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Rope

By: Anonymous Author



Taking purposeful strides, Justin made his way along the long corridor. He had long ago adjusted to the heat and humidity, but today the heat threatened to suffocate anyone going out and about. He looked at the numbers on each door that he passed, looking for her room. He wiped the trickles of sweat from his forehead as he stood at her door and then knocked quietly. Her voice meekly penetrated the thick wooden entrance asking him to enter. The doorknob turned at his touch and he walked into her room, the smell of her perfume lingering in the air. The door fell closed behind him and he looked into the darkness.

The room was spacious and one window stood open to his left. A thin, sheer curtain hung lifeless in front of it. No breeze to speak of, though the light of the setting sun lazily glided in and hung on the dense air. A fan twirled overhead in the middle of the room, trying vainly to create a cool breeze. At the far end of the room stood the only piece of furniture, an over large bed, four posts surrounded in sheer, pale material. He could see her shadow through the sheerness and her voice spoke to him. "Justin, come close."

He stepped forward, his heart beginning to pound, he thought that perhaps she was naked behind that wall of material. A foot away from the bed she spoke again, "take off your clothes, Justin. And join me." He kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his pants, his shirt. He wore nothing else. He reached through the layers of pale material and drew yards of it back. There she was, standing at the far end of the bed. Her arms hidden behind her.

She wore a sheer bit of material over her large breasts, pulled under her arms and tied loosely at her back. Her tiny skirt was another bit of material tied loosely at her waist. The material was completely see through and hung tantalizingly from her body. He crawled onto the bed, completely naked and she instructed him to lie face up in the middle of the bed. He did so, watching her. She stepped forward and he saw that she was holding some kind of rope behind her. She came close and stepped over him, straddling him. He could see the entire length of her legs, the point where they separated and revealed her luscious pinkness. She spread her hands apart and he could see in each hand she was tied and held onto a long, flowing fabric each was fastened to the ceiling.

She leaned forward over him and levitated herself above him. Her emerald eyes shone at him and her almond skin glistened. Leaning forward she kissed him with her large ruby lips. He reached for her but she swung out of his reach, whispering, "No Justin. No touching." He lay back again and waited for her to kiss him. She kicked her legs above her, wrapping them around the rope, lowering herself over him again. Her hair dangled down and touched his chest then he felt her lips again on his belly. She began to lick him from his belly to his neck, manipulating her movement with the ropes. Again she levitated above him, holding one rope in each hand and let herself rotate around him. At one moment he was looking into her eyes then he watched her twirl around and he was looking up into her moist pussy.

She lowered herself again and he reached up to take her wet pussy into his mouth but jerked when he felt her lips wrap around his stiff cock. His head fell back onto the bed as he felt her lips, her tongue devour his quickly hardening penis. He felt himself begin to rock with her rhythm, letting his hips force his cock further into her mouth, then she flung her legs into the air again and with her toes pointing to the ceiling she sunk his cock deep into her mouth, into her throat. Up and down she thrust, letting him thrust against her too. He looked up and saw her naked body hanging before him, attached by her lips to his cock. Her breasts jiggled with her thrusting motion and her pussy dripped wet.

It was about more than he could take, he wanted to reach up and grab her, pull her close to him and cum in her mouth. But she stopped. She let her legs lower again, and floated above him and twirled back around so that her face was directly over his. Her long, shining, black hair and her almond eyes floated there beautifully. And he felt her wet loins touch his erectness. Her hair tickled his chest as she floated back and forth over him touching him with her wet pussy then licking him with her tongue. His cock was out of his control now, he wanted to be inside her, he wanted to pull her down from those ropes and fuck her, but she withdrew at his slightest movement. She continued to torture him, swinging back and forth, twisting around and around, showing him flashes of her pussy then her beautiful ass.

Letting her legs spread wide apart when they were directly over his face. He wanted to lick that spot, he wanted to plunge his tongue into her and make her scream but she moved around again and finally kissed him on the lips. Those ruby reds wrapped around his mouth and her tongue glided pasted his lips, touching his tongue, sucking on his lips. And then she slid pulled his cock into her glistening, throbbing pussy. His cock sunk deep into her wetness and he tried to gasp into her mouth. He was touching only his lips with hers, and his cock with her wetness. No where else did their bodies meet. She glided across his body, using the ropes to guide her movements as he tried to keep himself from touching her.

She bit his lips when he raised his hands until he let them fall to rest at his side again. She continued to glide back and forth on top of his cock until his male senses completely overtook him. He reached up to grab her and she bit his lips in punishment, drawing a bit of blood. But he didn't feel a thing. He grasped her breasts, one in each hand and pulled her toward him. Then raised his lips to each nipple and sucked each one savagely. He sat up and pulled her body against his, letting her raise herself on the ropes, dragging her breasts along his face and then back down again, letting his cock sink deeply into her pink pussy.

He licked her breasts and held them close to his face as she continued to raise herself up and down on top of his stiff pole until he grasped her body close to his, thrusting deeper still inside her he came, filling her up with white sticky cum, holding her closely he jerked and relaxed, letting himself feel her spasms ripple through her hot, sweaty body.

Rope



Pieces of light filter through the room from the crack in the bathroom door. A sliver is illuminated onto the closet mirrored door as sweat beads across my Dom's back. Slick skin glides next to mine as the anticipation of the next move courses through us both. A nervous glance passes between my lover and I as she takes my hand. This move in itself scares me because it is done without permission. We are guided towards him as he uses our hair to pull us into his chest. Smells of cologne and soap mixed with pure control radiate inside me when he whispers "Are you ready?" The only reply and coherent thought I can configure is "Yes Sir". At that moment the shift in atmosphere takes place and all thought or feelings are lost as we are guided into an intertwined butterfly position on the bed. My arms are spread open with my head over the edge of the bed and all I can think is to breathe. Take in slow breaths deeply and calmly. The music surrounds me and all I can feel is my breath and her breath. At the exact moment rope is applied to my ankle everything else ceases to exist. The rope lacing itself around my legs and torso laces itself inside my soul and I can feel nothing. Tingles begin to race across my shoulders; radiating from my collar bone through to my fingertips. My neck, chin and lips are suddenly assaulted by these tingles. It is foreign to me and all I can think is to breathe. It is overwhelming and intoxicating. As my leg is bound to hers I can feel his breathing. 

My breath catches as I feel the kiss of the crop. To describe it as anything other than a kiss would be wrong. It bites and pulls on the ropes, causing a caress from them that sends tremors throughout me. Lost and falling is all I feel as he caresses my skin with the crop. The tingles begin to cross my ribs and dip lower into my stomach. They are not falling asleep tingles, but more as though my body does not exist anymore. The sensation to lift my arms and head occurs to me in an instance; while he places a new toy inside of her. I can feel her moans and cries of pleasure at his attention. To actually think of anything aside from the feelings cascading across my whole existence is impossible. Each thrust she makes with the toy that is connecting us most intimately, causes a twist in the ropes and intensifies the tingles incapacitating my arms. Kisses of the crop randomly caress us both at different times. The pleasure of our toy is not necessarily its placement deep inside our walls, but the connection is creates between lovers. The ropes bind us together in complete surrender to our Dom and ourselves, as the toy creates an explainable connection of two souls by a most intimate part. Feeling each kiss of the crop that she experiences is mind blowing. I can feel the cool leather connect with my flesh as it connects physically with hers. Pain radiates through my arms and hands as the overwhelming urge to move intensifies.

Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...

I tell myself to breathe and concentrate on the breathing to the point that I cannot even feel the vibrations of his movements. To move my arms would be to break the control and remain inside my reality. I try and try. 

I cannot... 

Feelings of fear and relief flood through me as I realize I can float. My arms are attached to the bed with invisible forces and my body is no longer there or mine. I can feel nothing and yet I can feel everything. I know subconsciously that the bite of the crop is more than I have ever felt before and in a most sensitive area, however it is just a kiss. Pain is gone and all thoughts cease as I soar... I cannot open my eyes to see, yet I can see it all through feeling. I can feel her moans and I can feel each piece of pleasure she experiences. I can feel the crop connect with her flesh as though it is connecting with mine.

His breathing is steady and surreal. As he moves in front of my face and kneels to whisper if I am ok, I can feel his heart beating and mine coincides to his movements. A breathy "Yes Sir" is all I can manage at the time. I feel as though I have no voice inside me. Its as if everything about myself melts into him and her. I am a part of them. We are one unit and my feelings are what they feel.

I put my arms around her as best I can after we are untied. The glossy look inside her eyes captures me and I can barely register Sir trying to hand me water. To swallow anything at this moment in time is absolutely impossible. The tingles racing through my hands become painful as my brain begins to un-fog slightly. I do not want to lose this floating. Reality is scary and to return is the most frightening of all. 

The wall I have been watching and anticipating all night suddenly enters my view as I am ordered to stand still against it. Cold spackling pricks my back as I sink into the wall. The pain in my hands and the tingles return as he laces rope through my fingers... 

Ahh rope. I suddenly am thrust back into that place where it is me and breathing and rope. I breathe deeply as each cord is laced through my fingers and wrist on both hands. The pain pushes into me and is inside me as though I can feel each piece of cramp and tingle deep within my soul, yet I am floating.. Holding me is just the ropes... They are the piece connecting me to myself.. 

She is laying across pillowed stools experiencing the freeing art of being tied. I can see her face as she looks over her shoulder towards me with glassy dreamy eyes and a smile that reaches deep into the recesses of my soul and touches me completely. The will to have my eyes open diminishes at the exact moment that Sir tells me to watch him. Her punishment is being dealt out first. I strain against the ropes as the pain in my hands returns with the focus on her. The crop caresses her skin slowly at first until all of a sudden you hear her cry out in pleasure pain at the extreme bite of the first blow. "Thank You Sir" is all she can manage between the hissing bite of each blow. Each one is intermingled with slight caresses of hand or crop. 

Wiggling my fingers within the ropes as I twist my wrist intensifies the pain. As painful as it feels I am lost. With the ability to hold myself up diminished and my senses heightened, the ropes carry me along. Numbness and tingles take over as I try to remain alert enough to witness the scene before my eyes. Tears pool into my eyes, as I realize the intensity at which I am immersed in this alter reality. 

With a final pull on the rope he approaches me and looks directly into my eyes, seeing into the depths of my psyche and the need for me to be released. Relief floods through my limbs with each little pull caused by the releasing of knots. Although I acknowledge relief at the change in position, a piece of me drops completely with the freeing of each hand and knot. Blood rushes towards my fingertips as my right arm drops completely to my side. The ability to hold it at any angle other than down does not exist. With the rushing of blood comes the downpour of pain into each molecule of my skin. I cry out with this new sensation. A limit is being pushed with this pain and the drop I began experiencing peaks back into a high, as my other arm is released and undergoes the same treatment. 

Exhaustion pure and simple overtakes everything while I sit on the bed and witness my partner being placed in the same position I recently occupied. Brain functions are non-existent except to note that Dom does not use rope for her. This simple piece of knowledge fills me with joy. She is not getting my rope. The bond I feel with this simple piece of rope is slightly overwhelming. It is as though the rope and I are a part of each other and it is mine. I am not sure I want her to experience my rope at this moment.

Placing myself on the pillowed stool the high and floating is diminishing as each second passes without ropes. The freedom I have without the ropes is slightly allowing functions to return and my brain is registering the fear of an upcoming punishment. Abrasive material catches my ankle as my legs are lightly restrained with my arms to the stool. This restraint is lighter and I cannot seem to grasp the floating sensation of the bounds the ropes create. This in itself terrifies me as I am not sure I can handle the pain of a punishment without the bond created by rope or her. I cannot see or touch her. Her breathing does reach into me as I slowly focus on my own breathing.

The first blow stings. It was as unexpected as I thought it would be and stings slightly more than I have ever felt. Dealt on the lower half of my ass cheek, I mumble "Thank you Sir" with the next blow. Alternating between blows and caresses of the crop I become confused on what will happen next. Should I expect a blow of punishment or the simple contact and comfort created with the simple smooth motion of leather on my skin. As I feel it is almost over contact from the crop overwhelms my body and mind in the most painful blow dealt. 

"Enough please stop" I say. As though my brain is working again I know I cannot handle any more of this. More than anything I wish for the sensation created through my surrender to the rope and my Dom. Proud is how I somewhat feel with the completion of my first punishment. 

Placing me on my back with the stools holding my weight, I am told to please her. I have been waiting all night for this to happen. Unrestrained I can think of what to do and feel her reactions. The trembling of her legs and thrust of her hips as my tongue slightly touches her hood piercing sends electrifying sensations through me. A few more strokes and I am thrown into fear and uncertainty as the restraints become the only thing holding her up and her legs buckle onto me. Jumping out of the way I watch as he undoes her hand and holds her. Whispering and her breathing is all I can feel at this moment. Approaching our Dom I am told to undo her ankle restraints. As I complete this task worry sets in. Any floating free sensation I once felt is thrust completely from me. I am lost as to what is happening and can feel the worry radiating from my Dom. 

As she is cared for and set to lay down and relax from something that was obviously unexpected and powerful, I am ordered back to my stools with my hands placed above my head in the air. His breathing steadies me when he approaches and grasps my wrist firmly. At once I feel the mood shift back into a complete loss of control with the first touch of the rope to my wrists. Around they are wrapped and as the rope glides across my skin peace and relaxation overtakes me. Rope is laced around my thighs and calves connecting them together.

Breathe... Breathe... My breathing is all I can feel again. Lost in sensation once again, I am able to reach the place where I can feel her moans and cries as he enters her slowly. Connected once again to the rope and her I begin to soar. This feeling overwhelms me once again and the tingles return. Losing the battle with reality I recognize him enter me and feel her breathing slow once he has left her. Intense pleasure mixed with the loss of most thought I push myself to let go and take the orgasm I have been awaiting and pushing for all night. Frustration enters into my body with the realization that he has not given me the permission my body seems to need to reach this. 

"May I please cum Sir" I incoherently ask with a particularly rapid thrust from him. As soon as the word "Yes" leaves his lips I am gone. The most intense amazing feeling of ecstasy flies throughout me and all I can do is breathe and cry out with each thrust he continues to deliver. Upon feeling him leave me to return this same pleasure to her in a softer manner, I cannot seem to stop it from continuing. It's like a dam is broken and my body releases everything at once. Returning to me, the intensity with which I felt before multiplies immensely. The act of stopping is lost as he begins to release the ropes. 

Breathe..Breathe.. I keep telling myself to breathe, but I can't. Short shallow shaking breaths overtake me as he works quicker to under my wrist. As my skin breathes again and I feel each pore of my body lose its connections to the rope, I begin to slightly sob and hyperventilate. Thought, feelings, emotions, and hysteria set in. The want to breathe overwhelms me with each second he carries me to the bed and sits down. His breath, steady and slow slides through me as my head is cradled to his chest. Nothing seems to exist except his breathing and the glides of his hand over my back and neck. As my breathing slows to match his and my body completely relaxes into him, exhaustion once again hits. Sleep is all I can feel coming at this moment, until he hands me water and orders me to drink. I try with just a sip only to find myself being forced into taking more. Reality sinks in and my surroundings slowly fade back into focus. Laying us back onto the bed he cradles us both in his arm, and the desire to feel and hold her encompasses me completely. Frustration and anger radiate from her as conversation over what happens begins to slightly flow between us. Although I feel the need to be with her and hold her and feel the comfort and connection of her body touching mine I refrain. Enough thought has settled inside me to know that I am not what she needs right now. Giggles begin to wrack my body and I cannot seem to fathom what in the world is making me laugh so hard. All these feelings and emotions trying to overturn themselves insides my brain confuse me. Laughing seems to be the only reasonable solution to this. With the loss of the giggles and all the floating sensations gone I suddenly realize I am too tired to do anything but sleep. Who knew that complete exhaustion would be what accompany this frightening, amazing, hypnotic experience.



Rope and Tie and Brand Them



I was just going out the door, and I called out to Jan, "I'm off now, want anything in town?"

"Hang on a mo, I do need some things!"

Jan came into the kitchen and started scribbling a list rather long of things on a sheet of note paper.

"Gwen has some new cord in, be sure to call in and get some." she said.

"What ever do we need cord for?" I replied.

"Your dressing gown needs a new one."

Now I had not worn my dressing gown for years, and had no idea if it even had a cord, much less if it needed a new one.

"You sure honey, seems like a waste of money to me!"

She gave me one of those female looks that said, 'don't argue with me.'

So I took her list and headed off to town to get my supplies for the cattle branding and her grocery list.

I got my gas bottle refilled, and picked up the new ear tags for the cattle, wandered down to the grocery shop and finally after what seemed like an eternity had purchased Jan's entire shopping list.

I headed down to Gwen's drapery store for the cord.

Gwen looked at me some what quizzically as I said "Jan said I was to pick up some cord."

She smiled back but did not say anything and reached down under the counter and handed me a shopping bag. Obviously the women were up to something.

I smiled back at Gwen and asked, "How much is that?"

"Jan has already paid."

Now 'THAT' is something very strange, I could not remember anytime Jan had paid for something in advance, and certainly she had never asked me to pick up something she had paid for, her usual view was if I earned the money I should pay for everything!

"Wow, Gwen miracles do happen!"

I smiled at Gwen and took the bag and walked out of the shop.

I arrived home and much to my surprise, Jan came out to the car to meet me.

This was another most unusual development; she usually left me to carry the groceries in to the house.

Don't get the idea that Jan was lazy, she does most of the cooking, all of the washing and most of the house work and helps me with the difficult farm jobs which required two people.

She even gathered up the bags with the cattle tags and carried them down to the shed while I followed with the heavy gas bottle.

I smiled at her, as she placed the tags on the bench; "Thanks honey."

We walked back to the Range Rover and loaded up with the grocery bags.

When you live quite a ways out of town like Jan and I do you have to be well stocked up with supplies as you can get suddenly get cut off by impassable roads and thus the need to keep very well stocked up with supplies.

We had carried in all the grocery bags, and put the contents in the freezer, refrigerator and pantry.

"Did you remember to call in at Gwen's and pick up the cord?"

"Yes honey, it is on the floor in front of the front passenger seat!"

Jan grinned at me, and nearly ran out to the car, that is also unusual, why would she be so excited about a length of cord?

(Mind you I am just assuming there is only cord in the shopping bag Gwen had given me, I did not look in the bag or even feel what was in it.)

I had work to do, I had to make sure the cattle yards where ready for the muster tomorrow.

So I went off to check the yards and get the bikes ready for an early start in the morning.

No point in assuming everything will be ok and then finding that you have a flat tyre or something even more time consuming to fix. 

Lucky I did check the bikes; one of the chains was very loose and needed tightening.

It is not fun to have a chain come off when a bull is just about to knock you off the bike as he tries to avoid the muster! 

Anyhow every thing seemed ready for the early start the next morning,

I went back to the house to find that Jan had prepared a lovely cold meal of ham and cold chicken and salad and had opened a bottle of chilled wine.

The meal was delicious and Jan was in a very good mood, that in itself is not that unusual but she was obviously enjoying herself immensely this evening.

We took the remaining wine with us and went into the T.V. room and sat down to watch our favourite programme.

I sat down and Jan sat besides me tucking her legs under herself on the lounge, putting her arm around my neck and just held me as we watched the programme. I placed my arm around her shoulder and just gently held her.

Her head was resting on my shoulder and I could hear her rhythmic breathing and realised that she was fast asleep.

I gently moved her head and carried her to the bed and lay her gently down making sure I did not wake her.

I turned off the television and lay down next to Jan and soon fell fast asleep.

I was sort of dozing, that feeling you get when you are neither fully asleep nor fully awake, when I felt Jan moving about on the bed.

"Rollover honey" she said. I was lying on my back, I figured that I must have been snoring or something and complied with her request and rolled over onto my stomach.

I guess I must have gone back to sleep, as the next thing I felt was Jan tapping me on the shoulder.

I woke up and tried to move, I tried moving my arms, they would not move.

I tried to move my legs, again with out any success. 

The room was dark and I could feel something tied around my ankles and wrists.

"Fuck Jan, what are you doing?"

"Hush darling." She replied, "It's my turn!"

"What do you mean it's your turn?"

Now I thought we shared everything and had a very balanced relationship. Not that I had any choice in what ever she had planned, she had done a very good job with her knots and try as I might I could not move at all, I was totally in her power.

I have never been in a situation like that before, and I cannot say I exactly liked it.

"Now darling, do you remember when I asked to put the rubbish out last night?"

(Well I didn't but I chose not to answer anyway.)

"Because you left it there I am going to give you a spanking."

(Now Jan is not a very big woman, I figured this wouldn't be too painful an experience.)

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Fuck, the bitch was using a ping pong bat to smack me with!

I hadn't been smacked like that since dad caught me smoking his special cigars when I was 12.

"Say you are sorry you left the rubbish for me to put out!"

My ass was smarting from the vicious paddling it was getting.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 

She continued to hit me as hard as she could on my now tender ass; it was starting to feel numb.

"Fuck you!" I replied.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

She continued to smack me.

"It is going to be fuck you!" she said in a particularly harsh voice.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

My ass was numb and hot and strangely, starting to feel good.

She stopped pummelling my ass with her ping pong bat.

I was not sure if that was a good development or not!

She sat across my back grabbed me by the hair pulled my head up and shoved something into my mouth.

"Suck on that."

Well what choice did I have? 

What ever she had shoved into my mouth was quite large and had a plastic feel to it.

She took it out of my mouth and got off of me.

"You had you fun now?" I asked.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The bitch pummelled me on my ass with the bat again.

I felt her wriggling around and now could feel her kneeling between my legs.

I tried to move but it was futile.

Fuck what ever possessed me to teach her how to tie knots!

Something was pressing against my ass hole, what ever it was it felt BIG!

"Come on Jan, what the fuck are you doing?"

"That is exactly what I am doing; I am going to show you what it really feels like to get fucked up the ass!"

"Common Jan you said you liked it!"

"Well!"

I guess I must have missed the point somewhere.

She was pushing the mysterious object into my ass; it felt so big, too bloody big!

She had her arms against either side of my waist and I could feel her hips against my legs, but most of all I could feel the object pushing into my anus. It was making progress into my body too. 

She must have got hold of one of those strap on dildos that I had heard Sam talking about, no wonder Gwen had given me that quizzical look!.

It was hurting, pressing my sphincter muscles apart as it slowly thrust into me; I could feel sweat forming on my back as the pain intensified. 

Then suddenly it was in me, right in me.

I squealed out "Ahhh!!!! Fuck! That hurt Jan."

"Mmmmmm…………" she said.

I felt the object pull back, and then she thrust it back in with some force, my back felt like it was sopping wet from the sweat that had formed.

My tender ass hole felt like it was on fire! Fuck it was hurting.

I was still hurting, my ass-hole was hurting, my ass was numb from the spanking she had given me, and my dignity was hurting because my fucking woman was fucking me up my virgin ass!

She continued thrusting in and out slowly at first and gradually picking up pace until she had a rhythm going with her thrusting.

It was strange but my ass was starting to feel all tingly and good!

My cock was getting hard!

This was starting to feel much better, the pain had gone and my whole body was trembling with excitement.

My cock was very hard pressing into the mattress, there was nothing I could do though, I could not move at all.

Jan continued to fuck me, I could hear her breathing quicken as she was shoving much harder into me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She was mumbling to herself, but the intensity of her thrusting did not diminish, if anything she was thrusting even harder and more savagely.

Damn, I could feel my bowls wanting to void themselves.

Jan was thrusting in so hard now, I had no control at all, I could feel her dildo getting slippery and then even more slippery in my ass.

I could smell the odour of shit, fuck how humiliating, but this did not put Jan off at all.

Her breathing was very hard now!

She shoved in very hard, I could feel her body quiver, shuddering against me, against my shitty ass, and then she collapsed on top of me.

She was breathing very hard; she just lay there on top of me for what seemed like an eternity. 

"Fuck Jan, have you had you fun now?"

She pushed her self up and slowly withdrew her dildo from my ass hole.

She got up and switched on the light, I have no idea what I must have looked like lying there on the bed tied by both wrists and ankles with a shitty ass.

"No honey!" she said with some feeling.

"I need to clean you up you were very naughty shitting your self when I was fucking you!"

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

She whacked me with the ping pong bat again.

"Naughty boy, naughty boy!"

She stood up on the bed behind me; I could feel something, liquid and warm spurting on to my ass.

"This will clean you up; naughty boy!"

I could feel the liquid spraying all over me, I could smell the odour of piss and it dawned on me what she was doing!

"Common Jan, that's enough!"

"Not nearly enough, darling."

She knelt down behind me and I could feel her spray against my ass hole, what a mess the sheets must be! 

(Gee I am glad I don't have to wash them, I thought.)

I could feel the torrent of piss start to subside and she got off the bed.

She started to laugh, just a little at first and then totally uncontrollably.

After a while the laughter subsided and there was silence in the room.

"Gee you look a mess honey", and she dashed out of the bedroom.

She returned very quickly and I saw a flash of light!

(The bitch had taken a photo.)

My cock was still hard, very hard and I had had no proper sexual relief at all, I have no doubt Jan had had a wonderful orgasm as she had thrust her strap-on dildo up my what was now a very tender ass-hole.

I could feel Jan untying the ropes around my ankles; she untied my left wrist and ran from the room!

I yelled out "Fuck! You are going to pay for this!" 

I tried to undo my right wrist quickly, but she had done a splendid job with this one and it took quite some time to undo.

……………………………………………… 



Rope and Veil



This story was prompted by another Lit writer who favourited my previous story. As I usually do, I go check out their writing, and found a nice read about a guy with quadraplegic girl. But what moved me more, and inspired this story, was a long, impassioned response to that tale from a PWD, who was torn in her own response to that story. 

So this one is for her, if ever she finds it. 

Any and all errors in my understanding - or lack thereof - of the issues facing PWD are mine alone, and are the result of poor research and ignorance on my part. If I inadvertently give offence, please forgive me. 

Note: the story has been edited slightly following feedback received, especially from Missy (who found it). 

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"Hey, hold the lift, would you?" 

My finger automatically went to the double out arrow button, and the door stayed open for the woman, girl, who called out. It was the end of another long day at work, and I was going into "switch off now, before I get home" mode, a half hour bus ride and then a ten minute drive home from the park-and-ride. I had to step back quickly from the swing and turn of a wheelchair, as she spun into the lift and turned on a wheel to face the doors, closing now. 

"Thanks," she said, her bright eyes looking up at me from under a shag of bright rainbow twisted hair, her finger jabbing at the G button, impatiently. 

"Going down, all the way?" 

"Yeah, home time for me, long day." 

"Me too, can't wait to get out of this thing," she said, tapping the arm rest on the wheelchair with her finger tips. Long, black nails. 

Forthright then, about her disability. Forthright too, in her attitude and sass. She was in her late twenties, early thirties maybe, still carrying the edgy look of some of the art and design students I had known during my uni days. 

Her brightly coloured hair was shaved up one side of her head, razor cut close to her skull, and on the other side, a long twisted braid fell down over her shoulder, with a long sweeping fringe flicked over an eye. Each twist of her hair was a colour of the rainbow. Her face was pale, with black cat's eyes, Cleopatra's eyes, done with cleverly applied mascara, and bright red lips. Full, bright red lips. Glossy, bright red lips. 

She pulled a pair of leather gloves from the bag resting in her lap, and wriggled her fingers into them. The gloves themselves were in fact mitts, strong padded palms to grip the rim of her wheels. The flick and straighten of her fingers into the dark leather drew attention to the many silver and black rings on her fingers, beautifully made jewellery. 

In contrast to her bright hair, cat's eyes and ruby lips, her clothes were black. A beautifully made pair of leather boots were on her feet, intricately laced up her ankles, her feet wedged to the sides of the foot plates of the wheelchair. This woman clearly liked beautifully crafted things about her and on her. Like those objects, she too was a piece of art in her own right. She was making a statement, that's for sure. Look at me. Fuck the wheelchair, look at me. 

She reached again into the depths of her bag, pulled out a bottle of water, and tilted it to her lips. Her teeth pulled, pearly white, on the white nub of the bottle to let the water flow. She tilted her head back and took a long gulp. Her throat was long, the rainbow hair falling past her neck, tumbling off her shoulder in a bright twist of colour. 

With a ching, the lift shuddered to a stop, and the doors slid apart. 

"Have a good one," she said, as she firmly rotated her palms on the rubber tyres and accelerated out of the lift. I followed her to the security gates, where she quickly tapped a swipe card onto the red cross. The light went green, the two gates slid open, and she was through. 

I walked through the single gate behind her. By the time I got to the main doors and out to the street, she was moving swiftly down the pavement, her bright hair flashing like a rise of exotic birds as she disappeared into the milling pedestrians. 

Gorgeous looking woman, I thought, my eyes on the bus across the road. I wonder how long she's been in the wheelchair? 

The next afternoon I was later out of the office than usual, and just as I reached the lifts I could see a door sliding shut. 

"Could you hold the lift?" I shouted, and the doors stopped their slide, and opened. "Thanks for that." 

"Going down, all the way?" She looked up at me and grinned, pushing her finger to the G button. Her colours swirled with the movement. 

"Yeah, another long day. You too, by the looks." 

"Yes, starting any new job is always hard, as I have to figure out the job, plus the politics and the bullshit." 

Her voice was low for a woman, with a huskiness and a slight edge to it. An accent I couldn't quite place. 

"Plus, I have to scope out the place, to work out the best routes and access for this little baby." 

She tapped the tyre of her wheelchair with her hand, her ring threaded fingers curled from the holes of her mitts. 

"That's a hassle. What's this building like for you?" 

"Not too bad. The toilet's at the other end of the floor though, that's a pain. Otherwise, access is pretty good. Except when people leave their bags on the floor, sticking into the aisles." 

She laughed. "But when there's a tyre mark over the top of their bag, they get the hint, and next day it's tucked under their desk!" 

"What, can't they see the wheelchair? People just don't think, do they?" 

"That's why I've kept the hair. They notice that. Mummy, look at the lady in the wheelchair, look at her hair. Can I get hair that colour?" 

Her mimicry of a little girl's voice was brilliant, high pitched and innocent. 

"Don't stare, honey, she's an invalid, the nice lady might not like people staring at her." 

Equally devastating, acting out the hushed, awkward tones of the ignorant mother in the shopping mall, not wanting her child to see. 

"You rock, kid, seeing the hair first. Pity every one else just sees the fucking wheelchair." Her voice rose with an edge of anger to it. 

At that point, the lift shuddered to its stop on the ground floor, and she prepared to get rolling. 

"Have a good one. See ya." Her anger had dropped, I wasn't the stupid mother. 

"Hey," I called after her. She stopped and turned her head to me. 

"I like the colour of your lipstick, that's what I see, today." 

She held her eyes on mine for a two count, and with a big smile, she turned her arms to the wheels and circled away, head down in concentration. 

Fuck, she's got a cute smile. I smiled to myself. 

The next day I got an email  

So I wander down to the other end of the floor, and Amelia is the woman with the brightly coloured hair, the sass, the red lips and the wheelchair. From the door, though, she is seated behind her desk and I can't see the wheelchair. She's not defined by the wheels. But she sure as hell is defined by those ruby red lips and her Cleopatra eyes, and her rainbow twisted hair. 

As I talk the work and we work the talk, getting the job done, I see that Amelia is not only the kind of woman who stands out in a room but the kind of woman who owns the room. I realise I am in the presence of a seriously smart woman here. Which, to be honest, makes a change from the pony-tail flicking blondes with their long legs and swaying hips, but dumb as a row of lipsticks on their dressing tables. 

Amelia though, wow. Sitting across from her, pointing out this and that in the documents in front of us, I'm finding it hard to keep my eyes on her face. I've got to be professional here, but her edgy twist of hair draping down her shoulder, fuck, it's like a rainbow leading down to a pot of gold. And in her case, the pot of gold at the end of her rainbow, Rapunzel with a paint brush, is the most delightful cleft of cleavage I've seen for a while. 

In the lifts, looking down on her, you'd think I might have noticed that. But I realised she hid herself there with her carry bag and her big baggy coat to keep the cold away. 

Even now, she's speaking with her hands, and nothing is still. In between all the movement I catch snippets and glimpses of Amelia's throat and the smooth slide of pale skin into a sweet divide of breast. 

"Ah, Alex, did you get that last point? Stay with me, here." 

Fuck, my mind's drifted. I lift my eyes from where my gaze has settled, and I mentally shake away the gorgeous glimmer of flesh that stayed my look. My focus sharpens, but hers' is sharper. As my eyes move back to her face I see that she has stilled a perfectly arched eyebrow, slightly raised and quizzical. She knows the answer already. There's no point pretending. 

"Um, yes, sorry, my mind drifted a bit, got distracted for a moment there." 

Amelia took a twist of hair in her hand, coiled it around twice, then straightened the fall of colour against her shoulder and down her arm. 

"What, not seen a woman with brightly coloured hair before?" 

Then rested one black tipped finger on her ruby red lips, and tapped them, once. 

"Or is it this shade of red that's off putting? I'm not putting you off am I, not little old me?" 

She laughed, the most delightful contralto laugh, rich and amused, joyous in the effect she had on me. Me the cool one, not. 

"Let's go for lunch," she said, and pushed back from her desk to reach for her jacket from the coat-stand behind. I'd forgotten the wheels, there was too much else to remember. 

"Are you OK with your coat, can I help you on with that?" 

"What, I'm in a wheelchair, I can't put my own coat on?" 

"Ah no, I always offer to help a woman into her coat. Same as I let a woman go through a door first. And you know, I'll even walk on the outside of the pavement for you, to stop the splashes from the horse's hooves wetting your ankles. And if there's a puddle, I'll lay my own cloak down over it, so you don't get your feet dirty." 

A beat. 

"Or, in your case, your tyres dirty. Come on, proud Mary, let's go." 

She reached out her hand as she rolled past, just a touch on my sleeve, to acknowledge what I was on about. Apology accepted, Amelia. 

And that started an occasional pattern of lunches with Amelia, not often, every couple, three weeks or so. We worked in the same company, so our work roles coincided every now and then, and we were professional colleagues. We just happened to get on. Mostly though, unless we organised ourselves to get together, it was the lift that kept us connected. 

"Hold that lift, would you?" 

"Going down, all the way?" 

"See ya, have a good one." 

Over the next several months Amelia's hair went through a couple of different shades and cuts. She favoured a short, shaved or buzz cut up the one side of her skull, and different lengths of shag or spike or layers down the other. Her skull was the perfect shape for short hair, beautifully contoured. 

"I do hair modelling," she revealed, "and my hair-dresser loves me, because I never say no. I think I'm a natural brunette, but I've not seen that colour since I was about sixteen. I got really bored with the long haired blonde biddy look, all girls the same, and just went and changed my hair one day, bright red. Me mums almost died!" 

She smiled, remembering the reaction from her parents. 

"Still, they couldn't really complain, given their lifestyle and choices. Sent a pic to my dad, he loved it - 'apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it hon?' he said - once a family is on the edge, always on the edge." 

I was used by now to Amelia's cryptic reveals, little one liners dropped along the way, as if it was all perfectly natural, just part of her life. And of course, all these things were part of what made her, what forged her, her life. 

I soon saw a pattern in her. Amelia would realise she had just let slip a reveal, like a magician weaving a spell slowly, and pause. Her eyes would focus a million miles away, just for a second, and then she would be back. With a small nod of her head, she would tell me something about herself. Or with a small shake, she would decide, no. Or not yet. Don't know about never - we've not got that far, not yet. 

I found myself doing a similar thing. I would tell her some things about myself, or I would choose not to tell. I revealed, once, that I had taken myself off to life drawing classes a few times, and had kept drawing, from photos mostly, but occasionally live models. 

"I'd invite you up to my attic to see my etchings, but I've got two problems with that." 

"Oh, what are the problems?" 

"Well, I've not got an attic, for a start. Plus, if I did have an attic, it would have high, narrow stairs. And I'm fucked if I know how I'd get you up there. Don't think you'd like a fireman's lift. Too undignified for you, to be draped over a shoulder. Proud Mary, you." 

Amelia smiled at this - we'd got to a point where we could laugh about the inconvenience of her wheelchair. She would take the piss, herself, mostly, and after a while I'd figured out what was OK, what was not. 

"Maybe you could go check out my tumblr blog, I post my drawings there." 

"I might do that. What's your blog's name?" 

The next day was a Saturday. Amelia called me. She'd not done that before. 

"A, can you come over to my place?" 

She didn't sound her usual confident self, even over the phone. 

"Some of your drawings. They touched me. It's important." 

I could sense something was different in her voice. A quietness, but a tension at the same time. What was it in my drawings that had struck a chord? Which drawings? 

Amelia's place was a ground floor apartment, a single wide corridor with practical open spaces off to one side, a line of four bay windows down the other, sunlight streaming in. Each alcove contained a low window seat, scattered with cushions and comfortable quilts. Amelia buzzed me in the front door. She was in one of the alcoves, her back propped up on a set of cushions, her thin legs stretched out on the quilted bench. 

As usual with Amelia, she was dressed in black. This day she was wearing a folded Japanese style jacket, long sleeves wrapped around her arms, and a panel across her breasts. The pants were made from the same material, a soft cotton. Her feet were covered by a pair of thick socks, warm on her feet. Today though, her usual rings and braids and bangles weren't on her fingers, nor her forearms. This day, her flesh was bare from its usual metal and leather adornments. 

Her hair was twisted high and coiled up on her head, the colours held in place with two long ivory hair pins. She looked different today, a touch of Japanese about her, a geisha. She gestured me to sit in a chair beside her, and as her arm settled to her lap the sleeve rose up her arm, and I saw the white coil of a rope, a thin white rope about her wrist. 

"What is it Amelia, what's happened?" 

"Two of your drawings. Two of your drawings in particular, they moved me." 

"Which ones? Why?" 

Amelia looked at me, more seriously than I had ever seen her look at me, more intensely than ever before. 

"Stand by me, give me your hand." 

And she took my hand in hers, raised it to the side of her face, and placed it upon her cheek. As she did so, the wide sleeve opened wide, and around her forearm I saw rope was intricately knotted and wrapped, doubled and looped, making a complex pattern on her flesh. She was still, her only touch a lightness on my arm. 

"Touch my hair, run your fingers through my hair. You've seen the smooth shaved side of my skull. Now touch the other side. I don't show it." 

Curious, but just a little scared now, a little uncertain, I slowly ran my fingers through her hair, tentatively tracing my finger tips over her skull. At first, as I slowly moved my fingers off her cheek, her skin was smooth, and my fingers ran through her hair. And then, I felt ripples, a roughness, scars. I stopped the movement, and kneeled before her, my knees on the floor, looking up into her big eyes, and she gazed down at me, a huge depth in her dark eyes. 

"Your painting, your orange and yellow painting of the slim, nude girl with the pink scarf. Her breast, her gone breast and the scar there. You wrote of her bravery, and you could have written those words for me. I wanted you to write those words for me. You've not seen me, so you couldn't draw me, but those words, you could have written them for me." 

The scar on the side of her head, covered always by the long braid and fall of her hair, it was one of Amelia's scars, from the car crash. She was sharing one part of the biggest event in her life. Her life changer. 

"You say two drawings moved you, Amelia. Which was the second one?" 

My voice was low, a slight tremor in it. The rope around her arm was giving me a clue. 

"The one you called Rope and Veil. How did you know to draw that one?" 

The drawing was charcoal and pastel - a nude torso of a curved woman, hips wide and belly rounded, breasts high and perfect nipples, the full curves of her breast separated by white thread and turns of rope, intricate patterns laced upon her skin. The face in the drawing was covered, hidden, by the fall of a veil, a pink veil falling past her waist. Pink, like the fall of Amelia's hair, hiding the scars on her skull. 

"I've told you that I'm a hair model and my head is a blank canvas. I also found someone else, another artist, and my body is another kind of canvas. Stand there and look. I can see that you will get it, I won't need to explain. Look at me." 

She has no pity for herself, and she has none for me. She commands me to look. Amelia doesn't move from the alcove. With her strong arms she pushes herself higher, more upright, and places her legs before her, straight on the bench, not moving. They can't move unless hands move them or her body drags them. Her legs can't move. 

She lifts both her arms high and the sleeves fall and open. Both forearms are twisted and patterned with rope, fine cords maybe a quarter of an inch wide, double cords wrapped around her flesh. The coils are not tight, she can move her arms freely. But the ropes mark her skin. The white of the rope is whiter than her skin, and her flesh is pale. Other than her hair, her eyes, her lips, Amelia's skin is a pale glimmer from within the blackness of her wrapped gown, twisted around with the stranded rope. 

Her gaze on mine is steady, her lips full, their natural colour but still a rich redness, but serious, no smile now. Amelia looks down, and my eyes follow her new gaze, and she looks at her hand as it goes to the first of the five buttons down the edge of cloth, tight over her full breasts. 

Amelia's long fingers undo the first button, and the cloth falls forward, revealing more of the pale skin at the base of her throat, a shadow of the clavicle a line towards the curve of her shoulder, but the curve of her arm not seen yet. 

The second button undone, and she pulls the panel of cloth forward and it folds on the rise of her breast. I realise her breasts are not their usual softly rounded, high curved shape, but a longer, more tubular shape under the cloth. The undoing of the second button reveals a high pair of ropes angled down from her shoulders, disappearing over the high rise of her breasts and down into her cleavage.

Her eyes rise and her gaze is to my face, and my eyes keep hers. I am watching, and following her slowness. Her eyes drop once more, and I see her fingers undo the third button, and it is half way down her torso, and there is now a big triangle of folded cloth, and one breast is almost fully exposed. The rope twists under the flesh of her breast and around the base of it, two turns coiled around, and the rope separates the flesh of her breast from her body, and it's a long cylinder of flesh, slightly darkening, a pink blush of colour on her skin. 




Rope and Veil Pt. 02



This is a sequel to Rope and Veil. As with that story, any mistakes or misunderstanding of the issues facing PWD communities are mine and mine alone; and I hope I don't cause offence. 

A key element of the story was inspired by Pascale Honore, a woman with paraplegia. Use your favourite search engine.

--ooo OOO ooo --

"Alex, take me down to the sand, be my legs today."

We're staying in a small town in the far north of the state, where Amelia's grand-parents built their summer retreat before she was born. By the ocean, this is the town where Amelia first found her love of water and learned to swim like a fish. When her mother returned to her family for southern Christmases, Amelia was a gleeful child, a dolphin skimming down the waves. She was dark and small and ran like a sprite.

She parked her wheelchair at the top of the dunes, where the grass ended and the soft sands began. The chair placed so conspicuously declared her presence.

"The town gossips might as well know I'm the woman in the wheelchair, right from the start. They'll get used to me quicker that way."

The existence of the sand gave Amelia the shits the first day when the wheels bogged, but she was kind to me by taking her own weight on her arms around my neck, and I carried her lightly onto the beach, rewarded with a kiss.

"Alex, slather me with sun cream, this sun is glorious on my skin, so warm. Thanks, my darling man."

She wore a black bikini, high cut on her hips and a lovely curve over her ass, the top cupping her perfect breasts. Amelia goes a darkness in the sun, her skin colouring with some ancestral trace, and our bodies quickly become a contrast. Her darkness and my lighter tan, my hair turning blond in the sun and salt; her coloured hair, flame red at the moment but that will change next month. She's never constant, but she's always Amelia. Summer by the ocean, there is no better time. Amelia by the sea, there is no better woman. Amelia anywhere, really. She doesn't need a place.

Amelia lay on her front, and I rubbed the cream onto her long legs and up over her slender, muscled back, lingering over her shoulders. I wished she was lying on her back, her breasts a delight for my eyes.

"You're horny, aren't you? I can always tell, your fingers slow on my skin."

"Who wouldn't be horny, looking at you, Amelia? God, look at you, lying there all tanned and gorgeous in a black bikini, barely there."

"Oh go on, fuck off and collect some shells or something. I'm just getting to a good bit in this book, you can wait..."

She paused, two beats and a promise.

"Besides, it's a public beach and there's too much sand."

The problem with Amelia is that she's right. It's a public beach, and of course there's sand. It's a beach.

I wandered off to the edge of the water, scattering sprays with my feet and kicking the water into flickering patterns. 

At this end of the beach, fishermen back between the wars cleared rocks from the shallow reef, making a wide landing place for their boats. Now, the place was a small lagoon, and when the tide was low, safe for children, the sandy bottom slowly sloping away to about six feet deep. Some two hundred yards out from the shore, a low reef broke the surf, and kids bobbed on their boards. Out there, I saw snorkels, and remembered Amelia telling me about fish on the reef.

I looked back up the beach to Amelia, but she was engrossed in her book and didn't see my wave. I did as I was told, and bent to collect some shells. She'll want to see them when I go back to her, to wonder at their colours and shiny surfaces. She'll turn them over in her long fingers and trace the corrugations on the shells, all tactile and sensual. I'll watch her fingers, fascinated, and I'll want them tracing along the shaft of my cock. Amelia's touch is always worth waiting for. Her fingers have no weight, they float across the surface of my skin, bringing shivers to my spine.

My fingers on her skin are less successful, sadly. She can see my caress, and know its intent is true; but sometimes I wish she could feel my love for her on every inch of her body.

Her gaze was strong and direct as she watched me return to our wide towel on the beach. I knelt by her side, and dropped a small pile of shells in front of her. It's a little offering.

"Did you read more of the chapter?" She'd sent me away, and I wanted to know it was worth it.

"No. I didn't read another word. I wanted to watch you walk along the beach, bend down, stand up, kick the water, bring me shells."

Sometimes I can't keep up with Amelia. I thought she wanted me gone so she could finish her chapter. No, she wanted me gone so she could see me come back to her.

"I love watching you, Alex. You're a fucking Adonis, you know that? All tall and golden and blond. I watch the women looking at you, and I see their eyes narrow and glint. They want you so bad. I see them look across at me, here on the sand. Sometimes their astonishment shows, before they can hide it."

"Yeah, well, just because you can't walk on the sand, doesn't mean you can't have the hottest man on the beach. Fuck 'em. They can check me out all they like, but only you can have me!" 

But I was flattered, of course I was, that the other women on the beach were jealous of Amelia.

She rolled onto her back and propped herself against me, resting her weight on one elbow. She'd undone the string of her bikini top, and as she re-arranged herself the black scraps of cloth slid to the towel. Her breasts were the same dark tan as the rest of her, her nipples darker circles with a small tightness at their centre. Amelia reached for the sun cream and rubbed it onto her arms, breasts and belly.

"Can you rub the cream in on my legs?"

She knows that I love to care for her long, thin legs, and she watched my hands caress the cream into her scarred thighs, the long gouge on her right thigh still pale, never tanning. The lighter, more regular cutting scars were silvering with time, fading memories. I stretched down to rub cream over her lower legs and feet. As I did so, I felt her gentle touch upon my waist sensing the twist of muscle under my skin. Whenever Amelia sees my fingers on her legs, which she cannot feel, she rests her fingers somewhere on my skin, which she can.

"Can you believe that my mother, when she first came here for summer hols, used to rub baby oil on her skin, deliberately, to go brown?"

"You're kidding, you mean she would lie in the sun and just cook? Jesus, that's asking for skin cancer, isn't it?" 

I was incredulous. I'd met Amelia's mum, couldn't imagine her cooking herself in the sun. 

"You'd think so. Probably just as well mum lives in England most of the time. Mind you, by the time I first came here, proper sun block lotions were being used. I don't remember though, I was only little."

She looked around, down to the water, and back up to the dunes.

"I've just realised something." The tone of her voice changed, and I knew from past experience that I was going to hear some quiet reveal.

"This beach, maybe even right here, this must have been the place my grand-dad died, that first Christmas I was here. I must have been about three. I can't remember a thing.

"Apparently, the whole family had come up to the holiday house for Christmas. Mum's younger brother drove back south the day before we all arrived, so he wasn't here when it happened. Mum, Judy and I flew from England on Boxing Day, and we'd only been here a day when grand-dad died. Mum said he'd taken me for a swim, right there in the lagoon, came out of the water, and bang, collapsed and died right here on the beach. That's not fucking right, is it?"

"God, it's like he waited until he'd seen all his children, and you. Fucking hell, that's cruel, isn't it? Fuck."

Nothing more could be said. Amelia was too young to remember, but I was reminded just how quickly the impossible can happen and change everything. No, that's not fucking right.

After ten or fifteen minutes, our silence together became a stillness, and I felt Amelia's fingers press on my skin. I squeezed her shoulder and kissed her hair, affectionately. I suppose love and death go together, and being with Amelia reminded me all the time about life. Being around her, I'd learned never to take anything for granted. 

Her fingers were a slow, unconscious movement, circling softly on my flesh. In the drowsy heat of the sun, the touch of her fingers soothed me into a doze. Then her fingers were slower on my skin.

"Alex, take me into the water."

I looked down at her, and saw that her nipples were tight and taut. She was aroused, and I'm so slow. Maybe not such an unconscious movement, then. Perhaps sex and death go together, as well as love.

I took her up in my arms, and she clung tightly to me like she was drowning, but we're not even in the water yet.

In the water, Amelia wrapped her arms around me until I was waist deep. She slid from my arms and swam in circles around me, her strong arms pulling through the water like her palms turned the wheels of her chair. Her legs trailed behind her like a mermaid's tail, and the water freed her. She dove down between my legs, and when she surfaced, she flung her arms around me, droplets of water a rainbow around her as she flicked her hair.

"Further out, come on, let's go where it's deeper. Where no-one can see."

Her voice was joyous, laughing. She was weightless in the warm water, and her bare breasts had become perfect globes, her hard nipples tighter still. My cock hardened in my swimming briefs. Her hand went down inside them and gripped me, tight. She pushed herself away from me, her feet knocking against my body. Amelia's body curved in the water around me, but she's so quick, she's gone.

She must have dived deeper, I couldn't see her. I felt a tug on my legs. Amelia was a flurry below the surface, struggling to get my swimming trunks down my legs. My cock bounced free, hard up against my gut, but she wasn't interested in that, she was still wrestling my trunks down my legs. Amelia pushed me, causing me to lose my balance, and as I floundered she finally managed to pull the trunks from my feet.

We both surfaced, gasping for air, and she swam away from me, the black cloth of my trunks held high as a victory flag in her hand.

"Come on, merman, come chase your mermaid. What, can't you catch me?"

Amelia's taunting was a challenge, and I lunged for her, determined to net her.

"Come on, merboy, you wuss."

Fuck, she was fast, her body turning and spiralling, fluid. I lunged, managing to grab her foot. She felt her body slow, and I was upon her, my chest against her full breasts, my arms wrapped behind her back. I caught my balance, spreading both feet on the sand so I could support both of us in the water. I stood on the bottom of the lagoon, and the water was just below my chest. Amelia wrapped her body around mine, my erection hard in one hand, her other hand behind my head. She pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me deeply, her tongue all salty, her breath still fast from her exertion.

As we kissed, Amelia began a slow back and forth rub around me, pressing her breasts against my torso, arousing herself with the press of her nipples against my body. I stood like a rock on a reef, and she undulated against me like some exotic fish. Her hand held my cock, no movement there, just a light grip from her fingers. She slowed herself around me, focussed on our long kiss. 

Amelia loved to linger on my mouth, her tongue darting, her teeth biting my lip, sucking my lips between hers. The salty sea changed the taste of us, and the briny tang was a stronger scent. The usual perfume of our sex was washed away, and out there in the lagoon we became creatures of a watery world, no longer land locked but some floating, connected thing.

Her hand was on my cock, and the feeling in the water was so different. Instead of heat there was a liquid coolness, and instead of hot breath there was a smooth flow. Amelia let go of my mouth and our kiss, took a deep breath and was on me, her mouth sucked to the head of my shaft, her tongue replacing the ebb of the water. She clung to me there for some twenty seconds, the sensation in my shaft all new and liquid soft. Then, with a burst of bubbles, she surfaced.

"That's impossible, I don't have gills," she laughed, her eyes sparkling.

Just as Amelia said it, she surged against my body, driven by a rising wave that passed across the lagoon. She looked out to sea.

"The tide's coming in. It always does that, the sea surges across the reef. In a little while, there'll be surf breaking out there. Take me out further, I want to ride a wave in as far as I can."

She'd forgotten about my cock. She couldn't ride me out here as she could on land, her hand a swooning stroke, her breasts a place to spill my seed upon, her mouth a delight to do it all again. Amelia lived in the moment, and the moment was now, with surf about to break. 

I started to swim, a strong breast-stroke, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, riding half on, half off my back. Coupled together in the lagoon, we swam for five minutes and got ourselves another hundred yards out. The water was shallower out there on the reef, and again I got my balance and supported her body. The surface of the sea was choppy and rough, the incoming waves were starting to break.

"Can you do it, Amelia, can you get yourself all the way in?"

"Of course I bloody can. I was body surfing this reef when I was eight. Not having legs that can kick won't stop me. We'll just time it so you can push me on to the right wave, and my arms and the sea will do the rest."

I'd learned when Amelia says of course I bloody can do something, it means she bloody will do it. God help any one who gets in her way. 

She grinned at me, her eyes as bright as the sky above our heads.

"Anyway, you'll need to come in with me, or you'll be walking from the water naked."

What? Oh shit, she's wrapped my swimming trunks about her upper arm so as not to lose them. 

"OK, I reckon we've got another five minutes before the waves will break just right. We need to pass the time."

On dry land Amelia can rise my cock with her hands and mouth and have me gasping in three minutes or less. Or she can edge me for an hour and then make me explode at her whim. Out there in the surging water, she played with me while she waited for the sea to rise, her hand a slow, idle stroke.

"What's the matter, lover, can't you keep afloat?"

Jesus, I loved being teased by Amelia, even if she's only passing the time while the sea rises. She was distracted, waiting for the surf to rise, idly stroking my shaft. She looked at me with that special gaze I knew so well, her gentle smile creasing the sides of her eyes. My mind flashed back to the first time I was truly distracted by her, that day in her office, the beginning of my long delight in Amelia. Her quizzical eyebrow raised as I lost my concentration. Amelia's eyes, the door to her soul, my light.

Her hand left my shaft, and she positioned herself beside me. The waves were building up now, breaking around us.

"When I say go, push me as fast as you can on to the front of the wave. If I get the timing right, these waves will break behind me and take me in a fair way. You catch the next one, and I'll see you close to the shore!"

Amelia was excited by the physical exuberance of it all, the flurry of the surf, the idea of speeding down the front of the wave, the freedom the power of the surging water gave her. Her lost legs became a sea creature's tail.

"Come on Alex, let's do this."

Amelia launched herself onto the top of the next wave, and with a firm push with my hands about her waist she matched the speed of the surging break. Her strong arms did the rest and she was away. I watched the flash of her cropped red hair and the black armband of swimming trunks wrapped around her upper arm. She was sheer speed, gone with the breaking surf. I looked back out to sea to gauge the next wave, and then I too positioned myself, ready to chase my Amelia.

I said that once, to her face, and was met with her quizzical eyebrow.

"Your Amelia, Alex? I don't think so. You're my Alex. Surely you know that by now?" 

The smile in her eyes when she said it, her smile said it all. Her Alex. My Amelia. I think we'd both fallen in love, somewhere between the rope and the wheels and the veil. Strange, that we say fallen. For us, it seemed to happen more side by side with a stillness, a circling, an enrapture. Perhaps you only fall if there's a safety net. With Amelia, whose whole life was a plummet, headlong and fearless, was our love only a moment, suspended and timeless before we fell? There was no safety net with Amelia. She was free fall, all the way.

That's what she did to me, Amelia. Thinking tiny moments of mortality and immortality, all mixed together in a split second, on a fulcrum, poised on the top of a wave. Amelia was gone, and without her I was nothing. So I plummeted down that wave, a momentary pause before the rush, chasing Amelia.

The surf surged around me, and I was exhilarated, speeding, my whole body rigid on the front slope of the wave. Ahead, I saw Amelia's red hair flash in the white tumble of her own wave, and the black flash of the arm band as she took another stroke to keep up her speed. 

Then, oh shit, I'd misjudged the breaking power of my wave, and I was tumbling, tumbling, tumbling under the water. I instinctively curled myself into a ball to shrink my size in the pummelling surf, to make myself smaller against its power. My shoulder hit the bottom and dragged against the sand. Then I was behind the wave, clawing for the surface in its afterwash. Jesus, that was scary. Almost sobbing for breath, I threw my head high and gasped for air. Fuck.

Was Amelia all right? If the sea did this to me, what was it doing to her slighter body? I swam hard after her in a lull between the waves, and then there was another break behind me and I was pushed forward by the surf, again. Damn. This water's dangerous. I needed to get to Amelia.

Where is she? Thank Christ, there she is in a smoother band of water, her red head acting as a beacon in the white water behind the break. She'd come off the back of her wave, her speed dropping quickly,and I could see her turning, looking for me. She raised her arm in the air as a sign, and I swam to her.

"Fuck, Amelia, I got dumped. That was fucking scary."

"You OK?" She clutched her arms around me, "here, I've got you."

I scrambled my feet for the bottom and managed to stand, but it was my arms around her neck this time, I was the one clinging on.

"God, city boy, I never thought. I'm so used to this sea, I forgot."

She held my head and looked into my eyes, her concern a laser drilling into me.

"Oh Alex, it's alright." She'd seen a fear in my eyes and needed to sooth me. "Here, put these back on, and we'll go back to the beach."

I took my trunks from her, and pulled them back up my legs. As I did so she took my shrunken cock in her hand.

"Wow, you really did get scared, didn't you?" 

Her hand was gentle, holding my shrunken cock and balls. I couldn't blame the cold sea, not this time. 

I pushed through the water with Amelia holding on behind until it was too shallow. I bent to take her in my arms to carry her back up to our spot on the beach. This time, though, she was the strength for both of us. I was just a pair of legs carrying us both from the water. 

"Maybe, Amelia, I should swim here only when the water's low. That was pretty scary."

She looked at me intently for maybe five seconds, then took my hand and squeezed my fingers.

"No. You'll be fine. It's only the first time it's shit. It always gets easier. You'll see."




Rope and Veil Pt. 02



I was humbled. Amelia was right - it always got easier. I mean, look at her.

"You know, that point break out there is one of the best on the whole coast." 

Amelia pointed towards the headland, maybe half a kilometre or so away to the south. 

"When the big southerlies are blowing, I've seen guys ride a wave all the way in. The waves build up as they come around the headland, and then break all the way along those rocks. I never did it when I was a girl, I was too small. Even I knew mum was right when she said, 'Amelia, you can't do that. Wait till you're older.' But I never did it."

She was wistful, sitting there propped against my body, looking out to sea. She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Take me back to the house. I need to look after you, don't I? My poor Alex."

I wasn't arguing with Amelia. I'd been spooked out there in the surf, and I wanted to forget. Amelia would look after me but in doing so, she'd always remember what in her was gone. Fuck. That's not right.

That night Amelia was nervous and edgy for some reason, and I was still spooked and shaken by what had happened out in the surf. Sex was the furthest thing from our minds, but love wasn't. I felt small like a child, with my head cradled to her breast. Amelia's soothing fingers ran through my hair, caressing me to sleep. During the night I reached for her warmth, each time I woke. She was there, each time I reached for her, warm beside me like some wild animal, coiled and alert.

In the morning I woke after Amelia, vaguely conscious of her movements around the small cottage we were staying in, followed by a silence. When I finally stirred, I saw that she had left me a note: Gone to the cafe for breakfast. Join me there. 

Up in the small shopping centre I found her sitting at an outside table at our favourite cafe, talking excitedly to a fit looking guy, tanned and tall.

"Alex, I can do it. This is Sam, he can help me. I can do it."

Excitement was in her voice and in every movement of her talking hands, even if I had no idea what she was on about.

"What are you on about, Amelia? What can you do? Hi, Sam, good to meet you. I'm Alex." I laughed, "sometimes Amelia tells me what's going on."

"Hey man, surfing, we're talking surfing. Amelia saw me with the board, and we started chatting. I was telling her that I'd been surfing the headland break. Man, that's one of the best rides. She told me how she's always wanted to surf it, from when she was a grommet."

Amelia gripped my hand. "We reckon we can do it, Alex. Sam and I can surf it."

I was finally cottoning on to their conversation, and could see why Amelia was so excited.

"How can you surf it, Amelia? You can't stand on the board."

"I don't need to stand. Sam can stand, I just have to hang on!"

She proceeded to tell me her idea, which sounded crazy.

"Can you do it, Sam, is it possible?"

"It sure is. Man, Amelia so wants to do it. I'm willing."

That was that, then. The will to do it had been mentioned, and when it came to will, Amelia was the expert. You didn't raise doubts when Amelia decided she wanted something. We chatted some more, then Sam got up to go.

"I'll get some shit organised," he said. "I'll call you guys. Keep an eye on the forecasts. We'll need a good southerly to push the break around the corner."

After he went Amelia talked it all through once more. She wasn't trying to convince me, she was convincing herself. 

As we chatted, the cafe filled up with the morning rush, the noise rising and the waiters hurrying. I felt a touch on my arm, and there beside me stood a young girl, holding the hand of an old woman.

"Can we share your table, please? The whole place is full, except here."

"Of course you can," Amelia replied. "Please, join us."

"Here Granny, we can sit here with these people. Can you manage?"

"Bless you, child. You're a treasure for your old Gran. Yes, just put my hand on the back of the chair, I'll be fine then."

I looked up at the old woman's face, and realised she was blind. She was old, very old, her dark skin wrinkled, and her face showed a hard life, long lived. Her gnarled, arthritic hand skimmed the back of the chair, sensing its direction and shape. With a surprising grace, for she was a big woman, she swung her body to the seat and positioned herself. She was almost regal sitting there with her body straight, both gnarled hands resting on the pommel of a carved stick.

"Thank you for letting us join you. Please, don't let us interrupt you."

"No, no, it's fine. There's room for all of us." Amelia was always willing to share what she had, her generosity of spirit most of all.

The waiter came by and took the couple's order, and we asked for two more coffees for ourselves. Once the drinks were in front of us, I noticed the little girl was whispering in her grandmother's ear, while all the time gazing at Amelia. People did that with Amelia, adults tending to see the wheelchair with a person in it; the kids seeing the young woman with the colourful hair and the bright red lips.

"Is the lady beautiful, child? You know I can't see. I'm sure she is. Her voice is beautiful, I can hear that for sure."

Amelia glanced at me, and squeezed my hand with that gentle pressure that always signalled one of her reveries, the way she always arrived at a moment.

"Would you like to see my face?" she asked the old woman, facing her directly so there would be no doubt who she was talking to.

"My girl says you're beautiful, so yes, if I may, I would be honoured to see you. I love beauty. I surround myself with it, wherever I can."

The little girl gazed at her grandmother as she said this, and her smile was radiant. Her young freshness was clearly part of the old woman's beautiful world.

Amelia moved herself closer to the old woman and took one of her gnarled hands in hers, placing it in her own open palm so the older woman could sense her position. Amelia glanced across at me and, with a silence in her eyes, mouthed the words, "it's OK." 

Amelia sat with her arms resting on the table. The old woman lightly touched her fingers over the palms of Amelia's up-turned hands, tracing the shape of her long fingers. Slowly she moved her gnarled fingers up the younger woman's fore-arms and over her biceps.

"You've got some strength in those arms, girl," she said, her voice low with a slight quiver to it.

"Yes, I'm in wheelchair, my arms are strong."

"A long time ago then," the old woman murmured. How could she sense the years of Amelia's strength, just from feeling her muscle? Her fingers moved slowly up from Amelia's shoulders to the long line of her neck. I could see the woman exploring every part of my woman's throat, her fingers the most gentle trace.

"Ah, there's a pride in you, lass. I can feel it in the way you hold your head. High and proud. You're like my own daughter, this little one's mother, she's a strong woman too. Needs a strong man, that one, to match her." She laughed. "She finds them, my Clio. You got a strong man, lass?"

Amelia looked at me, her eyes soft.

"Yes, I think I've got a strong man. He puts up with me, anyway."

The old woman's fingers were a caress on Amelia's face, a gentle movement up the side of her cheeks to her temples. I could see her tracing the creases at the sides of Amelia's eyes, feeling the smile there.

"Ah girl, you've a joy on your face, I feel it from your eyes. That man of yours, he loves you and there's joy for you?"

Surprised, I saw Amelia's eyes glisten. There were few tears with Amelia, but somehow this old woman tracing her beauty was summoning them. Amelia reached out her hand to find mine, and she clutched it, hard.

"Oh lass, don't cry just because an old woman sees your love. You cry when the love goes, not now, lass, not now."

Amelia gripped my hand again, harder this time.

Then the woman cupped my Amelia's face in the palms of her hands and lightly traced the shape of her whole face and then her whole head with those caring hands. She paused as her fingers ran over the scars on the side of Amelia's head. The old woman didn't say a word, but held her hand there for a moment, as if feeling the reminder of Amelia's pain, long ago.

"My little girl is right. There's a beauty in you, girl." She patted Amelia's arm. "It's not just the outside, either. You've a beauty inside you, girl. Thank you for letting an old lady see."

Amelia took the woman's hands in hers and squeezed them tightly.

"I don't think anyone has looked at me as closely as you did just then," Amelia said, her voice soft. "I felt so open to you, your fingers traced my skin with a tenderness I've not felt before, I felt so open. So loved."

"Ah girl, that's because this old lady lost her eyes, but not her sight. Folk with eyes think they can see, but they don't feel so much. My finger tips, they feel deep. 'Specially, girl, with someone like you who is layers on layers deep. Bless you girl, I don't see beauty like yours much nowsadays. What's your name lass, would you share that with an old woman?"

"I'm Amelia. That's who I am. Amelia."

The old woman reached down and gathered her woven bag into her hands.

"Bless you, Amelia, for sharing your name. A name's a powerful thing." 

She gave one last touch to Amelia's cheek, ever such a gentle touch, her fingers ever so light on her skin. 

"That man of yours, has he seen you close? Teach him how, lass, teach him how to see. He'll never forget if he sees you deep, really deep."

I heard the old woman's words, but I felt I had missed out on something here. Something had gone between the two women, that was clear, but some of that thing had passed me by. Was this what they called women's business, a deep secret story that only women knew? Amelia would tell me later, if I asked; and if she could tell.

"Come child, say goodbye to Amelia. Your eyes see true, pet. She is a beauty, ah yes, isn't she just." It was as if the old lady was talking to herself now.

The little girl looked at both of us sitting there, Amelia and I, and she smiled. In that moment, we were both blessed by the girl's radiance, her broad grin.

"Goodness, those two were a presence, weren't they?" Amelia commented, once they had gone.

"What was it like, when she touched you like that? I've never seen that before, such gentleness."

Amelia touched her own cheek with the tips of her fingers. She closed her eyes, then reached out and touched my face, so gently. Amelia's touch on my skin was often delicate, gentle, a butterfly's kiss, a linger. But this time, it was a stillness. She nodded, slowly, just once, and whispered, "I think I see it. If I close my eyes, I'll see you better. I just need to focus more."

She looked at me with her frank, open gaze, her eyes wide. "Later, Alex, when it's dark. We can look at each other then. I think I get what she was saying to me. Later."

We spent the rest of the day between the house, the sea and the beach. Out in the lagoon Amelia wrapped her hand around me again, holding my hardness lightly, teasing me with her ebb and flow. Her kisses were deep and her salty mouth warm, her tight tongue probing my lips. She didn't insist on riding the surf, and I was relieved. She was more confident than I in the water. City boy was right, calm water and an olympic pool were more my style. She loved the water, it made her body weightless.

Early that evening Sam rang. "Gaffer tape and a fisherman's knife, that's what you'll need. Tomorrow or the day after, maybe, if the forecasts are right. I've got an inflatable, and a wet suit that will fit Amelia."

It was on then. Amelia's ride.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

Two days later we were out in the inflatable boat, out by the headland. We were in open water, the boat regularly rising up and down, the horizon swaying. To the east, out to sea, there was the long haul of the Pacific, white capped out to the horizon. In towards the long beach, the rock covered run of the headland break was dark gray and wet, gulls rising from the shore. As Sam had predicted, the swell was turning on the headland and running a long surging break down the rocks, in towards the lagoon.

Each wave would roll down the shore, with a breaking front maybe twenty to twenty-five metres wide. As always with the ocean, every sixth or seventh swell was higher, more powerful. The idea was to catch one of the bigger swells, and ride it as far as it went.

Amelia was pumped, her colour high and excited. She was slinked into a tight wetsuit, the tight cleavage of her high breasts curving delectably, the suit's zipper nestled between. Looking at her, curved in black, her long legs slender, I felt my own excited weight in the base of my belly, and my cock filled against the cold. Not enough to be obvious, just enough to remind me.

Sam was also clad in a full length wet suit, an essential part of the plan. He kneeled and got his balance in the shifting craft. Amelia pressed herself to Sam's back, and held herself close to his solid, muscled body. I felt a momentary twinge of jealousy. Fuck, why didn't I surf? I had to let someone else give Amelia this thrill, because I couldn't do it. Damn, I couldn't always be Amelia's man. That's not right.

But this was for Amelia, not me, so I grabbed the roll of gaffer tape and bound them together at the waist, Amelia's crotch tight against the tight muscle of Sam's ass. Amelia's arms and upper body were strong, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to hold herself high on Sam's back, her arms gripped tight to his chest. Her legs though, couldn't flow loose, so I lifted first one leg high and ran a circle of tape around her calf and strapped it to the lower part of his thigh, and then the other. We'd figured out the best way to do this on dry land, sorting out their geometries, sorting out how to fit their bodies together, tight.

"Just as well I don't mind being bound," Amelia grinned, her eyes sparkling at me.

"Did I miss something?" Sam asked, unable to see the flushed face of the woman on his back, this woman so alive. Amelia, so alive.

"Never mind that," she scolded, "that's not for you to worry about." 

Amelia reached to touch my face, closing her eyes as she did so. Her finger tips traced a gentle path down my cheek and finished on my kissed lips. She tapped her fingers on my lips twice (and I flashed back instantly to those first days, "what, you've never seen a woman with bright red lips before?"). Then, in just as quick a flash, I saw the arthritic hands of the old woman in the cafe, sensing the love in Amelia's face, seeing the woman I loved.

"Let's do this," she said, holding her head high. "Are you ready, Sam?"

"Yes, I'm good, Alex has tied us together well. You ain't going anywhere I'm not going."

"Fuck that," Amelia laughed. "If we come off the damned board, I'm not gonna depend on your feeble arms to get me clear. Alex, where's the knife?"

Now it was my turn to smile. Sam's biceps were solid, thicker than her thighs, but still she was going to rely on herself, her own will, first. I slid the knife, blade out, between the gaffer tape and their bodies. If Sam lost his balance on the board and they fell, Amelia could grab the knife, cut the tape, and free herself. I'd then ride in behind the break in the inflatable and pull her in to safety. Sam would follow his board, no different to a dump on any wave.

Only this time, if it happened and the world tumbled, Amelia had to cut herself free, first. Christ, when she was young she'd cut herself because she couldn't depend on life. Now, when her life might depend on it, she'd have to cut herself free again. I'd thought everything was in free fall with Amelia, but maybe it was all in circles.

I gripped her face in my hands, and kissed her on the lips, hard. Sam wasn't between us for those three short seconds, he wasn't there. You do this, Amelia, I thought, you do this.

Then he was there, reaching for the board that was stowed at the front of the boat. Amelia clung, her black clad body wrapped around his back, silver stripes wrapping her limbs to his.

"Fuuuck, I must be mad," her voice was a shout, a victory from the start. "Let's do this, no wave is going to stop me now. I'm the fucking dolphin queen..."

They fell onto the board.

"...on a fucking turtle's back!"

This was insane, crazy, but there wasn't time to be crazy. I took control of the boat, pulling them closer into the breaking surf. It was up to Sam to judge the timing of the waves, up to him when to release the rope. For a short moment Amelia wasn't going to be in control. 

Then I realised, yes she was. Sam was her turtle just as I was her Alex. Amelia was always in control, this fisher of men. She'd set her will to this ride, and both us men were running hard to keep up.

"I can do this!"

Her voice was high and firm, challenging the sea. She had a strong man between her thighs, and with Amelia, that's often enough. I wished he was me.

Sam threw back the rope and I peeled the boat away behind them, giving them space so they could catch the rhythm of the sea. As I accelerated the boat away my cock was hard and full with Amelia's excitement. She was going to ride a long wave with a powerful man, and I was going to watch her do it. 

Fuck, I didn't expect this reaction from my body. Her intensity was contagious. I wasn't jealous any more, I was there in Amelia's moment because I could see her. I knew what it was like to have Amelia wrap herself around my body and me around hers, so I could feel her. In this moment, in this long haul of surf and surging speed, I could be her. Amelia, queen of the sea, Thetis unbound.

I accelerated the boat away from the shore and ran parallel with them as they hunted for the perfect long wave. I looked back and could see Sam paddling for the best place to catch the breaking surf. 

Out there, the waves were building up to a height of maybe two, two and a half metres nearest the shore, and then they would roll perfectly down their own slope, white water surging at a diagonal as the break ran fast along the shore. If they caught the wave as close to the rocky shore as they dared, and then surfed down away from the land's edge, the wave would continue at an angle, breaking on for several hundred metres. A hell of a ride, if the sea was right.

I could see that Sam was watching the cyclic rhythm of the ocean, waiting for the higher body of swell, the slightly longer trough. Amelia's red flame of hair was like a beacon. I saw Sam dig his arms deep into the water beside their board, saw him turn his head back once, and saw the red beacon dip, once. Even from a distance, I could see Amelia tighten herself around him, gripping Sam's body firm and hard. Here we go, he must have said. Fuck yes, she must have replied. My cock throbbed in a silent response.

Sam was paddling hard now, and behind him a long, powerful mass of water was building up high like a huge curved, translucent wall. I felt a surge beneath the boat as it too rose onto the higher weight of the sea. This was a big one.

His timing was brilliant. Sam matched the speed of the board perfectly with the incoming mass of water, positioning the board with their black clad bodies right at the top of the water's slope, just as the tip of the wave fell forward onto itself. My heart leapt into my mouth as I saw Sam get to his feet and quickly find his balance, hunching low on the board. Once on his feet Sam was able to steer the board smoothly along the curling, surging push of the wave, dropping away forever but always onto the water.

On his back I saw Amelia hold herself high, her body perfectly in line with his, matching Sam's balance and stance as if they were one creature. Over the crash of the waves I heard her high yell, "fuck, Sam, yes whooo hoo" and the ride was on. Their speed was amazing, not only did they have the speed of the board along the face of the wave, they also had the power of the long swell behind them, pushing them fast along the shore. The nose of the boat rose as I hit more throttle to keep up with them.




Rope and Veil Pt. 02



For ten, fifteen, twenty seconds, even longer, the diagonal thrust of the wave was enough to keep them powering forward, the break seeming to go on forever. I was too far off shore, keeping a safe distance, to see their faces, but I could see from the tension in their bodies that their ride was an exhilarating mix of speed, finely tuned muscles in synch and balanced together, and a visceral rush with the power of the water.

Again Sam's timing was brilliant. As the front of the wave lost its power he crouched down, then lay on the board with Amelia straddled on his back. They peeled off the back of the wave and lost speed, and I steered the boat quickly near them.

"Cut yourself loose," Sam shouted, "it'll be easier for you to get into the boat."

"Fuck, that was insane. What a fucking buzz. Can I do that again? Jesus, I'm fucking buzzing." Amelia was high on the adrenaline, her face flushed, her eyes wild. "Sam, can you do it again for me?"

"You're a fucking mad woman. But yes, I can do it again, only once though. You'll stuff me back if we're not careful!"

"The sea's OK though, isn't it? It's not too dangerous?" Amelia was gutsy, but she wasn't stupid. She knew it could be dangerous and would say no if she had to.

"Nah, it's a smooth break, they're good waves. We should do it now though, before the tide turns. It'll mess up once the tide is running the other way."

Amelia quickly sliced through the silver bands holding her against Sam's body, and when the board came up against the boat, she clawed at the side to drag herself aboard. I helped her pull herself into a sitting position, and she sat for several seconds slowing her breath.

"Alex, that was so fucking cool, that was insane. Fuck, that was exciting. Look ma, I can fly!"

Amelia was shaking with excitement, her cheeks flushed hot with the thrill of it, her body quivering.

Sam also swung his body over the side of the inflatable, and quickly tied the ankle strap of the board to the grab rope running along the side of the rubber hull. As he did so, I noticed a thickness in his groin. His cock wasn't hard in his wet suit, but it was certainly thick and full. Knowing my own reaction to Amelia's excitement (my cock was still thick and full), I couldn't blame him at all for getting aroused at what they were doing. After all, he had just surfed with the beach's sexiest woman strapped with her legs around his thighs. Lucky bastard. Fuck, why hadn't I learned to surf?

Now that she had recovered her breath, Amelia caught the tail end of my glance at Sam, and her eyes widened at the sight of him. She looked across at my groin, and her mouth opened into a bemused O.

"Goodness boys, what's going on here?"

Amelia was always quick with her wry wit. Her smile was wide, her teeth showing, the creases at her eyes laughing. Our grins were sheepish, self conscious.

"Are those for me, just coz I'm a hot little surfer chick?" 

She slowly unzipped the tight black centre of her wet suit, down below her navel. Her full breasts pushed up the most glorious set of curves and cleavage. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, my cock throbbed and thickened again at the sheer sexiness of the woman in front of me. Amelia was so alive.

"Yeah, well, surfing always ends up with a boner for me," laughed Sam. 

I sensed he wanted somehow to back out of the nervous tension in the air between the three of us.

"Listen, you guys, this could be fun and could get hot and all, but seriously," he looked at me, avoiding Amelia's eyes, "Alex, you really need to do a run on the board with Amelia. She's hot for the buzz, man, not hot for me. You should go, you should do the next one. Coz man, she's fucking hot for you. Even a thick old surfer dude like me can see that."

I didn't know what to think. Shit, I can't surf.

"He's right, Alex, I want to share this with you. Right now, the idea of another ride is almost better than sex. And you know I always have to do better than sex with you."

"But..."

"No fucking buts mate, just fucking do this. For her"

Sam grabbed the wheel of the boat, pushed the throttle forward, and headed back out to sea, the board slapping fast in the water alongside. He powered out to where the waves first cornered the headland, the nose of the boat high, spray arcing far out to the sides. The wake was a long churn of white water behind us. 

On the beach I could see a number of people standing by the water's edge, pointing their arms out towards us.

"I think we've got us an audience," I shouted.

"Good," Amelia shouted back. "You can carry me from the sea, show 'em all that the legless woman can surf. And pull two gorgeous hunks doin' it!"

She slapped both Sam and me hard on our thighs.

"Put those away, boys, we don't want to frighten the mums and kiddies on the beach now, do we?"

"Ow, fuck, that stung. No ma'am, we don't." 

Amelia forgot her own strength sometimes, and what with our wet skin and the hot wind, both of us were going to carry the mark of Amelia for a while. Brand Amelia, and we're her poster boys.

"But how we going to do this? There's no way I can carry you on my back, standing up. We'll be flat on our faces, soon as the wave breaks. This Charley don't surf."

"No, s'okay. We'll go in on the board on our bellies. You can body surf, it's the same thing. We just keep the nose of the board up, these waves will push us all the way over the reef into the lagoon. It'll be a longer ride than Sam and I just did."

Amelia had it all worked out.

"I'll still go on your back though, coz I'm smaller than you. You can crush me later if you like, but not now."

"Yeah man, that'll do it. I'll run the boat along side, just in case, but it'll be cool. Be a fucking ace run, even down on the board."

Sam and Amelia weren't giving me a choice, so I pulled off the tee shirt I was wearing and bunched it with the life jackets. Amelia placed her palm over my heart, holding it there for five seconds, before leaning into my mouth and kissing me, her tongue thrusting.

"Come on turtle boy, I wanna ride your back! Let's do this."

So I unleashed the board from the tie rope, placed it into the water, and slithered onto it, centering my balance.

"See you in there, Sam. And hey, thanks for doing this for me."

"Fuckin' A, Amelia, it'd be good if more chicks had balls like you. The world needs more like you, frankly. Jesus, but don't ever put me in a fuckin' plane with you. I'm never jumping from a plane, Amelia, I can tell you that right now."

I heard the slap of a high five.

"You hear that, Alex? Sam wants to go sky-diving with me, next!"

"You fucking mad bitch. I'm afraid of heights. Why do you think I stay in the water?"

I felt the weight of Amelia settle on my back. I opened my thighs to let one of her legs fall between, so I could grip at least part of her below the waist to keep us tight together. We wriggled a bit to centre ourselves on the board, before Sam pushed it away from the edge of the boat.

"Just get on the top of a wave before it breaks, and the sea will do the rest. See you on the beach." 

I smelt the exhaust as Sam turned the boat away, and heard the quieter slap of the sea as the boat moved off into the distance.

In my ear I felt Amelia's hot whisper as she pressed her weight onto my back.

"Alex, Alex, Alex..."

"What, Amelia, what's up?"

"Nothing, just Alex, my Alex. Damn, I fucking love you, that's all. My Alex, I do. You know that, don't you? Even though I don't say it much, you know I love you?"

"Hey Amelia, I'm hearing that you love me, is that right?"

"Bastard, here's me gone all lovey dovey, and here's you, taking the piss. You'd better love me, you bastard," and she poked a finger into my ear, playfully. I pushed my ass back up into her groin so she'd sense the movement.

Yes Amelia, I do love you. More than words will ever say, I do.

The sea interrupted our moment, a high swell reminding us that we were here for the thrill of the ride, not the memory of the moment. We could come back to that, later, but the rising sea was now. 

We'd drifted in behind the break, ideally positioned to time our run.

"You got me tight there, Amelia?" 

I started to paddle, digging my arms into the water, deep, to get traction, just like Amelia moving in her chair. I felt a squeeze on both sides of my ribs, and her hands curled under my shoulders.

"I got you tight, Alex, I got you."

Just as well, because at that moment the board rose on the surge of the wave and started an incredible vertiginous spill over the edge, the edge that kept moving beneath us. The board fell with the turn of the wave, white water thundering in my ear.

Amelia's cry rang loud in my ear, "ride it, let's ride it, yes!"

The surging, thrilling pressure of the sea took us, and we were weightless in the hurtling speed of the long, curving ride. I was conscious of the presence of Amelia's body on top of mine, but she was weightless there. Adrenalin surged and my cock hardened beneath me with the sheer sexual excitement of the long fall below us, the pounding sea behind us, the flesh of her breasts against my back, the spray laced wind in our faces, her strong arms gripping mine. 

Barreling down the tube of the wave was like a long surging come into the wet centre of the ocean, with my Amelia riding my back. The board bucked and bounced, and her arms gripped my body as we surged forward. I felt her head press against mine and in the churn of the water around us I just made out her words.

"Fuck that's fast, oh fuck, that's good."

The board bounced and twisted as we came in over the reef. The white water spiralled and ran back, the speed dropping off quickly as we curved off the back of the wave. Amelia turned my face to hers and kissed me hard, her tongue probing between my lips, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into her. She kissed me like a frantic woman, hungry for my mouth, our heat gripping together and the ocean sizzling and spinning around us.

"Alex," her breath panting, "I'm going to have you tonight, fucking have you, hard as you like. I'm gonna have you, fuck yes, that's a promise. Oh fuck, that was wonderful, fucking insane. I never knew a man on a board could be so good. Jesus, what a buzz."

The rush of the sea was wet adrenalin, but the rush of her promise was a stronger force. Amelia, inexorable.

Amelia looked towards the shore. "Hmm, looks like there's a bit of excitement, I wonder who can have caused that?"

She rolled her upper body to the side and fell into the water. With a last fierce kiss she pushed me into the water as well.

"You'd better cool off, lover mine, there's young folk on the beach. Mustn't shock them now, when I get carried from the water!"

"I don't know. You did mention the women on the beach wanting me, maybe I should give them something to want?"

Amelia's eyebrow rose, and I was silenced. Bad idea.

"Look, there's Sam. He can help carry me from the sea. I feel like a princess of the briny waters. I might as well make a grand entrance, while I've got you both."

She pulled herself back onto the board, and I began to push it ahead of me, my legs kicking out behind me. Five minutes later I could touch the bottom, and we progressed faster towards the shore. 

A couple of grommets came up to us on their boards.

"Cool ride, lady, we saw you on the back of the other guy, and then coming in on the board. Done it before?" 

They circled around us, their hair white blond from the salt and sun.

"No, that's the first time I've surfed the point. Used to surf the beach break when I was a kid, but not for a while."

"What's wrong with your legs? Can't you use them?"

Amelia didn't mind questions from curious kids and was always straight up when she answered them. 

"No. Broke my back in a car crash, years ago."

"That's fucked. The gaffer tape's a brilliant idea, though."

"Yeah, Tommy, maybe you should use it so you don't come off your board so much." 

"Fuck off, I can ride better than you, any day." 

The friendly rivalry of the boys was fun to watch. Amelia made a point of looking back out to sea, with her hand shading her eyes. Tommy saw her glance.

"Wotcha looking for, lady, sharks?" 

"No. Your girlfriend. I bet she's the best surfer of all you lot."

"She fucking isn't."

"Isn't what? Isn't your girlfriend, or isn't a better surfer?" 

Amelia loved a gentle tease, it was her way of making kids think a bit. She should have been a teacher.

"Isn't anything. She isn't anything," said the boy.

Tommy's mate was quicker, he'd spotted the slip in his friend's words. 

"You so fucking do like Stephanie, don't lie."

Amelia laughed, affectionate already towards these little rockets of life, with their innocence and joy.

"Good for you, mate," she said, making sure the Tommy wouldn't be embarrassed in front of his friend by giving her seal of approval for the unknown Stephanie.

"Come on Alex," she said to me, "get me in closer." 

"Hoy, Sam," she yelled, "over here."

Sam had beached the inflatable and was making his way along the water's edge towards us. He turned and made his way into the water, splashing his way nearer.

"Hey, you guys, how was that? And who are these lads?"

Sam should have been a teacher, too. He instantly made the boys a part of the moment.

"You guys can drag the board in. Alex and I have to make a throne seat for Princess Amelia, get her out of the water."

"Cool, yeah, come on Tommy, grab the board." 

They wanted to be part of Amelia's arrival from the sea on to the sand. A dozen or so people on the beach had seen Amelia's ride and were waiting for her to reach the shore. 

I recognised a few faces from the village - they would know Amelia as the woman in the wheelchair. Now they would know her as the woman from the sea.

Sam and I linked our arms in a fireman's seat, and scooped Amelia out of the water, supporting her weight. She placed her hands out wide on our shoulders, sat tall and erect with a big grin on her face, and was carried triumphant from the sea. Amelia's moment in the sun, Amelia the surfer chick, with her zip undone to her navel.

"Do it again tomorrow, boys?" she asked, knowing the answer already, and making an announcement to the small group of people on the beach. 

Behind us, the two boys dragged the board onto the sand. 

Beyond the reef the long walls of water continued to push their curving breaks around the head land. Out where the dolphins swam, the ocean kept its relentless pulse, breathing, breathing, breathing.

-- ooo OOO ooo --

An hour or so later Amelia and I were alone in our cottage. I pushed her wheelchair through the door into the living room, the lowering western sun still warm through the high windows, the light dappled with shadow from the trees outside. In the distance, the sound of the sea was softer, a background noise occasionally broken by the cry of gulls. 

My skin was dry and hot from the sun, my board shorts stiff and crackling from the salty water. Amelia sat in her chair, her black wet suit still clinging to her curves, that long black zip still undone to her navel, her tanned belly tight with a band of muscle. She sat tall in the chair, her eyes still wide and excited from her rides in the pounding sea. She spun the chair around, taking herself from my hands, backing herself away. A distance between us, so she could look.

Her gaze on me, standing there, was thoughtful. My look at her was naked lust, I had waited so long, my cock rising and falling in the sea. Her words rang in my ears, I'm going to have you, hard as you like, fucking have you. I was bare chested, and my nipples hardened with my thoughts. My cock shifted in my shorts.

"Come here, stand before me." 

Amelia knew, she was always in command. She placed her hands on my waist, her arms outstretched before her, and waited. Her eyes looked down at the base of my belly before her, watching and waiting for the inevitable movement. She loved the effect her presence had on me, the way I would stir and respond to the sight of her, her look. 

She didn't need to touch me, my cock would rise by itself. My prick thickened because she looked at me, a multitude of thoughts in her eyes but I could never read them. And the sight of her before me, her dark tanned body held tight in the black rubber suit, her high breasts swelling. Fuck, we were a circle of response to each other, looking, seeing, her eyes on me (my cock rises); my eyes on her (my cock rises).

"Take them off, stand before me."

Amelia took her hands away from my waist and rested them on the arms of her chair. I took one step back so I could lift my feet, one at a time, and stepped from my swimming shorts and the Speedos beneath. I took the one step forward so her hands could reach me again. They did not reach for me. Amelia's hands remained on the arms of her chair, I stood in front of her and she did not reach for me. She didn't need to touch me, for my cock rose untouched before her eyes. I looked down at the top of her head, and my prick rose against my belly. Time stopped.

Amelia sat, gazing at my body responding to her. I couldn't see her eyes, couldn't see the set of her lips, the shape of her mouth. I was blind to her mood and didn't know what she wanted. I stood before her, and waited, hesitant to break her contemplation. Like her binding ropes in times before this, I knew that Amelia had given herself a powerful physical sensation to replace those she no longer had. She needed to process her own response to the thrust of the sea, the push of the wave, the men she rode, crouching, lying, their hard muscle beneath her, her grip on them. Beyond, the soft rush of the surf on the beach was a constant hush.

Amelia sat, and my body responded, my risen shaft hard against my gut, the tip of my cock head just nudging the bottom edge of my navel, her length. My balls were tight and high between my thighs. I shifted my feet an inch or two apart, to better keep my balance. The slight movement of my feet was followed by a slight shift of Amelia's head, a tilt, as if the movement had broken a revery. Time started, a different contemplation now.

Amelia lifted one hand from the arm of her chair and placed the palm of that hand against the hot shaft of my cock, pressing its heat against my belly. Her palm was against my shaft, and her fingers laced upwards, the head of me gently pressed between her middle finger and ring finger. No rings adorned her hand, and the deep purple red of the head of my cock was held between her long fingers, a pressure on the shaft, but not a grip. Her hand pressed against my centre and it was warm.

After some thirty seconds, no sound in the room but the softness of the sea outside, Amelia lifted her other hand from the arm of her chair. She ran the palm of this hand up between my thighs.

"Wider," she whispered, and cupped my balls in her hand, the tip of a finger nudging my ass hole. Amelia held the high weight of my balls in the palm of her hand and they were cool. My cooler flesh was cupped in a palm, and my hotter flesh was pressed by fingers.

"Oh Alex," she whispered, "I've got you in the palm of my hands."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide and her pupils black, her mouth serious.

"Is that where you want to be, between my hands and a soft place?"

Always Amelia, that's where I want to be, lying on your breast, listening to your heart. But she didn't wait for an answer.

"You love me today, Alex, don't you? You never knew you had a surfer chick in your life, did you?"

She smiled up at me, her mouth and her eyes wide with her beautiful smile. Jesus, I could count the beats in her head, but I didn't know what she'd decided.

"You've heard what surfer chicks are known for, haven't you, city boy?"




Rope and Veil Pt. 02



Both her hands gripped me and pulled me forward, and I found out.

Her hand cupping my balls stayed where it was but gripped me tighter, and the pad of her finger pressed, sending a throb down my shaft. The hand against my cock twisted and pulled it down from my belly, and her lips and mouth were around the head of me, wet and hot. Amelia spun her tongue under the head of my cock, and I was in her mouth, she was sucking and her focus was complete. My cock in Amelia's mouth, and that's all that mattered.

I leaned the weight of me forward and Amelia took me in, her hand working the shaft of me, up down, and her other hand around me now, gripping the hard cheek of my ass, pulling me forward onto her hand and into her mouth. The lick and slurp were slutty and wet, Amelia just wanted cock, hungry and hard.

I tried to get a hand inside her wetsuit to cup her full high breast, but the rubber was too tight. She pushed my hand away.

"No, this is for you, your cock is all I want. Me, later."

Amelia didn't want to talk, she wanted to suck. Suck, stroke and squeeze. Cock, mouth, tongue. Fuck, hand back and forth, twisting, squeezing, stroking, faster, slower, I couldn't tell. Her hand back to cup my balls, then away, her finger to her own mouth, wet licked, saliva dripped, wettened, her slick finger thrust into my ass, deep, till I grunted and lurched forward.

"Finger fuck deep in your ass, Alex, yeah? Two fingers, Alex? Come on, open up."

Fuck yes, Amelia's words taunted, her crudeness fucking with my head as she fucked my cock with her mouth. Wordless from me, just low moans and grunts as she fucked my ass with her finger, my cock throbbing into her wet mouth with each push, saliva dripping. Jesus fuck that's good, jesus fuck, good head, I leaned forward to place my weight on the arm rests of her chair, thank Christ it's there and she's in it or I'd be falling on the floor.

Amelia leaned into me, squeezing both cheeks of my ass now, our bodies joined in a tension through the metal and straps of the chair, and I pushed the wheelchair back up against the wall so the fucking thing couldn't move any more because I needed to brace myself with my hands against the wall, standing as tall as I could and bending the centre of me, my long shafting cock, into Amelia's hands and mouth and oh fuck yes fuck fuck yes, the come began to heat and rise from deep in my spine. Amelia's hand gripped my tight balls and she knew from the movement I was close, she knew from my moans I was near.

Oh fuck, her finger pushed and pushed into my asshole and with a long throb my come was in her mouth and with another throb it was spilling from her lips and oh fuck my hands pressed hard and my fingers gripped against the wall as my back arched and another spill of come down her chin and I fucked her face and she swallowed me down and there was a sweet tasting, glorious mess which Amelia swallowed down, fucking surfer girl giving head, fuck yes, and I collapsed to the floor. Her wheels turned, a half rotation.

I looked up at her gazing down at me, with her dark, dark eyes and her sweetest smile. The sweetness of Amelia's smile lost a fraction of its innocence (oh, Alex, do you love me?) as she lasciviously licked a white drop of come from the side of her mouth, her tongue a wicked flash of red, tasting me again.

"So, Alex, that was salty, salty sweet. Tasty. Did you like your sweet little slutty little surfer girl?"

Yes, I did, but couldn't help thinking, surfer girls with their mouths are one thing, but what about Amelia? This was play acting, a quick oral fuck to make up for riding on Sam's back without me. This sex wasn't about Amelia, she could have been out of the room. Her mouth was fucking hot, but she wasn't really there. I remembered her words: your cock is all I want. Me, later.

I wanted her, now. Later was for another time. Amelia was now, she was in front of me, sitting in her wheelchair, sexy in her black wetsuit, zip undone to her belly. I was naked before her, my cock softening, a drip of come dropping from my foreskin onto my thigh, salt onto a salty skin. I remembered the moment when I first saw her in ropes, bound yet naked in her intensity before me. She had said, "don't over think it, you can't". Yet here I was again, over thinking Amelia and me, me and Amelia.

I stood up, took one step back, and reduced the scene to its basics. I was a naked man standing before a beautiful woman sitting in a chair. She had been for a surf, and still had her wetsuit on. That wasn't right, Amelia couldn't lie naked beside me, skin against skin, if she was sitting in a chair. She couldn't lie beside me, skin against skin, lit by the falling sun from the west, if she was still clad in rubber. 

I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me with her steadiest gaze, her eyes crystal and shining, her hands resting in her lap. I realised she had been watching me, in the way that she does, knowing me better than I know myself. She can read my emotions flickering over my face, can Amelia. I can never hide from her, even if I wanted to.

"Alex, come here, my lovely man, come here."

I bowed before her, and she reached both hands to the back of my head, gently pulling my head down towards her upturned lips, and kissed me slowly, carefully. Our lips were still salty from my come and the taste of the sea, and our kiss was slow and soft. 

"Help me out of this skin," she said softly, pulling the zip down as far as it would go. 

Still kissing her, I peeled the slick rubber first down one arm and then down the other, peeling the black embrace away from her skin. My hands slid over her ribs and pulled the tightness back, peeling it down to her waist. Our next movement was practiced and sure, we did it many times, especially at night when Amelia's day was done and she wanted to be away from her wheels. With her arms around my neck to take her weight, I lifted her up from the chair and further peeled the clinging rubber down over her backside.

"Your skin's still wet, the rubber is clinging, wait," and I reached for a towel to place it on the seat. "The seat will be cold."

She sat back down on the towel, and I knelt before her, peeling the rubber down her long legs and dropping it to the floor. Sure enough, her skin was cool as I wrapped the towel all around her legs, warming her, patting her skin dry. 

"Alex, you're so thoughtful, putting the towel on the seat so my bum won't get cold. But you know I can't feel that."

"Yes, I know you can't feel the cold seat, but your skin can. It's still cold on your skin."

I looked up at her, and she was looking down at me with her steadiest gaze, her eyes crystal and shining. She reached both hands for my head and pulled it to her lap, resting my head on the towel that was wrapped across the top of her thighs, bunched at the base of her belly. I felt her hand stroking my hair, gently, softly; and then she pulled one half of the towel away from her thigh, so that my cheek rested on her bare, cool skin. The dark triangle of trimmed pubic hair was before me, her thighs together.

"Move around," Amelia softly said, shifting herself on the seat as she spoke. She rested on hand on her knee, and slowly moved it towards the side. And then did the same for her other leg, exposing the darker place between. At the very top of her inner thigh, her skin transitioned from the dark tan of Amelia's summer to the paler colour of her winter skin. Between, the darker folds and petals of her lips were together and tight, the small curls of hair darkening around this centre of her, her slitted folds.

"It will be salty from the sea, Alex, it will be salty there." 

She paused, and the stroke of her hand in my hair stopped. 

"I will be salty there," she repeated, owning herself once more and remembering herself. "I'm Amelia, and my cunt is salty from the sea." She named herself, she named her sex, and her names were so powerful.

"Take me to bed, Alex, and taste me. I'd forgotten my salty taste, but the sea's brought it back."

I didn't need to be asked twice. I stood and took her in my arms again, her arms around my neck, her wonderful body cradled close. We didn't have the water from the lagoon around us this time but no matter, the distance to the bedroom was short. Even in that short walk, my softened cock thickened and swung. When I placed her on the bed, Amelia's eyes were wide.

"Alex, do I do that to you?"

"Yes. My life is simple sometimes. Yes, you do that."

"Sweet god, you do me good, you really do. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Amelia, that's my question, not yours.

Outside, the sky was darkening, the final blaze of the setting sun threading orange through the western sky. The steady rush of the sea in the distance was occasionally broken by the louder thump of a bigger wave and the last cry of a sea bird late home to roost. There was no moon, and darkness fell quickly.

Amelia lay on the bed, curled one way, her cheek on my thigh, my slow rising cock in her hands, slow and warm. I was curled the other way, my cheek on her thigh, my face inches from her dark centre. With one hand I had gently separated her legs so I could gaze upon her darkness, her stillness, her silent sex. This place was for me alone now, her feeling gone and quiet.

With all the wonder of a virgin boy with his first girl, I slowly parted Amelia's labia with my fingers, and her lips were soft, so soft, and she bloomed like a flower. I scented her, and the salt tang of the sea mixed with a warmer sweetness from her skin. My fingers were steady in her slide, easing back and forth along the full length of her spreading place.

"Guide me, Alex, show my fingers where to go. I forget."

Amelia slipped her hand between her legs to feel skin and softness as I did, from the outside, even if she could not feel herself from within. 

If she touched herself as I did, Amelia would feel how her man loved her body, all of it, every inch. She could see herself through her finger tips, just as the old blind woman had felt her beauty the other day. One sense gone, another sense heightened.

I took Amelia's fingers in mine, and for the next silent while we explored her cunt lips, her folds and slides, the tiny grip of her ass hole, the rise of her clit. My finger guided hers, pressing into herself, spreading her lips apart between two finger tips, hers and mine.

"It's like I'm a girl again, discovering myself for the first time. Feeling my smooth skin, my petals, my folds. Is this how it always feels, discovering a woman's cunt for the first time? It's no wonder men want to spend their life between a woman's legs. I would too. I've never touched myself like this before. It's beautiful here, isn't it?"

My fingers guided hers as we slowly explored her sex. Since she could not feel our combined touch from inside herself there was no haste caused by arousal, and our touch was a slow delight of the soft skin of her lips on our flickering fingers. I slowly re-arranged my body on the bed and around her long limbs, my mouth and my tongue around her cunt and I licked her there. Amelia's fingers followed the edge of my mouth, and found my wetness spreading into her own flesh.

"Your wetness, Alex, you make me wet again. That's been so long, I've forgotten what I felt like."

You'd forgotten, Amelia, but I never did. 

Amelia's fingers followed my mouth and swirled her wetness, touching her sweet centre. Suckling on her skin, my tongue lingered where any man would love to linger, my hot mouth made her wetter, my cock thickened and strengthened with my own arousal. As we lay circled around each other, my cock found her warmth and wetness as her mouth found my head and heat, and took it in. Amelia's hands drifted from her cunt to my cock and found my length and the weight of my balls. Her fingers made patterns on my shaft, feeling my outside as intensity surged inside me. 

Between us, we found her breasts and hardened nipples, and our hands wove around the fullness of her breasts, pressing palm to breast, her palm over the back of my hand, pressing, pressing, pressing.

"Ah fuck, the ache inside me," Amelia cried out loud, "the ache in my heart, it's too much. Come up here, I need to see your face."

Her sorrow shook me, and I left my wetness between her legs and gently closed her thighs together, protecting that precious place. Pulling myself up to her I wrapped her body in my arms, and she softened herself onto me. In the darkness I felt her hands touch my face as gentle as a drift of wind, and in the darkness I felt the slow wonder of her caress. I felt a hand on my chest and a slight pressure there, pushing me away from her. I wasn't pushed away to leave her, I was pushed away so she had more space to find me, to pull me closer with her touch. 

With both her hands Amelia traced her fingers over the tight muscles of my chest, up both sides of my neck, onto my face. One light finger paused on my pulse and she measured the beat of me.

"So steady, Alex, your heart is so steady."

God knows how, she makes it flutter like a bird every time I see her, my sweet Amelia, my heart always jumps back a beat when I see her.

The darkness was thick around us now, not a glimmer of light in the room, and her fingers found my cheeks, my temples, my hair. As she touched me, the intensity on my skin multiplied and a tingle ran through my flesh. She was connecting things together I never knew could be connected, and my entire being was streaming into the tips of her fingers. My face was electric with her touch, her fingers as light as air, a delicate breath upon my face. Could she be more gentle?

"Alex, come inside me. I won't feel you in my cunt, but I'll feel your face when you come, I'll know you, my love, my sweet boy. Come to me now."

Amelia humbles me constantly, with the gift of herself and her love. What did I ever do to deserve you, Amelia?

I reached in the dark for our lubricant, a delicate flavour to linger on top of my lick and her spit. It was cold on my cock but my heat changed that, and Amelia wouldn't know. Her fingers were slow on my face and left a butterfly's trace. Her heat was above her belly now, in her breasts and on her throat. I poised myself between Amelia's slender thighs, silently parted, and eased my length inside her.

As I rose within her, the warm flesh of my belly touched hers so she knew I was there, our bodies touched together through our skin. She reached both hands down to the taut cheeks of my ass. 

"Deeper," she sighed, "deeper." 

She pulled me into her, deep, and my chest fell to her breasts, and with one arm under her neck I took my weight. I arched my back to thrust further into her, my head high, but she pulled my head down to hers. Our mouths met and our tongues fucked, hot and twisting.

"Do me, Alex, fuck me like you've never fucked me before. Fuck me deep, fuck me long."

Her voice was low, a whisper, a song. Her hands gripped the back of my head, her fingers so tight. Then her fingers fluttered to my cheeks, and she held the palm of one hand to the side of my face, ah fuck, Amelia's hand, and the other to the back of my head again. 

"Ahh, fuck me, Alex, my man, my man, my fucking wonderful man."

Her voice was low, a lullaby, an urging song, a breath of wind and a gathering storm. She was urging me up within her, her whispering sighs a counter to my louder moans. She knew me, she knew me so well, and delighted in riding me and cresting me, edging me and making me explode. This time though, Amelia was different somehow. Usually, she would press her breasts and spill my seed upon them, creaming our warm come into the lush valley between, urging my teeth to her nipples, biting, suckling.

This night, she kept pulling my body higher into hers so that my cock was deeper into her. Her cunt couldn't feel me, but, "Oh fuck, Alex, deeper, right into me, fuck, fuck me, harder, my Alex," she urged me higher, my balls tightening and rising and caressed by her swelling lips, sliding and slippery with the cream, her cunt hot around my shaft, hot around me. 

I was inside her and her words pulsed into my brain, urging, urging me deeper, oh so fucking deep inside her. Amelia's hands were frantic on my flesh now, gripping my ass and my sides, pulling on my hair, never letting me go.

"Fuck. Me. Alex. Fuck. Me. Hard"

Sweet goodness, Amelia, yes.

My orgasm exploded, pulse after pulse into her body, deepest.

"Oh my Alex, that's it, that's it, fuck that cock up me, far as you can. Inside me, yes, yes, you fucking beautiful man. I so want you, I so fucking do." Her hands held my face as I came.

"Deep enough, Amelia?" I gasped, holding her, holding her, wrapped in my arms.

"Oh yes, lovely man, deep enough, deeply deep. Don't go, stay inside me, don't go."

Our breath caught and slowed, and we breathed into each other's sighs, slowly soft and lingering.

"Don't go," she whispered.

"Amelia."

"Yes, Alex?"

"I'm not going. Not now, not tomorrow, not next week."

There was a short silence, as if Amelia was considering my reply.

"Good. That's good."

Another silence, shorter still.

"That's really, really good."

Amelia wrapped her arms around my body, cradling the back of my head in the palms of her hands.

"Can I be your Amelia for a little while?"

My Amelia? It's dark, so she can't see my eye brow raised in surprise this time. That's not like Amelia.

"It's OK. It doesn't mean we're married or anything."

That's better, that's more like Amelia.

"Jeez, Amelia, you had me worried for a moment."

In the darkness, her fingers traced around my lips. I felt a tap of her finger, two taps.

"I do, you know."

"What do you do, Amelia?"

"Love you." 

Two more taps on my lips. She's really decided, now. 

"Yes, Alex, I do."

--ooo OOO ooo --

Six weeks later we were back home. 

I had moved in with Amelia half a year before. We found it easier to accommodate my needs to hers, as the apartment suited her mobility requirements and the neighbourhood was flat. That was something I had never considered before. I'd get slightly annoyed with an incline on a hot day, sure. But every day, pulling your weight up a hill with your arms? Fuck.

Amelia had woken earlier than I, and was clattering her morning routine in the bathroom. I was lazing, weekend sleeping, nothing a hurry, nothing a rush.

"Alex," she yelled, "come here, quick, come here."

"What's up Amelia, can't it wait?"

"No, it can't fucking wait." Then I heard her wonderful laugh. "Well, I suppose it can. It's not going to go away in a hurry."

"What the fuck are you on about, honey? It's seven in the morning. What's not going to go away?"

Amelia found it easier to slide around the apartment in soft pajama pants, pulling herself along using strategically placed furniture and hand holds. The bathroom door thumped open and there was the sight of my darling woman, bare from the waist up, propelling herself along the wooden floor. My god, she's the sexiest thing in yellow striped PJ's I've ever seen. 

She made it to the futon bed, and I flicked up the covers to welcome her back to my side, my chest a pillow for her head.

"What's that in your hand?" I asked, noting a white plastic thing like a fat pen, clutched tight in her fist.

"Alex, can we do this, you and I? Can we do it?" Her voice cracked, excited and whispering at the same. "I'm scared, Alex. So fucking scared. I've never been this scared in all my life."

I saw what she held. 

Without a word, I cradled Amelia's head into my shoulder, kissed her hair, and reached with my other hand to enclose hers, still clutching the plastic object.

"Of course we can do it, Amelia. Lots of women do it, it happens all the time."

We held the tester together in our hands, turning it over and over, over and over; two red bars clearly showing in the clear perspex window.




Rope and Veil Pt. 02



Amelia. And another...



Rope and Veil



The nipple is long and dark, erect and pointing straight out from the end of her breast, and the flesh around it tightens. Her nipple pulls hard, and I imagine a tightness deep inside the flesh of her breast. Amelia will feel a pull inside her body, I am sure, for as I see that long, bound curve of flesh, I become aware of a pull within my own flesh, a pull inwards behind my own nipples. My nipples are tight under my shirt, sensitive. There is a tightness within the flesh of my chest. 

Both of Amelia's hands go to the fourth and the fifth buttons, and she undoes both buttons and at the same time pulls the cloth up from around her waist. She has to tug on one side, as she is sitting on part of the cloth but cannot rotate her weight from it, because of her legs. I am shaking a little now, my heart beat rising and my breath is quickening. I reach out one hand to support myself, to anchor myself steady against the wall. 

I know that the next pull away of cloth will reveal Amelia's torso all naked but for her rope, and I don't know if I will be ready for that. I need to find strength to bear the power, the will, of Amelia's exposure of her self, her naked, bound self, a gift before me. This woman is so strong, her will is complete. She commands me to look, but has not said a word since she commanded me to look. She is pitiless, and even if I wanted to look away, I could not. But I cannot take my eyes from her, not now. 

She raises her head, tilts it high and commands my eyes to her face. She will not let me look at her body until she releases me from her eyes, her face, and the tilt of her head is high and proud. She looks at me, deep, and the darkness in her eyes constricts and dilates, and the pupils are wide and black, only a rim of the deep blue surrounding them, as she opens a falling gateway into her soul, her mind. 

Her eyes grip mine, refusing me to blink. There is a quick movement of her hands pulling at the cloth, and she spreads her arms wide in a crucifixion, the fall of cloth from her sleeves the only darkness, her arms spread wide. 

"Look at me, see this part of me, this bound part of me." 

My eyes are released from the strength of her face and I see her bound torso before me. I lean heavier against the wall, thankful for the support, and I am thankful for Amelia for sharing this still portrait of herself. The only movement in her, in the room, is the steady rise and fall of her breath and the corresponding swell in her belly. My fingers grip the wall, the only conscious movement in me. My breath quickens, a single intake, a gasp, but it is not conscious. 

Her torso is slim and tightly muscled, her ribs clear shadows, and there is a network of finer shadows made by the tight turns and knots of rope coiled around her body, intricate patterns. There is a double loop around the base of each of her full breasts, and their shape is long and tubular. Amelia's thick nipples are hard and long, purpling slightly from the constriction of ropes on her chest. 

The ropes are a symmetrical harness around her body, coiling around her breasts and over her shoulders and around her ribs. There is a criss-cross of rope across Amelia's belly, the double strands high on her waist and looping around her back. A pair of ropes descends from each half of her body down into the dark cloth of her pants, and I know from the angle of those ropes that they will come together at the base of her belly, at the core of her crotch. 

"Amelia, my God, this is beautiful, you're beautiful. My drawing, it was just a fascination, but you've taken it so much further. What can I do, what can I say?" 

"You can come here, is what you can do, and untie me. Unbind me." 

I move a step closer, and she reaches for my shirt. Her fingers are fast and dextrous on the buttons, and she flips each round button from each hole, and then undoes the notch on my belt. 

"Take my top off, peel it back from my arms. Hold your bare skin to my ropes and my flesh. You be naked, and I'll be bound, and then unbind me slowly. That's where the feeling comes from, the unbinding." 

Amelia's voice was low and steady, she was controlling things here, and her body is an exquisite twist of rope, shadow, and skin. 

I stumble back and fall to the floor, pulling my shoes and jeans from my legs, and shedding my jockey shorts and my shirt. I stand naked before Amelia, my cock swaying against my thigh, thickening but not yet hard. 

"Pull my pants off," she whispers, her hands pushing my hands down to her waist. "You'll have to lift me, to get them off." 

I've not done this before, never held damaged, helpless limbs. What do I do? She will be so thin and frail, her legs, they will be so fragile. 

"I can't feel your touch on my legs, there's no sensation there. But I can see your hands on my legs, my fucking useless legs." 

"Hell, Amelia, I can't imagine that, I have no way to imagine what that's like. You're so much braver than me." 

"Not brave, no, not brave. Fucking angry, sometimes, but I'm not brave. I just keep going, because I have to. Not brave. Fuck, I can scratch, but I can't itch." 

Amelia is pitiless with herself, and I want to find some way to care for her, so she can be kinder to herself. 

I lean forward so she can place her arms around my neck and lift herself up from the cushions. I slip the waist of her pants down over the cheeks of her ass, and gently set her back down. I pull the cotton cloth down her thin legs, and they are pale and thin, long and thin, so thin, scars all along the top of both thighs. 

In her ropes, she is bound before my eyes, but her legs are not bound. The ropes descend to her groin and run tight along the centre of her sex and loop around the tops of her thighs, a complex medallion of a knot, like a Celtic snake, halfway between her cleft and her navel. 

That knot is the centre of her, where the sensation stops and moves no further down, and where the sensation starts, and moves up her body. On her thighs the scars are regular and rhythmic, even bands of silvered pain, steady thin cuts. Both thighs are cut that way, but along the length of one thigh, from the knee to near her groin, is a long, deep jagged scar, the sew of stitches clearly visible. 

"God, Amelia, is that gouge from the crash?" 

"Yes. The other scars were delicious pain, but after the crash, I could no longer feel the pain. So there wasn't much point in cutting myself any more. Besides, I had months of real pain before it finally stopped. I got more attention, then, than I ever really wanted. I stopped crying out for it, I'd had enough to last a lifetime. And of course, now, that's just what I've got. A fucking lifetime. 

"But that was a long time ago. Unbind me, Alex, because you're here now. My pain is gone, I want pleasure." 

I don't know if I can please her. I'm running in the deep end here, and it's a long way to the surface. My breath is held. 

"Don't think it, you can't. I know, it's too much. Just look at me." 

Amelia rescues me from myself, and I reduce this in my head to its basics. Here, in front of me, is a beautiful woman, bound in her ropes, and she is saying untie me, unbind me. Fuck, I'm an idiot if I complicate this. What can be simpler than a naked man, and a woman who had declared herself, stripped naked and raw, before me? 

"May I carry you to your bed, proud Mary?" 

I use the nickname I have given her when she attributes motives to me that aren't actually there, when she misappropriates her disability. She knows now that I take as few prisoners as she does, and some things don't matter. Her legs matter, of course they matter, but they don't define her, nor do they define my reaction to her. 

"I'm no bride," she smiles. 

"Never said you were, wench, but I think to lay you on a bed and lay you, that might be a vow of sorts." 

I lift her into my arms, and she throws her strong arms around my neck, holding her weight. The ropes around her body press to my skin, but I want to see her unbound, and nude before me. 

I carry Amelia through to her bedroom and place her gently on the bed, and there is a presence of this woman all through the room. Her make up table is a myriad of bottles, her jewellery a jangle of metal and leather, her fine leather boots racked in the corner. All the colours of her hair are arrayed in a rainbow on a shelf. In the window alcove that is in this room, her sanctuary, there are a set of hooks and loops set into the wooden frame, and I guess she can pull herself upright in this space. Opposite, on the other side of the bed, is a mirrored series of sliding doors on a wardrobe, square lattice panels like a Japanese tea room. 

I lean my body over hers, gently grazing the weight of my chest over her hard nipples, her roped breasts sitting high on her body. Amelia's arms circle my neck, and she pulls my head to her lips and tastes me. Her tongue is a flicker and a thrust into the tightness of my lips, and I make her urge and probe, my tongue tangling hers. She sighs, and I feel her body lose a tension under mine, and she softens to the soft quilt on the bed. 

I move my body up on hers so she can feel the heat of my cock against her belly, my nipples now targets for her teeth, and she bites and sucks my tight points into her hot mouth. She softens, and I tighten above her, my body a long tension of muscle above hers. She places her hands to my sides, and urges me higher so she can suckle the head of my cock to her mouth and lips, and I kneel over her chest as she takes my cock to her throat. Her tongue is slow, her Cleopatra eyes gaze up at mine as she attends to my prick, her hands cupping my balls, tenderly, they are precious. 

Amelia is slow, she savours my taste and her long fingers are a gentle curl around my shaft, and her tongue tantalises the head of my cock, swirling slowly around the purpling flesh. I shudder and twitch, an automatic reaction, fuck this is divine, sublime sweetness. 

Her hands are slow and insistent, and she torments with her slowness and then just a little faster, a little slower, and she builds up the tightness in the base of my spine. My balls tighten and rise, but she doesn't want my cream, not yet, so she eases back with her mouth and pulls the weight of my testes down and away from my body, slowing me. Her hands are hot, a cupped nest around the drop of my balls, her finger nails gentle points into my flesh. 

"The rope, Alex, the rope." 

Amelia twists her torso away from me, and pushes my body backwards. She wants my hands on her body to twist and pull on the knots and cords, to loosen them. I see the ends of the doubled ropes, intricately looped in the central medallion below her breasts. 

The knotting is cunning and clever. What looks like an intricate maze of snaking loops and coils turns out to be a miracle of simplicity. It is a simple thing to push the two ends of the rope ends backwards through the knot, and the unravelling begins. As each tight curve of rope is uncoiled from her body, Amelia's flesh is grooved and rutted by the tightness from the cord. As the tightness goes, her flesh rises in goosebumps as sensation shivers into her skin. Amelia utters little cries and sighs as her skin is sensitised and a faint blush of colour rises in each groove as the blood returns. 

I trail my fingers along the grooves the ropes leave, and the paths unwind around her body. I lift her torso and hold her breasts to my chest so I can unravel the ropes around her back. She holds her weight around my neck with her hands clenched together, and her heaviness, but she is not heavy, is on my neck. 

She is a light thing, her ribs and the knuckles of her spine showing between the tight cords of her muscle. Amelia is muscle and sinew in her upper body, her strength is there. Amelia frightens me with her strength, and with her will. 

Her hips are thin, she needs no muscle or flesh there, for her lower body and legs carry no weight; her lower half is bone, scar, and silence. Above her waist, my hands complete the unturning of her rope, and she is bare before me now. Her breasts are no longer tightened and tubular, the gone ropes have let the natural shape and fullness return to that beautiful flesh. Curves, soft and natural, a ripe fullness. Her breasts are big on her slender torso, the nipples hardened nubs, pulling each soft curve to a peak. I lie her back to the sheets, and suck each nipple, one at a time, into the heat of my mouth. Amelia holds my head to her breasts. 

"Ah, yes, your mouth is hot, take my nips to your mouth, your teeth, ah gentle bites, oh god." 

I caress her nipples and breasts with my mouth and tongue, and my hands run through her hair and over her scars on the one side of her head, and hold the smoothness of her skull on the the other. I slide into a rhythm of caress and kiss over her grooved skin, and slowly the ruts from the rope rise and her skin is smoother, but a trail of redness circles her. 

Her hand presses me harder to her breast, and urges me to stay there. Amelia doesn't tell me with words, but her holding my head and her mouth to those risen nipples and tightened flesh tells me where her pleasure comes from now. I pay those nipples the same attention I would usually give between a woman's thighs. 

My tongue between the lips of her sweet sex would be sweetness for me only, with Amelia's numbness there, but the pleasure of her breasts and her throat and her chest is for her. She feels my heat in the depths of her breasts, and arches the top half of her body up to me. 

"Fuck yes, take my tits into your mouth, oh god, and your fingers, your fingers between my lips." 

And she bites my fingers with her teeth and suckles them into her mouth, her tongue swirling. She sucks a little fuck from my fingers, and I raise my head from her breast and see a redding blaze rising on her chest and along the side of her throat, and her breath is rising, faster now, small sighs sighing and rising from her throat like a wind rippling through leaves. 

My hands and fingers are a caress all over her body, and my tongue is now deep into her mouth, and she sucks my lips and my tongue into her. Her hands are on her own breasts, and she pulls and pinches each nipple up with a twist and a tug, and I see that she has her own special rhythm on her ripe nipples, and I guess she has learned her body anew since the silence of her nerves below, and she has found new ways to shudder and shake. She trembles beneath my hands, and her rising pleasure is all I want for her now. 

"What should I do, Amelia, where am I best?" 

I don't know where I can pleasure her the most, my tongue on her tip might be a lost, numb thing. 

"Suckle hard on my clit, make it feel you. If I see you between my legs, my eyes see what my body can't. And our fingers can play on my breasts. I'm so close, feel my blaze." 

The skin on her throat is hot, and her nipples hard, tight. She is close. I didn't know but Amelia told me - love my sex like you would any woman's sex; with your heart. Fuck, I can do that, I can lie a thousand years between a woman's legs, my tongue in her sweet slit, my hot mouth over her rising clit, even if the nerves are different and connect in unknown ways. 

But Amelia's eyes, they are the connection between my tongue on her clit and her brain. Her look replaces her spine. She sees me between her legs and her eyes hold mine, and our hands connect on her breasts. My fingers pinch and tighten one nipple, her fingers the other. Our hands grapple and connect, our fingers entwined, she pulls that hand up to her mouth. Her tongue is fierce, and her lips suck my fingers inside her. A fuck, a little finger fuck in her mouth. 

All the time, her eyes hold mine, as I twist and suck, my tongue in her sex. A tape holds a catheter to her thigh, but I don't mind, I just take care not to knock and bump it. Her clit is hidden and red, and my suck and spit is her moisture, and our eyes connect. Her lost nerves find replacements in her open eyed, non blinking gaze, and I caress her lips and slick that fleshy clit with my tongue, and our hands peak her long nipples high on her breasts, and she holds my hand to her throat. 

And all the time her eyes never leave mine and mine never leave hers, and she looks down on me, my face between her thighs and my mouth on her heating sex. Our fingers twist and tighten and her eyes don't leave mine. Then she gasps, a tight intake of breath, and her eyes widen one last time, huge and black, her pupils a wide blackness. And Amelia arches her back, her head rolls back, and her eyes flicker back, and she shudders with her pleasure. Her eyes lose mine. 

Amelia comes, her hand on my head between her legs, her numb, quiet thighs, her thin long legs spread wide. She shudders, and her body ripples, her hands a spasming grip in my hair. I feel her fingers pull, and she wants my body up on hers, my chest to her breasts, my lips to her throat and her lips, my beating heart near hers. 

I rise myself over her, and she looks up at me, her big dark eyes open wide again, and I fall into her darkness and I don't mind. I belong there. She reaches her hand up to my face, and one to my hair, and she pulls me down to her breast. I slide beside her, she is slender and I fear my weight on her, and rest my head on her chest. Her heart beats, a flutter, a small double beat close together, fast. 

We pull covers over ourselves for warmth, and her hand drops to my cock, and holds it gently, just a soft squeeze. Amelia holds me, as I hold her in my arms. We are still for a minute and a second minute, and her heart beat is slower as she descends from her pleasure. 

She takes one thing at at a time, Amelia, and she registers that the heat of my cock is in her palm, and begins an oh so slow movement up and down, down and up the shaft, and a velvet palm over the head. I arch my back in the pleasure of it, and my nerves are full, but hers are not, not all of them. 

Amelia urges me to twist and move on the bed, for it is easier for me to move, but she wants my heat near her mouth, near her cheek. 

"Roll on you back, and pull yourself higher on the bed," she whispers, "pull yourself high so I can play with this wonderful cock, feel its heat." 

I reach to the top of her bed and there are straps tied to the rail at the top of her bed, for her to grab, to pull up her body. I use them to pull my body higher, and she coils her head and upper body over mine, and she takes my hot red head into her mouth, and her hand is on my shaft, and she sucks me deep. 

I look down, and pull the ivory pin from her hair, and a pink spill of her hair coils upon my chest and I wrap the soft silk of her hair over my arm. Her mouth, her red-lipped mouth, is gentle around my cock, and her bright hair falls around me, a spill of colour everywhere. 

She takes me deep, her palms and fingers on the rising heat of my balls. She won't slow me this time, her pace is faster but at the same time teasingly slow. I want to come, but she doesn't want me to, not yet, and I know there is a smile on her lips, denying me until she has played enough and she is ready for me. Until she wants me. Amelia is a woman who knows what she wants. Her gone legs won't slow her. She still has her hands and her miraculous mouth.

She is curled around the throb of my cock and her hands are an idle touch up and down my thighs and across my hips, all of those places that on her are numb. It is as if she wants to urge up sensations in me from those limbs that on her body are senseless and lost, and by urging a response from me, can imagine that same response from herself. She delights in making me jerk and twitch, and her fingers raise goosebumps and shivers from my flesh. 

And her lips are red around the rim of my cock, and every now and then she lifts her mouth from my heat, and looks to my eyes. Her fingers, her black nailed fingers, scratch a line around my shaft where the red has left a mark on my skin, red on red. Amelia sucks the length of me into her mouth, and her hand is urging up a rise in my shaft, and a coil of pleasure begins in the base of my spine. She is faster and more relentless now, but her hand and mouth controls and edges my pleasure. 




Rope and Veil



She has me writhing beneath her hands and mouth, and oh fuck, she is going to bring me to my panting peak, her mouth hot around my shaft. Amelia's tongue swirls, and her fingers feel my balls rise high, that final constriction before a long stream of come pulses up my shaft. 

Her timing is exquisite - just as I am about to spurt the first long throb of cream into her mouth, she raises her head so that just the tip of my cock is between her lips, and when my prick pulses its first throb, her mouth is ready to receive my cream, and Amelia tastes me down. I pulse again, again, and her throat swallows and swallows. 

Then I am done, my pulsing stops and Amelia twists her body away from my groin and back to my face, and she kisses me deep, passing the taste of me to my own tongue, and I sip myself from her mouth. My come is a slight salty tang, but I taste her lips more. Amelia's red lips, and her dark eyes hold my own. 

"So, Alex, gone down, all the way?" 

"Fuck, Amelia, riding in the lift with you was never like that.

"You bitch, you're going to say that in the lift one day, and you will be all Miss Innocence: who me? I just meant the ground floor...." 

She laughs, her beautiful contralto laugh, and my heart melts for her, this beautiful damaged woman who doesn't let a few obstacles get in her way. She has defined herself with her colourful hair and her ropes. We curl together on the bed, her hair a swirl, her cheek on my chest. Her long fingers reach to my cheek and caress me softly there. She looks up at me, her big dark eyes a smear of her make-up, darkness upon her cheeks, and smiled. 

"This is peaceful, it's nice. Thanks, A. You do me good." 

And we snuggle down into the warmth of the bed, and talk about this and that. She tells me of her rope master, her Nawashi Roshi, and his sacred approach to her binding. I'm fascinated, and then more so, when she instructs me to go to a drawer and take out a collection of photographs there. 

Amelia bound, her body a ravel of ropes carefully tied and knotted; and Amelia unbound, the wrap of the ropes removed, leaving spiralled grooves in her skin. Amelia, her body damaged and ravaged, turning herself into art.

That was Amelia, then; wheelchair bound and tied by ropes, her legs numb but her body alive. She constrains herself and she releases herself, and forces sensation into her flesh to make up for its absence below her waist. 

Over the days and weeks she teaches me her twists and ties of rope, her Kinbaku. She lets me bind herself tight, foetal and curled; and she challenges me to tie her tighter. 

"The tighter you bind and constrain me, the greater the release when the ropes fall free. My blood, it rushes to my skin, and I feel more alive. My body and arms, they fill with sensation. It makes up for my legs." 

I cherish those thin, fine legs, and when I am inside her, long and slow, I reach back and bring her legs up in my arms. Amelia cannot feel them, but she sees her limbs around my hips and thighs, and they become a part of her again, through her eyes. She sees herself whole, then. 

But sometimes, I see her watching me as I walk around her apartment, and I see her eyes darken at my freedom, and the smile falls away from her lips. She does not do it often, this revelation of her injustice. But I see it, nevertheless. 

And one day, I go to see her Nawashi. 

-- ooo OOO ooo -- 

Roshi helped me to Amelia's door. 

"Will she understand what I'm trying to do here?" 

"Yes. I think so. You cannot be permanent, like she is, but Amelia will understand. Yes. She will appreciate the gesture." 

I was relying on his wisdom, for he had tied Amelia, and knew his art well, and his canvas. 

"Thank you, Roshi san." 

I buzzed on the doorbell, and the latch clicked open. Amelia knew I was coming over. 

"Alex, what on earth have you done?" 

I clumsily levered myself into her apartment, my crutches ungainly and my legs helpless, baggy pants covering my lower limbs. 

"I wanted to know what it is like for you, even if it's not real for me, not permanent." 

Amelia looked up at me from her wheelchair, which she was using to speed herself around her apartment. She tapped one of her black polished nails to her lush red lips, just once, and raised one of her perfect eyebrows, quizzically. And then she laughed, her beautiful contralto laugh a burst of joy. 

"Oh, you gorgeous man, that's so sweet. You fucking idiot! That's just gorgeous." 

It was good to know, then, that even if my idea was misguided, Amelia was amused by it. And then she stopped, and her look intensified. She gazed at me, her eyes a myriad of shifting moods flickering in seconds, as she realised what I was doing, and why. 

The power shifted in the room, and I gave myself up to her will and her strength. She sat higher in the wheelchair, and became a queen. 

"Show me," she commanded, and wheeled her chair back so that she was in the centre of the long hall that lead down to her bedroom. Her movement measured a distance I would have to cross, by myself. 

Dropping one crutch to the ground, I leaned my weight on the other and got my balance. I then started to undo the buttons of my shirt. 

"Slowly. I want to savour this, like you did the first time I showed you my ropes." 

The corners of her mouth were raised in the slightest smile, and her eyes shone with delight. Her hand went to her throat, and she stroked her neck with a single finger. And flicked her hair aside, deliberately showing me the skin of her neck. Amelia undid one of her buttons, and another, and the deep shadow of her cleavage started to emerge. 

I too began to undo the buttons on my shirt one by one, and the flesh of my chest was slowly revealed, my bare chest. 

"Oh, I'm beginning to see now. Was this Roshi's idea or yours?" 

"Mine, but he helped me with the knots, to get them tight." 

Amelia settled back into her wheelchair, her fingers an idle trace down the side of her neck, occasionally nudging the top of the next button on her blouse, but her breasts remained hidden. 

"Take your shirt off." 

She was taking control of the pace of my undressing, and would slow me down from my eagerness. She knew what it was like to be denied, her own body had done that to her every day for many years. So she would be slow, a torture, Tantalus without the rock. 

"Show me your legs." Her voice was low, and despite her control, her whisper was the slightest tremble. 

Balancing now on the crutch, I untied the cord about my waist, and the loose pants fell down my legs to the floor. Her gaze on me was steady, her eyes a slow drop from my chest to my groin, to my thighs, down to my feet, and back up. She nodded, once. 

"He's tied you well, and so tight. Have you any feeling left?" 

Roshi's ropes were tied tight around my legs, tying them tightly together from my thighs to my ankles, long looping coils of tightly stranded rope completely covering my skin. At my groin he had twisted finer ropes around the drop of my balls and twice around the base of my penis, which hung heavy and long down the ripple of ropes that was around my thigh. 

Tied together as they were, my legs were useless to me, they could not support my weight. Without the crutch, I was helpless, reliant on the strength in my arms to drag myself around. I swayed before Amelia as she sat in her chair across the other side of the room. 

"Lower yourself gently to the floor," she said, "and I'll join you." 

Her gaze was intense, ah fuck, how she looked at me. 

"I love why you have done this for me. It's beautiful. I'm humbled by you. That doesn't happen often, I must say. Proud Mary, me." 

By now, the tightness of the ropes was indeed beginning to affect my ability to stand, as my legs and feet were becoming numb and distant. I slid gracelessly down the wall, and managed to lever myself so that I leaned on one arm, half on my back, my tied and useless legs stretched out before me. 

I was sprawled on the floor like a floundering merman, my knotted and bound legs as helpless on land as the tail of a fish is on a beach. Unlike a merman, I could not slide back to the sea and escape in the fluidity of water. I was trapped, a landed creature, my arms the only way to move myself around. Unlike Amelia, though, my arms were not used to the task ahead of me. I really would be crippled. 

Amelia though, she was used to the loss of her legs, and her arms had toughened and strengthened over the years since her accident. She was agile and fluid, like a mermaid in water, even when on land. 

Sitting in her wheelchair, she sat tall and proud. Her long silken swathe of hair falling down one side of her head, she began to undo further the buttons of her blouse. Her milky cleavage was shown off by an intricately laced bra, the two ripe mounds of her breasts beautifully cupped, and thin straps held taut to her shoulders. She slowly, oh so slowly, undid each pearl button on her blouse, one by one, until the front of the garment was open and swung away from her body. 

Her breasts were high and round, her belly flat. Amelia twisted her body to shake first one sleeve from her arm, and then the other. Sitting in her chair she was wearing a black leather skirt, with a long slit up her thigh. On her legs, laced high up to her thighs, she wore a stunning pair of boots, high heels even though she could not walk on them, and a weave of long laces criss-crossed all the way up the front of the boots. And all the way down the back. Amelia was not bound, but she kept her favourite ropes twined around her limbs. 

Seeing her lace cupped breasts high and full on that slight torso, my cock started to thicken and rise, and I pulled on the floor to get myself moving towards her. Amelia's eyes widened as she saw both movements. 

"Not bound too tight then. That's rather nice, seeing you respond to my undressed breasts like that. I would have wettened between my legs at the idea of it, once upon a time." 

Her look was wistful, remembering. But she shook her head, twice, and her eyes tightened, dismissing the thought. Amelia gripped the front of the wheelchair, and using the agile, lithe strength of her arms, lifted the weight of her body from the seat, and shifted herself forward. She slid herself out of the chair onto the floor. 

Pushing the chair away from her with one hand, she dragged her leather booted legs behind her as she quickly covered the space between us. Like me, a mermaid without water, a crawling thing. 

"You know, A, I'd drag myself over barbed wire to get to you." 

She was far more agile than I, and was able to twist and turn herself over my body. I was able to clumsily welcome her to my arms, and wrapped her beauty close. Our lips touched, and she pushed me to my back and lay herself half on me, her legs long beside my tied legs. 

The only thing moving below our waists was the thickened rise of my cock, which Amelia took into her hand. Caressing my balls with a slow, gentle movement, she cupped the hot centre of me to the palms of her hands. The only part of us moving below our waists: my cock and her hands. She could feel the heat of me in her hands, and I could feel the gentle caress of her hands over me. 

Above our waists, though, our skins were a shiver of response and a rise of goose-bumped flesh, as our fingers lightly caressed each other. I reached behind her, my two hands momentarily deft, and unclipped the hooks of her bra, and that delicate froth of lace fell from her breasts. Amelia shrugged her shoulders forward and the thin straps slid down her arms and away to the floor. 

Her peaked nipples were tight and long, and hot under my lips. I sucked the hardness of each nipple into my mouth, swirling the tightness with my tongue. She sighed, and arched her back to push those lush mounds up to the heat of my hunger. My nipples tightened as I pulled and nipped hers between my teeth, tiny tugs, and her nipples were tight and hard. 

Amelia pulled my face up to hers, holding both my cheeks in the palms of her hands, a prayer around my face. She looked deep into my eyes, and her eyes were steady and unblinking, her pupils widening but it was not getting darker. 

"So, Alex, are you numb like me now, dragging yourself on the hard floor? Can you make it to my room? The bed is so much softer." 

She kissed me, hard and long, her tongue a promise. And she rolled herself off me, and reached for places along the wall that she could grab and pull herself along, her leather skirt sliding on the tiles. I saw where her hands went, and matched her grab for grab, the rope around my legs sliding easily. She was faster and more agile than I, and by the time I made it to the door of her room, she had already hauled herself onto the bed. She was on her belly, with her arms over the side of the bed, reaching towards me. 

"Come on, beautiful man, hurry up. What's the matter, got no legs?" 

Her laugh was gentle, and her eyes were bright. She knew I was doing this for her, even if I could not properly articulate it. Amelia appreciated my wish to be like her, for a tiny moment, to experience the difficulty and the difference of her legs. Her ropes would bind me this day, but unlike Amelia, I would walk again. 

But Amelia, being Amelia, knew that part of me, however it might be bound, was still working, and she decided that my belly would make a good pillow for her head, and her mouth a soft caress for my cock. 

"Don't expect me to talk for a while," she said, sliding her tongue and lips around my cock; and her hands around my balls, a gentle hot cup around their coolness. 

Ah God, she was slow and tantalising, urging a long heat into the shaft of me, her mouth a hot wet place, the purple head of my cock a delicacy on her tongue, like some exotic fruit. 

I pulled up the soft silk of her hair, and twisted it up to my neck, just as she would twist it in her hands, twice. What, haven't you seen long hair before? Not brightly coloured like yours Amelia, and her hair was silken smooth against my cheek, and the scars on her head rough under my fingers as I slowly dragged my fingers through her hair and over the curve of her skull. 

The tip of my finger was a gentle touch over the lobe of her ear, just as the the tip of her tongue was a gentle probe into the slit at the head of my cock. My finger stroked down the side of her throat, and her nail was a long scratch down the shaft of my heat and two fingers a touch on my balls. 

The tip of my finger was a slow swirl over the nub of each bone on her spine, trailing down her back until she could feel no more, and then my fingers were a slow caress back up where her flesh felt mine. My touch was too delicate, and she gasped with the pleasure of it, and my cock felt the sigh of her breath, like the faintest breeze in the sunlight. 

Her breath shuddered under my slow hands, and she wanted the taste of my lips on hers, so she twisted her body and fell on mine, her hand still on my cock and her kiss to my lips. We tasted each other slowly, and we had lots of time. We were both unhurried, but our fingers on our breasts and nipples and throats were slowly forcing a faster pace to our movements. She lay light on top of me. 

"I can feel the heat of your cock against my belly. Leave it there, I want to feel the spill of your come on my flesh, my skin is my cunt now." 

She was langourous and slow in her movements, but slowly, oh so slowly, she began to move her body, sliding up and down mine. She grasped one arm around my neck, the other gripped a strap at the top of the bed, and she was able to use the strength of her arms to move herself over me. And my cock slid between the smooth flesh of her belly and against mine. It was not wet, but oh god, it was soft and smooth, and oh fuck, who needs a cunt when there is warm flesh instead, and she will feel the wet spill of my come. When she is ready. 

Amelia was slow and unhurried, and took her pleasure from my body. Her eyes were wide and she held my gaze, and she made love to me with her eyes open, her sight replacing the sensation gone from between her legs. My hands continued to caress her long back, and she arched her back so that my palms could cup her heavy breasts and her hard nipples, press the warm flesh up to her chest. She lay her weight upon me, and slid. 

Amelia slid, and my cock was hard and hot against our flesh, and my hands were full of hot breasts and the pulling peaks of her nipples. Her breasts were oh so soft, with a blooming flush over the top of her chest and up her neck, and her breath came in shorter gasps. 

My breath too was faster, and our bodies twisted against each other, swathing the hot shaft of my cock with hot flesh. She pressed her belly against mine, my shaft between, and the friction was intense. I could feel the heat coiling at the base of my spine and deep in my gut, and as I pulled her mouth to mine for a deep long, thrusting kiss, the spill and spurt of my come pulsed my cock. 

"Oh, Christ, the heat of you on my belly, that's wonderful. Come for me, you beautiful man, come on my belly and let me feel your wetness there." 

Her belly became her cunt, and the spill of my seed her wetness. We shuddered and thrust together, and with a final twist of her nipples, Amelia shivered in her own pleasure, and we came together, my come on our bellies the wetness she did not have between her legs. 

Our heat cooled, and we were sticky together as my cock softened, and we rolled beside each other, our arms wrapped about. Her soft spill of hair was across my neck like a veil, and her eyes were wide, her lips red. She held her hands to my back, palms flat on my shoulder blades, and I felt the heat of her palms on my back. 

Her full breasts were hot between us, and the flush on her neck was a rich blush into her cleavage. I caressed her face with my fingers, and kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled at the affectionate gesture, and we were slow in our afterglow. Our fingers linked together. Amelia. 

And then she struggled herself off me, and moved lower onto my belly. She undid the holding knot of the ropes about my legs, and slowly started to untwist and unravel the cords tied tight. As she undid the ropes, a matching series of grooves and depths were revealed on my flesh, and there was a burning redness along the bottom of each groove. The marks of rope were like the scarred gouge along her thigh. 

Unlike that scar, however, which was numb, the burn of returning sensation to my limbs brought pain and heat. 

"Fuck, that hurts, I didn't know it would hurt." 

Now I get why she ties herself tight and releases the ropes. It brings heat and sensation to the half of her that feels, to make up for the half that doesn't.

Amelia isn't defined by her accident, but she doesn't let herself forget the pain of it. Neither is she defined by her ropes, but their absence helps her remember. Amelia remembers, she never forgets. 

She is relentless with herself. Going down all the way, she has given herself a ladder to climb back into the light. Every time. 

Amelia is stronger than me, I know that. I will crawl over barbed wire to reach her. Every time. 



Rope! Bandana! Cane!



Standing there naked, nothing upon you but your guilt. 

You knew you had done wrong but you couldn't acknowledge it; you will acknowledge it now! 

I take your hands and bind them tightly to the top of the four poster above your head. You moan as the cord bites into the softness of your wrists; those moans will soon turn to screams. 

I spread your legs and tie your ankles to the corners of the bed, I feel between your legs, your cunt is wet and swollen; why? This is a punishment, not a pleasure. 

I grab your hair and pull back hard, you open your mouth to scream but before a sound can come out I force a large handkerchief into your mouth, packing it fully; your words will not be heard today. 

I take your red bandana and pull it hard between your teeth, forcing that gag deeper into your mouth. I lift your hair and pull that bandana tight, muffled moans escape your packed mouth as the cloth bites into the corners of those soft and vulnerable lips. 

I walk towards the dresser and lift the cane; long, slim, almost flimsy looking but with a bite that can break the strongest of wills. 

I stroke your buttocks; smooth, firm, soft, almost peach like, not a mark on them...for the moment. 

I pull back my arm left arm, the cane bites deep into your right cheek, you scream through your packed mouth as that slim devil performs it's righteous task on your soft and yielding flesh! 

I step to the left and it bites into your other cheek with equal delight! 

Left, right! Struggle, scream! Left, right! Struggle, scream! Poetry in motion! 

I stop for breath and look at my endeavours; soft, pretty, welts already decorate your guilty behind. That red bandana is now soaked with your sweet saliva, that makes my cock hard but you must feel more from the bite of the cane before you can feel the thrust of my shaft. 

I draw back, both cheeks simultaneously now, feel that disciplinary bite! 

Again! Again! Again! You struggle wildly against your bonds, that cruelly, tightly, gagged mouth crying out your pain and your pleasure. Yes, pleasure, for I feel your recalcitrance may have been a means to an end! 

Whatever! 

I bring back the cane for one more stroke, feel it slice into you; watching you almost collapse into your bonds as the final bite ends your punishment and begins my pleasure. 

I grab your hair once again and force you to look into my dark, angry eyes. Tears stream from your face but they don't move me...much. 

I touch your buttocks, swollen and red, an ugly kind of beauty. 

That vision excites me! My cock is so hard it aches! 

I free it from it's prison and slide it slowly into your ass hole, that tight, warm, pleasure channel! 

You groan as my full length fills you. I move, slowly at first; in, out, up, down! 

Then faster, harder! You moan through that packed and painfully fettered mouth as my stiff rod slams into that soft and vulnerable hole. 

Faster! Harder! Deeper! Until I explode inside you, filling you with that part of me! 

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I take a large butt plug from the dresser and push it deep inside your hole, trapping my cum inside you, leaving my essence there to remind you that I was a part of you and that you were all of mine! 

You have been punished enough, I will leave you bound, gagged and plugged for a while. 

When I come back, we will talk.



Rope Bound



I stood before Daddy and slowly let my clothes drop to the floor. I smiled and looked into his eyes as he brought out the ropes. I loved the smell and the feel of rope. Daddy had chosen several lengths of different colors. Today he picked purple, black and red to play with.

He had me stand before him as he chose a piece of black rope and held it in his hand. I already knew that he decided that my breasts would be the first thing to be bound. I assumed the position and leaned forward to give him the best access to wind the rope tightly around each globe.

I closed my eyes as I felt the pressure of the blood pooling in each of my breasts. I could feel each time he wound the rope around, he would pull it tighter. When I felt that Daddy was done tying my breasts, I slowly opened my eyes and saw how they stuck straight out. The blood was already collecting and the skin was already taking on that purple hue.

Daddy instructed me to lie on the bed, flat on my back. I already trusted Daddy so I did as he asked without complaint. I positioned myself in the exact center of the bed.

As I lay there Daddy carefully arranged the pillows behind me and got me into the position that he desire. I lifted my head and shoulders to help him find exactly what he wanted. This also made me much more comfortable than if I was lying flat on my back.


I helped him as much as I could as he worked his magic. As he bound me with the different colors or rope. I arched my back to allow his hands to slide the rope under me so he could encircle the rope around my waist. Soon that rope was secured to the bed frame. He surprised me with a coarser piece of yellow rope that I wasn't expecting and made a crotch rope with it. We both knew it would rub my clit raw. Just the first seconds of it rubbing made me throb with desire. But I knew my discomfort was also your pleasure.

Pretty red rope was attached to the padded leather cuffs I wore for play, and tied to the headboard. They were tied so tightly, that I couldn't even move one inch. Likewise the purple rope was slipped through the rings on my padded ankle cuffs. My legs were spread wide apart and also tied to the headboard. This kept them high in the air.

I was forced into this one position. I felt open and exposed. I was bound into the position that you desired and one that was for your pleasure. It was perfectly done. I felt open to you like a beautiful flower offering you my nectar.

As I lay there all strung up, you set the mood in the room. Soft sounds surround the room and enter my ears. And the room is bathed in soft candlelight. The atmosphere of the room is soft and romantic. I watch you walk over to me and stand by the side of the bed. As you tell me how beautiful I look to you.

As he stands next to the bed fully clothed my view is stuck to the bulge in his jeans. I watch you slowly stripped off your black t-shirt and fling it across the room. You slowly unbutton and slide the zipper down on your jeans. You slip your jeans and traditional whitey tighty briefs down past your hips and shimmy them down your legs. You kick them out of the way when you're done.

As I eye your hard cock I bite my bottom lip. I give you the eye, letting you know what I want to do. I am begging with my eyes and not making a sound. You know I want to pleasure you with my mouth.

You take a step closer to me, and you get on the bed. You straddle my upper body and I smile. Because I know what is written in the stars for me tonight. You hold your cock just in front of my mouth, teasing me with it. I stick my tongue out, just far enough to lick the precum off the tip of your cock. And I savor your unique flavor. You rub your hard cock around my face. You let me breath in your deep musky scent.

"Open your mouth." You order me.

You slip your cock closer to my mouth so my tongue can prepare it. Lubricate it with my saliva. I take a deep breath as you prepare to skull fuck my face. You rest both hands on the headboard as you move your hips. You move slowly at first. You let me take my time in getting past my gag reflux. But soon you're moving your hips forward and backwards over and over, as you force your cock down my throat. I know your pleasure in this. I take your entire cock down my throat.

You pause for a moment letting me breathe. And you also allow me to suck on the head of your cock. I rub my teeth lightly across your shaft, nipping lightly on the head of your cock.

I look up at you, and as I do this and see that you're still holding onto the headboard. Your head is thrown back and the look of pleasure on your face satisfies me.

So I continue to give your cock my full attention. I swirl my tongue around its head. I take my time as I move my head forward to take in as much as I can of your throbbing cock. But I am limited because of the position I'm in. And that only frustrates me. I hear your moan and that only makes me give you more attention.

I think of your pleasure, and try not to think of my aching tits and pussy. I know when your ready, you will give my body the attention that you feel I deserve.

I close my eyes and feel one of your hands on my head, as you run your fingers through my hair. You tell me to take a breath and I do because I already know what you like. You ram your cock back down my throat; quickly I get over the gag reflux. You fuck my mouth fast and furious. I can feel the head of your cock hitting the back of my throat. Repeatedly this happens. I feel your cock begin to pulse; I hear your breathing get ragged as it increases in its rhythm. Your moans of pleasure fill my ears as your hot seed shoots into my mouth.

As you slowly remove your still hard cock from my mouth I'm very careful to suck it clean and not to spill a drop. I savor your flavor and thank you for your gift. I smack my lips together and softly moan.

Slowly and carefully you rise and get off the bed. Standing next to the bed once again you lean down and kiss me. You whisper "You did good little girl. Daddy is proud of you." And you walk away.

I know you will be back shortly. And while you're gone I take a moment to try to move. The ropes were still sturdy and tied tightly. I still couldn't make them budge, no matter how hard I tried. I know I'm at your total mercy, but I also trust you will my body and soul.

I watch you return and my gaze is attracted to your moving gate. I wonder to myself what you are holding behind your back. But I know I will find out in just a few more steps.

You ask me if I am ready for more and of course my answer is a simple. "Yes Daddy."

We both smile at each other as you show me my favorite ball gag. I raised my head and open my mouth wide to accept the gag as you slip it into my mouth. Keeping my head raised as you buckle the gag behind my head. When you're done with the buckle you place a bell into my hand. Just in case I need to code out.

Suddenly I let out a test scream. But I know you're not surprised because I love the sound of my muffled screams. So I give a few more test screams before we begin.

Your attention turns to my breasts. First you slap my purplish red bulbs of flesh formally known as my tits. To the left, to the right, up and down you slap them. It stings and hurts as you do this to me. My moans escape my gag. But we both know the pleasure you receive in doing these things to me. Just as I enjoy the pain as well. You apply clothes pins to my fully erect nipples. I close my eyes and breathe through the pain. You smile as you watch me as I deal with the pain privately.

My clit has been rubbed a pretty shiny red color by the rope, and this is where your attention falls next. The coarseness of the rope has been pulled tight across my pussy. You pull the rope where it lay just above my hairless mound and give it a hard pull. I let out a squeal around the gag. Your other hand reaches to pinch my clit tightly between your fingers. I breathe in, not knowing you're your exact plan are. I don't know if you will make me scream in pleasure or with frustration.

From our toy bag on the floor next to the bed you remove your favorite vibrator. It's long and very thick. You turn it on high, letting me watch. You rub it around my face slowly before you slide the toy down my belly where you slip it into my wet and waiting pussy. Shoving it in as deep as it will go you leave it there, still vibrating fiercely. You attach another clothespin to my very sensitive clit. I moan in the building up of sensations.

You grip the vibrator and fuck me with it fast and furious. It slides in and out with ease from the natural lubrication of my wet pussy. I watch the muscles in your arm ripple as you force this object in and out over and over.

I begin to climb the ladder of my orgasm. I feel it building deep within my body. You know I can't resist it, and I know I have your permission to cum. My body begins to quake, but I can't move. I can only try and shift my hips in millimeters to get as close as I can to the epicenter. My moans become more screams, even if they are muffled.

But you don't let up from your goal. You force me to orgasm over and over. There isn't a thing I can do about it. My body shakes as another orgasm racks my body. Yet you keep on forcing that still vibrating toy in and out of my cunt. As yet another orgasm rolls through me. It's now becoming more painful than pleasure, but that doesn't stop you. I continue to scream. I continue to try and wiggle and move away. But there is nothing that I can do to stop this from happening to me. The body betrays me as the juices flow freely from my pussy.

My screams become wilder. I am in a state of desperation with the need of relief. Painful orgasms now grip me. But they don't stop or slow down. As another wave overtakes me, my breathing is wild and passionate. My nose is flaring like a wild animal. I'm trying to breath through the pain mixed with pleasure. My screams are still muffled.

I force my eyes wide open to watch your face as you do this to me. I see a smile come over your face. I know your smiling because of the pleasure it gives you to have such control over me, over my body.

I close my eyes as yet another wave crosses through me. I'm shaking from the intense emotions I've gone through. The passion that you have shown me today, forced me to endure. I try and wiggle free of my bonds, but still I can not. I can't even move them an inch for Daddy has tied them so tightly.

You know my breaking point, and stop just short of it. You stop fucking me with the toy and turn the vibrator to low, and return it to my cunt. Yet I continue to scream because it still feels intense. I still fight the restraints; my body's circuitry seemed to be exploding from all the sensations.

You know and understand the state of my body and mind. You carefully remove the clothespins. And untie the ropes that bind me, leaving the cuffs in place. Last you remove the vibrator and the gag. My body is limp in your arms as you complete the last of the tasks. You cover me with a blanket as you wipe my forehead, and tell me how pleased you are with me.

You let my body calm and let me compose myself. Knowing I need this time to sooth myself before you touch me again. But during this time you don't leave me alone. Subconsciously I know that you sit in a chair across the room and watch me. As I rest I can here you on another level talking softly and calmly.

Once I open my eyes, and that is your cue. You remove your robe and get under the blankets with me. Cuddling me and snuggling with me. Skin to skin we touch, intimately. You rub and pet me, touching me as you talk softly to me. I nuzzle into your arms. As your fingertips find the cuffs still on my wrists, we both smile. Knowing that when I wear these cuffs I submit totally to you, and knowing my submission is trust. And the balance is shared.

All I was capable of saying in a whispered voice is "Thank you, Daddy." As I drift off to sleep.



Rope Head



**This is a shorter story, a quick fantasy on my mind recently. I've used "Sir" instead of a name so that it is easier to imagine yourself in the place of the characters. Please give feedback, I'm always working on improving my writing.**

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Like any other good day, today started out with my wonderful Dom tying me up. Nothing puts me in a better mood than feeling the touch of rope on my skin -- the only thing that centers me more is feeling his hand in my hair as I kneel in front of him. 

Most mornings, we spend several minutes going through the ritual of tying and kneeling, putting me in a great mood to conquer my day. Sometimes I stay in the rope for just a few minutes as we take care of the morning chores and breakfast, other times I remain in them all day. 

Today, we each have the whole day off from work and commitments, so I've already anticipated being tied up for a lengthy while. He starts by putting me into a simple karada, one of my favorite ties. I enjoy the feeling of restriction while still having my ankles and arms free. This tie never fails to make me squirm in arousal, especially as the crotch rope moves when I go about my day. 

After I'm put in the harness, we go about our morning as usual. I can't tell if this will be the extent of our sensual play, but either way I revel in the feeling of the rope throughout the morning. I can tell Sir is messing with me, as he keeps dropping things and having me straighten things up, making me bend and move around into semi-bizarre positions all morning. 

Each time I bend and straighten the rope slides against my clit, adding to my arousal. It turns me on even more having to maintain a sense of normalcy while feeling so squirmy inside, but I know Sir sees right through me to how hot I am getting. 

At some point a few hours later, things have calmed down a bit more and we are each settling down to read and catch up on the news. Sir has me sit facing forward between his knees, moving close so I can feel his hard cock against my neck. As I start trying to read the paper, I can feel Sir's fingers gently teasing my neck and playing with my hair -- messing with me just enough to ensure that I'm distracted by my arousal. I don't want to distract him, but soon I can't help but outwardly squirm, trying to shift the ropes against my clit. 

Sir moves a hand down to tease my nipples, gently caressing and twisting them. At this point, I sacrifice the paper to the side, moving my knees up and apart and leaning back into Sir's lap. He moves one hand around my throat, holding firmly enough to let me know he is in control, as his other hand continues tormenting my now-hard nipples. 

Sir stands, pulling my hair to let me know to rise with him. Once we are back in the den (our designated play space is a den attached to the bedroom), he has me stand with my back to him as he prepares things behind me. Sir has me move my hands behind my back, grabbing my opposite wrists, and he ties my arms into the karada. Sir moves his hands up and down my shoulders and arms, then down and around to tease my nipples again, pinching and twisting until I'm moaning out loud.

After moving over to the couch, Sir guides me down on my knees in front of him. He moves one hand down to play with my clit, rubbing it gently -- enough to make me squirm but not enough to make me cum. In a few minutes, I'm writhing on his hand, fully aroused, and he gently inserts a vibrator into my cunt. This particular vibrator has a dildo and a separate attachment that lies on my clit, snuggly held in place by the crotch rope; both pieces vibrate via a small remote. Sir shucks his pants and sits back down, his hand gently caressing my face. 

Sir guides my head so that my mouth is around his hard cock, and nods at me to go ahead and suck away. I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring his taste. One of his hands remains in my hair, caressing my neck and gently tugging to let me know what he likes best. His other hand wanders, toying with my nipples and occasionally tugging on different ropes to reinforce my restraint. I continue sucking, moving up and down his shaft and trying my best to please my Dom.

After a minute, I can feel the vibrator in my pussy turn on, making me squirm back and hum around Sir's cock. His hand in my hair tightens, and I look up at him. I'm quickly informed that anytime I break eye contact, the vibrator and all touching will stop. The added vulnerability makes me shudder, and I resume sucking while looking in his eyes. As a reward, I feel the vibrator on my clit start to hum, and my eyelids flutter and I moan around Sir's dick.

I continue to take my time, swirling my tongue and sucking deeply, teasing Sir as much as I'm allowed. He grips my hair to slow me down, than thrusts deep into my mouth, seeing how much I can take. Once I start to gag he pulls back, moving forward and repeating the same motion. Once I stop gagging each time, he increases the vibrators to the next level. I start to moan around his cock as I'm sucking, struggling to maintain eye contact the whole time. He starts pumping faster and faster, and I can tell he is getting ready to cum. As he starts fucking my face, he turns the vibrators on full speed, roughly pinching my nipples. 

All of a sudden everything turns off, and I can taste and feel Sir's seed spilling down my throat. I swallow, and smile at the look of satisfaction on Sir's face. I am seconds from begging for my own climax, but I don't want to disturb his moment of relief. Even so, I can't help myself from emitting a small moan and writhing my hips, seeking out fulfillment of any sort. 

Sir grins wickedly, and I can tell he is enjoying my predicament. He threatens to leave me that way all afternoon, and I whimper in response. Part of me would enjoy being kept this way all day, perhaps removing the arm tie but leaving the rest of the ties in place. We had done something similar once before, going out to dinner with me bound under my clothes and a vibe in place...the torment was incredible. Today, however, all I want is to cum. I've been on edge all morning, and each minute I'm tied up and staring into my Dom's eyes only serves to increase my arousal. 

Sir still has one hand in my hair, and he utters one word, "Beg." I blush -- even after all the things we have done, it still embarrasses me to explicitly discuss what I want sexually. At the same time, for some bizarre reason this light embarrassment only makes me hotter, increasing my need. I can feel the vibrator inside me turn on again at the slowest level.

"Please Sir, please let me cum. My pussy is dripping for you." Sir turns the clit vibrator on and ups the levels, making me moan and squirm even more. He moves his hands down to play with my nipples again, alternating rough pinches with pulling on the rope in my harness.

"Oh God, please, please let me cum! I c-can't bear it," my voice breaks into another moan as the vibrators go up yet another level. It is taking all my power to keep looking into Sir's eyes as he toys with me. After just another minute, I feel everything move into full speed, and Sir moves down so he is kneeling front of me. In my ear, Sir whispers "cum, my little dirty slut," before kissing me passionately, swallowing my harsh cries as I climax in his arms.



Roped and Eager



She was incredibly voluptuous, and obviously dressed to be a prick-teaser---a Barbie Doll, with a Barbie Doll hairdo and long eyelashes and a luscious mouth just made for eating, a ninety-nine G bust that threatened to bust out of a super tight blue nylon blouse, a tight waist, slim hips, an ass that the palms of my hands itched to grab hold of and a pair of tantalizing thighs that showed through a practically transparent skirt.

She teased my prick alright. And so did her proposal. "Heads you'll be my slave, tails I'll be yours," she announced. Depended what she meant by slave. I wasn't into doing the dishes or cleaning the carpet. But then neither was she, to judge by the look in her eyes or the length of her finger nails. Seemed to me I couldn't lose. If she won, as far as I was concerned she could walk all over me, sit on my face, command me to do to her whatever vile filthy things she wanted, and I'd have no beef.

But I had to get it straight. "Let's get a few things straight," I suggested. "What do you mean by slave?"

"If I win, I can do anything I like to you, or make you do anything I want to me." She'd certainly got it all thought out. "Except for hurting each other, of course. And we stay here in my apartment."

"And if I win?"

"We go to your place, and you're my master. For six hours."

I wasn't so sure I'd survive six hours. What I had in mind for her, neither would she.

"I'm on," I said. "You toss."

I wasn't sure who I wanted to win. I'd happily do anything to her she asked me to. And she could handcuff me and rape me if that was her bag. On the other hand there were all sorts of things I'd like to do to her!

I won!!! I took her back to my pad, and called up Jeff and Rudy. "Come over here, I've got something you should see." They only lived down the hall, so they arrived together. "This is Mitzi," I told them. "She's my slave. Got any ideas?"

"Sure like to see if those knockers are real," Jeff said.

"You heard the man," I told her. "We'll have to peel you."

Mitzi was willing. But she needed help. And I'd been dreaming up ideas on the way home. I got some rope out of the storage room and threw it over the rafter that crossed the living room. I fastened her wrists to one end, and hauled down till she stood with her arms straight up in the air. If her boobs had threatened to bust out of her blouse before, they were almost a lethal weapon now.

I had to unhook the blouse down the back, and none too soon because those hooks were about to pop by themselves. I drew the blouse up and over her head, and then I was gasping and the boys were whistling.

I expected one of those reinforced, armor plated double D cup things you see in the Sears catalog to hold those beauties in place. But what she wore was a flimsy blue thing with lace trimming that barely covered her nipples. It didn't look strong enough to hold a jello in place. But obviously it didn't need to be. Those tits were holding themselves up---and out---and threatening to burst right out of her brassiere. I figured she'd needed the blouse to hold the whole lot in check.

"The bra fastens at the front," Mitzi said helpfully.

Well, relieving a girl of her bra was one of my favorite pastimes. It was stretched so tight and the cups were pushed out so far, I could have got my whole fist inside her cleavage. I undid the fastener and damn nearly had to jump clear. The two halves of the bra flew apart, and those two creamy globes were thrusting out toward me, firm and upstanding and quivering with expectation.

I'd heard of tip-tilted breasts, but I'd never seen any. These tits were perfectly round, but the nipples projected slightly upward so the impression was of breasts that pointed up toward my face. The nipples were red, and large enough for a fella to get his teeth around. And surrounding those raspberries were perfect circles of pinky brown that called loudly to my mouth. Mitzi drew a deep breath, and the golden globes quivered and lifted and thrust even further toward my mouth. With a growl I grabbed the undersides with my two hands, and fastened my mouth round one protruberence, sucking the whole aureole into my mouth and nibbling the nipple between my teeth.

"Hey, what about us?" Jeff complained. Reluctantly I gave up sucking and let them move in. I'd hardly let go before their hands were all over her and their mouths were latched on to her nipples like puppies to a bitch.

I moved round behind Mitzi until the light of the table lamp shone through her skirt. Her legs were outlined clearly, long, long legs, slim as far as the knees and then swelling into thighs I couldn't wait to get my face between. All the way up I could see them, right to the top, not joining but spaced a little apart for the bulge of her twat.

I knelt down behind Mitzi and slid my hands up one leg, up inside her skirt, one hand on the inside of her thigh. Mitzi spread her feet to open her thighs, and the bulge of her twat was clearer. I let my hand wander up the inside of her thigh, thrilling to the sensation of groping inside the clothes of a manacled slave. My hand slid unobstructed to the very top. I was disappointed to find she was wearing panties, but then I thought of the pleasure in store as I pulled them down over her ass. So I contented myself with pressing one hand into the warm moistness of her crotch and sliding the other hand round to the front to press a finger against her clit.

"Time up!" I said, and separated the guys from their lollipops. I fumbled with the fastening of Mitzi's skirt, and finally unzipped it. Her waist was so small the skirt wouldn't drop by itself, so I got to my knees again---only this time in front of her---and gently pulled at the hem. The skirt came down almost reluctantly till it was a pool at her feet, and the thighs I'd seen in outline were naked in front of me. Level with my eyes was the crotch of her panties, the skimpy kind I'd only seen in porno movies, practically a G-string running high up to her hips. I expected to see wisps of pubic hair straggling out from behind the material, but only the slit of her cunt was hidden and practically all of her pubic mound was naked, so I guessed she must have shaved herself. Pity! I would have liked to shave her myself.

I held her thighs, and turned her till she had her back to me. Close to my eyes was that monumental ass, two beautiful naked globes with a deep cleft between where the string of her G-string cut in. I clutched her thighs, with my fingers probing beneath the material at the front, and pressed her to me, my face thrust into the soft warmth of that cleft. My fingers probed under the G-string, one finding the button of her clitoris and the other slipping into the hot wet hole between her thighs.

I was going to move round to the front, but the guys were already there, groping and fondling and sucking and exploring. Mitzi's pussy was already drooling, her cunt juice soaking my fingers, and for a moment I stopped to imagine the sexual agonies of pleasure she must be experiencing with three pairs of hands and three mouths doing the most exciting things to the most intimate parts of her body. I tried to imagine myself tied up at the mercy of three babes, and wished I'd let her win the toss.

"Move back," I told the guys, and turned Mitzi to face me. She was only inches from my face, and her G-string seemed even skimpier than it had when I pulled down her skirt. The crotch was pulled to one side, cutting into her groin and pulling open one of her cunt-lips. She'd done a good job of shaving herself. Every part of her twat was naked, her mound smooth and sun-tanned, her lips pouting like petals and the inside of her vulva showing pink and soft. And the tell-tale nectar was oozing from the center of that delectable flower.

I wanted to look at Mitzi's face, to see what all this attention was doing to her. But I wanted even more to haul down those panties until she was stark staring naked, tied up at our mercy. Slowly I pulled them down. They were tight fitting, and reluctant to stretch over those bulging cheeks. But I got them down to her thighs, and drew them slowly down, and off her feet so that she could open her legs again. And she certainly wasn't reluctant to do that. The guys were straining to move in, but after all she was my slave. I stared at the soft nakedness of her crotch, the bulging mound of Venus, the clitoris that was protruding all by itself and telling me how excited she must be, the parted lips that beckoned mine, the drooling hole that was most certainly going to be filled with a piece of hot meat before too long.

Holding her firmly by her cheeks, I pressed my mouth to the center of the flower, forcing the petals apart and probing as deep as I could inside. I could feel her cunt muscles throbbing, trying to grip my tongue as she pressed her crotch into my face. I wondered how big her clit was, so I withdrew from her cunt and took the little bud into my mouth. It was big enough to suck, like a little nipple, and as I diddled it with my tongue I was sure I could feel it throbbing with the onset of an orgasm.

Mitzi's belly was heaving and her thighs were as wide as she could get them. I guessed she must be just about cumming. I was nearly there myself, but I was determined not to waste an orgasm by cumming in my pants. And I wasn't about to waste the great hard-on that Mitzi was causing and the load of jism building up in my testicles. They were reserved for the depths of Mitzi's vagina.

The deep cleft between Mitzi's cheeks seemed to draw my fingers into it. One finger found the entrance to her anus and slipped easily inside, probing in and out in a miniature fuck. With my other hand I opened her cunt-lips wider and slid in first one and then two fingers. Above my head I was aware of four hands as busy as ever, and above the slurping sounds of two mouths sucking at two willing nipples I could hear the moans and gasps of Mitzi's orgasm.

Suddenly she screamed and her body went mad. I felt her kicking, and then her legs were in the air, her thighs round my neck and her long legs drumming on my back. As her belly writhed uncontrollably, her crotch was forced against my face and her thighs opened and closed like scissors. And I finger fucked her cunt and diddled her anus and sucked on her clitoris as hard as I could, and Jeff and Rudy sucked on her nipples until at last she was exhausted and all movement ceased.

I stood up, my prick painful inside my pants. I expected to see Mitzi hanging limply from the rope round her wrists. But she still had two mouths firmly attached to her nipples, and her breasts were still thrust out enjoying every sensation they could give her. Her eyes were alight and she was laughing.

"You thought you'd won the toss!" she challenged. "I didn't think being a slave could be so good. I've never had an orgasm like that in my life. I thought I'd never stop cumming."

"It's not over yet," I promised. And I released her wrists. I pulled the long coffee table out into the center of the room and laid cushions on it. "Lie down," I commanded. The coffee table was only long enough to support her from her head to the tops of her thighs. Just long enough for what I had in mind. "Get the broom from the utility room," I told Jeff.

"God, you're not going to do that?" Jeff was appalled.

"Of course not. Get the broom."

I secured Mitzi's ankles one to each end of the broom handle so that her legs were spread wide apart. Then I hitched the center of the broom handle to the rope and hoisted it so that her feet were as high as they'd go. Her thighs were as wide as they could go, her twat was more exposed than I'd ever seen a twat before, her cunt lips were open and her cunt was a round tunnel oozing with female cum.

Rudy had dashed down the hall to get his video camera. "This I've got to get on tape," he said. He shot Mitzi from every angle while Mitzi arched her back and thrust out her breasts as high as she could, and then he finished by zooming slowly in on the hungry gaping mouth at the junction of her twitching thighs. 

"I can't wait to get this on the big screen," Rudy said.

"I can't wait to get out of these clothes," Jeff said. "My prick's bursting inside here, and I've got a feeling our slave might be able to do wonders for it."

Mitzi licked her lips in anticipation, and we all three stripped balls naked and stood round her with rampant cocks a foot or so over her face. "Take a good look at these," I told her, stroking suggestively. "Slaves need to be tortured, and these are part of your torture. Is there any restriction?"

"Don't tickle me and don't hurt me," Mitzi said. "Apart from that, I'm your slave. You won the toss. My body is yours to do as you please with. Every intimate part of me. Do whatever disgustingly depraved things your dirty minds can think of."

"Let's see if those nipples can swell any more," I told the guys. "Get to work on them." They fingered the turgid tips , and rubbed the taut smooth surface of her engorged aureola, and as the red raw tips swelled more and protruded further her torso began to writhe in exquisite torture and the guys went to work with their tongues and teeth.

I had a vibrating dildo in the drawer. I hadn't used it for a long time. I hadn't found a girl who liked the idea. Mitzi was going to like it! I switched on the vibrator and went to work on her clit. It was already swollen and showing out of the little hood. I put the tip of the vibrator to it and her whole pelvis jerked in a spasm. I explored from her clit to her cunt, and then worked on the cunt lips that were engorged and hanging out waiting to be sucked. By this time Mitzi's whole body was in violent motion, her breasts heaving, her pelvis rolling and her thighs twitching. Even from where I was, my head down close to her throbbing cunt, I could hear her moaning and begging. Won't be long now, I thought.

She was breathing hard and gasping, her thighs scissoring as far as the tether would allow. "Fuck me, please," she whimpered. "Let me cum again, it's agony. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I've got to cum or I'll die."

I switched off the vibrator and inserted it between her swollen lips. It was a straight cylinder, as thick as my cock had become, with little knobs along its length and a head that projected like the rim of a mushroom. I slid it slowly up inside her cunt as her ass heaved off the cushion and fell back and heaved up and fell back. I slid it up till it was all but disappeared. I twisted it and let her feel the little protrusions that were supposed to give extra pleasure, but I think she was past pleasure by that time. I slid it nearly out, and heard her yell, "No! Don't take it out." I didn't know whether she knew it was a dildo or whether she thought it was a prick. She was about to find out!

I slid the dildo right in, and switched on the vibrator. Mitzi screamed, and her ass rose right up off the cushion till most of her weight was hanging from the broomstick, and pistoned up and down in delerium. The guys' mouths were still fastened to her nipples, and I saw her hands grab their heads and force their faces into her breasts. I left the vibrator running and stood up and watched this incredibly intense orgasm.

I just had to grab my cock, and massage it, and then I suddenly realized what a waste it would be to cum in my hand when I had a slave to service me in any way I wished. So far, it seemed, she'd been getting all the best of it.

So I watched, and struggled to keep myself from cumming as every part of that beautiful body heaved and spasmed in the agony of orgasm. I forced Mitzi's hands away from the guys' heads, and told them to stand up and watch. And the spectacle went on and on until I thought I'd better switch off the vibrator before she had a heart attack.

"I'm not going to hold out much longer," Rudy gasped. "I'm going to cum any moment. This baby's so beautiful I've got to give her a piece of meat."

"No way!" I said. "She's my slave. That end of her belongs to me. The white meat's yours. You'll have to let her jack you off."

Mitzi's ass was back down on the cushion, but her thighs, wide apart and up in the air, were still slowly scissoring. I took hold of the dildo and slid it out. Her cunt stayed open, round and wide, as wide as it had been with the dildo forcing it open. I could look right up inside and see the little finger like projections that were soon going to be stroking my cock.

I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't know if I'd even get right up inside her before the feel of her made me cum, but I was going to try. I put my hands under her two cheeks and lifted her ass off the table. My cock head filled the open hole, and I didn't have to push. I swear she sucked me inside, drawing my cock effortlessly in till my balls were pressed hard against her ass.

She lay perfectly still. And I stood still, wallowing in the delight of complete penetration, of being almost consumed by this most beautiful body. And then the pulsing began, as every part of her cunt seemed to throb. Her body stayed still, but my prick was squeezed and massaged and masturbated by every little muscle from her pussy lips to her navel. And before I came, I watched each of her hands enclosing a rampant prick, masturbating them above her face as my two buddies stood one each side of her naked body.

We all came together. Jeff and Rudy yelled, and came in great spurts that covered Mitzi's face with gobs of creamy jism. I came, high up inside Mitzi's belly, filling it with the cum that seemed to have been building up for hours. And I don't think Mitzi had stopped cumming ever since her first orgasm. Mitzi jerked and massaged those two pricks until every last drop of cum had dribbled from the ends of their knobs. And I stood gasping while every muscle in her cunt sucked me dry.

And even as I felt myself draining away into the entrails of my slave, and knew that by the time I withdrew, my cock would be a useless, wilted wreck, I looked down between those wide spread thighs at the place where my body entered hers, at the delectable nakedness of her open groin, at the still heaving belly with its lasciviously winking eye, at the creamy globes of her tits thrusting their red throbbing nipples into the air, and remembered that all that raw naked sex, bound so helplessly and spread out so obscenely for my carnal pleasure was mine to command in every way.

At that moment I knew that the organ impaling the helpless sex slave in front of me was still capable of producing magnificent music. I could feel it swelling again as the sight of her swollen nipples brought a growl to my throat. My buddies had been enjoying them, tasting them, sucking them, feeling them swell and throb in their mouths. Now it was going to be my turn.

There was so much of this naked sex object to be enjoyed, and used. I reached up to put a hand round one of Mitzi's bound ankles, and caressed down her calf to her knee, and then down the smooth fullness of her thigh till it joined its twin at the crotch that was still split open by my penetrating prick. All this was mine. I explored the shaved mound, wanting to kiss it but unable to without withdrawing. But penetration was domination, and Mitzi, whose slavery had been all pleasure so far, must realise she was the slave. There was to be no withdrawing.

I ducked my head under the broomstick spreading Mitzi's ankles, and leaned over her body, caressing every inch of her nakedness. This was not for her pleasure, but for mine. I fingered the smooth mound where my prick disappeared into the depths of her and the protruting button of her clitoris. I pulled up the little hood till I could rub the tiny button itself and watch her body squirm. I caressed the swell of her belly, played awhile in her navel, until at last I could delay no longer and lunged for the two red tipped hillocks that challenged me with their firmness.




Roped and Eager



Keeping her cunt penetrated to its utmost depths, I bent lower to take one of the rosebuds into my mouth, sucking hard and rubbing the rounded tip with my tongue. Instantly I could feel an answering reaction in my slave's cunt. I sucked again, pressing my teeth to the engorged aureole. And once again my prick was clenched in reply. It was impossible to tell whether it was the masturbation of Mitzi's cunt muscles or the stimulus of having her nipple in my mouth. Whichever it was, I could feel the orgasm building again in my groin. This time it wasn't the uncontrollable explosion of an orgasm too long delayed. It built slowly as I methodically withdrew my cock till only the head remained lodged inside my slave's tunnel, and then as slowly slid the piston back in until my balls were once more pressed against her cheeks.

I wasn't out of control this time. This time I wasn't simply using Mitzi's cunt to ejaculate into. This time I was in control, and I was going to fuck my slave until I was good and ready to cum. It was going to last as long as I wanted it to, and if Mitzi wanted to use her cunt muscles to make the pleasure more intense, that was all to the good. I let go of Mitzi's left nipple, and latched onto the right one. It felt considerably smaller, so I could tell how much I must have made the left one swell with what amounted to oral masturbation of the miniature penis. And with every suck, I thrust a meat injection deep into her, faster each time, harder each time, till I could feel her whole body lurching with the force of the thrusts. Mitzi was moaning again, and gasping with every thrust, till I was pumping her so fast that her gasps became one long wail.

And then I was cumming, and once again I was out of control.

But so was my slave.



Roped in the Woods



'Come on babe will you puhleasee?' I ask as you flash me your dark eyes while pulling your shoes on as the dog dances with no ryhthm at all at the front door. 'Ok ok godsake' you mutter loud enough to be heard around Dexters almost painful singing. 

It's a glorious day, sunday midday and the dog is ready to rock. You'd been nagging me for days about taking Dexter to the lakes again and today was perfect for it. Almost too hot for me, you look, well, alive. Just sparkling, with a hint of smoulder underneath, helped no doubt by the short summer dress you are wearing combined with my earlier persuasion to dispense with the unneccessery bra. Needless to say your freshly waxed pussy isn't hindered by underwear despite the shortness of the dress. 

I shoulder the bag and we depart the house for the car. It's a short drive and you spend most of it pouting and flirting. The damn heat gets you every time. 

Fifteen minutes later and the dog is off and away chasing his reflection in the water as you and I wander through the field. Time is getting closer now I can feel it, not just from the passing minutes but from my own internal clock. 

'Francesca it's time we had some of those nude outdoor pictures I've been hankering after.' You flash a look at me, it wasn't a question...'oooohh kay, what you got in mind?' Excellent. I knew you'd be happy for that. I lead you over to the copse closeby, a place I'd scouted out only the day before unbeknownst to you and I take a camera out of the shoulder bag. I pose you against a tree clothed, semi-clothed, showing your bottom, pressing breasts in the treebark. Pretty pictures. Pictures and exposure that is getting you hotter and hotter. I remove the dress. Now you are naked. It was nice before with the dress still on, but now it seems very much more exposed. That small strip of cotton makes such a difference now you are without it. It's a little more scary now. Not scary proper, but there's an edge now. 

'Can we go home soon and fuck me please?' Sparky. I love that. 'Babe, I'd like some better ones, some with a little rope....ooops I found some in the bag, how lucky' I say with no humour in my voice. 

'Shouldn't we check Dexter hasn't got lost?' 

'No' 

'I really think we should. He could be in danger and what sort of..' 

'Be quiet.' I'm engaged in rope untwining as you pout. 

'Turn around sweetheart.' You do as asked with a final huffy sigh which I idly wonder if you copy from your 6 year old and loop rope around your upper arms, your biceps, and bind them pulling your arms backwards towards the centre of your back. Pushing your proud fat titties with the air aroused nipples outwards and removing your use of those limbs. Finishing off by tying the wrists together. A further double loop of seemingly redundant rope is placed around your chest, underneath your breasts and by this I lead you some 5 yards to my arranged spot. It's here that I found the woodcutters work, god bless these country copse keepers and their woodland husbandry. It yieilded me with a beautifully secluded spot AND a chainsawed trunk of tree lying sideways. About 4 feet in length and 3 feet off the floor it makes a great horse. I guide you astride it and take a few more pictures. Not that I have turned the camera on as yet...the better shots I figure are yet to come, but the distraction of you watching me as I 'take your picture', makes you unaware of the 3 shadowy figures directly behind you in the foliage. 

I put the camera down and wander over to you...pinching a nipple and murmering how lovely you look. And you do. You are dripping and I can smell you. I tell you this and you flush a little. 'It's time for a spanking babe.' 

'No. David. Not here.' I chuckle and pull you across my lap as I seat myself on the large log. I proceed to spend 10 minutes spanking your arse, not viciously but hard and very repetetively, turning your freckled bottom a deep blush of crimson. A hand into the shoulder bag while you are still astride my lap, squirming a little, gets the lubricant and I quickly have your cheeks spread and pouring cold lube onto your rosebud anus. You squeal as it hits and moan a little as I work it in. I dip inbetween your ass and cunt and you squirm in earnest but I stop regardless of your best protest moan. 

Standing you upright, despite the heat of the day you are aware of your burning bottom in the still air. I move you astride the log again. Legs at the very start of the length I lie you over it. Your bottom is presented perfectly. Your tits just fall free of the other edge and I take the redundant rope and secure it to the log itself thus pinning you to the log by your torso. I take two other ropes from the magic bag and quickly secure your legs apart. 

'Babe I need to go and find Dexter.' 

'NO!' 

'I'm sorry?' 

'David don't leave me like this' You have that look thats tells me midsmaster wouldn't do such a thing. 

I get a nice stick about an inch and a half thick and prise your mouth open. I force the stick inbetween your teeth and tie it on either end around your head. A good stick gag. Then I go to your bottom end and thrust three fingers into your sopping cunt and work that slut-spot for a minute until your hips begin to hump against the wood and my hand. I stop and spank your arse two vicious slaps as you yelp behind the bark of the gag and look mad as hell. I wander out of the clearing and reverse back upon myself to the foliage to your rear where the guys are waiting. 

I light up a freshly prepared joint and watch as the three men quietly make their way towards you and lean against a tree which gives me a great view. From their rear approach and your bondage you are unable to see them even if you knew they were there. I see you flinch as a hand touches your bottom gently. You relax though. It's me after all. You'd been very careful to look out for surprises. The hand is withdrawn and you gasp as a blindfold is put over your head but you make no complaint as the binds tying your gag are loosened. You spit out bits of bark and gasp your air back as you settle into your predicament. 

You feel a hand grab at your hair and lift your head and then feel the familiar heat of a cockhead around your cheek and lip and you instinctively open your lips and capture the meat. That safe, warm, hot feeling begins to envelope you as you draw deeply on the cock in your mouth and run your tongue around the thick head. Something isn't right. It is Dave. Isn't it? It feels almost the same, but not quite, the ring isn't there ok....but perhaps he took it out before we came out? he often does? oh my god..you realise..it's a thicker cockhead than dave..I'm sure. 

'D..' You begin to say as you pull your head back...at that instant you feel other hands gripping your stinging buttocks. The shock stops you for a second giving the unknown receiver of your oral expertise the opportuinity to thrust his cock much farther down your throat, causing you to gag a little but with no respite, the cock is lodged in your mouth and he has control of your hair and head movements. Then you feel the entry from behind of another penis. Thin but long it works into you easily and with no foreplay just begins to fuck you hard and fast. The shock is overwhelming. The sensation is sooo good. Panic!. Suck. Slap. It's all happening so fast now. Oh god you love it so. Where is dave??? 

The hand holding your hair guides you now, he could let go and you would continue but he guides your movements and withdraws his dick and wipes it around your face as you mouth like a fish trying to recapture it. The steady fucking from behind is slowly building you up too. His thin curved penis rubbing around inside you, stirring you. The coarse bark under your skin adds to the sensation. 

'You slut..I go away for five minutes and this is how I find you?' 

Your eyes look up and see me grinning, camera in one hand as I remove your blindfold. 'My proud posh slut.' 

You are now aware of other hands mauling your breast and look down to the ebony skinned hand pinching your nipple. You moan around the cock in your mouth. 

'Francesca here..and perhaps you guys maybe interested in this is a sexual racist..can you imagine such a thing in this day and age?' 

'Meeeerroeeeow!' Or something we hear you try to say as the throat fucker does just that. 

'f'king bitch' one says, 'cheap ho' in the woods ain't got no morals to boast of.' 

'Arrghh I gotta cum' says the guy fucking you and he shudders to his climax, leaving you a little ways short of your own. He withdraws and sits down to watch, your throat fucker growls that snotty girls need a lesson every now and then and pulls his cock from your throat. It's loss immediately makes you crave its return, but he takes his turn at the back and pushes his cock into your easily accepting pre-lubed arse. You gasp loudly but can do nothing. It feels good anyway. He takes his time. Giving your ass time to get used to his width. The black guy moves in front of you now and peels down his flies. You can't go anywhere and you know whats going to happen. Your eyes are fixed as he pulls his cock out and lets it dangle before you. Dark and thick. He strokes himself before you and you watch still transfixed. The cock in your ass gently moving. His cock grows and hardens before you.He's hung. You know it's beautiful. It hardens to a immense degree and still he strokes it a foot away from your face. You won't ask for it but can't contain a longing moan. 

'You like this cock tied-up-tree girl?' 

'Yes' 

'You want this cock tree-girl?' 

'Yes' 

'Are you a sexual racist?' 

'No. No I'm not' 

'Then prove it to me. Ask me for my cock? Tell me how you like it.' 

Your cheeks burn. You know you are going to say it but you fight. 

'Too late bitch...maybe you are racist.' 

Damn no time...'Yes, no..I'm not..yes please can I have your cock it's beautful, please can I have it please?' 

You hear us all chuckle and blush in shame but gladly open your lips to the approaching cockhead. The ass fucker begins to speed up now..slowly, steadily building.Pinching your ass cheeks. You have the heady scent of cock under your nose..your pussy drips and yearns and your ass is getting hotter with the fat cock it has ploughing into you. The cock in your mouth is too big to get anymore than the head in and you roll it around you mouth happily, eyes half closed as the fucking tempo increases..your mound bouncing and grinding onto the bark...oh god yes..it's beginning to build. Again the fucker hits his moment before you and fills his rubber deep inside your ass as you groan around the cockhead. 

'I think I need some of that mouth' I say as the dark guy moves to your rear. My cock is out and hard and I slip it easily into your mouth and you suck on the familiar flesh. 'Baby...you are a dirty girl...I'm gonna make you dirtier sweetheart' I murmer and reach back towards your buttocks and hold them apart for the black guy. The black guy positions himself behind you, the condom stretched tautly...I silently motion to him to remove it and he grins and does so..and places his dick at the entrance to your cunt. 

You can feel the heat from his cockhead and feel my cock your mouth as your pussy begins to stretch to accept the big-guy..you moan around my cock as he enters you while I continue to hold you open for him. The sensations overwhelm again. The cock feels so good inside you..large and hard and hot, much hotter than the others...a thought in the back of your mind....no he must be wearing a condom..dave is right there. His size makes the sensation unclear but what is clear is that your hips have started humping against the wood...smacking your pubis onto the bark, it's a wild ride for the guy behind as he grips your hips and fucks you hard and steadily, taking your breath away a little with his thrusts and the size, but smacking of the pubis...the scratching of the bark...SMACK a hand falls sharply onto your buttock. SMACK. 

Again, I intermittently spank you. I can feel you cumming before you do. I can see your body lose control. Damn that must feel good for him fucking you! You start to groan loud now..the orgasm rises. You feel his hot cum splash inside you, scalding. You thrash around in your own throes as your pussy starts it's own gush of juice. Still the cock pounds you wringing spasm after spasm from you until you exhale loudly. Withdrawing, the guys silently slope off..to your rear..again unseen. 

'Baby..what a slut you've been..and look at all this juice!' I mock with a big grin... 



Roped Weekend



"Honey, I'm going away with my brother Rob this weekend hunting. He wants to know if you can look after Kate while we're gone."

I raised my eyebrows from my book and looked at him.

"Does your brother trust me enough?" I asked.

Mike laughed. "I guess he does. Oh, and Kate's friend is going to stay with her too, to keep her company."

My pussy twitched slightly at the thoughts of having two 18 year olds with me all weekend.

"You'll be good, won't you?" he asked.

"Oh sure, sure," I said slyly. 

Mike cleared his throat. "Um, ok, well...Rob will drop the girls off Friday afternoon when he picks me up."

"Great, I'm sure we'll have a good time," I remarked sarcastically.

Friday couldn't come soon enough as I thought about what would happen that weekend. I was secretive about my intentions to Mike, but I'm sure he knew what I would do once alone with the two teenaged sluts.

I had met Kate a few times. She was haughty little bitch just like most 18 year olds are. But, oh, her body was to be lusted over. She was of medium height, but her legs were impossibly long and slim. Her ass was full and firm as well as her breasts. They were definitely a C cup and I longed to see what her nipples were like. The thought of her writhing naked beneath me, trussed up and bound sent small shockwaves through out my body. I would enjoy breaking her in.

As to her friend, I had no idea who she was. This could make things more interesting as I've never had the pleasure of two slut-girls at the same time. I decided to have a 'friend' help me out.

Alex was a fellow Dom who had been teaching me the art of using rope. I had mostly used restraints such as cuffs and clamps to do my work, but was interested in the intricate procedures of rope. I had seen dozens of pictures on the internet of slaves tied up, but it was harder than it looked. 

When I asked Alex to assist me, he was more than willing. He had a special weakness for young girls that I was about to help him fulfill, so it was easy. He would bring all his 'special' equipment on Saturday. I was to have the girls alone on Friday night.

My heartbeat quickened when I heard Rob's car pull up Friday afternoon. I pretended not to be interested as they all entered the house where Mike greeted them. It wasn't until he called out for me that I entered the room.

Kate was standing there smiling and flipping her long red hair at Mike like a little flirt. I narrowed my eyes at her, watching. It was a several seconds before she noticed me.

"Aunt Diana!" she cried and rushed over to me for a hug.

"Um, you don't have to call me Aunt," I said evenly. "It makes me feel old!"

She laughed and pulled away.

"This is my friend Amber," she said, drawing my attention away from her to her friend.

A cute girl with short black hair and large brown eyes stepped forward and extended her hand shyly. I smiled at her and discreetly looked her over. She was a bit small with perky breasts and narrow hips, but when she turned sidewards to give her coat to Mike, I saw she had the most luscious full ass I've ever seen.

"Nice to meet you, Amber," I breathed, trying not to picture that ass ravaged by my mouth.

She smiled sweetly at me and said: "Thanks, same here."

Mike and Rob were anxious to get going, so they hastily took their leave. I gave Mike a big hug and kiss good-bye and whispered to me to make sure I didn't leave any marks. I stifled a laugh and watched them get in the truck and go.

"Ok, girls," I said as I shut the door behind me, "You can use the spare bedroom upstairs to put your things. Unfortunately I only have one queen-sized bed up there, so you'll have to share. Is that alright?"

"Oh sure, Aunt Diana," Kate said brightly. I saw her smile at Amber and they went upstairs with their bags. I sighed and watched Amber's magnificent ass wiggle as she climbed the stairs and willed myself to get through this evening.

I cooked them a big dinner of spaghetti and meatballs which they enjoyed with all the gusto of teenagers. I secretly longed for the time when I could eat that much and still be able to get my pants on. I was only 30, but I had to watch everything.

After dinner, we went into the living room to watch tv. I sat next to Kate and Amber took the recliner off to the side as we watched a movie. I didn't really pay attention to the movie as I was trying to get more comfortable around Kate.

During a commercial I complimented her on her thick red hair.

"Oh thanks, Aunt Diana," she said, flipping it back self-consciously.

"Please, Kate, don't call me Aunt, ok?" 

"Oops, sorry."

I reached out and lightly stroked her hair.

"Ooo, very soft too. What do you use on it?"

She told me the names of some very expensive hair care products and I wanted to call her a spoiled bitch. Instead I just smiled back.

I began to comb it with my fingers and she didn't seem to mind. I could smell a fresh scent from it and breathed deeply. I began to wonder what her pussy smelt like once she was all hot and bothered.

Once the movie was over, I began to feel a bit drowsy from the few glasses of wine I had after dinner. The girls also seemed tired and I thought it would be a good idea if we went to bed early. I had told them we were going shopping the next day. Of course that was a lie, Alex would be over to start the fun.

I let the girls get ready for bed first as I was hoping to see them in skimpier clothing. Sure enough, Kate walked around upstairs with nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Her long legs still had a tan from the summer and her toenails were painted dark red. I noticed her breasts poking out the thin material and I thought I could almost see her dark nipples underneath.

"Good night, Diana," she said hugging me again. My body went a little stiff as she pressed those firm, young mounds against me.

"Night, Kate."

I was turning down the comforter of my bed when Amber came in to say good night. She had the same type of nightshirt on and I hugged her as well. When she turned to go, her shirt had ridden up a bit showing me that ass concealed by the white cotton of her panties. I swallowed hard watched her go, shutting the door softly behind her. I so very badly wanted to fuck myself with a big vibrator, but I told myself to wait. It would be worth it.

We were all lounging around the next day after a leisurely breakfast when the doorbell rang. I knew it was Alex and I had purposely steered the girls away from getting dressed into regular clothes. I breathed a sigh of relief as I opened the door.

Alex was big, broad shouldered guy with long dark hair that he usually kept in a pony tail. Today he was sporting a goatee and it made him look absolutely evil and sexy. I had never fucked him, I told Mike that I would never do that as I had plenty of sluts to keep me happy. I'm sure Mike would have let me, but I wanted to keep my relationship with Alex somewhat 'professional'.

He walked in carrying a duffle bag stuffed with probably ropes and other devices and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Where's the girls," he whispered.

"In the kitchen, finishing coffee. I thought you'd never get here..."

He grinned at me and took off his coat and followed me into the kitchen.

At this point I had spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to cross the line from Aunt to Dominatrix and realized there was no other way then just surprise. When we walked into the kitchen both girls looked at me then Alex. I saw they were both blushing as they were still in their t-shirts. I had to work fast.

"Girls, this is Alex, a friend of mine. Why don't you go downstairs to the basement and use the shower down there? The one upstairs is leaky. Then we'll go shopping, ok?"

They padded over to the door and I could see Alex watching them intently as their young, hard bodies moved beneath their t-shirts. As soon as the door closed, we waited a few seconds and proceeded to join them in the basement. Everything we needed was down there.

As we descended the stairs, Kate was at the bottom.

"Diana? There isn't a shower in the bathroom down here."

"I know," I said simply as Alex and I made our way down.

She looked confused and a little scared as she looked up at Alex. He was very imposing.

Alex smiled at her and immediately grabbed her around the waist and dragged her to the center of the room and threw her on the carpet. She screamed loudly, but the walls were soundproof and no one would hear us. I snapped on the lights and went over to grab Amber. She was shaking as I pulled her to me.

"Don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you...much." I said softly in her ear. She was trembling with fear as she watched Alex begin to restrain Kate.

He worked fast - in no time he had her hands bound with cuffs and her feet were tied together quickly with a short piece of rope. She squirmed hard, but once restrained, there wasn't a lot she could do. He then put a piece of tape over her mouth and stood up, breathing hard. It was just a preliminary restraint until we had everything under control.

Next I grabbed the other set of cuffs I had laid out and did the same to Amber. She didn't resist as much probably realizing there was no use. Alex was able to bind her ankles and I put the tape over her mouth. I pushed her down on the floor next to Kate and we stood back to admire our quick and dirty work.

"Mmm...Diana, you found two lovely sluts, didn't you?"

"Oh yeah. It will be a great weekend, I can tell."

Both girls squirmed on the floor and there were muffled yells under the tape. It was time for the fun to begin.

Alex unpacked the duffle bag bringing out many ropes and other restraints. He carefully laid out the implements on the floor and started explaining how to use them to me. We decided to do Kate first. Since she had larger breasts then Amber, he was going to show me how to bind them.

We rolled her over on her back so her arms were pinned under her. I used a scissors to cut away her t-shirt and her panties. More muffled yelling was heard, but it only made me more excited. When her breasts and pussy were exposed I sucked in my breath at the sight. She had beautiful luscious tits with large, upturned nipples. Her pussy was neatly trimmed with a patch of red hair.

"Wow," Alex said.

"I know. Did I do good?"

"Fuck yeah," he laughed.

He rolled Kate on her back and began his work. He started with a long white rope and began to loop it around her neck, but not tight, and down between her breasts. Then he wrapped it around her tits tightly, causing them to stick out. Kate moaned and squirmed beneath him until he slapped her face. Tears came to her eyes, but she didn't squirm anymore. Next, he brought the rope down to her pussy where he pulled it through and turned her roughly on her stomach. He then looped another rope tightly around her waist and attached the pussy rope to it. Everything snug and secure and I noticed the rope through her pussy was pressed hard against it. Her hands and wrists were bound with another coil of rope before the cuffs were removed. Finally her ankles were bound for about six inches up her leg. When he was done, he rolled her back so we could see her firm tits sticking out. I wanted to suck them right there and then, but I had to wait. 

"God, she looks great," I said as we watched the little slut bound so tightly she couldn't move.

"Yes she does. It will be a pleasure to use her."

We then turned our attention to Amber. Alex wanted to use a less elaborate method on her and he had me do it as he instructed me what to do. First we removed her clothing as we did Kate. She put up hardly any fight, so it was somewhat easy. I rolled her over on her stomach on the cold floor so she would feel it through her pert little breasts. Next I took a single strand of rope and began to bind her wrists over and over (after I removed the cuffs). They were pulled tightly behind her and resting on that ass of hers. Once it was naked, I couldn't take my gaze off it. So full and firm and curvy. I knew I was going to have her first.

Next, I brought her legs up and bent them at the knee where Alex held them for me as I bound her ankles using the same piece of rope that kept her wrists together. It basically forced her to keep her legs at a ninety-degree angle. 

Although Alex coached me through it all, it was tough work and I was definitely ready for a break. I went upstairs to change and get some coffee for us.

Lately I had been into wearing the full dominatrix bondage gear. It definitely felt great on my body. I slipped into a latex corset that barely covered my breasts and pushed them up. I then pulled on black, lace panties before putting on my leather mini. For my feet, I had tall, black latex boots with a spike heel. Finally, I slid on black, latex gloves. My pussy throbbed with anticipation as I went downstairs to join Alex.

The bulge in his pants was apparent as I entered the room. He looked me over with approval and smiled.

"You look great," he beamed.

"Thank you." I said, blushing slightly. "Shall we have some coffee?"

"Sure."

We went upstairs leaving our sluts to themselves for a while and planned what we would do with them that afternoon. We decided to do the discipline thing first before any pleasure was to be had by them.

I stood over Kate and handed Alex the whip. Her eyes widened in fear as he raised the horse-hair whip and brought it down on her breasts. A scream was to be heard behind the tape and tears sprang to her eyes. He whipped her again bringing an angry welt on the firm, tanned skin. I realized the slut had been sunbathing nude. Alex grunted and whipped her few more times on her bound tits. They were red but none of the lashes actually did too much damage - they would just be tender for a while.

When Alex was done, he got down on his knees and began to suck her swollen nipples and tits into his mouth savagely. Kate shut her eyes and I wondered if she was actually enjoying it now. Alex continued to suck, drawing her nipple into his mouth and making it hard. He went back and forth for a bit until they were both standing at attention. Satisfied, he flicked them with his fingers until she started screaming again. He stopped and stood up smiling at me.

"She has tasty tits," he said, laughing.

"I bet."

We left her for a while and went over to Amber. I had decided I wanted to spank her ripe, full ass. Alex cut the rope that kept her ankles and wrists so close together and we pulled her up to her feet. I sat down on a chair and Alex brought her over to me and laid her over my lap. Her firm ass beckoned to me and I began to rub it, loving the feel of her hardness underneath my gloves. I then raised my hand and brought it down hard on her ass. A loud SMACK echoed throughout the room.

"Mmmm...," I heard Alex mutter as he watched a red patch appear on her ass.

I began to hit her again and again. Muffled cries were heard from her as her ass got redder and redder. My hand tingled from the effort, but it was wonderful abusing this beautiful ass. I gave her a few more swats and pushed her off me. She fell onto the floor and looked up with a mixture of fear and lust in her eyes. I smiled wondering just how much she was enjoying it.

Satisfied that both our sluts were properly disciplined it was time for them to start serving us. Alex ripped the tape from Kate's mouth and brought her up to her knees.

She started cursing him out as soon as the tape was off. He slapped her face and told her to shut up, or it would be much worse for her. She gave him a dirty look, but he ignored it as he pulled out his semi hard cock and placed it at her pouty lips.

"Open your mouth, slut and take my cock."

She kept her mouth firmly and defiantly closed. Alex looked at me and I took my whip and twacked her on ass.

"Owwww!" she whined. "Take his cock or you'll get another one."

She reluctantly opened her mouth and he stuffed his cock in. He was a good 8 inches and her mouth soon filled with his hard meat. He grunted and began to slowly slide it in and out of her mouth. I gazed at her bound breasts and saw that they were swollen and puffy from being bound. Her nipples were large and flat now and I wanted to do nothing more than suck them into my mouth, but I had to wait. Alex was having his way with her mouth.

"Mmmm...what a good cocksucker she is," he moaned. "Yeah, that's it, honey...take me in your mouth and suck hard. I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours."

Kate had no choice but to take his cock as she was completely bound. I watched her lips glide over the smooth skin of his shaft as he fucked her slut mouth over and over. He groaned as it slid in. Then he took her head in his hands and began to pound her mouth hard. She could barely keep up as he used her mouth like a cunt and fucked it hard. She moaned against his cock and I could hear the squishing sound as he pumped faster and faster. One of his hands was on the back of her neck and the other was around the bottom of her chin as he rammed her mouth hard against his cock. I've never seen anyone take a cock so hard in the mouth and I'm sure it was hurting her.

Alex grunted and groaned with effort as Kate's large tits shook and wiggled with his thrusts. Then suddenly he pulled out with a roar and jerked off in her face. Long, ropey streams of cum coated her face and tits as he came very hard. My breath quickened as I watched this.

Alex finished cumming and slumped back in his chair, totally spent. Kate stood there whimpering as cum dripped from her chin onto her breasts. I smiled at her and allowed her to lie down on her side if she kept quiet. She collapsed on the floor panting as our attention turned to Amber.

She had been watching wide-eyed as her friend's mouth was so brutally raped. Now it was her turn, but I would be gentle on her. I had her lie flat on her back with her tied arms underneath her body. I hiked up my skirt and eased my panties off before reaching down to tear the tape off her mouth. She gasped for air but didn't say anything. Her eyes widened as she looked up at my pussy over her face.

"That's right, slut. You're going to eat me out. Use that slut tongue of yours and lick my pussy until I cum. Understand?"

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, MISTRESS."

"Yes, Mistress," she repeated.

"Good."

I lowered my already wet pussy onto her face and straddled her head. Right away her tongue began to flick against my clit and I wondered just how inexperienced she was. I moaned and rocked as her tongue went to work on my throbbing snatch. When I looked up at Alex his eyes met mine and were filled with pure lust. I suddenly felt overcome with desire for him as Amber ate my pussy.

Without a word he came over and straddled Amber's body so he was face to face with me. His big hands cupped my chin and brought my face to his where he kissed me full on the mouth. For what he had just done, he was surprisingly gentle with me. His lips met mine and we opened our mouths to intertwine our tongues. I moaned against his mouth and he stroked my hair as Amber's tongue went to work on my clit. My pussy twitched more and my juices were slowly leaking out.

He broke the kiss and leaned back to unlace my corset. As each string was loosened and pulled out I shivered. Soon he had my breasts free and his hands gently closed over them and squeezed. I shut my eyes and moaned loudly. That only egged him on further. He began to flick my already hard nipples with his thumbs bringing one shudder after another from me. I kept my hands still at my sides and let him have his way with my breasts. He kept squeezing them before mashing them together. His tongue snaked out and he leaned into me, licking the tight cleavage over and over again while is fingers pinched my nipples.

I was moaning and thrashing around now. Amber heard my sighs of ecstasy and began to lick and suck my clit harder. Suddenly it was all too much for me and I began to cum hard. Alex sucked my nipples hard into my mouth as I rocked to an earth-shattering orgasm. My cries filled the air as the two mouths did unbelievable things to my body. I held Alex's head in my hands as I came hard, rocking and thrashing for what seemed like an eternity.




Roped Weekend



Alex and I retreated upstairs to eat and relax. We got caught up on the doings of our small circle of friends in bondage scene. Our sluts were fed and I'm sure they both fell asleep for a while after being used by us.

Alex was concerned about them telling my brother about us, but told him not to worry. They were beginning to come around and by the end of the weekend, they will be begging to come back. I've seen it before.

Eventually we went back downstairs for the last round of the day. They would finally be pleasured and I was looking forward to see both of them cum hard.

We found sitting up when we got downstairs. Both of them were somewhat still sleepy, but that would change quickly enough. I sat down next to them and spoke calmly.

"You both served us well, now it is time for you reward. Are either of you a virgin?"

Both girls blushed but said they weren't. I looked at Alex and saw the big grin on his face. I was glad they weren't because I didn't want to be responsible for it and that they knew somewhat to expect.

"Good. You'll enjoy what we have planned for you now. Stand up, both of you."

I watched them stand up hesitantly and go to the middle of the room. We had a variety of methods for restraint. Alex would use his ropes and I would use cuffs and chains. We also decided that he would fuck Amber and I would take Kate. I looked her over and licked my lips knowing she was going to be screaming when she came.

"Hold your arms out, slut," I said to her.

She presented me her wrists and I snapped the handcuffs on them. Next I took a chain collar and buckled it around her neck. The chain criss-crossed in front of her breasts and wrapped around her waist where I locked it with a small padlock. I attached her cuffs to a chain hanging over head and made her stand with her ass jutting out and slightly bent at the waist. Next, I attached leather cuffs to her ankles and attached her to a spreader bar. Her ass was spread as well as her pussy.

"Nice work, Diana," Alex said as he admired my slut.

I thanked him and watched what he had done to Amber. Her hands were tied behind her back all the way up to her elbows. A rope went around the top of her breasts several times and there was one around her waist. I watched Alex bend her over a chair and tie her ankles to the legs. It was intricate work and I admired it.

I turned back to my slut and knelt down behind her. My hands went up to squeeze her firm ass cheeks. I rubbed the flesh hard and began to lick the smooth tanned skin. Her ass was open to me and I lightly licked her asshole. She tried to wriggle away but I held her ass firmly. My tongue pressed against her hole for a bit and then I inserted my finger into it and began to move it around. This time she began to moan.

I looked over at Amber and saw Alex swatting her luscious ass and fingering her wet pussy. She was also moaning like a good slut. I noticed that Alex's cock was growing bigger by the second and I smiled.

I got my strap-on and buckled it around my hips and stood behind Kate. The large dildo was pressing against her pussy lips and I slowly rubbed it around and around before sliding it in. Kate was moaning and I knew she was enjoying it. I had no trouble entering her and I knew she was very wet. I placed my hands on her hips and pushed all the way in before easing out and slamming back in. She moaned louder still and I grinned as she was showing how much of a slut she really was.

As I began to slowly fuck her, I watched Alex begin to do the same to Amber. Even though she was in a difficult position, she was moaning with pleasure as his huge cock pumped her tight little hole. Alex's big hands squeezed her ass hard, leaving marks as he started to pump her, using her fuckhole well.

I watched them as I began to ram Kate's cunt faster and faster. She was shuddering and pulling against her bonds as I forced her pussy against my strap-on. I could hear how slick she was as the squishing sound was getting louder. I leaned over her and cupped one firm tit in my hand and squeezed it. She cried out and I'm sure it still hurt her from the whipping she received earlier. I ignored that and began to flick the nipple until it was hard, then I pinched and pulled it roughly, enjoying the feel of it in my fingers.

"You like this, don't you, slut?" I breathed into her ear.

"Y-yesss...oh yesss, I do," she answered.

"Good girl. You're going to cum hard for me, aren't you?"

"Yessss."

I slapped her ass firmly with my hand. "You are supposed to call me Mistress, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned as I rammed the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy.

"Good, slut."

I grabbed her hips again and continued to ram her pussy with the strap-on. Amber's moans were getting louder as Alex's cock brutally fucked her exposed pussy. I noticed one of his fingers was inside her ass as her pumped away at her. He was sweating from exertion, but I knew he would wait until she came, before he did.

Kate's skin was warm to touch and she began to pant.

"Ohhhh...I'm gonna cum, Mistress..."

"Good, girl. Cum for me, my little slut."

I moved the strap-on with short little strokes and she screamed out that she was cumming. Her whole body shook and quivered as the force of the orgasm took her. I stopped pumping her cunt and held on to her as she cried over and over that she was cumming. It was beautiful.

When she was done, I slid the dildo out of her pussy and went around to present it to her lips. 

"Suck the cum off of this. Taste yourself, slut." She obediently began to lick the cum off the cock and I pushed it into the mouth and had her suck it for a while. Satisfied, she did a good job, I removed it from her mouth and let her recover as I watched Amber and Alex.

Kate's cries of passion had brought her to orgasm almost immediately and she was screaming with pleasure as she came. Alex finally was ready and he pulled out of her pussy and came all over her creamy, white ass. He groaned as spurt after spurt of his cum coated her quivering skin. Amber shuddered as she felt his cum and slumped over the chair, exhausted.

I undid the bonds holding Kate and she gratefully rubbed her shoulders as she was freed.

"Go over there and lick the cum from your friend," I ordered. "Lick all of Alex's cum from her slutty ass."

She gave me a look, but went over there anyway and began to lick the cum from her friend's ass.

"Get it all," I said, smiling at her as she kneeled behind Amber.

She did a good job and when she was done, Alex untied Amber and pulled her up to her feet.

"Now lick the cum from Kate's pussy," he told her.

I knew Amber didn't have any problems licking pussy, and she eagerly knelt in front of Kate and pushed her legs open. Her soft pink tongue lapped away at the girl cum oozing from Kate's pussy until Kate was practically moaning.

"Good girls, both of you," I said. "You are done for today. You can go upstairs and shower and have something to eat."

They both thanked us and went upstairs slowly, still sore from the fucking they got all day.

Alex dressed and began to pack all of his ropes into the duffle bag. 

"You were great, Diana," he said softly.

"Thanks. You weren't bad either." I grinned at him.

"Um, I realized I may have gotten carried away earlier," he said, turning to me.

"That's ok, really. It was the heat of the moment."

"Maybe, but I would love to pleasure you sometime."

I looked up at his face and saw desire burning there and I blushed slightly.

"I would like to tie you up sometime and make love to you. You would love it."

"Tie me up?"

I laughed a little but felt strangely horny at the thought.

"Oh yeah, haven't you ever been tied up before?"

"No...I've always been the Domme," I replied.

He chuckled. "Well, you should enjoy the other end for a change, you'd really like it."

I thought that over as I put away all the gear. Alex came near me and lifted my chin to his face.

"I'd be very gentle, since I know you don't have to be broken in," he whispered.

I stood still as he held my chin in his hands and softly kissed me. My eyes shut as his tongue licked my lips and began to move inside my mouth. I had no problem with that as I opened my mouth to take his tongue, thinking of what he had done earlier. He pulled me closer to him and slid one hand around to my semi-bare ass and squeezed it gently. I sighed against his mouth as I felt the heat from his body.

He broke the kiss slowly and gazed at me.

"I think that is enough," he sighed. 

"Um, yeah, I should probably get upstairs and get some food for the girls."

Suddenly it was awkward between us and he hastily got his stuff and followed me up the stairs.

I heard the shower running as I walked him to the front door.

"Thank you again, Diana. I very much enjoyed today."

"Oh, well, thank YOU," I said. 

"My offer still stands," he said quietly. "I know you will enjoy it."

I nodded, thinking of Mike suddenly. I wasn't sure how that would go over with him - or maybe I wouldn't even tell him.

I let Alex out and shut the door leaning against it. My head was spinning and my body was very warm. Alex had quite an effect on me.

The girls were quiet as we ate. I half-wondered if they showered together, but I didn't ask. After dinner, we went up to my bedroom to talk.

We all sat on my bed in our requisite t-shirts and I began to ask them how they felt about the day.

"It was wonderful, Mistress," Amber said, her eyes wide.

I laughed. "You can call me Diana, sweetie. That was just play."

She blushed slightly and lowered her eyes.

"How about you, Kate?"

"I was a little scared at first, but I really began to like it."

"Good. Now you know you can't tell your father about this, right?"

She nodded vigorously. "Oh, don't worry."

"If you don't tell, we can do this again, but it will be much more fun. OK?"

"Oh, I would like that very much, Diana," Kate said smiling.

I smiled back at her. Her long red hair was shining and hanging softly around her face.

Suddenly the room was very quiet as we sat there and I began to feel very aware of these two beautiful sluts on my bed. 

"Why don't you two take off your t-shirts and panties," I suggested.

They both smiled shyly, but followed my suggestion. I watched Kate slide her shirt off and her breasts came into view. They still had some red marks on them, but they didn't look too bad. Amber did the same and they both pulled their panties off and got back on the bed.

I also got naked in front of them and lay back.

"Now you two will service me as good little sluts. I trust you know what to do."

They both nodded eagerly and Kate moved up to kneel next to me as Amber knelt between my legs.

The next few hours were heavenly as the three of us sucked and licked each other to loud, satisfying orgasms. Kate suckled my breasts as Amber licked and pulled my clit with her teeth. I came very hard and we changed positions many times. At one point I had Amber riding my face as Kate ground her pussy into mine. Another time Kate tongue fucked Amber's sweet ass as I ate her pussy.

Finally we were worn out and we all collapsed on the bed together and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke early and watched the two sleeping beauties next to me. I grabbed my robe and padded downstairs to make coffee. As I sat there, all I could think of was Alex. The thoughts of serving him as I was bound with those ropes sent shivers through me. I knew I had to do it. Suddenly I wanted to explore my submissive side and find out what it was really like.

I wondered what Mike would say, but I knew I had to tell him. It wouldn't be fair. And if he didn't want me to do it, I wouldn't because I loved and respected him. It was definitely something to think about.

The girls and I spent the rest of the day shopping and having fun. There was no talk of what had happened the day before, but I knew they weren't going to forget it anytime soon. Before Mike and Rob got back I again made sure they weren't going to tell anyone and they were very adamant about that. I let them know that they were always welcome in our home for whatever fun they wanted to have.

When Mike returned, I hugged and kissed him warmly and began to think of how I would approach him about Alex.