0 comments/ 23397 views/ 0 favorites Ties By: Lilee Desmona sat in the plush chair sipping a glass of wine. She appreciated the soft silk upholstery of the chair and the smooth sweet taste of the wine, but she appreciated more the view before her. Earlier she had taken a stroll through the cellar stock and found a male she thought intriguing. He wasn't someone she normally would have picked; he wasn't quite as broad in the shoulders or as heavily muscled as she liked. His build was more sinewy than bulky with lean hips and only slightly defined musculature, but his buttery soft skin and soulful dark brown eyes had drawn her and she'd had him sent to her room. She had been told his name was Gavin. On a whim she'd also sent for Cole. They both stood on display for her now, unclothed in a proper stance with their feet a bit more then shoulder width apart, and their hands clasped lightly behind their backs with their eyes down. She took her time visually exploring their differences, as well as their similarities. Gavin was obviously the more comfortable of the two; this was all within the realm of his training. Cole, on the other hand, was visibly more anxious with a sweet mix of anticipation and uncertainty clear on his face; she loved that look. This was outside his usual duties, and Desmona knew instinctively that at least part of Cole's discomfort stemmed from the proximity of the other male. A slow smile curved her full lips; this was going to be fun. She uncrossed her long legs and slowly stood. She crossed the few paces to them and came to a stop before Gavin. She touched the cool wine glass to his chest, rolling it across one nipple. His reaction was slight, barely perceptible, an involuntary stiffening of the nipple, a slightly deeper in-drawn breath then the last. She twirled the stem between her fingers, rolling the glass across his chest to the other nipple. She lifted the glass higher, then tipped it, letting a bit of wine spill into the small hollow his collarbone created just before his neck. She caught the drops of wine with her lips as it trickled from the hollow down his chest. Gavin's breath deepened more as he enjoyed the sensual feel of the cool wine and her warm lips. Her fingers trailed leisurely down the smooth expanse of his chest and stomach, brushing lightly against his already stiffing manhood. She smiled at his response to her light touch; yes, this was going to be an entertaining evening. She stepped away from him and turned her attention to Cole. With some amusement she noticed that Cole had also reacted to her interest in Gavin. She set her wine glass down and moved behind him. She waited a few moments, standing directly behind him, and watched his tension inch upwards. With both hands she pulled her fingers though his thick hair, pulling his head back until he was arched enough so she could brush her lips across his exposed neck without raising on tip toe. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed when he felt her teeth graze his sensitive neck. With a small chuckle, she let him go. Desmona placed a light hand on each of their shoulders and both men lowered to their knees at the slight pressure. Leaving them there for a moment she crossed to a small table where she had left a few things she wanted for tonight. She picked up two long silk scarves, each with a slipknot tied at the end. Taking one in her hand and draping the other around her neck she went to Gavin. She drew the scarf across his neck, gliding the silk across his chest, her fingers circled his stiff manhood while her lips made a small trail of kisses along his neck, then nibbled on his earlobe. Her talented fingers cupped his balls, while she stroked his member to a full throbbing erection. Her lips made their way down the line of his jaw and kissed his mouth passionately. When his breath became ragged and a deep moan reverberated in his chest she slipped the end of the slipknot around his member and behind his balls pulling it gently but firmly tight. She broke the kiss and told him to open his mouth. She placed the other end of the scarf in his mouth, told him to hold it with his teeth and warned him not to let go. She gave the same attention to Cole and Gavin took the opportunity to cool down, though it wasn't easy with the stimulation from the scarf. With both of her boy's organs now trussed and held by their own teeth she took a step back to admire her handy work; now for some more fun. Still on their knees, she ordered them to turn toward each other, slightly on a diagonal, and then directed them to move closer, until each had their right thigh just between the other's legs without actually touching the other yet. She delighted in watching their reactions. Gavin was nonplused, but Cole was having difficulty with her instructions. His face showed a rapid succession of emotions, reluctance, fear, embarrassment, anxiety, but over riding all of those emotions was a rampant lust that he couldn't hide either in his face or his body. Desmona picked up another item from the table, a pair of nipple clamps with a light silver chain running between them. She pinched up Gavin's right nipple and attached the clamp. She smiled at the twitch his muscles gave, and then she attached the other clamp to Cole's right nipple and her smile broadened as he moaned through the silk in his mouth. It gave her another idea. She took the ends of the scarves out of their mouths and exchanged them. "Lean back and grab your ankles." She purred to them both. Tentatively they began to lean back, the short chain between their nipple clamps and the silk scarf in their mouths making them both go slowly and carefully. One corner of Desmona's mouth curled in a half grin at the moment they both realized they were going to have to move even closer if they were going to manage it. Cole looked up at her for a moment. Their eyes meet, and the depth of the emotions in his eyes was enough to almost make her knees weak. She met his gaze unwaveringly, one sable brow arched. When his eyes slowly lowered in compliance, she felt a rush of warm desire. The two men inched closer, their balls resting against the others thigh, and this allowed them to comply with her wishes. The nipple chain was pulled taunt, pulling the skin slightly, and the scarves they each had in their mouths brought the others erect member forward away from their bodies. Desmona was delighted with the way the whole expanse of their torso was now presented, just crying out for touching. She brought a pot of warmed oil over and poured some from the pot onto Gavin. She watched the way it ran over his pecs and rippling abs, and then slowly began to rub the oil in. She did the same to Cole, one hand on each of their chests as she explored every curve and muscle, her fingers lazily caressing downward until she clasped both hard shafts and began to stroke firmly. When she had them both panting through the silk in their mouths and arching to her touch she stopped to let them cool back down for a moment, then began again. For the better part of an hour she kept bringing them to the brink, then easing them down. She noticed that even if she stroked on one harder or faster than the other they would both become equally excited at about the same time and she had fun with pushing one then the other then both to their limits. When she tired of this, she changed the game. She removed the nipple clamps first, inched them even closer together, removed the scarves, and instructed them to use the others thigh for their pleasure. The oil she had applied and their own lubrication had them soon sliding together in a delicious rhythm punctuated by their moans of pleasure. Desmona slid her hand over their chests and rubbed the circulation back into their sore nipples and their moans increased along with deep roans and whimpers until a symphony of sound between pain and pleasure filled the room. The symphony ended in a crescendo of cries and little whimpers of restraint when she once again stopped them. Now for the icing... She told them to lean upright again, and taking their hands she guided them to each others dripping organs. Cole stopped short of touching Gavin and again gave her that half pleading look, but what he was pleading for he wasn't even sure of anymore. She simply waited, watching him struggle with himself, felt a delicious wave of pleasure wash over her when he overcame what ever was inhibiting him and let his fingers curl around Gavin. Her moan of pleasure encouraged them and they began to pleasure each other with long sure strokes. They almost missed her whisper, but not quite. "First one to make the other cum gets a treat," she teased. The mood shifted ever so slightly, the tension increasing. Desmona watched casually, slowly disrobing, letting her clothes fall and reveal the rounded curves of her breasts, hips, buttocks, and thighs. Her luscious curves and creamy skin were their undoing and at almost the precise same moment, her boys began to erupt in spasms of sweet release, so close that she couldn't really tell who was first. "Hmmm… well I guess you both win," she said, walking to the bed and motioning them to follow. She simply lay back, luxuriating in the feel of the soft down comforter on her naked skin, and told them to use their imaginations. She didn't want to do anything; she was done directing for the day. She lay back across the bed with her arms above her head, closed her eyes and relaxed. She was already aroused from their excellent performance and the sometimes soft, sometimes firm caresses of four hands and two mouths on her body were pure sensual delight. Her back arched, her breathing deepened, and she soon felt the waves of sweet bliss washing over her while buoyed and held by her two lovers. Sated and comfortable, she let them stay with her, one was thoughtful enough to pull the covers up, and they all soon fell into an exhausted sleep. Ties I open the door and she's standing there with a red rose and a bottle of something expensive. "Hey." she says calmly. "How about it?" "Good morning," I say. What else can I say? It's 9am. It's Sunday. It's six months and nine days since the last time she said that. How has she got here? I suppose it doesn't matter now. We stand looking at each other and I don't know what to do, really I don't. She hands me the rose. "Come in?" It's more of a suggestion than anything. I step aside and she enters. Am I still asleep? And anyway, how about what? How did she find me? I have dreamed about this so many times, this situation, and now she's really here, standing in my kitchen with a big smile on her face. Can't fault her timing though. I offer tea, it seems like a normal thing to do. Did she really say what I think she said a two minutes and thirty seconds ago? Maybe I was still asleep. My kitchen has never experienced tension like this. I feel rather vulnerable in my PJs. I look a mess, I know it - just out of bed and my hair's all over the place, sexy slippers and everything. Maybe she said what she said before she actually saw the state of me. I'm usually so well prepared. I catch myself hoping she's not disappointed. Not put off. My confused brain decides we must make small talk as the kettle is boiling. "So..." I feel like I start every sentence I ever say to her with that. But who am I kidding, it's fantastic to see her. My whole body says so. I never thought she'd come. Never thought she'd go this far. "How have you been?" God that's so lame. We used to be so much more than this. I am momentarily ashamed of myself. Why do I always become an awkward teenager around her? Perhaps some jaffa cakes would help... And so after she's helped me dress the scald across my hand from where I emptied the kettle over it, and we've cleared up the pieces of broken china and mopped up the tea, we're curled up on the sofa. One at each end. She's just close enough for comfort and I can't take my eyes off her. Never have been able to really, just one of those things. I need to study her, to take in her image, because whenever I see her I never know if I'm going to see her again. It's always been like this but I always forget how hard it is, how much joy and pain she carries in her pockets just for me. Don't imagine that we're sitting in silence though; we aren't. She's talking and I'm hanging on every word. This is what we do. Yes, I'm hanging. That's exactly how it feels, there's me with a rope around my neck and she's pushing me gently back and forth; I am swinging in the breeze of her voice. Sometimes I talk too of course, out loud, spontaneously, about something or other. Usually whenever there's a gap. I wonder whether there is any way to shut her up which doesn't involve gaffer tape or a blow on the head. Perhaps she's as nervous as I am. My hand is smarting under the gauze that she applied, lovingly, as if I were a sparrow with a broken wing that had just rebounded off the windscreen of her car. Why the fuck is she here? My heart is still bearing the scar from where she split it that time. That last time in the city when I was with her, in the snow. When the trees were bending under their cold burden and I was breaking under mine. I don't think she even noticed. She stretches hugely and puts her feet on my leg and I'm suddenly flooded with warm fuzzy feelings. Those god-awful cloying feelings that well up and undermine my foundations, wash away my pride, erode my careful indifference. My castle is built of sand, I know it is, and this woman is the tide. I hear a sigh come out of me at the simple pleasure of her touch. It's been less than an hour and already I'm sliding blissfully down that familiar slope, my behind dragging through the dirt, grazing my palms on the sharp stones to reach her arms. Ah, the fool and her underwear are soon parted. She asks why I'm laughing. There's one jaffa cake left on the plate on the coffee table and she leans forward and takes it. "You want it?" she says, offering it to me. I decline gracefully, wave her hand away. "You have it," I tell her. "We'll share it," she says. She takes a big bite and I watch as a flake of dark chocolate balances briefly on her lower lip. She delicately rescues it with a fingertip, sliding it onto her tongue. It's the sexiest thing I think I've ever seen. And then she levers herself out of her corner of the couch and she's kneeling next to me. The half-eaten biscuit hovers between us like a new moon rising. I protest. I don't want the fucking jaffa cake, what I actually want is for her to get back in her corner where it's safe and I can see her. Safe for me, that is. But I can feel her power surrounding me, just as I can feel her easing her chisel into the crack in my heart and pushing, pushing, pushing. I hate my own weakness. I close my eyes and open my mouth to accept her sweet offering. I take the devil's communion. The little white angel on my right shoulder throws down her harp in disgust and vanishes in a puff of anguish. The demon on my left shoulder rubs its hands together and pulls up a comfy chair. She settles back into her end of the sofa and watches me chew. We're looking at each other – we always look at each other. It's like a game, like playing head-to-head chicken on the dodgems at the funfair, seeing who will swerve first. I swallow. Hard. She looks away. Yesss! One to me. I decide to quit while I'm ahead. "I'm going to take a quick shower," I say with an attempt at authority, struggling up from the quicksand of floral cushions. "OK, but you smell pretty good to me," is her easy reply, followed by: "Gimme a shout if you need a hand scrubbing your back..." tossed casually over her shoulder as I leave the room. I pray she didn't see me bounce off the doorframe in surprise. Is she for real or is she being tongue-in-cheek? That is a question that has always plagued me. I never could figure her out that way and it's infuriated me many times before now. Now, I honestly can't say which I would prefer. But then again, my little angel isn't there to help me lock the bathroom door, is she? I strip off my pyjamas and enter the game. I'm just rinsing my hair when she comes in – I hear the door open softly over the rush of the water. Shampoo suds are coursing down the front of my body like a river of milk. "Very nice," says her voice from the other side of the transparent curtain, and I assume she isn't talking about the mosaic mirror I made out of beer bottle tops. I feel like I'm being circled by Jaws, and the music looms large in my head. "Have you been working out?" she asks lightly. I grin. Now who's being lame? She is shameless, standing there gazing at me as I wash myself, looking me over, caressing my naked body with her eyes. She's seen it before of course, more than a few times, but I've made some improvements since she last showed an interest. I turn my back on her, flex a few muscles as I'm soaping my arms, make sure she gets the full picture. Shyness has never been one of my failings. And it's nice to be admired by her: it gives me a little power to wield. I turn off the water and draw the curtain aside. She holds the towel up as I step out, wrapping me in it like a kid. "I like you blonde," she murmurs approvingly. She dries and redresses my wound. The chisel inches a little further into my heart. When I'm dressed we go down to her car, a blue Audi TT, very flash. Inside smells of new leather and spliffs. She tells me she changed jobs to get it and I believe her. It suits her, fast and alluring and too good to be true. I don't think she's ever been true to anyone in her life. I've offered to show her around the area where I live so we're going for a spin. It's pissing down but that doesn't really matter, in fact it feels kind of cosy being warm and dry and enclosed from the world outside, just her and me, the houses and shops passing in a blur. After a while I direct her to the open roads of the surrounding countryside because it's easier. She puts her foot down and the car surges forward on the wet tarmac. I shut my eyes and sink deeper and deeper into the soft black leather and the pure joy she's giving me. I feel her hand on my right leg. I look over at her face and she's smiling, focused on the road ahead, perfectly content. And I am part of that place she's in, we are connected again, for better or worse. I understand why she's here – she's come back for me. Her hand moves up my thigh and I am instantly wet. I remember what she used to call me. I remember what she used to do to me. I remember how it felt when she loved me. And then I remember how I felt when she stopped. There's a farm track off the road and she takes it without warning, swinging the car around the potholes, changing down to second to get more traction on the slippery surface. I know what's coming next as she stops in a gateway by a small wood. I know what she's expecting. But maybe I still have some pride. Some self-respect. She turns to me and her eyes...oh god, those eyes, with their reverse-medusa effect of turning women to jelly...Her piercing eyes bore right through to my soul. There are questions in them, and answers too if I care to ask. I unclip my seatbelt slowly, my stomach in a bitter knot. My mind is a mess. What is the right thing to do? My heart is splitting open again before her and the pain is real. I have to try to save it – save myself. I can't go through this again, it's not fair! I grab the handle and throw the door open and I'm out and walking away. And then I'm running, through the rain and the mud and the trees, until my lungs burn and the tears spill over and I'm blind and breathless and lost. And I know I've lost. I sink to my knees in the middle of the leaf-strewn path because my legs won't support me any longer and I can't go on. There's nowhere to go. I am fighting against an advancing army of possibilities. I turn my face to the sky and let the rain hit me full on, my eyes shut tight, trying to breathe. Her hands steady my shaking shoulders. She stays silent and motionless behind me, holding onto me. After a time I stand unsteadily and turn to her. We are both soaked to the skin. I can't look at her, or rather I won't. She puts a hand to my face and makes me. The rainwater is flowing down her nose and cheeks in little rivulets, her short dark hair plastered to her head. She is so very beautiful – that's part of the problem. Her hazel eyes are full of tears, all her earlier bravado left far behind with the car. This is the real woman, here and now: the lonely lover, the scared little girl. She is giving me her vulnerability to touch. She tells me she still loves me without a word. I put my arms around her neck and kiss her, and her lips are warm to my cold, shivering body. I feel the fire spreading through me. She holds me tight to her, her whole body pressed to mine; gripping the back of my sodden shirt, her face buried in my neck, I can feel her crying quietly in my arms. There's a bang in my chest as the chisel goes right through but I don't care any more. All I care about is her. She's all I've ever cared about. The last six months without her gradually fade away and it's as if nothing's changed between us. I rest my face against her wet hair, kissing her head, and we stand like that, in the downpour, for long minutes on end, just feeling each other. Filling each other. Being one again. "I love you", I say at last; because it's my truth. We drive back to the flat in silence but there's no tension. It feels perfectly natural. We are going to have sex and be together, and nothing needs to be said. Her nipples are hard beneath her soaked shirt, whether from the chill or the anticipation I know not. I can't wait to feel her warm, naked body on top of mine, her hand deep inside me. I smile because I know that it's going to be all right...and my little white angel tentatively picks up her harp again. Ties on His Mind He is laying beside her with something naughty on his mind. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (10.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Ties That Bind At some unseen signal, the lights in the theater dimmed. It was not a magical effect, simply that of well-concealed attendants narrowing the apertures in crystal and brass lanterns, but the diminishing glow and the way soft shadows settled across the audience might as well have been a trick of sorcery, it worked so well. Appreciative and anticipatory murmurs rippled through the room. Faces that had been turned toward one another, sometimes leaning close in whispered conversation, now looked to the stage. There, spilling from above, was a clear column of light the color of moonlight filtered through pale amber. Its backsplash illuminated the texture of the thick velvet draperies. The music began low, drifting as if from a great distance on the vagaries of a mild summer breeze. It curled and coiled like smoke, teasingly, wisps of it swelling louder and then withdrawing. Some few in the audience, mostly those for whom this was their first attendance, looked around for the orchestra and found nothing. Others, those who'd been here before, smiled knowingly. The drapes undulated and parted, and Kyralivanata Ro'Sallin, whose given name meant "gift of the enchantress," stepped into that column of silvery-amber light. She stood, swaying gently in time with the music that seemed to emanate from thin air. Her eyes were closed, her head tipped back. A general sigh arose, a breathy susurration issuing helplessly from every throat. For some, mostly men, it was a sound of yearning. For others, primarily women, it was one of wistful envy. Both were well-deserved. The woman standing in that fall of light, light which did not merely shine upon her but seemed to caress her, to adore her, was tall and graceful, slender yet shapely. A gown as black as if it had been cut whole from the fabric of the night clung snugly to her figure, flowed around her long legs. Above its strapless bodice, her bare neck and shoulders were the color of cream. A strand of round-cut diamonds circled her slim throat, another strand like a pendant hanging in sparkles and glints to a finial stone shaped like a teardrop. This last stone held a hint of color, a blush of green that recalled – even to the minds of those who had only ever imagined such a place – the forests of the Emerin. Gloves of satin climbed her fair and supple arms. Matching slippers were on her feet. Her legs, of which nearly all of one could be seen through the high slit in her gown as she moved, were encased in stockings of silk so sheer it recalled gossamer and spiderwebs. Crowning all of this beauty was a face at once youthful and worldly-wise. Her elven features were fine and flawless, from the rounding of her pert chin to the tips of her elegantly-tapered ears. Many observing her were human, but even the handsomest or most lovely of them despaired and thought themselves plain when they compared themselves to Kyra. Most striking of all, her hair. It fell in waves to the curve of her hips, and its color was like a handful of polished rubies set aflame. Scarlet and red and gold, woven with strands of the metallic hues only seen in the elven people, it was hair that shimmered as if with inner light of its own. The music soared, and at its symphonic height, Kyra Ro'Sallin opened her eyes. Another wave of murmurs swept the room at the sight of those eyes. They were large and heartbreakingly tilted, both winsome and sly beneath brows of fine fire-gold. The irises were vivid wintergreen, their gaze clear and direct. Everyone upon whom that gaze fell experienced a tingling rush of connection, an instant of personal and deeply private bonding with the magnificent woman upon the stage. Those whom her eyes passed over felt bereft, even if they did not consciously notice it. She held them in her spell even before she began to sing. Once that happened, once her voice poured forth pure and deep, a voice like spring water, like a clear autumn night, a motionless enthrallment claimed the room. In the luxurious box reserved for the establishment's owner – who was at the moment down on stage lost in the melodies of an Emerinian ballad – sat a lone man. A glass of blue-violet Morvalan wine was at his elbow, and he sipped at it with mingled pleasure and gratitude at being once more among the trappings of civilization. This might not be Perras Peliani, but it was close … and the odds of getting Morvalan wine were better here anyway. The best of both worlds, as it were. If one could overlook the presence of the humans, as prevalent and irksome but unavoidable as aphids. He was still quite young by the standards of his people, although he'd completed his schooling and had operated, for a time, a quite successful medical practice. His eyes, though, told of age beyond his years. They were steel-blue, the Reyes eyes that came to him from his mother's side of the family, and contrasted nicely with his dark hair and fair skin. Those eyes spoke of things that few living people had seen, wonders and horrors both. Tavelorn Ilhedrion took some measure of pride in knowing that with all he'd seen, and all he'd done, he remained in his right mind. What he'd experienced would have shocked many an Emerinian elf into numbed insanity, and yet he had persevered. Even seasoned soldiers might have been shaken to the bone had they been faced with the trials he'd overcome. He relaxed into the embrace of his chair, relishing the sensations of being clean and comfortable again almost as much as he relished the taste of the wine, or the sweet sounds of Kyra's soaring voice. His dark hair had been neatly trimmed and styled, still in the short military fashion although he had never been a soldier, a style he chose out of reverence to his uncle. His clothing was in darker hues and sterner cuts than the Emerinans favored, but not quite so strictly functional and severe as the Morvalan. A mixture, a blending. Just as he was. Just as he hoped to bring about, by helping to blend the best of their two societies. Below, Kyra finished her song on a flourish. The music, directed by her spell, held that final triumphant note for a long, emotional moment, and then faded away into a whisper. Applause shook the room as the lights came up. People stood, clapping fervently. Tears glistened on many faces, mostly those who were hearing Kyra for the first time. She inclined her head in a gesture as gracious as any he'd ever seen made by his grandmother. As if that were some signal, the doors at the rear of the room swung silently open, and the audience began trickling out to the terrace. Tavelorn waited until the crush had ebbed, not wanting to be pressed in among the humans. True, these were the better ones, not the stinking and dirty peasants of the lower Rings, but the blunt plainness of their features, the ridiculous rounded nubs of their ears, and the broad thickness of their bodies never failed to hamper his appetite. Kyra was at the center of an admiring knot of people, most of them human and pitifully eager for a moment of her time, an instant of notice. Her laughter at the inane witticism by a portly man in a brown brocade doublet was as intoxicating as her singing. Tavelorn came up behind her, and stood there for a moment, watching the play of her hair across her shoulders. "Lo esaya, Vali Ro'Sallin," he murmured. She turned to him. "Why, Tavelorn! What a surprise!" Had he surprised her? He might never know, for she wouldn't let on. Her eyes, pale jade, danced and danced. She touched his elbow lightly with one gloved hand, leaned forward to brush a kiss on his cheek. It was chaste and proper, soft as a butterfly's wing, but as she withdrew, she puffed a teasing breath against his ear and he suppressed a shiver. "I'm on again soon. Why don't you join me after? A late supper in my rooms?" "I'll be there." Kyra kissed him on the cheek again, a more lingering kiss this time. "Have you arranged for a room?" she whispered into his ear. "Yes." "Would it trouble you unduly if I had Joretta send someone to bring your things upstairs?" "Not at all." He slid his hand along the side of her neck, and while it was hidden by the lush fall of her hair, ran his thumb slowly over her earlobe. For an instant, he caught himself imagining how she'd look in diamond earrings to match the necklace she wore, a touch of Morvalan wickedness, and suffered a sudden pang of sharp desire. "I'll see you soon," she promised. The second half of her performance was as enchanting as the first, though livelier. Rather than ballads and long, slow Emerinian songs, she did a variety of Northlands ones, and somehow lent an elven air to those rustic, country-simple tunes. He found it perhaps not quite as pleasant as before, but Kyra could have made orc-music sound good. When the show ended and the doors opened again, people began filing out. Tavelorn waited until most of them had gone, waited a while more to be sure that he would not run into Virine Fistrel, and made his way upstairs. He stopped by his room and found that his personal belongings had already been moved. The topmost floors were accessible only to preferred clients of the Lord's Retreat. The truly wealthy or powerful could retire here, where secluded lounges and card-parlors and libraries awaited their pleasure. Nearly any elf of reasonable means would quickly be welcomed into that elite group. The door to Kyra's sitting room was ajar. Tavelorn let himself in, swallowed up by velvety shadows and flickering candlelight. A supper for two had been set up on the small round table by the bay window. Few places in Thanis could boast such a view. The Rings of the city, outlined in lanterns, descended toward the river. The Tower of the Archmage could not be seen from this side of the building, but its ever-present soft rainbow glow danced at the edges of the windows like the ice-lights of the north. "Would you pour the wine?" called Kyra's voice from her bedroom. "Of course." He did so, noting that it was one of his favorites of the Morvalan vintages. Delicious aromas rose from the covered dishes. He saw his bags piled by the sofa, his cloak and his sword Discordant hanging from the coat-pegs. "Mmm, I'm starved," Kyra said. She came into the room belting a seafoam-green satin wrapper around herself. She hadn't removed her necklace, or her stockings, he saw. He met her midway, taking her in his arms. Beneath cool satin, her flesh was warm, and the shape of her body at once exciting and familiar. Their kiss now was not a polite buss on the cheek but a deep, searching, hungry one. Her fingers combed through short dark hair and stroked, with a feather-light touch, the outer rims of his ears. "I've missed you," he said as they broke apart. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I've missed you, too." He held out her chair and she slid lithely into it, the wrapper falling away to reveal one leg to mid-thigh, to pearly stocking-top. She began lifting covers off the dishes. Pheasant in cream sauce, steamed baby vegetables with a pat of butter melting in golden streams, bite-sized spicy meat pies. He ate with good appetite, but in truth most of his hunger was not for food. The toe of her stockinged foot touching his shin beneath the table. "Are you finished?" she asked, setting aside her fork. "I wouldn't want to overindulge. At the table, anyway." "Excellent decision. It's gotten quite late, and we'll have much to do if we're going to be ready to leave tomorrow. We should adjourn to the other room." He rose and held her chair again. She stepped lightly into his embrace, and when he put his arms around her she reached behind with surprising strength, braceleting his wrists and holding them there. Her quick inhalations pressed her bosom rhythmically against his chest, and her eyes gazing up into his were both starry and mischievous. He'd seen her in many moods, but never quite like this, and wasn't sure what to make of it. "Let's get you out of all these cumbersome clothes," she whispered, bending her head to nip at his collar. Her tongue flicked out, catlike, to the hollow at the base of his throat. As she released his hands, he reached for her again but she twisted smoothly away and waved her finger at him, chidingly. "First things first, Tavelorn." "Aren't we the minx tonight," he said, but obligingly began undoing the buttons of his maroon doublet, with its black and silver trim and its almost-Morvalan angles of cut. "You don't know the half of it," she said. The finger that had been chidingly waving at him now curled into a beckoning come-along. She led him into her bedroom, which was a place of dark soft fabrics and soothing lines and airy, open space. He observed that the coverlet, which was of silkmole fur so cunningly sewn that it might have been made from one huge pelt rather than dozens of tiny ones, was folded neatly to the foot of the bed. An expanse of silk, deep blue in the light but inky black in the shadows, awaited them. Darker striations lay upon the pillows, and even with his keen elvensight he couldn't quite tell what they were. Kyra settled herself into an overstuffed chair, crossing her long legs. Her wrap fell away clear to the hip, showing him stockings and the fine silver clasps of her garters, and the belt of black lace that held them in place. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Take off those clothes and lie down," she said. Some other dark striations lay across the arm of the chair, but these she picked up and he was able to identify them as the gloves she'd worn during her performance. She began drawing them slowly on. Not without a twinge of apprehension – this mood was one he'd neither seen nor imagined – he did as she bade and undressed. It felt strange to do it while she sat there and watched him and said nothing, pulling on those gloves and smoothing them up her slender arms. "There," she said. "In the center of the bed." He sat upon it, the silk of the sheets a cool whisper on his bare skin, and slid to the center. The things draped over the pillows were kidskin straps, each ending in a cuff like a belt. His apprehension became worry, but underlying it was a prickle of excitement. He wondered if she'd been spending too much time in the company of Lady Charlotte Payne while he'd been away, Lady Payne whose brothels were known for catering to all manner of unorthodox tastes. "Lie back," Kyra said, a low whisper but a command nonetheless. It occurred to Tavelorn, for what felt like the first time, to ask himself how much he really trusted this woman. She was beautiful and elegant and wealthy and cultured, but she had her darker side. Her dangerous side. And not in the same way as Kai Tilanne, whose aura of danger was born of her faith and her office. Did he trust her? He looked at her, the brightest image in the dimly-lit room. She let the wrapper fall from her shoulders and stood there in stockings, garter belt, diamond necklace, elbow gloves, and nothing else. His throat went dry with wanting, and suddenly it didn't matter if he trusted her or not. He'd do what she wished. Who could do otherwise? More cool silk enfolded him as he reclined onto the pillows. Kyra came to the side of the bed and grasped his forearm, affixing the cuff to his wrist so that his arm was held out to the side and up above his head. She did not lean over him to do the other but walked leisurely around, giving him ample time to study the sway and form of her body. Once he was secured, she stepped back and watched in amusement as he pulled testingly at the bonds. He was not as muscular as, say, King Wyndrel, but he was no weakling either, and was confident that he could break free with effort. If he had to. Which he didn't think he would. "Someone's been a very naughty boy," Kyra said. She bent over him, hair falling like the red velvet curtains of an opera house to tickle at his chest. "Whatever will you do to me?" he asked in a murmur. With a swiftness he hadn't known she possessed, she bound a satin blindfold over his eyes. In utter darkness, he could only listen through ears that had grown even more preternaturally sensitive. He heard the rustle and whisking of her movements, her stockings brushing together as she walked away from the bed. He heard his own breathing, a bit rapid, and the same could be said for his drumming pulse. He stirred, testing the bonds again, and the rasp of the straps over the silk was very loud. From the other room came the sounds of glass clinking, or liquid pouring. He remembered there had been perhaps half a glass left in the wine bottle. And yes, his other senses were heightened too, making up for the loss of the use of his eyes. He could smell it, the rich violet fragrance of the wine. She was coming back. He heard her light tread, detected the breeze of the air moving in front of her by the way the fine hairs on his skin reacted. Liquid dribbled onto his chest. He gasped, tensing against the straps. Wine. Trickling onto him, from the glass she held tipped some inches above. And then the warm, moist pressure of her tongue as she lapped up each of the droplets. "Kyra …" How strained his voice sounded to his own ears! "Shhh," she said. A fingertip, sheathed in black velvet, touched his lips to silence him. That finger withdrew as he tried to kiss it, tried to draw it into his mouth. It moved to his chin, then traced the line of his jaw up toward his earlobe. He turned his head to the side, giving her freer access. But in the moment before she would have touched that sensitive flesh, she lifted her hand away. Brought it to his lips again. Repeated the process on the other side of his head. Again, stopped a hair's breadth from his ear. She touched his brow, skated three fingers lightly down his face, soft velvet skipping over the blindfold and down his cheeks, to his lips again. His chin. His neck. Collarbones. That first hand was joined by its sister and velvet-covered palms spread like warm flowers on his chest, slid out to his shoulders. "I doubt you had time to visit the spa," she said. "I didn't," he said huskily. Her hands exerted more pressure, massaging, kneading their way over his shoulders and upper arms. Then down, over his chest again. Her hair brushed him in wispy tendrils. He felt one stocking-clad thigh against his. Her fingers, tickling pleasantly down his ribs. To his waist. Lower. Tavelorn was very aware how his body had responded to the erotically charged atmosphere. He strove toward Kyra, wanting to meet her, aching for her. It was too soon, of course, they were elves and did not rush things. But it had been so long since he'd been with her, so long since he'd been with any woman, and if there was one thing about the pace of life outside of the Emerin, it was that some pleasures need not always be delayed. She passed over that most needful part of him and began working her way in languid massage down his legs. Velvet fingers, velvet palms, on his thighs, his knees, all the way to his feet. There, kneeling at the foot of the bed, she began the process in reverse, moving back up but caressing him this time with lips and tongue and gentle little nips of her pearl-white teeth. Her hair trailed after like a banner, and occasionally he felt the cold hard touch of diamonds as her necklace came into contact with him. He heard himself moaning, helpless beneath her careful attentions. Although he could not see her face, he knew by some inner eye that she wore a cat-in-the-cream smile of pride and passion. Her mouth finally reached his and claimed it, insistently parting his lips, their breath mingling as she probed within his mouth. Tongues fenced like dueling blades. Tavelorn strained up from the mattress, his wrists chafing with a peculiarly delightful tension in the cuffs. He would slide his arms around her waist and pull her down atop him … Ties that Bind JoAnne pulled her car into the garage and turned off the engine. Leaning her head against the headrest she exhaled deeply. The end of another long night at work. For a second she savored the peacefulness before gathering her purse and keys and opening the door. The house was dark as she entered, it was 2:30 in the morning, everyone had gone to bed hours before. She slipped her shoes off and closed the door quietly. Before she could flip the light on a hand covered her mouth. "Shhhhh." The instant of panic subsided at the sound of her husbands voice. He let go of her mouth, but just as quickly covered her eyes with a scarf of some sort. "What are you doing?" she demanded in a whisper, raising her hand in an attempt to remove the blindfold. "I didn't say you could speak," came his reply as he batted her hand away. "Stop this," she protested as he slipped her purse strap off her shoulder. His tone was stern as he ordered her again not to speak. "If you can't keep quiet I'll use your panties to gag you," he threatened. "You wouldn't do that, now stop it, this isn't funny," she argued, becoming agitated with his game. He quickly pushed her into the wall, grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her back. "I'm not in the mood, I've had a long night and I'm tired. I just want to shower and go to sleep," she said angrily as he secured her hands with what felt like a necktie. Once her hands were tied he moved his hands to the waistband of her pants, yanking them off along with her panties in one quick motion. She struggled against the restraints until she felt her panties being forced into her mouth. "I warned you," His tone was stern, but beneath it she detected a note of playfulness. Still, she was in no mood for this tonight. She began to think of ways to avenge herself. A gentle nudge on her back propelled her forward and she took a tentative step. She could maneuver through the house with no lights, but wondered what obstacles may have been left in the path by their three children. The tile floor stopped and she felt the familiar carpet of the hallway. She continued her indignant protest as best she could in her state. They reached their bedroom, but passed through it until they reached the door to their private bathroom. The click of the doorknob told her he was opening it, and as the steamy warmth of the room greeted her he nudged her forward again. The scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils, she inhaled deeply it's aroma, both sensual and soothing. Refusing to allow him victory she pulled her body away from him as he closed the door. His half laugh made her realize the futility of her situation. His hand caressed her cheek, then moved to her hair where he removed the tight clasp holding it back. As her unruly auburn hair cascaded down he intertwined his fingers in it and pulled it away from her face roughly. For some reason unknown his roughness awakened a primal instinct in her and she began to feel aroused. His lips moved to her cheek, then her neck, she expected him to move to her lips and hoped he would remove the awful gag, but he did not. Instead his hands moved to her shirt, unbuttoning it first. She laughed inwardly at the first flaw in his plan when her shirt reached her bound wrists. He would have to release them to complete the task, but stopped when she heard the material tearing as he destroyed her top instead. She berated him through the gag, but knew not a word was discernable. He quickly removed her bra with the same technique. Now she was furious. She imagined the sight she must be, red-faced, blindfolded, gagged, bound and now entirely naked. As his arms wrapped around her she launched an all out struggle for her freedom, but she was no match for his strength. Feeling him hardening against her only increased her wrath. She wrestled until her face was streaked with tears and her body weak. When she finally ceased he was still there, holding her just as firmly although the combination of humid air and sweat from fighting against him had made her body slippery. His grip loosened and he began kissing her again, moving his lips to her breasts and lightly suckling each nipple in turn. He led her to the waiting bathtub and helped her step in. She lowered herself into the water with some difficulty, but he assured her it would be ok. As the warm water engulfed her body she found herself torn between continuing to be annoyed or surrendering to him. As his strong hands soothed her tired shoulders her resolve was weakened by both her own exhaustion and a curiosity of what was in store for her. "If you promise to be a very good girl I'll take the gag out of your mouth," His voice was calm and friendly. "Do you want that?" She nodded her head eagerly. "Will you be a very good girl?" Again she vigorously nodded. She felt the panties being removed from her mouth and as soon as they were out she made rapid spitting motions. "Yuck," she pouted, sticking her tongue out and turning her head toward him. He laughed softly, "It was your choice," he reminded her. "Now be good, so I don't have to put them back." " I didn't think you would actually do it," she retorted. "What's with you tonight anyway? Shouldn't you be asleep?" "Tell me about your night, how was work?" He ignored her question and steered the conversation to a new subject. "The usual," she sighed, "Not enough nurses for too many patients." She drew a deep breath as if to continue, but then changed her mind and grew silent again. After a minute he broke the stillness again. "Jo, are you happy?" His question puzzled her. "Happy?" she repeated, "With what? with my job?" "No," he answered "With what then? You mean this? What you're doing now?" She furrowed her brow to show her confusion. "With us? Are you happy with our marriage?" "Oh," Now she was really surprised, and a little afraid. Thoughts raced through her mind. Where was this going? Was he unhappy? Did he want to leave her? Uncertainly filled her instantly. "Well?" he asked. She wanted to launch a barrage of questions, but he was waiting for her answer. "Yes," she replied, almost timidly. "Really?" His tone implied doubt. She nodded, suddenly wishing she could see his face. "Why?" Her whisper belied her bewilderment. "Are you happy?" She turned his question around. Again he ignored her, intent on his own purpose. "Are you really happy?" She groped around her mind, trying to find the words that would answer his question. It wasn't like when they were newlyweds, they certainly had more time to spend together then. That was 12 years ago, now they had kids, and jobs, and a full schedule of social obligations. The typical lifestyle that was expected of couples in their social class. "Things are good between us," she finally said. "Comfortable." "Comfortable," he echoed. "Not far from mundane, or boring." His tone was not condemning her for her choice of words, rather she heard agreement in his voice. "Yeah, I guess so." She conceded, realizing there was a bit of distance growing between them. "Is comfortable what you want?" he asked, brushing his lips across her neck. "I don't know, what choice do we have?" She said, thinking it would be nearly impossible to change their course now, anything they could do would create a domino effect for many people. "I want to take you out of your comfort zone," He offered. "Like tonight?" She asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. Even with the blindfold on she could tell he was smiling. "This is only the beginning, baby." He helped her out of the bath, cut the tie around her wrists and wrapped her in a soft dry towel. She moved into his arms meekly, and after he slipped the blindfold off her eyes she laid her head on his chest, knowing things would never be the same. Ties That Bind Ties That Bind "Hell we aren't allowed to touch her anywhere important so don't worry about it." "Yeah that and we can't take anything off." "Well I have a thought or two about that one so stay alert." "You'd let me see her undressed?" "She'd kill me if I went that far but...well we'll see." "Hell her halter top already gives me a stiff one." Ken laughed and said, "Hell that doesn't matter now because she's had a good look at it already." "She sure as hell has. I hope Cheri doesn't get pissed." "You going to tell her?" "Hell yeah because she'll find out about it anyway and if I try to hide it I'll get creamed or worse." They talked about the few things they could think of that didn't exceed their limits and they finally found a way to do the ropes. Ken was sporting an impressive erection that came and went but he didn't care. In fact he hoped it would come back and stay so Amanda could see what it was doing to him. Dale's erection seemed to come and stay for the most part. Amanda was as ready as she would ever be so she pulled the pitcher of drinks from the fridge and went out the backdoor. "Am I too early guys?" Ken turned to her and said, "Just about perfect timing." She topped off their glasses and took one more taste of hers before saying, "Okay so what do I do?" "Honey just stand over here and we'll do the rest." She saw the ropes dangling from the tree limbs and two coming out from stakes in the ground and her heart jumped. What was she getting herself into? She had to wonder if she was making a very big mistake but she wasn't going to back out now. Ken tied one to her wrist while Dale did the other side. Then Dale paused as Ken, starting not far below her shorts, slowly slid his hands down her leg and then moved her foot out and tied her ankle. A fairly innocent move and Amanda was smiling. Dale looked at Amanda and then put his hand on her upper thigh. That alone was more than he had ever even conceived of having the chance to do and it made him hard instantly. Amanda held her breath for an instant as his hands paused and then eased down her leg and then tied her to the other rope. Her arms were out and slightly up and her feet were spread about three feet apart and for some reason her simple shorts suddenly felt shorter to her. She looked down at her breasts and they were safely settled in her halter. But without benefit of a bra she felt more exposed as she realized that if the guys wanted to they could look and almost see all of her medium sized breasts without even touching her. Ken looked at her and asked, "Reasonably comfortable honey? Ropes not too tight?" "No they're okay. I wouldn't want to spend the evening this way but I'm okay." The first picture was taken. As she watched them she could tell they had planned their moves so it seemed a little scripted or choreographed as they began. The first thing to happen was Ken put one finger under her arm and drew it down tickling her. She squealed and tried to pull her arm down in defense but she was truly helpless to stop him. Before she could do anything Dale did the same thing on her other side and once again she squealed only louder and again tried to pull her arm down. "Wait no tickling." "No editing the restrictions now love. We are in control remember?" She was going to argue with them but that just might encourage them to do that again. She couldn't stop smiling as her boys hesitated but then they tickled her again and again she told them to stop in a loud voice as she tried to keep from giggling. Then to her surprise Dale moved in front of her and put his lips to her belly just below her halter and kissed her gently. She held her breath and he trailed kisses down her belly to the top of her shorts before stepping away as Ken took over and did the same thing. A simple gesture to have Ken do it but to watch Dale do that to her really got her attention and of course during that time more pictures were taken. They stopped and just left her hanging there as they tasted their drinks and whispered back and forth for a second. Ken could tell that having Dale do things to her was going to have more of an impact than him doing anything to her and he planned to use that fact to their advantage. She was confident that they would adhere to the rules and that fact helped her to relax at least to some degree, but what they did next made her wonder how well she was going to handle her crazy idea. Dale went first and got onto his knees in front of her putting his hands on the calf of her leg. Her head was tipped down as she watched him kiss her leg just above her knee. She had a good idea where this was going so she was starting to hold her breath even before he moved. As his hands slowly slipped upward he led the way with a trail of kisses and when he reached mid thigh she felt his tongue touch her skin. He took his time and worked his way up until his lips touched the leg of her shorts and then looking up at her his hands continued until his right hand found the start of her ass under her shorts. There had been no talk of that part of her anatomy so his hand continued upward until he was cupping her ass cheek and his left hand had moved up her inner leg until his fingers were no more than a couple of inches from her sex as Ken took still more photos. He stopped the progression but their eyes locked onto each other as his hands moved and teased her. Amanda wasn't smiling anymore. With Dale's hands staying where they were Ken started his upward progression until his hand was on her ass and his other hand found the edge of her outer pussy lip on his side. He had broken the rules but he was her husband so she said nothing. She wasn't even sure she could speak if she wanted to at that point. In no more than a minute or two she had gone from giggling to intently watching to holding her breath and wondering how far they would go. What the guys didn't know was if they kept doing things like that she would rapidly reach the point where she wouldn't say anything if they broke all of the rules. Both guys stopped and sipped their drinks leaving her there to wonder what would happen next. They didn't even talk. They sipped and looked at her and sweat was forming beads on her forehead and she felt a fine trickle slip down her back and between her butt cheeks. They just didn't have a lot left to do to her and they wanted to make it last as best they could. Ken moved behind her and was touching her back and toying with her halter top. Then his hands moved to her ass and he touched her through her shorts. But as that was going on Dale put a finger on each shoulder and using his fingernails slowly drew a line down and across just above her breasts and then joined them in the valley of her breasts where her halter top tied in a knot. The halter that was the only thing that stood between her breasts and Dale's eyes. He hesitated and then continued his two fingers downward drawing lines in her skin until he reached her shorts. It was then that Ken slipped his hands up the legs of her shorts and explored her ass. Dale pulled his fingers down over her shorts until he nearly touched her sex and then drew lines on each side of her pussy until he reached her inner thighs again. With Ken's hands on her warm ass it almost felt like Dale's fingers had been touching her skin under her shorts as well. Her breathing was getting fast and shallow and her Kegel muscles would contract and ease again and again. When she felt Ken's fingers touch her rosebud she couldn't stop herself as she moaned loud enough for both of them to hear it. Ken moved around to stand in front of her next to Dale and without a word spoken Dale reached for the knot between her breasts that held her halter together. She opened her mouth but all that came out was a soft, "No please," but Dale continued. With the knot undone he looked at her and kissed her softly on the lips, another first for them, and then carefully draped the halter down so that her breasts stayed covered as long as she didn't move or a breeze didn't come up. He put his lips on her chest and drew lines of kisses down her chest between her breasts and then back up and over as she felt his breath on the tops of her breasts and she imagined his lips on her nipples. She expected Ken to do the same to her but he didn't. Instead he stood in front of her and started to unfasten her shorts. First the hook was released and she held her breath as she whispered, "Honey no please." He just put a finger to his lips and slowly pulled her zipper down as far as it would go. As the fabric of her shorts curled back they saw a nice wide V of her white panties. He stepped back then and studied her and used the camera again before handing it to Dale. Ken picked up his drink and walking up close to her took a small sip and then slowly poured it down her front letting the icy drink make a stream down between her breasts as she sucked in a quick breath. The remnants of the ice slid down her chest and then fell to the ground as he continued to pour and the fluid made it's way to her panties and once they were soaked continued on to slip between her pussy lips before dripping onto the ground. Then taking her nearly full glass moved behind her and poured the contents down her back as she again sucked in her breath and let out a strained squeak. The icy fluid went straight to the crack of her ass and bathed her rosebud in sticky and icy cold margarita. At first icy cold it seemed to switch to hot for an instant and she felt hot fluids touching her pussy and ass before the sensation of cold returned. As Dale took pictures Ken picked up the hose that had gone totally unnoticed by her and it was slowly running which meant it was going to be almost as cold as ice chilled drinks. She let out a very audible, "Oh my God," as the water slid down her front and washed the sticky drink from her body and completely soaking her shorts and panties. Then he trailed the stream of water over her breasts and that threatened to move the ends of her halter away from her breasts. She didn't even look at them and didn't even care if it fell away and exposed her. When he stopped her whole front was soaked so he moved to her back and repeated the process until her whole body was dripping with ice cold well water and she was nearly panting with desire and the shock of the cold water. He dropped the hose then and went around in front of her and told her, "Well I don't know if it's been fifteen minutes or thirty because I didn't keep track." He kissed her and then Dale kissed her as Ken took the last picture before starting to untie her wrists. It was then that she realized that the fence gate between their property and Rachel's was open slightly and she saw Rachel peeking through the little gap as their eyes locked onto each other. She didn't say anything to the guys but she knew she had to talk to her neighbor and soon. Ties That Bind "You're forgiven. What do you think of what you saw?" Rachel forgot about her tea and leaned back but avoided eye contact and hesitated. "You can tell me. I promise I won't get mad but I'm curious." "It isn't so much that I think you'll get mad it's just that this is so embarrassing for me." "Then you did enjoy watching us." "Yes. A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped that away with a finger and added, "I liked it a lot in fact. I got excited right along with you," and she took a deep breath like she had just made it past some kind of mental or emotional barrier. "Did you and your husband experiment with bondage?" "No we never did." "Are you curious about it?" "Well this morning I would have said absolutely not but now I'm pretty confused by that and a lot of things. I've done a very good job of burying my emotional and physical needs." "I don't want to pry into your personal life so if I ask as question that offends you please say so." Rachel smiled and said, "I've broken a whole string of social rules today so I have no right to sit here and be self righteous. Besides you deserve an explanation and I need to face the truth. Amanda I haven't been sexually stimulated in so long. I haven't even been emotionally stimulated in so long that, well I wasn't even aware of it but I was playing with my breasts as I watched you be kissed and teased. When I saw them untie your top I put my hand under my skirt." She had to stop after admitting that and Amanda was afraid she was going to break down or something. "Rach I'm glad you found what we did to be so exciting. I better explain to you that none of that was planned and in fact I've never even considered doing that before." "You haven't" "No. The guys...I was teasing them when I caught them looking at a website of amateur bondage and I tried to make fun of all of that. Anyway to make a longer story short I agreed to let them tie me up but with very strict rules. No touching my breasts or between my legs and no undressing me." "I wondered why they didn't finish taking your top off." "That's why. I started out smiling and being fearful that I'd laugh at their attempts but it didn't take them a minute to wipe the smile from my face. For two guys, the other one is Dale a very good friend, that have never done anything like that before they managed to push just about every one of my buttons." "I still can't get over how excited I got. Amanda what was it like for you? You said it was your first time, weren't you a little afraid or something?" "A little bit. I knew that Ken wouldn't hurt me and I was pretty sure they would abide by the rules. Poor Dale is about half bashful and so cute but he really surprised me by how well he did. He was very sexy in fact." "Didn't it feel kind of strange letting him kiss you and touch you?" "It did at first but I think that kind of added to the excitement too. When he kissed me on my inner thigh or between my breasts I wanted him to do even more and break the rules but I stopped myself. Ken broke one rule but I didn't care and with Dale right there that too added to the excitement. I was pretty much a basket case when they finally stopped." "Did the ropes hurt?" "No, they didn't tie them tight or stretch me too far but I was truly immobilized and at their mercy." "Even that must have made your heart race." "It did once I realized I really was helpless. Like I said, it started out as a joke but they saw to it that I didn't feel like laughing." Rachel had a far away look in her eyes and Amanda asked her, "Would you like to see what it feels like?" She turned her head toward Amanda quickly and said, "What?" "I mean just you and me. I could tie you up and you could see what it feels like." "You scared me, I thought you meant with Ken and...Dale." "If you have some rope it would only take a few minutes to experiment." She hesitated and licked her lips as she stared blankly across the room. Then in a soft and tentative voice she said, "Yes if you wouldn't mind, I'd like that. I'd like to see what it was you were feeling." She retrieved a hank of rope from her garage and felt the need to explain why she even had it. "This was hanging on Aaron's peg board. I haven't touched his tools or anything since he died." They went outside and searched for two places to tie the rope to but once that was done they could only find one place to tie her left ankle so that would have to do. "Rachel I promise I will not hurt you." "I trust you." The branches that they used weren't very sturdy but they would do for their experiment and Rachel was soon restrained and helpless. "You okay Rach?" "Yes I'm fine." "Can you get free?" She tried and said, "No I'm totally helpless it seems." "How does it feel?" "Not quite as I had expected." "That's because it's just you and me and nothing is happening. For example what if I were to do this," and she lifted Rachel's long skirt well above her knees. "But one of your rules was no undressing." "That's true but I was in a halter and shorts and Dale was right there. Here it's just the two of us." She let the skirt drop and as she watched Rachel she undid the buttons on her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. Rachel was wearing nice but very conservative panties and Amanda left them alone. Instead she slowly ran her hands up Rachel's leg and not stopping until she was within an inch of her sex. Then she reached for the buttons on her short sleeved blouse and started to undo them one at a time going from the bottom up as Rachel's eyes got bigger. They had been neighbors for a long time and had talked many times, but this was far from anything they had ever shared or even mentioned. Amanda had no desire to make love to a woman so it wasn't as though she had to fight temptation as she tried to decide how to tease her neighbor. She opened the blouse and pulled it back as far as she could and looked at this older woman with breasts larger than she would have ever guessed. She wasn't going to take things much farther but she decided to try just a couple more things. With her blouse wide open Rachel said, "My God what if a neighbor sees me like this?" "Well I'm your neighbor and I am seeing you like this." Amanda's hand caressed her bare belly and then as she walked behind Rachel her hand slipped around to her back and reached up to her bra hooks. "Oh Amanda no...that...not..." and the bra opened but still covered her breasts. Once back in front of her Amanda pulled the bra forward until her breasts were on display and she could feel the sun and a light summer breeze kiss her chest. Amanda took one of Rachel's nipples between her fingers and as she teased her neighbor she said, "This might give you a small idea of what it feels like to be with somebody and feel so totally powerless to stop their advances." She kept toying with her nipple for another second and then stopped and reached up to untie her. With her arms free Amanda untied her ankle and then looked at her as she stood there and not moving with her blouse open and her bra providing almost no protection from prying eyes. "Well what do you think now Rachel?" "I'm afraid to think. It started out so simple and unimpressive." "Until I did something." "Yes. I still can't..." and she looked down at her skirt still puddled around her ankles and added, "I still can't believe that you...I mean that we did that. I'm standing here in my panties in my backyard." "With your blouse and bra all but falling off." "Yes...and you teased my...my nipple." "I didn't intend to do that but I did, I hope you're okay with that." "I guess so. I mean it felt good and it made me feel so naked." "That's what it was supposed to do. Can you imagine what it would feel like to really be tied up and naked?" "Now I almost can imagine it." "And to have a man do that for you?" "I can't even imagine that. I don't know if I could handle it." "I hate to go but I better get home to Ken." As she turned to go she asked, "Rachel would you like to watch me with Ken again?" She didn't hesitate and answered, "Yes I really would." "I'll let you know." Ties That Bind "I think so." "Why not have Dale in on it again then?" "Because Cheri doesn't want him that close to me if I'm going to be topless or whatever." "He can see you but not touch you." "Those are her rules." "Whatever. So you don't want him to see what?" "Can I think about that?" "Yeah why not, we have until next Saturday I guess. Is anybody else coming to this party?" "There better not be, I'm not opening this up to the public...although..." "What?" "Just kidding honey. Just try not to shock me too much okay?" "I'll work on that. And I'll work on what I'm going to do to you." "That's an interesting way to put it. Accurate too." Ties That Bind His hands explored her back and then moved around to her belly and lower chest and feeling his warm hand so close to her breasts made her breathe faster. She wasn't even aware that he had managed to get a hand under her skirt until he touched her thigh and she held her breath in surprise. She was almost afraid to look at him as his hand moved up her leg to her panties and on to her ass. With one of his hands on her bare belly and the other one on her butt it was almost like his hand was inside of her panties and the sensation made her heart race and her mind try to decide to stop or keep going. It felt so good to have a man desire her again, to feel a man's touch on her skin He told her how good she looked and even if he was lying she liked hearing it. He made it sound sincere and that was close enough for the moment and there was no way she was going to stop. Ken knew what he wanted to do and he pressed ahead. If his sense of what would work for her was wrong she would shut him down so fast it would make his head spin. He had said he would not undress her so he wouldn't. She could keep that fabric protective shell and he'd just bypass it. His hand went under the front of her blouse again and up her chest to her bra and as he stared into her eyes he pushed her bra up and out of the way and took a breast in his hand. She whimpered as his hand caressed her and then gently squeezed her nipple before slipping across to her other breast. He wanted to see them and taste them but that might have to be another day. As Amanda, Dale and Cheri looked on he toyed with her until she whimpered and tried to tell him no but all that she could manage was, "Ken, please...n...n..." and she whimpered again and just submitted to his touch. His other hand came to the front and paid attention to her other breast and in the process coaxed her blouse up until he saw both of them. He rolled her nipples with his thumbs for another second and then abandoned her. She was past caring about anything but her orgasm now and when he moved away she almost cried in frustration. She didn't even know why he did that but when he returned he ignored her breasts for the moment and put his hand under her skirt again. Her breathing was quick and shallow and when his hand touched her between her legs she emitted a half grunt and half moan. Her panties were soaked, perhaps from watching Amanda and perhaps from his touch but his other hand lifted the skirt and she didn't even flinch. Everybody could see her legs and even her panties and she either didn't realize it or didn't care. He tucked a handful of her skirt in her waistband and then knelt down and pulled her panties down to her ankles and then took them off of her. He was looking at her mound with a full patch of trimmed pubic hair. He touched her again and put a finger between her lips and then took it out and as she watched he tasted her honey. Ken retrieved the vibrator and got close between her legs and with one hand on her bare ass he put the now humming instrument to her lips and teased her before easing it inside of her. She was long past telling him to stop now and he was so focused on what he was doing he wasn't aware that Dale was kissing her and had a breast in his hand. Rachel was in another world as the vibrator was removed from her pussy and was moved toward her clit and brushed over it and then down again for a second. She couldn't keep still now and as the plastic lover touched her clit again she emitted something louder than a moan and less than a scream as he held it to her and then looked up as she flew into an intense climax as Dale pinched her nipples and held them. Ken moved the vibrator away and put two fingers into her and enjoyed the feeling of her warm moistness as her climax went on and then slowly released it's hold on her. He waited until she had settled down and stood up to whisper in her ear, "Cum again for me honey," and the vibrator was moved very close to her tender clit again and she moaned and begged him to stop. He didn't stop but he stayed off of her clit and Dale had the good fortune to put his mouth on her breast as his hand tended to the other one. She didn't flip into another orgasm right then but she was humming and completely into the experience. Then without warning she cried out and he took the vibrator away and watched her as her second orgasm took over so completely she looked like she was having a seizure. Dale backed away and Ken released the rope and slowly lowered her as Dale helped her to the ground. Ken knelt next to her and held her head against his chest and he whispered to her. "That was beautiful." Her arms went around him and she held him tightly as her world slowly returned to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him without speaking. Dale went back to the women and Ken stayed with Rachel until she finally straightened up and smiled. Ken kissed her softly and embraced her again and then helped her to her feet and they shared an embrace once more. He picked up her panties and said, "I'm keeping these." She smiled and looked over at the others and as she clung to Ken's waist she lipped thank you to Amanda. Ken looked at her and asked, "Would you like me to walk you home or would you like to stay?" "Would you walk me home?" "It's my honor." He kept his arm around her waist and walked her the sixty or seventy feet to her house and went inside with her as far as the living room. "Rach I want to make love to you so much. I don't know if I'll ever have the honor but I really do want you." "I want you too Ken. Thank you for...well thank you for everything." "Thank you. You've made this a memorable day." "You have several reasons to consider this a memorable day I'd say." "You're right of course but I'll always remember being with you." "Go back to your wife and friends and tell Amanda I'll be talking to her soon." "I will. You going to be okay?" "I'm wonderful and I'm going to take a nap." When Ken went back home he realized that Amanda was still naked and then he realized that he was too and his cock was close to hard. Even after Cheri had seen to his needs his cock was ready to play again thanks to Rachel. Amanda kissed him and smiled and then Cheri kissed him. Then she took his cock in her hand again and said, "I have one thing to say to you lover." "What's that?" "I'm next and you and Dale better give me the deluxe treatment." The End.