4 comments/ 14066 views/ 3 favorites Mano a Mano By: edrider73 Many thanks to NorthernDancer for first editing and improving this story. Grateful thanks to editing masochist GigglingGoblin, who suffered every minute of the tremendous effort expended in helping make this story better because of repulsion at its subject matter. If you're feeling dark and dirty after reading it, check out this writer's bright fantasies of gossamer wings, merfolk, umbra hags, dryads, fey, sprites, tickling and steamy sex. * "I'm at the end of my rope, Isabella," said Felicia. "Blow your nose and stop crying," said Isabella. "Then take a big sip of your drink and explain it again. I still don't get it. Nolan has been doing this for years and you love it, but now all of a sudden you hate it?" Felicia took a large gulp. "How can I make you understand? It's different. It's horrible. If I strip and show you, you'll be shocked." "Don't do that," said Isabella, looking around the restaurant. "Maybe I'll understand better if you'd start by telling me what he used to do, and then tell me what changed." "It's the hands," said Felicia. "Everything else is fine, except for the hands. I just don't know what to do about the hands. "One of the things I've always loved about Nolan is that we both totally lose control when we have sex. He was the first man I ever met who was as wild as I was, and that's one of the reasons I married him. He's been a wonderful husband, and we were talking about starting a family, but now I'm too scared to think of it. "When he gets really excited, Nolan goes into a zone. It's more like a trance. He doesn't know what he's doing." "He doesn't?" "Maybe that's not the right way to put it. He's an amazing lover. He does things that are wonderful and unpredictable. He gives me amazing orgasms. But afterward he doesn't remember anything he did. "About two months ago, some wires must have gotten crossed in his brain, because he started hurting me with his wonderful hands." "His wonderful hands?" "I used to love his hands more than anything else. They were magic. While we made love, they were all over me, stroking, squeezing, kneading. They spanked me lightly -- never so hard that it hurt, just enough to get me more aroused. I loved what he did with his hands. "He still squeezes my breasts like he used to, but now he squeezes them so hard that I'm screaming in pain. "And when he squeezes my butt, he does it so hard that it's painful. When we finish, my butt is so bruised that it hurts when I sit down. Nothing else has changed." "What about when he spanks you?" asked Isabella. "It's the same as before, only now it hurts like hell because my ass is bruised." "Why don't you tell him to stop?" "I don't just tell him," said Felicia. "I scream in his face at the top of my lungs. But he's not there. I can tell that he can't hear me. His face doesn't change. He doesn't realize what he's doing to me. He's in his trance and totally into the sex. That's always been a turn-on for me. But not anymore." She stopped and sobbed a moment and then dabbed her eyes. "Can't you stop him?" asked Isabella. "I try to pull his hands away, but he's so strong, I can't budge them. I've tried slapping his face to wake him up, but he just grabs my hands and holds them. His hands are so big that he can hold both my hands in one of his while his other hand keeps torturing me." "But you must have shown him what he does when he wakes up," said Isabella. "Yes, and he's apologetic," said Felicia, "but he doesn't remember a thing. I think at some level it's hard for him to believe he really hurts me, especially when he sees that I've come." "You come?" said Isabella. "Yes," said Felicia. "My body responds to all the other things he does at the same time and I come even while I'm in agony. It's a horrible feeling. He knows what I look like after I've come, and I can't hide it from him. He doesn't take my complaints seriously. I think that's why he won't agree to therapy." She began to cry softly. "It's hard for me to say this, but I may have to divorce him. I can't take much more of this." "So it's just the hands," said Isabella, ignoring Felicia's last statement. "Everything else is great." "Yes," said Felicia. "Have you tried using handcuffs on him?" Isabella asked. "What?" said Felicia. "If his hands are cuffed, he can't use them," said Isabella. "But wouldn't the metal hurt him?" asked Felicia. "Haven't you ever heard of restraints?" said Isabella. "They're handcuffs that are made out of cloth material. People use them all the time for sex." "They do?" said Felicity. "Well, the ones who are into bondage do," said her friend. "Anyway, they don't hurt you, but they restrain you just like the handcuffs the police use. You can find them online or at a sex store. Just put them on Nolan the next time you have sex and see if that helps." "I don't think he'd let me," said Felicia. "We've never done anything like that." "Well, there must be some way to get them on him," said Isabella. "You said he goes into a trance and doesn't know what's going on." "Yes," said Felicia. "I see what you're saying. I never thought about it, but when he's like that, I could do almost anything." Her eyes were still moist, but now they were wide open and glittering. A few nights later, they were in bed and Nolan began stroking her. She responded, and they were soon lost in pleasure. He used his tongue on her pussy until she came, and she used her mouth and hands on him until he was bucking like a bronco. She mounted him and began riding. That's when his hands began reaching for her. They went around her and began kneading her ass. Soon they began squeezing so hard that she was gasping from the pain. When his hands began working on her breasts, she reached under the pillow she had placed next to them and pulled out the restraints. As he was squeezing her breasts, she quickly put them on his wrists, attached a strap to connect them, took a deep breath and then pulled the strap tight and locked it. This held his hands together and made it easy to push them away from her. She continued riding him, and at first, he continued to respond, but when he tried to use his hands, she stopped him. He kept straining against the cuffs. She saw that he didn't realize what she had done. He made some unintelligible noises of frustration and stared at her with wide, unseeing eyes. Nolan stopped responding to her as she continued to ride him. His eyes focused on her as he came out of his trance. "What's happening?" he said. "What have you done to me?" He looked at the cuffs on his wrists. "You were starting to hurt me again," said Felicia. "So I stopped your hands by cuffing you." "Please take them off." "Of course," she said and removed them. He rubbed his wrists for a moment and shook his head. She watched him and said nothing. "I'm totally not aroused anymore," he said. "I'll bet you five dollars that I can get you aroused again." She won the bet, and soon they were in heat once more. But when his hands once more began their assault, she cuffed him again and the same thing happened. He struggled and eventually awoke from his trance. "Those things totally destroy the excitement," he said. "But I have to use them until we can come up something better. Let's try again. Maybe we can work this out." "I don't feel like trying," he said petulantly. She tried to caress him as they went to sleep, but he moved away from her. He didn't approach her again for more than a week, and when he did, he told her not to use the cuffs. "It's a total turn-off," he said. "All it does is make me angry." "You're angry? What about me? What you did to me was a lot worse than what I did to you. You are in denial about your problem, and I have no sympathy for you. "Maybe the cuffs aren't the solution to this problem, but at least they protect me. And maybe they can help me show you what the real problem is. I've been thinking about this, and I have an idea. Do you want to hear it, or would you rather just be angry and obstinate?" "OK, let's hear it," he said. "Anything is better than this." "You don't believe me about how you're hurting me," she said, "so the next time we make love, Isabella is going to be here with her camera filming us. Then I can show you, so you'll get some help." "That's nuts!" he said. "I don't want Isabella or anyone else watching us. I go along with almost anything you want to try, but that weirds me out." "There's more," she said. "If you start hurting me, I'll let you do it long enough for Isabella to record it, but then I'm going to put the cuffs on you. And then I'm going to try to make you feel what I've been feeling. If the video doesn't solve the problem, maybe the pain will." "All right," he said, "That's enough. Forget everything. I'm going downstairs to watch TV." Felicia looked at him as he left but decided not to say anything more. A couple of days later, out of the blue, he asked her, "What if I don't hurt you?" "What do you mean?" she said. "I know I zone out when we have sex, but I'm going to work on being more aware. As soon as you see me start to lose touch with reality, I want you to shake me and bring me back. Will you help me?" She hugged him. "Of course, I will, Nolan," she said. "I'm so happy you're finally taking this seriously. We're going to lick this thing one way or another." They began slowly, lightly touching each other and then stroking. She was in full arousal first. When she began working his penis and testicles with her hands, she saw him starting to drift off, so she stopped. For a moment, he didn't react, but then she saw him snap back to awareness. "What happened?" he said. "Your eyes were starting to glaze over," she said, "so I stopped." "All I felt was your hands, and then they stopped," he said. "Let's try again." They worked for two hours. By that time, they were both frustrated. Nolan wanted to attempt full intercourse, but Felicia said that had to wait until Isabella was there. She finally talked him into a 69 position, and both of them came quickly. The next three nights, they continued to try different ways to keep him in the real world, but Felicia realized that nothing was working. After much arguing about seeing a therapist, she gave him an ultimatum: either the therapist or Isabella. Isabella brought three cameras with her, along with two tripods and several standing lights. As she set up her equipment, she explained to Nolan and Felicia that she would be shooting them from two angles and two levels with the cameras mounted on tripods. Those camers would be synched to the camera in her hands, which she would use to shoot close-ups. Felicia wondered if Nolan was thinking the same thing she was, that Isabella was taking a lot of trouble for something so simple. She could tell Isabella was really excited about watching them have sex. She had a hard time keeping a straight face when Isabella explained to them that she did video filming and production for her company and that she was there as a professional and wasn't interested in anything they did except to make sure it was all captured in focus. They started slowly, and Nolan was nervous at first as Isabella circled them with her camera. But soon he forgot about her because he was concentrating on his hands and trying to be gentle as he stroked Felicia and she aroused him with her hands and mouth. She got on top of him and gave a quick nod to Isabella before she started to ride him. It didn't help to alert her, because when he started attacking her breasts, Isabella screamed and started to put the camera down to help Felicia. Felicia shook her head, mouthed the word "no" and continued riding him as he pulled and twisted and squeezed her breasts and her buttocks. The pain made her scream and cry, but somehow it was different because she was aware that everything was being filmed. After five minutes of punishment, she reached under the pillow and pulled out the restraints. She continued riding him, but gradually he stopped responding and began blinking his eyes. When he was back, he looked around and saw her, the restraints and Isabella filming them. "OK," he said, "you can take the cuffs off, and I'll watch the video." "Not yet, Nolan," she said. "You forgot what I told you. While I have you restrained, I'm going to do some things to you that I hope will make you understand what it feels like when you are hurting me with your hands. It can't be the exactly the same, because you're not a woman, but I hope it will give you some sense of it." "No," he said, "that's not necessary. Just show me the video." "I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm going to force this on you, just like you forced your hands on me before I found out how to restrain them. Don't try to get up." He did try anyway. He couldn't do anything with his hands, but he started moving his body to shake her off. As he began, Felicia rose off his soft penis and moved forward onto his stomach. "Keep filming all of this, Isabella," she shouted as she stood up and then sat down hard on his stomach. The air went out of him, and he groaned as she got up and stood on the bed straddling him, then jumped up and came down hard on his stomach again. She did this twice more as he tried to say something to her. After the fourth time, he was no longer moving, just gasping for air. "I'm sorry that was necessary, Nolan," she said, "but I needed to quiet you." He continued gasping as she lifted his locked hands up slowly and moved them back over his head, where they formed an arc. She lifted his right leg up. "Boy, that's heavy," she said, putting it down. He stared at her. His gasps were softer now, but he was still to weak to even attempt to resist. She attached a restraint onto his right ankle, grasped his leg again and used her whole body to push it back to where his hands formed the arc. She attached the ankle restraint to a loop on the right wrist restraint. Then she did the same thing with the other leg. She loosened the strap pulling his hands together. "They only need to be tight enough to keep your legs from swinging out," she said. "All done." She got up and looked at his body, which was curved around like a human wheel. He was starting to get his wind back and tried to move, but he couldn't do much. As if to show him how helpless he was, she used one hand and rolled his trussed-up body back and forth. "Listen to me, Nolan," she said. "The main reason you're in this position is it allows me to do whatever I want to without interference. "You squeeze my butt so hard that my skin gets red and bruised, I realized, and there's no way my little hands can hurt you like your big muscular hands hurt me. But I want you to get the feeling of the deep pain that goes through my entire body, so this will help me." She picked up a large round wooden paddle and held it in front of his face. Then with her left hand, she rolled him back so his butt was in the air and started hitting it with the paddle, swinging it as hard as she could. At first Nolan gritted his teach, but soon the loud slapping sounds made when the paddle connected were joined by his soft groans. His body started moving wildly, trying in vain to avoid the paddle. His groans became louder as the red marks on his butt began turning purple. She paddled until her arm was tired and then paused and looked at him. "Isabella, bring your camera up her and get his face," she said. He was sobbing uncontrollably, and then he screamed as she pulled his butt back again and resumed paddling. She listened to him and timed her blows with his sobs and screams, so the sound of the wood hitting his butt was magnified by his voice. At one point, he stopped screaming and, in between sobs, began begging for her to stop in a high whimpering voice. "That's what I was waiting for, Nolan," she said. "You're like a naughty child begging your daddy to stop your punishment. You've lost all your dignity." She continued paddling for another minute, and then she stopped and put aside the paddle. She stroked his rear, and he screamed. "That's how it feels, Nolan," she said. "Anything touching you there is going to be painful for at least a week. Cry as long as you want. Isabella is going to turn off the cameras, and we'll take a break." When Nolan stopped sobbing and looked around, Felicia was sitting in a chair by the bed and watching him. She stood up, turned to Isabella and said, "You can start rolling again." Then she turned back to Nolan. "You'll see on the video how you were grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard and pulling them from my chest and twisting them around. Since men don't have breasts, I can't do that to you, but men do have balls." While she was talking, she was using her hands to manipulate his testicles. Gradually, she closed them and began to squeeze. He began screaming and continued as she held them tightly and pulled them slowly back between his legs." "Do you feel the stretching as I'm pulling them back? Do you feel like they might be ripped right off your chest, I mean, ripped right off your crotch. It's a horrible feeling. But this is even worse." She began twisting his testicles and penis around with her hands. As they turned, his screams became higher and more piercing. "You think you'd rather be dead than endure one more twist like this, wouldn't you, Nolan? I think you get the idea." She finally let him loose and said, "All right, we're almost done. Remember, when you looked at me and saw that I had come, even though I told you I was in agony. How could I come if the pain was really that bad? You as much as said that to me. "Sometimes our body plays strange games. The worst feeling I've ever felt was when I was having an orgasm while you were torturing my breasts and butt. She grasped his penis tightly with one hand and began pulling it violently up and down. He moaned in pain, but gradually he became aroused. "Look at that," she said. "You must like it. No, Nolan, I don't mean that. I know you don't like it, but you're getting hard anyway." Her other hand began manipulating his balls, first softly, then more violently, pulling and squeezing like before. She let go began slapping his red butt, making him yell. He lost his erection. She stopped spanking him and began playing with his testicles again. All the while, she didn't stop pumping his penis, which started to get hard again. She started spanking him again, and the erection disappeared like before. She went through this cycle two more times and then stopped. "Hand me that container of lubricant, please Isabella," she said. She stuck a finger in the thick white paste and then inserted it into his anus. She began moving it slowly in and out." "Somewhere inside there is your prostrate," she said. All the while she continued to pump his penis. It was now red and raw, and even though she was no longer attacking his balls or spanking him, the pain from her tight hand was still making him shake and scream. The finger went slowly in and out of his anus while the hand abused his penis until Felicia shouted. "There it is! Look, Nolan, you just came, and you didn't even know it. The semen is coming out, but all you feel is pain. Look at it dribble! It doesn't feel like an orgasm, does it?" She squeezed her thumb and fingers tightly around the base of his penis and began to move them slowly to the end. As she did, she squeezed more semen out of him. "It's like you're cock is a tube of toothpaste," she said. "All that come was ready, but you couldn't ejaculate it because of the pain. Are you getting this, Isabella? After this, we're done." She leaned over and put her face next to Nolan's. "I'm going to help Isabella pack up, and then then I'll draw you a nice hot bath. It helped me a little." Mano a Mano Nolan did not talk to her for a few days, and she knew better than to say anything to him. Isabella called her up four days later sounding out of breath. She said that Felicia had to come over that night. She had never seen her friend as excited as she was when she opened the door. Isabella didn't offer her a drink and said only a few words as she dragged her to the living room and started playing the DVD she had created. For 20 minutes, there was no sound in the room except the sounds of her pain and then Nolan's. Felicia watched the video in fascination. She noticed that when she was watching herself torturing Nolan, she was getting aroused. "Do you want to see the raw footage?" asked Isabella. Felicia could barely say yes. They watched all the action from the different angles of each camera. When it was over, both of them were exhausted. Felicia had come a couple of times, even without touching herself. Once, when she looked over at Isabella, she saw her friend's legs spread and her hand under her dress. Isabella handed her the disk. "It's all on here," she said. Felicia stood up. "Thanks," she said and walked out in a daze. At home, she tried to interest Nolan in sex, but he pushed her away when they went to bed. She showed him the video the next day, and he was shocked when he saw what he was doing to her. But when it came to the part where she was abusing him, he left the room. For the next week, she tried to interest him in sex, but he wouldn't respond. So she watched the video and took care of herself. Finally, one night, he seemed a little receptive. "No handcuffs this time," he said, "no matter what." She was so aroused that she could barely open her mouth to say, "OK, only this time." Even before he entered her, she had one orgasm, and once they coupled, she quickly had another. As soon as he went into his trance, she used her finger in his anus to bring him off before he even reached for her breasts. Afterwards, they were both in a loving glow. It was great, she thought to herself, but it doesn't mean anything. I still don't know if he's cured. She found out the next time. He began hurting her with his hands again, but since she had agreed not to use the cuffs, all she could do was use her finger to get him off fast. It worked, but he came so soon that she never had an orgasm. Afterwards she watched the video Isabella had made and satisfied herself manually. Then she felt disgusted about doing it. This is not the way I want it to be, she thought. The next night, she told him what happened and that she wouldn't have sex with him again unless the cuffs were handy. He said that he would never agree to that again. She began crying and told him that in that case, they were finished. She didn't say anything more, and neither did he for a week. During that week, she watched the video every night. By the second night, she was no longer feeling guilty about what she had done to him. By the fourth night, she was feeling dreamy and satisfied. She began picturing things in her mind that she had never thought about before. She realized that she had seen them on the Internet, and she went to her computer. She spent a several hours surfing and did the same the following nights after she watched her video. During the days, when she wasn't busy, she found herself thinking about her video, the videos she was watching on the Internet and her relationship with Nolan. Sometimes she got scared by what she was thinking, but the thoughts wouldn't go away. She decided not to share them with Nolan. At dinner one night, she told him that she had made some decisions, and now he had to also. If he agreed with her plan, she was going to learn about videography from Isabella and buy a couple of cameras and some lights, which she'd set up in the bedroom every time they made love. Isabella would no longer be involved. If things went well, she'd just delete the recordings. But if he began hurting her, she would use the restraints, and she would show him the recording later to prove what he was doing. If he hurt her, she would retaliate again, but she would never again paddle him or torture his penis and testicles. There would be other things she would do to him that would be slightly less painful but maybe more humiliating. No, she wouldn't tell him what they were. The other alternative was to schedule an appointment with a therapist and show the video and see if there was a better way to cure him. (Look at him squirm, she thought. He's still not going for that.) Those were the only choices, except for separating, she said, unless he could come up with some better ideas. Neither of them said anything for a while. "You need to think about this," she said. "Let me know when you decide." A few days later, he agreed, and she began going over to Isabella's a couple of nights a week for her video education. She put him off whenever he approached her until a few weeks later, when he began nuzzling her. "Wait a minute," she said and got up and quickly set up the lights and the cameras on tripods. She had marked places for them on the floor. Everything was done and the videos were running within a couple of minutes. When she rejoined him, she lifted up some pillows and showed him the restraints but didn't say anything. He went slowly, and she didn't try to rush him. But eventually, he went into his zone and his eyes glazed over. He was on top of her. When his hands started hurting her, she let him go on for a couple of minutes, but through the pain, she was focusing on her plan, and after the cameras had recorded the proof of his abuse, she reached for the restraints. She didn't wait for him to awaken this time and quickly put him into the same position as he was in Isabella's video. Because he was still in his zone, he didn't resist, so she didn't have to jump on him to subdue him. It went smoothly. As she waited for him to wake up, she began thinking. Today, I'm going to pleasure his balls and cock with one hand, she said. But with my other hand, I'm going to push lots of lube into him and then push my fingers in. I'll start with one finger and slowly add more until finally I can get my whole hand inside, like those videos on the Internet. Then I'll find his prostrate and make him come. It will be an amazing video, but I can't let this one leave the house. Maybe I'll invite Isabella over to see it. The next time, no matter how he hurts me, I won't use the restraints and just bring him off fast. He'll think he's making progress. If I do this right, I can keep pretending he's making progress, while I make a lot of videos. Maybe I can get both hands into him. Maybe I can make him eat his come out of me or eat out my ass. I can to look on the Internet for more ideas . There are so many things to try. I'm sure eventually he'll realize he really isn't making progress and decide to go to a therapist and get cured. But by that time, I should have a whole library of videos I can watch even if he never hurts me again. As she was thinking these thoughts, Felicia felt ashamed of herself. She loved Nolan more than ever. Was it because he was going to give her sexual pleasure as she demeaned him? She didn't know, but she made a vow to herself. She would never tell him what she was going to do to him in the next few weeks, but once he agreed to go to a therapist, she would never hurt or demean him again, and she would find a thousand ways to make him the happiest man on earth. Wasn't that fair? Of course it was. For a few weeks of suffering, he would live the life of a king. She suddenly realized how hard it would be. Not humiliating him. The really hard part would be convincing herself that she hadn't turned into a monster.