tongue. And then the same to the right nipple. His
light, fleeting touch has awakened my sensitive nipples, and they cry out for
more. I arch my back toward his mouth, but he has already moved on to other
places.
A drop of wine on the soft underside of my arm. A almost-tickling lick along my
navel. A wet trail along the crease where my thigh meets my body. Each touch a
brief spark that awakens and arouses a new part of my body, just enough to tease
but not enough to satisfy.
He licks a trail of red off of my inner thigh, and I can't contain my gasp. My
whole body feels alive, itching for his touch. I want him to lick up, up, to
move his tongue between my legs, but he's gone again, standing next to the bed,
watching my flushed form on the bed. I look up at him, pleading with my eyes,
Robert, Robert, touch me...
"How can I resist those eyes?" he asks, with mock mournfulness. "You don't
really want me finish yet, do you?" My body cries yes, but at the same time I
savor the delicious frustration, and I know the answer. The question is
rhetorical.
Robert goes to the dresser by the bed, and returns with another broad band of
soft purple silk, like the ones that bind my wrists and ankles. This one he
drapes across my eyes, then lifts my head and ties it expertly in place.
The removal of vision heightens my other senses. I become aware of the sound of
cars in the distance, and the wind in the tree outside the window. I become
aware of the smell of Robert and the smell of me. I smile and relax, delighting
in hypersensitivity of my body and the feeling of anticipation.
I am not disappointed. Robert starts touching me again, returning to the top of
my body. He strokes my face with his fingers, and his touch is firmer now, more
demanding, more satisfying. He holds my hair, grasping it. Holding my head
firmly, he kisses me on the lips, deeply this time; no more fleeting touches,
this time his kiss is filled with passion, and I meet it with my own.
He breaks the kiss too soon, and leaves me gasping for air. Now he is rubbing my
body with smooth, firm strokes. He rubs my shoulders, my arms, my sides, my
belly. He rubs my breasts, and this time when I arch toward him, he doesn't pull
away. Instead, he holds them, kneads them. He grasps my nipples between his
fingers, first lightly, but with increasing pressure. A moan escapes my parted
lips, but Robert doesn't seem to mind; instead of a warning, he pinches my
nipples firmly and tugs, and I am suddenly dizzy from the pleasure.
Forgetting my situation, I reach up to wrap my arms around him, but the strip of
silk holds my hands tightly to the bar between the posts at the head of the bed.
Straining against the bonds accentuates my frustration and longing, and I moan
again.
Robert continues pulling on my nipples, till they reach a point just short of
pain, and my back is arched as far up as it will go. Once again, he breaks his
hold too quickly, but before I have a chance to feel disappointed, he replaces
his fingers with his mouth on my left nipple, sucking it in, pressing it between
his tongue and teeth, rolling it around with his tongue.
My breath is quick and ragged now, as I strain towards him. He grabs both
breasts in his hands, and shifts his mouth to the other nipple. Oooooh. It feel
so good. And then he stops.
He pauses, just long enough for the frustration to register on my face, and then
he resumes his broad hand strokes on my belly, and sliding down to my thighs. He
draws his hands down the outside of my legs, to my feet. He rubs each foot with
his palms, with just enough firmness to avoid tickling me. He rubs each toe with
his thumb and draws his fingers along my instep. Then he moves his hands back up
my legs, on the inside this time. His broad, smooth hands stop inches before
where my thighs meet.
No, don't stop, Robert...keep going...up, up, please. But I don't have to say
anything. He knows how badly I want him to touch me there, but instead he
massages my thighs. Each stroke brings him a hairsbreadth closer to my nether
lips. I strain against the bands on my ankles, but they hold my legs apart,
making me feel exposed and ready for his touch.
He strokes gently the line where my outer labia meet my thighs. The touch is
light and agonizing. And now he leans forward, and I can feel his warm breath
against my clit, stirring the wispy hair there. He blows against me, and the
coolness against the moisture there makes me jump. I arch toward him, but he
still doesn't touch me inside; he just keeps maddeningly stroking my outer lips.
He stops. Just as I am about to start begging him to touch me, he brushes my
exposed clit with another one of his quick, fleeting touches. The touch is an
electric shock through my body.
It is gone in an instant, but every muscle in my body tenses in that instant,
straining for his touch. After a moment, my breath returns and my muscles start
to relax, and he touches again, briefly, sending new waves of pleasure through
my taut body. Oh God, how much more of this can I stand? Please, please, keep
going, don't stop, Oh God, don't stop...
He stops. Again I start to relax, and this time I feel his tongue, pushing its
way between my folds. Carefully avoiding my clit, he licks around the foreskin.
He gently sucks my labia into his mouth, rubbing his tongue along the underside.
Then the other.
Then around the clit again. Then a quick flick of his tongue across the tip. I
gasp, realizing that I have been holding my breath. Again, the same electricity
courses through my body. Another moan.
After some more teasing, Robert licks my clit again, this time firmly. He draws
his tongue in circles around the head, and then sucks it into his mouth,
pressing it between his teeth and tongue.
Yes, yes! Holding my clit between his lips, he flicks it with increasing tempo
with his tongue. Then he sucks again, and for a timeless moment I am held on the
brink, as a washing, tingling pleasure starts to spread from between my legs up
my back.
He stops. The tingling recedes. No, no, don't stop! He lightly pinches my
thighs, and I realize that this time I've actually spoken. I continue to plead
with him, Robert, Robert, don't hold me here, touch me, touch me... I can't see
his face with my make-shift blindfold on, but I know he is smiling. That's what
he was waiting for.
With that, he slips a finger inside me, and I start thrusting eagerly against
his hand. His thumb rubs my clit, lightly but with increasing pressure, as the
rate of my thrusting increases. He slips another finger in, and starts his own
thrusting, faster and faster, pressing against my clit, rubbing it, teasing it.
I feel the tingling sensation start again. Please, Robert, let it happen...
and he keeps thrusting. Suddenly my whole body is awash with pleasure. I see
white light behind my eyelids, and every muscle in my body convulses. My legs
strain against the soft restraints but I have no awareness of being tied down.
For a brief, timeless moment I am floating, my entire being centered around
Robert's thrusting hand.
And before I land, before my convulsions subside, Robert is on me, and in me. He
thrusts with such ferocity, such passion, that he keeps me floating.
Unbelievably, the pleasure intensifies.
The entire world consists of me and Robert, pounding, thrusting, crying out in
pleasure, floating. I think I scream, but I'm not sure. The aching, insistent
pleasure lasts forever, and I hear Robert's own growling gasps as he joins me on
my exquisite plane of pleasure. Yes, Robert, Robert, I love you!
Slowly the pleasure subsides, the convulsions become less intense and further
apart. My body relaxes and I become aware of Robert's weight lying heavily on
top of me, of the ties that still bind my wrists and ankles. Without getting off
me, Robert slips the blindfold off over my head. As I knew it would be, his own
faced is flushed, his hair in disarray. Still staying in me, he reaches up and
unties the strip of cloth that holds my wrists together, and I bring them down
and wrap my arms tightly around him.
For a long time we stay that way, my lover's weight against my body, my arms
holding him close. For a long time we lay in our beautiful new bed, recovering
from its first use. Hopefully the first of many.
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