****** The Quest Room by Del Edwards ******
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The Quest Room


Copyright 1997 Del Edwards (a nom de plume)

Over coffee and Danish in the kitchen she informed me she didn't have any
appointments until two in the afternoon. She suggested that I wear just a robe,
take my coffee and go up to the second floor guestroom and wait for her. I
complied.

It was a good fifteen minutes before she passed by the open doorway going
toward the bathroom next to the guest room where I was lounging on the bed,
watching the breeze rise and fall, stirring the leaves on the trees just beyond
the balcony outside the sliding glass doors. Both her arms were full, cradling
several items but she passed so quickly I only got a glimpse of her. She was
wearing a lot of black but I could see skin too.

I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand and savored the luxury of a
long and leisurely session of sensuality with me as the center of her attention
... it was only a little after nine in the morning.

She moved into the room slowly, carrying ropes in one hand and four leather
cuffs in the other. She lay the cuffs on the dresser and then raised the ropes
above her head, extended her arm toward me and released them so they fell on
top of my feet at the foot of the bed. There was an impish smile on her face.
The black bra and high cut bikini panties were not a matched set. The panties
were kind of an open weave lace while the bra was glossy satin. It needed to be
substantial to contain and support her large breasts. Black lace-topped thigh
high stockings and black high heels completed the ensemble. Her rapid shallow
breathing showed me she was excited. She shrugged one shoulder and then the
other, as if she was trying to throw off some tension or anxiety. I was
enjoying not being sure exactly what was going to happen next. She picked up
the leather cuffs and moved to the right side of the bed and eased down into a
sitting position. After buckling cuffs to each of my wrists, she rose and moved
to the foot of the bed where she stood while attaching cuffs to each of my
ankles. She began to hum to herself while she knotted one of the ropes to a
ring on the cuff attached to my left ankle. After moving my left foot to the
corner of the bed, she got down on her hands and knees to secure the rope to
the bed frame. She repeated the procedure with my left wrist, tying it to the
post of the headboard. Finally, she used a large satin scarf to blindfold me.
"Roll onto your left side and think about what might be coming next" she
instructed as she left the room."

I heard the bathtub spigot running for a couple of minutes and a short time
later I could hear her back in the room with me. I felt the robe being pulled
off my right leg and hip. After a short pause something smooth and slippery was
pleasing and teasing my anus. A small grunting sound escaped my lips when she
pushed the enema tip into me. Once the walnut-size lump of body putty was
inside me, there was very little sensation that I had been invaded, but I knew
that would change soon.

I could feel her working with the cuff on my right wrist. Then my right arm was
pulled near the headboard post and tethered. Soon my right leg was
unceremoniously yanked to the right foot of the bed and tied off. I was excited
to be so helpless and vulnerable to her any whim. I heard the sliding door open
and felt the warm breeze move across my body. Then there was another sensation
of movement as the liquid began to flow into me. I felt her coming onto the bed
and her hands were on my testicles. Then there was a new kind of pressure as
she tightened the cord around the base of my scrotum.

The warmth of her mouth enveloped my penis and her tongue flickered along the
underside of the head as I grew erect. Her lips were sliding up and down the
shaft and every few strokes she would leave just the head in her mouth and
tease the underside with her tongue.

Almost without varying the rhythm, she added her hand to the stroking and there
was the aroma of lilac in the air as she added baby oil to her saliva. I felt
the tension in my body building as she stroked my shaft and used her thumb to
stimulate the under side of the head. A long stroke down and then her hand
would be gone for a second only to cup itself around the head while her thumb
caused a burning frenzy. I was thrusting involuntarily with my hips and
moaning. She slowed the strokes and shortened the time she thumbed the
underside of the head. She was toying with me, drawing it out, teasing very
lightly now. I was moaning and hissing, thrusting at the pleasure source I
could not see. The almost unbearable pleasure ratcheted even higher until my
whole groin ached and my penis was about to explode. Suddenly the strokes
became faster and firmer. She was pulling me over the edge into excruciating
pleasure. I issued one long animal scream that lasted the length of the spasms
of ejaculation.

But her hand did not stop. My body convulsed as ecstasy turned to pain and I
strained against the restraints to escape. Finally her hand became still. I
felt a tug at the base of my scrotum as she released the cord that had bound
me. I became aware of the fullness of my bowel and the great urgency to release
that pressure as she systematically yanked loose the bowknots that had secured
me spread-eagle on the bed. I moved quickly but gingerly, with an ass clamped
waddle to the toilet and experienced another gushing release, accompanied by
chills and a sense weakness.

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