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Bonds

By: Hecksithia



I watch my pet struggle against her bonds, making sure they are inescapable. Her long hair rustles with her movements, nearly touching her feet. She is tied in the kneeling position with a blindfold on, and black nylon cord ties her arms behind her back. The cord weaves from above one elbow to below the next, around, and over and under and over, until it reaches her hands. Another cord ties her hands to her feet.

I stand and close the door at the foot of the bed, and smile as my pet jumps. She starts breathing heavily, when she hears me open her top dresser drawer. I retrieve a dildo, as well as a vibrator, and a black choke collar. I set them down on the bed.

Standing close to my pet I whisper in her ear, "You have been such a good girl lately..."

She shivers and moans, tilting her head back and I bend down taking a nipple into my mouth. As she gasps, I flick her nipple with my tongue over and over and over again. I take the other nipple between two of my fingers, pinching it, and flicking it. My pet is moaning and straining against her bonds. She wants to touch me, but I won't let her, not yet.

I switch nipples and brush my fingers along my pet's sides. She tries to wiggle away from the tickling sensation, and I wrap an arm around her pulling her towards me, cupping her cunt, "You're mine."

I grab the vibrator and turn it on watching my pet's expression as she realizes what it is. I kiss her as she smiles forcing my tongue into her mouth and holding her body against mine. She moans, and tries escaping from her bonds again. I hold the vibrator to her clit, holding her close as she jumps. Her moans are high pitched now, and she moans again and again as I make small circles with the tip of the vibrator. I nibble her waist working my way down each side until I get to her inner thighs, and back up again. 

My pet's moans get faster and I remove the vibrator before she climaxes. She moans in protest and leans for it. Smiling, I get the dildo and hold it to her stomach, letting her know what comes next. I trace a line to her cunt and slowly push the dildo deep inside her. She starts thrusting on the dildo, moving it in large circles inside of her as I kiss her face and neck.

As I caress a tit with each hand, I ask her, "Do you know what's next?"

"Cock." 

I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her down, effectively thrusting the dildo as far into her as it will go, and moving her into a sitting position. She moans, and begins thrusting faster. I shift my hold on her, so that I can stop her from thrusting and she wiggles, still trying to pleasure herself against my will. I take the black choker as I pull her to the edge of the bed. I clasp it around her neck and massage her throat, kissing her one last time as I unzip my pants.

I take my cock in my hand and stand so it's level with her. She licks her lips, swallowing saliva as I touch my cock to the side of her face. She leans forward nibbling on my inner thigh. She licks my balls and gently takes them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around. I groan and hold onto her as she suddenly takes my entire cock into her mouth. Her nose is pressed against my stomach, her tongue is doing a wild dance along my length. She comes up just enough to breathe, and moans with a mouthful of my cock.

I take hold of her hair with both hands and thrust into the back of her throat. I thrust over and over, coming up for just a few seconds at a time to let her breathe when she chokes. When I feel close to orgasm I pull her away from my cock and brush her lips with it, just out of reach. She moans in protest, trying to suck on the tip. I move her head to the side and press her face to my thigh.

"Tease me," I say.

She moans, and starts biting my thigh, my waist, and my side moaning in a frantic panic to earn her milk. I gasp and dig into her shoulders as she moves from one side to the other. I let her at my balls, and she slowly swirls her tongue around them. Taking one into her mouth, she massages it with her tongue, moaning as she feels the milk she will soon feel spurting down the back of her throat. She takes the other one into her mouth, and begins massaging it just as I grab her hair.

I shove my cock to the back of her throat and begin thrusting wildly. Her tongue is massaging my cock, and she allows me even deeper.

"Oh..." I groan and hold my cock to the back of her throat as I orgasm. I can feel her swallow all the way down the length of my cock as my milk spurts straight in her throat. I relax and lay my hands on her shoulders. She keeps my cock in her mouth, gently massaging it with her tongue and sucking the rest of the milk from its length. When she is done she begins licking my balls, thighs, and stomach. 

I push her back from the edge of the bed, and take her nipple into my mouth. I slip my hand between her legs to her clit. I finger her slowly, only getting faster when she squirms, until she tilts her head back moaning and starts to buck on the dildo still deep inside her. I keep going and watch her face as she moans in ecstasy. She cums, and I keep going until she rests her head on my shoulder, exhausted.

Kneeling behind her on the bed, I undo her bonds and lay down. She reaches up and takes her blindfold off and I watch as she slowly takes the dildo out and sets it on the bed next to the vibrator, blindfold, and nylon cord that was used to tie her up. She lies next to me and I wrap an arm around her, holding her close. I can smell my seed on her breath as she nuzzles into my neck.

Bonds of Love



It was a warm and sunny Saturday morning. The birds singing heartily outside. We opened the windows to let the fresh air gently tantalize our naked flesh. It felt especially good after the hot shower we just shared. The bed still unmade from our nights sleep. It had been a few days since we had a chance to play. With the children off at their dad's house for the weekend, it gave us a chance to connect in intimate playfulness and tender lovemaking. I was in an especially "rowdy" mood for some odd reason and my teasing of you was wearing thin. In a passionate embrace, arms wrapped tightly around one another, you bunched my hair into a wad and began kissing and licking my neck. 

You worked your way around me so that my back was against your chest, my chin against my own. I was thrilled at the sensations that your tongue was giving me upon the nape of my neck. Again, my mood began to take hold and I was playing with your hard cock as it wedged its way into the seam of my own backside. With both hands now behind me fondling your cock and heavy balls, in half a heart beat you had reached down and grabbed them holding me now very secure with hair in one hand and arms in another. With out delay, you pushed me onto the bed with my arms still behind and under me. 

I was surprised with the recent turn of events as this was not what I had in mind; in fact I had been in the mood to ride YOU slowly, deeply and hard. Imagine my surprise when you quickly grabbed a belt lying on the floor and rolled me over to securely fasten my wrists behind me. Moments later another was being placed around my ankles. My verbal protests and attempts to lure you into my own passions of doing you were only enticing you more to whatever goals you were trying to achieve. Then you placed a blindfold over my eyes. I felt your weight leave the bed but knew you were still in the room. In this position, I knew very little could happen, legs closed tight, arms behind me; leaving only my breast to your exposure. 

My nipples were standing pert and proud in the cool breeze blowing through the window. I heard you moving about, but definitely not sure what you were doing or preparing. Moments later, I felt you put an earplug in my ear and then one in the other. Now, I did some protesting; to which you politely told me to shut it up or else you would. Excuse Me, I thought, demanding to know exactly what you were up to. Surprisingly, you sat on the bed and began to softly play with my nipples.

Now, I could not hear you, could not see you therefore talking did very little, since your responses went unheard.

What had surprised me most was how easy it was for you to just whip out an idea and run with it, with or with out my cooperation. As you know, I'm game for quite a bit of stuff, but this stuff with earplugs, blindfold, and surprised me a bit more than I was comfortable with. True, I had little room to argue, let alone, no way to really go anywhere. 

You sat for a long time gently touching, holding, rubbing, rolling, pinching and pulling on my nipples. By now my moans were quite audible and I was getting very, very wet between my closed thighs. It did me little good to try to rub them tighter together, only made things stickier. I sure loved the nipple treatment. As you knew I would, since I have told you time and again how wonderful you make me feel and how much it turns me on. I was pleasantly suffering at your manipulations and then turned on further by your hot mouth upon one nipple, then the other, alternating fingers and mouth. I was on fire and wanting you, wanting relief badly. But at your mercy and discretion I had to await your moves.

Finally I feel you leave my side and couldn't help but wonder what was next. At this point of frustration, I was acceptable to more than I normally would have been. I had no clue if you were still in the room or where you were and what you were up to. The unknowing scared me, yet excited me. At last I felt your presence again. I could smell something sweet, perhaps vanilla, perhaps a candle or something, but without seeing or hearing I was uncertain. Your fingers went once again to my nipples and my desire began to build. I heard your voice, muffled and silenced through the earplugs. Your teasing was aggravating, yet highly pleasing. Momentarily, you picked me up... talk about feeling helpless, the only thing I could do was talk, complain, moan, cry, but nothing helped; maybe it did more harm than good and since I was warned about being quiet, I didn't get too overwhelming loud, such as I would have liked. 

I feel you lowering me...into the bathtub, scented with perfumed water...ah, the sweet smell of honey suckle and vanilla... The water enveloped me slowly in my bonds. Once seated in the steamy water, just as I like it, you undo my hands and put them in front of me and once again wrapped them, this time with something other than a belt. I felt you remove my foot bonds also and exchange the belt with something else. The earplugs and the blindfold remained intact. I had no idea what was to happen or where this little scenario was going - thus far, it was really wonderful.

You began to wash me all over with the nylon bath sponge, lathering me with a scented bath gel. It was soothing to the nostrils, and highly relaxing to the body. I felt helpless, comfortable and very confident that this kind of spoiling was something I could really get used to even if I had to be confined to be this pampered. I really loved it as you firmly massaged my feet and toes with the peppermint foot rub. I knew I couldn't hear the answer, but I had to ask just the same, needing to know what I had done to deserve all this. As I knew, I could not decipher your answer.

After I was totally cleaned to your satisfaction, you left me to soak for a few moments. I felt you return and offer me a sip of something that smelled of rum. I eagerly sipped it. It was refreshing, a rum and coke. Next you helped me to my feet, only to have me turn around and return to the tub floor on my knees in the direction opposite where the water spigot was. The water from the showerhead was now streaming over my back, my hair, and my backside. It was a delicious warm, assuming you were rinsing the soapy residue from my body I enjoyed and relaxed. I felt your soapy hand return to my breast and slide across my pert nipples. I trembled with excitement. You kept it up, not allowing or wanting my desires to truly subside. As you tried to tug at them, pinch them softly your fingers slipped off, just adding to my passions. I tried to thrust my heavy tits forward to encourage you further with my nipples. Soon your hand was against the middle of my shoulder blades, pushing me forward, to my elbows (as my hands were tied) and knees. You then quit touching me and I felt the shower spray leave my back. When I felt it again it was on the jet spray. I had a sneaking suspicion; I was about to have that jet on my clit. Anticipating this I wriggled my backside, oblivious to impending treatment. 

With my legs securely fastened at the ankle, getting to my pussy and clit with the water jet would have posed a difficult task. You never had that in mind, however. I felt the jet on my butt and then you spread my butt cheeks and let the stream ream my puckered hole and then you began to fill me up. I found it very hard to move in a way to prevent this from happening, but I know I voiced my opinion and objected quite loudly. I felt the shower stream leave my body. My butt hardly filled with warm water and I felt the clunk of the head hit the side of the tub, leaving me to believe it slipped from your hand. Momentarily, I felt something against my lips. It was warm and soft, assuming you wanted me to suck you off, I greedily opened my mouth. In you slipped a rubber ball gag, much to my dismay.

The water jet returned to my backside. Now, being in this kind of compromising position, bound, blindfolded, ear plugged, bathed so sensuously and now gagged was awkward and something I was not looking forward to was the rest of the evening. You filled my ass with the warm water until it was literally drooling back out. Then I felt something hard pushing against my butt, recognizing it to be your thumb. You wanted to make sure I held that water in my backside for a few minutes, so that I would then be cleaned inside and out. Once you removed your thumb, I can only imagine the mess that was expelled. Never did it seem to be of any concern as I felt the warm water washing me again. And one more time you filled my tight ass with warm water, and one more time you plugged your thumb against my bunghole, leaving the water sit again for a few minutes. Again I was allowed to discharge the fluids into the tub. One more time you rinsed all the mess into the tub drain. You then soaped me up all over and cleaned up any residual discharge from the tub and me. I was finally cleaned 100% to what you wanted. 

One more time you raised me to my feet and this time towel dried me off. I felt you pick me up and carry me back to the bed. Placing me softly on the bed, you began to fondle my nipples again, this time kissing and sucking much more passionately. I could only imagine in my minds eye just how hard your cock had become and how badly you must be wanting to take me in all my glory right at this moment. But you continued on as IF you mattered not at this time. My pussy was oozing fluid as you continued to play and suck my hard nipples. You lightly ran one finger between my thighs to see what magic you had done so far. You must have been satisfied with the results thus far, as you raise off the bed and left me. I Don't know if I was alone or not and had no clue what to expect next- NOT that I could do anything about it even had I known.

Soon I felt you pick me up again and carry me to a table of some sort, hard, with some light foam padding upon it. You laid me on my tummy, bent at the waist with my feet on the floor and with my empty ass topside up. You turned my head to one direction, placing carefully on a comfortable pillow. Then you reached up under me and untied my hand, carefully holding one to avoid me fighting, you rapidly snapped it into a shackle of some sort above my head. Then just as quickly you did the other one. Now my hands were stretched out from me, tautly. You undid my ankles and shackled one to something and then pulled the other as far apart as it would physically go, only to shackle that one to something. Talk about exposed, vulnerable and totally at someone's mercy. I was completely split open for your view and desires, not to mention, future pleasures - if you so wanted.

I had no way to know what was going to happen, nor to stop it, nor to communicate with you. I had to totally trust that no real harm would come and that whatever was about to happen would not be beyond what I would enjoy. And if it was to be something I objected to, there was absolutely nothing I could do, even if I had so desired. I felt a part of the table fall away from my chest. Now I was supported by my upper shoulders, my head and from my belly button and below, with my breasts dangling freely and resting on nothing. 

Quickly your hands reached under the table and began playing with my down turned nipples, causing me exquisite pleasures. Yes, I was uncomfortable in my strategic and vulnerable position, but this nipple play made me stop long enough to enjoy myself. I could feel my moisture oozing beyond my lips and across my clit to the table beneath me. The thick creaminess pudding on the cushions below me. Totally helpless and beyond any reasoning of my predicament, I had to understand I would get pleasure out of the events that lay ahead as my pleasure had always spurred your own. So technically, the only real fear I had was my own wild imagination getting carried away with me. 

Your nipple attention was getting more aggressive with tugging and pulling and some mild pinching. I loved it tremendously. Soon you quit. You returned much to my pleasures, this time with nipple clips. With my tits turned down and hanging, the nipple clips once applied would extend the nipple. I was truly amazed at how much I loved it. Once you began tracing your fingers lightly over the exposed tip, I felt electric charges straight to my open pussy. Enjoying the sensations so fully, I never expected to feel anything but this pleasure. You had other ideas, as you gently fastened a weight of some sort, thus pulling my nipple further down. The clamp had to be tightened harder to hold the weight on my nipple. I tried to squeal my protest, to no avail; it was stifled behind the rubber ball gag. My pussy twitched, oozed and belied my own painful pleasure. 

Obviously you were quite happy with how things were going as you quit the nipple play, which had now turned slightly to torture and began kissing the inside of my calves. I could smell the musty aroma, from my own steaming pussy. I knew I was very turned on. When your tongue neared the top of my thighs I was aching, literally to have your face buried against my mound. No matter my pushing (which was difficult to do), you avoided my preferred target and continued up my butt and spent a lot of time kissing and softly biting my butt cheeks. I was hotter than I think I had ever been, but you never gave me any of the filling I so craved. You continued up my butt to my back all the way up and down my back, leaving nothing unkissed or caressed. I occasionally got a feel of your hard cock as it grazed accidentally against my leg. Your arousal was definitely known at those moments, yet you maintained strict and ridged control over your obviously mounting desires. 

Soon you worked your way back to my butt, this time opening the cheeks and reaming my tight ass bud with your tongue. The nipple weights, which were starting to become painful, had rapidly faded into an oblivious state as my ass now craved filling. My pussy juices now flowed everywhere and my lips swollen into a state of sheer begging for more. As you prodded my butt with your tongue, I thought I'd cum from that alone. Then easily and gradually I felt your tongue touch my outer pussy lips for the very first time tonight. My heart sped up and my breath already labored went double time. You softly and tenderly licked my outer lips, sucking one then the other into your hot mouth. I was ecstatic, but could not even beg you to give me your hard cock. As you continued and worked your way into the next set of lips, I new I was close to passing out from sheer want. At no time did you try to penetrate me with anything, except your tongue. I needed filling and I needed it bad. As If you could read my mind, or read my reactions, you quit the pussy and ass eating (which I was loving ever so much). Rechecking each of your bonds and earplugs, blindfold and ball gag. I felt your fingers run across my taut nipples driving a slightly painful jolt through me. You rechecked the tightness of my clips and then synched them tighter causing me to wince in painful pleasure. Then you added more weight which definitely hurt, tears began to form in my eyes. I never knew this much pain upon my nipples, more surprising was how much it caused my pussy to twitch and react with further wetness. I was shocked at how much the pain made my saturated pussy to desire more. 

I assume you were satisfied with all your restraints and weights, as I felt you move between my legs and apply some lubricant to my upturned empty ass. You spread my cheeks wide and inserted the tip of a lube bottle into my ass and squeezed. I had no clue what was going there, but I could only assume your hard cock had found where it needed to go. Then I felt you insert a finger, then two. They felt odd, not like normal flesh and quickly I realized you had on rubber gloves to give me a new feel. I felt you spreading my ass open as you spread your fingers and then added a third. I was ready to explode. With all this ass play I was creaming pussy juices everywhere. When you assumed I was ready for the next step you quit fingering my ass. My nipples had become nearly oblivious to the weighted pain, as my pleasure grew unbearable. Then I felt your naked flesh fingers upon my pussy lips. Quickly something fastened to them. It sent a chill down my spine and a new pain that I had not experienced before to them. I can only assume it was clothespins on my otter lips, in some sort of cloth material to prevent damage and tremendous pain. You stretched my pussy open and fastened each lip to something that kept the lips extended and separated. My clit now fully yours. You began to run your rough finger over and over and over the exposed bud. I was dying, the pain in my nipples again lost to the pain in my pussy lips, which was quickly subsiding to the pleasure in my clit.

Finally you had enough of teasing me after several minutes and my orgasm quickly approaching. It was then that you began to enter me, not once, but two at a time. You had put the strap-on on and were using that in my pussy and your cock up my ass. I knew I could not last very long. From the feel of you, I knew you would not either. As both probes reached deeper and deeper into my inner depths, you reached under me and began to tug on the nipple clips, making me aware of their pain, again reaching down and under me to ensure I'm still pulled open. Finally your fingers begin to rub my swollen clit as you work your dildo dick and hard cock into me. It took no time and I exploded hard and long to your probing. It was not enough for you, however. 

You withdrew and quickly went to eating my still throbbing pussy. Sucking my highly aroused clit into your mouth and pumping my pussy with some large, hard object, I quickly came again; this time sobbing into the pillow from sheer ecstasy, coupled with now excruciating pain as the weighted nipples became overly sensitive from the orgasms. This time it was your time. Again filling my pussy with the strap on, and your cock up my ass, you rode me slow, but hard and began again into my clit with your rough fingers. I knew you had added one of the finger tabs, as all of a sudden there was a softer rubbery feeling on my overly swollen and exposed clit. 

Despite the worsening of the pain, there was no way I could last with long with all this combination. Your cock was massive and growing nearing your own waves of pleasure. Then from no where you pinched lightly, but enough to get my clit between your thumb and forefinger and tug on it...that was all she wrote and I was wrenching in orgasmic bliss for the third time in moments. That did it for you as you exploded a hearty wad of delightful cum into my empty and primed ass. You held my hips for what felt like an eternity, until you cock slithered out of my tight ass. It was only then that you began to release me and remove all your torture gear. Once free you held me tightly against your chest telling me how exquisite it was and how you'd love to do it again and again. I purred and crooned and just melted into your arms. Not sure to cry, laugh, sigh or what. The many sensations I felt at that moment overwhelmed me. 

My nipples hurt like the dickens, my clit so swollen, that my pussy lips, once released caused me discomfort. I never knew satisfaction quite so completely. I was embarrassed from the many new things done to me, including an enema, the torture and how much my body belied my desires for pain, especially nipple and pussy lip clamping. The exposure of the table and being completely helpless was hard to imagine doing voluntarily - yet now that I had, I knew I would love to do it again. I knew was that it was awesome and I was spent and that I loved you and trusted you more than any man ever before.

My day ends much the same as any other. I get home from work, stressed, but relieved another loan closed and funded. You are already home, having left your job a bit early. You are grinning wildly; so much I have to ask what is up. You simply state you have a surprise for me and ask if I am game. I can tell from your excited looks that it must be a really good one. I tell you I am up to almost anything, if I can shower first. You nod and state that a shower would be a good idea.




Bonds of Love Ch. 01



I take a deep cleansing breath before I enter the office, hoping everyone is busy enough not to notice I am an hour late or the fact that I look like shit this morning, from crying all night. I make a concerted effort to avoid everyone and almost make it to the sanctity of my office before I hear a familiar voice behind me. "And where have you been, missy? Do you know that you are over an hour late?" Shit! I freeze, I'm busted. I pause briefly, bracing myself for the deluge.

Slowly turning around I prepare to face The Maci Inquisition. The playful smirk on Maci's face immediately falls into one of sincere concern. "Oh, My God, Lexi! What in the hell happened to you? Are you sick? You really aren't hung over from last night, are you? I didn't think you drank that much at Jenna's party. You look like you have been crying. What's happened?" Maci fires questions at me in rapid succession.

I sigh and turn away, growling as I duck into my office "And hello to you too, Maci. Geez, I haven't even got to my desk and you're already hounding me?" Scowling at my agitation, Maci continues her interrogation.

"Okay girl, spill it. What happened after I left last night? You were fine when I left you and I thought you were leaving too." 

I love Maci, but today I'm really not inclined to share the events that unfolded after we parted ways last night. We were best friends in high school, but we lost touch after graduation. Five years ago we reconnected when both started working for the same employer. Ever since then we have been there for each other, shared our life stories, through the her painful break-up from her high school sweetheart, the death of my father, parenthood and most everything in between.

"Nick and I had a huge fight last night when I got home. It ended with me kicking him out of the bedroom. When I got up this morning he was gone and now I don't know what to think." I explain as briefly as I can, fighting back the urge to cry, again.

"Oh Lexi, hun, I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Maci's expression has changed to one of sympathy.

"Um, no,".......I quip. "I really don't want to talk about it right now." I tell her in a clipped tone. I don't mean to be so curt with her but I can't deal with that sympathetic look in her eyes and her feeling sorry for me right now.

"Oh! Uh o-okay. I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, Alexia. You know I'm here for you if you need to talk." She shrugs apologetically.

"Thanks, I know" I mutter giving her a sad smile.

"You're sure you don't wanna talk?" Maci asks as she reluctantly leaves my office, hesitating for my answer before pulling the door closed behind her. I shake my head never looking up and I bury my face in my hands trying to shut out the world. 

I attempt to delve into the files on my desk, trying to distract myself from the dark cloud of worry hanging over me. I struggle through the morning trying to finish the case files I've been reviewing. I have been reading the same page over and over. Ugh! I am getting no where and I slam the file shut. I've kept my door closed all morning. Luckily, Maci and the rest of the staff have steered clear me this morning giving me some space. 

I check my phone for what seems to be the hundredth time for any contact from Nicholas. Nothing no text, no call or anything, I wonder if I should try to call him. I have really screwed things up this time. My eyes settle at the frame sitting on the corner of my desk. I stare at our wedding photo, our smiling faces stare back at me with all the promise of a happy future. I try to quell a terrible feeling of dread that I may have gone too far pushing my husband to a breaking point. A soft knock on my door causes me to look up seeing Maci standing there waving a white tissue taped to a pencil. Her makeshift flag of surrender makes me roll my eyes and I laugh in spite of my mood.

"Hey Bestie, I know it's earlier than usual for lunch, but why don't we go on downstairs and beat the lunch crowd? They have Cherry Cheesecake on the menu today. Pleeeeease?" Maci begs with a little pout. She her uncanny ability to lift my spirits is really annoying sometimes. "It's just lunch. No counseling session and no 20 questions, I promise." She smiles brightly. Maybe she's going to cut me some slack and not ask any more about Nick or ask me to elaborate on my earlier comments. If I know Maci, my guess is probably not.

"Please Lexi, I know cheesecake is your favorite comfort food and you do deserve to splurge every once in a while. I promise it won't destroy your diet. You have worked so hard to make a 40 something body into a 20 year old sex on legs. There is no way I'm not about to let you fall off the wagon now." 

She winks at me playfully. Maci knows how hard I have worked over the last several months exercising and dieting my way back to a lean size 8. I had hoped that turning my 5'3" athletic built frame back into a toned, tanned hard body that it once was, would ignite the fiery passion that my husband and I once had. Although other men have more than noticed, Nick rarely seems to acknowledge that I'm nothing more than a frumpy 40 year old mother of two. Every once in a while he will make a comment that I'm really looking good, but it has yet to re-ignite any passion like we once had. I am deeply committed to my marriage and neither has ever betrayed our wedding vows. This I know, with all of my being, I know that.

"Hellooooo? Lexi? Are you still with me? Lunch and cheesecake, remember? Can ya help a girl out? I'm wasting away here. And I'm not taking no for an answer." Maci asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I sigh and shrug my shoulders

"Okay, okay. Fine, Maci, you win. I accept, you are too difficult to argue with anyway. I have enough arguing for a while. Let's go."

Surrprisingly, Maci has not asked anymore about last night or this morning. She was gracious enough to keep the conversation light . As we head back to our department, I confess to Maci, "Well, I think I'm going to leave early, today. Do you think you can cover for me, since I came in hour later already? Hopefully, around 2 o'clock at the latest, I'm really not making any progress on my case files anyway." Maci feigns a look of shock as she grabs her chest faking a heart attack,

"What? You? Leave early? Is this the Apocalypse? Alexia Stockton never leaves work early!" Maci scoffs at me and I scowl back at her.

"Well, you already know, Nick and I had an argument." I decide to go ahead and tell Maci the whole story. "When I got home from Jenna's party, I had a little buzz and wanting to show Nick what I bought at the party. He was asleep on the couch, so I thought I would surprise him. So I undressed and slide under the covers with him. I was trying to get something started when he woke up suddenly and pushed me off of him sending me crashing to the floor. I managed to swallow my embarrassment, determined to follow through with my seduction. He picked me up off the floor and pulled me into his and made sure I was okay. I took advantage of the close proximity and began flirting with him and kissing his neck. He stiffened and pulled away, he then told me I was drunk and needed to sleep it off. I was humiliated and mortified." 

"My mortification morphed into rage and....well, I went off. I ended up accusing him of having an affair because no normal red-blooded man would ever turn down sex. I told him I was sick and tired of playing house and being nothing more than his maid and roommate. I .........," pausing a moment before I could continue, I glance at Maci. The expression on her face was unreadable completely aghast. " I—uh, I told him, he had better decide if he wanted me or not because I was sick of being rejected and that I have had to turn men away who had been hitting on me when I go out with my girlfriends. They wanted to take me to bed, unlike him who seemed totally disgusted with me. The shocked look on his face broke my heart Maci, but I meant it and he just stared at me. I stormed off to the bedroom, before the tears came. When I slammed the door on him and locked it, he must have realized I wasn't kidding. He begged me to let him in so we could talk, he beat on the door for an hour before finally giving up. I'm tired of talking Maci, it always ends up with how sorry he is and me forgiving him. I cried all night. When I got up this morning, there was no sign of him. I hope maybe I could get home early and fix us a nice dinner. Hopefully fix this mess I've made. I just hope he comes home."

"Lexi, have you tried calling him?" Maci asks softly

"I'm afraid to....what if he doesn't want to talk to me? I need him to call me." I explain, my reasoning makes no sense. "

"Maybe you should try calling him or sending a text." Maci suggests. 

"I-I don't know. What do I say? I won't say I'm sorry because I'm not. I finally said what I felt without sugar-coating things to spare his feelings. I am still angry. I know it was me who broke the ties of communication; he hasn't even tried to reach me all day. I just don't know what to do. I am so confused. If I back down and give in, then I'm still stuck in a sexless marriage. If I don't reach out to him I could lose him altogether and I really don't want that either. Maci, regardless of everything else, I love Nick. I love him more than life itself, just knowing he loves me isn't enough anymore. I need physical proof. " 

I suddenly realize that I involved Maci much more in my personal life than I planned. I am a very private person when it comes to my marriage. I had always consciously kept details about my sex life and the disappointment that my marriage private but I have reached a breaking point.....a breaking point between Nick and I that may not be repairable and I can't hold these thoughts in any longer.

Maci is always there offering kind words of advice, support and encouragement, even when she knew there was more than what I had been saying. Its humiliating to admit that the steamy hot sex I used to have with my husband would ever just dissipate. He used to be insatiable, sex on a daily basis. When the kids came along, the responsibilities of parenthood took the place of our sex-capades. Now that the kids are out of the house and on their own, I had hoped we could rekindle that fire we once had. I never dreamed the WE would suffer from empty nest syndrome. I always made a conscious effort to separate motherhood and womanhood. 

So far I haven't been able to get back the fiery passion we once had. . . and now I have found myself at a turning point that my marriage may truly be falling apart. Maci gives me a sympathetic smile as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking. 

The silence between us lingers, awkwardness fills the room. In a quick effort to fill the awkward pause, I add brightly, "Wow, you know, that cheesecake you talked me into was awesome! Now I will have to spend an extra hour on the treadmill to work that off! I really did enjoy it, though. You always know how to brighten my day." 

"I really need to finish those two case files and then I'm heading home. Hopefully, I can slip a nap in before cooking dinner. I didn't sleep at all last night. Too bad I can't just spend the rest of the day at the spa being pampered, massaged, waxed and beautified and then be ravaged all night by my husband...but I have a better chance winning the lottery......Maci, thanks again, for everything , you're the best." I give her a hug and I think to myself, right now I just hope Nick comes home. 

Maci returns the hug and whispers, "Hey girl, I'm just returning the favor. You would do the same for me and come to mention it, you have. Besides you never know, maybe that husband of yours might hit his head, wake up and realize what a smoking hot wife he's married to. And he should count his lucky stars you are as devoted as you are. Most women would have been seeking satisfaction elsewhere a long time ago. He's neglected you way too long." 

"Yes, I know, you have told me that before, several times in fact. I just can't believe my luck, most husbands would beg to have a sex mad and insatiable wife like me." I grin at her giving her a mischievous wink. 

"He's too damned lucky is all I have to say, hope he wakes up before its too late," she tosses over her shoulder as she heads back to her work station. 

I head back to my desk. I open the same chart that I have been struggling to get through all morning. As I try to focus on my work, my mind drifts. I think back over the last night's events and over the past several years trying to pinpoint where our sex life de-railed, the lengths I have gone to get us back on track, all the conversations we've had, all of our history.

We were soul-mates since the very beginning. After one of his buddies set us up on a blind date, we fell in love almost instantly. I fought my feelings for several weeks even after he had professed his love on our second date. I had just gotten out of a bad relationship and wasn't ready to get too involved with anyone. He was so patient and never gave up on me. 

I was in my second year of college. Nicholas had just graduated and was struggling to build his own marketing firm. Even on our first date, we felt as if we had known each other all our lives. We married as soon as I graduated and we had the wedding of my dreams. Nicholas' firm started out a little slow and we struggled to keep the lights on and the bills paid. For several years into our marriage, it was my income that kept us going. But we made it. We successfully raised our two beautiful children and are living the American Dream. Well, almost.

I have given him my heart, my body and my soul. He owns me; I need him just as much as I need air to breath. I would do ANYTHING he asked, to have him want me; desire me, to ravage me with passionate kisses and his searing touch. I feel more like his room mate that's available when he wants a release, usually oral sex compliments of me. I enjoy pleasing him, so I do whatever he wants and knowing that I can still make him putty in my hands and that gives me hope that all is not lost. He does make an effort to please me but it makes me feel like he feels obligated to take care of me. He makes me feel rushed that I need to hurry up so he can get his. There IS passion when I can get him focused. He is so absorbed in his work and ESPN.

Last night during our argument, I made it crystal clear that if things didn't change that I was very close to leaving him. I'm tired of being his cook, his maid and his roommate that shares the household expenses and I am finished begging for attention and being little more that his whore. The pained look on his face still haunts me as I slammed the door in his face. When I got up this morning he was gone. 

All at once the gravity of the situation hits me like a speeding truck, leaving me breathless. Have I given him his opportunity to leave? In the 25 years we have been together and we have never gone to bed without resolving an argument between us, until last night.

Oh, God, what have I done? The knot in my stomach tightens and I feel like I am going to lose my lunch. My hands start to tremble and my mind races. Does he really believe I could leave him? There is no way I ever would but I was pretty convincing. I want HIM, dammit, there is no one else for me! God, I want him so bad. Just like in those damned novels I've been reading. I just want passion and overwhelming desire. I want him to take over in the bedroom, claim me, acting out scenes of dominance and submission. That's what I want. I want him to take control, take his time, push my limits, and make me beg, punish me, and take me to those dark places in my psyche. I have learned I like being a submissive to him, to use my body for his pleasure, but I want to be satisfied too! I want to totally trust that he will take care of me.

I jump as my cell phone chirps with a text message, snapping me back to reality. The split second it takes me to grab my phone, hope soars. Oh maybe it's Nick! However, it's only Maci and my heart drops.

QUIT WORRYING AND GET BACK TO WORK

OR YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE!

I look around only to find her in the doorway her cell phone in one hand, shaking a finger and chastising me with the other. I hide my anxiety and flash a weak, fake smile in her direction and nod trying to hide my frenzied thoughts, she nods and gives me a thumbs up before turning back to her desk. "Alexia, you have got to snap out of this!" I tell myself. As I fight back the rising nausea and panic of what I have done, again the tears threaten. I slip off to the ladies room to collect my thoughts and pull myself back together.

Moments later, I return, noticing a flurry of activity and chatter near my office door. "Ugh, what now? I don't think I can deal with anything else, now? I have got to get out of here!" I sigh and make my way over to see what the commotion is all about. Maci is beaming and my co-workers turn as a unit toward me. "Alright guys, what's the ......." I stop mid-sentence, finally seeing what had everyone else buzzing about. There on MY desk is a huge bouquet of red roses! "A-Are those mine?" I am stunned. "Well duh genius, they ARE on YOUR desk! The card has your name on it. So yes, I believe so. SEE?" exclaims Maci her voice dripping with sarcasm.

My hands are shaking, I pray silently that Nick has sent them. I pull the envelope from the bouquet and tear it open. Inside I find a note written unmistakably in Nick's handwriting. My hopes soar, maybe all is not lost. I am flabbergasted, he NEVER sends me flowers. I can count on one hand the number of times he sent flowers the entire 25 years we have been together. He always tells me he hates spending money on something that is going to die in a few days and gets thrown away. On the card, he has written a rather brief and mysterious message:

FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS AWAIT YOU AT THE HOTEL DESK. 

USE THE ENCLOSED KEY

P.S. GET SOME REST, YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT!

N.

OH MY! My breathe hitches and my heart skips a beat. The enclosed keycard is to the Casino Royale Hotel downtown, the most upscale hotel in town. Intrigued by the unexpected gift, my mind is reeling from the innuendo in the message; I have forgotten that I am not alone in the room. Expectant co-workers are staring at me waiting for an explanation. My thoughts are short circuiting my manners and common sense; I'm dizzy, I think I may faint. 

I sit down in a daze. "Um, it's from my husband. We had a fight last night and he's apologizing." It's not exactly what the card said but hopefully it will quell the curiosity. I hear the entire group as if on cue, sigh and I thought I heard someone mutter "isn't that sweet". 

Everyone except Maci was satisfied by my statement, as they collectively return to their work stations; she steps inside my office and closes the door. 

"Okay girlfriend, our co-workers may buy that answer but you better come clean with me! I can tell by the look on your face there is more to that note than a simple, I'm sorry." All I can manage is to hand the note to her. She reads it and her eyes widen and her mouth drops open. "Lexi, Holy Shit! This is what you've been waiting for!" 

All I can do is nod in agreement, I think I'm in shock. "Whatever you told him, Lexi, it must have sunk in finally. Or maybe he has been abducted by aliens and they rewired his brain circuitry." She shoots me a mischievous grin. 

"Oh God, Maci! Is this really happening? If I'm dreaming, please, don't wake me up okay?" 

"Oh Honey this is no dream! You are going to live out your fantasy. I can't wait to hear all the juicy details on Monday." Maci teases. 

"Um well, I have no idea how I am going to concentration on those chart reviews I have to finish before I leave. I guess I need to get to it so maybe I can leave eventually." I say off handedly. 




Bonds of Love Ch. 02



The hotel room is larger than my entire house. The sunken sitting area has a huge white leather sectional with a fur rug in front of a glowing fireplace. The floor to ceiling windows offers me a panoramic view of the rolling hills and meadows below. One would think we were miles away from the hustle of the city instead of sitting at the edge of the bustling historic downtown. 

Along the right wall of the sitting room is a wet bar with every imaginable liquor in miniature shot-sized bottles. Glasses in all shapes and sizes are neatly arranged on glass shelving backlit to offer guests enough ambient light so that no other lighting is necessary. Below the shelving is a refrigerator stocked with a variety of juices, soft drinks and bottled water including an ice maker. Everything a person could possibly need in the order of drinks. 

The one and only bedroom is off to the left of the sitting room. Through the doorway, I see a canopied king size bed embellished with tassels and tapestry rivaling the castles of ancient royal chambers. I enter the room. The entire top half of the bed is covered with pillows of every shape and size, complimenting the colors of the tapestry. At the foot of the bed is an ornately carved wooden bench with a leather padded seat.

A fainting couch sits along the wall of windows with more fur lined throws and pillows. There are large comfortable chairs are turned so the guests can also enjoy the amazing view of the western sky. 

From the bedroom, French doors provide access to the outdoor terrace. On the terrace is a sunken hot tub is surrounded by décor assimilating an outdoor garden, complete with lattice and columns. A cabana sits nearby with a large bed inside overlooking the sunken hot tub. There is a large cobblestone water fountain in the far corner of the balcony. The sounds of the water gurgling in the fountain give a relaxing atmosphere. The entire area is designed to offer guests a relaxing outdoor oasis. I had no idea that the Presidential Suite was on the top floor. 

The bathroom is opposite the French doors. Along the far wall is the shower with glass doors and granite walls. Multiple water jets protrude from the granite walls, positioned to spray from multiple heights and angles. Adjacent to the shower is a large circular jetted bathtub that fills from the top as a waterfall. The lavatories are set in black granite with gold faucets. I ask myself if anyone really uses all these accessories. Through another door in the bathroom is the commode and a bidet, I have seen these however never knew how they work. Maybe we can try this out later.

Now that I have had a chance to tour the Suite, I return the bedroom and settle on the luxurious bed to read the contents of the envelope.

What I have planned for you tonight has been carefully thought out and planned exactly. Follow all of these instructions EXACTLY as I have written them and I guarantee your every fantasy will be fulfilled and exceed anything you could ever imagine. I know you well enough to know you don't like following instructions but submit to me, trust me that I will give everything you want, need and desire. Now undress. Place everything in the garment found in the closet include your shoes and underwear. Hang the bag with your clothes outside your door. Ring James and tell him you need laundry services and you have left them outside the door. Let me remind you, trust me. Take a bath in the tub, relax. Enjoy. 

TRUST ME. Baby

LOVE NICK

P.S. Be careful what you wish for

That's it? No other instructions. I start the bath water and undress, I place all of my belongings in the garment bag. I grab one of the large bath towels wrap myself in it. Doing as I am told, I take the bag and hang it outside in the hallway. I take a quick glance down the hallway in both directions; there are no other rooms on this floor. I take a deep breath and close the door. I call James about laundry service. 

I pour myself a glass of wine from the bar and head into the bathroom. By now the bathtub is full; I sprinkle the bath salts into the steamy water. I close the bathroom door, hanging my towel on the hook on the back of the door. I slip into the hot steamy water; it smells of vanilla and lavender. Mmm, this is heavenly. I press the button to turn on the jets, sip my glass of wine and drift off into a state of suspended consciousness, somewhere between asleep and awake.

I am startled awake by a knock on the bathroom door. My first thought is Nick has arrived, but much to my horror it's another man's voice. How did anyone else get in here! 

"Hello? Mrs. Stockton, are you in there? My name is Stephan and I am here for your massage. Please forgive my intrusion but no one answered and I had explicit instructions to come right up." 

I call out, "I am in the tub right now. Can you come back later?" 

"No ma'am, I am sorry I can't. My schedule this afternoon is very full, my sincerest apologies, Mrs. Stockton."

Well, uh, okay, if that's the way it has to be then I guess I will play along. "Okay, Stephan, uh, can you give me a few minutes? I need to dry off."

"Oh, yes ma'am. I have to get set up anyway so take your time. Would you like to have your massage on the terrace or the bedroom?" 

Oh! "Uh I- guess uh. I think the terrace would be nice, it is a beautiful day." I answer thinking if this night plays out like I think it might, what's it going to hurt for me to be a bit risqué myself, besides being in the bedroom with another man may be a bit awkward for me. 

"Very fine. Just come out when you've dried off." He calls as I hear him open the French doors onto the terrace. 

I slip from the tub and dry off. I search the closet and bathroom to find a robe. The closet is completely empty! Oh no now what do I do? All I have is a bath towel to cover myself. I can't believe the hotel failed to provide a robe. I should ring James about this, but right now I have a massage waiting.

A few moments later, I step out into the brilliant sunlight of the terrace wrapped only in a towel. Stephan smiles and pats the table, "Good day Mrs. Stockton. If you will dis-robe and lie face down on the table here, we can get started." Dis-robe? I laugh inwardly at the irony. I wish I had one to "dis-robe" from. I look up at Stephan with a questioning look. Am I just supposed to just drop the towel with him standing there?

Noting my hesitation to undress in front on him, he smiles politely excuses himself for a moment. When he returns, I am face down on the table covering the important parts of my body with the sheet he provided me. He asks me if I want music and I agree that it would be nice. He hands me a set of headphones while explaining the purpose, "The music I use is especially designed to enhance the experience of the massage and meditation, it is much more effective through headphones." 

I nod and rising onto my elbows to adjust the headphones for my comfort; once I adjust the volume to a comfortable level I settle my face back into the headrest. The music he has chosen is a beautiful composition of string instruments. As the music floats back and forth inside the headset alternating sides, it gives me the feeling of spiraling downward, mentally transporting me to a subconscious state of serenity. I relax into his expert hands as he massages months of tension from my body. The music fades away and I hear Stephan softly calling to me from somewhere far away. I'm not sure if I fell asleep or just suspended consciousness but it seemed like only a few minutes. 

. 

"Mrs. Stockton?........ Alexia? ........Are you awake?" I awake to Stephan gently nudging my shoulders. 

"HMMM? What? Oh Stephan, I so sorry, I must have nodded off." I apologize, flushing from the embarrassment of falling asleep on him.

"Oh my dear, not to worry, it happens all the time. Most everyone does at one time or another, it just lets me know I have done my job." He gives me an understanding smile. 

"I am all finished here. I hope you enjoyed your massage. It has been a privilege and a pleasure providing you this service via Casino Royale Hotel. I will give you a few moments to get dressed, and then I will gather my things and be on my way. Your next service is scheduled to be here at 3 pm so I would recommend taking this time to relax and take a nap if you choose. I can arrange a call in advance so you won't be surprised again, if you'd like." He gives me a warm understanding smile.

"Yes, Stephan I would appreciate that. Do you know what's next?" I ask, hoping for some clue as to what the mysterious plans my husband has for me.

"No I don't but I can call down and find out while you are getting dressed." He adds with a questioning smile as he steps away while I wrap myself in the only garment I have, my fluffy towel.

Stephan returns with a bottle of water for me, as he gathers his supplies he informs me of what is next. "Your next service is a facial, manicure-pedicure, and waxing. That is the only information I can share with you at this time. " 

"Thank you Stephan, I have nothing to tip you with but you were outstanding."

"That is very generous of you but I am not allowed to accept gratuities; I am compensated very well for my services. Now be sure and drink this entire bottle of water and at least one more this afternoon. It flushes out all of the toxins that were released during the massage." He smiles and gives me a knowing nod and leaves closing the door behind him. 

I finish off the bottle of water Stephan gave me and decide to take his recommendation of a nap, it sounds wonderful as relaxed as I am at this moment. I recall Maci making the same suggestion and think about sending her a brief text but I remember my cell is in my purse locked away in my car somewhere in valet parking. I don't even have a claim ticket to recover my car. 

Oh well, all I can do now is take a nap. I'm wondering about clothes and I take a minute to search the dresser and closet. There is not one stitch of clothing in the entire suite! I snuggle into the mound of pillows leaving my towel on. I'm not sure why I didn't take it off but I don't really care either. I drift off into a relaxing, peaceful sleep trying to imagine what delicious experiences await.

As promised, a few minutes before 3 o'clock, my bedside phone rings with my wake up call. I stretch like a cat who has been sunning in the window, realizing how refreshed and how great I feel. My entire body is relaxed and the aches and pains I normally deal with on a routine basis are gone. My, what Stephan can do with those hands of his.

I pad over to the wet bar and grab another bottle of water from the mini refrigerator which is well stocked with water and various fruit juices. I guzzle down most of the bottle at once. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was! As I finish the remaining water in the bottle, the doorbell rings. The excitement in my belly awakens reminding me of where I am and the mysterious evening ahead.

Still dressed in nothing but a towel, I greet two smiling young ladies pulling wheeled suitcase boxes. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Stockton. I am Ella and this is Sara, we are here for your scheduled facial and manicure-pedicure." 

I step aside allowing them entry into the suite. They quickly open and unpack the contents of each suitcase. One of the suitcase boxes opens and unfolds into a spa chair, the other contains various nail polishes and supplies, facial gels and lotions among other items. In a matter of minutes they have turned the suite into my own private spa. 

Ella turns to me and gestures for me to sit down in the chair. 

"Now, if you will just be seated here, we can get started." 

I step forward and sit down expecting the portable chair to be rather uncomfortable however I am pleasantly surprised that it was very comfortable, contoured for support with soft leather cushions. I relax and Sarah steps behind me reclining me in the chair where I'm more accessible to them. Ella confirms the services ordered as she my hair is wrapped and I settle back into the chair.

"Sarah will be doing a mini-facial only, it leaves your skin glowing without the all the redness of a full facial. I will be doing your hands and feet after we do all the waxing." 

"Wh-What waxing???" I ask with a note of panic. 

"Well, it says her, you ordered a modified Brazilian wax." Ella replies with a bit of confusion in her voice.

"Wh-What is a modified Brazilian wax?" I ask.

"Well, mostly in a typical brazilian wax, there is usually some irritation initially. We use a combination of special pretreatment ointments and light therapy that eliminate the pain and irritation completely." Sara adds smiling. "This method is an exclusive here at the Casino Royale Spa and we are completely booked solid in the spa, and coming up to a room for one is ONLY for the High Roller VIP clients." 

"Oh, uh well okay. I have never had any kind of waxing done.....uh down there. I'm not sure about that." I stammer awkwardly, thinking about being fully exposed like that in front of two strange women. 

"Well, I assure you once you try it you will never want hair down there again." Ella gives me a knowing wink. "We can't make you but I do highly recommend it." Sara chides in.

"No, no. Let's do it. Its just I wasn't expecting it and since having my kids 20 years ago, only my husband and doctor go there now." I giggle. In the back of my mind, I hear Nick's voice, "Obey......" and I shudder with arousal.

"Great! Well shall we get started?" Ella smiles as she lifts my legs into stirrups, my cheeks flush at the thought and I close my eyes trying to clear my mind of all the thoughts swirling about The ladies make small talk trying to calm my nerves as they set about the task of making me beautiful. Ella confirms the does a French manicure on both my hands and feet as Sarah works on my face. An hour later I am buffed and waxed and polished. The ladies gather their boxes to leave. 

"It's been lovely working with you today, Mrs. Stockton. I hope you have a wonderful evening ahead. Jon Pierre will be here shortly to do your makeup and hair. I would suggest a quick shower to remove any residual wax and oils from skin and hair before he arrives. Have a wonderful evening." Ella closes the door behind her and I make my way to the shower.

Turning on the shower, water jets from multiple directions; I adjust the temperature and step inside. The smell of jasmine and vanilla wrap around me as I wash my hair and body. I explore my body, now void of hair from the neck down. My fingers explore between my legs and I inhale sharply at the new sensation of being bare. Hmmm, I think I like this. 

I take a moment to let the water cascade over my head and face and lean my forehead against the cool glass of the shower wall. The last few hours have been surreal. I am almost questioning myself whether this is really happening. Yes, this is real it definitely is not a dream. The shower has steamed up the entire room. I shut off the water and step out into the bathroom. I towel dry my hair and proceed to dry myself in the luxury of another large soft hotel towel. The doorbell rings. 

Okay, the next phase of my transformation.

I open the door to a boisterous over-the-top Jon Pierre. He swirls into the suite spouting directions with a heavy French accent that I can barely understand what his is saying. He takes the towel from my hair and explains how he is going to make me more beautiful than Princess Kate. Directing me to his portable styling chair, his assistants break open their boxes containing everything a movie studio dressing room would contain.

Jon Pierre and his assistants whirl around me. I'm really beginning to feel like Cinderella minus the cute little furry characters. Jon Pierre puts his finishing touches on the soft curls of a semi up do creating soft tendrils to fall around my face. His assistants finish with my makeup and lipstick. In unison, they all step back and stare at me. Jon Pierre looks at each of his colleagues then back to me. A wide smile splits his face and he claps his hands like a child who just received a gift. 

"AH, My lovely, you are a site to behold. My work here is done." He blows me a two-handed kiss and flits out the door. His assistants busy themselves with gathering their supplies and leaving a few minutes later. 

I walk over to the mirror; the image looking back at me is..... Almost unrecognizable. I am drop dead gorgeous! Wow, I look like I just stepped out of a model shoot. Still wrapped in nothing but a towel, I am wondering if I am ever going to get to put on clothes anytime soon. Maybe Nicholas will just show up and I won't need any. I wander out onto the terrace wondering what I am to do. Only having a towel to wear I can't go out like this. 

I hear the doorbell, hopefully someone is brining me some clothes. Maybe it's Nick, I haven't heard anything from him all day, since the note at the hotel desk there has been no contact at all. I open the door and James is standing there with a garment bag and a rather large shopping bag. As he hands me the packages, he informs me, "I will return to escort you downstairs at 6 o'clock sharp."

Finally, I have clothes. I open the garment bag first, "Oh my!" I exclaim as I pull out a beautiful red silk halter dress with a deep plunging neckline and completely backless allowing only coverage of the bare necessities. The fabric gathers in the front at the waist and embellished with rhinestones arranged in a sunburst pattern. Strings of rhinestones lace their way across the open back. The length stops just above the knee and a sexy slit to the hipbone. I have never worn such a sexy dress. I hang it on the bedroom door. 

I begin delving into the contents of the shopping bag. I find three small boxes of various sizes and a larger shoe box. I open the square flat one finding a beautiful open heart necklace of white gold with matching earrings accented with tiny rubies and diamonds. The second box holds two loops with tiny seed pearls dangling from the ends. My insides clinch as I realize they are nipple jewelry. I recall that I had at one time briefly mentioning to Nick how hot I thought it would be to wear, when he caught me browsing a website selling non-piercing body jewelry. The third small box contained a pair of thigh silk stockings with a matching garter belt, and a white lace g-string. The waist band made of white lace trimmed with red rhinestones and the rest made of pearls matching the nipple clips. Hmm, how odd, pearls there? I wonder how uncomfortable wearing those will be.

Upon opening the shoe box, I find red stilettos embellished with rhinestones matching the dress. They are gorgeous! I just hope I can walk in them. I'm not known to be a graceful person.

I set about getting dressed, sliding on the silken stockings and the lace garter belt. I slide on the g-string, situating the string of pearls along my slit. I attach the nipple rings, securing them in place as instructed. As I move about the room, the pearls work their way deeper into the crease of my ass and against my clit, combined with the swing of the tiny jewels adorning my breast is nearly enough to set me off.

That's just like Nicholas to sexually torture me to the point I may self-combust. I try to limit my movement to reduce the torturous stimulation and the growing pressure in my groin. I slip my shoes on and rise shakily on heels way too tall for me. I carefully slip the dress over my head and it slithers down my body. Amazingly it fits me like a glove and I stand in front of the three sided mirror. I am amazed at the woman looking back at me. Who is she? I have been transformed into a modern day Cinderella. Well almost Cinderella, she didn't wear red stilettos, I chuckle to myself.



Bonds of Love



Relaxing from the stresses in the hot shower, I can't help but wonder what you are up to. I clean up with some scented shower gel, making sure every crevice is clean. After rinsing off, I shave myself thoroughly. Hurriedly, I get out of the shower and dry off. I put on my normal undergarments and a loose cotton button up dress. Quickly I dry my hair and with one final glance of approval, I return to you waiting patiently in the kitchen. Your smile broadens as you see me. Ready, you ask? I nod quietly. You tell me that this is such a surprise I must be blindfolded for the trip. I concede, assuming we are going to a very special restaurant or somewhere I really wanted to go. 

You get in the car beside me and gently, but firmly blindfold me. We drive for around 15-20 minutes. I am clueless as to where we are. You tell me you need to go and check on things, but wanted to be sure I would not peek as to where I am. You tell me you are going to tie my hands behind my back, but just until we get inside. I nod, guessing this is really special. I sit patiently in the car, hands tied, blindfolded. 

I hear you open the car door and then feel you helping me out. You carefully guide me in the door. There is soft music playing; the smell of fragrant candles permeates the room. Instantly I understand that this is nothing like I expected; definitely not a restaurant... but still was clueless as to the events yet to follow. 

You untie my hands, but leave me blindfolded. You tell me I am in for the night of my life. Your hands begin to unbutton my dress, startled, I protest, briefly. Once my dress is off, I feel you remove my undergarments. Now naked, I stand before you. Your hot breath on my neck, hands tracing down my sides, touching me lightly. Your kisses upon my mouth persistent, as our tongues dance wildly. My passion starts to grow, but I am still confused as to what is really happening here. I ask you to remove the blindfold, but you say soon, but not yet. 

You walk away, and then I feel you placing some sort of weird garment around my breasts, much too small I might add. I pull back, but you hold me firmly and again, tell me to relax. I tell you that whatever you have on me is too small and it is tight. Yes, you say, it is supposed to be. I feel your fingers circle my nipples; so now I know there must be holes in the material for them to be exposed. Now you help me to sit down. Strange, the chair feels a bit like a dentists chair. I begin to question, what is going on, you just tell me to relax; this night is for your enjoyment. Of course it is so hard to relax when there are so many questions.

I now feel you moving my arms to the chair arms where you clamp some sort of metal device over each, holding them firmly in place. I protest. You tell me to hush up or you will gag me too... 

WHOA, now that came from left field. Next I feel you lift one leg into a metal contraption, much like that of an OB birthing table, but my leg gets locked in, unable to move; next you do the other leg. Now helpless, all my verbal protests do nothing, or do they provoke you further into excitement? I hear the excitement rising in your voice. As you lean over to kiss me, your breath faster than I have known in quite sometime. Now you have total control over my naked body and me. I feel you move to the foot of the "chair" and part my legs widely, and then lock this contraption into place. I feel the electric motor of the chair begin to lower my torso downwards, further thrusting my pelvis and legs into the air. I begin to plead that you let me go. Of course, you won't.

Feeling a bit scared, yet I know I can trust you; I just wonder why you won't let me loose to enjoy touching you as you place me into your handiwork. I plead with you to remove the blindfold, which you say you will as soon as you are all situated. I ask you, what you mean by that. SHHHHHHHHH, just enjoy, or I will gag you. Well, I certainly did not want that in addition to the exposure that I am already facing. Being in no position to bargain, all I can do is be there. I hear your pants unzip and unbuckle. I can only assume you are undressing.

I hear a cabinet door or something open, then close. Your presence is near me. I feel your body heat. My mind is buzzing as I hear sounds, not totally sure what they are. Was that a lid coming off a can, or what? I feel your hands touching my breasts, then some thick gel being applied to each nipple. What, I exclaim, are you doing? Once again, you tell me to enjoy. The gel was warming, getting hotter, and nearly burning my tender flesh. I could feel my nipples firming, standing straight up. You snicker, mostly under your breath, but I heard it. It feels good, you ask. Not really I say, but then my very erect nipples lie for me. You tell me it is designed to heat up, but that it is edible and won't burn for more than a few minutes. The coolness of the A/C will help take the edge off. I could feel more than my nipples burning, my pussy now secreting some warm juices of it's own. 

I hear the snap of plastic gloves being put on. You tell me it's so the gel won't get into "other" areas, yet. I feel you clip something firmly to my swollen outer pussy lip, then loop it over my leg, only to clip it onto the same lip, lower down, pulling that lip wide open. You do the same to the other side, totally exposing my covered clit and labia. Realizing that "dental" tools can be used for more than teeth; now knowing that you have used the chain for the cloth that goes on one's chest during dental proceedings, to pull my pouting lips into full exposure. I moan softly, as I begin to imagine wonderful things happening to my very exposed self.

Once again, the chair moves, the bottom part no longer touching me, I'm suspended by the leg clamps and back and arm rests, but it is still comfortable. The only thing uncomfortable is the feelings I'm having. Am I enjoying this as much as my body tells me I am, or is it a combination of fear, desire, and trust??? I can't be sure, but my pussy is beginning to ache for something. If you had looked at me in that area, you would have seen my desire, as it is now, clearly evident and running down my backside.

I hear a chair roll up, your sides barely touching my inner thighs. I know you are between my legs, looking; enjoying the sights and smells is all I can assume. I feel nothing, so you have yet to touch me. I hear a faint motor. What is that I ask? Oh, just something, be patient you will soon find out. You place something beneath me, hard plastic, but not uncomfortable. It goes up to about my waist, but underneath, buckling in front. I can't imagine what that is, so I ask. Oh, you tell me it is just to catch the fluids. Fluids? What are you talking about? Now horror strikes! Am I in for an enema??? All kind of wild things run amok in my mind. I dare not say a word, but am afraid not to... I remain speechless. Again, the soft motor. I feel a warm trickle run down between my pussy lips, over my covered clit, down the crack of my butt. Relaxing a bit, I realize it is water. Now you position the flow from the underside of my clit, shooting upwards and over it, then allowing it to flow back into the plastic tray (receptacle) under me. You adjust the temperature, to go from cold to warm, to near hot and back again, then you play with the pressure, to a slow drizzle, to a stream, to a pistoning jet flow and back again, continuing to adjust temperature and stream, I'm getting very excited. You continue to play and experiment to see what temperature feels best and which jet stream is the one, which brings greatest pleasures. As you sense I am nearing an orgasm, you totally stop. I hear the chair roll away. You remove my blindfold. 

It takes a moment of two for my eyes to adjust to the bright lights, but once I adjust, I see a huge mirror over me, I see my exposed self-strapped in and you enjoying every moment of my teasing torture. You rub more gel onto my nipples, which are taught with the stretching of vinyl material over them. Once again the burning; quickly while the affect is at it's best you return between my legs to "torture" me with your water jets. I am able to see for the first time, many contraptions you have hooked to your "dental chair", including vibrators, anal tools; etc. My mind reels, but my body responds harder. I feel my first of what will become many orgasms about to tear through me. You have the water on high, shooting upwards over my now erect and exposed clit, the temperature quite warm, but slowly cooling. 

My nipples burning and straining, so tightly erect. You take your middle finger and index finger and gently apply pressure to my slippery entrance. Pressing firmly in a downward direction, but not entering; I feel an explosion ready to go. In a quick turn of events, you slide those two-gloved fingers deep inside of me, directly to the spot that only you can find fast, the watering turning colder, and harder. You apply pressure downward at the entrance of my soaked pussy, and apply pressure upward with your fingertips against my magic spot, rubbing in circles. Between all this I can't stop the inevitable. I feel myself give way, an orgasm tearing me. I squeal, scream, moan, and quake as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy rip me from momentary reality. You don't stop and allow this to just go away. 

Swiftly the water is removed from my pussy, but it is replaced with your warm mouth, covering my now swollen and tenderest of all areas. Your fingers still inside working magic; just allowing the tremors to subside, but not stop. As your tongue begins to rub and encircle my clit, I feel another explosion build. In no time at all, I'm cumming to the mercies of your mouth and fingers. Then as I cum, you take my budded clit into your teeth and flick your tongue up and down, as I cry and beg for mercy to let me regain composure...you will have nothing to do with it. 

Now you stand and present me an enormous erection, dying to drive into me hard and fast; yet you control yourself and enter me slowly. You smear more gel onto my nipples and pinch and roll and rub them, driving me crazier as you slowly and drainingly stroke your cock into my dripping pot. You warn me that you are going to put some of the gel onto my clit and rub it so I can really cum hard - NOT that I hadn't cum hard enough. I ask you not to, but of course, what choice do I have. Reaching over me, you take some of the gel, expose my tender stiffness and apply it directly on the button. I gulp, then complain that it burns; so you say in a mocking tone, here, I'll rub it for you, chuckling the whole time. 

And you do just that, rub it into my swollen clit, with your thumb, all the while pumping yourself into me with great self-control. Your rubbing and pumping are arousing me so much more that I feel another wave building from who knows where deep within me. Your cock twitches and begins to take on it's own personality, now ready to drill me hard and fast. Your thumb furiously working my clit, alternating softly pinching it and pulling it so that when I cum, I really explode. I feel you stop, withdraw; not sure why, I look at you puzzled. I feel you slip your fingers into me again, to rub my inner spot as you play and toy with my outer button, you can sense me nearing orgasm now, so quickly you smear more gel onto my clit, rub my inner button a few moments more, then in seconds flat, slam your hard cock home inside me. 

Now you pump me with abandon and rub, squeeze and play my clit like I have never had done; I begin quaking and shaking and guttural moans emit my throat as I cum so hard, with the burning of the gel, the sheer pleasure of the exposure, the depth of which your hardened cock reaches places it never has before. Now you explode, not like usual, but in shakes and shivers as you realize what these pleasures have done to me, and for me, and you cum and cum and cum and just when I think you may be done, I feel you reach around my bottom and slip a finger into my slick ass, only to cause you to regain your fierce erection, thus enabling you to keep going. 

How that happened I will never know, but your hardened cock just would not quit. Once you knew you could go again, you stopped and slipped the anal intruder all the way up my ass and turned it on high. The thrill of that was enough to start me on my way for another round. With that deep in me, more gel spread onto my nipples and raw burning clit you enter me for another go round yourself. This time, you could not come very easily, and my clit took on a deep redness, swollen, angry, ready to be left alone, but you could not do that. You had to force another orgasm from it - make that two, before you could cum. 

My ass had been drilled, my pussy pumped and my clit handled in so many ways, it never knew what could or would come next. Finally you exploded firmly inside me. After a few moments of resting/recovery you withdrew and sat back in an easy chair. I was so exhausted, I could not think. I was sore, but a good sore, worn and used; but that was okay, as it was all in the name of love and lust. I asked you to let me out of the "torture chair", but you would not hear of it - advising me to relax, there was definitely more to cum...

We talked some about how this chair came to be. You explained about your friend Mark being a Ob/Gyn doctor and Mike being a Dentist. The three of you put your thinking cabs on in an effort to create the ultimate of female submission device, in the form of a pleasure/teaser chair. Not a submission designed to humiliate or torment; but one designed to restrain for each of you to use on your women, one the female could not get out of, allowing you each to have your own way as long as you each wanted. This chair provided the tools necessary to bring lasting and enduring pleasure to any woman, with out hurting her (yet each acknowledges this could be used for that, but was NOT designed for it). Because Mark was very familiar with the internal workings of a woman, he chose the proper sex tools geared for ultimate in female pleasure; Mike got the chair and the three of us put it together and re worked the mechanics of the functioning of it; and thus you are now the first "victim" of the "pleasure/torture seat", you proudly told me.

It was becoming evident that this conversation was arousing to you, as your softened penis was beginning to twitch and stiffen slightly. It was just a matter of time before you would be ready and able to pursue my pleasure (and thus your own) again. I was less leary this time, but probably should not have let my guard down.

You said to me, through your thick grin, time to go again. I complained, but definitely not as hard this time, as I had just enjoyed some of the most incredible pleasures of my life. Being prepared for these events would have definitely NOT contributed to what I have experienced thus far, so the lack of foreknowledge was a good idea on your part and what is yet to come is certainly a good thing I did not know. 

You put the blindfold back on me; against my wishes. You told me it was for my own good this time. That certainly aroused my suspicions. You cleaned the gel off of me using a mild soap and lots of water. The cleaning process was pleasing as was the soothing water, which helped me to relax and just enjoy what ever was yet to happen. I could not see anything that was going on, so to totally relax was out of the question, I knew I had to stay semi alert...but should have been more alert than that.

I heard the door open, then close. I called your name, to make sure I was not left alone. You did not answer. I called it once again, still no answer from you, then I heard "her" answer. A female voice...WHAT was going on here! How dare you allow a woman into the room to see me in this state. "She" told me to relax much as you had, but this was different. I had never expected this, ever. I realized you must be in the room, watching, as every man desires seeing two women..., don't they? I felt her warm mouth gently nibbling and kissing my freshly washed nipples, still in their restraints. I responded, delightfully moaning, yet NOT really wanting to. Her tongue was delightful, teasing each nipple skillfully. Her mouth slowly sucking in one then the other, while her fingers (softer than a man's) rolled and toyed with my other one. My pussy starting to become aroused - how dare my own body betray me. 

The chair rolled across the floor. I wondered who/what was happening now. Soon the chair tilted further back, raising my back end and legs higher into the air, lowering my torso in an upside down and backwards "c" shape. She was still tending my nipples, expertly, I may add. My slippery juices now running from my honey pot. Whoever was between my legs (assuming it was you) could have a very clear view. I continued to enjoy her skills, then I felt a warm tongue trace my open lips around the devices that held me open and downward toward my ass, missing all the good parts, but teasing me just the same. Shortly, I felt another mouth upon my breasts, now I knew there was at least one more person in the room - man or woman, I had no clue. Now three mouths upon my body, one on each breast, and one on my crotch. What a dizzinging experience this was. I complained to you, that this was not fair or called for; but it did no good. I heard you tell me to enjoy, which I was, but was not able to relax. Then I heard you tell "him" to shut me up. My head was turned to the right by "hands" and I felt a hard cock at my mouth. I realized it was not you...but "his". 

At first I was reluctant to take it - but you told me, no, demanded, I suck it. I gave in and did as instructed. Your mouth returning to orally please me as she continued to work both my nipples again. Your tongue was driving me insane, her mouth doing wonders and his cock, well, I love to suck, and so it was really making me hot. I heard her whisper to you to "fill me". I was not sure what she meant by that, but could only assume it was using one of the many toys that were attached to the chair. I was right. I felt a very large object at my entrance. "She" began to take charge, giving instructions to both men now, telling them how to please me. The large soft object slid in with only slight resistance. I knew it was a huge vibrator, what I didn't know was that it was inflatable. Quickly, between bites, nibbles, pinches, and twists upon my nipples; she told you to fill it up and then turn it on. She also instructed him to fill my mouth and throat with his hot semen, so that he could last longer when it came "time". 

"Time", time for what, I wondered, unable to speak with his fat cock in my throat. I knew it would not be long before I tasted his froth, he was thickening by the moment. I felt a soft hand on my face and realized "she" was folding his balls, while I sucked his cock. Your mouth now placed firmly upon my clit, working magic as the very fat and long penis substitute buzzed deep inside me. You were gently stroking it back and forth, but only moving it in and out perhaps an inch or two. 

He was now heartily pumping his cock into my wanting mouth, as her fingers worked their magic; then he exploded and jerked as his cock spewed forth the tasty juices I so desired. I swallowed and continued to suck, to gain each drop. Her voice crackled new instructions as she told "him" to eat her as she moved to eat me. WHOA, I protested...again, to no avail. 

You moved out of the chair and replaced "his" position at my side, "she" replaced you with her mouth now firmly planted on my pussy, working the huge vibrating dildo. I could feel her moving in an uncontrollable manner, as she was tasting my pussy juices. Her manipulations of the huge object were erratic and a bit rough, but not painful. I assumed she was enjoying his oral ministrations upon her. Then I felt your cock upon my mouth. I quickly opened for your entrance. My tongue dancing upon the head and rubbing your most sensitive spot. I gladly sucked and toyed with your tool. My pussy being stretched open continually and licked and nibbled by "her". My mind whirling, my body responding beyond belief of the exquisite pleasures. 




Bonds of Love



"Her" new instructions, between licking me, were for "him" to get the anal intruder ready for insertion. I panicked, trying to eliminate you from my mouth, without success. Your penetration just got deeper, nearly choking me. Her mouth insistent, but erratic. The huge dildo, vibrating more intense than I have ever known one to do. She told "him" it was time. Then I felt the pressure upon my waiting butt, and the device readily accepted. He worked it in and out, as he continued to eat her pussy and she devouring mine. I knew I could not hold on any longer. You knew it too, the way I was not so carefully sucking you. Your cock ready to go now... and all of a sudden she demanded it all stop. I was on the brink, you were too and I guess she was close too. 

She instructed "him" to remove the intruder, clean it up. I heard water running, so I guess he was. She told you to move as she said she wanted me to eat her. NOW, I really protested. NO WAY!!!! She told me I had no choice, which was true. She straddled my face and placed her very juicy pussy right on my mouth. The she buried her face into my own slippery slit, in a female on female 69. What could I do, but explore her tenderness - so I did. The guys were groaning. She stopped momentarily and asked "him" to insert the anal intruder into her ass and to fuck her pussy as well. She instructed you to enter my ass and fuck it slow and hard; and to use the huge dildo on my over saturated pussy. I felt you ease carefully in my tight butt, I groaned as you passed over the tightening ring, then past. Her mouth returned to my clit. 

Now I was dying of sheer pleasure, my self, dizzy, but experiencing things I have never done before and probably never would again. My ass being pleasured by the man I love as he also controlled the largest vibe I have ever had the ecstasy to know, while eating another woman, and having my own clit devoured by this woman, which is being fucked by a man and anally pleased with an intruder...now what more could any woman want? And then without any ability to stop it - I came, causing you to cum deep in my ass, triggering her orgasm, causing her to clamp onto my clit relentlessly, which I simultaneously did to her, causing her orgasm which then triggered his deep inside her. For who knows how long, we all just existed in one long, hard and deep heart rendering, and pure animalistic orgasmic explosion. One by one, they untangled themselves from the love group that had just been together. I heard water running, the device removed from my swollen and satisfied pussy, your cock, withdrawn from my ass and within minutes the door opened and closed again.

My blindfold was removed and it was just you and I. As my eyes regained adjustment to the lighting, I smiled slyly, satisfied and exhausted. Words were NOT exchanged as you gradually lowered the chair to a normal state, then unclipped my pussy lips that had been stretched open. Then you unfastened my legs and finally my arms. As you helped me to my feet, I could barely stand, wobbling to and fro. Your arms encircled my waste, pulling me to you and holding me firmly. You pressed your lips to mine, sliding your tongue into my mouth. I felt one arm go around my neck, your fingers tangled slightly in my hair. We semi collapsed into one another's arms and said nothing. What good would have words done anyways...?



Bonds Unbroken



I lay in my bed, shivering under the covers. I couldn't make a noise, couldn't stop the darkness when it came to smother me. I lay gasping over and over trying to get enough air in my lungs to release a scream. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear, but I could feel. The fear, sharp and acrid, was punctuated by a flash of blinding pain. I managed to sit up and scream when then, trembling violently as I huddled against the wall in the darkness.

My father rushed into my room and flicked on the light beside my bed. "Velaku, are you okay? What is it, what happened?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist and cried into his warm skin. His wings folded around me, brushing gently down my back in sharp contrast to the pain I had felt in my dream. Here was comfort and peace, a warm haven to take away the fear and misery that I dreamed about every few nights. He always came to comfort me; every time I cried out he woke me and held me until I calmed. 

He asked about the nightmare but I couldn't speak of what happened to me in the dreams. This time had been the worst one, never before had they been so real. I had felt actual physical sensation and pain rather than just the sense of foreboding and overwhelming fear in the darkness.

"Velaku, look at me," My father pulled my chin up to stare into my wet eyes. "This dream holds power over you as long as you allow it. It cannot harm you if you do not let it. Whatever happens it isn't happening to you, not really. It's not real."

"I know it's not real," I whispered, unable to speak louder with my throat so raw from the violent screaming and tears that clogged it. I continued to tremble and had to fight to speak at all. "I don't know how to stop the fear. I don't understand why it keeps coming, I don't want to dream like this but it won't go away."

"In time, you will learn why you bear this burden I am sure. The whys of things in life are rarely so easily answered. But for right now you have me. I will be here whenever you fear your dreams and together we will try to find a way to beat them. Remember, my wings will always shelter you in times of trouble." 

I nodded and trembled a little as I rested my small head against his chest. He held me and rocked me for a time before he laid me back down, pulling up the powder blue sheets and my cloud coverlet and kissed my forehead. That was all the reassurance my child mind needed. But still the dreams continued.

It was several years after that night that my father went to work one day and never returned. My teenage mind didn't grasp the import of the whispers and fearful looks that went on for days. I knew something was wrong when I asked my mother each day where my father was but I had such confidence in his promise that he would always be there for me I accepted her feeble reassurances and shrugged off the vague worry I felt deep inside.

Then one night I had another nightmare.

It started off with the same lack of sensation but the fear and the pain were more intense than ever. A sense of heat and blood, the taste and smell filled my senses. I felt almost as if I was experiencing the dream in truth. I was somehow aware of my body lying in my bed yet I was unable to wake up. I could feel things, things that felt like they were shifting inside of me. I tried desperately to wake up, used all the will I possessed to stop the dream. 

I finally lunged upright and gasped before an agonized scream tore from my throat. My mother rushed into my room, the bright light from the living room dazzling my eyes from where I huddled against the wall. When she sat next to me crooning I saw the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Where is he Mother? Where is he?" 

I needed my father; I needed his wings and his promise of safety.

She pulled my head back with both her hands to look into my eyes, the cobalt blue eyes I got from my father. 

"We got a phone call tonight from the police. They found your father but he was hurt by some bad people. He can't come home to us sweetheart, he was just hurt too bad. But now he's up in the currents soaring the sky forever while he waits for us to join him. He will always watch over you but he can't come back home again."

I didn't understand, not at first. She kept stroking my face as tears slipped down hers to drip on her blouse. I shook my head and frowned as I mouthed her words silently as I tried to make sense of them. I shrieked over and over when it finally sank in that my father would never return to earth, never fold his wings around me and tell me it would all be okay. 

I tore out of my mother's arms and ran from the house. The cliff was so close and I fell to my knees at the very edge, keening my sorrow and fierce hatred of those who had taken my father from me. I wanted to leap off and join him in the skies though I had no wings; I wanted to hunt those responsible down and rend them to pieces with my blunt, talonless fingers and stop them from ever hurting anyone else. 

Mostly I wanted the comfort of a father now forever beyond my reach.

I could hear my mother singing my hatchling song to try and calm me but my pain was too much to respond to her as I keened my grief, rocking back and forth with my arms wrapped around my body. Hours later I slumped unconscious at the rim of the ledge, one arm reaching out to the air currents that slipped up the cliff face to caress my hand as I mourned the loss of my father. 

A sharp pain took me; all of a sudden I was back in the darkness of my dreams. This time I could hear a voice, one that hissed up and down in my mind, a strange chanting wail that pulled at something inside me just like it had earlier. Trapped, my body pinned down in the dream, all I could feel was a burning in my back and hands, a flash of sharp white hot pain that both woke me instantly and stunned me as motionless as I had been held in the dream. 

I heard a tearing sound and felt my shirt split up the back to hang loosely from my arms. At the end of each finger was a long talon that was curved sharp and deadly. I buried them in the ground, trying to hold on to my sanity.

This couldn't be happening. I tried to stand up, to find my mother.

I felt it as wings unfurled from the buds on my back, like a muscle stretching beyond its limit, bowing my body in pain and tearing a new scream from my throat. There was an echo in my mind but I was too focused on the pain to understand that it wasn't coming from me. 

My mother came running from out of the house toward me but she stopped and stared in shock, one hand over her mouth. I panted, on my knees again with my head resting on my arms on the hard ground as the pain slowly subsided. Hearing my mother gasp, I opened my eyes and saw a great shadow on the ground around me. I looked up into the snowy white that surrounded me.

It was my wings, torn from my back years before they should. 

Not only that, but they were a blinding white with a snow red drop on the tip of each feather. A color I had never seen before. The shock of seeing them was too much on top of everything else and I fainted. 

I didn't hear my mother call for help and I didn't see the stares of the Falcons who came at her call. I roused slightly and twitched as they moved me to my room and laid me down carefully on the bed to wait for the doctor. My mind had decided that my body had enough shocks and it was protecting me. I fell into a deep sleep that held no dreams.

It was some time later when I woke up in my bed alone. The sheets were cool under my hot face as I lay there, trying to wrap my mind around what had happened. That was when I heard them, the quiet whispers from the hall. I closed my eyes quickly when my door cracked open.

"See, Dr. Pannar, his wings, years early. And the colors!" My mother's voice was almost hysterical.

"You say they just burst from his back? What was he doing?"

"I told him about his Keserem. He was keening on the cliffs, all alone. He wouldn't let me comfort him." My mother paused and let out a quiet sob that she quickly muffled.

"I was so sorry to hear about that Elalera. The loss of your mate is a great sorrow." The doctor's voice was laced with sadness; I had heard whispers from the other fledglings that his mate died of the coughing sickness just last year. Carthera mated for life and to lose what amounted to one's heart and soul often meant quick death for the surviving mate who couldn't handle the loss. 

"But what I need to know is exactly what Velaku doing when his wings came out."

I was listening intently, keeping my eyes closed. I had never seen another flier with wings at my age and the shock I had seen in my mother's eyes and heard in her voice stayed with me. I desperately needed to find out why I was different; the need was as great as my sorrow for my father. I didn't want to be even more different.

"He had fallen asleep at the edge of the ledge. He pushed me away to grieve on his own. He was always closest to his father so I wanted to give him some space. Life is hard for a Carthera boy his age and a mother is not what he truly needs now. I could hear him mumbling in his sleep from the hall but when he screamed I ran to him. His eyes were wild and he didn't seem to really see me. All of a sudden his wings split the back of his shirt and unfurled around him. I was so shocked I couldn't move. Then he passed out."

My mother sounded scared and confused and I longed to comfort her. She was wrong. I did need her, I loved her, but what I wanted was my father. She was right in that; but I wanted to know just then the most was what was so wrong with me. I kept up my act, trying to breathe normally though I doubted with the dim light that they could see my back under the folds of my wings.

"I've never seen the wings burst on their own without a ceremony, have you?" she asked.

"No. Something very strange is going on here. The wings of a fledgling have to be coaxed out after they meet their mate and blood bond. The pair is always together as they are sung out by their families." The doctor sounded as confused as my mother.

"I know. I just don't understand how this happened; it's not possible. Do you think they could have been brought on by what happened to Keserem?"

"I don't know, I just don't. Do you know more of what really happened?"

My mother let out a soft sob and pulled away from the doctor; he went to her and they spoke so quietly I couldn't hear them. I heard the creak of my door shutting and almost shredded my pillow in frustration with my new talons. I knew now why my mother was so shocked over my wings coming out but I needed to hear more about my father too. I slid out of bed and tiptoed over to my door, cracking it open as slowly as I could. I strained to hear the voices in the den.

"The police said... human hunters with lynx Carthera... hit his wing and hunted... tore him apart. 

"It was murder."

I could only hear parts of what she said but it was enough to unleash the fury boiling inside that my wings had made me forget. I shrieked and my wings burst open and spread behind me as I threw my head backward and announced my fury from the swollen cords of my throat. I heard an answering call in my mind but again was so distraught that I didn't think about what it meant.

"Velaku!" Dr. Pannar pulled open my door and stared at me in shock. The light fell on my wings and the red drops seemed to throb as my wings rose and fell with each harsh breath. "Your eyes, oh Gods, your eyes." He seemed frightened, stepping backward until he slammed into the wall.

"Velaku, you need to listen to me. You must calm down, you must master this rage." I tried to listen, tried to obey, but it was so hard. I felt the pain of my father's murder burning in my veins as I opened hands now tipped by lethal talons. I was in full hunter mode and my anger surged and burned my veins as if it was acid burning me from the inside. My eyes glowed red as if the fires of righteous wrath burned from them. 

The image I saw in the mirror shocked me but not enough to loosen the hold the rage had on me.

"My son, please, please, stop this."

My stare snapped from the doctor standing in my way to my mother trilling my hatchling song, trying to bring calmness and peace to my soul. It lessened the killing rage but I was still unable to talk, thinking only of the revenge I was sworn to visit upon my father's killers.

"Your father would not want this, for you to follow him into death. You must not do this; you are not ready. You must calm yourself." She stood in the doorway, one hand held up as if that could stop me if I tried to escape.

My voice was distorted, harsh with the urge to shriek my fury until all knew that I was on the hunt. My voice was a harsh croak.

"My father would not want his killers free to savage more Carthera!"

She shook her head. "That is not your call yet. You are still a youngling, no matter how early your wings and talons come. You must wait, bide your time. I will not stand in your way after you reach your maturity and find your mate. If you must act now then call the Falcons. Put them on the hunt." 

She took a step toward me, hand still out.

"You can still act in honor."

I stood rooted to the floor, her calm words bringing sense if not peace to my mind. I resented it even as I knew she was right; I did not even know how to use my wings and claws yet. I shuddered as I pushed down the fiery fury until it was a hard icy ball lodged deep inside. My core was now bathed in the ice of a grim purpose.

"My father's people belong to me, the clan belongs to me," I said proudly, furling my wings to lay flat against my back. 

"Bring me Mishtar. The Falcons will hunt this day!"