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Fit to be Tied

By: Prophett



We make plans to get together Saturday afternoon. nothing to fancy, just some time together, away from everyone and everything else. Our first stop is Barnes and Noble so we can check some things out. We go to the sci fi section, hand in hand, and I point out to you several books that I have read or want to read, we discuss them briefly. We wander around a bit, I lag behind a little bit to look at, well, your behind, and playfully slip one hand into the back pocket on your jeans. We come across the adult section, and we begin to browse it a bit. 

You pick up a book on the Kaman Sutra, and in silence we flip thru it, pointing things out that look interesting to try. We come across and additional section, one dealing in bondage...I ask you if you are interested in that, you say yes, and I laugh lightly bend down and kiss you softly on the lips and say 'good'. 

After we finished there and head out to get a bite to eat. You ask me as we are waiting on our food what I meant when we were talking about bondage, and I just laugh and say 'oh nothing, I was just asking' and wink at you. You know that something is up but don't press the issue. 

After dinner we go back to my place, and in the hallway I stop and gently press you up against the wall, moving in as if to kiss you, then moving and running my tongue across your neck, up to your ear, sucking gently on your ear lobe. I run my hands up your backside and untuck your shirt, running my hands up your back, and I pull you closer as I kiss you deeply. 

I pull back and look into your eyes, one hand brushing the hair away from your neck, then cupping your cheek in my hand. You lean your head down and close your eyes, and I kiss you again, lightly, sucking gently on your lower lip. 

We continue making out in the hallway until we here someone coming, and we compose ourselves and make our way down the hall to my apt. We go in, and as soon as the door is closed we are on each other again. I unbutton your shirt while teasing you with kiss's, letting your lips almost touch mine before pulling away. You bring your hands up and try to pull me to you, but I refuse to let you, moving your hands away, smiling and jokingly telling you to be a good girl. After I have your shirt unbuttoned, I pull it off, and run my finger tips up your side, tickling you and you pull away and give me a dirty look.  I pull you to me and kiss your shoulder, moving to your neck, kissing you softly, sucking gently on your skin while you begin to pull my shirt off of me. 

I start to make my way down your chest, one hand slipping behind to unsnap your bra, and you play as if your not going to let me take it off, and I give you me best puppy dog look and kiss the top of one breast, licking it with my tongue and I say ‘please' and you smile and let the bra drop to the floor. 

I cup your breasts in my hands,  squeezing them and eagerly suck one nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over it, then the other nipple. You place a hand at the back of my neck and hold me there. I am in no hurry to move, I love the feel of your hand on my skin and your flesh in my mouth. I continue back and forth between your nipples, licking my way all around your chest, feeling every inch of you. 

I stand up, and look at you, a bit more serious this time, and ask you ‘would you like to try something new'? 

You squint, and turn your head to the side slightly, contemplating , bit your lower lip ever so sexily, and slowly nod your head yes. 

I grab you buy the hand, smiling ear to ear, and lead you to the bedroom, where you see I have moved my bed, and constructed something that looks like a swing set in my room, with only one swing on it. You look at me and begin to ask what it is, but before you can I pull you to me, feeling your bare breasts on me, and I start to unbutton your pants, slowly sliding them over your hips.  I help you step out of your pants, and then they are removed and all you have left on is your panties, I run my hands up your legs as a am crouching, and I pull you to me, kissing your one thigh, then the other, working my way to your ‘forbidden zone' while moving one hand up your inner thigh, 

The higher I get, the warmer it feels, and when I feel fabric, I move my thumb to find the crease between your lips, and gently stroke it, feeling the moisture.  I kiss around your panties, moving down slowly, still caressing you. I lift one leg up over my shoulder and you steady yourself on me.  I look up to see you looking at me, and I wink as I pull your panties to the side, and I kiss just above where the wetness begins, then further down…..I move for a better position and I'm able to run my tongue out between your lips and up , pausing slightly to massage your clit.. 

You sigh as I stand up, leaving you hanging and say ‘it's a swing'. You ask me what I'm talking about, and I point to where my bed used to be, and say again, ‘it's a swing……..as sex swing' as a smile from ear to ear. 

I move to it and show you how it works, how it suspends you in the air while at the same time allowing you to be restrained. – like if you were experimenting with bondage. I pull you over to it and ask if you would like to give it a try…..you hesitate then answer yes. I help you into it, and once your comfortable, attach the restraints to your wrists and ankles. I then present a blind fold and move towards you.. slowly, wanting to be sure you are comfortable with it. You nod your head yes and I place it on you and step away, admiring how beautiful you are, and smile inwardly at the level of trust you have placed in me. 

I move to you and begin to run my hands over your body, starting at your calves and working my way up your legs, to your inner thighs, across the top and down again, then up the back of your legs. Continuing, I rub my hands across your belly, and lean over and kiss your belly button,  sucking briefly on your belly button ring. Moving my hands up your body, I take your nipples between my fingers, rubbing, then slightly pulling on them, then I trace circles on your breasts enjoying the way you feel. 

I step away briefly, and come back. You do not know where I went, or what I did, but when I come back, you feel something soft brush the top of your foot. You feel the same thing higher up, touching your skin so softly it make you shudder. I continue my way slowly up your body, agonizingly slow, teasing you with it across your inner thighs, over the fabric of your panties, up across your belly…slowly……dragging it, what you can only think must be a feather, across your nipples teasing them yet again, then up, tracing the outline of your face. 

You feel something cold touch your skin, along the panty line. then hear the succors as I cut your panties away from you, I lean down and kiss you full on the clit, sucking it into my mouth and working it with my tongue ring. You suck your breath in and hold it as I continue. and then I stop. you are tense waiting for me to go back down, to push you over the edge to make you cum…but I don't……instead I pull away again. I leave once more and come back with something else. 

You hear me move back between your legs, and I spread them. You feel something very cold and wet on your inner thigh, moving up, until its tracing the outline of your moist lips. You feel it and your own juices combining to roll down you body, but what is it? Ice cubes?  You abandon that thought as it press's against your slit, rubbing it, then it disappears, your slit is almost numb, but throbbing, and is suddenly covered with my mouth, sucking on it, and then my mouth is replaced buy the cold again, then the feeling move down, and you feel the cold slide up into you. It must be a Popsicle! You think to yourself, but not for long, as its moving in and out of you, rubbing on your lips. I move again while teasing you with the cold and begin to suck on your clit again. steady and gentle this time, moving my tongue down to lick at the juices covering you. Soon the cold is gone, having melted away, and is replaced buy my tongue, licking you everywhere. 

I flick your clit, pulling to you me, not wanting to leave you hanging. You begin to buck your hips as the rhythm on your clit increases,  the ball of my tongue ring rung back and forth across it, the tip my tongue  circling it……..until you press as best you can against my face and I hold you still, feeling your body tense as you moan loudly and shudder, orgasm washing over you. 

After you have calmed, I move up and you feel my finger tips run across your cheek. then across your lips slightly, and you suck on into your mouth, and I feed it to you…..then remove it and being down and kiss you, our tongue darting out to circle and probe into the others mouth.. 



I move away again, back down to between your legs. I begin to kiss all over your inner thighs, while my hands reach up to play with your nipples, and squeeze your breasts.  As I kiss more, and begin to lick up and down your lips, my hands roam even further, down, tracing circles on your belly.  As I kiss further down, I spread your legs more, and my tongue begins to move further down. I feel you begin to tense up, so move slowly. I bring one hand down and move it up and down the backs of your thighs, slowly moving lower with my tongue. 



Soon you begin to feel something smooth and warm begin to  press at your backside. It feels odd but you try to relax and enjoy it. Soon  my tongue on your clit again takes your mind away from it, and before you know it you are enjoying the new sensation, feeling it move in and out of you. Soon it is replaced buy something slightly larger moving inside you, slowly, and the pressure increases. As  my tongue moves faster over your clit, the object in your backside moves faster……soon you are shaking at the intensity of it all saying repeatedly ‘oh my god' at the new feelings washing over your body. Soon you throw your head back and scream, and I don't stop, I continue, until I can tell you are so sensitive that you can not bare to me touched again, and when I do, your body shudders. And you pull against the restraints holding your wrists in place. 

Still feeling the gentle pressure in your backside, I move up next to you, and kiss you softly on your forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips. I pull you close to me, lean my head on your chest and listen to your breathing, as it slows down. after a while you begin to move slightly again, and I stand up, finally undressing myself al the way. You feel my move next to your head and instinctively open your mouth up.   



I am rock hard now, and I begin to move to your waiting mouth, and as soon as it nears your lips you begin to suck on my, running your tongue over it, moving your head back and forth, moving with me taking my deep into your mouth as o move it slowly, in and out.  It feels so good to be inside you and I moan as you start to suck harder. I place one hand on your head and begin to move in and out with a steady rhythm. 



I want this to last forever, but I cant take it anymore, and I pull away from your mouth, and move down between your legs again. My cock is hard for you and I put the head between your lips and move it up and down, rubbing around your clit, then back down, and I slowly push it all the way into you. This is a new sensation for you, being filled double, as the plug is still firmly in your backside. You can feel my cock and it together, rubbing inside of you. I grab hold of your hips and begin to move in and out of you, slowly at first, increasing the speed. You roll your head back and forth and moan, feeling as you never have before. I reach one hand down and begin to stroke your clit with my thumb, while pushing my cock into you hard enough you can feel my balls slapping against you. I push myself deep into you and hold you there, one hand on your hip, while I reach up and release your wrists and tell you to remove the blind fold. 



I take your hands in mine, and look into your eyes moving once again in and out of you, feeling the warmth and tightness of your pussy wrapped around my cock.  Our bodies slap together and our breath quickens, but our eyes remain locked together, until you begin to orgasm again and you head rolls back, your eyes close, and you squeeze my hand like a vise, body trembling and you open your legs wider to accept me. Your back arches and  you slam into my, burying my cock deep inside you, and I feel your pussy tighten on me as you cum again, your legs trembling…..soon I am ready to cum, and I tell you, and you unlock out hands and grab my hips, pulling me into you as hard and fast as I can imagine. I feel it at the base of my balls, beginning to well up and  I push harder and deeper into you…….then slow as I feel the orgasm begin, and move my cock in and out of you time seems to slow as I erupt deep inside of you, its as if I can feel every millimeter of your pussy sliding over me as the orgasm goes on forever…… 

Soon I am spent, and I stop moving. I finish removing the remaining restraints, and pull to me, as our bodies are still connected and kiss you slowly on the lips, then pull you close and warp my arms around you in a bear hug. I left you out of the seat, and we move to the bathroom. I set you down and turn the shower on, and help you in. I get you all nice and wet, and begin to clean you buy washing your hair, as you lean forward wrapping your arms around me. When I'm down with your hair, I take a bar of soap and crouch down, and begin at your feet. gently washing, rinsing, then kissing each or your toes.  

I move on to your calf, lathering them up and softly massaging them, working my way up to your thighs, cleaning you head to toe. When I am down, I pull you close to me, and we stand together, silent under the warm water, and just feel each others bodies together. After a bit I wash quickie , and turn the shower off. I grab a town, and help you out, and once again crouch down, toweling you off staring with your feet, working my way up your body, kissing you often, 

Soon we are dry, and we move to the bedroom, where we lay together bare skin on skin, talking about not much of anything until we drift off to sleep together………

Fit To Be Tied



There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to stop and say to herself, "Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?" And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I'm bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the far side. My stocking toes are barely able to touch the floor and I'm quite stretched out with my bottom in the air. Where am I going? Absolutely no where until Randi (probably not her real name but then I'm not really named Allison either) whom I can see approaching me in the mirror with a big strapon and an even bigger grin decides I'm done. How did I get here? Now that's the story.

I was horny and I had time on my hands, a bad combination. My husband was overseas, which accounted for being horny; and my children were at their grandparents, which is why I had free time. It was Friday night and I had made excuses which allowed me to be by myself until Sunday morning. I got dressed up and went to town.

"To town" meant traveling about an hour and a half to a nice size southern city. I was dressed in what I liked to refer to as my "hunting outfit". It consisted of a black skirt two inches above my knees matched with a cream colored blouse cut low, the cleavage somewhat disguised to the casual eye by ruffles. Under them I wore a black lacey bra that unhooked in front (speed you know) with black panties over a matching garter belt and dark seamed stockings. Final touch was a nice pair of black heels.

I had never been to the club I was headed for but I had researched it and thought it was perfectly suited for me. Ostensibly a gay club, the drag shows on the top floor catered to the tourist trade. If someone I knew actually saw me there I could admit I had come there for that and wonder loudly where my out-of-town friends that I had brought to see it had got to. Actually my plan was to head down the stairs to the bottom floor, where I hoped to meet another nice female interested in the same thing I was.

Now don't get me wrong. I like men. I like having sex with men. But having affairs with men tends to get sticky (pun intended), even casual ones. I am also attracted to women and have discovered that when my urges reach a certain point I prefer to look for another woman. It doesn't happen often but it happens. Another married woman is best because there are no strings attached and when we part (happily one hopes) we can both head back to our husbands without worries of pursuit by flowers and love letters.

That may sound as if I have a high opinion of myself and my sexual desirability. On the contrary, while I would love to look like Cindy Crawford (or wake up with her for that matter) I am an average woman in her mid-forties in an average mid-forties body. I am 5'6", weigh 10 pounds more than I should and have black hair and brown eyes. I have 36C breasts and a butt, that despite all efforts and exercises, is beginning to slide down the back of my thighs. I am still reasonably attractive. I get offers, both from guys and gals, and usually end up with someone when the night is over (I consider that time another women exited my hotel room at full speed alternately clutching her unbuttoned blouse and partially unzipped skirt to be a minor aberration).

I had previously removed my wedding rings. I thought, after all, no need appearing I was a complete slut (certainly didn't help in THAT regard I was to discover). I entered the downstairs bar room and immediately headed for a stool. I had previously found that a booth provided less range for looking and showing off, and was also harder to escape from when cornered. I ordered a drink and started to survey the room.

I didn't see anyone I particularly was attracted too. A number of gay guys, at least one femme I suspected was using a fake idea to get in the club and a group of women shooting pool was about all my eyes caught. I shrugged, after all, can't expect to get immediately lucky (although I don't know why not...and ONCE would be nice) and turned back to my drink.

"Hey there, honey," came a voice beside me. I turned and surveyed the woman next to me. I crossed my legs, allowing my skirt to ride up a bit; casually lit a cigarette and made a witty remark to her. Yeah, sure I did. I looked at 6 feet of denim and leather, choked on my cigarette (I don't smoke often, which helps explain that), and emitted several "Eeeek, eeekkkk, EEEKKKKK" sounds guaranteed to assure her I was not the least bit intimidated by her.

"I guess we're here for the same thing," she winked at me. I desperately wanted to respond, "No, I'm here to pick up a woman," but thought better of it. Instead I surveyed her. Other than the "Mother" tattoo on one brawny arm and the "Death Before Dishonor" one with the pierced skull and dripping dagger on the other she looked perfectly feminine. Her leather wrist buckles and camouflage bandana nicely complimented her sleeveless denim vest. And certainly her combat boots went well with her leather pants. She emphasized her innocent intentions by putting her hand on my leg. "Nice," she complemented me, adding to it by slipping her hand up under my skirt and gently squeezing, leaving a readable impression of her fingerprints on the inside of my thigh that stayed for a week. (I was to discover that was the least of my worries when it can to reminders in the week or two after.)

I realize from watching nature programs I was feeling the "fight or flight" syndrome. Since the latter was my only choice I should have immediately started running, even if it meant abandoning my favorite pair of high heels. However I was as paralyzed as a chicken facing a hawk (not an entirely inappropriate simile, especially considering my stuffing later on). "My name's Randi and I sure am, Sweetcheeks," she boomed. I almost fainted when presented with this display of wit. I doubt fainting would have slowed her down, although it might have saved me from walking to my own doom.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, Allison," I finally managed to get out. I thought about adding either "Pleased to meet you," or "PLEASE don't eat me," but decided the first was not true and the second a waste of time. 

Randi (I still cringe at that name) idly picked up my left hand and inspected it. "Married," she commented. "Left your rings off but I can tell." I was floored. I had never expected meet a female Sherlock Holmes in size 12 boots. "Oh well, you're probably not the greatest fuck around but hell, I'm horny and you'll do." (Be still my beating heart!) She lifted me off the bar stool, told the bartender "Put her drink on my tab Danny," and clamping one hand to my ass we left in the glorious pursuit of romance.

I was astounded to find her mode of transport was neither a motorcycle nor a pickup (I drive a pickup myself so no sneers please). It was a Camaro, about a 1988 model in yellow with racing stripes. When she got in the driver's side I thought I had an escape window as I walked around the back of the car. This was dashed when she reached out, jerked me into her lap and with a muttered "Watch your feet there girlie" slammed the door. We drove to her apartment, my arms around her. This seemed to make her think I was inspired as she answered by jerking my skirt up and reaching under it, searching for mushrooms no doubt. In actuality I was terrified by her driving while trying to gnaw through my blouse and bra and wanted to be holding on to something sturdy when we crashed. She qualified as that.

We reached her apartment in about 10 minutes, although it felt like it was no more than 2 days. She led me to the door, still squeezing my ass as though she expected to knead it into bread dough. She also entertained me with a recital of exactly what fun we were going to have. It reminded me I should have taken on the whole Sigma Delta fraternity when asked in college. It would have been a warm up for this. We entered, she kicked the beer cans out of the way and I was alone with my seductive temptress.


Randi spun me around and pressed me against the wall. She took both my hands in one of hers and trapped them above my head. Bending her head she kissed me. Actually I've seen assaults that were gentler than her kissing but something in me was calling (ET phone home doubtlessly) and I opened my mouth to her demanding tongue. As it explored the inside of my mouth I felt her other hand unbutton my blouse to the waist. In one quick move she opened the front catch on my bra and took a rapidly hardening nipple in her fingers. Her body continued to pin mine to the wall as she began to roll my nipple, then pinch it. As I moaned into her mouth she shifted and released my wrists so she could capture my other breast. The nipple of that breast immediately came under attack. She stopped kissing me and leaned back a little, staring in my eyes as she suddenly twisted both my nipples as though they were threaded on and she wanted them for souvenirs.

"Good," she said. "I think you'll do." (Just my luck to finally pass a test after flunking them ever since grade school.) "Only two things femme's are good for. Lets see if you can do both."

She pushed on my shoulders, dropping me to my knees. Not that I was unwilling to go there but she was insuring I knew who was in charge. She ordered me to unfasten her jeans (fine, but does everyone always insist I use my teeth to take their panties down?) and pull them off her. In contrast to outside appearances I saw her dark bush was short and neatly trimmed. Grabbing my hair she interrupted my examination by pulling my face right up to it.

"MMMmmmmmmmmmmm, lick it you little slut," she commanded. "Put your tongue right in my pussy." (What else did she think I was planning on doing down there, singing for my supper?) "That's all you femmes are good for." (I am SO flattered when I get compliments like that) I actually was enjoying myself, the barrage of insults not withstanding. I had burrowed through the forest and was sucking her swollen lips into my mouth. Tasting them I then wiggled my tongue into her rather juicy pussy. I followed by lapping up and down, dragging my tongue in broad strokes in her opened slit. As do all artists I endured the comments and criticisms.

"Oh yessssssssssssss, You do that so well. This isn't the first cunt you've had that married tongue up is it slut?" (of course it is, that's why I was cruising a gay bar.) She grabbed my hair and pulled and attempted to insert my entire face inside her by humping with her hips. I found that little movement on my part was needed as she simply pulled my tongue up and down her by raising and lowering my head alternating hair pulls and shoves on the top of my head as required. "Oh yeah, tongue fuck me." I responded by drilling her with my tongue, rapidly stabbing it in and out of her. She slammed her hips into my face, depositing any makeup I had left on her and then washing it down river (so to speak). "Come on you cuntlicking little whore, make me cum. And swallow every drop you femme tramp." (shades of my high school boyfriend!). I fortunately secured my lips on her swollen clit and sucked and tongued it until I was rewarded by her cries and shivers announcing her orgasm.

Randi dropped my hair (fortunately without removing too much by the roots) and complimented me. "For a little married harlot (where the heck did she learn that word?) you're a pretty good cuntlicker." She lifted me to my feet and pushed me over to a large desk. "Let's see if you're worth a shit as the OTHER thing a femme is good for." She bent me over the table (what? You expected me to argue with her?) and proceeded to use an old pair of stockings to tie my hands together and then to the far edge of the desk. She inspected her handiwork and politely asked me "Loose the heels, slut," and readjusted the bonds until I was on my tiptoes. I heard her fumbling in a desk drawer.

She walked back around in front to me to do two things. First was to adjust the freestanding mirror so I could see the entire proceedings (not unlike placing a mirror under the victim at a guillotine to afford him the enjoyment of seeing the blade fall). The second was to step up to me and slap both cheeks with her strapon. Great, all the butches in the world and I had to get picked up by one who spurned "extra large" in favor of "mammoth" when she shopped for strapons.

Now that I had the treat of seeing a latex horse cock she whistled as she went back behind me and jerked my skirt up over my back. She reached down and tore my panties off, tossing them back out of the way with a nice "I'll keep these as a souvenir." Then Casey stepped up to the bat.

She began the festivities by slapping my right ass cheek with a mild swing that didn't move me down the table sideways more than a foot or so. Seeing I was getting out of position she repeated the favor by slapping the left cheek even harder. My attempts to reason with her by crying out "Ouchhhhhhhhhh" and "THAT HURTS!" where met by harder and harder spanks till my ass was burning and I'm sure quite red. Standing right up to me she thrust her womancock between my legs and opened my slit, which was already dripping from the combination of excitement and pain. She rocked it back and forth, sliding along it. At the end of each push the head contacted my clit and rubbed over it. My breath was beginning to come faster and faster and I closed my eyes as the stimulation had me gasping. Finally some sweet loving (assuming you discount my ass being barbqued).

Okay, so I'm an idiot. At that point Randi said, "Okay, that's enough lube," and took one step back. With a hearty "Here we go you fuck slut," she positioned the head of the strapon against my anal ring and began to push. I cried out, never having had the end of a baseball bat shoved up my ass, "Oh GAWD, stop it! I can't take that."

"Ah shut up bitch," was her encouraging reply. "I wasn't asking you." She leaned over and shoved a small pillow in my mouth. "Chew on that while you get what's yours. Besides," I heard a swish and then noted my eyeballs tried to pop out as a leather belt hit each ass cheek once, "You wouldn't want to piss me off would ya'?" Faced with that inescapable logic I stood as high as I could on my tiptoes and simply clamped down on the pillow as Randi entered my ass. "Ohhhhhhhh mmyyyyyyyy GAWDDDD," I moaned as the head of the dildo finally popped into me (Memories of my face in the mirror have kept me from ever stuffing a turkey again. I know just how they feel)..

"Oh good, got THAT part over," Randi smiled. She settled her hands on my hips and proceeded to slam the whole thing into me. I reared and bucked and tears flowed down my face as I attempted to get away from being completely split in half. She took this as another compliment and returned them in her usual jovial manner. "Take it you little bitch. Yeah, I know you're loving my cock in your whore ass. TAKE IT. Never gonna want your husband's weenie anywhere when I get done fucking you. Married slut, you'll be back here begging for me to treat you like all femmes should be."

Amazingly, my ass somehow was adjusted to her thrusts and beginning to feel good. Her powerful hip crushed my pussy against the desk edge, mashing my clit. The back and forth scraping of my nipples over whatever was on top of the desk all served to suddenly arouse me to the point I had hoped I would be when I left the house that evening. Spitting out the pillow I screamed "Fuck me you dyke bitch. Make me think you're a woman back there."

I have never known when to just shut up. Rand's eyes widened and she grabbed my hair with one hand and raked my ass with her nails (what the hell she was doing with long nails I never asked). Her hips blurred as she drug the strapon till only the head was lodged in my anal ring and then used her weight to bury it back in me. She fucked me, gasping and moaning now to match me, until I heard her, "OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, what a fuck you are you slut bitch." She screamed. I screamed. We both screamed, if just for cream (I know that's so bad, but heck) and shared a tremendous orgasm.

After passing out momentarily I regain my sense to feel cold air blowing up my ass where Randi had removed the dildo. She untied me and helped me get my clothes almost in some order. Making sure I had my pocketbook in one hand and my heels in the other she mumbled something about a shower and got on the phone to summon me a cab. Figuring it was over I was astounded when she stopped me as I started to leave. She slipped one hand around my waist and kissed me, gently but with deep feeling. "Thanks honey," she whispered and then I was gone.

I staggered out of the cab and handing the driver some money. "Thanks for the show, honey" did NOTHING to improve my opinion of my looks and my clothes, or lack of them. I plopped down in the seat and stifled a yell as my butt reminded me of what it had been through. I put on my seat belt (yeah... NOW I'm being careful) and studied my reflection and considered my situation. I was going to be sleeping on my stomach for a few days I knew, assuming I could pad my nipples enough to lay down on them. Probably I was going to have to find a reasonably large cork to stick in my ass till things unstretched. I had lost my best satin panties, had massive runs in my silk stockings and buttons torn off my blouse. My legs ached from supporting myself on my tiptoes and I knew I would have to dress very modestly till the bites and bruises faded. I smiled, I wonder when I could do this again?

(I really started out writing this story seriously. However, as some stories do, it took the bit in its teeth and ran away on its own. I enjoyed chasing it down and writing it when I caught it, and hope if you enjoyed it you'll let me know.)



Fit to be Tied



All the note said was to meet her at 8 at room number 32. My girlfriend had sent it to me earlier in the afternoon, but there were no additional instructions or explanations about what it was all about, just an envelope with this little slip of paper and a key. I knew that she sometimes liked to be what I called adventurous, and I was very curious and kind of excited about what may lay ahead for me. I put the key in the lock, opened the door and immediately closed it behind me. 

It was kind of dark, and at first my eyes couldn't see well enough to tell me what was going on. She was on the bed. She still had on her panties and bra, but I could see the rest of her clothes lying on the floor. She had been daring enough to handcuff one arm to the top of the bed, but she said she wanted to make sure it was I coming through the door before she cuffed the other wrist. So I did it for her, and then stepped back from the bed to look at her lying helpless on the bed. I slowly slipped out of my clothes, and crawled up on the bed to begin my fun. I slid up by the bedpost to where her hands were hanging. I took her index finger in between my lips and slowly sucked it into my mouth, curling my tongue around it as it went in. I sucked harder as I drew my head back, so it made a little sucking sound as it popped out of my mouth. Then I took my tongue and starting sliding it in between her fingers, letting it glide over the webbing in between her fingers. Then I took my tongue and lapped my way from her wrist, over her forearm, and up to her elbow, where I circled the tip of my tongue around the small hollow at the center of her elbow, and then kissed and nibbled my way up to her neck. 

She had already started squirming by the time I got there... and I loved to make her squirm, so it just turned me on even more to take my time. My hard-on was already throbbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat, but I was having so much fun. I slowly kissed and licked her neck from ear to ear, taking the time to suck each lobe into my mouth to flick it with my wet tongue, and then using the tip to softly trace the outline of her ear from top to bottom. Her mouth was wanting mine, but I only let my tongue graze the edges of her lips as I hovered above her, and occasionally our tongues would meet as she stretched her's out to taste mine. Then I dropped down and kissed my way from her neck to where her bra met the top of her breasts. It was kind of a thin bra, and her nipples had been hard from when I was sucking on her fingers. 

So I put my mouth over her nipple and starting licking her through the bra, soaking the fabric as I stroked and nibbled her with my mouth. Then I switched breasts and did the same with her other nipple, and when I rose up to look at her, I could clearly see the complete outline of her hard nipples through the wet fabric. I then slid down and placed my mouth on the inside of her thigh just above her knee. And I flattened my tongue against her skin and slowly slid it up her thigh to where her panties rested against her skin... she was writing her hips the whole time, and by the time I got to the top of her thigh, she had her hips completely arched in the air, inviting me to have her. 

But I dropped back down and placed my tongue on her other thigh, again snaking my way up in a slow, wet trail up to her panties. I knew that, underneath that fabric, her lips were swollen and wet, but I didn't want to touch them yet. I took a break and slid back up the bed, and straddled her chest, and moved up enough to slide my cock into her mouth as deep as I could, and since she was so turned on, she immediately started sucking as hard as she could. But then I withdrew, and went back down to her stomach. Her skin was now sensitive to the slightest touch, so I started tonguing her belly button, and gently kissed, licked, and nibbled down to the top of her waistband. I slid my tongue under the top of the waistband, and the elastic just pushed my wet tongue even harder against her already sensitive skin. And I traced the top of the waistband from left to right, and could feel the little tremors in her skin as she kept catching her breath. I pulled out of the waistband, and moved down a little so that my mouth was right above her swollen clit and lips. I took the tip of my tongue and ever so gently pressed on her clit through the fabric, and flicked my tongue upwards, causing her to shudder and groan... By now, her whole body was in a state of constant writhing. 

I lay on top of her, and she instinctively wrapped and locked her legs around me. As we kissed deeply, tasting every inch of each other's mouths as we could, I pressed my cock as hard as I could against her arched hips and started sliding it up and down on the fabric of her panties, gliding over her clit in long, slow strokes. I could feel the wetness of her on my skin through the fabric. Her still hard nipples looked so inviting through the damp fabric of her bra, so I reached down and ripped it from her body. Now that her breasts were free, I knelt down and gently took her left nipple in between my teeth and slid the tip of my tongue over its tip, and then swallowed her in my mouth, sucking her erect nipple in deep, massaging it with my tongue. I then repeated the tongue bath on her other nipple, sucking and licking on it until she was whimpering under me. 

Once again, I rose up and straddled her chest, and held my cock just in front of her mouth. I squeezed it from the bottom of the shaft upwards, until a drop of precum started forming at the tip. She stretched her tongue out, reaching for me, and I slid close enough so that she could barely reach me with her tongue. She flattened her tongue out and held it flat, and I placed the tip of my cock on her tongue. I then squeezed all of the precum out of me and onto her waiting tongue. Tasting me made her want me inside her mouth more, and she licked at my head as much as she could. I eventually slid forward even more so she could take me completely in her mouth. She felt so good that I slid up and rose up and started pumping in and out of her mouth, wanting so badly to cum in her right then and there, but knowing that I had other places to explore first. I forced myself to pull out of her mouth before I let myself go to far. I had worked myself up so much that I knew I just had to taste her as well. I went back down by her stomach, and knelt beside her, watching her breasts and stomach rise and fall with her ragged breathing. I took my index finger and slowly circled her belly button, and then flattened my hand on her stomach. I slid it down further, slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties, and let it go downwards until I felt soft hair I was searching for. She was wet all over, including it seemed like every strand of hair, and I let my hand slide further down until I had her lips in the palm of my hand. I cupped my hand and squeezed her, and that act alone made her shake. 

Before exploring further, I removed my hand and slid her panties slowly down her legs. They were completely soaked from my mouth and her juices. I then slowly spread her legs, and let my hand run up her thigh to her lips. I softly traced the outline of her lips with the tip of my finger, just grazing her skin as it slid around her. Then I slid my finger in between her lips, moistening it with her own juices, and then moved it up to rest on her clit. I slowly started circling it round and round her clit, massaging and rubbing it with my fingertip, making her hips jump all around. I then let my finger drop a little and slid it all the way into her, feeling her warm, wet insides grip me. I left my finger inside her and leaned down, and then slid my tongue over her lips, finally tasting her like I had wanted to so badly. I took her clit between my lips, and gently started sucking and licking it with my tongue. She immediately went crazy, and started thrashing around and I could hear the handcuffs clanging against the bedposts. I slid a second finger in her and started licking her faster as I pumped her with my fingers. And then I took all of her I could, her lips and clit, into my mouth and started sucking and lapping with my tongue faster and faster. She arched her hips even higher, pushing herself against my mouth as I rammed my fingers in and out, and I kept licking her until I knew she was getting close. I sensed she was close to cumming, so I pulled my mouth away and stepped back. 

I then slid up, took the shaft of my cock in my hand, placed the head of my cock on her clit and started rubbing her with it. Since she had been so close to cumming, I quickened the pace of my rubbing and she was soon once again on the verge of cumming. When I sensed she was real close, I put the head between her lips and slid in her in one thrust. She gripped me completely, and after the first couple of thrusts she came. She gripped me so much when she came that I almost lost control and shot into her right then. But I managed to control myself and keep slowly sliding my cock in and out of her, covering myself in her juices. Once I had regained complete control of myself, I pulled her legs up next to my shoulders, and put all of my weight on her. Then I started thrusting harder and harder, seemingly trying to ram her down into the mattress, hearing our wet skin slap against each other, filling her up with each stroke. 

When I got close to cumming, I pulled out, since I wanted to play a little more. I wanted her on top of me, so I finally undid the handcuffs, and she pushed me on my back. She took my cock in her hand and squeezed up on the shaft, and when the precum came to the tip, she took me in her mouth and sucked it off. Then she straddled and got on top of me, and rested her hips on my cock and pushing it against my body. She started moving her hips around, rubbing me with her wetness, and then she leaned forward a little so she could rub her clit on my shaft. She finally slid up a little, took me in her hand, and guided me back into her. It wasn't long before she started rocking faster and faster, and I could tell from her reactions that she was getting close to cumming again. 

I knew that this time there would also be no holding back for me. I could feel her pussy gripping me tighter and tighter, and she kept moving her hips faster, and I thought I was about to go crazy. I grabbed her hips and started helping her to force her down on me as hard as I could. She let out little, short screams as she started cumming, and as she drove down on me the last few thrusts I felt the head of my cock swell, accentuated by her muscles gripping me, and finally I felt the cum rise up inside my shaft and explode inside of her, mixing with her juices that had already soaked both our bodies. I stayed inside her and she collapsed on top of me. I kissed her softly, she rolled off of me and lay beside me, and we slept peacefully till the morning... 



Fit to be Tied



Valentine's Day. For some reason, it always seems to spring upon me. I am a romantic at heart and each day I try to do something to remember her and to give her some idea that I am thinking of her and still want her to be mine. It's just that this day always comes to me with ideas of girls trying to get you to love them and be romantic for them by this day every year. They begin the end of January, hinting and flirting and by the next week, just into February, they appear to me desperate for someone to suddenly love them in a way that takes years to come true. 

So what do I give her? Well each year I try to send flowers about the right time. I give a card (alright so sometimes I forget). I try to give a bigger gift, but we get pretty well tapped out through Christmas and barely back on our feet by then. A couple years I gave jewelry and she definitely appreciated that. She gives me romantic things like books on sex and games and even a toy to use on her one year. This year, though, I actually planned for this day. I actually thought it through and saved enough from December to give her something she's been wanting for a little while. A limo ride (with sex).

Sex with my wife is a wonderful experience. She has a way of gasping and looking surprised when she cums especially hard or in a way she hasn't before that sets me into another world. She has these stuck up tits, full and delightful, pouty lips and deep glacier pool eyes. She gets a lot of attention when we are out - and I do for being with her. She's aging and beginning to show a maturity that looks so beautiful on her that sometimes I ache to look at her. 

We've enjoyed a decent array of sex over the years. Every position, massage, candles, romance, talk -- especially talk. That most delightful of foreplays, deep innocent conversation about the most heartfelt subjects and truest ideals. We've seen some ups and downs over this but the friendship that comes of regular soul searching talk has pushed us ever closer and deeper in love than could ever have been with anyone else. We know that absolutely.

Our journey into bondage began innocently enough. One day, I started making her wait to cum. Pulling back just before she went over the edge and she would shiver and quake. It was driving me wild. I would slip my tongue over her clit, slowly licking up and back, flicking at it with the tip and slurping at it with the length until I could feel her start to spasm, then abruptly pull off. Tease and nibble at her nipples. Then plunge my cock into her, hard and fast until I could feel her at the edge again. She would grab my ass and rub herself against me as I pushed. I could feel her just about to start to cum again when I'd pull back out. She was soon begging me to let her cum, she would give a shudder and whisper "please finish". Hearing this softly into my ear would cause my cock to give a lurch and threaten to blow and I'd have to pull out to keep myself from cumming too soon.

I'd give her my cock to suck and then kiss the juices from her luscious lips. This had gone on so long I was shaking every time I pulled back from her. She was squirming and her gyrations and pleadings had just sent me so over the top that I was unable to hold back anymore. When we came, together, it was so incredibly mind blowing that we've really never gotten over that one time. This began our thrill with restraint and eventually discipline. We're no longer novices, but it still gets both of us completely turned on when I pull out the ties or she notices that I went to the bed ahead of her and tied them onto the headboard. 

So. What to give her for Valentine's Day? 

You return from your errands to find a card on the table with a large envelope. Peeking inside, you find a number of pages. You love my stories and one for Valentine's Day sounds like just what you wanted. A smile forms and you put away your things before walking upstairs to open it. You walk into the bedroom and see the restraints tied to the headboard. A warmth tingles you and a wetness flows involuntarily as you view the open manacles lying next to the pillow. The envelope intrudes upon your senses, rough and distinct in your hands. 

This is how I find you. Standing there, a little shocked and unmoving. A thrill moves itself through me and I move directly to you, placing my hands on your arms. I feel the shiver through your body and when you melt against me I feel a need for you as great as I've ever had. Your shirt and pants disappear so quickly I can't believe that you had them on coming through the door. I lift you and press you to the bed. Your wrists slip quietly into the shackles and as they're tightened around you, I feel you sigh from deep within. 

As I settle next to you, my thoughts running rampant and flying back and forth between chaste delicious teasing and bald sexual exclamation, I begin to read to you. A story of an adventure. Just for us. It tells of you tied to the bed, spread eagled (I take a moment to tie your feet -- we've never done that before). One of my hands on you while I read and the pauses for deep, passionate kisses. It tells of the electricity shooting back and forth between us in ever increasing jolts. How the nearness and the story has us so completely turned on it would take just moments of touching to orgasm. 

It tells of how my hands massage you before my mouth begins moving over every bit of your body, nibbling and kissing. I bypass your groin, moving down one leg and back up the other. Just as I reach my way back up -- you know what comes next -- there is a long pause with my cheek resting against your upper thigh so that you can feel my warm breath moving over your swollen and open pussy lips. The moisture growing more pronounced and beginning to pool under your ass.

I read on. The story Tells how my lips take your delicate pussy lips between them and my tongue slips inside you. How the nibbling moves up onto your clit and drives you to the edge of orgasm before stopping suddenly. My cock slamming into you makes you gasp out loud and I pound you until I feel you building back up. Back and forth I take you to the edge. I turn you over onto your stomach at one point and massage your back slowly and sensuously. You're still on the edge and beginning to quiver inside as my mouth once again takes your silky lips between them. This time I spank you sharply when I take my mouth away just before you can cum. 

You're moaning steadily now and when you realize I am pulling on my underwear next to you, you give an outraged noise and tug at your restraints. I tell you "I'll be right back. I need to get something from downstairs. Your present. You stay right here." 

You can barely talk as you tell me "no. Not right now." I spank your ass again, open a drawer and pull out your vibrator. 

I lick your clit gently as I insert it inside you, move to your ear and whisper "I'd turn it on but I want to see you cum." I will be right back. You're moving your hips and trying to press against the vibrator so I lift your hips and push a pillow underneath. "Just to keep things interesting and fair," I say.

I'm back within ten minutes and by now, your hips are bucking as you work to push yourself over the edge. I spank you as I enter the room and you gasp so loud I know you were close to cumming. I gently remove the vibrator and shove my cock in you -- hard - you gasp again and I ram it in and out of you until I can feel you nearing orgasm. I move around in front of you and you hungrily take my cock in your mouth, licking the length and sucking the head in before taking it all. My hands are massaging your scalp and I tell you how close I am to cumming and how I'm going to make you cum so hard the neighbors will hear (we have 27 acres). You whimper "please do," around my cock.

I shove my cock back in your little pussy, feeling the juices slip over my balls and soak my pole. I push them right against you until you're whimpering steadily and beginning the little shivers that mean you will soon cum. I slide my hands along your back and sides until I reach your face. Kiss you deeply and slide my hands all over you, I begin telling you how much I want to see you cum. How it will look and how I will so get off. You can barely manage "yes. Please."

I take a tie from the closet and blindfolded you. Tell you how you deserve to be fucked over and over. You're squirming so hard it's driving me absolutely crazy. I slide my cock into your mouth and you hungrily suck at it. I pull out, walk around you and shov it in your pussy with my hands on your taut little ass. You gasp and squirm even harder against me. I tell you how it's making me want to shoot inside you. I stop, bend and gently stroke your pussy lips with my tongue, pushing them apart -- they're swollen so much they are nearly touching though your hole is open and dripping! 

I suck your clit until I can feel you building to orgasm again and again pull away and shove my cock in you. This time I can feel you grasping at my cock like you're about to cum when I pull out and push it into your mouth. I start fucking your mouth slowly and you wriggle your ass and moan around my cock, driving me insane. 

That's when you get the first taste of your Valentine's Day present. That's when my friend Rob's cock buries itself into your pussy and the gasp you give around my cock letting out the sweetest whimper I'd heard yet, drove me right to the edge. I had to stop any movement before I shoot off. I know your eyes are open wide in surprise under the blindfold and the squirming becomes more spasming as you are cumming harder than I'd ever seen from you. 

You're whimpering in a rhythm around my member now and it's way too much watching you cum like this. Rob's tool ramming you from behind, your lips around my cock. I start to cum like I'll never stop. You're into your second orgasm as I pull out of your mouth and kiss you deeply and passionately. You show no signs of stopping. I'd certainly picked the right man for the job in Rob as well as he just keeps pounding away. I slide my semi hard cock over your lips and you nibble at it hungrily, making it hard again as you cum yet again and Rob cums with a loud yell. I motion for him to switch with me and as I grab your ass and shove, you cum yet again. 

This time I fuck you as hard and as fast as I ever had. I don't care if you are going to cum or not and I'm not going to hold back regardless. I can see you sucking on Rob's dick like there would not be another for you and it's hard and getting harder when I shoot another huge load up inside your sweet and dripping pussy. This time I untie your legs and turn you over for Rob to fuck while I hold your head in my hands and kiss you, crooning how incredibly sexy I find you. When Rob cums again, he dresses and leaves. I realize he hasn't said but four or five words the whole time and you have no idea who he was or what he looked like. 

I wake holding you later in the afternoon and as you come around slowly, I walk you into the bath, lit candles are all around, placed there earlier and I bathe you sweetly. What a beautiful sexy woman! Happy Valentine's Day, my love!




Fit to Be Tied



The parking lot is empty, apart from a few scattered vehicles, and you sit there, quietly and patiently, turning so many possibilities over in your head. Curiosity and desire blend in your mind as you allow your fingers to wander down in between your thighs, grazing lightly over the soft skin, from the insides of your knees upward under your skirt, and your heart begins to drum heavier as you reach closer and closer to your daringly naked folds. 

Another glance reassures you that this quiet occasion is unobserved, and you part your thighs further and draw your fingertips into your glowing pool, slipping just a little inside and upward to slick your little pink and swelling nub.

You watch as his car appears and moves closer, and you brazenly persist in your preliminary teasing as he pulls it up next to yours, knowing that the sight will stir him and make him all the more desirous of your pleasure as well as his own. 

As he stands out and approaches your passenger door, you bring your right thigh outward to open your little panorama for him, and he leans in the open window to fully appreciate your lustful exhibition as you slip your middle and ring fingers all the way up inside your cunt, fingering hard and deep as your mouth drops open and your eyes burn into his. Then he draws his hand between his face and yours palm upward with the fingers curled, and then strokes the air with his index fingertip in a wordless command to follow him, before leaning back out and entering his car again.

You close your windows and grab your bag and your keys and lock your car up before walking around to his, where you find a thick black towel has been laid for you to sit on. In a low voice, he instructs you to hike your skirt up and sit with your bare ass on the towel. "You've been such a very good girl so far; I think you're going to like what's about to happen, and what we have planned for you later." His voice changes again to a slightly more authoritative tone, "Put your seatbelt on, and then hold your hands back behind your seat." 

He leans his seat back and reaches behind you as you comply, and you feel a pair of loops of thick soft rope tightening snugly around each of your wrists. Then he leans forward and draws the same black ropes up from under the seat and secures each one with the same double-wrapped loops and quick-release half-bow knots just below each of your knees. The ropes are arranged so that they hold your thighs spread wide against the door and the center console and transfer the tension against your wrists. 

A sharp burst of helpless lust floods through you as he pulls a third line that draws your bonds firmly taut, and the ropes now hold you securely and vulnerably opened to his desires. He draws out a small hard plastic vibrator knotted in the center of a long fourth length, and he slips it carefully up between your legs and beneath and against your increasingly swollen and slick little clit and between your slippery inner folds. 

Your mouth drops open as it touches you, and the smooth surface is cool against your heat as he draws the rope into loops all the way around your thighs and then behind your arched back and around your waist to meet in a half-bow at your belly and secure the toy tightly in place at your opening. 

He turns the knob to the very lowest setting and you tense against the slight stimulation, breathlessly and profanely voicing your taunted pleasure, and he looks discreetly around again before hauling up your top and feeling your tits up roughly and leaning in to bite your ear for a moment. Then he pulls your top down over your tingling tits and your belly knot, and he smoothes your skirt over your continually teased sex and your thigh loops, and then he hangs a coat over the back of your seat, so that now nothing he has done is visible to any overlooking driver that might pass by you on the road.

As he drives up onto the freeway, he casually reaches over between your legs and turns the vibe up, banishing any coherent thoughts from your head, and he fondles your tits gruffly through your top, then hikes your skirt up all the way and sharply spanks your inner thighs, "Sweet luscious naughty little girl, all tied up and fucking teased so deliciously... you wanna cum, huh? Do you wanna fucking cum?" 

With a profane affirmation, you madly breathe out your eagerness to feel your tense body reaching that hot release. 

He flashes a mischievous grin at you, and then turns back to the road, "That's just one of life's little tragedies, isn't it – you don't get to cum yet... not until I say you can cum! I want you to feel that hot hunger in your cunt. I want that little slit quivering and twitching in raging desperation to get sweetly off against my prick as you lick her. Do you understand, my wanton little strumpet? Do you?" 

"Yes, sir," you respond – and he reaches over and jiggles the vibe fiercely up and down along your slit for a moment, making you even hotter. Then he draws the little toy back and slips it into your aching opening and up inside your soaking depth and rubs his middle finger very soft and fast from side to side on your glistening clit, and a shudder of sexual tension races up your spine and it sparks a deepening hunger to feel him slipping and sliding up in you.

"Mmmm, such an impetuous little trollop you are, trying so hard to fuck that little toy. I'm gonna make you fucking cum so sweet and hot – but you have some very specific tasks that you need to complete before you get that pleasure. Do you understand, my luscious little slattern? You're gonna fucking make her cum first." 

He pauses to rake his fingers into your hair and pull your head back and turn your face toward him as he buries his wet tongue against yours, and you drink his kiss in greedily. "I'm gonna untie you when we get there, and I'm gonna strip you fucking naked right there in the backyard, and then I'll take you into the house, and I'm gonna release you just before we walk into the bedroom. 

Then without so much as a single word, you're gonna run your hand over her cheek and kiss her mouth and then her neck, and feel up and suckle her tits, and then stroke her pussy nice and gentle, and then you're gonna spread her legs nice and easy, and kiss up and down the insides of her thighs, and then you're gonna lick that little slit of hers so soft and fine," You feel his hot tongue just barely touching the outer curve of your ear again as he licks it ever so lightly, and your mouth drops open with the delicious feeling, "just like that, until her breath gets heavy – understand? ...and I'll be tonguing your fucking cunt and keeping it nice and fucking slippery and ready for my cock to fuck, and your gonna wet your first two fingers with your tongue, and then tell her how sweet her pussy is as you slide them up into her... and right exactly then is when I'm gonna drive my hard prick up into your slippery little cunt, and while I'm fucking your wet little pussy of yours slow and steady, your gonna curl the tips of your fingers gently up," he holds up his index and middle fingers to demonstrate, "and rub the flats of your fingers against that little bundle on the inside top as you lick her with quick little flicks of the tip of your tongue, until she starts to moan and get all tensed up, and then your gonna slip your fingers out and turn them over and slide 'em back in again, and rub deep against the bottom of her tunnel and lick and suck heavier and then lighter and then quicker and then slower exactly with my pace thrusting in and out of your little cunt." 

He reaches between your legs and turns the vibe up a bit and slips it out of you and then works the tip in and out of your entrance and over your clit, "and when she groans with pleasure and squirts over your fingers, that's when – and not a moment before – that's when you're allowed to cum on my cock... is that clear?" He turns up the strength of the buzz a little further and rapidly jiggles it inside your frothy opening.

A white-hot longing burns at your core as you pant out the words, "Yes! ...Yes! ...Oh fuck! ...Yes! I need to cum ...so bad! ...Fuck ...I want your cock in me ...fucking me so good ...and I want her pussy ...cumming on my mouth! ...Oh fuck yes!!" 

He withdraws the vibrator and holds it back from your pussy, "Good girl – such a good girl you are, wanting so fucking desperately to fuck and lick and cum over and over... Does it feel nice to be so hungry to cum, huh? Do you like being totally filled with that sweet fucking hunger?"

"Yes, please – please, sir! I wanna be your good girl! I wanna fuck your cock! I wanna lick her! I wanna cummmmm!! Fuck, I wanna cum!" You As he moves from the stop sign and pulls back on the freeway, you wriggle even more hungrily on that little shaft as it holds you ever so close to the edge of that sweet release. "Fuck, you're so right – it feels so fucking good to be so fucking horny! Oh, I wanna cum so bad, but I love the way you've got me feeling so fucking hot! I'll do anything, anything you say – just tell me – just tell me what you want me to do."

"Mmmm – that's it, luscious girl – she'll like that naughty tongue of yours between her thighs... and after you get her off, and after you cum lusciously on my cock, you can watch me slip it up into her, and then you can lay back and spread for her mouth so she can lick you off while I make her cum again." 

The garage door hums and squeaks as it drops closed behind his car, and he leans over you and releases your legs, and he unties and pulls the toy out and tucks it in the layers of the towel, and then he allows you to bring your arms forward, and takes the ropes from under the seat and pulls you to crawl slowly over the driver's seat and out next to him, leaving your bag on the floor of the car. He turns you around and strips off your top, pulling it down and off of the ropes before folding your forearms together behind your back and tying them snugly together with several loops. 

He leads you to walk backwards and guides you up a short step and through one door and then another, into the backyard and the slight chill of the evening air, and then he strips off your skirt and your shoes, and he bends to lick and suck your nipples as he slips his hand between your legs and deftly and deeply fingers your oozing and fragrant little slit quickly right back up into a frenzied heat. "Do you remember everything I told you?"

"Yes, sir!" your obedient preparedness drives a hushed exclamation as he turns you around and looses your arms and wrists from their bindings. 

The slight warmth of the house is comforting as you feel the firm grasp of his fingers in your hair controlling your speed and direction. You enter the bedroom and he releases you into the glow of the lamp on the side-table, and she's there, standing by the edge of the bed wearing only a coral macramé wrap that slightly obscures her generous and well-proportioned curves. Her dark braid rests on her shoulder and trails down over her breast and her belly. A fresh swell of delight passes into you as you approach her, and you caress her cheek, and you kiss her gently and passionately as he locks the bedroom door and begins to get undressed. 

Her tongue plays against yours and you linger at her lips for a few long moments before moving to her neck and shoulders as you brush aside the pink mesh and cup her breasts, and he moves behind you and presses his fresh nakedness against you from behind. Her hands are warm and soft on your tits, and his are cool as they caress your sides and slip down to your waist to guide you to bend slightly to lick and suck each of her nipples, and you arch your back and rise up on the balls of your feet to present your puffy and glistening pussy to him and you reach down and fondle her pussy tenderly as he presses the top of his newly hardening length against your slick outer folds. 

You move over her as she lays back on the bed, and you gently shoulder her legs apart as you move to feel up her breasts again and then drop your head back between her thighs and kiss and nibble slowly up and down from the insides of her knees to her freshly trimmed triangle, then you unfold her further, licking so very lightly over her outer contours as you climb up to kneel on the edge of the bed and arch your throbbing cunt out for him.

As your tongue parts her petals – and you taste her sweet spice and lap your tongue over her cleft slowly and softly from bottom to top, loitering for a few quicker licks over her swelling clit – her breath deepens, and you feel the cool of his breath, and his tongue slips up and down over your sex, teasing your slick heat up again. 

You slip your first two fingers into your mouth and wet them, and then whisper between her thighs, "Your sexy little pussy is so sweet and tasty..." and she fairly purrs in response and she trails her fingers into your hair as his mouth leaves your cock-hungry slit and you slip your fingers very slowly up into her. You feel the engorged head of his rigid prick against your folds and then sliding into your opening and slowly and – oh so very deliciously – up into your slippery deep, and you wordlessly intone your intense relief at finally getting that hot tunnel filled up with hard cock, and he establishes a measured and stable rhythm as you press your fingers up against her sweetspot and flick of the tip of your tongue lightly over her little button. 

You hear him moan in response as your slick warmth snugly envelops his steadily thrusting length, and her body arches and stiffens as her tension builds. 

You draw your fingers very gradually out and move to bury your tongue deep inside her, and then you reach back to offer her musk to his open mouth and you watch him over your shoulder as he hungrily licks your fingers and presses his cock all the way into you, grinding his hilt against your entrance. 

You can feel your excitement building and you dutifully slip your fingers back into her, palm down, rubbing deep against the bottom of her passage as you feverishly lick and suck to match his pace. He draws back a little and rubs your clit side to side before plunging deep up in you again and you work her depths, as her moans grow louder and deeper she utters confirmation of your impending success, "Yes Just like that! Just like that! Oh fuck, don't stop!" 

Her body grows rigid and then she shakes and heaves beneath you as her pleasure floods her, and her hot and tangy fluid pours in little squirts out underneath your tongue and over your fingers as you work her, and he spanks your ass hard and thrusts fast and fiercely into you, and you hear his hoarsely panted words, "Good girl, good girl," as you realize that you now have fully satisfied his requests and have his complete consent to surrender to your pleasure. 

Her shaking eases back as your body seizes up in full acceptance of his pounding prick, and she slowly opens up again under you as you brace yourself with your palms against the mattress, and as the ecstasy begins and you buck and shudder against his thrusts, you bury your tongue in her dripping depths and send her over the edge once more as all your pent up tension passes through you in an electric torrent of primal bliss and, for a few precious moments, your entire world becomes an unconscious melding of his cock and your cunt and her pussy and your tongue and his hot and heavy breath and her cries of wild abandon and the deep vibration of your groans of pleasure against her slick and pulsating flower.



Fit To Be Tied



You joked when we first started seeing each other that the reason you had bought the four post bed was so that you could tie up naughty girls and do naughty things with them, but admittedly this had never happened. While I was never inclined to let anyone tie me up, I have to admit that the idea teased at my more erotic side and led me to many such fantasies. Sometimes when I came over and you were up before me, I would sprawl out, reaching for the posts and imagine that I was tied there to be used by you. Such fantasies led to hot sex, though I never told you what had got me going. 

When you looked into my eyes the first time and told me that I was a naughty girl who needed to be tied up and fucked, my heart leapt at the thought of that fantasy coming true. I knew you and trusted you completely. My eyes locked with yours and I answered, "Yes, I've been very naughty, and I think that's just what I need." You used robe ties to secure my wrists and ankles. When I was securely bound and helpless, you showed me that submitting to you was the right decision. Your mouth on my breasts; your tongue on my clit; the gentle touch of your hands on my body drove me wild. I tugged against the bindings as you brought me to orgasm three times before even entering me. When you did, I was so wet and so aroused the sensations were unbelievable. I had my fifth orgasm about the time your climactic warmth pulsed into my body.

That was the first time I was bound, but not the last. You purchased cuffs for just that purpose, padded and lined with D rings to attach the chains. Yes, chains; just because it was more erotic that way. The chains attached to other D rings on straps attached to the posts; dog collars, to be exact. I was not afraid. I could never be afraid of you. You love me and I love you. The bonds of trust allow me to yield my body to you without fear. You would never hurt me. 

And so tonight when I was securely bound spread eagle; attached to the four corners of the bed as usual by cuffs and chains; your prisoner and your lover; I felt secure in once again yielding to you. You called me a naughty girl, and yes, I did feel naughty. You said I needed to be punished and I agreed, even if neither of us could think of anything to be punished for. The reason didn't matter. You were directly above me with your hands on the mattress on either side of me. Your knees were on the mattress between my splayed and restrained legs. Your hard dick was nestled inside me, slowly stroking into my sodden pussy which was made so by three consecutive orgasms. I saw that look on your face; that mixture of love, passion, adventure and sinister intent. I smiled, nervous and excited. 

"Punish me," I said to you. "Punish your naughty slut." 

"I will," you said. You quickened your motions and soon I felt the warm, familiar sensation of your orgasm pulsing inside me. Unable to move, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the frantic throbbing of your dick as it unleashed its pent up fury inside me. 

You didn't completely lose your erection. You seldom do after the first climax. It does soften somewhat, though, as it did this time; as if taking a partial time out. You pulled out of me and climbed off the bed. I watched you walk around the foot of the bed and reach down to unfasten my ankles. My left ankle was freed, first, and then my right. You climbed back on the bed and straddled me. "Naughty girl," you said to me. You kissed me softly and your kiss was as intoxicating as ever. I looked up into your deep brown eyes and gave you an impish smile. You reached over and unhook my left wrist. Then you reached for my right. You unhooked it, but when you did you pulled me over and clicked it to the end of the chain that used to connect my left wrist. I was then on my side, but not for long. You slid my left hand back toward the other side moving me face down and you connect the other chain.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not quite understanding your intent. It became clearer when you slid back off the bed and secured my ankles. I lay with my head on the pillow, wondering what you were up to and getting a little nervous. I knew I could trust you completely, but I had a feeling I was going to be pushed in a direction I had never gone before.

I felt you climb up on the bed beside me. Your hand was on my ass, caressing me. I could feel the warmth of your hands and even identify the calluses that identified that hand as belonging to my lover. Your fingertips slid down to the front of my pussy, over my clit, and slowly traced back up the length of it to the tightly puckered muscle of my anus. Your middle fingertip was wet with the collected fluid that was seeping from me after your climax. You smeared this fluid over that muscle and collected more. This time you put pressure on that muscle and I felt your finger slide in to the first knuckle.

"No," I gasped. My exclamation was immediately answered with a crisp slap to my exposed rump. I jumped at the contact, though I couldn't have moved even a full inch.

"I said I was going to push you," I heard you say. "Do you want me to get my belt?"

"No," I said. "I don't want you spanking me with your belt." Something about the way you said it made me convinced that you would have done it.

"Then behave." Your finger tip made another trip, bringing a new supply of warm cum from inside my freshly used pussy. You pressed your fingertip inside me, pushing that fluid into my ass as well, again only to the first knuckle. I started to say something, but WHACK! I felt the sting of your hand on my ass again. I cried out, as much by the surprise of it as the pain. "I said behave," you told me. "You said we'd try this one of these days and tonight is the night."

I let out a sigh of resignation. I HAD said we'd try it one of these nights. I hadn't wanted to put you off with a direct no and I really didn't have the guts to try it again. I had tried twice before. Both times were painful. I made the one I was with stop. I have to admit that somewhere in my fantasies the idea of you taking my ass has always lurked, though I always said now to both you and my inner curiosities. I tried to look at it rationally. It was something that millions of people did. Maybe I COULD do it after all. Now it seemed I had little choice but to let you make the attempt. After the hot sex we had earlier and given the fact that you were always gentle with me, what did I really have to fear anyway?

You lay down beside and lightly kissed my neck. Your middle finger remained in my ass, now to the second knuckle as you reassured me how much you love me. You reminded me that I was a naughty girl and that I really needed to be punished this way. I began to relax more as you moved the finger around inside me. If I relax, it will go okay, I told myself. I gasped as I felt you press your index finger into my ass beside your middle finger. Now you had two fingers inside my ass.

You sat up and pulled your fingers out of me. There was a moment when I wondered what you were doing. Then I felt your fingers again, now coated with lube. You slid two fingers into my ass and pushed them all the way in. It stretched my muscles uncomfortably, but I could handle it I assured myself. You pulled your fingers back and then I felt a third finger being pressed into my ass. I let out a moan and reflexively tugged against the restraints. You pressed the three fingers in deep and told me to just relax. How was I supposed to relax with three fingers in my ass?

It took a few minutes, but my muscles became accustomed to the intrusion of your fingers. It still felt uncomfortable, but not painful. You reached around and rubbed my clit. I squirmed under you and moaned as the sensations drove me wild. 

You stopped and moved to sit between my legs. I closed my eyes, but before I had much of a chance for my brain to register what was going on I felt a well lubricated condom that was filled with a very hard dick being pressed against my lubricated and slightly gaped opening. You gripped your shaft with one hand and steadied yourself with the other. I barely had time to say "Wait," When I fell you press it into me. I cried out as I feel your dick now lodged in my ass. "Take it out. I can't do this," I say. This time you did not let my fear stop you. You snuggled close to me. Your left hand wrapped around my waist. Your fingers caress my clitoris. Your kisses, warm and reassuring were on my neck. "Shhhh. You can do this," you say to me. 

You pushed into me and pulled back. I cried out and felt my muscles tense. "Take it out, please," I moaned. I wasn't very convincing. You could feel my arousal as your fingertips massaged my clit. After a moment you pushed in deeper and pulled back slightly. I moaned as you continued to rub my clit. After a couple more pushes, your dick was completely inside me. For the moment you didn't move. You simply caressed my clit until the pleasure overwhelmed the discomfort. 

After a few moments you began to move your hips. I let out a low moan as I realize your cock is all the way inside me and I can take it. I wasn't ripped and bleeding. I wasn't in extreme pain. "Fuck me," I moaned softly. "Fuck my ass." I was still not sold on the idea. I just wanted you out of me, but I knew you wanted this and I wanted to please you.

You kissed the back of my neck and rubbed my clit as you continued. I knew what you wanted. I could feel my own climax building inside me. You wanted me to cum while you fucked me in the ass. You were about to get your wish. The pain was all but gone. I began to buck against you as I came wildly. You increased the tempo and I bucked under you. My ass was so tight on your dick I knew you wouldn't be able to last long. "Cum with me," I moan. "Cum in my ass." 

You began to pound into me more aggressively. As my orgasm began to ease, I felt you cumming in my ass. Your dick throbbed as you unleashed your climax in wave after wave. I heard you groan as you slammed roughly into my ass. I was completely relaxed at this point. I felt a sense of satisfaction as I finally completed my first ass fuck. It hadn't hurt as much as I was afraid it would have, and in fact there were moments of tremendous erotic pleasure. 

You moved to get a towel, which you positioned under me to catch the fluid that was draining from my fresh fucked ass. One by one the restraints were released. You pulled me on to you. My head rested against your muscular chest. I could feel your heart pounding as you began to wind down from the intensity.

"Baby, I love you so much," you said to me. "I've wanted your ass ever since we started going out.

"Well, now you've got it," I answered softly. There was a dull throb in my ass as I snuggled on top of you. "But you have to give me a little time to recover before we do this again." I could feel you smiling even though my eyes were closed. My head lay peacefully on your chest. I paused before I said the words I knew would rock your world. "At least a couple of hours."



Fit to be Tied



I have an admission to make before I go any further here. I watched a shoe on the Oprah Winfrey Network. Yes I did. My better half was watching a show on there one night and told me enough about it to pique my curiosity. So I asked her to DVR it so I could watch it when I had an hour to spare. The show was "Our America with Lisa Ling" and that specific episode was about kinky sex. I wasn't thoroughly entertained or informed; the internet has jaded me I guess.

One segment though focused on a man and a woman who engaged in rope play, and other submission games. They went on to talk about how mostly they never had penetrative sex. That little admission lit a light in my head that begged to be explored as a story. So here is the story edited as always by PapaGus....

*

"Really mom, I don't have a clue where she's at," claimed the voice on the other end of the phone. Donny Bauer chuckled a bit in spite of his building rage.

"Don't call me that you fag," he said to Rick Burns his lifelong friend and current business partner. "All I know is the weekly classes, and meetings, and dinners with the cunts, and whatever else she fuckin' claims to be doing at night are increasing, and I'm not sure how much longer I can keep from beating the ever loving dog shit out of her lying ass."

"Shit dude. You know you'd never raise a hand to Jesse."

"Tell me that when the image of her getting pounded by some sweaty yoga faggot makes me want to empty my 12 gauge into every swinging dick she is ever around. Well except your gay ass."

"Why not me? I might be fucking the shit out of her as we speak."

"I know you aren't because you know that to pay your ass back I'd fuck Samantha so long and hard, you'd never touch the sides again."

"Shit. You would make her laugh herself to death if you whipped your pencil dick out."

"I suppose you're gonna tell me that your mom laughs by saying 'Oh shit! I can't handle all of that monster at once! Give me a few inches at a time Donny boy!'"

"I gotta hand it to you bro. You have one hell of an imagination. But seriously; if you think she's fucking around on you, divorce her ass. No man should put up with crap like that?"

"All I have are suspicions man. I know she comes home and showers in the downstairs bath after most nights out, these mystery friends I've never met, not to mention her new thing of not wanting me to see her naked."

"What?"

"Yeah. I went into the bathroom the other morning while she was showering and she bitched at me for hours about privacy, and how I am a pervert for trying to spy on her. All I wanted to do was brush my fucking teeth."

"Well, you are kind of a perv."

"Dude, perv or not, she used to parade around in front of me naked. Especially after that yoga shit started toning her up. I need concrete proof if I'm gonna kick her to the curb. I'm not risking half of my shit on a gut feeling, no matter how strong it is."

"Call Herman. He's a PI now and can get you all the proof you need."

"Your cousin Herman? Are you fucking retarded?"

"What? You can't still be pissed...."

"Pissed about his dumb ass getting us thrown in a Honolulu jail? Fuck yeah I'm still pissed. First shore leave we get in Hawaii and his dumb ass gets us locked up. We're lucky the JAG didn't toss us in the brig when we got back to the ship."

"OK, he fucked up, but man that was 12 years ago. Plus you have to admit he made it into the SEALS and we never made it above JG Louies. I'll call him in the morning"

Donny had to admit to himself that he needed proof, and a PI could get it. "Remind him that he owes us big time."

"OK jerk off. Well I am goin' to bed, so I'll see you at the site in the morning."

"All right fag. Don't forget it's your turn to bring coffee."

*****

"Did your date go home?"

Brett Wilson looked up to see his roommate enter the living room. Brett had just sat down to watch SportsCenter on ESPN. "Yeah, she left about twenty minutes ago."

"Did you fuck her yet?"

"Nope. Just tied her up, as usual. I did use those electric shocking dildos again. You know, since I got those she has come over more and more often."

"So why don't you just fuck her?"

"She won't let me. She says she won't do that to her husband."

"She won't fuck, but her hubby is OK with you tying his naked wife up and plugging her holes with dildos?"

"She says fucking would be cheating. I have no clue what hubby knows or doesn't know."

"My money says her hubby would call it all cheating."

"He's not my concern. If Jesse wants to be tied and all of that, I'll do it. I'd never turn down a chance to stare at her body. She's hot! Besides; she might get so worked up on the dildos one of these times that she'll beg me to fuck her. I'd love to plug that tight asshole of hers."

"You're such a pig. I gotta work early so I am going to bed."

"I can't be worse than your work buddies," Brett said as he watched her walk out of the room. "Damn she's got a great ass!" he thought as Kate went to her room. Then his thoughts turned back to Jesse. He had been playing bondage games with her now for six months.

At first it was only once every couple of weeks. Then he was seeing her at least once a week until he bought the toys. Since he'd bought the dildos and butt plugs she had started coming over more and more often.

Brett had met Jesse seven months before at a sexual deviation symposium in San Diego. He had been listening to a panel of six men discussing cuckolding and humiliation in an open forum. Three of the men were dressed in panties and were obviously the pro group, while three men in sports jackets were the anti's.

One member of the pro group had just stated how much watching a big cock stretch his wife's pussy turned him on, but the payoff was always getting the sperm when the act was done. A second chimed in about loving it when his wife made fun of his cock while their bull shot a mouthful of sperm into him.

"Disgusting fucks," Brett said to himself as he turned to go see if there was anything less stomach churning.

"Is that a professional opinion?" asked a feminine voice from beside him. He turned to face the owner of the voice. She had red hair, pouty lips and piercing green eyes. He then deflated when he saw the ring adorning her left ring finger.

"Oh, I apologize. I thought I was more alone."

She laughed charmingly and he felt another pang of want. "Don't worry. I can't ever figure out how any man can act like those people do either."

"It sure doesn't fit into my list of kinks to try. I'm Brett Wilson by the way." He said extending his hand. She smiled and shook it.

"Jesse Hudson. Pleased to meet you. Are you from this area?"

"No, I'm from Denver."

"No way! So am I. What part of town?"

"Thornton. And you?"

"Greenwood Village. I have a private practice in the Tech Center."

They ended up walking to the different forum's and speeches together. When they got to a large BDSM gathering Brett noticed that Jesse was paying more attention than she had been before. There was a gallery of pictures featuring women tied up in various positions.

Brett was slightly disappointed that most of the women in the photos were dressed. Most were in bikinis but only one or two were nude. He was told that nudity didn't play a large part and most submissive women who liked to be tied got off on being tied alone. No matter what they were wearing.

He turned to find Jesse staring at a picture series of a woman tied and suspended from a rafter. As she was dangling, her tormentor was pouring candle wax on her body. She was staring so enrapt that she didn't hear Brett tell her that he was going to the dinner.

She caught up to him as he was exiting the exhibit. "I'm sorry for losing track of time. I just couldn't figure out why someone would want to do those things," she told him.

"I'll bet you were thinking of having your lucky husband do that to you," Brett thought to himself. "I'm not sure what I'll learn here that will help in my practice. Maybe I'll start lobotomizing cuckolds."

They chatted idly through dinner. There were times when Jess's mind seemed to be in other places, but Brett just figured she was thinking about other things she had to do.

After dinner Brett went to his room and spent a couple hours jerking off thinking about Jesse. He showered and finished off all of the gin in the mini bar and went to sleep.

The next morning he didn't see Jesse at breakfast, nor did he see her at lunch. Shortly after the last forum of the day he saw her coming out of the BDSM display they'd been to yesterday. He assumed that she was doing research and went to dinner.  

After dinner as he was heading up to his room with a new bottle of gin, he saw Jesse walking out of the dining area. She didn't seem to notice him so he went to his room for the night and repeated the previous evening's activities, but this time he was thinking about his roommate Kate.

The symposium ended at noon the following day so many of the attendees staying at that hotel checked their bags with the concierge before going into the conference hall. Brett attended one of the last two forums on BDSM. He started imagining Jesse and Kate again.

When the forum was over he went to the concierge to get his bags and catch the shuttle to the airport. He collected his bags and went to the front to find the shuttle waiting. As he got in he saw Jess sitting on the rear bench and sat next to her.

They made small talk for most of the ride to the airport. She was flying United and he was on Delta. When they were approaching the Delta terminal she handed him her business card.

"Let's keep in contact when we get home. It's always nice to have a colleague to call if you need a second opinion."

He accepted the card and handed her one of his own. "It was a pleasure to meet you Jesse. Please don't hesitate to call if I might be of service to you."

He got out of the shuttle and stood waiting for the driver to get his bags. "Please don't hesitate to call if I may be of service? What a stupid fucking thing to say," he thought to himself.

He contemplated waiting for her when he got back to Denver, but he didn't know if her husband would be meeting her at the airport or not. Nor did he really have any indication that she was as infatuated with him as he was with her.

"She probably will forget me as soon as this shuttle moves on," he thought to himself. The driver plopped his bags onto the curb and whisked away to the next stop.

Jesse dominated his thoughts during his flight home. A couple of times he buried his nose in the airline provided magazine to make his erection go away. He didn't think the old spinster he was seated next to would appreciate him sporting wood while she was in her Sunday best.

He got home and went on with his business. He'd work all day and go home and masturbate thinking about Kate's ass at night. Three weeks after the San Diego trip Jesse wasn't even a memory anymore.

Almost a month after the symposium, he received a phone call asking for an out of office session. He didn't know who he was talking to; colleagues often asked each other for out of office session. Usually they had a tough case or had an issue or two of their own to deal with and didn't care to be seen in another's office. He never turned these down because from time to time he needed to vent and called on his colleagues in the same manner.

The person asked him to meet at a coffee shop in lower downtown Denver, also known as LoDo, around six that evening. Intrigued but cautious Brett agreed. He couldn't place the voice on the phone, but he knew he'd heard it before.

That evening at six he walked into the small coffee shop with a charming brick storefront. Inside were quite a few trendy college kids and several professionals. You could see this same mix of people anywhere in LoDo on any given evening.

He scanned the patrons seeking a face he knew and found none. He took a seat at an unoccupied table and waited. He waited for fifteen minutes and then ordered a coffee in a to-go cup. By the time the coffee arrived it was past 6:30. He was about to get up and leave when a familiar face entered the door.

The new arrival saw him immediately and made straight for his table. He was pleasantly surprised to see Jesse working her way toward him. As she sat she had a funny look on her face.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Actually I've been outside for almost an hour trying to decide if I was going to go through with this."

"Go through with what?" Brett wondered to himself. He could see she was struggling with a decision and tried to play down her timing. "It's no problem. I was having a coffee and trying to decide what I was going to do for dinner."

Jesse took a deep breath and continued. "I know I asked for an out of office session, but that's not exactly what I want. Do you remember the display at the symposium on bondage?"

"Yeah. It wasn't nearly as disturbing as the cuckold displays but I do remember it."

"OK, here's my issue. I want to try being tied up. I have thought about it almost nonstop since the first day I saw the photos." She paused as she thought out her next words. "I can't ask my husband to do this for personal reasons, and I have no one else I can turn to. I want you to help me experiment with bondage Brett."

Brett couldn't believe what he was hearing. One of the sexiest women he'd ever met was asking him to tie her up. He'd thought a time or two about tying up Kate but this was more than a masturbation fantasy. He was glad he didn't have a mouth full of coffee at that moment. "Ok. So, just how do we go about this?"

"I'll call you when I'm ready. If you remember I am married so I have to be careful."

One week after their meeting in LoDo she called him to meet her at one of the cheap motels on Colfax. He parked his car in LoDo and rode a bus to the vicinity of the motel. He didn't see any nice cars in the lot so he figured she'd done something similar.

He knocked on the unit number she'd told him. She answered the door wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants. He was slightly disappointed hoping to find her in a negligée or teddy. "We have an hour," she told him, "I am nervous as heck."

"It's ok," he said, "I'm a little nervous too, but I've looked at some web sites and I think I can tie a knot that won't hurt you."

She smiled and reached into a bag on the dresser. She pulled out a length of nylon rope. "Do you think this'll work?"

He hefted the rope and felt along its length. "It should be fine. How should we start? Are you going to undress?" he asked hoping to mask his anxiousness.

"I can't be naked. Somehow it feels less wrong if I am dressed. Just tie my hands and feet and let's see how that feels."

Brett felt immediate disappointment, but held his tongue. He didn't want to piss her off and possibly ruin his chance at future sessions with her. "Ok, climb on the bed and lay face down."

An hour later they stood outside the office of the motel. Jesse had called a cab and Brett offered to wait with her since the neighborhood wasn't exactly a place where an attractive woman should be walking around alone.

She thanked him and climbed into the cab. As it pulled away Brett felt sure that he'd never hear from her again. He caught the bus back to his car and drove home.

When three days had passed and Jesse hadn't called again, Brett decided that their little game had been a one off. "Maybe she's clued her husband into what she wants," he thought to himself. It would be another two weeks before he'd hear from Jesse again.

She called late on a Wednesday afternoon and asked him if he'd meet her again. He could barely contain his excitement as he feigned thinking it over. This time they met at a sleazy motel on East Colfax.

This time Brett took a cab from his office to the motel. The cabbie gave him a wink as Brett handed over the fare. He silently swore to himself to use a different cab company for his return trip.

This session went just like the first. He tied her but this time she asked him to put a clothes pin on her nipple. She wore a yoga leotard and her nipples were prominent.

When that session was over, Brett suggested that next time they meet at his place. "Didn't you tell me in San Diego that you had a roommate?" she asked him.

"I do have one, but she goes to bed early and really doesn't care what I do as long as she isn't forced to watch." He half-heartedly chuckled feeling his little joke hadn't gone as well as he'd planned.

"We'll see. I'm not entirely sure there will be a next time."

Brett was pretty sure that there would be, and two weeks later he was rewarded with another call. This cycle continued for a few weeks. Each time she got a bit more daring. She would agree to go topless three months after their first meet. Then finally she got completely naked about a month later. The only demand she had was that they ditch the nylon rope for a softer cotton rope to negate the scratch marks left on her skin.

She had been calling once a week for the previous two months, and then Brett introduced the toys. He had purchased a dildo and a butt plug. Both of these toys could be hooked up to a machine that would deliver electric shocks to either toy, or both should the user be up to that.

The first time she was reluctant. He used them and shocked her a couple of times. She never used their safe word so he continued. After the first session with the toys she started calling twice a week.

"So why don't you just fuck her?" Kate's words came back to him and he realized he'd been daydreaming during the whole episode of SportsCenter.

"Maybe I will," he said out loud to himself. "Maybe I will."

*****

Twelve miles away Jesse Hudson-Bauer looked through the rain streaked windshield of her new Audi A6. The red light shined clearly on the hood of the black car, and she was tempted to go anyway since there was no other traffic out.

She absent mindedly rubbed at her wrists, trying to decide if she could still feel the ligature marks or if it was just her guilty conscience. She definitely could feel the combination of lube and her secretions in her crotch and asscrack. As of late she had been getting carried away with the play and hadn't left herself enough time to get cleaned up. "Donny should be in bed by now," she thought to herself.

"What are you so worried about girl?" she asked herself out loud, "It's not like Brett's been inside you."

She thought about that for a moment as if trying to debunk her theory.

At first her sessions with Brett were just to satisfy her curiosity. She found herself leaving those sessions so aroused that she would either masturbate as soon as she got home, or she'd fuck Donny senseless. That was before she realized that the rope was leaving marks.

One night upon returning home from a session, she stripped down to ravish her husband. She worked hard at yoga and her gym session and was proud of her body. As she approached Donny, he got a horrified look on his face.

"Oh my god baby, what did you do to your wrist?"

She looked down and realized there were red marks from the rope. "Oh! I must be allergic to my new bracelet or something." He seemed to buy her explanation but she was suddenly no longer horny.

She had halfhearted sex with him and slid off of him after he came. He assumed that she was tired and didn't think anything more of it. She didn't sleep much that night and vowed to herself that her sessions with Brett were over.

She intended to call Brett the following afternoon and tell him that she'd no longer be having their sessions. She had clients all day except for a fifteen minute slot after her 3:00 session was over.

Everything was fine until her 2:00 appointment showed up with her husband. Usually Natalie only talked about her fear of crossing icy streets, or her fear of driving while the wind blew. That day Natalie said she had wonderful news.




Fit to be Tied



"What news is that?" asked Jesse.

"Tom has decided that just because he doesn't like rope play, it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it."

"So Tom is participating with you?"

"No. He lets me play with a friend of ours who has been into the scene for a while. Tom has no problems with it as long as I don't actually have penetrative sex."

"I really don't." added Tom. "In fact when she comes home from her play time and tells me about it we usually have quite passionate sex after."

While Jesse could never quite gather enough courage to talk to Donny about her fetish, she reasoned that as long as Brett didn't penetrate her she wasn't cheating. When Brett brought up the idea of using dildos and butt plugs in their play, she rationalized that as long as Brett wasn't putting his penis inside her she wasn't cheating.

She pulled into her side of the driveway and into the garage. She was glad that Donny had installed the most quiet garage door opener money could buy. She went inside the house.

All of the lights were off, leaving only the accent lighting in the kitchen and on the stairs to illuminate her path. She went instead to the downstairs bathroom and closed the door. She turned on the light and then inspected herself in the mirror as she stripped for a shower.

Her breasts still showed bruising from being tied. She was no longer surprised about the various marks and bruises left on her alabaster skin after a rope session. Brett tried to be as gentle as possible, but she always asked to be tied tighter. She had been astonished at the appearance of her breasts the first time Brett had tied them up.

He had wrapped the rope around each breast until it was elongated and turning purple. She loved that sensation, even if she wasn't sure about a man other than Donny putting his hands on her breasts.

Her crotch still had the lubricant all over it, and her inner thighs were covered in red marks from the rope, as did her knees and ankles. She made a mental note to see if there was another way to be bound without using rope.

The marks on her body had made her stop having sex with Donny, or if they made love she wore a long night shirt. She didn't think Donny had noticed, she figured as long as he was getting laid he wouldn't notice what she wore or if the lights were on or off.

She took a shower, letting the water pulse over her sensitive clitoris long enough to bring about a huge orgasm. Then she got out and toweled off. The shower hadn't done much to alleviate her marks so she pulled a long t-shirt from behind the stack of towels in the linen closet. She had taken to stashing a couple back there for nights like this.

She was half way up the stairs when she remembered he clothes were in the bathroom still. "I'll get them in the morning," she thought to herself. "Donny has no reason to go in there."

She got to her bedroom door and looked in. She could see three lumps on the bed. One was six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds and snoring. Then there was Mickey and Minnie. She was quite irritated to find that Donny had allowed them onto the bed. Mickey was lying on her pillow, while Minnie slept about a foot way on her side of the bed.

Mickey was a five pound Chihuahua that Donny had got her for her birthday three years before. At first the little guy was her shadow. He'd be where ever she was. Then one day she and Donny were watching a movie and eating popcorn. Donny, as he always did, would feed Mickey pieces of popcorn ever so often.

Jesse got up to go the bathroom and came back to find Mickey on Donny's lap. When she went to move him he growled at her and snapped. He would growl anytime she tried to touch him when he was with Donny. When Donny got up to go to the bathroom, Mickey followed.

"Why are you following me?" she heard him ask. When he came back Mickey jumped straight up into his lap. From that day forth, when Donny wasn't around Mickey would gravitate to Jesse. But when Donny was home he was Donny's dog.

She could go over and remove Mickey from her pillow but he would growl and make noise possibly waking Donny. But the larger problem was Minnie. If Mickey raised a stink, Minnie would defend him. Minnie was an eighty pound Pit Bull.

Donny had rescued her from some rednecks that were trying to make her drag an engine block around. The chain around her neck had cut her in several places and her food was just out of reach.

Donny had been working on the house across the street and called Animal Control. The officers came and ticketed the people and confiscated the dog. Two weeks later Donny had gone to the pound to see if they had gotten the dog back. He was informed that they had not even attempted to get her, so he adopted her on the spot.

Jesse was irate that he would bring a dog home without cluing her in, but she relented when she saw how well she and Mickey got along. She acted like Mickey was her puppy more often than not.

Jesse was pissed that Donny had taken to letting the dogs on the bed if she wasn't home when he went to bed. Anytime that Mickey wasn't on her pillow she could slip into bed around the dogs. But when Mickey was on her pillow, she knew she was sleeping in the den.

*****

"Where is this fucking clown?"

"Relax bro. He'll be here. He told me he had to meet a guy in Morrison at ten so he'd get here about nine."

Donny and Rick were sitting having coffee in a small café in Morrison. Rick's cousin Herman was due to show at any minute and Donny was getting antsy.

"So you really put her panties in a baggie and brought them?"

"Yup. She snuck in and showered in the downstairs bath the other night. I went in there to get me a fresh towel and found her clothes on the floor. Her panties had something on them, so I figure PI boy can find out what or who is oozing out of my soon to be ex."

"Man, I'm sorry you're having to do this. I never imagined Jesse would cheat on you. You give the cu..., I mean her everything she ever wants."

"Cunt is fine. She ceased being above pond scum the moment I saw them stains."

A few minutes later an unkempt man in a blue Hawaiian shirt and rumpled khaki pants walked in. Donny didn't recognize him until he spoke. "Donny Bauer, as I live and breathe."

"What the fuck Herman? Don't you believe in hygiene anymore?"

The two men chuckled and shook hands. "So. Penis here tells me you have a possible whore issue you need to deal with." Herman said.

"Penis?" asked Donny.

"Yeah, Penis. You know. Ricky, Richard, Dick, Penis; you see the progression?"

"Fuck you asswipe," chuckled Rick.

Donny chuckled. "Yeah I do. That's fucking funny. Penis. Maybe I'll call you wiener boy or some shit and see how long it takes the crew to pick up on it."

"Fuck you too cuck boy."

"Oh! Now that's fucking low dude." said Herman. "Now seriously, Rick here tells me you think your wife is stepping out. I can, with a little info, get you all of the dirt you'll need to bury her ass."

"That would be sweet if we didn't live in a no fault state. All I want is to know if she is for sure fucking around and with whom. I wrote down everything I thought would be pertinent. I also gave you passwords to her cell phone bill and her e-mail addresses," he said as he passed over a thick envelope. Herman took it and shook his head.

"Damn. What do you need me for? I wish all of my clients would make things so easy for me. Look; give me a couple of weeks and I'll see what I can come up with."

"Shit it's only Tuesday so you'll probably have a chance or three before the week is out. She is increasing her frequency. He must be damn good in bed," Donny said as a look of resignation passed over his face.

Herman was suddenly uncomfortable seeing his old friend in pain. "I'm on the case; bro. If she's going out almost every night, I might not even need the full two weeks."

"Do you want to stay for breakfast or do you have pressing business?" Rick asked.

"No man. I gotta go deliver a stack of vids to a gal who wants to castrate her hubby. Doesn't anybody believe in monogamy anymore?"

"Some of us do," said Donny. Rick nodded in agreement.

They all stood and shook hands. Herman then left with the stuff Donny gave him.

"You didn't tell him about the panties."

"He'll notice them when he opens the envelope. I imagine he'll call."

"He'll shit when he sees them. He was expecting info only."

"Oh well. If he can't figure them out, he'll call. Do you want to do breakfast?"

"We better not. The drywall chick will try to rock the whole place by herself."

"Oh I see. You want to help her out," Donny said wiggling his eyebrows in a lavatious manner. "You help her while I get the rest of the house done."

"Dude you are a perv. Besides, if you are about to be single that is one chick I definitely would consider an equal trade or a trade up. The ass that girl has is just ...DAMN!"

"Shall we go before you make a big ol' sticky mess there Penis?"

"Fuck you."

"Look pal, you're my bro and all but I don't swing that way. Save it for the dry wall chick."

*****

Herman had just left the home of a very pissed off client. He figured she would be pissed off over the photographic evidence of her husband's philandering. He was wrong. She was pissed off because she lost a bet with her best friend. They had bet on what woman the man was fucking on the side. "I'll never understand people," Herman thought to himself.

He drove to his office in a small Arvada strip mall. It never failed to make him laugh to see the "Schneider Investigations" sign between Marie's Bridal Boutique and Yarn Barn. He went in and looked at his answering machine. There were no messages so he sat and opened the envelope his former shipmate had given him.

He had already left the panties with a friend who worked at St. Thomas Hospital's pathology lab. Carl had said that he wasn't terribly busy so he should have a DNA sample before the end of the day.

He looked over all of the information he'd been handed, and decided to start with Jesse's cell phone. He opened his computer, and a few mouse clicks later he was entering her numbers and e-mail addresses into a program written by a friend of his from Lakewood.

Fred Murphy had originally written it to spy on his own wife, then he developed it as a great tool for PI's. He might have made a mint from it if the NSA hadn't got wind of it and bought it from him. They had made sure he didn't have any more copies and made him sign a confidentiality agreement.

When Fred had realized that the NSA had missed the few copies that he had given out, he went to those guys and changed a few lines of code to prevent the NSA from seeing the programs as they worked.

In a few minutes Herman had access to all of Jesse's e-mail and was getting copies of her text messages sent to his computer. He spent over half an hour looking through the e-mail that was in her mail box. Nothing in there pertained to his investigation so he concentrated on her cell phone usage.

He looked at her call logs for a one year period. He took note of the ones that had been called the most. The first number that she had only started calling in the past six months turned out to be her answering service. He made a note to see if he or one of his cronies might hack into their system to see who was leaving messages for the good doctor.

He started again at the top of the list and two numbers jumped out at him. Both were local cab companies. The thing that made him look was the fact that they were called an hour and a half apart each time. After talking to the cab companies he was able to ascertain that Jesse had been to two different flea bag motels in the span of a month.

"Playing careful eh?" he said to himself as he went back to the call log. He went back to the time of the cab calls and saw another number start to pop up with an increasing frequency. Her calls to the number seemed to fit with the nights Donny claimed she was out and about. Ten minutes later Herman had the addresses for Dr. Brett Wilson.

He had just entered Brett's information into a national data bank to see his background when Carl called.

"Carl. Do we have some DNA?"

"No DNA. All I found were vaginal secretions, fecal matter, and a water based lubricant."

"So she wasn't having sex?"

"I wouldn't say that Herman. She probably made him use a condom."

"You couldn't let me have a little hope there could you? Wait, fecal matter?"

"Yeah, mixed in with the lube. She obviously likes it in both entrances."

"Ok Carl. E-mail me the results and toss the panties, unless you want them for some perverted reason."

"They wouldn't fit me," Carl laughed, "so I'll just toss them with the med waste for incineration."

"OK, thanks Carl. Now I have to go actually do some work."

Two hours later Herman was walking out of Brett Wilson's apartment building. He stopped long enough to hold the door open for a strikingly beautiful brunette with jade green eyes. As if the eyes and face weren't enough to make guys trip over their tongues, she also had one of the nicest asses Herman had ever seen.

He was wearing a shirt from an appliance repair shop and driving a plain white van so he didn't think his presence would be noticed. He had been to Brett's apartment and had placed small cameras in Brett's bedroom. The décor screamed pretentious and gay. Herman could tell the guy was extremely anal retentive; even his casual clothes were uptight.

One bedroom was plain except for the diplomas on the wall issued to Kate Simmons. She had more degrees hung there than a thermometer. Herman made a mental note of the name but ignored the room.

In Brett's room he found a tube of lubricant and some sex toys. He looked but never found any condoms, used or new which puzzled him. "Maybe she furnishes them?" he asked the empty room. He took a few pictures of items in the room and then quickly placed the small cameras and left. He hooked a small receiver box to the phone line. The location made it highly unlikely that it would be noticed since the phone jack was behind a mahogany roll top desk. He then made sure the hall was clear before he left the apartment.

Two days later, his computer program alerted him to three phone calls between Jesse and Brett. The first was from Jesse to Brett's voice mail asking when he might be available for a session. Twenty minutes later Brett had returned her call and they set a time to meet that evening. Jesse had also asked him to see if there was something other than rope because it was leaving marks.

Brett replied that he'd look into it and call her back. About half an hour later he called her to say he had procured some "bondage tape" that wasn't supposed to make marks. She said she'd see him at six and hung up.

At five o'clock Herman sat across the street from Brett's apartment building in his IROC Camaro. The car was old and needed paint. It stuck out like a sore thumb in that neighborhood, but Herman didn't want to be seen in the area in the white van again so soon.

At five to six he saw Jesse's black Audi pull into the lot. He grabbed his Nikon SLR and shot a dozen pictures of Jesse exiting her car and entering Brett's building. The camera was coupled to a super telephoto lens so Herman knew he got her face in detail as she walked toward the door and into the building. Four hours later he got pictures of her leaving.

An hour later he was in his office commanding his computer to retrieve the images from the four cameras in Brett's apartment. After looking over the images he knew he was done on this case. All he had to do was print the images and get them to Donny. He saved the extra footage from the cameras. He figured to have fun with them later.

In the morning a plumber would visit the building in a plain white van. All evidence that Herman had ever been in there would be gone.

"Fucking kinky whore." Herman opined to himself. Then he continued researching the two doctors.

*****

Kate was eating a salad and watching "The Biggest Loser" when Brett came through the door almost two hours later than usual. "Did you have an actual date tonight?" she asked him.

"No. It has been a shitty day though. Some asshole sliced my tires while I was at work and I had to wait for a tow truck to take me to the tire shop. Not only did I get to spend over a grand on new tires, but while they changed the tires the mechanic discovered that my gas lines were cut. I had to get a cab while the shop fixes my car."

"An angry client?"

"I don't know. Could be I guess, or some punk kids."

"Have you talked to your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend. But if you're asking about Jesse, she's not doing too well. I'm a bit worried for her."

"Why? Is she asking you to do more than you are willing?"

"No, her husband served her with divorce papers yesterday."

"Really? Because she has been seeing you?"

"I guess. I don't know for sure. She was so devastated that her friend made her stay with her sister for a while. Her friend called me to say that she wouldn't make it tonight."

"I can't say I feel too sorry for her. She knew that sneaking around on her husband might come with a price."

"But I never fucked her Kate. The only part of me that ever touched her body was my hands, and then only enough to see to her desires. Can I borrow your car for the evening? I feel like I ought to be there for her."

"I guess you can. I just hope your fan club isn't following you. Where is your lady friend?"

"She's at her sister's house in Aurora."

"Ok. Just be careful. Take my Volvo." She handed Brett her extra keys and he left the apartment.

On his drive to Jesse's sister's home he couldn't help but wonder whether Jesse's husband had found out about their games or if he had other reasons to divorce her. Either way he had come to care deeply for Jesse and wanted to be there for her.

Thirty minutes later he pulled up to the address that Jesse's receptionist had given him. It was a nice split level home in a one of the newer neighborhoods. He noticed the freshly mown lawns and well-manicured hedges as he walked to the door. A younger version of Jesse answered the door when he knocked. If he hadn't known they were born four years apart, he would have sworn that they were twins.

"You must be her therapist friend. I'm Leslie."

"I'm Brett. I'm pleased to meet you Leslie."

"I'm sorry we had to meet under these conditions. She hasn't slept or ate since she got here yesterday afternoon."

"Does she have any idea why her husband would do this?"

"None. My only guess is the bastard is cheating on her and didn't have the balls to talk to her face to face. Fucking Neanderthal."

Leslie's venom surprised Brett. He kind of hoped that Jesse's husband was a cheating cad just so his conscience would be clear. Leslie led him up a set of stairs into the large living room. Jesse was curled up in a corner of the couch. She was wearing baggy sweats and it was easy to tell that she'd spent the better part of the past two day crying.

He went over to her and hugged her. She feebly hugged him back, and burst into tears. "What am I going to do now Brett?" she wailed. He just sat there holding her for a few minutes.

Leslie stuck her head into the room, "Brett, would you mind sitting here with her? I am going to see if I can retrieve some of her stuff from her house and pick up some dinner. And don't worry Jess, I won't claw the coward's eyes out."

"I'll stay with her. Call if you need anything."

They heard the front door close and Leslie's car start.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Brett asked.

"Oh I don't know. I don't know anything right now. All I know is my world caved in and the love of my life isn't speaking to me. I haven't seen him in three days."

"Why did he file for divorce? Do you think he's cheating on you?"




Fit to be Tied



"No. I think he probably thinks I am cheating on him. And looking back I should have put it together before all of this happened."

'What do you mean?"

"Two weeks ago after we played, I took a shower in the downstairs bath to avoid waking Donny. When I was halfway up the stairs, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my dirty clothes to the laundry hamper. I figured I'd get them in the morning since Donny never uses that bathroom. In the morning when I went to shower, I couldn't find any towels in the en suite bath. I went to get one from downstairs and saw my clothes, and took them to the hamper. My panties were missing."

"Why would he take your panties?"

"At first I couldn't remember if I had hidden them or if maybe I threw them in the hamper. Now I think about it they were messy and if he found them he might have taken them to use as evidence."

"And looking back my behavior had to look suspicious. The rope was leaving marks so I got to the point where I wouldn't let him see me naked or without long sleeved shirts on. I might as well have had "Hey! I'm sneaking around!" tattooed on my forehead.

Brett's mind went back to the day after one of their play sessions. He had gone into the office later than usual since he'd had no appointments until noon. Kate as usual had been gone long before he got up, so he cleaned the apartment. He had everything done except for vacuuming the living room carpet.

He liked to do that last so that it would be pristine when he returned from work. He got ready for work and vacuumed the floor, leaving the vacuum next to the door when he left. When he returned that evening he could see that someone had walked across the room.

He looked all over the apartment and found nothing missing. The only thing out of place at all was the carpet. On closer inspection it even looked like someone had moved his roll top desk, but he could fathom no reason why someone would. The only thought that struck him was that Kate might have come home for some reason during the day, but it didn't make sense that the walking seemed to be to his bedroom and the desk.

He'd planned to ask Kate about it but he remembered that she'd gone to Laramie Wyoming for three days. By the time she got back he had forgotten all about the carpet, but he knew that when he got home this evening he'd look the apartment over and talk to Kate if she happened to be up.

He didn't want Jesse to worry so he kept the carpet tracks to himself. "So what is your plan of attack?"

"I'm hoping to talk to Donny. If I explain what we were doing he'll see that we never had sex. He might be mad that I didn't talk about this before, but he'll see I'm not a cheat and we'll work through it in therapy if need be."

"Therapy would be an excellent avenue to get him to understand you. My roomie actually specializes in sexually dysfunctional couples. Maybe she would handle it."

"Where's her practice?"

"She doesn't practice. She builds buildings. She stopped actively seeing clients when a couple of the male clients became infatuated with her and sabotaged their marriages. The wives sued her. She was exonerated in both cases but she got out of the business. She still privately counsels a few of old clients through rough spots, so maybe she'll do me a favor here and help you."

They talked idly until Leslie returned. "I couldn't get your stuff Jess. I started unlocking the door when the dogs started barking. I'm sorry but I didn't want to chance being bitten."

"Donny wasn't there?"

"No. He's probably out with whatever tramp he's leaving you for."

"I doubt he's leaving me for a tramp. After I talk to him I doubt he'll be leaving me at all."

*****

"She what?" Donny screamed into his phone. Most of his work crew tuned their attention elsewhere. They knew what he was going through and gave him space and understanding.

"God damn it Joe, you told me we wouldn't have to do that."

"Fight it damn it. What the fuck am I paying you for?"

"If it needs to be done; fine. Just make sure I don't have to be there."

He hung up the phone and yelled "Shit!" as he sent the phone flying into the side of the Ready Mix truck waiting to deliver its load to the foundation crew that Donny was checking up on.

Rick came over and picked up the pieces of the phone and handed them to Donny.

"Are you sure you don't want to take some time off until this shit is over?" he asked.

"I'm positive. Damn it! It does look like I need to buy another damn phone though. Fucking bitch."

"What's going on now? You offered her everything you thought she'd want. What's the hold up?"

"She keeps changing what she wants. I offered her everything but my share of this business; next the cunt will want the business. Joe says mediation is just about unavoidable now."

"First she wanted counseling."

"Yup. But Joe convinced them I would never get a fair shake with any counselor since they are all in cahoots. Sure he painted me like a paranoid conspiracy theorist, but it worked.'

"Now she keeps upping her demands every time to give her what she wants. I think she just wants to get you face to face. Samantha thinks so too."

"I'm sure that's what she wants. I just can't stand the thought of looking at her; man. I think she's crushed me quite enough and I don't mean to give her opportunity to grind me with her heel. I'm heading over to get a phone. Hopefully I'll be back before lunch."

"Take all the time you need. I've got a handle on it."

Donny got into his truck and headed for the nearest wireless store. Deep inside he knew that he'd have to face Jesse before this divorce was all over. His attorney Joe Lepone had made all of the necessary court appearances so far so that he wouldn't have to see her.

So while Donny was buying a new phone, Joe was in court fending for him. It had taken a week of motions and argument to get the judge to relent on the counseling. Since then though, Jesse's demands kept getting more and more unreasonable.

Donny had offered her three quarters of the bank account and savings, and 60% of the proceeds from the sale of the house. Jesse had then demanded 90% of all accounts and her retention of the house, or going through with the counseling.

When Joe returned to the conference room and told them that Donny had agreed to the 90%. Jesse then demanded 60% of the business as well as $3500 a month in alimony for fifteen years.

Joe didn't say a word and walked out into the hall to call Donny. He was about to dial when Jesse's attorney Anne Isaacs came out of the room and approached him.

"Look Joe. We both know that this isn't going anywhere. I can't talk my client into any reason. All she wants is to talk to your client. If he will meet with her, on his terms, as long as it's a minimum of 30 minutes, my client will drop the ridiculous demands and sign the original offer."

"I can't promise anything, but I will strongly advise him to take that deal."

"OK Joe. I don't want this to go to mediation if we can help it."

Joe smiled to himself as he dialed Donny's number and Anne returned to the room.

Inside the conference room Anne and Jesse patiently waited.

"I hope he takes my offer. Once he talks to me I'm sure the whole thing will be dropped and we can get on with healing our relationship."

"Me too. If we end up in mediation you could end up paying him alimony."

"It's not about alimony, property, or the business. It's about him hearing me out. He thinks I cheated and I didn't. Once I explain it to him he'll have to drop the petition."

Anne looked through her appointment book to see what she had going on later. She didn't think Jesse would get her face to face. She fully expected Joe to come through the door and tell them to get bent and go file for mediation.

She was quite shocked when Joe came in and said, "We have a deal. I am meeting with him later on and will fax you the stipulations as soon as I can. And the deal is she keeps her money, he keeps his and they split the house 50-50, correct?"

"Yes that is correct counselor," replied Anne.

Jesse broke into tears as Joe left the room. Anne patted her back and said, "Ok, you get your half hour. Make the most of it. I'll call you when I have the details."

Three hours later Joe looked at the man sitting across from him as if he'd just said he wanted to ass-fuck the president of Iran.

"Donny, I have to warn you. While you do enjoy attorney client confidentiality, I am obligated to report any fore knowledge of a crime. Now knowing that are you sure this is the way you wish to proceed?"

"Absolutely. And no worries Joe, I am not going to harm a soul. But I am going to enjoy someone's discomfort a hell of a lot."

Joe then had his assistant type Donny's stipulations and fax them to Anne. They now had the time and place. Joe and Donny were keeping the attending therapist's identity secret until the day of the session. They didn't want Jesse to have a chance to pre arrange anything with the doctor.

"And you're sure you aren't going to cause anyone harm, I mean this sounds insane to me."

"Joe, all I want is to be away from that cheating whore permanently. And this is the last thing she'd ever expect me to do."

Ten minutes later across town Anne's assistant Carrie called Jesse to inform her of the date and time of the counseling session. When Jesse asked who the therapist would be, Carrie informed her that she wouldn't find out until the session began.

Jesse hung up and cried tears of joy. She was positive that once Donny heard her side of the story, he'd drop the divorce. She never thought he'd join in rope play with her, but he might allow her to explore that avenue. She went to sleep full of hope for the first time in months.

*****

Jesse sat in the conference room fighting the urge to run to the lavatory to make sure for the hundredth time that her hair and make-up were perfect. Anne patted her shoulder, "Calm down Hun. You're acting like a nervous teen before prom."

"I feel like a nervous teen before prom. Are you sure my hair looks ok?"

"Jesse, you'll have to beat him back with a stick. You look incredible."

Jesse was looking at her watch, as she had done every twenty seconds or so for the previous ten minutes, when the door opened. She was immediately disappointed to see Donny's attorney enter the room without Donny.

"Did he weasel out of this somehow?" she asked with her voice rising in pitch with every word.

"Relax Ms. Hudson, he just ran to the bathroom." Jesse bristled a bit at being called by her professional name by her husband's attorney. It symbolized to her that Mr. Lepone didn't believe that she could save her marriage.

He sat and pulled out a yellow legal pad which he set face down in front of the chair next to him. A few minutes later Donny came into the room. Jesse jumped up and almost ran to him, but Anne grabbed her in the last instant. Jess took her seat again with a reddened face.

She hadn't physically seen him since before being served with the divorce papers. She had since realized that he had been avoiding her in the days leading up to it. She often chastised herself for being so caught up in what she and Brett were doing that she had missed all signals that her husband was less than happy.

Reality had come crashing down on her three days after she'd been served. She heard her phone playing "Unchained Melody." That had been her ring tone for Donny. She wasn't sure what to say, but she answered the phone anyway.

"Hello?"

"Look Jess, I am going to make this short." His voice had the same sound as her depression patients' voices did. Before she could voice her concern he pressed on. "I have moved all of my things out of the house, so you might as well stay there until it is sold. I have the dogs with me so you won't have to deal with them."

"Why are you doing this?" she asked. She was dismayed to hear the tremors in her voice. "Is there someone else?"

"You know there is. But no one for me. I hope you and he are happy together, I'm sorry I wasn't enough for you."

"I don't have anyone else baby."

"Yeah and I don't have pictures of you with some fat fucking dork." He paused as his to collect himself. "Look, stay in the house or don't. I'm not there so you can use it. Good bye Jess, I hope Frodo was worth it."

She opened her mouth to protest but he'd hung up. He knew about her games with Brett. He didn't know though that she had never let Brett have sex with her. All she had to do was explain that to him and she knew he'd forgive and they could move on.

"You are looking well Jess." Donny said as he approached the table. He then offered his hand to Anne. "You must be Ms. Isaacs," he said as she shook the offered hand.

"We seem to all be here except your chosen counselor Mr. Bauer."

"He should be here in five minutes. He was given specific instructions not to show up until he knew we were all here."

"May I inquire as to all of the secrecy surrounding the counselor Mr. Bauer?"

"Isn't it obvious? I didn't want Jess to pre ordain him with her opinions and viewpoints. He'll come in here as unbiased as I can hope to get. Now," he said as he flipped the legal pad over, "Ms. Isaacs and Mr. Lepone. Would you be so kind as to exit the room? I believe you can get the paperwork finalized now that you are assured that I will fulfill my end of the bargain."

"Paperwork?" asked Jesse. "What if we decide to not get divorced?"

"In that event the paperwork won't be turned over to the courts," said Anne, but the look on Donny's face was anything but re-assuring to Jesse.

As soon as the door closed Jesse felt completely alone. She was just about to start talking when the side door opened. If the president had walked through the door she couldn't have been more surprised.

She hadn't talked to Brett in a few days. He had approached Kate about counseling Jesse and Donny, but Kate had turned the idea down. It seemed she was helping one of her co-workers through a rough patch and didn't want this on her plate too.

Brett had told her he'd talk to her when it was done if she needed a friend. And now here was Brett walking through the door. The look of surprise on his face mirrored her own. She then looked at Donny and saw a blank expression.

"Please Dr. Wilson, have a seat," Donny said as an astonished Brett sat at the head of the table. As soon as Brett was seated Donny said, "Dr. Wilson, I'm sure you are highly curious as to why I requested that you be the counselor here today."

"You could say that."

"It's simple. I agreed to an hour. I see no need for the counselor to spend half of that time listening to the "he said, she said" bullshit and having to sort through to find the truth. You already have intimate knowledge of the situation and therefore don't need to be filled in."

"Mr. Hudson, I er..."

"Bauer," said Donny interrupting Brett.

"Pardon?"

"My last name is Bauer, and coincidentally so is Jesse's. For some reason unbeknownst to me has always gone by her maiden name professionally. It is what it is, and my surname is Bauer. So maybe she wasn't all that honest with you either, eh lover boy?"

"Honey, you always knew I.."

"Yes I knew," he said interrupting her. "We're not here to talk about your infatuation with hyphenation. Were here to talk about your infatuation with a fat assed dork."

"Mr. Bauer, insulting me is.."

"Is better than what I should be doing to you. You are simply here to play a role. Role playing ought to be right up both of your alleys."

"Neither Dr. Hudson nor myself need to sit here for this."

"Wrong fat ass! If you walk out of this session I will take this to the St. Anthony's ethics board. And Dr. Hudson needs to be here because it is the only slim thread of hope she has of not being single by nightfall."

"But honey, all I need to do is explain..."

"Explain what? Explain why you felt a need to sneak around behind my back for several months?" Both Brett and Jesse were surprised to find that Donny knew this information. A smile hit Donny's face as he saw their shock. "You didn't think I knew huh? Let's see," he took a moment to flip a page of the legal pad and read the contents. "First meeting was at the China Moon motel on West Colfax," he looked up over the top of the pad, "Really? China Moon? Shit even the hookers and crack heads avoid that shit hole. Next meet was at the No-Tel Motel on East Colfax, cheap fuckin doctors can't pony up for Motel 6?"

Jesse just sat there looking at her hands. To hear her husband spilling out things she thought no one knew made her feel cheap and tawdry. Brett felt indignation that someone could have such information. "How can you know all of this? Privacy laws protect us from this kind of intrusion."

"My PI buddy Herman dug this stuff up, and by the way he got lots of photos and video as well. Don't worry Pork Chop. He won't splash those vids of you fapping all over the net if you don't piss him off. Oh, before you start looking to make problems for any PI named Herman, I have told you this in a court recognized counseling session and therefore it is covered by doctor patient confidentiality laws."

Brett was mad, but he knew he'd been painted into a corner. "OK Mr. Bauer, if you are looking for me to admit that I had sex with your wife, I admit it."

"I wasn't looking for your admi.."

"We did not have sex!" yelled Jesse. "Honey, his penis never penetrated me at all. Yes I was naked in front of him. Yes he tied me up. And yes, he inserted sex toys into me. I can see why you might feel that I betrayed you, but I never did anything to break our vows."

Brett suddenly felt like a kid in the principal's office. "She is telling the truth. I never penetrated her, not that I didn't want to." A look from Jesse froze him in his tracks.

"See honey. I'm sorry I never came to you about this, but I didn't know how you'd respond."

"You wanted to be tied up." Donny stated in a matter of fact manner. Jesse nodded and Donny continued. "You wanted to try a new kind of sex, but never thought to clue your husband in. Instead you go out and hook up with fucking Grimace in sleaze ball motels and lie to me about it."

"But we never had actual sex Donny."

"What fucking color is the sky in your world? God damn it this is reality, not fantasy. I might not be as smart as this fat fuck, but in what way did this ever seem ok to you?"

"I have several clients who allow their wives to play separately from their marriage. The wife gets to do things she likes but the husband doesn't."

"I'd be willing to bet money that they actually talked the shit through before making a dumb assed agreement like that. And just how the fuck do you know I wouldn't tie you up and play these games with you? Did you ever approach me to feel me out on the subject?"

"I remember you getting mad at the husbands on that show about swingers that we watched. You called them fags, and cuckolds, and wimps and said you would never be put through that. I figured that if I ever wanted more than vanilla sex I was screwed. When I figured out that I wanted to be tied up I knew better than asking you about it."

"So because I said I would never participate in swinging or wife swapping or any of the sick shit those queers do, you thought that I wouldn't try something new with you? I can half way see that point. What I don't see is where you figured I'd be ok with you running around behind my back when that derelict behavior is what I said I wouldn't tolerate in the first place. That would be just like me deciding I wanted to try anal sex, but knowing that you'd say no I go and butt fuck your sister."

Jesse looked up with a fire in her eyes, "That's not even close to the same thing. I never had sex behind your back. I'm sorry as hell that I have hurt you. Ok I should have talked to you first. I didn't. I messed up. But I don't see why we can't work this out and stay happy."




Fit to Be Tied



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Author's note: This is my first submission. I have a good idea where I want this story to go. However since I've not been able to procure an editorial assistance, I thought I'd try out the first chapter to decide if I should even bother. Let me know what you think. 

Xoxo -lizalicious

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I parked a short distance from the club. It wasn't an odd location for a random bar in Portland. Although the street looked like it was just a bunch of houses at night, during the day it was one of the funny little neighborhoods that are scattered between the larger more lively streets. 

My heels clicked softly across the pavement and I mused about the strange path I took to this point in my life. I had moved to Portland following my long-term boyfriend. When that relationship ended dismally, I dated unsuccessfully for a couple years until late one night I wandered across a "strange" website. Really the only way to describe it is Facebook for the sexually deviant... No, enlightened... interesting? 

Well whatever the case was, I spent the next few months late at night trolling the discussion boards and images people posted. Then like someone upstairs was trying to hit me over the head, the "fifty shades" series came out. While I found the series lacking something that I couldn't put my finger on, it had convinced me that I wasn't a total weirdo. I mean hell; board housewives everywhere were buying up the series and even reading them on the damn bus and streetcars. Pst we all know you're reading a kinky book in public!

Anyways, I started secretly attending munches, not actually becoming part of the group at large but sitting on the edge of their group pretending to read and drink a beer while actually listening to their conversations. I just didn't have the nerve to potentially damage my career but I was curious and it's amazing how little people pay attention to a girl with a book. I was struck by how much comradely there was and how much the members of the group tried to protect each other's identities. I remember thinking to my self that it would come in handy if I ever decided to out my self in the kink community. And so now here I was all dressed up and walking into a bdsm club.

Clutching my trench coat a little tighter, I stared across the street at the entrance. It looked so normal, so unassuming, well except for the few more boldly dressed that apparently didn't care who knew they were kinky. God I envy their freedom. 

"Well feet the night's not getting any younger, lets go." I said to my self as I pulled the simple black eye mask out of a pocket and settled it on my face. I quickly crossed the street and stepped inside the club entrance. 

The club entrance was softly lit, the floor was covered with what appeared to be an expensive Persian rug and there were two men in the small atrium. A tall slight built man in leather chaps and vest leered next to the coat check. It was like he was trying to see through my trench coat to what I was hiding underneath, and it unsettled me greatly. But I resisted the urge to pull the coat tighter around myself, I was here I wasn't going to back down now. 

A larger man with mocha skin sat on a stool close to the curtained door. His voice was quiet but the deep tenor seemed to fill the room. "So," he smiled in a knowing way. "You know this isn't a mascaraed party? Well not exactly" he said the second part more to himself than me.

I shot him a conspiratory smile "Oh I know. Why do you think I'm wearing a mask?" 

He chuckled shaking his head slightly. "You're over 21 right?"

"Awe you're sweet; no one's asked for my age in a couple years" my nerves were slowing melting away jesting with this football player of a man and I seemed to be wining him over.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to just show me your id"

"Well that'd defeat the purpose of the mask" I give him a fake pout.

The coat check guy interrupted "You know if you keep treating her like that you're gonna have to pay her instead of the other way around" his voice was high, for a man, and he defiantly had a condescending tone. I decided immediately I didn't like him but he wasn't someone to mess with.

"All right. All right. The name's Frank. If you have questions about how the club works please come ask. But really there are 2 rules. You don't interrupt a 'demonstration' and no more than 3 drinks. Drink tickets are purchasable only on entry; that's how we enforce the latter." His chocolate eyes then slowly ran the length of my body making me stiffen slightly. He smiled then uncrossing his beefy arms motioned to me, "$50 if you keep the coat on and depending on what you're hiding under that it may be less"

Well if I was going to do this I'd better just do it, besides I was already wearing the slutty get up and it'd taken me about a month to sew it. I turned to the coat check guy untying the belt. If the coat guy hadn't whistled as I slid my trench coat down off my shoulders I doubt I would have seen his slack jawed bug eyed expression. Well, that's good... I thought to my self, resisting the urge to pull my jacket back up and run out of the room. I handed the jacket off then turned back to Frank.

Frank rubbed his bald head, shaking it slightly. Frank sighed to him self, "Girl I hop you know what you're doing." Then slightly louder, so the petit girl in a leather booster poked her head in to see what was going on. Frank turned to the girl "No fee for this one, and a two-drink max." Turning back to me he shrugged, "You'll need to keep your wits about you in that outfit." 

"Thanks, I think." I responded as I passed through the curtain and paid for my tickets. I was starting to think of Frank like a big brother as I thought about the last look he gave me. I shook it off as I headed to the bar to collect my first Gin and tonic. 

The club was dimly lit which I suspect was to obscure anything that was going on in one of the booths that lined the perimeter of the room. There were smaller spot lit tabletops closer to a well-lit, slightly raised, stage in the middle of the room. I could almost make out the couples and groups that surrounded the tables near the stage but nothing too distinguishing. I wove through some high top tables near the bar and decided to post up near one of the large pillars. The room was a little cooler then I thought it would be and I was becoming increasing aware of the light breeze the fluttery fabric of my short skirt was creating against my barley concealed ass as I crossed the room. 

I leaned up against one of the large fillers. Although they didn't appear to support anything I decided they were sturdy enough judging by a couple I saw on the other side of the bar... The girl was pushed up against the pillar and the man was holding both her hands above her head with one of his own. His face was nestled in her hair and she was breathing heavily. I guessed that they were making out, but then again I couldn't see where his other hand was. With the realization, I could feel the muscles low in my stomach clench.

****

I was sitting in the shadows of my normal booth when I spotted her. She was new and walked with a subtle grace easily avoiding disturbing the couples at the high top tables. 

She was lightly leaning against one of the pillars, which I doubt she actually knew what they were used for, or she wouldn't be standing there so casually. I let my eyes trail up her figure. God the girl had legs for days. Legs that were exaggerated by the black 4" heels that had an interesting ankle strap. 

"Subtle" I chuckled to myself noticing the buckle that amusingly gave a slight nod to a pad lock form. She had long muscular legs the kind you only get from having played some kind of intense sport in your younger years. My guess would be either basketball or volleyball; I'd have to remember to ask her about it later. Her legs ended at a skirt made of pieces of dark fabric that fluttered and swayed when she had walked and disappeared into the bottom of a corset that sit low on her hips. All and all I would have guessed the fabric swatches that made her skirt were only about 5 or 6 inches long and gave a wonderful view of her cheeks peaking out from the back. 

She had a tinny waist that I assume was enhanced by the snug fit of corset. Her shoulders were bear and ample breasts were pushed up by her corset; which her nipples threaten to peak out of. Her skin appeared slightly sun kissed but gave the impression that she didn't tan easily. She had dirty blond hair that hung in loose curls to the middle of her back. I found myself drawn to the beautiful creature.

She appeared to be hear alone and just observing the couples and atmosphere of the club. I got up and started towards her noticing she appeared a little lost with her wide-eyed stair. I was only about 2 tables away when Damien showed up.

"Damn" I cursed to my self. Is she really here with him? I almost turned to stalk back to my booth but instead decided to sit at one of the high tops and eves drop on their conversation. If she was here with him I needed to know why.

***

I had been watching the exchange between the couple against the other pillar get hotter when a voice that slithered down my spine in a way that made me want to take a shower startled me. 

"What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this all alone?" I started to turn around to face the voice but was stopped by hands on my hips "I didn't tell you to turn around" he crooned in my ear. 

Irritation made me bold snapping back "I also don't remember telling you that you could touch me." With that the man moved around to my peripheral hand still trailing around my waist. What had I been thinking wearing a get up like this? I wanted to smack the guy but something in me screamed that I shouldn't, that I shouldn't even give this guy the time of day. I kept my eyes on the couple across the room.

I could hear the smile that crept across his mouth "A fiery one, hu? That just means it will be so much sweeter when you break under my whip." I'm sure he meant it as a come on, but it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, not in a good way. 

I looked directly into his pale eyes, "Kindly remove your hand or I'll remove it for you" 

Having fully gotten my attention he leered "Now I don't think you really mean that or want me to remove my hand princess. In fact I think you want quite the opposite." He started to reach for my hip with his other hand and that was it. I snapped. 

***

I hated watching Damien pray on women. He was everything that gave doms a bad name. He just acted like he owned everything. Although I was quite enjoying the spiky responses the blond was giving him. Suddenly, there was a blur of motion and a yelp. I was on my feet before I registered what had happed. 

In one swift motion she had grabbed his wrist, wrenched it off her hip hand behind his back. I could tell she was straining to push all of her weight into his back as she had him struggling face down on one of the high tops. Her skirt hitched up a little as she bent over him exposing more of that perfect pouty ass. 

"Bitch!" he ground out, loud enough to gain the attention of the few couples sitting near them.

She leaned into him, head close to his ear, voice dripping with venom, "I told you to remove your hand. Maybe next time you'll think before you behave like a spoiled prince." And released him stepping back as Frank came rushing in from the entry. Taking in the scene he arched a brow at me and I shook my head smiling. 

Frank burst out in laughter "I'd bet you deserved that Damien, besides you know better than to accost the newbies." At Frank's acknowledgement of her new comber status she blushed a beautiful shade all the way down to those delicious breasts, which were now heaving slightly with her accelerated breathing. "Hey Eric, I think this one deserves a drink on the house." 

***

I gave a thankful all be it an embarrassed look at Frank. Then looked around to see whom Frank had been talking to as he shooed Damien away. I struggled to keep my jaw from hitting the floor as the devilishly handsome man strode towards me. His smile widened as he took my hand gently brushing his lips across my knuckles in a days gone by sort of way. 

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you." His voice was dark and reverberated straight to my core.

Get it together Elizabeth I chided my self before I finally gathered my wits that appear to have decided to scatter like fish in a school every time someone talked to me. "Errm hi. Uh... I'm Elizabeth. It's nice to meet you... ummm... Erik?" 

His smile now looked entirely predatorily revealing prefect, straight white teeth as he purred "What happened to the confident vixen that just put Damien in his place?" 

I mentally slapped my self then gave Erik a halfhearted glare. "I'm a little shaken, that's all. I've never had to actually do that to someone."

An eyebrow darted up towards his tousled golden hair. "Really? Interesting." The second I felt he more said to him self. "Well, should we get you that second drink? It's on the house."

"Yes thank you. But first I think I'd like to go to the lady's room."

As I headed to the bathroom I heard him purr "Hurry right back princess." And for some inane reason I thought I felt my muscles clench again as his voice brushed over me.

Once in the bathroom I washed my hands and patted the cool water on my cheeks. Double checking my mask was still in place. I startled slightly as a tinny woman with light brown hair came out of one of the stalls. God I was on edge. 

She was about 5'6", with slight but sinuous curves and maybe weighed 100 pounds. Her hair was up in a messy braid down her back. And I was shocked, although I'm not sure why, that she was only wearing what appeared to be a silk bikini. 

"Oh hi!" she said cheerily. "What you did out there was amazing if extremely unexpected. Damien has had that coming for so long" 

I blinked down at the fairy like woman dumb founded. Then remembered to close my now gaping mouth. 

"I'm Roz. You're really new to all this aren't you"

I smiled shyly "Yah, That obvious?"

"Not at first glance you've achieved a very direct statement with your outfit that most newbies don't, the ribbon was a nice touch" 

"Oh." I said dumbly touching the ribbon adjusting it back to is off center position

"Yah, sends a pretty clear message that you identify as submissive but that you don't belong to anyone. I like it. What's your name?"

" Sorry, I'm Liz. I take it that guy is a bit of a jerk?"

"Mmm It's not my place to say such things about the doms but my master Jon doesn't care much for him." She glanced at the clock. "Shoot gotta run but here's my number I'd love to get to know you better" and she handed me a small business card and dashed out of the room 

I left the bathroom and headed back to where Erik was waiting and allowed my self to really look at him for the first time. He was tall, much taller then the guys I'd dated in the past, he had to be at least 6'4" with broad shoulders, and a lithe muscular build. He wore a simple black shirt and denim jeans that hung off his hips and cupped his ass in just the right way. 

He dismissed the couple he was talking with when he saw me approaching "Ah princess you're back." I glared at the endearment. To which he chuckled, "you'll want to keep that glare in check pet. I'll let it slide for now cause you just gave me the best birthday present I could have asked for, but others won't be as lenient" he gently placed his hand on the small of my back propelling us toward the bar.

"Birthday present?"

"Well I suppose you've given me two." I arched a brow at him waiting for him to explain what the gifts were. He retrieved a gin and tonic and a whisky from the bar and ignored the implied question. Apparently, he was going to make me ask literally.

"What two presents have I given you tonight?" I asked as sweetly as my raising temper would allow.

After handing me the G&T he returned his hand to the small of my back and propelled us to a booth. I slid in to the booth first. "Well the first was walking into my club dressed like a gift waiting to be unwrapped; complete with bow." His long fingers reached over brushing the tails of the bow. My breathing hitched slightly at the feathery touch of his fingers just millimeters away from my nipple. It was then that I latently noticed that scooting in first left me without a path of escape. My breathing quickened further as he scooted in beside me.

"The second," he purred voice as deep as the ocean, "was watching you bend Damien over." His hard blue eyes penetrated into my gray ones. 

I could feel my face warming with blush and decided to change the topic. "So you own this club?" my voice came out as more of a squeak. What the heck was wrong with me I mused for the millionth time. He didn't answer but the lights appeared to dim slightly everywhere in the club except on the stage where it appeared to be getting brighter. 

Distracted from my question I watched the stage transfixed as Roz, the fairy like woman from the bathroom, demurely followed a man on to the stage. I gapped as I noticed she was no longer wearing, well anything.

His voice was deeper than I expected as he growled at Roz "Well?"

Roz turned away from the room, set her feet shoulder width apart, and clasped her elbows behind her back. I quickly looked between Erik and the stage, Erik was still watching me and now had a crooked smile creeping across his face. I squirmed a little under his gaze then determinedly looked back at the stage. Let the guy stare, I came to see and be seen. I forced my self to sit still, taking a long sip from the tinny straws in my drink. 

Roz's head was down cast allowing the Carmel tendrils of her hair cascaded over her eyes. And the man's black shirt stretched across his shoulders as he started wrapping a black bandage like material around her forearms. After several passes he roughly grabbed her long braid, wrenching her head back and securing the braid under several more passes of the black bandage. He then pushed her over into a bent position.

He stepped away to a small bag on the stage I hadn't noticed before and she stood there, quietly, her back arched painfully accentuating the voluptuous curves of her ass and the slimness of her waist. Walking back towards her bound form he held two cat of nine tails in his left hand. He gently caressed her ass whispering something in her ear then

SMACK

He landed a meaty hand firmly on her ass that was met with a short cry of pain from her. When he stepped away I could see a pink hand print rising against the porcelain skin of her right mound. 

My eyes bugged slightly as I moved to get up but Erik barked, "Sit!" my head whipped to look at him. He had a knowing gleam to his azure eyes. Then taking my chin in his long fingers he slowly turned my head back to the stage, "Watch." The second command was less harsh but had the same menace that dared me to defy him. I scowled slightly but did as I was told. 

The black haired man on the stage was now swinging the two whips in alternating circles, the gentle *wish wish* belying the strength that they swung with. Slowly he started whipping Roz with the tail, right left right left. Soft moans and grunts carried up to where we were sitting. The whish snap of the whips and Roz's soft mewling noises dominated the otherwise stillroom.

I could feel the slight moisture start to gather between my legs and I stole a sidelong glance at the well-dressed man next to me. One of his muscular arms was draped across the back of the booth and he cocked an eyebrow at me. He was staring at me with an intensity... no a hunger that made my mouth dry. 

"Defiance so quickly princess?" he cooed. His lips curled into a crooked smile. I snapped my eyes back to the stage and I swear I could hear a soft chuckle.