18 comments/ 177798 views/ 81 favorites Bind By: youbadboy This has grown out of a series of emails with a group of women who experiment in bondage. Lets say fiction based on true stories. Let me know what you think, and where to go from here. Everyone is over 18. Enjoy. * All i know is that it feels good. Some people think what I do is bad. But they don't know me. I will not allow myself to lose my own self worth. I will not be abused! I will be a happy slave, a good slave, and I will be treated with respect! That's the note taped inside my desk. Then why am I letting him tie me up? Before you let someone tie your hands behind your back for the first time you have a lot to learn. Of course you can skip ahead if you really know the person and really knows what they are doing. Still thinking about bondage?? Here are some tips. RED LIGHT/GREEN LIGHT - Works like a traffic light. RED means STOP GREEN means GO! You can experiment with YELLOW ;) Say, "Red light!" and the action stops - unless you say, "Green light." This gives you one more chance to back out. Expect a session of further negotiation if you do use a Red Light. Sometimes this is so once a Red Light is encountered the other person will end, stop, finished, nada. This is to keep you from getting Red Light-happy. TIMED EVENT - You agree on how long the scene will last. Any time increment is ok. Times less than a minute or more than a week are kinda rare though. A good first time is 5-10 minutes. LIMITS - You don't have to have your hands tied behind you! They can be in front, in fact as a first time thing, hands in front is a good idea. The idea is to enjoy yourself. DEVICES - A silk scarf is ok over handcuffs or even instead of handcuffs. You can agree to use some rotten yarn that you can break, if you want. Words of caution; don't think you can break free with thread. You might be able to break it, but it will probably cut you. Beware duct tape! It can peel skin and ruin your clothes! Well, truth be told it didn't happen in a planned way at all. I broke all the rules. This is my story. ----------- I have lived mostly by myself, except when my parents who are semi-retired and gone most of the time are back. That is, until now. The economy in this area went bad and my brother lost his job, so he moved back. No big deal, not really. But I am bummed. Not so much my love life getting cold water thrown on it, no chance of that. My life is totally ordinary except, I have a secret no one knows that began as just a fantasy (my fingers are actually tingling as I write) that kept getting larger and larger. I doodled pictures of me strapped down, before shredding them at work or burning them at home. My fantasy: forced orgasm. No way that I could prevent it. Being completely tied up, blindfolded, touched against my will. Rubbed, stroked, penetrated, fingers shoved up inside, until I'd cum. Drives me crazy!! Oh, to have a hand on me like that!! Inside, arms bound behind my back. Oh god, I need to cum right now. Now, understand this is fantasy. I never ever really wanted it to actually happen. But in fantasy, picturing it in every way imaginable, the aching agony, and the feeling of fear how it aroused me! I read about it, found stories and began looking for it online. Categorized as rape fantasy. But that was not what I wanted, was it? I was very conflicted about my feelings as I masturbated, imagining myself tied, arms cinched tight behind my back, legs spread, gagged, unable to move and that hand! Feeling myself penetrated. Fucking god. Then it occurred to me I could do it by myself somehow, and I began to experiment. --------- In light of such an overpowering fantasy, one may think I was a real sensualist or wild, or worse. But it could not have been further from the truth. I was so completely not that type of person. I went to church almost every week, on my own, by myself. Yes I dated, had boyfriends, generally short term relationships. Yes I was intimate. But if I were to make the broadest generalization about my relationships with men, it would be that they were dissatisfying. To be honest I was not the sort of person who needed other people all the time, and as a result I was alone a lot of the time. When I was with a man I held back. Even though, the whole time we were kissing, making love, my inner thoughts were running off in such entirely other directions. My coworkers, my friends, my boyfriends, my lovers could never have imagined. I think the disconnect was felt by those who tried to woo me, in that at some point they would invariably ask what I wanted. "What do you want? What would you like, sexually?" they would ask. Like they knew, or had some sense of my boredom, dissatisfaction. My reticence. What did I say? I answered with things that would seem 'normal,' like oral sex, like fucking doggy style. These areas all seemed ok, normal, aren't they? But to say what I really wanted: To be tied up, bound and gagged and touched and fucked while I pretended it was against my will until orgasming? To fuck me while I was screaming 'NO' 'Stop!' the whole time. Never. Was it so disgusting? Would it ruin my life? My secret. Shit. I'm not quite sure I know what I want. Or maybe I know and I don't know how to say it. What do I really want? ----------- And IT happened so innocently. I was out shopping and walked into a fabric store, looking around for holiday items (I told myself). But while there - along with everything else - I bought two metal three inch rings. My hands trembling and my heart pounding as I laid them on the counter and paid the money, put them in my bag, carried them home. It felt like they were pulsating in my bag. These rings that I bought did nothing more than sit on my night stand, allowing me to look at them, a promise of things to come. I next bought some soft silk scarves, large and small ones, and I went home and tied the corners of these scarves into the rings. What I did next is so utterly burned into my memory. As my heart pounded, I removed my sweater, pulling it slowly off my head; and then removed my bra so that I was sitting with just my slacks on. I was sweating, my pussy felt so hot and wet. I took the rings and positioned them over my nipples, arranging the fabric across my shoulders and behind my neck, down behind my shoulders, cinching the scarves nice and snug causing my nipples to press through. I stood and looked in the mirror, turning this way and that, admiring my body. I was not bound, but the way my breasts looked with the scarves cinching them to my body, it felt electric. I looked in the mirror. The rings made my nipples protrude, and I could feel them stiffen, my breasts framed by the black fabric. They bound my breasts perfectly as I turned and twisted in the mirror. I slipped my slacks off, so that now I was wearing only a small pair of black panties. I took another one of the scarves and began wrapping it around my wrists, could barely hold them I was shaking so badly, working a loose knot into it that I tightened with my teeth. I next leaned down and stepped over my bound wrists so that my hands were behind, standing in my panties to look in the mirror again, and then turned the door with the mirror so that I could see myself on the bed and lay down face first. The feeling was electric, to actually be bound imagining myself unable to escape. What if someone came in the room, saw me, began to touch me? No! I was so wet. AND, I realized that in this position I could not touch myself. I WAS restrained, out of control, the feeling was dizzying. I could not masturbate, I lay like this squirming around as if trapped, keeping my face pressed to the mattress. I loved the way my breasts were bound, the way they felt as they slid against the fabric. I though of something that could make my nipples more sensitive. clips on my tight little nipples. Have I any of those? And it began. I lay there dreaming my fantasy, of someone seeing me, begging to be set free, being violated, hands rubbing me, fingers pulling my panties down. I would rock around on the mattress as if I were fighting them off, and could feel my pussy lips sliding together drenched in juices. Panting, for as long as I could stand it, before rolling onto my back and slipping my hands to the front and with my wrists still bound plunging my hands into my cunt, pressing inside, amazed at my juices, how wet, soaking wet, how hungry. I rubbed myself so hard, into the most powerful orgasm I'd had in my life. Next day I went to work with those rings and scarves still tied in place, feeling them binding beneath my clothes. The feeling put me into a kind of ecstasy. As I stood for my train, I had to hold myself up, looking out at all the people. If they could only imagine. I know my cheeks glowed all day long. I felt on the edge of cumming at every moment, how I ached, and it was all I could do to contain rubbing my legs together, whose simple action would have sent me into orgasm right at my desk. I kept doing this, day after day, seeing myself watching in the mirror and wondered about arranging a way to take photographs, but deciding that was all too risky. I dreamed of taking a picture - just one - to somehow *accidentally* share them with a lover, letting him see, being forced to explain this horrible secret. Oh god, how I would melt. It was impossible. It was precisely at this point that David arrived, with a car load of stuff. He was able to move back into his room which was at the opposite end of the house from me. His personality was similar to mine, unlike those families where one sibling is outgoing and the other shy. We were all pretty to ourself people. But we got along, he was nice, a wonderful guy really. I was not happy at all with the turn of events though, but what could I do. Nix the idea because it interfered with my bondage sessions? We had relatively similar schedules so that we were in the house at similar times and I hated that. He could sense I did not want him there. "As soon as I find a job," he kept saying. "This is only temporary sis." "No. No." I reassured. I told him I liked having someone around, that it was nice to get to see him again like old times. We played scrabble on some nights, he went out some nights and I went out. We ate together sometimes. It was utterly ordinary. There was one particular period, about two weeks long, where there simply had been no opportunity for me to have one of my sessions. I was extremely frustrated but avoided indicating that I would like him to be gone. One evening he explained he had a dinner date and would be going out. "That would be fine." I said, as my heart soared. The moment he left I pulled my box out from the back of the closet, and sorted out scarves, binding ropes I had bought online, clips and rings. I needed this, it had been too long. I stripped my clothes off and put on a sheer nightie that ended at my belly button, and no bottoms so that I was naked from the waist down. I tied the scarves to the rings and deftly bound myself over the nightie, loving the way my breasts were pressed into the thin fabric; then running one scarf down between my legs so that the fabric ran through my slit and up the other side and tying it up nice and tight. I tied my ankles with the binding rope, and my knees, pulling them nice and tight. Oh, how that felt on my bare skin, and every time I moved the scarf sliding between my legs. Heaven! I bound my wrists, and positioned my arms behind my back. The scarves were soft and tight, I lay on the mattress and could stimulate myself by undulating my hips giving me that illusion of a hand on my body, touching me, sliding through my wetness. Violating me. Lying on my bed I struggled, pretending to try escape as a hand roamed over my body, threatening me with all the things he was going to do!! And this was to be my first close call: I had to have lost track of time, because as I lay in my room, lights down low I thought I heard the door. My heart was beating so hard I couldn't stand it, I could not move fast enough. The lights in the house were on, I looked at the clock it was 10:30 and he knew I would not be asleep, not at this time. I wouldn't have time. What if he came up here?? I didn't know what to do. My door was closed, and I tugged the bed covers down with my teeth and pulled the covers back over myself with my teeth to just over my shoulders. When, just as I looked up, a knock! He immediately opened the door a crack, "Sis." I feigned like I was opening my eyes. "Hhhh, yes." "You asleep already?" "I guess I must have dozed off." I lied. He stepped into the room, my feelings were all a tangle. Here I lay tied up, and a mans voice in my room. I had cum once and was so wound up. I had to look as if I were sweating. "Sorry. I didn't mean to . . ." "No. its fine. I need to get up," I looked at the clock. I could not move, or sit up or wipe my eyes. My hands were tied behind my back. Every move looked as if I were bound there, I had to lay a little sideways, but he would have no idea whatever. How could he suspect? "You came home early." "Yeah. It was one of those online things. No good, I got out of there." There was an extended silent pause. "You want to watch a movie?" he asked. His voice was electric, his presence, it was crazy - I wanted to cum. I was in a bad way. To be touched. The way I was laying beneath the covers caused the scarf to pinch up between my legs, the slightest motion causing it to rub my clit. I began to undulate my hips unable to control myself. "Uh, yeah. Give me a, uh, uh, minute." I let out a sigh. "What are all these scarves doing out?" They were all over the floor, and I noticed there were also ropes and clips, a pile of rings some with scarves tied to them. Fuck! My box was on the floor with stuff spilling out. Shit. Shit. "Laundry," I said. A pause and he asked, "You all right?" I panicked, "I'm Fine! Just give me a - minute! Pick out a, uh, movie." I was on fucking fire, my clit burning. I was going to cum. Get out!! He looked around the room a little more, standing just a few feet away, the box down close to his feet. Silence. What was he thinking? I felt myself begin to shudder. The light was thankfully low. "Ok," he said before he turned and left. My orgasm rushing through my body as I stretched, tightening the fabric between my legs and rocking my hips. "Oh fucking god," I breathed, as I lay there spasming in the bed, rocking myself back and forth. I lay a moment taking in what had just happened, how fucking incredible it felt. I brought my legs to my chest and pulled my hands to the front, quickly untying the silk scarves with my teeth and then my legs. I rolled over and pushed myself up. "Fuck," I breathed, sitting my bare ass on the side of the bed and rubbing my hand flat between my legs, juices running over my fingers. I wanted to cum again, on fire. I began masturbating furiously again, fucking down on my fingers. I could not help thinking how David had been in my room while I was tied up, my whole body was trembling and that feeling was wild. Beyond wild, like nothing I had ever felt before. I was completely vulnerable, in that moment. Truly vulnerable. He could have pulled the covers back, seen me, watched me laying there, done anything just then. "Ahhhh," I felt myself cumming again. Incredible. He was my brother, and I was disgusted with myself for thinking about his hands on me, the way I was thinking as I rubbed myself. Squeezing my thighs around my hand, and in particular felt guilty after I had an absolutely mind blowing orgasm, my fingers pressed deep inside myself - as I was imagining them to be his. ----------- I quickly pulled on my short nightie bottoms, light green that went with my top. Not really thinking about it, but trying to be quick knowing he was waiting and not wanting him to come back up. MY body was utterly limp, and I smelled of sex. I went into the bathroom and attempted to wash up, and lightly padded down the stairs. He had the movie set up waiting to hit play. He looked at me and I noticed him doing a double take. "That what you are going to wear?" He said. I looked down at myself, realizing how exposed I really was just then. It was very thin, very sheer. I realized that in this light he could see my rose colored nipples. The top rode up high so that you could see my midriff. I hadn't put on any panties, my butt was totally visible. Shit. I wanted to be normal, rather than run back upstairs. I said, "It's what I was wearing." He looked at me some more, and answered, "Ok. It's a little revealing." I was defensive when I said, "You're my brother." He looked back to the TV, "You're right. It's fine." I still was not thinking clear, I knew it. I wanted to go up and get my robe, but once I sat down, I did not want to get up again. My pussy was clinging to my bottoms, I was still so soaking wet, and my hands literally felt numb. I was light headed. I still felt so aroused. I settled into the sofa and slid my legs up onto the cushion and curled my feet under, keeping my legs tight together, knowing how I was staining the crotch of my nightie, and that it was probably completely see through when wet. ---------------- The close call really scared me. After that I decided I had to be much more careful. But it also meant that the number of times I could engage in my sessions went down considerably. Safety meant less opportunity. And with the lack of access their intensity magnified. I kept trying to do more and more things, with my bindings and with my fantasies. I got some books to teach me tricks. I figured out ways to bind myself to my headboard while still being able to get loose. I learned the use of outdoor garbage bag ties, how they gave the feeling of tighter bondage but with the ability to break loose if needed. My need for sexual release became something I thought about more and more, and without realizing it I was needing to be more extreme to get the same level of intensity. In particular, I found myself trying to recreate the feeling I had gotten the evening David walked into my room. It was very frustrating, and all combined I was a wreck. To make it even worse I had no one I could talk to. I also realized that the time I was most alone was at night when I was sleeping. It got so I could not sleep at night unless I was bound in some fashion. Before going to bed I got in the habit of harnessing each foot to foot boards, so that I lay spread eagle. I wanted them to be tight so that the ligature could be felt around my ankles, but not so tight that my feet would go numb. I wanted also to tie my hands in some fashion, but dared not to risk it. I felt safe with myself being spread eagle under my covers if David came in my room, and secretly hoped that he would. However, with my hands free it also meant I had access to masturbating, which took away some of the feeling of non control. I would resist for as long as possible but that was not the same thing, was it? This was where eventually - and in the absence of David ever coming into my room - that I began to make use of the garbage ties, which could be cinched behind my back, or to the corners of my bed with some effort before binding my ankles to the foot boards. That was perfect. I lay spread eagle with my arms spread, unable to move my legs or turn and slightly uncomfortable with no access to touching myself in any way. Eventually I left a small pillow between my legs. Mmmmmm, perfect. In the black night I could maneuver myself so that it was that perfect hand on my body, touching and playing with me. Some evenings I'd blindfold and gag myself, but in a manner I could get them off quickly and never slept that way. I kept needing more, I continued to test the tightness of the ligatures, pulling myself lower on the bed so that my legs would be pulled wider, and I began sleeping naked. I loved being naked when trussed. Bind & Strip Me Naked for Nude Day This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Husband and wife play sexy, albeit dangerous games of Nude Day bondage. * Roger and Denise were avid Literotica readers. They used the erotic stories on the site as inspirational fodder to spice up their sex lives. Sometimes, they included their best friends, Irene and Dave in their sexy games. Taking sexual inspiration from many of the categories from Literotica, they even made a wheel that they spun to decide what they'd do each sexy holiday. With nearly every day a holiday, albeit an obscure holiday, they turned every day into a sexual holiday. With never a dull sexual moment, because they were in love and because they were so sexual and sensual, they had more sexual holidays than they did categories, which required them to overlap them and, in essence, make the game that much more interesting. Nonetheless, with so many categories to chose from and so many holidays to celebrate, every day was always something sexually different and erotically exciting. From out of thirty-five categories of stories on Literotica, the twenty-one categories they chose to celebrate their sexual holidays were Anal, BDSM, Celebrity, Erotic Coupling, Erotic Horror, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Fetish, Gay Male, Group Sex, Incest and Taboo, Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, Loving Wives, Mature, Mind Control, Non-Consent and Reluctance, Non-Human, Romance, Sci-Fi, Toys & Masturbation, and Transsexuals and Cross Dressers. Not all the categories appealed to their libido and they mostly picked the ones that inspired them sexually. Yet, there were those days that they felt sexy and horny enough to try anything in any of the categories they chose. Of course, needing to enjoy the game to play the game, picking from a list of obscure holidays, each year, they only celebrated those holidays that appealed to them and that sexually inspired them. Each year was different and they skipped those holidays they celebrated in previous years to celebrate other holidays that inspired them this year. The holidays in January they celebrated were Humiliation Day, January 3rd, Bean Day and Cuddle Up Day, January 6th, Bubble Bath Day and Male Watcher's Day, January 8th, Play God Day, January 9th, Feast of Fabulous Wild Men Day, January 12th, Make Your Dream Come True Day, January 13th, National Hugging Day, January 21st, Compliment Day, January 24th, and Spouse's Day, January 26th. One can only imagine some of the sexy and erotic things they did on those holidays to excite their lovemaking and to keep their marriage fresh and alive without falling into a rut of boredom and disinterest. Last year, when they decided to celebrate Humiliation Day, Denise spun the category wheel for her husband and it landed on Transsexuals and Cross Dressers. Roger had to dress up as a women complete with hair and makeup, pantyhose, bra, and high heels, and go food shopping, while Denise videotaped all the sexy action. Of course, Denise wanted to celebrate Male Watcher's Day and when Roger spun the wheel and the arrow landed on Gay Male, Denise was only allowed to watch Gay males, which didn't suit her sexual purposes at all, since she's a heterosexual woman. Nonetheless, later that night, they still had a sexy time in bed discussing all that they did and what they'd do next year. Thank a Mailman Day, February 4th, Make a New Friend Day, February 11th, Valentine's Day, February 14th, of course, Do a Grouch a Favor Day, February 16th, Random Act of Kindness Day, February 17th, and Public Sleeping Day, February 28th were all the sexual holidays they celebrated in February. Just from reading the list, depending on where the arrow landed on the category wheel, one can only imagine the possibilities of celebrating each holiday. A fun sexual holiday to celebrate, Denise and Roger celebrated Thank a Mailman Day on February 4th. Fortunately, for the couple, innocuously innocent, the wheel landed on Exhibitionism and Voyeurism and Denise opened the door to greet the mailman totally naked. "Today is Thank a Mailman Day," said Denise throwing her arms around the mailman's neck and giving him a big, wet kiss and a hug, while reaching down to feel his cock through his pants. A personal friend, after having delivered on this route for years, he knew about some of the sexual antics of Roger and Denise and went along with their sexy game. He gave her naked ass a squeeze and her big tits a feel, while returning her lingering wet kiss. "Happy Thank a Mailman Day," she said. "Thank you," said the mailman. "I just love my job." National Pig Day and Peanut Butter Lovers' Day, March 1st, are good sexual holidays to celebrate together, for obvious reasons. I Want You To Be Happy Day, March 3rd, Hug a GI Day, March 4th, Be Nasty Day, March 8th, April Fool's Day, April 1st, Hug a Newsman Day, April 4th, Lover's Day, April 23rd, Pig in a Blanket Day, April 24th, Kiss Your Mate Day, April 28th, are just a sampling of the obscure holidays that the couple sexually celebrated in March and in April. With a dozen holidays to celebrate each month, the yearly list of holidays were seemingly endless. Then, when July 14th rolled around, Nude Day, Denise knew they'd have some innocent, albeit, sexy fun tonight, after she came home from work. Before leaving for work, so as to give them both time to think about how to celebrate Nude Day, Denise spun the category wheel and it landed on BDSM. Unfortunately, with the best made plans ruined, she had to work late Nude Day. Notwithstanding her coming home from work on Nude Day evening late with only a few hours left to spare, she had no idea what Roger had planned to celebrate the occasion. He never failed to surprise her by thinking of something sensually sexy and erotically outrageous. Yet, kismet interfered with even the best made plans. When she came home late from work and parked her car in the dark garage, she was met by four shadowy figures. It all happened so fast. Emerging from all four sides of her, they came from out of nowhere, and with eight hands touching her where only her husband was allowed to touch her, that is, except for the mailman on Thank A Mailman Day, they grabbed her, groped her, and manhandled her. Shocked, petrified, and thinking she'd be raped and/or worse, she knew enough not to allow them to take her from the garage. She heard enough crime experts to know that she couldn't allow them to put her in her car and drive her away. She needed to make her stand right now and right there. Yet, with eight arms restraining her, she was no match for them. Too dark to clearly see their faces, frightened out of her mind, just by the softness of her touch, she discerned that one of her assaulters, was a woman. In all happened so fast that she didn't even have time to scream. One man held her by her arms, while the woman put duct tape over her mouth and another man put a blindfold over her eyes. Then, a third man tied her wrists. Helpless to stop them, the four of them stripped her naked, actually cutting her clothes off her body with scissors, while touching and feeling her everywhere. Blouse and skirt, snip, snip, were cut from her body. She felt hands feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra, while other hands felt her ass and traced her pussy line through her panty. Then, within seconds, bra and panty, snip, snip, were removed. More hands grabbed her breasts and fingered, pulled, and twisted her nipples. Another hand squeezed her ass, while another hand cupped her pussy and inserted a long, stiff finger fucking her. Too scared to be sexually aroused, she froze allowing their hands to touch and feel her naked body anywhere and everywhere, and in all those places where only her husband was allowed to touch her. Then, when finished with their sexual assault of her, they pushed her in the backseat of her own car, backed out of the driveway, and drove away. Promising to never play another sexual game again, no matter what the holiday, she just wanted to survive this ordeal. Who were these people? Where were they taking her? Why her? Why now? In all the years she lived in this neighborhood, she never had an incidence of crime to report. Now they had sexually assaulted her, kidnapped her, and God knows what else they were going to do to her. Were they taking her somewhere to rape her? Where they taking her somewhere to murder her and dump her nude body? Her mind reeled with thoughts of what to do to get herself out of this. Yet, every time she thought of something, she's reject it as useless. Other than to kick out her own car door window, hoping to shatter the glass, she was unable to break the window. Blindfolded, gagged, bound, and naked, there wasn't much she could do. Never had she been so afraid. Already sexually assaulted by being touched, groped, and felt, while stripped naked, but not yet, raped, now she feared for her life. This is what she gets for teasing all the perverts in town by playing her obscure holiday games with her husband. She figured the three men were neighbors who had been watching her, but who in the Hell was the woman? Then they stopped her car, ripped the duct tape from her mouth, untied her wrists, removed the blindfold, and pushed her out of her own car, before speeding away. At first, she had no idea where she was. Then, when she looked around and got her bearings, she saw people, a lot of people. Standing on the sidewalk totally naked, there were so many people. She was in Times Square and hundreds, thousands of people were ogling her naked body. Lucky for her, it was Nude Day. Lucky for her, there were partially naked people celebrating the holiday by holding Nude Day signs, along with End of the World signs. Glad that her ordeal was over, it was then she realized this is how her husband, Roger, wanted her to celebrate Nude Day. She remembered now. Wishing it would land on Exhibitionism and voyeurism, wanting to expose her naked body for National Nude Day, when she spun the Nude Day wheel, the arrow landed on BDSM, but work and her job got in the way of their private, little celebration. She came home late, too late to play the game and she had no idea, he'd take their Nude Day event to the streets. Without doubt, this, by far, was the best Nude Day, the most sexually exciting sexual holiday she's ever had in her life. "Hello," going along with the facade, she said as people walked by her staring. "Happy Nude Day," she said throwing her arms high in the air and twirling around to make sure that every passerby got a good look at her tits, ass, and pussy. Then, when the police came to arrest her, she told them that she was kidnapped and dropped off here. At first they didn't believe her, but when they saw the video from the surveillance cameras of a car pushing her out the door and speeding away, they gave her some clothes and allowed her to go home. "Happy Nude Day," said her husband, when Denise arrived home. "Happy Nude Day," said Roger. "You scared the shit out of me, but now that it's over, now that I exposed my naked body to thousands of people on Nude Day, I'm so sexually aroused that you need to tie me to the bed and have your wicked way with me. Yet, who were those people who grabbed me and stripped me naked. That was the mailman, Irene and Dave, and me, of course. After celebrating the best Nude Day ever, hoping to spin the wheel on Group Sex, Loving Wives, or Toys and Masturbation, she couldn't wait to celebrate National Ice Cream Day on July 17th. * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading and voting for my story. Bind I bought some collars and sometimes wore those, tightening them to the level of discomfort. I even bought a gag ball, which stayed hid in my closet. The collars were interesting, some had loops on them and I could lock myself in after tying them to the headboard making my confinement complete. Tied to the bed by my ankles and my neck, but again only for a short time, late at night. You have no idea how wet I get just thinking about all this, it is so delicious and I know what this all leads up to. That next time, that morning of the most intense feeling, that morning that as I had 'feared' David came into my room. Ostensibly he wanted a ride somewhere and his car was not working. He could not get it started. Could I take him or could he borrow the car. I was laying in bed, my ankles bound spread eagle and hands tied behind my back. My gags and collar were under my pillow, but carelessly I had left some of the scarves tied around the corners of my headboard. He knocked as he does, and in mortal fear I woke tearing my arms apart from their garbage tie bindings just as he opened my door and stepped in. The motion of my arms from behind my back led me to basically throw the covers off my bed so that in a moment I was exposed from my waist up. My breasts exposed until I pulled the sheet back up over myself. He backed slightly, saying "Sorry. Sorry." The feeling of my spread legs, and my nakedness all flooded into me. I was trapped, my fantasies raging. How could he not notice? In the light of my room the sheet was fallen over my legs, spread wide beneath, one ankle basically at each corner of the bed. MY feet practically touching the corners of the foot board. Could he see the ropes tied at the corners, the scarves tied at the top? All this happened in a split second, as he stood there. "You should wait until I say you can come in David." I tried to make light of it. I truly wanted him there. He said again, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. I thought you were asleep." "I was." "I need to borrow your car, or could you give me a ride. Mine broke down." I could tell he noticed the ropes. I could see his eyes, he was tracing the ropes at the corners and the path of my legs from the corner of the bed, but then snapped his eyes back on me. I turned crimson. "I can give you a ride. I'll need my car otherwise you could. . ." my words trailed off, he was looking at my legs again. "Ok. That's what I thought." Pause, "You ok?" "I'm fine, you startled me. Never woke me up like this before." He smiled, glancing around my room again. My box was against the wall again. I was not being careful enough, but it had been such a long time. I tried to get him to look at me again, "Can you make me some breakfast?" His eyes on me melted my body, my whole middle softening and melting. I began my fantasy, being trapped. Pulling back the covers. I cannot get away, my spread legs, my trimmed little pussy. I could feel myself leaking. His voice, "Sure." "Give me a minute I'll be right down." ---------- I'd finally figured out a pantie gag, made it myself. It is harder than you think. First you need the right panties because a pair too big will not fit all in your mouth and too small and you are not gagged. I worked out how to roll them up and close off my mouth, binding a scarf so it stayed. I'd bought the ball gag but I drooled when it was in and so I read about pantie gags and one of the things I noticed is that they are absorbent, and you do not drool. One of those things a bondage aficionado comes to learn, ha ha. Anyways, I had also bought some fishnet stockings and was heading to my room, and I guess I must have been too quiet because when I opened the door to my room, there was David. He was sitting and going through my box! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "You fuck!!" I screamed. I clenched my panties and fishnet stockings in my hand before throwing them at him, only to watch in horror as they opened up revealing a pair of fishnet stockings and scarf and panties fluttering around his shoulders. "My sisters into some kinky stuff." He said. But when he saw my eyes, he thought better of the joke. I began to cry. "You shit. You have no right. No right to snoop in my room. Get out!!" I was crying. He stood up, "Sis. I'm sorry. Come on." "You fuck." "I had no idea, I didn't know." He was holding me by the shoulders as I swung my hands out at him, in some ludicrous attempt to hit him. "I had no idea. Come on. Come on." It just made me go more wild. He knew. He knew. God damn it. What kind of sicko am I. I kept these things in my closet. So much stuff. I looked down, the box was overflowing. He moved away from me and I fell on the bed. "I am. I'm sorry." "Get out!!" -------------- Oh my God. He saw me in my bed, the ropes, the gags, he saw my vibrator for fuck sake. I held out a vibrator that I could rig to my bed and feel myself getting penetrated. Shit. I did not know what to do. How could I ever face him again? I carefully put everything back in the box, and slid it into the corner of my closet and sat down staring into the mirror, looking at my face. I was beet red, my makeup running down my face, my hair limp around my cheeks, my lips swollen my runny nose. "Fuck." I sat, listening to the house. Is he still here? I wondered. Had he run out of here. Who would he tell? He's left. He'll never see me again. I opened my door and listened. I walked down the hall, and his door was open. I looked in and he was packing. I stepped in and leaned against the wall wiping my cheeks, "What you doing?" "Packing." He looked up at me. "Sara. I'm sorry, I never, never intended to . . ." "You don't have to." "You don't want me here, not after what I did." He stood silently before me, and I hugged myself as I leaned against the wall. We just looked at each other. "It's ok." I paused and added, "Your right about one thing. You got some sicko for a sister, huh." "Don't even think that. Come on. It's . . . I'll admit, not anything I could have ever come up with." I laughed. He loosened up a bit, "I think of you more, less, uh." He was struggling for words. "Less Sexual." I said. "No. Less. Intense." was all he could say. "Don't leave. I'll get rid of everything. I need to stop anyways. It's stupid, no big deal. I got a boyfriend that was into it and he turned me on to it a little bit." I lied. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. It was a joke. A joke. Look I don't care, you're not hurting anybody. Are you?" "I'm not cutting myself, or choking myself if that's what you mean." "Adults. Adults do . . ." "Weird shit. Stay." I grabbed his bag and dumped it. I sat on his bed, and we were like that a long time. "Look." He said. "I love you." "Weird shit and all?" ---------------- There was definitely a certain awkwardness that came from our little incident. A cautiousness in how we interacted. He did not want to anger me again nor bring up what happened, and he avoided my room like the plague . For my part I did not really know how to move around him now, I was so aware of my hands and body in his presence (where should I put them?), and meeting his eyes led me to blush crimson. When our eyes met, I had to look away, I was still so embarrassed. In part for what he knew about me, but also because of my knowledge of my own fantasies that were beginning to include him. It was this elephant in the living room that we did not want to talk about, but was likely also the only thing we were thinking about in each others presence. Ugh. Why did this even have to happen? David was continually being over nice to me to the point of irritation, until finally I said, "Look, I'm not fragile or anything. I'm not suicidal. I'm normal. It's all ok." He looked at me after my outburst, "You're Happy?" "Yes. Jesus Christ!" I swatted him with the back of my hand. "I'll hold off on the 'normal' judgment just now, but ok. Happy." He said while frowning and rubbing his arm where I hit him. "I understand. Remind me to avoid unhappy," grinning. "Call it the new normal," I interjected and we both smiled. So, we adjusted, to OUR new normal. The only thing that had changed was this shared knowledge of a secret that had not been known before. It's truly weird what impact that has. Imagine if your deepest darkest secret were suddenly uncovered before an unsuspecting someone who saw you every day. How would YOU be? As normalcy returned, I thought about how a person can adapt to almost anything. Aside from David looking at me a little longer than I ever remembered, we were falling back into our old routines. I would be shocked if he ever came to my room again though, ha ha. I think he was afraid to even go to the bathroom now because it was so close to my door. Therein lay a bit of a new found freedom. My room became MINE, even though - and likely because - he did have that nominal knowledge of what I did in there by myself. At night we watched movies together the regular way we always did, sipping wine or drinking a beer, and then we would say our good nights; and there WAS a certain erotica about it now. Almost as if I were saying, 'Good night David, I'm going to my room to tie my naked cunt up now.' I think he felt it too. But it remained unspoken. I went to my bedroom, and indeed yes - I tied myself up with a new freedom. Not every night, not all the time, but as the urge rose in me, this inexorable desire to be bound. The inability to move, the loss of control, the feeling of bindings digging into my flesh, AND happy that I was not doing so, utterly alone anymore. I was, in fact, having some affect on someone else by my actions. Someone did know! Albeit my brother. I imagined him actually masturbating to his thoughts - dare I say his fantasy - of me, and the fact he knew gave me a certain thrill I had never felt before. Tonight I bound my torso with two 12 foot lengths of silk binding rope each folded in half and threaded through a brass ring. The ring was set at my navel and each length was pulled tight around my waist, with the cord threaded back through the ring and then down between my legs so that they lay tucked inside my labia and then up my back in a criss cross pattern over my back and around under my arms and then across and between my breasts and under my arms again, beneath my breasts, over the top, and down to be tied back to the ring. It created this wonderful criss cross pattern over my torso which I would cinch tighter like shoelaces in a shoe, until my breasts ached and my flesh protruded from where I was trussed with the black cords. I clamped weighted clips to my hard nipples and let them hang, the ache had sent this delicious tingling up my spine, just right. I next bound my ankles in a new way I had once seen in a magazine but never dared try, allowing for my feeling of being left alone in my room. I bent my ankle back as far as it would go and bound my ankles to my upper thigh, wrapping the binding up around my bent leg toward my knee and then up around my back on each side and tugging until my legs were forced open wide, as wide as I could. It was impossible to either straighten or close my legs bound in this way, and my gaping pussy was impossibly exposed. I was trussed in the most vulnerable way possible. It was wonderful, the feeling of air on my sopping wet puss. Oh god, fantastic. From any angle my cunt was held open to be fucked and there was no way to stop anybody. I loved the feeling, especially when laying on my front because the way I was tied left me kneeling on the bed with my ass high in the air, and my legs wide open. Before my little session I had set a chair at the end of my bed that had attached to it a broomstick with a vibrator taped to the end, and as I lay forward on the bed I could slide down and with legs open to impale myself on the dildo. Blindfolded and trussed up I could rock myself on the dildo, let it penetrate me deep and be fucked to abandon pretending that it was not I, but some stranger in the room. The dildo fit perfectly, a giant vibrating cock, and what was amazing about this position too was the way the clamps on my nipples moved and dragged on the sheets of my bed as I thrust up and down, dragging my breasts and fucking. Exquisite. The only disconcerting thing about the whole exercise was that I could not stop thinking about David, who as down the hall no more than ten feet away through the wall. I could imagine him there, while I was bound, helpless. He had to know what I was doing, knew I was bound, he could come in and take me. Nothing I could do about it. I would lay thinking this as I undulated my hips, thrusting onto the dildo, feeling this 'cock' press up inside, it was his cock I began fantasizing about. No! No!! So big. No. Stop. "David! Ahhh!" I let my moans out, probably louder than I had ever been. Loud enough to leave the confines of my room. Could he hear? I told myself no, and besides, he would know anyway. Would he not know? My regrets in solo bondage: I could not bind my arms behind myself at the elbow. I regretted that my knots had to always be done in a way that could be easily undone, and that meant I was not truly bound. Nor could I harness myself to the bed completely. I had not been able to figure out a way to tie my ankles to my wrists from behind as I imagined it. I wanted hooks, hooks in doorways on the ceiling, to hook myself to, but could not come up with a way. These things I wanted more and more, and my thoughts of their intensity and the pleasure of being truly bound remained in the background. Worst of all, I kept trying to recreate the two most intense orgasms of my life, which strangely enough had both involved the presence of David. -------------- A third night was coming that would prove to be the most amazing sexual peak yet. Like nothing I had ever ever felt. It was truly the craziest thing ever. I was getting 'ready' for bed, and had reached a point where I really could not fall asleep unless I was bound in some way. Some nights it took nothing more than to have my ankles tied. Sometimes a belt pulled tight around my waist was enough, but it had to be something. Other nights were more elaborate depending on the intensity of my yearnings. Tonight I needed something more, was in a total heat. Stripping naked I tied my ankles spread eagle to the foot posts on my bed, ironically the very position that I lay in when David came in that time and probably my favorite position for that reason. I tied myself low on the bed pulling my legs as wide as they could go. Then I had rigged up a way to reach back and slip my hands into ropes that could be tugged tighter giving my the feeling of my wrists being bound from behind, though I could still escape. My torso truss was on, tied nice and tight, just enough to restrict my breathing, with silk cords running between my legs tucked nicely up inside my labia and pulled tight. Mmmmm, fucking god, yes. I lay like this my naked skin on fire, the sheet pulled up to my neck before going to sleep. I left a night light on so that I could just see myself in the mirror. Before drifting off to sleep there was a light knock at the door. I jumped. My initial reaction was panic, needing to hide. David?? Untie myself. His voice calling, "Sara?" He was not opening the door, knocking again and calling. "Sara?" Only this time, the door opening a tiny crack. "You asleep already? I thought we could . . ." My instinct was to call out 'No! Don't come in! I am in bed already.'" But that is not what I did. Would he come in? I lay a moment silent. Saying nothing. My heart beating so hard, I let out a breath with no words. I did not want this moment to pass without him. Finally I said, "It's ok. Come in." He pushed the door open, his eyes were saucers in the low light. I was fully visible from where I lay tipped a little on my side with the sheet pulled up high. Knots were clearly visible on the posts at the foot of my bed. All he said was, "Oh!" Almost a gasp. There was silence in the room. I let him look, melting inside. Laying limp. Yielding. What was he thinking? "I see you're in bed." "Hmmm. Hmmmm." I felt myself growing warm. He turned to leave, then pausing, "Can I turn on the light?" "Yes." He turned it on and the room flooded with light, my eyes adjusting. I looked down trying to see what he saw. My legs were spread wide and the sheet was pulled up just like the last time. I was completely covered, but the outline of my spread legs were clearly visible beneath the sheet. A perfect outline of my bare cunt beneath the sheet. My box sitting at the foot of the bed stuffed full. David was looking at me up and down, I letting him, when finally he asks, "Sara. Can I see?" He was asking to see me. Oh my God! "I don't think so. I'm naked right now." He went a shade of red with those words. I could not believe what I had just told him. He could barely get the words out, "Oh, sorry. Sorry. I thought, thought maybe we could see a movie or have a . . . that's all, I didn't know you were. Sorry." I was smiling at his rambling on, liking my affect on him, and I still did not want him to go. The adrenaline in my body was on full, I was crazy, this feeling of being watched, bound and watched. It was like last time, only now he knew, I could feel his arousal. Electric. He was turning to go again and I blurted out, "David. Wait. IF you promise me, IF you do exactly as I tell you." He paused at the door. "Everything. You can, See me I mean, some. You already saw me topless once right?" "Yes. Ok. If its ok?" He was intrigued and nervous, turning to the bed and stepping nearer. "What do you want me to do?" "You can pull the sheet down, but no further than my waist." He grasped the sheet and began pulling it lower, exposing me. My shoulders sliding free, lower my trussed breasts. Lower. His hands were trembling. I repeated, "No further than my waist!" I was naked, and began turning myself away now so that he was looking at my bare back, with my arms tied behind, the curve of my lower back, the black cords crossing my torso. He moved down the bed with the sheet in his hand, tugging it slowly lower, and lower, letting it slide along my bare skin rising up my hip. "No further, than my waist!" I could barely speak. I felt like I was on fire, I was unable to move. If he continued there was nothing I could do. My arms pulled back behind me, I could not move, imagining myself wildly trapped. Unable. Bound. I wanted to be bound and trapped for real, this fantasy taking over. I kept watching his hands so near to my skin. The way he stood he could see my breasts from the side, my arms pulled back, the curve of my hips. Touch me. His voice, "Yes. I hear you." disembodied. Lower, a little lower. He stopped, and I could feel him there looking at me. He breathed out, "Oh my god Sara, this is real. Where do you get something like that?" His eyes on my torso, the black silk stood out against my bare skin. I could see that it was pulled so tight that it dug into me. "I do it myself." "What do you do? How?" He had the sheet down farther than I wanted, just past my hip and at the right angle I imagined he could see down to my thigh and the curve of my abdomen, but I did not object. I was still turned from him, so the fabric lay draped down my backside. I could tell my puss hairs were barely covered. I had the sense that he could see the crack of my ass. I answered, "It's two lengths of rope folded in half and here, its just looped around my waist and then over my shoulders, under my arms, under and over my breasts. I tug it until it feels nice and tight." I left out the crotch tying. Bind Silence. I added, "You like it?" He met my eyes, and there was lust and shame at the same time. Difficult to describe. "I don't think I can tell you what I think." I rolled the other way to face him, letting my arms rock beneath me and lay toward him. He could see me, the front of me, my hair fallen around my face, my breasts tied and exposed. The way I had rolled left the sheet even lower than it had been and I realized that every time I moved it was slipping down my thighs. The sheet lay impossibly low on my abdomen, my dark pussy hairs were visible. I repeated, "But do you like it?" "You look like something I have never seen. This is real." He kept saying that, I had no idea what it meant. "Wow!" he breathed out, and it was at that moment that he noticed that my torso bindings were extending down along my hip toward the inside of my thigh and between my legs, one on each side. "Oh my god! What are those?" He almost touched me leaning closer. I looked down and blushed crimson. He totally noticed. What do I say? "Those? Part of my binding, they run between my legs, from here," motioning at my waist and waggling my hips. "It's the first thing I do, from my waist I run the bindings down between my legs." He literally groaned. I loved the way he looked at me, realizing how the cords were pressed between my legs. I tried to stop moving though, the sheet was starting to drop open toward my crotch and my pussy was becoming totally visible. His eyes were shining. I added, "I pull them inside my labia." He kept looking at the black silk cords disappearing beneath the sheet, and now he could almost see the cords disappearing between my legs. Some sense was coming over me and suddenly I felt very exposed. I concluded with, "Ok. You can pull up the sheet." But he did not move, he kept looking at me like he hadn't heard my words at all. Instead he asked, "Why do you do this? Do you know?" He did not pull up the sheet and I could have at that point unhitched my hands and done it myself, but I so liked the illusion of being bound in his presence. I did not want to break the spell. I was bound, unable. He had to do it. "I don't know, I like it. Hard to explain." I could feel the heat of my body, began to imagine myself masturbating. When he left I was so going to be masturbating. "But how, when? I don't ever remember anything like this." "It started as fantasy, I always thought about losing control. More and more. To not be in control. I started to experiment a little, and like the way it feels, to not be able to move when you want. To be helpless, confined." "Anyone know about this? You do this with anyone?" "Only you. Everything I do is me alone." I tugged at the bindings and began turn myself a little one way and another, pulling at each of the ropes, with his eyes on me I was still in a fantasy play, struggling. I broke the silence, "You like it." "Shit. Wow! Yeah." I smiled. "Sorry, I just never in my life." I was began to rock my hip feeling the cords slide between my legs, and before he might notice I said, "Ok, David, pull the sheet back up." There was another pause. His eyes on me. "You promised." "Oh, yeah, sorry." He looked like he had just snapped out of a trance, and then he so gingerly took the sheet and tugged it back over me, watching the whole time, I lay there softly for him. Yielding. I was so wet my pussy was soaking into the sheet beneath me, I could feel it running down the crack of my ass, I could undulate my hips letting the cords slide between my legs. Long delicious strokes. I knew he could see me moving. This was crazy. I did not want it to end. Before he left I slipped my hands out of their ties and sat up holding the sheet in front of me. He was disoriented, moving to the door. I loved everything about this. He looked intoxicated, I sure as hell was. What had just happened? -------------- Here is what David did not know. If I was into bondage before, my recent experiences converted me into an addict, and therein lay a problem. Without really realizing it, I kept trying to recreate these previous peaks that he was creating for me, and this was getting harder and harder to do - and if that is not the definition of an addiction I do not know what is. I knew in my heart of hearts that having David look at me could only be matched by having him look at me again, but then what? And I knew the answer. Touch. It was too frightening to contemplate for there was no way, so there HAD to be another way. I kept looking for something else, some way to get my fix. I began looking up bondage online, trying to figure out more extreme fantasies, something!! I was wet all the time, in heat, my pussy throbbing in my jeans, my heart always on edge, this sheen of sweat covering me as I schemed and planned. The hardest part was when we were home. David was there, every day looking at me, insinuating. His mere presence made me wet. To have his eyes on me, lingering. He had not come to my room again, but what if he did? My room did not feel so safe anymore, which now ADDED to my erotic edge. I longed for the knock on the door. But all of this was operating below what I could admit to myself. And it was worse. Not only did I want to do it again, have it happen again, it needed to be continually MORE. What did that mean? I needed IT to happen again, a literal physical need, like the imprinting of a baby bird on the first thing it sees. My last time with David watching me as I lay naked before him tied up on the bed engendered such an intense physical, emotional response - what other word is there than addiction. However, the true reality did not come home to me until I began to make preparations for my 'really intense session.' First, I could do nothing but think about what was to come, and IT would finally replace David. Or so I thought. I felt so completely focused, I waited for a week without binding myself in any way - seven whole days - until my body was literally trembling, I felt light headed with lust. I still thought of myself as a solo bondage freak, so I wanted this to be me, me alone. The problem was that I never was able to truly create a total loss of control, because I needed to tie myself up, bind myself and no matter how extreme, there still needed to be that one way of escape and so ultimately I would still be in total control. Fuck! There was no denying it. How could there be NO escape. THAT is what it was, and it couldn't be David. I wanted to be a slave, with fantasies of absolute obedience. Loss of control that is what it was, submitting to something outside and not inside myself. So tonight I entered my room physically shaking with an exquisite mix of fear and desire. Could I even do this? This building sensation flooded me as I began tying myself to the point that I always had, binding my ankles and knees, trussing my torso tight with silk cords extending between my legs and tucked up inside my pussy lips, I let out a long breath pulling everything tighter and tighter. It was from this point I was going to be passing the point of no return. I had bought a pair of metal wrist cuffs, and frozen the key to them inside a piece of ice that would lay in a saucer near the bed. I did not even know how long it would take to melt. Just before snapping the cuffs on my wrist behind my back the acute awareness that I would have no escape without that key overwhelmed me. It was like a wave of sheer panic had come over me, exhilarating, an incredible feeling, unthinkable possibilities (one of which was being discovered laying naked and exposed by my brother). Snap, then they were on! No matter how I struggled I was trapped, the sensation of being unable to move overwhelmed my senses. My arms were pulled back behind me, and as I was laying face down on the mattress, my ankles and knees tied wide so that my cunt was totally exposed (the way I so loved to be tied up), almost imperceptibly my body metamorphosed into a state of mounting physical arousal: gradually my terror at having no escape turned into a feeling near-ecstasy that I truly, finally was trapped. I would have to wait. I could not touch myself. There was no way. It was working. I struggled, imagining my naked body in the eyes of another, which gradually became my brother. I so wanted to masturbate, and being bound for longer than I ever had been, my whole body ached, my wrists hurt, my legs itched. After one hour, God I wanted to cum in the worst way, to feel myself, plunge my fingers into my clit. The sheet was soaked with my cum. I began to rock my hips against the ropes tucked inside my labia, so that my clit slid on the cords that were tugging at my pussy. I imagined a hand there, touching me, rubbing me, of struggling and yelling NO! I have read so many stories of what it feels like to be brought to orgasm while bound, pleading, begging but unable to stop it. Stop! Ahhh, I wanted to cum and I began rolling around on the bed, twitching my dripping puss against the cords until I had my first orgasm. I developed a perfect rhythm, stretching my body out long, raising my shoulders while undulating my hips up and down, over and over with my knees spread wide. The friction of the rope would slide through my wet cunt, making a rough sliding contact over the hood my clit. I lay closing my eyes, sweating, jerking my hips against the silk cords and stretching until they dug deep into my pussy, a feeling of explosion running through my body. A tingling that held me in suspense, rubbing myself until my clit was raw. The entire world vanishing, that indescribable feeling of explosion while bound - the most intense feeling of all, as wave after wave I was cumming on the bed, rolling and moaning. Oh god, so good, it was like it would not stop. And rolling myself around as I orgasmed, I found myself laying on my back, my black little pussy mound suddenly visible in the mirror, the black cords trussing my body, pinching my skin. I sucked in a deep breath, letting myself relax, letting the delirious feeling wash over me. Even though I knew that I could not unbind myself, and that I had to wait for the ice to melt. I lay watching the chunk of ice as my head cleared and actual thoughts once again washed over me. The huge chunk of ice immobile in the bowl. It was not the same. I still had control I thought, it depended on time. But I controlled the time. I had the knowledge it would eventually melt, I could watch it melting. It was still a matter of control, a delayed control. How much greater would be the feeling of helplessness if I knew that my release depended entirely on another, on anothers whim. How could that be possible? David. Would he? I mean, to just help me. Just let me go. That is all. Letting me go. Nothing more. Is there any other possible way, and my mind was wandering to that day he stood watching me. What if he were watching me struggle, knowing I was not free without him? ----------------- The time came when the key lay in a pool of water, and I turned myself straining to see inside the saucer. I decided it was time and pulled my legs up in the air so as to bring my cuffed wrists up from under my ass and in front of me, so that I could unlock myself. I stretched my wrists as low as they would go and tugged, lifted my legs high, curling into a little ball. Fuck!! I couldn't do it. When I tied my wrists with the silks there was more rope and my wrists were farther apart. I could NOT get my arms in front. Shit. Another wave of panic, more intense than the first. I WAS STUCK. My heart began to pound in my chest, a feeling as if the walls were closing in, as I reached and wiggled my arms toward the chair and saucer, unable to see what I was reaching for. Could I unlock the cuffs behind me? Straining to grasp the key. But how would I do this? This was harder than I thought. Maybe I WAS bound. After a couple of minutes, I had the key grasped in my fingers. Now what? Where was the key hole? I hadn't noticed, and could not see. In my aroused state my thoughts had not been clear. I looked into the mirror and positioned myself so that I could see my wrists, and the key in relation to the lock. I wriggled myself over for a better view; until, yes, I could see. It was facing to the middle, a matter of pure luck. I tried to move my fingers so that the key would enter the hole, but it would not slide all the way in. Everything was reversed in the mirror. I would have to try again. I found myself straining and straining until exhausted I flopped back on the bed, a sheen of sweat. My naked skin shined in the mirror. My heart pounding, true fear. I tested my bonds, there was no way I could squeeze my hands out of the cuffs. I writhed, and for a moment reveled in my bindings, as my movement and stretching and pulling were once again causing the ropes tucked up into my labia to slide roughly through my center. I had rubbed my pussy raw with the folded ropes, and began to undulate my hips trying to cum again, swinging my hips and stretching myself so that the ropes rubbed right over the top of my clit, oh god another incredible orgasm waved over me. Satiated, I rolled once again to get myself free. Fuck. But still aroused, exhausted, physically exhausted, god I wanted fingers in my pussy. I imagined a tongue licking the sweat off my body, licking my cunt, it was painful. I was too aroused, had cum too many times. Straining and moving this time, I was devastated by a massive orgasm that caused my body to explode in spasms and I rolled over onto my side. It was completely unexpected, just the presence of the cords between my legs was stimulating me now every time I moved. I had to move rather gingerly now as the same rope that gave me so much pleasure now dug into my wet pussy, as I had rubbed my clit nearly off. Oh god, I had to get loose. Mmm! Ahhh, it hurt, ached. I could end up cumming again. God, every move was stimulating my raw pussy, god damn. Agony. What am I going to do? I pulled at my wrists, shaking my arms behind me. I tried to tip the key in the lock and felt it almost slide in, almost, but not quite at the right angle. I had to get it just right. Shit!!! I was STUCK! Panic was overtaking me, I was shaking my arms violently, trapped. Fucking trapped. I couldn't move anymore, I was tired. I felt like sleeping. I could hear my heart. What I remember most clearly was that as I lay trembling before the mirror looking at myself, my wide hips and trimmed pussy, my gaping cunt, the black cords digging into my torso, and reaching down between my legs - and then I heard it. I heard the front door! THUMP!! Thump!! Shit. Fucking shit. It was the front door, opening and slamming. The sound had startled me, but I was just too tired to move. David! It was surreal, as I lay thinking David would help me. Then realizing that he would see me, fuck. I lay with my face to the mattress and my naked ass lifted up in the air, legs spread wide. My whole body melting at the reality. There was nothing I could do. I didn't have the key anymore, where was it? I didn't even know. Fuck. HE needed the key to let me go. My mind raced through possibilities as my heart pounded. I had dropped it. When? I struggled to roll myself over onto my back, feeling around, where is it? I don't know how I kept from screaming out loud. I needed help, but had no idea whether to yell, 'Stay Away!' or 'Help!' And I could hear David coming up the stairs, "Sara? Sara?" I needed him to let me free. I was growing wet at the thought. There was a knock, and then the door opening. "Sara? Sara. Fuck, Sara. You ok?" "David!" I could tell the moment he saw me by the sound of his breath. He was walking to me, "Holy. Sara?" I simply lay there, naked, not moving. Feeling his eyes on me. All I said was, "You need to find the key," and turning I waggled my wrist at him. There was silence. Then he asked, "Where's the key?" "I don't know." He said nothing, I could hear him moving around. The room was silent, when he says quietly, "I found it. How long you been like this?" "I don't know." I felt the mattress compress. He was sitting beside me, I was motioning my arms toward him, but did not feel the key slip into the cuffs. Only a warm hand at the small of my back. ---------------- I said nothing, laying there, facing away from him. His hand at the small of my back. I said nothing. The feeling sent shudders up my spine. I could barely breath. He was touching me, rubbing me lightly over my hips down over my ass. Part of me wanted to struggle, to say NO, but I was bound. And i didn't want it to stop. My fantasy, I did not want to feed it. I closed my eyes. His hand. He was looking at me, could see anything he wanted. I was trapped, he had to set me free. He could do anything right now. I made no noise, submitting myself. I felt him move his fingertips in soft circles on my lower back, letting his fingers trace the black silk rope that was tied across my waist and down the crack of my ass, trailing his fingers along my inner thigh. I could feel his fingers slip on my skin, lubricated with pussy juice. "Sara?" He breathed. Silence. I felt like an instrument, whose strings were pulled taut. I was so tired. My pussy was already raw from cumming so many times, and I could not squeeze down any tighter on those cords stretched between my legs, my body was involuntarily pressing to wherever he touched me. I had rolled a little so that I was basically laying on my front, my legs spread wide and my arms cuffed behind me, his hand drifting over the curve of my ass, again tracing the rope that descended from each hip right between my legs. My head was turned away from him, and I know he could just see the edges of my breasts pressed into the mattress. He traced a line up my back, over my shoulders, grasping the rope at the center of back and pulling. It caused the cords to tighten between my legs and I moaned. He was silent, softly caressing my ass again and across my back, up my sides just touching the edge of my breast. His hand. He slid my long hair off my back, and moved his hand across my shoulders and tracing his hands down along my arms, touching the cuffs at my wrist, stroking my waist again and over my ass, tipping his fingers into the crack of my ass and sliding down between my legs. I could tell he was trying to see where the silk rope disappeared between my legs. I did not move at all, he would move me, roll me over, whatever. I was completely trapped, his. He was so gentle, and the panic and bondage, and fear all mixing together with his gentle touch and the silence. If he were to beat me now, it would have seemed completely right and natural, when I felt him tug at my shoulder. He was rolling me onto my side. I complied, no struggle. His hand tugging at my hip so that my arms were extended back from my body, and my knees bent, there I lay on my side facing him, I lay like that looking up at him. His eyes meeting mine. We said nothing. Anything we said would be to end what was happening, so we said nothing. The mattress was moving a little, and then his hand sliding along the outside of my thigh and over my hip bone, down to my waist. Up along my side, along my rib cage and so softly his fingers pressing into the edge of my breast. I had one moment thinking, my god, he can't be doing this! No!! But I did not move, or react. Too wonderful for words. He would free me, I was not trapped. I felt utterly relaxed, peaceful. Only he could free me. He squeezed my breast, and let his fingers slide down off my breasts and over my tummy, as I involuntarily sucked in my abdomen at his touch. I felt his fingers just brush my pussy hairs and then touching up along my hip, and over my ass. I felt his fingers curl around, grasping the silk ropes right at the top of my ass, and tug. Bind I let out an involuntary moan at the pressure against my cunt. The pressure of the ropes dug into my raw, aching clit. He let go and pulled again. "Ahhhhh." I could not be silent. "Ohhhhh." "Like that?" He whispered. I did not respond. He pulled once more and I felt my body shudder and shiver, it was like HE was fingering me. I was undulating my hips as he watched me masturbate against the taught ropes, as he held them tight against me. I was his instrument. "Ohhhhh." Only these guttural moans, I felt like an animal unable to speak. I wanted to cum again, to let him watch. But he let go, and began sliding his fingertips back along my body, exploring every crevice of me. I heard his voice once more, "You want me to untie you?" I simply nodded, and felt his hands slide off of me. He stood, I could see the key. I closed my eyes, waiting for this to end. I knew it would have to. No other thoughts. But there was no key. When next I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me, and I watched as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock, leaning toward me touching his hard cock to my lips. Oh my god! I was so tired. He was poking my mouth with his cock, saying nothing. I simply opened my mouth and let him slide inside. I took him in my mouth and swirled my tongue on the underside of his cock, licking him. Tasting his salty cum, touching the tip of his head with my tongue. He was rocking himself into my mouth and I held myself to him, opening my mouth and sucking. Sucking my brothers cock while tied up. He could do anything to me. My hips rocking, and my pussy throbbing. I could feel my heart beating in my labia. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was not smiling. His eyes closed and rocking into my open mouth. Fucking my mouth. He reached a hand down and began to stroke my arm, squeeze my breasts, moving in my mouth faster. I could feel him tremble suddenly and his cock spraying cum into my mouth, "Oh god Sara. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." And I felt my mouth filling with his cum, could feel it leaking down my cheek. I held his cock in my mouth, felt it softening and he curled his body over me once more. He hugged me, and leaning down nuzzled his face in my hair. Whispering, "I couldn't help it Sara. You are so fucking beautiful." It was the nicest thing anyone ever said to me. ------------- I felt the key in the lock, and before turning the lock he said, "I want to untie you." There was a pause, he was holding the key there, waiting. "Let me." I knew what he meant and nodded. Click, the cuffs fell off my wrists and I realized how much my arms hurt as they swung to my side. I pulled them in front of me and stretched, still utterly naked before him. I realized also that he had completely taken off his pants and that he was sitting on the bed in only his T shirt, which now felt somehow normal. I noticed his cock was not soft anymore, but it was not quite hard either. A big bush of hair at the base of his cock, lighter than my puss. His hands were back on me, caressing my skin and rolling me toward him. I complied completely, only crossing my arms over my breasts as I turned as he moved me. I kissed the tip of his cock. His eyes roamed over my body, and I held my eyes on his, watching him watch me. He was the mirror I had always looked at and imagined. He turned his attention to my legs, the way my cunt was spread wide. I could feel his eyes on me as he looked between my legs. I felt him slip the knot loose and curl the black silk ropes from around my ankles, undoing the figure eight I had tied there. He slid his hands up my long legs, up my thighs and across my abdomen, following the rope where it was tied to my waist. My legs were still spread wide and his hand slipped between my legs. "Ahhh," I gasped. "I'm sensitive there." He lightened his touch and was pressing his fingers softly through my pussy hairs, and gently over the outline of my pussy lips. I let him do anything he wanted just then. I had no idea what this would do to us when we went back to normal. He continued to untie the knots at my waist and then I could finally straightened my legs. My legs fell apart and I stretched. He sat beside me, only my torso trussed, and the bindings between my legs. He rolled me onto my front, and I lay with facing away from him. He began stroking my ass and back, tugging the silk ropes, that held such imaginings for him; and I felt his hands tugging at my legs pulling them apart. The only moment I felt a flush of resistance was then, he was going to look at my pussy again, but I was not bound. If I were to hold my legs apart now, it would be me letting him. But I knew what he was doing too. He wanted to see the silk ropes that slid between my legs. I felt him pulling and I let my legs lay however he positioned them, letting my legs slide wide apart as they had been when bound. I let him look between my legs. His hands sliding over my ass and his fingers curling into my cunt again. My whole body trembled as his fingers traced the cords down between my legs, pulling my labia open, letting his fingertips splay my pussy hairs as he reached under me following them up to my hip, pressing his hand flat between me and the mattress and then sliding back up through my center again, I felt a finger pressing into my cunt raising my ass into the air, "aaahhhh." My ass was involuntarily raising from the mattress at his touch, I was following his hand as it slid on me. Too delicious for words. Make me cum, pull on the binding I kept thinking. Touch me, don't stop. His hands fell off me again, I let out a deep breath. "Beautiful." He whispered. "You are so beautiful." I felt movement on the mattress and David was moving between my legs, my ass still lifted in the air and I felt his cock touch me, pressing right at my pussy. Slick and warm, his hard cock. He was going to fuck me. He was sliding the head of his cock along the silk cords and tugging them to the side with his fingers. He slid the head of his cock to my opening and then pressed himself inside. My shoulders were down on the mattress, my head turned to the side and my ass lifted high in the air meeting him. Holding myself open for him. Yessss! Fucking god. All the air went out of me as he slid inside. Oh my god, he was fucking me. I was imagining my self being fucked while bound and how incredible that would feel. He was pressing inside, long deep strokes. His cum in my mouth and pussy, I began pushing back hard and felt my head buck up along the mattress with each thrust until I was reaching my hands up to the headboard and pushing back against him. He was fucking me harder, and his hands pulling at the cords, each thrust having the duel effect of being filled with his cock, and the silk cords being pulled taut up between my legs and around my clit. It was an unbelievable feeling, it hurt so deliciously, and I felt my orgasm, a raging orgasm. I lifted my head and began to moan, gutteral deep longings, not words at all, whimpering, a tearing out of my soul. He fucked me harder and harder, I could not stand it. It felt as if I were being torn into pieces, ridden into the air. It was so fucking incredible, I was laying on glass and his body began to fall over the top of me and he wrapped his arms around my waist, cumming in me, filling me, pulse after pulse, his sperm running down my legs. I could feel the change in lubrication, his cum mixing with me, my pussy juices. The weight of his body, his hard cock up inside my body. I was so tired, I felt dizzy and over and over he was still sliding inside me. His cock holding to me, my ass pressing into him. Soft, slowly and slowly, the head of his cock in my belly. Imagining being fucked while tied up. I felt him slip out of me. My whole body shivered. I suddenly felt cold, and my tongue was cold. He let go and I dropped down, lay flat on the bed, one knee pulled up. I could feel his cum leaking out of me. I wanted to cry. As I lay like that I felt him nosing down between my legs and then I felt the flat of his tongue. David was tasting me, tasting us, licking me, licking the silk cords and my pussy, licking my ass hole and up the crack of my ass, licking my thighs and the small of my back. Shoving his tongue into my hole. Eating my pussy juices and his cum, licking out our spunk. I let out such a deep moan and stretching raised my ass high in the air. Exhausted, exquisite, like dreaming. I began tipping my ass to his mouth, he was lapping at me like a bowl. Like he was holding a saucer in his hands. I felt like I was in pieces. "Oh god David," it was the first words I had spoken. All he said was, "I can't stop." I let him lick me, his tongue wandering over my body, tasting me everywhere. The salt of my body, cum and sweat. He rolled me onto my back and sucking my breasts, licking my pussy hairs, and the sweat between my breasts, the hairs up my abdomen, licking my belly button and sucking on the lobes of my ears, my neck. Kisses and licks. I did not move, unbound, free, with him laying across my body, tasting me. I was utterly freely letting him. I could feel his hard cock on my leg again. I wanted to fuck again. But I could not move. He was hard again. I wanted it in my mouth. I casually reached down and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. "I still have to untie you," he whispered. He began to loosen the knot at my navel as he lay by my side, and following the cord up over my shoulder, curling the rope around his hand as he tugged it off me, turning me however he needed to untie me. I let him move me however he wanted, his doll. When the rope descended between my legs he pulled my legs open wide and watched as the rope slipped out from my pussy lips, the soaking wet ropes and my creaming pink cunt. Unwrapping the rope from my waist it fell between my legs one last time, up over my shoulder and around one more time and it was off. I was untied, unbound. David had freed me. I was his. And I was spent, this five hour ordeal, ended with David beside me as I lay naked on my bed. I felt myself drifting off. He leaned down and looked at me so closely, with such intensity, and lay beside me brought his one leg up over my hips. He leaned close and kissed me, a lingering kiss on my cheek. I turned and gave him my mouth. I could not even open my eyes. He lay his hand over my abdomen as we kissed, touching me, stroking my tummy, tickling my pussy hairs. We touched tongues, leaning back he said, "Sorry." I said, "Don't be." He said, "Teach me." I said, "I will." ------------------- I held the cup gingerly to her lips. Not because it was hot -- it was surely cold by now -- but because I was suddenly nervous for some reason. She opened her lips and I tipped some in, careful not to spill. I tipped it several more times until she shook her head slightly and then I set it back down. ---------------- I was untying my torso, my flesh aching from the bondage, and the orgasms. But I was so hot that the moment I stepped into the shower I plunged my fingers into my pussy feeling the wetness. Fucking incredible. I had never been so wet and over the past several weeks that was saying a lot. ---------------- I rigged two belts, snapped a dildo on and worked it into my ass, not sure if I could get it all in. The vibration began, higher and higher when David fell between my legs. I was tied down to the bed, his cock thrust inside my cunt. I was crying out, unable to move, bound in every way imaginable impossibly filled in every way. Afterward I could barely walk. We finally detached everything to eat dinner. -------------------- I was drooling so I took out my gag. Then I fell asleep, when I can hear David calling. There I was with my legs tied open in a sea of wetness. We talked for a while and he asked if I had been a good little girl. I told him I was stuck, his hand playing down between my legs while I rolled my little hips around his fingers. I started to say 'No' and we were on. -------------- However, the only pressure point supporting my body was my crotch, and I found that the localized pressure of the chains tended to pinch my skin too hard against my pubic bone. If I'd had a wide leather strap set up, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much. I did enjoy the suspension, though. Tipped just right and a cock in me, god, fucking incredible. But the whole house seemed to be moving now, I don't really think that beam's very sturdy. ------------- Yesterday I had David take pictures of me! I really wanted a picture like the self-tie I did earlier. I asked him to tie my elbows together. I said "tighter" and he pulled it super-tight! He tied my wrists too. I was very pleased to have my elbows together. I rolled on my tummy and let him snap away. He asked me to scootch up the bed so he could get my cunt. I obeyed. After a few pictures I asked him to tape my mouth shut. He cut a piece of PVC tape and came at me uncertainly. At about one foot I tipped my head back and he hesitated. Then we both laughed. "Just a second," I said and tried to calm down. Somehow the idea of being taped was making me feel too much loss of control, if that is possible. But I said "Okay" and he put it on. Then he took more pictures. What can possibly come next. ----------------- As a sidebar, David got married and moved away. I hadn't seen him for years. I am thinking of visiting. This was all our secret, and his wife of ten years has no idea whatsoever. I have always wondered what ever happened to those pictures? Binders Full of Women Chapter 1 I was sitting in my bathrobe with a towel wrapped around my wet hair in the tiny kitchen of my apartment. I was "enjoying" eating my usual breakfast of dollar store oatmeal when my roommate Brenda came in with the mail. She dropped the newspaper onto the table and sat down beside me. She flipped through a small stack of envelopes. "Bill, credit card offer, debt reduction counseling..." she said, ticking off the envelopes as she worked through the pile. "Student loan bill for you," she quipped, handing me an envelope. "Damn," I snarled, opening the envelope. "I can't believe it's been six months already since I graduated." I had been dreading the arrival of my first student loan bill, especially since I hadn't yet managed to land a job in my field. "What's the damage?" Brenda asked? Reluctantly, I withdrew the letter from the envelope and opened it. "Geez!" I said. "Looks like my monthly payment is going to be two thousand dollars! They jacked my interest rate up to twenty-five percent!" "Greedy bastards," Brenda mumbled as she continued sorting the mail. "That should be illegal. Oh no!" she said. "What is it?" I asked. She handed me another envelope. "It's from the state department personnel office." "Shit!" I sighed. It was another rejection letter. It made me furious. Here I was, a Summa Cum Laude graduate of the top state university law school, and I couldn't even land a job as a legislative aide. Their standards must be unbelievably high for even an entry level position like an aide. "I'm sorry Jen," Brenda said. "Something will work out." She picked up the newspaper and turned to the classifieds. "I'm going to have to get a second job," I said. "There's no way I'll be able to make those student loan payments on what I make at 121 Main and pay my part of the rent and other living expenses." Brenda and I had been working at 121 Main for four years. It was a great job while I was school. The hours were flexible, and my pay was quite good for the hours I worked. Brenda worked in the business office, and I was a dominatrix. The dungeon was discretely located on the entire top floor of the office building located at 121 Main. Mistress Jones, who owned the operation, was a savvy business lady who strategically chose the location because the building was also home to several corporate offices. It also held rental space for government agencies. The high-profile clients could go in and out without raising suspicion. "You could ask Mistress Jones to schedule you in for more hours," Brenda suggested, still poring over the classifieds. "Yeah, but I doubt I'll get more hours. There are several other girls with more seniority than I have who already put in for more work." "Well, you won't know for sure until you ask," Brenda said, trying to encourage me. "Look here, the governor's office is advertising for a secretary." She laid the newspaper onto the table in front of me and pointed at one of the ads. My heart sank. "Brenda, I can't take a secretary job. It won't pay enough to cover my student loans." "Maybe not, Jen, but at least you could get your foot in the door of state government. Once you're there, you can meet people who may be able to help you get a better job. Once they see how qualified you are, they'll want you on board." She had a point, I had to admit. Nothing else I had done seemed to make a difference in my getting a job in my field, and I'd worked my ass off. "Okay, I'll print out a resume tonight after work. I'll mail it in the morning." "No, you'll do it now. You can apply online. You've got thirty minutes before we have to leave for 121." "You know Brenda? Sometimes I think you're the domme, and I'm the support staff." I smacked her on the ass as I made my way to my bedroom. I logged onto my computer and navigated to the state government's personnel website. It took me only a few minutes to complete the online application because my profile was already in the database. I had applied for so many jobs in various branches of government that it wasn't funny. I clicked the submit button, and the application was on its way. I went into the bathroom and dried my hair and started getting ready for work. I felt like a double agent in this job. I had to wear conservative business clothing on the way into the office, and I would change into my domme persona after I arrived at the dungeon. It was all part of the image Mistress Jones insisted upon. I dressed quickly and left with Brenda to work. She'd been great about letting me share a ride to work with her on days we worked together. She knew how deeply in debt I was, and I was ashamed to admit that I had allowed her to take on more than her fair share of our living expenses over the last few months. I vowed to make it up to her someday, and she had just smiled and said it was okay. We arrived at 121 Main, a sleek, modern-looking skyscraper with pristine marble walls and floors in the ground floor foyer. As usual, a crowd of well-dressed businessmen and women stood waiting for the elevators. Several of the people standing in the group worked at 121, but we were under strict orders not to converse with each other in the foyer. Discretion in front of the other building tenants was critical in keeping our clients' confidentiality. By the time we made it to the top floor, six 121 Main employees remained on the elevator, and we all visibly relaxed. We exited the elevator and entered the reception area of the dungeon. Like the rest of the building, the reception area was sterile, sleek, and all business. The receptionist, a plump, middle-aged redhead, sat behind a marble counter. As we walked in, she de-activated the electronic door lock to the north wing, allowing us to enter. There was a long hallway with back entrances to the twelve different dungeon rooms, the security and business offices, and the men's and women's dressing rooms. Clients used the south wing, which led to the front entrances of the dungeon rooms. I entered the women's dressing room. The female cast members were busily doffing their business attire and checking their assignment clipboards. I checked my assignments and found that my first session would be a tag team scene. I was glad to see that I would be working with Mark, a master who'd been with 121 only a few months and was incredibly hot. I had been hoping to get the chance to work with him. We had been specially requested by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, of course. So many of my clients were Smiths. My assigned session wear was already neatly folded on the top shelf of my locker. The house took a fairly large cut of the proceeds from our sessions, but we were well taken care of here. I liked the fact that my costumes were always ready and clean. The place was efficiently run and very secure. The guard monitored the sessions on closed-circuit television to ensure that none of the clients got out of hand. Sessions were taped, and the tapes were erased at the end of each day if there were no incidents requiring a legal record. I carefully read over the session script noting the clients' preferences for the specific experiences they wanted. I removed my business clothes. My instructions said to remove my underwear as well, so I took off my bra and panties. I withdrew a shiny, black latex catsuit and black, thigh-high stiletto boots from my locker and began squeezing myself into the suit. The material was stretchy, but it was still a challenge getting it on. Even though I worked out and was in excellent shape, Mistress Jones insisted that our suits be tight, and I suspected she ordered them a size or so too small. I managed to pull the suit up to my crotch, and I was glad I'd just had my pussy waxed. It would make zipping the suit much easier. I slid my arms into the suit and worked my tits into the underwire cups. The suit had a two-way zipper so it could be opened from my crotch or my breasts. I was to leave my pussy exposed, so I inched the bottom zipper upward. I'd finished dressing and went to dungeon room two to wait for the Smiths, who had scheduled an hour long session. I found Mark already in the room, which was a classic set decked out in black leather and red velvet. He was wearing a leather torso harness and military boots. His body was tan all over. Mark was a criminal justice major who was on the university wrestling team, and it showed. His muscles were well-defined. He was adjusting his cock ring and pumping his dick to an erection. I couldn't help but stare at his huge, bulging prick. He turned to look at me as I walked in. "Hi Jennifer," he smiled, flashing a perfect grin as he followed my gaze to his erection. "Darn thing is too small," he said. "What?" I asked. "You've got to be kidding!" I heard myself saying. "No," he said. "I was talking about the ring. They really don't make them big enough." I was a little embarrassed as I felt my crotch getting moist and beginning to tingle. That hadn't happened to me in quite awhile. But then, it wasn't often that I got to work with a master--and this was a fine one indeed. Shortly, the Smiths were escorted into the room by Mistress Jones, who personally welcomed clients to their sessions. She also set the stage for the session. I doubted that the Smiths were actually married. He looked about fifty, and was quite attractive in a mature way. She, on the other hand, was probably about twenty-five and beautifully voluptuous, busty and blonde. "This is Doug and Candy Smith. The Smiths are from a country where sex is forbidden, but they are unable to control themselves and will begin having sex. You, Jennifer and Mark, are sex security, and you are to stop them and punish them for their misbehavior," Mistress Jones said. She turned to the Smiths. "Remember that our standard 121 safewords are green for okay to continue, yellow for less intensity, and red to stop the activity. Enjoy your session." She left, closing the door behind her. The buzz of the electronic lock signaled the set was secure. Mark and I retreated to the back and stood behind a black room divider to allow the Smiths to begin their role play. I peered around the edge of the divider to watch and wait for the best time to intervene. Mark moved in close behind me and I could feel the hardness of his body against my back. Up this close, I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck and could smell the deliciously musky scent of his cologne. Damn he was turning me on, but I had to focus on the Smiths. The couple must be special clients, I assumed, because sex was rarely allowed among clients at 121. Technically, if the clients had sex with each other, it wasn't prostitution, but it was risky for business. Mistress Jones didn't want to get busted by the vice squad. My guess was that the Smiths, or a least Mr. Smith, paid very well for today's session. He was probably a very powerful man, one of our very own untouchables. I peered into the dimly lit room and watched the couple removing each other's garments. They ravenously tore at each other's clothing, as if they couldn't get naked fast enough. Doug roughly pushed Candy back onto the padded leather pedestal bed in the center of the room. He climbed on top of her and began suckling her nipples. He opened a drawer in the pedestal and withdrew a tube of lubricant. Clearly, he was a 121 regular. Doug coated his hand with the gel. As if Candy knew what was coming, she spread her legs open wide, and Doug rammed his beaked hand into her waiting cunt. She arched her back and yelled out in pain and pleasure. He pumped her pussy slowly and deliberately as she writhed with his thrusts. I felt Mark moving closer to me, the unmistakable rock hardness of his cock brushing against my ass. He peered around the screen with me, and we watched Doug fist-fuck Candy. We watched them rocking together. Candy's breath came hard and heavy. She moaned and began rocking her hips faster, grinding against Doug's fist. She looked like she was about to come, and Doug withdrew his hand. He lifted her legs straight up and rammed his cock into her slippery hole. He pounded her hard and fast. It was hard for me to keep my professional focus, watching them fuck with such passionate fury. It had been so long since I'd had a man in my life, and my body ached to be touched. As if my hand had a will of its own, I felt myself reaching down to fondle my clit. I was so wet that my fingers slipped into my slit with ease. I began teasing my clit with rapid little circular movements, sending shivers of pleasure though my body. "Should we let them come?" Mark asked, his lips dangerously close to my ear. His voice startled me back into reality, and I self-consciously withdrew my fingers from my quivering twat. Suddenly, without warning, Mark pulled me close to him. He reached down and gently slipped his middle finger into the top of my slit. He quickly found my swollen clit and began caressing it. His hand was hot against my skin. I should have stopped him. It was against all the 121 rules, but instead, my need to feel a man's touch overwhelmed my common sense. From the middle of the room, we could hear Candy panting and moaning. Doug was breathing heavily and growling the deep, primal sound of a rutting fuck about to blow. I turned to face Mark and spread my legs a little further apart to allow him better access. "I think they're coming," I said, feeling my own climax dancing on the edge of Mark's fingers. All I could think of was how his thick cock would feel inside me. "I think so too," Mark said, his voice raspy with lust. "Want to join them?" he asked, rubbing my pussy with the head of his throbbing prick. This was insane, and I knew it, but right now all I could think of was having this young buck fucking me hard. "Fuck me, Mark!" I breathed. "Fuck me hard, now!" He lifted me up and backed me up to the wall. I locked my legs around his slim waist as he worked his cock into the soft folds of my twat. "You're so tight," he whispered. "Yeah, it's been awhile," I said. Mark smiled and continued pushing into me. It hurt a little, but it also felt wonderful. I'd never felt so completely filled. Mark leaned forward and kissed me deep and long as his hips began move against me, rhythmically fucking me. I could barely breathe from the intensity of his prick sliding in and out of me. Mark began unzipping the top of my catsuit and unleashed my breasts from their tight restraint. Hard with passion, my nipples slapped against his chest with the intensity of his thrusts. In seconds I felt my neglected pussy muscles begin to convulse around his throbbing rod. I felt him tensing against me, and he forced his rod even further into my twat as it shot its hot spray deep inside me. Staring into my eyes, Mark lowered me to the floor. I could tell that stopping was the last thing he wanted to do. I didn't want to stop either. "We've got clients to take care of," I whispered reluctantly. "Yeah, I know," he said. "More of this later?" he asked. "Most definitely," I breathed. Surprisingly, I noticed his cock was still erect. What a shame it was to waste it, but the Smiths were doubtlessly ready to move on with their role play. Mark selected a flogger from our collection of tools, and I chose a riding crop. We came out from behind the divider to find Candy riding Doug in a slow reverse cowgirl stance. "What do you think you're doing? Stop at once!" Mark growled at the couple and pulled Candy off her mount. He easily held her wrists captive in one hand. "You know that fucking is against the law and you will be punished!" I said sternly with a hint of cool anger. "Please," Doug said. "Don't hurt her. This is all my fault. I talked her into it." "Nonsense. The law is clear that all violators are to be severely punished for fucking, especially if they enjoyed it. And from the looks of your erection and her glistening pussy, you both enjoyed it well." With that, Mark pulled Candy toward the restraint table and forced her down onto it. Doug made a move as if to stop them, but I swung the crop across his back. "You! To the bench, over there!" I directed. I forced Doug to straddle the padded spanking bench. Bend over, and put your hands in the shackles now!" I commanded, swatting him again across the ass. Obediently, he slipped his hands into the furry cuffs, and I tightened them. Then I moved to his ankles and secured them to the bench with another set of furry cuffs. I glanced over at Mark, and he had secured Candy to the table with her legs spread wide. He was circling her menacingly, slapping the flogger against his hand. "You've been a naughty little slut," he said. "Now your pussy will pay for the pleasure it has received." With that, he slapped the flogger against Candy's gaping pussy. She cringed and yelped a little. He did it again. She began to wriggle seductively, hunching her pelvis to meet the lashes as they fell against her skin. "Since you claim to have been the instigator," I seethed in Doug's ear. "I have a special punishment for you, you miserable whore hound." I withdrew a vibrating anal dildo and lube from a drawer built into the bench. "What are you going to do to me?" Doug asked, sounding convincingly apprehensive. He was good at this role-play thing. Apparently he was well practiced. "I'm going to show you what it feels like to have a penis inside you. And then I'm going to whip you as you deserve." "No, please..." he feigned. I slathered the lubricant over the flexible dildo and turned it on. I parted the cheeks of his ass and began circling his anus with the vibrating tip. "This will teach you. You're a miserable low-life fucker. That's what you are. More concerned about your cock than obeying the law. Tell me, was that hot young twat worth this?" I asked as I pushed the end of the dildo into his hole. Doug groaned with pleasure, and I continued to ease the long dong into his ass. "Are you sorry for what you've done, yet?" I spat. "No!" he yelled. "I'm going to fuck again and again, no matter what you say," he protested. "Very well then. Take this!" I began pumping the dildo in and out of his ass, slapping his cheeks with the riding crop. He began grinding his backside with the rhythm of my hand job. He moaned with each thrust. By the tone of his voice I could tell he was entering a state of sexual hypnosis. I watched him carefully as I continued, nursing him relentlessly with my fuck stick until he came. He relaxed onto the bench. I released the cuffs from his wrists and ankles. It was right on time. Soft, sensual music started playing through the sound system in the room. It was our signal that it was time to end the session. I withdrew the dildo and placed it into a sealed disposal canister. I moved over to the table where Candy reclined, quivering. Mark was removing her restraints. I saw that Mark had attached nipple clamps, and I began unscrewing them as he worked with the restraints. The handle of the flogger had been inserted into her pussy. Mark slowly removed it. Mark and I helped our clients to sit up and checked to make sure they were both okay and satisfied. The back door opened. Andrea, the 121 guest services attendant entered the room pushing a cart with warm moist towels and grooming supplies for the clients to use to compose themselves before leaving. Mark and I thanked Candy and Doug for the opportunity to serve them and exited through the back door of the room. Candy and Doug would freshen up and dress, and Mistress Jones would escort them back to the reception area in a carefully timed exercise to ensure they would not be seen by other clients. When the door had closed behind us, Mark stopped me in the hallway. "When can I see you again?" he asked, nuzzling my neck. Amazingly, even after all the work we'd just done, I still felt a tingle in my crotch from the brush of his lips against my neck. Bindi Peeled off her Wetsuit Bindi peeled off her wetsuit in the change room of the scuba shop and hopped into a toasty warm shower. The wood-panelled walls of the tiny change room became steamy very quickly. Had Jason noticed her checking him out during the dive expedition? Bindi's tummy turned flips. Jason was a honey. Early twenties, bright blue eyes, a solid tan, curly brown hair, compact tight pecs, and biceps that blew her away. But he wasn't just a hot male body; he was actually a nice guy as well. Jason was the one who would help you replace a faulty seal on your equipment at the last moment, while the other guys hung around on the dive boat grumbling about chicks that run late. Then he'd haul your dive tank down to the boat for you cheerfully and give the other guys a backhander, "Gee, thanks for your help, you drop-kicks!" She felt like a bit of an idiot. She had to scold herself to keep herself in check. You hardly know him, woman. For all you know, you might have nothing to say to each other. He might be a total dimwit. However, no amount of inner scolding could ruin the physical desire that flooded through her when he was around. It was 6 months since she and Shane had split up and even counting a couple of encore performances from Shane that meant 4 months with no sex. Nobody wants to rush out and make a big mistake out of desperation, but the hunger for sex gnawed away at her. Lying in bed at night, it oozed out of her skin; it felt real bad not to use it up. There's only so much you can do on your own, Bindi thought plaintively. At thirty, though, she could at least tell herself that a crush is not necessarily something you have to act on. You can acknowledge it, bear it, try and have some fun with it while you decide where it ought to go. Bindi's skin felt unusually soft after being encased in the wet dive suit for a couple of hours. She re-warmed her tingling skin by rubbing herself all over with bath gel. She couldn't help slipping one hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy which after being in Jason's proximity felt like it was clamouring for attention. Her pussy lips felt swollen and exquisitely sensitive as she stroked the pads of her fingers up and down there. She began circling her aching clit but out of guilt she held back from going too hard on it. After all, what kind of person gets herself off with others waiting right outside the bathroom door? Lubricated with gel, her other hand sneaked of its own accord down her ass-crack to fondle her ring, while her front fingers found their way inside her warm tunnel. She gasped as she was momentarily blown away by thoughts of Jason pumping her, filling her up, front, back and every which-way. She moaned softly. The hot water played down over her breasts and her brown nipples became erect. She turned her face up to the stream of water and opened her lips to catch some as though it were a tongue entering her mouth. I'm in here having a ménage-a-un, thought Bindi, and he's out there making Instant Cuppa Soup. Heck, he probably doesn't even know I exist. He carries my stuff, but hey, he's probably just being kind. He's way out of my league. Those thoughts brought her quickly down to earth again and with a sigh she turned off the water. "Here's yours," Jase said, and he handed Bindi a hot cup of soup. "Thanks," Bindi said, giving him her most grateful smile. His fingers touched hers briefly as he handed her the cup. God, even his fingers were perfect, so lean and tan, with clean, half-moon fingernails. Bindi felt herself becoming aroused again and she blushed slightly and was glad that he didn't seem to notice. Looking at a man's fingers was always a killer for her as it led immediately to thoughts of the delicious things they could do to her pussy. Fortunately the other guys in the scuba shop made such a racket with their jibes at each other that it was easy to melt into the background. "When you're in the shower Jase, don't worry if you can't find your cock. That cold water will have shrunk a mini like yours into something microscopic," shouted Derek. "Yeah, well at least Jason doesn't have to pay for it, unlike some I could mention," said Anthony, "On our last trip to Thailand, when Derek's door opened in the morning the Thai girls scuttled everywhere like a pack of cockroaches." This comment was met by a roar of laughter from the gang. Bindi smiled to herself. The guys were so crass, but there was something about the testosterone, the boyish hi-jinks, that kept her coming back for more. And directly underneath the jibes, there was loyalty. Every one of these guys had been in a near-drowning situation at some point, and been saved by a mate from this gang. That's diving for you, she thought. You live on the edge, and you can die on it too. Bindi washed down her equipment and packed it into her 4X4 Utility. "You diving next weekend?" said a familiar voice with a Scots accent. It was Rob. She turned to see two deep brown eyes gazing calmly at her. Rob was wiry and fit, with a dry Scots humour. He was a very experienced diver and had taught Bindi everything she knew. "Yeh, I think I'll be diving," she said. "We're diving the Kittyhawk." "Oh," Bindi was disappointed, because the Kittyhawk was a shipwreck that was too deep for her dive equipment to reach. "You can be the boat-bitch!" Rob jibed her gently. The 'boat-bitch' was the term they used for the person who stayed on board the dive boat while others dived. Actually, it was important to have someone on the boat ready to administer oxygen in case a diver got the bends. On the less glamorous side, the boat-bitch also had to make soup and clean up vomit. "Ha. I have a better idea, why don't you lend me your equipment," said Bindi. "As if that will ever happen," said Rob and gave her a slap on the ass. "Oh, you're worried I would infect your stuff with girl germs." "I don't mind a few girl germs," said Rob. "Yeah, I bet you're desperate for a few girl germs." "Ah, get away with ye." Rob turned away. Suddenly Bindi wondered how Rob was faring since his wife had left a year ago. It was never spoken about by the gang, not even for a laugh. Rob was not the sort to talk about personal stuff. "Only teasing!" said Bindi, hoping she had not hit a raw nerve. The week dragged by. Bindi had a couple of emails from Jason, just 'hi, how are you" sort of stuff. She rang him and they had a chat, also quite superficial. "How's Crystal these days?" Bindi ventured. Crystal had been Jason's girlfriend until about 3 months ago. Nobody could stand Crystal. She was a high-maintenance chick, if there ever was one. She whined and complained and gave Jason a hard time. But Jason had stuck with her for way too long, much to everyone's annoyance. "Who?" "Crystal." "Oh, Crystal. Dunno! Never see her." Jason pretended to barely remember her, "Onwards and upwards. Now, how are you doing?" "Oh, not bad," Bindi was caught off guard by the sudden attention, "a little lonely, so I watch too much crap TV." "Like what?" "Uh, you know, World's Biggest Loser and that kind of crap." "Oh, I watch CSI. The forensic shows." And so it went. He wanted to chat, but he ignored that she was lonely, and the conversation never went any deeper. It was like picking leaves off a clover: he likes me, he likes me not. Bindi wondered what on earth was going on. In bed at night, her hands played feverishly over her erogenous zones, while she mentally rolled Jason's speedos down to reveal a delicious silken cock. A lightly-furred sac of balls nestled there, dying to be fondled and licked. A heady aroma of testosterone wafted up her nose as she tongued his erect cock. She blew him without any mercy, using all her cock-sucking expertise to drive him into a quiet frenzy of excitement. I'll show you what an older woman can do, Jasey-boy! Her fingers explored his buttocks, gently fingering his ass, leaving no part of Jason off limits. Her dripping pussy gushed pleasure as she took Jason's throbbing cock deep into her throat over and over until finally she felt the hot spurts start to come... Next weekend at diving, Jason turned up with Angie. "Jason and Angie!" hissed Anthony, rushing in from the parking lot, and it flew round the shop like wildfire. For this reason, Bindi heard about it before she saw it, which gave her some time to compose herself. What the hell was going on here? Bindi flared her nostrils in a rage. A low growl formed in her throat but she did not let it come out. Angie had been in the same class as Bindi when they first were learning to dive, but since then Bindi had steamed ahead. Angie was Hong Kong Chinese. She was willowy and delicate, and she could barely swim. When she first learned to dive she insisted on holding the instructor's hand at all times while underwater. Bindi found this pathetic and nauseating. Why bother learning to dive if you're going to be such a wimp about it? Two years later, nothing had changed. Angie was still a princess who never carried her own gear, expected other people to set up her gear for the dive, and insisted on holding some guy's hand while underwater. "Me love you long time, love you good, Mister!" muttered Derek, which was in very bad taste. Bindi smiled despite being totally against racist humour. Angie, that stupid little princess, was draping herself over Jason. Arghhhh!!! Bindi wanted to scream. It isn't fair! I am much a more worthwhile choice than a princess who is almost certainly useless in bed! Jason, you are a fool! "Ready to be our boat-bitch?" said Rob. "Yeah, OK." said Bindi, between gritted teeth. "Anything wrong?" "No, not really," she lied. She was far too proud to admit she was angry, although Rob must surely not have been blind to her mooning over Jason. "OK," Rob shrugged and walked away. As the boat chugged out of the harbour, the sun was sparkling on the deep blue water and Bindi took some deeps breaths and let them all the way out. On a beautiful day like this, there was no point in staying mad. Jason and Angie were sitting together like two turtledoves in wetsuits down the other end of the boat, and good luck to them. Before long they had reached the bearings of the Kittyhawk, dropped anchor, and the divers disappeared from view one by one down the anchor-line. Rob was the last to descend. About half an hour later, Bindi was alerted by signs of trouble. There were bubbles coming to the surface around the anchor-line. The buoy attached to the anchor line was bobbing. This meant someone was making an ascent. But the bubbles were coming up thick and fast; too fast. Someone was coming up too quickly. Suddenly Angie bobbed into view. Her eyes behind her dive mask were huge, black and panicked. She ripped the breathing regulator out of her mouth as she gasped for air on the choppy surface. This was a big mistake; people can drown on the surface just by inhaling waves in a panic. "Put your reg back in your mouth!" shouted Bindi. She made sure her life vest was fastened and she leapt off the boat into the water. She reached Angie and held the back of the girl's head firmly while she shoved the regulator back into her mouth. Suddenly Rob appeared at the surface beside them. "Get back down to five metres or you'll be bent!" he shouted. He pulled Angie back down under the water with him. Bindi climbed back up onto the boat. She could just make out the pair of them hovering five metres below the surface. Their bubbles became calmer and evenly paced. Finally, they re-surfaced. Bindi helped them up onto the boat. "I'm so sorry, Rob. I just lost control of my buoyancy and before I knew it, I shot to the surface," Angie was saying. Rob did not answer. He was holding his shoulder and looking concerned. Bindi moved quickly to get the oxygen. It looked as though Rob had a bend in his shoulder joint, but she did not wait to ask. Rob doubled over and vomited on the deck of the boat. Better get a bucket as well, thought Bindi wryly. She sat beside him and helped him with the oxygen mask. He was shivering and holding his shoulder and continuing to vomit. "There, there, salty sea-man. You're a tough nut; you'll be all right," she said, rubbing his back. She was unnerved to see Rob in this state. She felt like a fool, talking in baby words to this man she so respected, but what else was there to do? "Angie, make him a hot drink, will you?" she ordered. "Maybe some mouth to mouth would help," Rob croaked. "Not while you're vomiting, matey! Boat-bitch duty doesn't extend to that," replied Bindi. It was a relief to hear his cheeky sense of humour. Her eyes met his and she held back her tears. There was no way to be sure Rob did not have a bend somewhere more central as well as the shoulder bend. The only thing to do was administer oxygen and get him to the hospital for hyperbaric treatment. Bindi waited by Rob's hospital bed where she had spent the night. He was still asleep. A nurse came and delivered his breakfast. The smell of hot toast made Bindi suddenly aware that she was ravenous. She peeked under the stainless steel cover and stole a piece. Rob showed no sign of waking, so she slathered it with butter and marmalade and ate it. Nothing had ever tasted so good. She reached over and stroked the curly brown hair back from Rob's forehead. Suddenly she felt like crying, but she wasn't sure why. What's wrong with you, silly girl? Rob is not dead, he's fine. Memories of times they had spent together flashed through her mind. His gentle hands showing her how to put on her dive gear. Rob's wiry shoulders rippling as he heaved her dive tanks into her car. His clear, calm explanations of things that other people seemed to find so complicated. And his flirty little comments which had gone right over her head while she was so ridiculously hung up on that young boy Jason. She felt like her feelings for Jason had been suddenly replaced by something much bigger and more important; something that had been there all along. "Oh, Rob," she sobbed. Bindi laid her arm across Rob and buried her face in his chest. "Hey lassie, I'm not dead yet," Rob's voice came out gruff, but his hand was soft on the back of her hair. She pulled back to look at him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so glad you're all right. I was so scared." "You did all the right things. I think I owe you a favour," said Rob, his brown eyes uncharacteristically serious. "No you don't," said Bindi. "All right then, I don't," he chuckled, "Now listen: what you were doing before. Can you do some more of that?" "What, the crying?" "No, lass, the other," Rob pulled her to him, "This is where I've always wanted you. Pity I had to get bent to get you here, but where you're concerned, I'll do whatever it takes." Rob recovered well and Bindi drove him home to his flat. Without a word, he took her hand and led her to his bedroom. Rob laid her down on his bed and gently removed her jeans and her t-shirt. He admired her body, looking up and down from her breasts to her belly, from her face to her crotch, as if he couldn't decide what to appreciate first. He placed his warm palm over her mons, above her knickers, and the heat of his palm was incredibly arousing. Bindi rubbed herself against his palm, her erect clitoris nuzzling through her knickers into his hand. I hope he doesn't think I'm bad, she thought, but his adoring eyes reassured her and made her feel like anything she wanted to do was totally fine. She ached for him to pull off her knickers and go down on her. But she was delighted when he stripped off his t-shirt, jeans and jocks and simply lay along her, his lips pressed to hers, his hands bracing himself lightly against the bed so as to keep some weight off her. She rolled her knickers off and kicked them away. The warm hardness of his cock pressing into her, just beside her clit, thrilled her to the bones. He lifted himself slightly and let the head of his cock slip travel down her labia and rest tantalisingly in the entrance to her tunnel. It felt so familiar to her as if they had been doing this all their lives. They kissed lightly, affectionately, like the old friends they were. Then their mouths opened and they kissed deeply. "Can you go down on me?" Bindi whispered, and Rob's eyes lit up like there was nothing else he'd rather do in the world. He began licking her, teasing out the folds of her pussy, which were by now puffy and wet. He put his nose right down in her tunnel and nuzzled there, "What a sweet aroma you have; you are so sweet down here!" he exclaimed, and Bindi felt herself melting with love for his Scottish brogue. Rob licked her gradually upwards. As his tongue swirled around her sensitive labia he seemed to be moving upwards and downwards in a kind of figure eight; whatever it was, she hadn't ever felt it before. It was so good, Bindi felt like she could scream and come at any moment, but she really didn't want to. Not yet. Rob took a break and lay his head on her thigh. He caught her eye and smiled. Then his gaze returned to her pussy, which he obviously adored, and he stroked her lightly with his fingers. His fingers slid inside her folds and he continued in a very unhurried way to play and to look. She struggled to understand where his self-control came from. People say men have less control than women when it comes to sex, but Bindi at this moment was very close to losing control. Then he slid his fingers into her tunnel and gently pushed them up inside her. She was so very ready. It felt to her like she was swallowing his fingers. Rob reached his fingers up inside her and began to stroke her there. Oh my God! Bindi felt like crying, it was so good. Then he positioned his mouth on her labia and lapped her with his tongue while stroking her on the inside. Now she knew she was a goner. Rob moved his mouth upwards and sucked her whole clitoris into his mouth. He sucked on her like a greedy baby sucks for milk. Her orgasm reared up and broke over her, wave after wave, she screamed and thrashed and she forgot that Rob was between her legs; she forgot who she even was. Luckily she felt the tickle of his hair on her inner thighs and she put her legs down and tried to stop thrashing, even though her moans of ecstasy continued for quite some minutes. She held Rob's hand and brought him up face to face with her. His erect cock slid into her and she adjusted her position so his cock came even deeper, as deep as it could inside her. They were mouth to mouth now. Waves of her orgasm were still flooding through her as Rob began to take his pleasure. 'Come here to me, my lassie," said Rob. 'I will certainly come here to you," said Bindi. It was her fervent hope that she would have the pleasure of his Scots voice in her ear for a long time to come. Binding She could feel his breath warmly caressing the nape of her neck. Suddenly she shivered from more than just pleasure, feeling the heat and strength of him against her back. She turned slowly to face him and put one had against the strong planes of his chest. Looking into his eyes she almost felt swallowed. Their living emerald depths defied all that she had known before. Gently he reached down to cup her cheek. She could feel the power he kept in check, knowing how easy it would be to destroy her. Slowly she pushed against his chest and smiled as he eased himself back on the soft carpet. Still smiling she bent down to kiss him, first his mouth, then his jaw, and then the hollow of his neck. He stiffened then as if to protest, but then looking up into her luminous gray eyes he relaxed. Slowly she kissed her way down his throat and onto his chest. He was so warm she almost felt as if her mouth was being seared. She reached one small male nipple and swirled it with her tongue before gently biting down and drawing an almost anguished grunt from him. Languorously she moved her way to his other nipple and then down his chest. Under her ministrations his body grew tauter and tauter, taking all of his will power to remain still so as not to frighten her. With almost excruciatingly delicate caresses she worked her way down his hard body. Finally she reached his abdomen, dipping her tongue down into his navel she continued on to where she really belonged. Almost hesitantly she brushed her fingers over the burning silk covered bulge. He tensed even further and she knew he couldn't take much more. Slowly sliding the silk down she finally freed him. She reached down caressing the hard length of him and slowly bending to take the tip of him into her mouth. Smiling she looked up at him to gasp as she saw his glowing emerald eyes. Before she could do more than gasp he gathered himself and lunged up at her pressing her down to the floor beneath him. He could feel her start to tense and then she consciously relaxed, lifting her head to press a kiss beneath his jaw. Tenderly he cupped her face and kissed her, mingling their tongues and breathe. Then softly, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter he began to work his way down her body. She gasped when he closed his teeth gently around her throat and found her breasts with his rough, calloused hands. Gently closing his mouth he began to suck all the time rasping his hands across her hardening nipples. Releasing her throat he began to lick his way down until he closed his mouth around one nipple. Gently nipping and sucking with his mouth and still caressing the other breast with his hand he wound her tighter and tighter. She gasped, feeling as if a molten line of heat was stretching between her breasts and her womanhood. Her small helpless sounds made him burn hotter and hotter. Moving more swiftly now, he trailed molten caresses down her stomach until he reached the seat of her desire. He groaned and the heat and wetness he found there and could feel his control unraveling. With aching control he lifted his head once more to her mouth and rasped, "Are you sure? There's no going back after this, you will be mine." Writhing under him she gasped and tried to answer. Finally she simply wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him into her. Laughing he nipped her cheek and said, "Not yet precious one, not yet." Working his way swiftly back down her body he found the steaming heat of her and engulfed her in his mouth. Whimpering she began to thrash beneath his lashing tongue but he reached up and held her hips down with impossible strength. Moaning more loudly still she shattered bathing his mouth with her fragrant dew. Feeling her release finally pushed him over the edge. Blindingly fast he moved up her body and poised himself over her steaming entrance. Taking her mouth he buried himself into her tight molten passage in one almost violent thrust. Feeling the sudden invasion of his granite manhood she stiffened beneath him. gently he kissed his way down her throat to the hollow using all of his considerable will power to allow her time to adjust to his presence. Unbearably slowly she softened beneath him and then smiling she pulled his mouth back up to hers. Wrapping her legs around him she urged him closer and at last he began to move. Slowly at first he began to move with in her, pulling almost completely free of her velvet sheathe before sliding himself back in to the hilt. As the pressure and pleasure began to increase she began to move with him, raising her hips up to meet his steadily harder thrusts. Both of their breath gasping in their throats reality began to tear along the edges until finally everything flashed apart. Howling with his release he buried himself completely with in her and closed his teeth once more around her throat this time pressing hard enough to break the skin and taste her blood. Nearly senseless with pleasure she didn't feel the sharp pain that bound them together for the rest of their lives. Finally spent he rolled over carrying her with him and cradling her to his chest he whispered, "You are mine now. My mate, forever. When the full moon comes we will greet it together as one." Smiling she reached up to hiss the hollow of his throat, and then still joined together they drifted to sleep. Binding Ashes If you desire to leave at anytime, you're free to go. Daryl will deliver you anywhere you wish, but if you stay, be prepared. Richard never rests. Every day is filled with living. He loves life and lives it to the fullest. We assist by making sure he has everything needed to make his day complete; in the process we get to share in his love of life. Every day is an adventure for him and he so looks forward to each new day. Now get some rest. There will be plenty of time when you wake tomorrow to decide what to do with the rest of your life." As she tucked Amber into bed, Maria added, "If you need anything, just give a couple of tugs on the cord hanging by your bed." On her way out, Maria turned off the light. The bed felt so comfortable, all Amber remembered was her last thought, 'Maybe I'll hang around just long enough to see what Richard has planned.' ********** The servant's bell from Amber's room was ringing off the wall. Two young ladies burst into her room followed by Maria. Thinking there must be a major emergency, Maria immediately inquired, "What's going on? What's happening?" Infuriated, Amber squared off demanding, "Where are my clothes? They were right there on that table last night." Maria sent the two young ladies back to their normal duties. Turning to Amber, she smiled with understanding, "I took them to Gordon and told him to get rid of them. He deposited them where they belong, he threw them in the incinerator." Gordon... Gordon, oh yea, Amber remembered, he was the butler looking guy when they came in the door. "Who gave you the right to destroy my property?" Amber demanded to know. Maria replied with a smile, "Who do you think? Richard of course. But only after he told me to get your size and send for new clothes." Amber choked back tears as her emotions were unexpectedly blindsided by the impact of Richard's kindness and generosity. She sat down on the bed and turned her head slightly so Maria wouldn't see the extra moisture in her eyes. Amber hadn't cried in years, she didn't intend to start now. Regaining control, Amber looked up at Maria before asking a simple question she would repeat many times in the future, "What now?" Shrugging her shoulders, Maria asked, "Would you like your new clothes and a ride back to where you came from? If not, you might want to try on the new riding outfit Richard ordered for you. He has been waiting to see if you might like to join him at the stables for a morning ride. If so, would you like some breakfast or it's close enough now, some lunch first?" Amber's forehead had a deep frown. Maria scoffed with a smile, "Is the decision really that difficult?" "Well... yes and no," Amber squirmed... "I've never ridden a horse before." Maria laughed, "Well besides the fact Richard loves to teach, don't you think it's time you started learning how to enjoy life?" ********** 'It's unbelievable. The time has just flown by. What's it been four, no, five weeks?' Amber couldn't remember exactly how long she had been at Wetap. Maria's warning had proven true; the days were filled with so much living. Every day was an adventure, if not, before it was over, Richard made it seem that way. Amber never recalled feeling so secure or seeing a place so beautiful, it truly was a wonderland. Amber could see everyone involved in Richard's life deeply cared for him. It was evident being born wealthy never affected his love and concern for others. His character seemed to be reflected in a personal nature that garnished the respect of others, even from his own employees. Richard had sent for her. As Amber entered his study, she recognized his serious face. Even though he was smiling, she had come to know what each smile and facial expression represented. When Richard became serious, she had learned to be wary. It usually meant a major change in someone's life. In his most serious tone, Richard said, "Miss Amber, we need to discuss your future. It's been fun and games and we have enjoyed ourselves, but as in life, sooner or later all things must come to an end." Amber didn't like the sound of this and panic gripped her heart. She had spent more than one restless night wondering when this incredible dream would end and she would have to leave. It was finally happening. He was putting her back out onto the streets. How could he be so cruel to have brought her here, let her fall in love with Wetap, experience all the love and joy it had to offer, and then dump her back out into hell? God, she would die. Richard could see the fear in her eyes. To clear the air quickly, he continued, "You didn't finish your high school education, it's time you did. Miss Amber I want you to get your G.E.D. and then we are going to enroll you in college. If you are going to continue living here, I insist that you finish your education and continue to improve yourself." Amber sat in stunned silence; her eyes filled with tears as Richard lost his smile and looked thoroughly confused. "Did I say something wrong? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings Miss Amber," he stammered. Next thing he knew, Amber was in his arms. She had him locked in a bear hug and was sobbing on his shoulder. He had never seen her cry. Richard absolutely didn't know what to do; for the first time in his life, he felt the fear of panic. Where was Maria when he needed her? Just as he was about to hit the panic button, Amber pulled back and he could see the big smile on her face. She was so relieved, happy, and elated, there were no words she could find to express her feelings. The only thing she could do was blurt out, "Whatever you say Richard, you're the boss." With a nervous smile covering his relief, Richard added, "Overall, I think our little talk went quite well. Don't you Miss Amber?" She had not only grown to the point of loving his smile with all its different personality traits, but she had come to appreciate the annoying habit he had of always saying 'Miss Amber' whenever he addressed her. She knew it was a term of endearment he used with all the ladies in his life. When she had asked, Maria burst out laughing while explaining it was Richard's way of showing affection. Maria said, "Don't worry, after awhile it will grow on you, just as Richard does. You will get to the point it makes you feel good to hear it." Amber now understood what Maria had been trying to convey to her. Richard tapped into his connections, using his influence to help expedite the process. With her previous education plus special tutoring, Amber had her G.E.D. and university enrollment in record time. She had just begun to experience the serious side of Richard. Even an inkling of the grueling hours of marathon study that lay ahead for her, might have made Amber seriously reconsider Maria's offer. She might have taken the new clothes and run. ********** The next two years passed quickly. Amber was surprised at what she was able to accomplish while maintaining a very high grade point average. Richard insisted on and supervised her studies, never letting up or giving her a break. He had been serious about her 'continually improving herself.' Amber's spare moments were spent with Richard attending the theatre, ballets, operas, museums or art exhibits. On occasion he took her on short jaunts to different parts of the world. She had been to Paris, London, Brussels, Berlin, Moscow, Peking, Sydney, Tokyo, Honolulu; they spent two weeks in New Zealand sightseeing from one end to the other. She couldn't elude the fact her life was a living fairy tale most people would die for. Not that she didn't work and have responsibilities, but it was a life she could only fantasize of before meeting Richard. Amber was beginning to experience something else. Before arriving at Wetap, she had been too scared, hungry, and destitute to pay attention to changes in her body. To just survive on the streets had been a daily battle requiring all her time and energy. It had taken everything and left nothing for her. One of the benefits of having all your needs catered is the personal freedom to indulge yourself. At twenty-two years old, her sex drive was working overtime, for the first time she was listening to its demands. Raoul, the estate's young horse trainer, looked awfully appealing. When Raoul would bring Amber's horse out for her early morning rides, she could feel herself yearning to touch and be touched by his young muscled body. He looked so sexy in his tight pants and t-shirts. Amber could tell he was attracted to her also. Every time their eyes met, they were giving each other 'the look.' ********** A brief series of knocks rapped on Amber's bedroom door. Her heart stopped as her head clouded with confusion and panic, no one came to her bedroom after bedtime. Who could it be? Maria? Without thinking, Amber half shouted, "Who is it?" The door slowly opened and she could see Richard's outline silhouetted by the hall light. She heard him say, "Miss Amber, I'm sorry to distur...." His voice locked in mid sentence as she clutched the sheet to her naked breast. Her mind screamed 'Noo, nooo... oh God... noooo!' They were frozen in suspended time as the reality of the situation closed in on both of them. She could see Richard's head drop. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for barging in on you," he said. He gently and quietly shut her bedroom door as he left. The tears were flowing down her face. She realized they had been on full display when the light from the hallway lit up her bed. As Raoul reached for her she recoiled in horror, "What are you doing?" she demanded angrily. "He's gone and won't be back, we can pick up where we left off," Raoul coaxed. "Raoul, just get dressed and get out," she ordered. "But...," He stammered. "No but, just get out," she had already dismissed him. The fires that had been lit by her desires earlier were now nothing but cold embers. Speaking more to herself than to Raoul, Amber loudly muttered, "I have to go find him and talk to him." Richard was the dearest friend she had and she needed to make him understand. She couldn't leave him thinking the worst of her. After getting dressed, she knew where Richard would be. Amber knocked lightly on the door of his study. His soft voice said, "Come in." As she entered the room he was sitting at his desk writing on a slip of paper. Shutting the door gently, Amber implored, "Richard?" "Yes," he responded. She wanted him to turn and look at her; she needed him to turn and look at her; she needed to see his face. Amber tried again, "Richard?" This time, he answered a little louder with a touch of firmness, "Yes, what is it you need?" Her voice half pleaded, "Richard, I need to talk to you. I need to explain what was happening. I don't want you to misunderstand." Just then Richard finished writing. He picked up the slip of paper and a key lying next to it and pivoted around so he was facing her. "There's nothing to explain. Don't forget, I was young once. I haven't forgotten the emotional wringer of romance or the torturous experiences desire extorts." "But I don't want you to be mad at me," Amber entreated with tears in her eyes. The tears were from the guilt she felt for the fact Richard was not smiling, something she had never experienced before. "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself. We should have had this talk long ago so you would know and understand that I expect everyone who works or resides at Wetap to respect its sanctity. It's this sanctity that makes it a loving home for all of us, me, you, and the employees. Violate that sanctity and everyone loses respect, not only for their home, but for each other. It's your life, what you do outside of Wetap is your business. But I and everyone else who live here have a vested interest in what happens at Wetap. We have already seen people in high positions show great disrespect for the sanctity of our Nation's most important and historical home, the 'White House'. I will not stand for it to happen here at Wetap." His voice left no doubt to his conviction. "Richard, I'm so sorry...," Amber responded with sincerity. "No need to be, you didn't know. That's my fault. I'll try to never let that happen again," he confessed. Handing her the piece of paper along with the key he said, "Now take these." Reluctantly and with hesitation, she gingerly took the objects offered. Not understanding, Amber questioned with misgiving, "What're these for?" With a blank stare Richard replied, "It's the address and key to a home of a very dear friend who died a few years ago. His health prevented him from working so I paid off his mortgage. Since he had no relatives, he left it to me. "I'd just put it on the market two days ago. I'm pulling it so you will have a private place to take anyone you desire. No one need know but you and your guest." His action stunned her. She pleaded, "I don't need a place like this Richard." "Well it's there if you need it," Richard firmly responded. "The choice of whether or not to use it is yours," he added while pivoting his chair back around to face his desk. Amber had the feeling she was dismissed. She felt so cold. He had never treated her so impersonally. Reaching for the door handle, she turned her head and asked, "Richard?" "Yes?" He questioned. "Why did you come to my room tonight?" she inquired. Never turning to face her, he informed, "Oh yes, I wanted to let you know I will be leaving before you wake in the morning and to tell you goodbye. I have some business to tend and friends to visit." Something wasn't right. Richard was upset, he had to be. In her heart she knew he had come to tell her to pack and be ready to leave in the morning, but changed his mind. Amber would not be going with him. He had never taken a trip without her since her arrival at Wetap. It would be the first time she would spend a day without him, she would be all alone. Her voice quivered, "How long will you be away?" She saw his head slowly rise. He appeared to stare at the wall as he solemnly replied, "I don't know for sure, could be a while. Continue your education and studies while I'm gone, Maria will see to your needs. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some paper work to prepare before I leave." As he looked down at the papers on his desk, he quipped, "I'll let you get the door on your way out." Amber quietly eased through the doorway, gently shutting it behind her so not to disturb him. As she started back to her room, something didn't feel right. She knew he didn't smile once during their talk, but there was something else missing in their short conversation, something very familiar and comforting. It dawned on her, never once during their exchange had he affectionately called her 'Miss Amber.' With a sob she gripped the key so hard it almost drew blood. When Amber arose the next morning, true to his word, Richard had already departed. She had breakfast alone in the dining room. Later taking the address and key Richard had given her, she set out in the convertible to find the house he had spoken of. Much to her surprise, she found herself at a mobile home park, commonly called a trailer park. Judging from its appearance, it was a more upscale park. Slowly circling the oval drive that constitutes the layout of most trailer parks, she located the house, or a better word 'mobile home,' that sat at the address Richard had given her. From the outside, it appeared to be a well maintained and attractive home. She slowly got out of the car and cautiously walked to the front door. The key worked. As she stepped inside, her first impression surprised even her, it was a very well kept home. Anyone could tell the previous tenant had loved and cared for it with affection. One of the first things that caught her eye was the collection of books. Since Richard had overseen her education and studies, she had read many classics and novels, they were all there. It was easy to see what Richard and his friend had in common. She could almost feel the previous owner's emotions and thoughts as she ran her hand over the books one by one, reading their titles and authors. It was a lovely home, she felt perfectly relaxed, not the same extravagance and largeness as Wetap, but still very secure and comfortable. She could feel Richard's concern and his continual vigilance for her well being as she studied the various aspects of this gift he had provided for her. ********** Amber was caught off guard when Raoul sprang from the shadows in the foyer, pinning her to the wall with a passionate kiss as he tried to slip his hands under her blouse. "Stop it... stop it, I mean it," she ordered him. With a surprised look, "What gives, I thought you wanted it as much as me?" Raoul questioned. "Are we ever going to finish what we started or were you just teasing me?" Amber looked him in the eyes and replied, "I would never do that, but it's going to be my first time and I want it to be right. Tomorrow, I've got a place where we won't be disturbed, but never, I repeat never, will it happen in this house. Do you understand?" ********** Raoul whipped the convertible into the parking space provided alongside the mobile home. Amber was laughing with Raoul at some off the wall joke he had cracked. Her laugh dropped to a light chuckle as she viewed the mobile home for the first time with Raoul. "Hey, this is great. How did you come up with this place?" Raoul questioned. Amber laughingly replied, "Oh, I have connections." Raoul bailed out and ran up to the door, "Come on, I've been dying to pickup where we left off. I want you so bad, hurry." As Amber sat reflecting for a moment, it crossed her mind, this wasn't right. Richard was still trying to teach her something, but what? She slowly got out of the car, extracting the key to the mobile home as she walked up to the door. "Come on, hurry, I can't wait," he said. "I can't believe we are going to make love and this time, no interruptions." As Amber slipped the key into the lock, she paused, looked around and Richard's words came roaring out of the back or her mind. 'Miss Amber, a lady never opens a door in front of a gentleman, if she does, she's not a lady. If he doesn't open it for her, she needs to be with someone else because she's not with a gentleman.' Nausea swept through her abdomen, she suddenly felt sick and light headed. "The key doesn't work," she said to Raoul, "let's go." As he felt the moment slipping away... again, he begged in desperation, "Here, give it to me. Let me try." Damn, he wanted to fuck this bitch bad. "I said it didn't work," Amber angrily spat between clinched teeth. "Let's go home." Once in the car, knowing she wouldn't be back, Amber took a final look at the mobile home. With its sanctity intact it remained a beautiful home. At the last minute she had been able to comprehend what Richard was trying to convey, even in his absence. If she had allowed Raoul to fuck her in that wonderful mobile home that is all it would have been, just a fuck, she and it would have become nothing more than 'trailer trash.' Now she understood, people's perceptions reflect on everything. 'Oh God,' she wondered, 'what is Richard's perception of me?' She was afraid she knew the answer to her own question as she recalled his final words in the study that night, 'I'll let you get the door on your way out.' It was a very frustrated Raoul who fired up the convertible and sped out of the mobile home park. Amber sat silently looking out the passenger side. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought, 'I just called Wetap my home... and it is. How could I have come so close to being so stupid? Richard, I'll be so glad when you come home. We have so much to talk about.' Binding Ashes ********** It had been almost two months, still no Richard. Eating alone in the dining room had grown old in a hurry. Amber had taken to having her meals served in her bedroom. She missed Richard so much. Wetap was nice, but lacked its special atmosphere without him. Richard was the real 'wonder' in wonderland. It was easy to see the employees felt his absence also. Maria had been absolutely right, everyone at Wetap benefited from sharing in Richard's zest for life. Although Maria treated her well and saw to her every need, Amber detected a slight coolness in Maria's manner. She didn't know if it was something new or just an attitude Maria had kept in check while in Richard's presence. Confronting Maria one day, Amber pleaded, "Maria, when is Richard coming home?" With a hard stare, Maria replied, "Amber he will be home when he comes home." Amber implored, "Didn't he give anyone his itinerary?" Maria shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, Richard has never to my knowledge told anyone where he is going or when he will return. Wetap is set up to be fully self-sufficient, so he could be gone indefinitely." Tears started flowing down Amber's cheeks just before she buried her face in her hands. "I need to talk to him, I miss him so much, Maria," with a slight sob Amber begged, "is there no way to contact him." Maria, in spite of her hard feelings held out her arms as Amber literally fell into them, sobbing on Maria's shoulder. "Amber, what is it, what has you so upset? Do you need anything? Is there something wrong at school?" Before Amber could speak, Maria guided her to a sofa and made her sit as she joined her. Holding Amber's hands in a comforting gesture, she insisted, "Now, tell me what's bothering you." Still crying, Amber sniffed, "I just miss him so much, I'm so lonely without him. He's my best friend, Maria... he's my only friend. I just wish he would come home." Maria raised her eyebrows in a 'should I tell or should I not' look. Taking a deep breath, she slowly let it out, "Amber." As Amber looked at her, she continued, "I don't think Richard is coming home." Clearly in an 'I don't understand what you said' voice, Amber entreated, "What do you mean?" Maria sighed with resignation, "Just what I said, I don't really think Richard wants to return to Wetap." A confused Amber half screeched, "Why would he not come back? This is his home, he loves it here. His friends... who are his only family are here. I don't understand what you mean." She franticly inquired, "Oh God, nothing's happened to him has it? He's not injured or hurt is he?" With slight bitterness in her voice Maria continued, "Amber, the only injury and hurt Richard suffered was the broken heart he left here with. Right now, I think Wetap only represents emotional pain to him." Amber was completely confused, "Broken hearted, how could he be broken hearted? He wasn't dating anyone I know of." Maria sat for a few moments studying Amber's face, looking for something that wasn't there. Astounded, Maria said, "You really don't have a clue, do you?" An uncomprehending Amber flatly asked, "What Maria... what?" "Amber, the woman Richard loved broke his heart. It's a story as old as time itself." Maria said with deep sorrow. "But how?" Amber questioned. "Maria I never even knew he was dating or seeing anyone. How could she not love him, he's perfect. I can't imagine a woman not dying to have his love or wanting to spend her life with him. He's like the perfect female fantasy. He embodies everything a woman looks for in a man. She has to be the stupidest bitch alive, that's all I can say." A totally shocked Maria sat staring at Amber. With a bewildered look on her face, Maria replied, "I fully agree." Amber continued, "I really don't understand how he could have been dating. He was spending every available moment I know of with me, teaching, helping me expand my knowledge. When was he able to find time for anyone else? How could he keep it a secret from me? I thought for the last two years I was virtually his sole project, I thought he was totally devoted to meeeee...." Amber froze, looked in Maria's eyes, and suddenly she knew. "Oh my God, noo... nooo, it can't be." Maria nodded 'yes' as she watched fresh tears roll down Amber's face which was now loaded with unwanted understanding. 'Now I know what they mean when they say, "Ignorance is bliss," Maria thought to herself. "Maria, it can't be, it just can't. I'm nobody; he picked me up off the streets. He can have any woman in the world. One with money, education, world travel, international savvy, sophistication, class, what do I have to offer? Nothing." Amber was trying to convince herself Maria had to be wrong, but she knew in her heart she wasn't. Maria asked, "You spent two years with Richard, what did you learn about him and the people around him?" Half sobbing, Amber confessed, "All the things I just mentioned mean nothing to him, he loves and appreciates people for themselves. He cares more about a person's character than anything else. Maria, how could I have been so blind, how could I have not seen it." With a sympathetic smile, Maria replied, "I don't know, I saw it the first night he brought you home. Other than employees, Richard had never brought a female into this house before. We were all in shock when we laid eyes on you for the first time. Of all the women in the world to choose from, you were a 'sight.' But I knew the moment his eyes fell on you we were in trouble if the dirt, grease, and grime went further than skin deep. I had never seen his eyes hold so much love for an individual before." "Love, you can't actually mean he was in love with me that first night?" Amber pondered a moment before continuing. "Oh Maria," Amber's voice quivered. "If that's true, no wonder I never noticed a change in the way he looked, acted, or treated me. I didn't have any thing to compare it to." Amber continued dejectedly, "The last thing I ever expected was for him to be able to love me." Maria had to ask, "Would it have made any difference if you had known?" "God yes, I truly never dreamed he could really love me, I would die for him. I would indenture myself for all eternity to have his love. Oh Maria, you have to help me find a way to contact him, we can't let him suffer without knowing. God what have I done?" Shaking from nervous hyperventilation, Amber was almost on the verge of collapsing. "Take a deep breath and hold it," Maria directed her, "now another." After a few minutes, she got Amber calm enough to continue. Maria had to ask, "What about you and Raoul?" Amber looked shocked, "There was never anything between Raoul and me. It was just young foolish stupidity. Maria, you have to believe me, nothing ever happened. I'm not denying it would have if Richard hadn't interrupted us that night, but it was just my own curious libido at work. Every day I thank God that Richard walked in on us before anything happened." Maria looked truly shocked, "What do you mean 'Richard walked in on you'?" "Didn't Richard tell you? How did you know I had broken his heart if he didn't tell you?" Amber was puzzled. "Well I hate to tell you, Richard is too much of a gentleman to ever repeat or tell such a thing. Raoul on the other hand, went bragging all over about how he had gotten into the pants of the boss's private stock." Maria informed her. With her face beet red, Amber protested, "Maria, I swear, he never...we never did a thing except end up naked in bed together, that's when Richard walked in on us. Afterwards I threw Raoul out and went to talk to Richard. I almost did do it a few days later, but Richard stopped me again." Maria looked absolutely bewildered, "Stopped you, how? He wasn't here." Amber looked a little embarrassed as she told Maria about the mobile home key and how close she came again to ruining her life. Then she told Maria about how Richard's words came home to haunt her, making her face the stupidity of her actions. Maria tried her best to stifle her laughter. She looked Amber straight in the eye and said, "I think something else occurred at that moment. You finally realized you were in love with Richard and couldn't bring yourself to cheat on that love." Amber sought Maria's years of wisdom when she inquired, "Maria, what now? Maybe it would be best if I left Wetap, that way Richard could return home. It's not right that I am here and he feels forced away from the home he loves so much. Especially by a girl who I'm sure he no longer considers a lady. I know he believes the worst of me." Maria looked at her and said with conviction, "Amber, you are a true lady, I'll vouch for that and I'd better not hear anyone say different, that goes for Richard too. What you do now is wait for Richard to return. In the meantime you continue your schooling, your studies, and to expand your horizons. This will prove your love and appreciation to him by accomplishing all the things he would have you do if he was here. You prepare yourself and pray for that day... the day you will hopefully get the opportunity to speak to him again. In addition you keep faith, things will work out for the best." "Maria, I can do all that, but I can't continue to do it alone, I have to have someone to talk to." Amber desperately pleaded. Maria chuckled, "Starting today you are eating in the dining room again, my family and I will be joining you there for every meal. You won't be alone Miss Amber, and we'll all be praying that Richard returns soon." Amber's jaw muscles clinched, "Maria, I would love to go riding, but I'm ashamed to face Raoul, the truth is, I don't really want to see him. Especially after what you've told me he's been saying behind my back. I still can't believe he is that big of an asshole." Amber said through gritted teeth. A smiling Maria said, "I see you haven't been out and about for awhile. Raoul was fired just a few days after Richard left." A shocked and surprised Amber quipped, "Not that I will miss him, but I can't believe Richard fired Raoul over what happened, that just doesn't sound like Richard." Maria laughed out loud, "You understand the man you love better than you know. Richard wouldn't have fired Raoul, but I would... and I did." It was Amber's turn to laugh as she was able, for the first time, to understand the full extent of Maria's power and authority at Wetap. It extended a lot farther than just being 'head of the household staff.' Maria was evidently the acting 'head mistress' of the entire estate. After their talk, Amber felt a little more relieved, but still guilt ridden. It was entirely her fault as far as she was concerned. She didn't feel right about staying at Wetap if it forced Richard away. There was an alternative, the mobile home, she could stay there and still continue her studies. Unable to find the key after searching the desk thoroughly, a puzzled Amber finally gave up. There was no one to ask, Maria wouldn't understand or allow her to leave if she could stop her. Resigning herself to the only viable option, Amber returned to her room. She would stay and do her best to make Richard as proud of her as possible under the circumstances. After changing clothes, Amber went riding for the first time since Richard left. It would have been much more enjoyable had he been with her. ********** It was a miserable two years, only because Richard never returned. Amber was at the point of wondering if he ever would. With Maria's friendship, Amber made it through Richard's self imposed exile. She finished her education and today was her graduation. Her final prayer was that Richard would be there to see it. He had to be, it was her last hope of ever seeing him again. Her mind was made up, if he didn't show today; she would pack tonight, leave Wetap tomorrow, and give up any hope of ever having Richard's love again. Without Richard, she knew she wouldn't be living at Wetap, only existing. The graduation was held outdoors with the students seated beside a podium which in turn was constructed in front of a set of bleachers. The graduation ceremony would have the students walk up onto the stage, receive their diplomas then take a seat in the bleachers, facing the audience. Amber loved this setup. After she received her diploma, it would give her plenty of time to search the audience, looking for Richard. He just had to be there. As the graduates received their diplomas individually, several had large groups, consisting of family and friends who were there to show their love and support. Many of these groups couldn't resist a loud rousing display of emotional pride for their loved one as their name was announced and they crossed the podium to receive their diploma. Amber thought that was fantastic. Even though she had no one, she was happy for the others. When her name was announced, Amber started across the stage and almost froze when the loudest uproar of cheering, clapping and whistles resounded from the audience. Red faced, she shook the one hand of congratulations that was offered and took the diploma from the other before making a bee line to her assigned seat. Amber immediately spotted Maria, along with most of the other employees, seated together in the fourth row. It was amazing; she never realized how many there were until they were all together. They took up the entire row, looking at her and smiling. Her heart melted as some gave her a thumbs up when she locked eyes with them. Amber felt so proud, it was all due to Richard. None of this would have happened if his smile hadn't convinced her to join him that night in the restaurant. 'Oh my God' she thought, it's not possible. There in the fifth row was Joseph with several of the waiters she had come to know over the last few years from the restaurant. When she spotted them, they all clapped and, even though seated, bowed to her. She couldn't stop the tears from falling. How her life had changed since that first night. Richard had been correct as usual, Joseph was 'the greatest' maitre d' she ever had or would have the pleasure to meet. Her eyes continued to sweep the audience, 'Oh please be there Richard, oh please, oh please,' her heart pleaded. "THERE HE IS," she actually shouted before she was able to slap her hand over her mouth. She was literally bouncing up and down in her seat as she pointed at Richard. Barely able to control herself, she wanted to run, jump off the stage, and grab Richard before he could disappear from her life again. She had spotted him sitting beside Daryl in the third row from the rear. Her heart melted as their eyes met after she had shouted. Richard smiled, not a big one, but an amused one over her apparent excitement. Richard was slightly embarrassed when the heads in the fourth row and part of the fifth pivoted at the same time, searching for him. They knew immediately who Amber meant when she shouted, "There he is." It had been so long for them; they truly loved and missed Richard. Several stood to look for him, including Maria. Richard slumped a little in his chair; Daryl chuckled and waved. You could hear the murmur as those standing located Richard. At that point he sat up tall. Thanks to Daryl, no sense trying to hide any longer. As the ceremony ended, he elbowed Daryl and said, "Let's go." Richard was hemmed in by Daryl, who was hemmed in by a throng of people. It didn't seem to Richard as though Daryl was making much of an effort to move forward. He wondered, 'Is Daryl purposely stalling, using the crowd as an excuse not to let me make a hasty retreat?' He let out a deep sigh as they stood, waiting for a break in the crowd. Amber could see Richard planned to leave. She had to talk to him, tell him everything; she had to stop him before he disappeared from her life again. "NO DAMN IT," she shouted in loud exasperation, "I've waited too long for this." Everyone looked up, including Richard as Amber pushed and shoved her way down the bleachers and across the stage. It was a desperate young lady working her way rapidly around the clutch of people gathered on the stage as she headed for the stairs. Amber was too close to the edge when her high heel caused her ankle to give way and her momentum propelled her over the edge of the stage. "AMBER," Richard shouted as the crowd gasped, watching her arms flailing in panic as she started her fall. Using his cane as an advance wedge, Richard franticly shoved through the crowd fighting his way to Amber. His heart seemed to stop, he would die if she were hurt. When Richard finally breached the gathering crowd, Amber was lying on the ground surrounded by a group of Wetap employees including Maria. They had been closer and rushed to check on her. As Richard emerged from the crowd, they automatically made room for him at her side. Dropping to his knees, he could see her eyes were open, not showing any pain, just confusion. As he reached for her hand, Amber bolted upright into a sitting position and grabbed hold of his jacket lapels. Her grip was so tight her knuckles turned white. As they stared lovingly into each other's eyes, he asked, "Are you alright." "Now I am, oh...you mean the fall? Yes, several people threw out their arms trying to catch me; evidently it was enough to break my fall. I might have a slightly bruised hip, but that's all," she replied, still keeping a vice grip on his lapels. "Well, I wanted to see you graduate and offer my congratulations, but now I must go, I have some appointments to keep," he said. Through clinched teeth, she very firmly scolded, "NO... I mean it, NO! That's not going to happen." A surprised Richard said, "But I have to keep these appointments." "NO," she rasped, "you have to keep a long overdue appointment with me first. I've waited two years for this moment and I'm not letting go until we talk." Richard glanced helplessly up at Maria. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as she informed him, "This is her turf. She's boss here. Take it up with her," Maria chuckled. As he resigned himself to the fact Amber wasn't going to let go until they talked, he helped her to her feet. Then he suggested, "How about we work our way to the limo where we can have some privacy?" Richard took a step in the direction of the limo and Amber moved with him. He believed this might work in spite of the fact she wouldn't let go of his lapels. Daryl led the way, parting the thinning crowd in front of them. Richard noticed they were getting several strange stares, but Amber wasn't taking her eyes off him nor her hands from his lapels. He wondered if he would ever be able to get the lapels to lay flat again. Once they reached the limo, Daryl opened the door. As they stood outside, Richard said, "Unless you let go, getting into the limo is going to be very difficult." Amber shook her head 'no,' then began backing into the limo making Richard bend and follow her in. From what everyone could see, it appeared as though she was pulling him in behind her. Daryl chuckled out loud, thinking to himself, 'This ought to be very interesting. Wish I could be 'a fly on the wall' during this conversation.' Instead, he did his job, standing guard with his hands clasped in front of him, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet outside the limo door. Daryl knew he and the other employees would get the gist of the conversation soon enough. After all, it could only go one of two ways. Inside the limo Richard looked at Amber, "Okay, now we can talk." Being a male, he knew what was coming next; damn this is what he hated about talking to a female. Binding Ashes With big tears forming, Amber's first words were, "When are you coming home?" Richard turned his head and looked out the window, "I really don't know. I still have a lot of business to take care of... no idea of how long it will take." Amber jerked on his lapels as she angrily shouted, "DON"T BULLSHIT ME RICHARD." His head whipped back around to face her onslaught as she continued, "Your disappearance for the last two years and your plans to leave again have nothing to do with business dealings." Richard sat looking at her with a puzzled expression before quietly asking, "Then what does it have to do with?" With a loving smile, Amber answered, "Oh Richard, don't play dumb, it doesn't become a gentleman. I wasn't aware that night, but you certainly were. It's about your love for me." Richard once again turned to stare out the window, but not before she felt the vision of pain that crossed his face, "I don't know about my so called love for you or where you got that idea, but I do recall that night vividly. You seemed to have a love of your own, from what I remember." Amber calmly stated, "That's pure crap. If you hadn't run off, I could have explained. Raoul was nothing more than youthful foolishness, a combination of curiosity and physical desire. If I had thought for one moment you could, or did, love me, I would never have even given him a second glance. Richard, I would die for the chance to have your love. At that time, I just had no idea it was possible. I still can't believe it, but I know it's true." "Who or what has put that foolish notion in your head?" He asked, still refusing to look at her. For the first time since latching onto his lapels, she let go. She took his face between her hands and turned it to her. While staring into his eyes, she said, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me. I'll go straight to Wetap, pack my bags, and be out of there before nightfall." Richard's eyes turned misty, "You can't leave Wetap." "Why Richard," she asked. "Because it's your home," he replied. "Not good enough. Again Richard, why?" she demanded. "Because you love it there," he added. "Still not good enough. Again Richard, why?" she continued to press. After pausing while tears rolled down his cheeks, he whispered, "Because I built it for you." Amber gasped, "What do you mean you built it for me? You didn't even know I existed when you built Wetap?" With a deep breath, Richard opened his heart and shattered her misconception, "Oh but I did. I had just never met you, but I knew you were there. You had to be, I've loved you with all my heart before you were even born. I have loved you all my life. I just didn't know where you were until that night you uttered those fateful words, 'FUCK YOU and all the other assholes in the world. I would rather starve than degrade myself for food... or money... or anything else.' At that moment, I knew... the one I had been waiting for all my life, the one for whom I designed and built Wetap... it was you. The first night you set foot on Wetap, I knew it was complete. There were no more dark corners, your light shined on everything. Even the employees spotted it right away; everyone knew you were the true 'Mistress of Wetap.' So you can't leave, you and Wetap are synonymous, one with the other. You were created for each other. It's not only that you compliment each other... you actually complete each other." Amber voiced her love so tenderly, if Richard's heart had been a diamond it would have melted. "Richard that's a beautiful picture but no artist leaves himself out of his own dream. Don't you understand? Wetap and I are nothing without you. You were the one that visualized the beauty of Wetap and recognized your love in me. Neither Wetap nor I can exist to our fullest without you. We both need you. The last two years have been miserable, not only for me, but for all of Wetap too. Didn't you see everyone searching for you today? They have missed you. Nothing's the same without the 'wonder of wonderland.' I beg you, please come home to us." With sincerity, Richard responded, "The night I left, I was hurting, not just from the pain of seeing you with Raoul but more from facing the reality of the gap in our ages. I came to grips with the fact that there was a reason you chose Raoul and not me, it was the difference in our ages. It hurt and even though I understood, I couldn't bear the pain. So I left. It wouldn't have been right to separate the two loves of my life, not after bringing them together. Nothing has changed, I'm still twenty-four years older than you. There's no way it can work for us, we would always be living with that difference." In defiance, Amber demanded, "So what Richard? Why wouldn't it work? We wouldn't be the first or the last to have an age gap in our love. I don't see any big issue over our ages. All I know is that I love you with all my heart. The happiest time of my life was the two years I spent every day with you. I also believe you love me with all your heart and I don't believe that you have been any happier for the past two years than I have. Why are we denying ourselves the happiness we are entitled to and have within our grasp?" Richard pleaded, "Think about it, what would we talk about? By the time we have kids... if we have any, I will be getting up there in years. By the time you are my age, in another twenty-four years, hell, I'll be... seventy-two. You'll just be reaching your prime and I'll be leaving mine. What about sex? Forget sex, how about sharing? What the hell would we have in common to even talk about?" Richard slumped in what he perceived to be hopeless reality. For the first time since that fateful night, Amber began to grasp the pain Richard had been suffering, she vehemently responded, "NO, NO, NO, Richard, no more! I refuse to let us suffer any more. I'll tell you what we do about sex, we do it until we can't do it anymore, then we will take long walks together, arm in arm. After we can't walk any more we will sit holding hands until the end, but we will be together. That's all that matters. What will we talk about? Us, our plans for the future, our past, our kids, and by the way, I hope you want a lot of kids. I want to have kids until we can't have any more, and don't try to tell me we can't afford them, I know better. After talking about our kids and their futures, we will talk about our grandkids, and we will have plenty to talk about because I plan on having a lot of grandkids. Richard, we talked for two solid years, why would you believe we couldn't talk forever? As far as you getting old, you'll only be in your fifties and sixties, still young enough to throw soccer passes and shoot football hoops with your sons... and your daughters if they want." Richard laughed, there were still areas for her to continue to improve... soccer passes and football hoops? After taking a deep breath, a confused but undeterred Amber continued, "Richard, it's all right there within our grasp, please don't let it go or throw it away. There will never be anyone else for either of us, I know that for a fact." Richard glanced out the window before replying, "Amber, you've given me a lot to think about. I need to absorb and sort it out. Just give me a little time." Amber grabbed his face and pulled him to her for a deep passionate kiss. Her tongue began that ageless dance as it entwined with his. As they floated in the emotional abyss of their own desire, all Richard heard was a sexy moan escape Amber's throat. After slowly breaking apart, their eyes remained in a loving embrace. "While you are absorbing and sorting, then absorb and sort that. It will be waiting for you forever," Amber said. "I will come back and give you an answer," Richard promised. Amber made one last request, "Please do me one favor?" "And what would that be?" Richard asked. "If you decide against us, send word and let me leave before you return. I can't face living at Wetap any longer without you and I don't want to see you again if I'm not going to have you for the rest of my life," she pleaded with deep resolve. Richard nodded his understanding. After hearing a tap on the glass, Daryl opened the door and extended his hand to help Amber out of the limo. He looked at her face, hoping to see more than the weak smile she gave him. His heart dropped. Amber solemnly watched as the limo drove out of sight before she rejoined her graduating class. Picking from the many parties to which she had been invited, Amber tried her best to join everyone in celebrating. ********** That evening as she walked up the steps to Wetap's front door, Amber felt so alone. Neither the party nor her friends had been able to lift her gloom. She loved Richard so much, why couldn't he understand? They needed each other, they always had. Just as she reached for the door handle, it swung open. Gordon had seen her coming up the steps. Before she could say a word, Gordon greeted her with a smile, "Good evening Miss Amber and congratulations." Amber managed a feeble smile as she thanked him. As she started to remove her jacket, Gordon stepped up to help and proceeded to hang it up for her. Glancing down at the umbrella stand, Amber couldn't resist. She reached out and ran her thumb over the beautiful hand crafted gold and silver wolf head that adorned Richard's cane. Just touching it made her feel closer to him. If only Richard were here... his cane? His cane!!! He was never separated from his cane. Unconsciously, she clasped his cane to her chest as she spun around looking imploringly at Gordon. Even though she already knew, his robust smile confirmed it. Without thinking, Amber ran to the door of Richard's study shouting, "He's home, he's home, Richard has come home." After throwing open the door, she discovered he wasn't there. She knew where he would be if not in his study. Screaming, "He's home, he's home," she took the stairs two and three at a time. She was on a quest and nothing could stop her as she headed to the second level and Richard's bedroom. A pair of feminine eyes watched the entire scene from the partially cracked door of her office. After Amber had ascended the stairs, Maria quietly slipped from her office to the study. Flipping on the lights, Maria made her way to Richard's desk and opened the center drawer; reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the mobile home key. 'I don't think Amber will ever need this again... for any reason.' She dropped the key back in the drawer before pushing it closed. After she turned off the lights Maria headed off to bed to join her husband. Her last thought for the evening was, 'Richard will be happy now, no more pain for either of them, Wetap is finally right.' On the second level, Amber had reached Richard's bedroom door. She hesitated, debating whether to knock or barge in. If she knocked, she would have to wait for him to answer. Throwing the door wide open, she barged into Richard's bedroom, quickly closing it behind her. She immediately spotted him standing by his big bay window which had been designed to overlook a huge portion of Wetap. With his back to her she was able to take in his masculine shoulders while he leaned against the window sill, just standing there in his pajama bottoms. As she checked out his sexy looking butt, her only thought was, 'Damn girl, you could very easily get used to this.' This time, she knew she would. Richard turned. She excitedly gasped in a half sob, "Your smile is back." 'Why do women always do that?' he wondered as tears suddenly adorned her smiling face. He replied, "Hmmm... I never knew it was gone... MISS AMBER." For years to come, whenever he would recall the precious events of that evening, he swore he never saw her move. What he remembered next was after she had crossed the room and leapt into his arms. She almost bowled him over when she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, her summer dress flaring out in the flurry of action His first conscious realization was their tongues again engaged in that now familiar dance. His second was holding her ass in his hands, a cheek in each. His third was, 'Damn man, you could very easily get used to this,' and he knew he would. For the second time that day, he heard that sexy moan escape Amber's throat. It was a sound he decided he not only liked, but hoped to hear every day for the rest of his life. As they slowly disengaged, he let her slide down gently. Before he could speak, Amber started unbuttoning her dress. By the time she had undone the second button, Richard snapped out of his reverie. With a smile she easily recognized, he asked, "What part of my speech concerning the sanctity of Wetap didn't you understand, Miss Amber?" Amber froze, fingers locked on the third button. Her face reflected the adventure taking place in her mind as she searched its corners for the correct response to his teasing question. Somewhere in the deep recesses she evidently found the answer she was looking for. As a smile spread across her face, she glared at him through narrow slits. "Okay, on your knee Richard." He queried with a chuckle, "Beg your pardon Miss Amber." "Look, you're the one that told me I am the true 'Mistress of Wetap.' Were you telling me the truth?" she light heartedly demanded. Without hesitation, he replied, "Absolutely! And you know it Miss Amber." "Then do as you're told. On your knee, that's an order," she playfully commanded again. With a big smile, Richard slipped down on one knee. He already knew what was coming as he thought, 'Damn I love this girl.' Through gritted teeth, she demanded, "Repeat after me. Miss Amber, I love you and want to marry you if you will have me." Richard laughed out loud, "Isn't that an awfully big leap Miss Amber?" "If you want to have a happy marriage Richard, you'd better start learning to follow orders, so repeat what I said Mister." Richard could see the merriment dancing in her eyes, even through the narrow slits. With a deep sigh representing his total surrender, Richard reached out gently grasping her legs behind each knee. "Miss Amber, I've searched all my life for the perfect woman. One I could give not only my heart but also my second greatest love, Wetap. The greatest honor I could ever have bestowed on me would be for you to accept both. If you would agree to become my wife, I pledge all that is mine to you. I trust no other with my most beloved possessions. If you find it in your heart to share it with me, you will make me the happiest man alive." Her tears began to flow before he even finished. Releasing the button, her hand stroked through his hair, grabbing a handful playfully. She lovingly tugged his head back so that he was looking up at her. "Oh Richard, I see that we are going to have problems before we even start. You don't obey orders well at all. But I'm glad; I liked your version much better than mine. My answer is 'YES, YES, YES,' a thousand times 'YES," as she bent over to give him one of his now favored kisses. By the time Richard had risen to his feet, her dress was sliding to the floor. Before he could speak, she had unhooked her bra, literally peeling it off her beautiful breasts. Dumbfounded, he could only watch in fascination as she hooked a thumb in each side of her panties and rolled them down her hips until they broke free and fell to the floor, where she gracefully stepped out of them. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. She jumped into his arms, once more locking her legs around his waist. This time, he found himself holding two naked ass cheeks in his hands. 'Damn, there is no doubt, I do love this,' he thought. Temporarily regaining his composure, he started to ask, "Miss Amber, what about the sanctity..." "Richard, I have the sanctity of our house well covered," she interrupted him. "We are now engaged. I don't think anyone is going to lose any respect for us or themselves from this point forward. Speaking of points, is that thing I feel pointed between my legs loaded?" Amber giggled. All of a sudden, he realized his pajamas were covering an erection trying its best to knock at her door. Red faced, he apologized, "I'm so sorry Miss Amber." "I'm not," she responded immediately. "You once told me 'never mistake gentlemanly behavior for a lack of desire,' and I don't intend to. Richard, I love the gentleman, but I don't want to see him the rest of the night, I want and need my man filled with desire. "I want him to tuck me in bed, join me there, and make passionate love to me for the first night of the rest of our lives. With any luck, we might even start that big family tonight." She pressed her lips to his as they lost themselves in a long passionate kiss. Richard slowly turned until he was facing the bed. As he stepped forward, Amber broke the kiss and implored, "Please be gentle the first time Richard." His puzzled expression begged her explanation, "This is my first time, I'm still a virgin." To this day, she can't figure out where the smile Richard had that very moment came from. She had never seen it before and has never seen it since, but she knew it displayed his immense pleasure. Just as they reached the bed, Richard looked slightly perplexed, "Just one more question Miss Amber." Confused she responded, "Okay, what is it." "Are you going to put my cane down before we get into bed?" he implored. "Nope, get used to it," she firmly stated. ********** Richard did reach seventy-two; actually he lived to be eighty-two. They had been able to intertwine their lives and love for thirty-four wonderful years. It amazed the employees; they never recalled seeing them apart. It turned out that first night probably did start their large family; nine months later their first son was born. Not to be the last though, their love produced several offspring. They figured nature would set the final number and it eventually did. During those thirty-four years, Amber and Richard were devoted parents, spending hours upon hours with their kids. As Amber had predicted, Richard became very proficient at 'throwing soccer passes and shooting football hoops.' Richard laughed every time he thought about it. The boys at their daddy's behest became pretty good golfers. Richard didn't live long enough to see any of the great grandchildren, but he did get to spend time with several of the grandkids. He never tired of spoiling them rotten. Amber and Richard had constantly strolled about the estate side by side, almost as if continually dancing with each other. Occasionally when she did one of her abrupt spins, Richard would be looking or moving in another direction. Amber never failed to stop and hold out her hand until he noticed and caught up with her. The employees would chuckle, if it was a dance, then she always led. Over time age began to wear on Richard's abilities. The many long walks were slowly replaced with more and more time spent relaxing in rockers. Amber's love proved to be total and devoted. After years of keeping Richard at her side, she lovingly and happily remained at his, sitting together, holding hands, doing the one thing they did from the start, they talked. Amber proved correct; they never ran out of things to talk about. Richard did eventually tell her the story, she absolutely loved it. At last, she understood his sentimental affection for the name Wetap and why he chose it for his beloved estate. From that time forward the name Wetap carried a very special place in her heart. Binding Ashes The one thing that puzzled everyone, including Richard for all those thirty plus years was Amber's refusal to let go of Richard's cane. She kept a firm grip on it from that first night and was never seen without it again. Over the years, Miss Amber and the beautiful cane became a given, it was understood by everyone. No one ever asked why she kept it clutched to her heart or why her thumb was always stroking the wolf head. The only time it left her bosom was when Richard and she made love, but she held it at her side even then. Richard had thought she was joking that first night, she wasn't, it went to bed with them not only that night, but every night thereafter. It didn't bother Richard; he seemed to understand that it somehow represented him in her heart. Apparently after bridging some emotional gap that night, it had become the equivalent of a security blanket. He finally realized he would never understand the pain Amber had felt during his two year absence. Even though he had suffered too, it evidently was nowhere near the emotional pain she had experienced. That was the one guilt he carried to his grave, but did his best to make it up to her through the years. Richard was sure Amber had been as happy as anyone could possibly be, and so was he. They had continued to dine at the restaurant. Richard got tickled the first time they went there for dinner after he returned home. Joseph made the mistake of taking hold of Miss Amber's cane, offering to put it up until they were ready to leave. He never made that mistake again and he cautioned the waiters to pay it a 'never-mind.' Joseph was very understanding. He had become as fond of Miss Amber as he was of Richard, warming to her charm that very first night when he realized Richard was seeing Amber through special eyes. Richard had proven right, she was special. A few years after Richard and Amber were married, the owner died and his widow sold the restaurant to Joseph. He hired an excellent maitre d' but Amber and Richard noticed Joseph always would appear and personally seat them. ********** Thirty-five years later found Amber standing in front of Richard's memorial. She had designed and built it on her favorite site at Wetap. They had spent hours sitting on that very spot, even making love there on many a warm starlit night. It was also located so Amber could look from the bay window in their bedroom and check on him anytime of the day. Thanks to special lighting, it was most beautiful at night. Richard's ashes were sealed in the memorial. Amber wasn't worried; after her death, her sons would follow through with her and Richard's last wishes. The seal would be broken and their ashes mixed together before being resealed in the memorial for all eternity. After Richard's death, the family continued to be very close, especially on the major holidays. All the kids would come. Some, days in advance, others just for the day, but they would all be there. Every memorial day, the boys walked with their mother to Richard's memorial. She would place her hands on the memorial, still holding the cane and spend a period of time with her head bowed reminiscing about the time she and Richard had together. Afterwards, she would lay one hand on the memorial as the boys stood in front of her one at a time while she touched her fingers and the cane to their face. They all looked so much like their father; between their personalities, he was there in full with her once again for a few moments each year. The boys never complained, they loved and understood her. Each with a different smile inherited from their father, called her "Miss Amber." Thanksgiving was the holiday the girls loved, not just her daughters, but her granddaughters also. They demanded and it became a tradition. It was the one day each year Miss Amber sat down and retold the entire story about a very hungry young girl who spun into the life of her prince charming. Maria and her family joined them on the holidays. They were family now, and not just figuratively. The families had two marriages between their offspring. Maria's son had married Richard and Amber's second daughter; no one seemed at all fazed by the eleven year gap in their ages. Richard and Amber's second son married one of Maria's daughters, Maria was truly family. Every Thanksgiving, Maria was the first to take a seat for the story telling. She always sat far enough back so the younger ones could get in close and no one could see her amusement over the missing parts Amber purposefully left out of the story. Maria would chuckle when Amber grinned at her while telling about Richard finding her with Raoul. She didn't feel Amber's omission of being naked and in bed with Raoul at the time, detracted from the story. Invariably one of the curious listeners would ask, "Whatever happened to Raoul?" Amber would hedge on her answer, "After a few days, he just moved on, we never saw him again." It was always difficult for Maria to stifle her laughter. Everyone did notice Amber seemed to stroke the wolf head in a more loving way each Thanksgiving while she told their story. *************** Miss Amber's sons stood in a semi circle around her casket. The time for all had finally arrived for Miss Amber. They were paying their last respects before her casket was rolled into the crematory. The matriarch had been quite a lady, a very special lady. Shortly she was to get her final wish, joining her beloved husband for all eternity. Her family had been able to tell in her last few years she was growing anxious for this moment. The kids were grown and Maria, her closest friend had passed on. She loved Wetap, but without Richard, it had just never been the same. It lacked the wonder he had personally provided. Her last minute request was also being honored. She had been in a panic when she begged them. They assured her it was no problem and would be done. She had taken her last breath with peace of mind; she knew, like their father, they were all honorable young men and would keep their word. As the casket was rolled away, her sons were sharing the same thought, 'I know the wood will burn, but I hope the wolf head doesn't melt. It would be so nice centered in the middle of their ashes where mom can continue to hold it, binding dad to her forever.' ********** ********** Please take time to vote. A huge amount of time is devoted to writing a story, good, bad, or indifferent. Your direct feedback, especially direct comments helps writers to become better and more focused, which in turn gives you the reader a better product. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.