Mary's Little Experiment
by anon1940
Predictability in a marriage may be comforting, but it tends
to dampen the excitement, particularly the sexual excitement,
attending the blissful period of discovery and familiarization
through which a marriage passes. Mary and my marriage had passed
through that phase and had entered the comfortable, if somewhat dull,
stage in which each of us could predict, with considerable and
increasing accuracy, what to expect from the other. Thus, it should
be easy to understand my shock when, upon returning home from work
one day, Amanda greeted my arrival in a fashion which I would have
never predicted.
There, in the middle of the living room, sat
Mary on the rug. Having assumed one of the yoga positions she had
learned at her health club, she appeared to be in a state of deep
meditation, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she wore no
clothes. She sat bolt upright, with her legs crossed so that
the tops her feet rested on her thighs and her generous rump spread
to cushion her weight. In this position, her posture was
perfect: her shoulders straight, her breasts riding high on her
chest, her waist sucked in, and her lower belly firmly held in a
pleasingly rounded contour.
When I approached close enough to
examine her in greater detail, I realized that, although she wore no
clothes, she was not completely naked. Around her neck ran a
thin strip of cloth whose ends were attached to her breasts by a pair
of tiny clamps, one on each of her fully erect nipples.
Without crushing her nipples, the clamps were sufficiently secure
that her necklace exerted a constant pull on her nipples, lifting her
breasts with each breath that she took. In addition, circling
her waist was a narrow leather belt which was drawn so tight that it
dug into the flesh beneath.
Although her eyes were open, for
several minutes Mary was either unaware of my presence or chose to
ignore it. Instead, she simply continued her meditation,
keeping her lowered eyes focused on her upturned hands which lay in
her lap next to her feet. Finally raising her bent head with care to
avoid further stress on her already stretched nipples, she smiled at
me and asked ``Do you like what you see? Anticipating your
return, I assumed this pose more than half an hour ago. At
first I did not know whether I would be able to tolerate the
incessant pull on my nipples and the belt digging into my tummy.
However, by now I am accustomed to both, having wiled away the time
thinking about the image I must make and your reaction to it.
For some time, I have noticed that you no longer have the fascination
with my body that you once had. When I became aware of this
fact, my initial reaction was one of resignation tinged with anger.
However, after awhile, I recognized that your lack of interest was
completely natural. Even if intimacy does not always breed
contempt, it dulls the edge of excitement which comes from exploring
the unfamiliar. Hence, I decided that if I were going to
reignite your passion, I would have to reintroduce the unfamiliar
into our erotic lives. As you can see, I did more than come to
that decision, I have now acted on it. I can only hope that I
have done so in way which will have the desired effect."
Thoroughly
moved by Mary's words, I leaned over and planted a kiss on her
trembling lips. ``Mary, my dear, you need have no concern about
the success of your decision. Even during the torrid nights
which we spent together before you were my wife, I cannot remember
being as totally enthralled by you as I am at this instant. Not
only do I find your body more enticing than ever before, I am greatly
excited by my recognition that its present perfection is, at least in
part, the consequence of suffering which you have imposed on
yourself. In fact, your success is so complete that, pending
your agreement, I intend to ravage you here and now."
Fully expecting that Mary would be more than ready to accept
my plan, I was taken aback by her reply. ``Oh no, I am not the
only one who is going to suffer for the sake of our sex lives.
You have to make a contribution too. From the bulge in the
region of your crotch, I can tell that you are prepared to carry out
your intention. However, I think that, like me, you should have
to postpone your pleasure. For this reason, I want you to go
into the bedroom and remove all your clothes. When you call to
me, I will join you so that we can continue our mutual
seduction."
Somewhat miffed, but nonetheless intrigued, I
left her kneeling in the living room and retired to the bedroom.
When I had undressed and freshened up a bit, I sat on the edge of the
bed and told Mary that I was ready. I had assumed that she would
have removed her accessories before joining me. However, once
again she surprised me. Walking with measured
steps, she
entered the bedroom with her head held high and her shoulders held
back. It was clear that she had done nothing to reduce the tug
on her nipples. On the contrary, with each step that she took,
her suspended breasts bobbed and jiggled while the belt cinching her
waist alternately disappeared into and reappeared from the groove
which it had dug into her flesh.
Placing herself between my knees
with her lower belly inches from my face, Mary said ``For starters, I
want you to torture my breasts. As you can well imagine, their
captivity in these clamps has made my nipples exquisitely sensitive.
I want you to exacerbate their plight by slapping the sides of my
breasts so that they swing back and forth in their makeshift
brassiere. I am both intrigued to find out how they will
respond and scared that my fortitude may fail when they pull against
their moorings."
Excited as I was by her request, I knew
that her choice of the word ``torture" was apt, even if it was
an exaggeration of the treatment which she prescribed for her
breasts. Under any circumstances, I was loath to cause her
pain, and my reservations were only increased by my gratitude to her
for the sacrifices she had already made on our behalf. Thus it
was with considerable concern that I raised my hands to her waiting
breasts and began a rhythmic slapping of them, alternating sides and
timing my blows so the struck breast had come to rest before
administering the next slap to the other.
Mary's breasts are
of moderate size. They retain their youthful firmness but have
the acquired the pleasing shape which comes with maturity.
Thus, normally they would have hung from her chest in a graceful arc,
their tender undersides assuming a gentle concave curve running from
their point of attachment to her aureole, with her nipples pointing
directly forward. However, the pull on her nipples forced her
breasts higher than usual and lifted their undersides into an exposed
position. As became immediately obvious, these alterations in
their shape increased their vulnerability and augmented their
sensitivity to the treatment they were receiving. Even though
my blows were gentle, with each slap Mary released a plaintiff
sigh
and rocked back on her heels in an instinctive attempt to take her
breasts out of harm's way. Nonetheless, as soon as she had
absorbed the pain in the struck breast, she brought her body forward
to make the other breast available.
As I continued, Mary's
response underwent an interesting change. Although the pain I
was inflicting did not diminish, her suffering did. Instead of
withdrawing her body, she began moving it in deliciously erotic
undulations. Pivoting on her hips, she thrust her belly against my
face and rocked her pelvis in a way that accentuated the bisection of
her body by the belt around her middle. In fact, by the time
that I finished, she had transformed her role from that of victim to
that of seductress, a role which she clearly relished.
Stepping
back, Mary stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and a wide
smile on her face. Somewhat winded, it took her some time to
recover, and her now pink breasts tugged against their moorings with
every breath she took. When her breathing returned to normal,
she knelt in front of me and asked me to release her nipples.
Knowing that they would sting after their imprisonment, I proceeded
with care, removing the clamps slowly so that the return of blood to
her nipples would not be too sudden. Once the clamps were off,
Mary rose to her feet and went to her dressing table, where she
soothed her abused breasts by first applying a thin layer of skin
cream and then, after the cream had been absorbed, a fine coat of
powder.
Returning to the bed, Mary placed her hands on my
shoulders and maneuvered me into a prone position on my back.
She then climbed aboard, straddling my hips and leaning forward until
her breasts brushed against my face and her hair formed a tent
enclosing our heads. Needless to say, by this time I was
anticipating that we would bring our love making to a climax, but
once again Mary made it clear that she would not relinquish control
over the program which she had so carefully orchestrated. ``It is
time to reverse our roles and for me to torment you a little.
My breasts have been sorely tried and need your attention.
While you are giving them the loving care they deserve, I want to
persecute your gloriously erect penis. Instead of taking it
inside me, I am going capture it in my vulva and use my pelvis to
work it against your belly. Having your penis bent forward
under my weight will be both painful and frustrating for you.
However, you are not to vent your frustration on my breasts.
Instead, you are to learn, as I did, what pleasure there is in
allowing your body to be used for the satisfaction of someone other
than yourself. Only when I am convinced that you have learned
your lesson will I let you enter me, at which point I doubt that
either of us will want to control what comes next."
Sitting
back up, Mary shifted her groin so that her labia sheathed my
erection and slowly bent my penis forward, capturing its tip between
the point of her pelvic bone and my stomach. When she had it in
the position she wanted, she lowered her upper body until her nipples
grazed my lips. Then, smiling at my pained expression, she said
``Now your education begins."
Without delay Mary began
persecuting my penis. Using skills I had never suspected she
possessed, she manipulated my penis with her pelvis, intuitively
knowing when it was becoming numb and shifting just enough to deny me
any relief. All the while, I caressed her powdered breasts with
my hands and lathed her nipples with my tongue, barely resisting the
temptation to retaliate for the suffering she was causing me.
Not
satisfied that I was learning my lesson properly, Mary started
lecturing me on the joys of immolation in the pursuit of sexual
gratification. ``You are now experiencing the same tension that
I had while you were slapping my breasts. By making your
erection the source of your pain, I am forcing you to deal with a
sort of ambiguity which I doubt you ever felt before. On the
one hand, you resent the pain I am imposing on you. On the
other hand, in spite of that pain, you are so excited by what I am
doing to you that your penis continues to harden even though its
growth increases its vulnerability. As we both know, you could
easily overpower me and make me stop, but instead you allow me to
continue. I experienced the same ambivalence when, after having
one breast slapped, I forced myself to present the other.
Remember, `what's good for the goose is good for the
gander.'"
Having delivered her lecture, Mary renewed her
attack on my distended penis but remained silent. After what
seemed to me like hours of continuous torment, I began to appreciate
the wisdom of her words. My sense of resentment receded and was
replaced by a sense of elation at the thought that I was making this
sacrifice for our mutual benefit. It had been clear to me all
along that, by grinding her clitoris against my trapped penis,
Mary was enjoying the opportunity to use my sexual apparatus for her
own pleasure, a pleasure that I had been feeling she did not deserve
at my expense. Now I recognized that she was only using my body
in the same way I had often used hers. ``What's good for the
goose ..." kept resonating in my mind.
At last Mary
relented and embedded my grateful penis deep inside her waiting
body. After all our elaborate preparations, only a few minutes
had passed before we both were engulfed in an orgasm of a strength
and duration which we had not experienced for a long time.
When
our sexual excitement began to subside, Mary snuggled her front
against my side and said ``I trust that you enjoyed our experiment as
much as I did. Keeping the fire burning requires some effort
from time to time. At the moment, the flames are high, but I
will keep this belt nipping at my waist in case they need a little
fanning later on."