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Mike and Ann
Part 2
June, 1985
- The Preparation -
I have prepared very carefully for this because I want her
to enter into it without realizing what was going to
happen. It must be built up to the point that she was
seething in uncontrollable passion by late evening.
I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where
she would not find them until I wished her to. I also went
to a local sex shop and bought some "toys" that would be
used later on in the evening. Before going off to work I
let her know how much I loved her and made certain advances
to seal the words. I whispered in her ear that "tonight
would be a very special night." and left home for work.
When I arrived, I made the first of the phone calls home.
"Hon, I want you to look in my top drawer. I love you!"
was all that I said and hung up.
The first note that she found read as follows:
Dearest Ann:
I want to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way.
However there is a condition attached to it. You must make
a decision to trust me completely and do everything I tell
you to do without question or argument. If you agree
please call me back and tell me that you do. No questions
are allowed, just your agreement.
Love, Michael.
Within a minute I had my call. Her voice was alive with
excitement ans anticipation! She tested the rule just
once, but I ignored the question as if she never spoke it.
Knowing what was coming excited me.
"Wonderful, darling. Now look under my pillow. I love
you!", was all that I said and hung up the phone.
The second note was more to the point. It was more a
letter then a note that said:
Dearest Ann:
You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever
known. At times it hurts me that we do not find the
passion that we once knew. All that is over now and we are
about to rediscover each other in new ways. This day is
yours. Tonight you will know delights that you have never
before known. Your body will tremble with a passion for
pleasure that will only be fulfilled as the night wears on
and only when you desire it to be.
You, my dear, are my most prized possession. I want to
possess you totally and to do this, you must give me the
gift of yourself, for nothing that is not given freely can
truly be possessed. I want you to yield yourself to me
completely and without question. I am relying on your
trust for you to know that I would not do anything that
hurt or endangered you in the least.
I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It
is erotic and sensual and drives me crazy. The softness of
your breasts, the hardening of your nipples as I suck on
them, the warmth of your pussy and its sweet taste feeds my
fervor for you. I know the wanton fires that burn inside
you as we make love. Tonight you will feel them all the
more.
Before you go on reading this, Ann, please go to the
bedroom, take off your clothes - no questions, you have
already agreed to do what I say. Lay on the bed and while
you continue reading, I want you to explore your body with
your hand as if it were me doing it for you. I want you to
feel your own womanhood and all that gives me pleasure. Do
it now before you read the next page.
The note continued on the next page.
As I write this to you, Ann, I am aroused to the point
where it is difficult to concentrate. My mind is filled
with the sensuality of your body and our love. I burn with
desire to make love to you now. I can imagine your soft,
supple breasts as they yield to the pressure of my hands.
I can almost feel the nipples as they swell and harden to
my touch. I picture your legs slowly spreading to await my
touch. I know how sensitive your breasts are, how they
seem to be connected directly to your clitoris. I see you
in my mind as you move with passion while I suck each of
your nipples into my mouth and delight in their taste and
texture. Ann, close your eyes now and use your hands to
explore your breasts as you imagine me there with you. Try
to feel what I am feeling right now! Do not touch your
pussy -yet!
I wish that I was there now, dearest. But I will wait
until this evening. Now, Ann. Just as I would do, let
your hand stray over your tummy, do it slowly, let yourself
go and let your desire build. Feel your own soft flesh.
Experience my feelings as I thrill to the softness and try
to resist touching your moist sex. When I am doing this, I
can begin to smell your muskiness that is so sweet and
wonderful. It is so hard for me not to just move right to
the center of your pleasure, and mine!
Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair. Then lift
your leg so that you can trace your fingertips over the
soft flesh of your inner thigh. Start at your knee and
move slowly towards your pussy. As you move your hand from
one leg to the other, let your fingers lightly touch your
swollen clit, not for long, just a quick teasing touch.
Now the other thigh. Do the same and imagine my mouth
there, teasing and nibbling your soft inner leg, moving
towards your pussy, licking in tiny circles. Close your
eyes, hon, let your mind go. Think of my love for you and
the passion that builds within us as we slowly build
towards the ultimate fulfillment. I want you to let
yourself dream for a few minutes, let your rapture build!
Close your eyes and let go!
Ann, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me
want you the most. Your sweet feminine sex. Let your hand
move between your legs. Feel the smooth moistened flesh.
Let your fingers glide over your sex, Ann. Your pussy is
wet and ready for orgasm. It has prepared itself for
pleasure, and it is almost time. Use two fingers and put
them inside you to moisten them with your own sweet juices.
Now spread them a little and move your hand upward to let
them caress your clit on either side of its tiny sensitive
shaft. Feel how swollen it is? Feel the shock wave of
pleasure as you stroke it ever so gently. Oh, Ann, how
wonderful you taste when I kiss you there. How soft the
flesh as I gently suck the folds between my lips. It is so
incredibly silky and warm there. Your pussy is the center
of both of our passion, a lovely and wondrous place -
bringing us both rapturous enjoyment. I love to feel its
pliability as I move my tongue over its glistening
smoothness. I love to feel you react as I probe into you
with my tongue, how you move against my face.
I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Ann. Let
your mind and body go now. Use your hand to bring yourself
to orgasm. Think of the passion we have together. Feel
the growing sensations as your clitoris tries to hide from
the coming explosion. Feel the contractions as they mount
in intensity, building deep within you and rippling out
with ever increasing intense pleasure. You are rising now,
Ann to the ultimate voluptuousness. Your body will soon
explode with all of the built up passion into sheer
orgasmic satisfaction. I wish I could see your face at
this minute, Ann. I love you so very much. I ache to be
in you now, hon. Let it go, now. Do it for me, Ann. Let
me feel your ardor over the distance. Reach out to me with
your mind and body. Come Ann! Let it happen! Close your
eyes now and let it happen!
(on the last page)
Dearest Ann, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting
in my office imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed
and the pleasure is beyond description. Call me and tell
me what you felt!
I love you. Michael.
And call she did.
When Ann called me, it was evident from her breathlessness
that she had done what I asked her to. She was close to
tears as she thanked me for what I had done to her with the
letter. She told me how she had totally lost herself in
the passion aroused by my words. I told her that I loved
her and indicated that the best was still to come.
She said, "Hon, I am ready for anything you want. I love
you! I really wish you were home now."
"Ann," I replied, "go to my grey suit hanging in my closet.
On the inside of my jacket there is another note in the
pocket. I will talk to you later on. And, Ann, thank you
for your obedience."
Then I hung up. I was now having a hard time not leaving
work to go home to her. This was amazing! I was getting
so much pleasure out of this. It was working because I
felt the same giddiness that I had felt when we were first
married.
The next note read as follows:
My Darling Ann:
Take the time now to take a long hot bath. Pamper
yourself. You have the rest of the day to think about what
pleasures await you this evening. I can promise you that
you will experience the utmost in sexual thrills. Your
body must be ready for me as well as your mind. Tonight
you will be kept in constant awareness of your feminine
beauty. For now, enjoy your bath and think of tonight.
This is what you are to do to prepare yourself for our
evening. Please do not question, just do as you are told.
When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay
naked until you complete what I have for you to do. After
you are finished with your bath, please look in my blue
overnight bag. In it you will find a box. Open the box
and you will find further instructions. Now go and take
your bath, Ann. I wish I was there to wash you.
Love, Michael"
Ann was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood
naked, reading the note that followed. It read:
Darling Ann:
Your nakedness is easy to imagine. I can visualize you
standing there reading this. Desire builds again! But we
will have time for that later on. For now, you will see
that in the box with this note are four black nylon straps
attached to velvet lined leather cuffs. I want you to tie
the straps, one to each corner of the bed. It is here
where you will be made helpless later on this evening.
There is also a length of rope in the box. Pass it under
the bed about two thirds down from the head board. Bring
the ends up and lay them on the bed. This rope will be
used to tie your knees apart, totally opening you up to me.
Finally, there is a black silk scarf, it is to be your
blindfold. Place it on the pillows.
As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it
will be like to be tied helpless to our bed, totally
exposed for my pleasure. Imagine yourself, naked and
helpless, unable to escape the manipulation of your body.
Your breasts will be exposed, unprotected by your arms, as
your wrists are tied to the headboard unable to respond to
you. Your legs splayed wide,exposing your pussy to
whatever I feel like doing to it. You will be unable to
close your legs to prevent whatever I decide to do.
What will I do? Well, your imagination can devise answers,
but you won't know until it happens. And even then you
will only be able to guess at what is causing the pleasure
because your eyes will be covered by the blindfold. You
will not be able to see anything that I am preparing to do
to you. When it happens, it will be a complete surprise.
Suffice it to say, that all has been designed to bring you
to the point of uncontrollable passion!
Now, my dearest Ann. After you have prepared the bed, I
want you to get dressed. However, you are to wear my
favorite skirt and that white silky blouse I love on you!
Wear one of your new bras that unhook in the front and you
are NOT to wear any panties. A garter belt and stockings
are to be all you wear under your skirt. I want you to be
aware of your sensuality all day long.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I want you to go to the store
and get the following items, two 8 oz porterhouse steaks, a
dozen large shrimp, some pate', frozen raspberries, and
some sour cream. In case you thought of it, the answer is
"no!". You will not wear panties out to the store either.
On the way home, stop by the office. When you arrive, I
want you to come in and close and lock the door behind you.
I will tell my secretary that we do not wish to be
disturbed. You will come to my side and lift your skirt to
your waist in the front. I want to see that you obeyed.
If you are a good girl, Ann, I will allow you to have an
orgasm there. I will help you with my mouth! Think of
this while you shop.
Please be here by 3 pm at the latest. I love you, Ann.
Michael - The Office -
Ann arrived at my office right on time. She looked lovely.
She was slightly flushed and I could see in her eyes that
she was aching for my touch. Without a word, she walked to
my chair and bent to kiss me, it was a passionate kiss,
filled with promise.
Then she stood and with a quick glance at the door, she
began to gather her dress to her waist. She did this
slowly as her breathing came faster and a little more
heavily. I looked, not at her uncovered legs, but into her
eyes as she raised her skirt to expose her obedience. I
knew when she had it totally drawn up because her eyes now
begged me to touch her.
"Please", was all that she murmured as I let my gaze fall
on her white satin-framed pussy, the garter belt providing
that extra erotic stimulus.
I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to
spread her legs which she did immediately. I let my hand
roam over the soft upper thighs and tickled the flesh on
the inside of her legs. Then suddenly I cupped her entire
pussy in my hand and pushed a finger between the
down-covered outer lips. Her pussy seemed burning hot as I
heard her moan with obvious delight. My finger sank into
her, meeting no resistance because of the wetness that had
even soaked her soft brown hair.
I withdrew my hand and looked into her eyes again as I
licked the sweet juices from my finger. Then I stood and
turned her so that she sat on the edge of my desk with her
tip-toes just touching the floor.
I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. I pulled the
soft fabric back enough to expose her breasts. I could see
that her nipples were swollen and aroused. She pulled me
to her and tried to push my face to her breast. I resisted
and told her to be still. I would decide what was to
happen. She groaned and looked at me, her eyes begging me
to make love to her.
While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told
my secretary that we were busy and not to disturb us. Ann
looked at me terrified. She knew that the implication of
the call was that we were doing something at which we did
not want to be caught, she would have to pass by Ida on the
way out.
I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you
could leave right now, if you wish!" She shook her head
"no" and I moved to her and caressed her breasts. I heard
the hiss of her breath as my hands found her warm mounds of
flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her hands on my
head to guide my mouth to her.
"Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the
desk, "Do not move again, or I will stop."
Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being
allowed to complete the pleasure she had spent the last two
hours imagining. I knelt before her and brought my mouth
to her right thigh. It was hot and flushed. I felt the
quiver as my tongue began to slide over her skin. Each
inch of her inner thighs from the top of the stockings to
the place where her aching pussy opened for my kiss was
slowly explored. I could see how wet she was and the
struggle that she was having to keep her hips still. I
could see her swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue
exaggerated to redness against the brown curls that framed
them. I let my tongue flick over them as I moved from leg
to leg. Then I stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green
eyes.
"Ann, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to
do to you."
Ann had never been able to express herself when discussing
sex.
She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came
out was the word, "Please!".
"Not good enough, Ann, you know very well what you want me
to do. Ask me to do it for you, Ann."
She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please
eat me."
Not wanting to loose the moment I let it go at that, she
would learn to be a lot more graphic before the night was
over. With that I moved back to take her to the height of
pleasure that she ached for. My mouth found her softness
as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner petals into my
mouth. My tongue danced swiftly over her blood-engorged
clit. I found myself drinking in her sweet juices in as
they flowed from her warm pussy in response to my mouth's
movements. I felt her tremble as the first wave of tiny
orgasms erupted within her. I could feel the spasms as
they alternately pulled the muscles and let them relax. I
heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth, lost
in the sensations rippling through the center of her being.
Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk
in a useless effort to remain still. I told her to caress
her breasts. She did so quickly as I helped her through a
series of orgasms that would leave her almost unable to
stand up afterwards. Her hands squeezed her breasts and
her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched
her back and pushed herself to my face. Finally the over
taxed sexual nerves detonated into a sexual frenzy of their
own and released their pent-up energies into a tremendous
orgasm that caused Ann to bite her hand in order not to
scream.
When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close
to me and kissed her lips tenderly and softly.
"Go home now, dear. Relax and I will see you at about
6:30. I love you very much Ann. You are a wonderful
lover!"
She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too.
I want this to last forever. Thank you so much for this
wonderful day."
I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly
and carelessly walked past Ida.
As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I
did the new dimension that we were allowing ourselves to
enter into in our sex lives. Ann seemed so natural in her
role that I regretted momentarily not having explored this
with her long before. But the regret was short lived - I
was happy that the time was here now. I gave her about ten
minutes to arrive home before I called her again. This
time there was to be no note at all, just verbal
instructions.
"Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear
tonight." I said as she answered the phone on the first
ring.
"Oh!" was her only reply.
"I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed.
You will wear them and also the gift that I placed in your
bottom drawer this morning. That is all you are to wear.
Is that understood, Ann?", I asked.
"Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you.", she responded
as I hung up the phone and tried to go back to my work. As
it turned out, it was a useless effort on my part. Visions
of my "slave" haunted my every thought and to attempt to
discard them was impossible. I struggled to contain myself
and not leave work early. Finally I busied myself planning
out the final details of the evening.
I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and
found my "present". It consisted of a narrow leather
collar and a gold waist chain which I am sure she would not
figure out how to wear. It was designed to pass around the
waist and through a small loop in the back. The end of the
chain was then brought through the legs and fastened in
front. It was adjustable and could be pulled tighter if
one desired. The chain went between her legs and snuggled
between her pussy lips. I would be very surprised if she
wore it right!
- Arriving Home -
Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts.
It was 6:15 and time to leave for home. If you have ever
driven somewhere only to realize when you arrive, that you
do not remember the drive, then you know how I felt when I
arrived! I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts. I
knew that the intensity of the evening would require a
great deal of control on my part. After the stimulation of
the day, I wanted to -- Wait! That is an idea. I got out
of the car, walked to the door and opened it. Suddenly,
Ann appeared in the doorway to the living room. She was
naked except for the collar and cuffs and the chain was
dangling at her side after one turn around the waist.
I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to
where she stood. Without saying a word, I lifted her and
carried her to a chair. Bending her over the back of the
chair, I placed her hands on the arms and once more told
her to stay still. I walked behind her and stroked the
smooth curves of her ass. I let my hand glide between the
satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to her pussy which was
already moist. Without saying a word, I took her roughly
from behind. I was unable to contain myself and from the
moment I entered her I was out of control from the days
pent-up passion.
I heard her as she responded to my use of her body. She
began to thrust her hips backwards in rhythm to my forward
movements. She began to make almost animalistic noises in
her throat as she let herself experience the force of my
desire. I could feel the muscles in the walls of her
vagina as they grabbed at my thrusting cock. It was all
that I needed and as I began to explode, I heard her
scream, "Oh, my god! Please come! Fill me, Michael. I'm
coming. Harder, I'm coming." I exploded inside her and
felt as if my knees would buckle out from underneath me.
As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing. She turned
and dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She
moved on me keeping my erection alive for a few more
minutes. I lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly
and spoke for the first time.
"You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann. Do you know
that?", I asked.
She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her
head imperceptibly. I reached to her chin and raised her
head.
"You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel
like a woman when I entered you just now?" There were
tears in her eyes causing them to sparkle.
"Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so sexually alive.", she
answered.
"Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am
proud to be with you. I see the way other men look at you.
You are a sexually erotic woman. You are to learn to be
contented in that fact. Now come shower with me."
We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon
straps securely fastened to the four corners of the bed,
the rope ends protruding from either side and the blindfold
neatly laid out on the pillow. I undressed and turned to
Ann. I undid the cuffs and the collar and took the chain
from her waist.
"You will learn how to wear this later, Ann." I said as I
led her to the shower and adjusted the water to slightly
hotter then our skin.
- The Shower -
Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us
both. I could feel the tension draining from my body as I
held Ann close to me. Soaping her down was always a
pleasure, but this evening it took on new meaning as I
gently pushed aside the shower's spray and covered her with
soap. I could feel my passion rising again as I hugged her
and felt the curves of her body press against mine, the
soap providing that frictionless smoothness which heightens
the senses ans sets the entire nervous system on fire. She
turned in my arms and I felt my erection slide between her
cheeks. She reached back putting her arm around my neck
and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing me deeper into her
soft flesh. She rocked back and forth and I felt myself
climbing towards orgasm again.
Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering
herself so that my hardness was pressing against the tiny
opening. She pressed and I put my arms around her waist to
help her keep her balance. Suddenly I felt myself slide
inside her. She moaned as if it hurt her and I stopped
moving until she began to press once more. Then I was
totally inside her. She turned her face up and back and I
met her lips with mine. She leaned forward and placed her
hands on the wall as I grabbed her hips and started
thrusting in and out of her tight hole. Soap was running
between her cheeks making each stroke easier and smoother.
I reached around her with one hand and began to stroke her
clit. Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against
me with more violence.
The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my
zeal even further. I reached for her breasts and felt them
slip through my hands as she moved faster now. They were
slippery and difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in an
effort to keep them in my hands. The nipples were hard and
Ann was lost in her own world of pleasure as her hand slid
between her legs to tease her clit into an orgasm.
Suddenly it was over. We both felt ourselves move into
that world void of all else except focus on the center of
sexual release.
The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and
as she turned to hold on to me, we sank to our knees and
let the warm water splash over our exhausted bodies. We
knelt there for what seemed like an hour, kissing and
caressing each other. Suddenly the water began to turn
cold and brought us both back to reality.
I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over
as I did. As I dried each leg I let my mouth cover her
pussy and gave soft, silky licks to the pink flesh peeking
out from between the folds of her outer lips. She trembled
and stroked my face.
Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again
placed the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I put
the collar around her neck and picked up the chain. When I
pulled the loose end between her legs she jumped a little
and smiled at her own lack of imagination in wearing it
before.I knelt and spread her lips again moving the chain
between them, kissed her there again and got my robe.
- Dinner Lesson -
Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else
women do to make them feel more desirable. While she was
doing this I went down to the kitchen to put the finishing
touches on the Scampi and char broil the steaks. When I
walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the
table for a romantic dinner for two, candles and all. I
opened the bottle of wine and settled down at the table to
await her appearance.
Ann came down glowing. She came to the chair and on her
own lowered her eyes and stood with her hands by her side,
saying nothing. I took the time to drink in her sexiness.
Her lightly tanned skin giving way to the milky white
bikini line, accentuated her breasts and lower tummy. Her
soft brown pubic hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a
small triangle pointing to her sex and just a hint of
blushing pink showed at its apex. She was obviously still
in an excited state. I reached out and with a moistened
finger, slid between the folds causing her to jump slightly
at the touch.
"Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, more then any other time in my life.", was her
quick reply.
"That is wonderful, Ann. You are more then sexy, love, you
are all that female sexuality is about.", I replied.
Looking at her did not even make her nervous now. I drank
in the sight of her naked form. The black collar with its
ring in the front, the black bands on her wrists and ankles
and the tiny gold chain speaking volumes to me on her
submission.
There she stood, totally fresh, erotic, sensual and
completely available to me. It was then I realized that,
while I may seem in control, this woman, whom I loved
dearly, was actually in control of me.
Everything about her made me realize that there could be no
other woman that could do to me what she was doing now. I
was falling, charmed into complete worship of her entire
person-hood. In asking her to devote herself to me, I
received a gift from her which I now must handle with all
the love and care that is possible. I was caught and
hopelessly imprisoned by her dedication and love for me.
Ironic as it was, by becoming her master, I had become her
slave.
Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every
move drove me further into the turmoil of primal urges. It
was all that I could do to keep my hands off her while we
sat and discussed what had already happened. It seemed
that even though Ann was intimidated by this at first, she
had found release in knowing that she was not in control.
It seemed that it gave her "permission" of sorts to let
herself go and release herself to sensual pleasures. I was
delighted to hear her able to express herself in this way.
I talked to her and told her how I had felt and thanked her
once more for her gift.
Now would come the difficult part. I wanted to make the
roles we were playing be consistent with the idea of a
master-slave relationship. I was still a little scared
that pushing the fantasy too far may have an adverse
effect, but decided to risk it. While Ann cleaned up the
kitchen, I began to watch for some foolish thing that I
could "blame" and punish her for. When I found it, it was
foolish - for sure.
"Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to
serve coffee. Not only did you ignore my request, but you
act as if you never heard it!", I said knowing full well
that she could not have heard what I did not request.
"You didn't ask for coffee.", she answered.
"Ann, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you?
You must understand that I was serious when I asked you for
unquestioned obedience. Please come over here and kneel at
my feet, Ann."
Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure
of what I was going to do. She looked into my eyes as if
to say "Be gentle", as she knelt on the floor.
"Ann, raise your hands above your head, please." I said
this very softly but without a hint of emotion. She did so
hesitantly, lifting her breasts as her arms went higher. I
reached to her and as I explained what I expected of her
once more I let my hands glide over the twin globes
presented to me in such an unprotected way. Suddenly I
took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and
pinched them. It was mildly painful, but not enough to
even make Ann cry out. In fact she moaned softly and
looked at me with love written in her eyes. I asked her if
she understood and she replied with a nod of her head.
Again I pinched her and told her that verbal answers were
required when I spoke to her.
"Yes, Michael, I understand.", she said.
Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of
the evening would be considered training for our new
positions in our relationship. As I talked I had her stand
and indicated that she should spread her legs. I reached
between them and felt that she was totally turned on now,
responding amazingly to the whole situation. I continued
to talk to her while petting and stroking her pussy. My
fingers were soaked. She listened as if in a trance. I
told her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for what
she wanted and not be afraid to tell me in exact terms, her
thoughts, desires and needs. I led her upstairs to the
bedroom.
- Ann's Captivity Begins -
Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into
the bedroom. Later she would tell me how her thoughts
carried her into mild panic that afternoon when she had
prepared the bed for this night. She knew that I would
never do anything to harm her, but it was unimaginable to
her that she should be tied there helpless to hide, conceal
or defend her body in any way.
Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt
sexy while naked and that she had feared feeling like a
fool by complying with my desires. Not that she wasn't
capable of passion, for she was to an extreme, but not
until she crossed some remote threshold of ecstasy that
broke the barriers, she never believed that she was capable
of arousing erotic desires with her body.
As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and allowed
some other mental image of the perfect woman to stand in
the way of her awareness of what she was to me. Ann was
about to learn that she was all that I needed or desired in
a woman. She was about to come to terms with her own
eroticism and sensuality. Ann would know soon, that I
loved her exactly as she was. The only change I wanted in
here was her knowledge that she was my woman and capable of
fulfilling all that I could ever desire in a life's
partner.
Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched
her shoulder and pushed her once more to her knees. I took
the blindfold and carefully arranged it so that she could
see no light.
I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Ann, you and
I have had a relationship that has grown stale in some
ways. We have not been able to trust each other with our
innermost secrets and desires. We have, until now, not
expressed our needs or wants for fear that somehow we would
be rejected. I have risked a lot in this experiment, and
so have you. Now it is too late to turn back even if we
wanted to. I am going to bring you pleasure beyond
anything that you have known so far. Tonight is just the
beginning of our new life together. Tonight by becoming my
slave, you will find total freedom!"
With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and
laid her on the bed. I gently took her hand and after
kissing it and caressing it, pulled it taut and fed the
nylon strap through the steel ring on the cuff. I then did
the same to the other hand. Walking to the center of the
bed, I took the rope that was passed under the bed and tied
a loop around her right leg just above the knee and then
went to the other side and did the same pulling them open
so that her knees almost touched the mattress. I then
secured the anklets to the nylon ties at the foot of the
bed.
Ann was now tied in such a way that she could not close her
legs or move her arms. I then took a pillow and raising
her hips tucked it under her lifting her shapely behind off
the bed.
I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound
unless I gave her permission.
"Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?", I said to which she
responded "Yes." in a whimper-like voice. That was
greeted with a slap across her raised behind and again the
command, "Not a sound!".
This time Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss
to each breast and on her mouth. When I kissed her, the
hunger in her mouth was evident as she struggled to prolong
the contact. She was looking for reassurance. I gave it
to her!
As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of
satisfaction that I had never known overtook me. Here
before me on the bed, tied and helpless was the form of the
faceless woman of my fantasies. Wonderfully erotic in her
helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious
womanhood, and animalistically arousing in her nakedness,
she had me in fully in her power and I would never be the
same again. I was helpless before her charms and
hypnotized by her wanton beauty.
I moved to the bedside and sat next to her. Next to the
bed was a small bottle of scented and flavored massage oil.
I took the bottle and began with her right arm. After
pouring the oil on it, I began to rub it into each tiny
area of exposed skin. The oil got warm when rubbed or
blown on, as a matter of fact it got hot. I blew softly on
it, heating it up and then used my tongues in soft velvety
licks to remove the oil from her wrist. Next I did the
same to her shoulders and neck. For the next hour I busied
myself covering every square inch of exposed skin with the
exception of her breasts, inner thighs and her pussy. I
momentarily touched her there and she was dripping wet with
desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Ann.
Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her
breast, being careful not to touch the nipple. I spent a
long time gently massaging and blowing on the slick skin,
heating the oil and sensing her reaction. Each time Ann
would move to try to get me to suckle her swollen nipple,
she would receive instead a pinch instead. I was lost in
the softness of her beautiful breasts and the textures that
I seemed to newly discover with each passing moment.
Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I
stopped and asked her, "Ann, what would you like me to do
for you now? You can talk to me, hon."
"Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!", she said.
Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not
give in.
Instead I said, "Ann, you have to be specific. I know what
you want and you know what you want. Why can't you tell
me? I will not continue until you do.", to emphasize this
I reached down and cupped her soft, wet mound in my hand
momentarily. Ann instantly moved herself against it and I
pulled away.
"My god, Michael, I need you. Please!", she said. I said
nothing. I moved from the bed to a lounge chair and sat
quietly.
"Michael?" Ann said after a minute, "Michael, where are
you?" Again I was silent.
Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for
the first time that she was indeed helpless. After 10
minutes of not answering, I walked quietly to the bedside
once more.
I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You
wish me to continue the massage?"
"Oh yes, please, Michael, please.", Ann was frantic in her
answer.
I took the oil and smoothed some of it on her inner thigh
from the knee to where the flesh curves inward to form the
outer lips of her pussy.
With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and
blow on the oil. Then ever so slowly began to lick it off
of her working upward until I got to those soft folds of
down covered flesh. Momentarily I let my tongue flick over
her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh, where I began
the process all over again. By the time I had once more
reached her wide open pussy, her own juices were visibly
coating her cheeks and some had already stained the pillow.
Ann was delirious now. She began bucking to reach my face,
but I avoided all but the briefest touches to her sex. Ann
began to plead with me now in earnest.
"Michael, please eat me. Please touch my pussy, Michael, I
can't take this any longer! Let me come, Michael, please
let me come.", she was almost crying now.
As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed
her full on her spread pussy lips. I poured some oil on it
and watched the fluid as it ran over her mound, flowed
across her swollen inner lips and into her open vagina, to
mix with her own sweet juices. Ann hissed thru her teeth
as she moved her hips trying to contain her passion which
was about to explode in uncontrollable wantonness.
I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the
oil. I could feel the heat from her pussy as it combined
with her own. She let out a cry at the sensations I was
causing her to experience.
"Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me
wait any longer.", she cried out.
I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural
lubricant from her exposed sex. She shook violently each
time that I touched the fleshy hood covering her clit.
Shock waves of pleasure shot thru her body as she thrusted
her hips and tried to grind her pussy into my face. I did
not allow that yet, but kept distance enough so that only
the tip of my tongue touched her.
Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris
and biting ever so gently took it into my mouth and flicked
across it with my tongue. I had never seen Ann react this
way before. She became an animal and her cries matched her
fury.
I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot
letting her press downward and move against them. I felt
her muscles tighten and loosen in spasmodic contractions as
she began her orgasm. It was like a string of
firecrackers. One after another they came each one more
violent then the one before. I used my tongue to tease her
clit as it attempted to withdraw from direct stimulation.
Licking each side of the tiny shaft, rolling it between my
lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay still.
I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs. She turned to
me and her lips, swollen from her own biting, parted for a
deep hungering kiss. She then moved her mouth to taste her
own passion which was on my face still. I had never been
with this Ann. This was a whole new woman, a whole new
adventure in sexuality.
After that, I released her and we made slow, passionate
love.
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