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Bound Frustration (MF, bd)
by Anon PIXNIX Author (c) 1991

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	It started out innocently enough.  Or so Mary thought.  Tom had 
been hinting about this day all week, about how he had something special 
"planned for you, my sweetness!"  Every time he said that, he said with a 
grin.  That poker-faced type of grin that left Mary completely clueless 
not only about the content of his intentions, but even the very nature of 
them.  Something romantic?  Physical?  Sweet?  Or was he being "cruel" 
again?  He certainly was being cruel keeping her in suspence for the 
week, that's for sure.  When probed, all he would reveal was that he 
asked her to wear her long leather gloves, the ones that went up above 
her elbows, and her long leather boots, the ones that came up to mid-
thigh, this day.
	One thing was sure, the anticipation perked up their nights 
somewhat.  Only somewhat, though, as Mary would try to tease Tom's secret 
out, and he'd only grin back.  Then she'd threaten not to have sex with 
him if he didn't tell, to no avail.  Lately it was getting so that either 
one or the other would come home too tired or busy to be excited about 
anything, especially at night.  Was it just coincidence or was there 
something more?   But Tom knew the real reason, so to set up the scheme, 
he told her that today, he was going to make up for it.  All he'd tell 
her was his request for the strange attire.  
	But the request was there.  Mary usually didn't wear her boots 
unless it was snowing outside, so she made sure to clean off all the dirt 
and salt the day before.  So this morning, instead of waking him up with 
a good morning kiss, she snuck out of bed, took a shower, and put on her 
boots and gloves.  It felt strange to her, being naked while wearing 
these "outdoor" items.  In the past, she's tried various negliges and 
bathing suits, of which both their favorites turned out to be simple 
leotards or one-pieces.  But now, it was as if she was wearing the exact 
opposite, something that covered everything EXCEPT what was normally 
covered with her spandex.  She marveled at the insensitivity and coolness 
that her gloves gave her as she lightly explored that feeling on her 
body, thinking "well, I GUESS this could be sexy, if this is what he has 
in mind."  Feeling funny, she put on her robe, and then prepared 
breakfast.  With this she gently woke Tom.
	"Wow," said Tom, "breakfast in bed!"
	"And me with nothing on underneath!"
	"A double delight!" he said.  They both giggled a bit at this 
inside joke they had when they ordered a dish called "Double Delight" at 
a Chinese restaurant.  He noticed her covered hands and feet, and smiled 
even more.

	After the breakfast dishes, Tom led Mary to the den, where he 
turned around and started to kiss her.  The long, empassioned kind.  
Sometime during the kiss, the robe fell from her.  Eventually, they 
stopped when he took a broomstick from on top of the table behind her, 
held it horizontally behind her back, and guided her arms around behind 
the broomstick.
	"Hold this here." he whispered.
	She turned around as she watched him open the drawer of the table 
and take out a few lengths of clothesline.  "Ooo, bondage games!" she 
said with delight.  They've tried a few scenes before, nothing as wild as 
they've read on ASB, but enjoyable nevertheless.
	With one length he used to tie her elbows, which were crooked 
around the wooden bar behind her.  When he was finished, he asked her to 
see if she could move.  Her elbows were fixed in a slightly bent 
position, and because she wasn't all that flexible, her arms remained 
immobile, pressing the stick against her back.
	Smiling, he took out something and held it to her bottom lip.  
"What?" she tried to say, but as she opened her mouth to form the "ah" 
sound, he started gently pressing the round object in.  He kept pressing 
and she kept giving, all the while her lips working frantically around 
the gag.  Finally, when the ball gag was all the way in, he buckled it 
behind her head.  It wasn't a particularly large gag, it fit almost all 
the way in her mouth, leaving about a third of it exposed through her 
front teeth.  "Why are you doing this?" she tried to say, but the only 
sounds that came out were mewing sounds.  "Mewing sounds!" she though.  
"How humiliating!"  She couldn't believe what was happening to her.  When 
they played before, they've always had a lot of fun talking, "why's he 
gagging me now?"
	Tom went to one end of the room and sat in his easy chair.  He 
looked at her, smiling.  She glared at him, then frantically shook around 
for a while, trying to get free.  She only managed to free some hair, a 
few of which strands fell in front of her eyes.  She couldn't even shake 
the hair from her eyes!  "And that bastard's enjoying this!" she thought 
with disgust.  No matter how she struggled, it was as if that stick 
behind her back was now part of her body.  She could get rid of it like 
she could get rid of her own arm.  It was humiliating, the stick 
following her movements like a shadow, constantly reminding her of her 
impotence, not even able to say anything.
	"You look beautiful when you're angry!" he cheerfully said.  
"Ugh!" was all she could reply, in frustration.  She stamped her foot.  
Nothing much, she thought, but at least it's something.  To her, it was a 
little bit better than being totally impotent.  But just a little bit.  
Even then, the practically useless stamp, and the tingling soreness from 
that foot after the stamp, served to remind her of her shame.
	Tom pointed to another spot on the floor and told Mary "go over 
there."  Mary shook her head in defiance.  Tom's face changed from 
grinning to one of mock anger.  "GO OVER THERE!"  Actually, that made 
Mary feel a little better, at least even helpless like this, she could 
still get even a bit by annoying Tom.  But then Tom just got up and tied 
a length of rope to the stick and sat back down, nonchalantly holding the 
other end.  He asked again "Are you going to go over there?"  Defiantly 
Mary shook her head, while trying to smirk.
	Tom pulled on the rope, drawing Mary towards him.  In her high-
heeled boots, she couldn't put up much resistance, so she found herself 
being helplessly pulled towards Tom.  While still sitting in his easy 
chair, Tom swung her around so that she was facing him, exposed.  "My, 
you have a wet pussy." he laughed.  Mary couldn't take the embarassment.  
Here she was, exposed, helpless and frustrated, and all those emotions 
sent tingling sensations to her sensitive areas.  She wanted to ignore 
those sensations, but now that Tom just pointed out the state of her 
vagina, she couldn't ignore those feelings.  She somehow felt betrayed by 
her own body.  What was even more degrading was how he was laughing, as 
if he knew.  Or at least knew it would bother her.  She felt like a slut.
	He licked his lips and started fondling her breasts.  Mary is a 
bit on the full-figured side, which her breasts reflected fully. As a 
result, they frequently received a lot of attention.  Now the sensations 
could not be ignored at all.  The tensions, and the sensations, worked on 
her and she finally gave up trying to resist.  But as she started giving 
in to her arousal, he stopped.  "Not even close!" she thought in 
frustration, "just a few minutes more!"  She tried to lean forward to 
him, in hopes that he'd continue.  But no, he just sent her back out into 
the middle of the room.  He laughed as she tried to touch herself, but it 
was frustrating that her hands could come to within inches of relief, no 
matter how she twisted or stretched.  "So close, yet so far away!" he 
laughed.
	"What a jerk!" she thought, as she sneered at him.  At least, she 
tried to manage a sneer around the gag.  Tom noticed the attempt and, 
feigning annoyance again, pulled her over to him.  This time after 
arousing her again, he tied her hands together in front of her.  The 
rope, stretched tautly between her hands, cut into her soft flesh of her 
abdomen, further restricting what little movement her hands now had.  
With a few more squeezes of her breasts and strokes and pinches of her 
nipples, he sent her back to the middle of the room.
	Tom reveled in the visual display Mary was giving him, as she 
continued to struggle despite the now total rigidity of her upper body.  
It was fun to keep her frustrated in this way, fishing her back, arousing 
her, then humiliating her by making her go wherever he wanted.  Each time 
he fished her back, he noticed how much more obviously damp her vulva 
became.  He made fun of his "trained animal," making the visible flush in 
Mary's face more noticable.
	Tom then used a length of rope to tie around her torso, making 
several loops above and below her breasts, digging into and pinning her 
upper arms to her body.  "Why's he DOING this?" she thought, "I'm 
helpless enough as it is, this tie doesn't do anything..."  As if reading 
her mind, Tom lightly slapped and jiggled her breasts, making her more 
aware of how the increased pressure has engorged more blood into her 
breasts and nipples, making them a bit more sensitive now.  Mary looked 
with disgust at how the ropes cut into her feminine beauty.  "Not that I 
had much before," she thought.  But now the sight of the base of her 
breasts pinched, and their sagging more than usual, infuriated her.
	Taking advantage of her predicament, Tom again fondled her 
breasts, and then watched them fall back down.  He sent her back to the 
middle of the room.  This time as Mary struggled briefly, her now pinched 
breasts flopped around more than ever.  Each time they slapped back 
against her torso, the feeling of increased tension and mass served as 
another reminder to her of her situation.  When Mary stopped, Tom tucked 
a pencil under the fold of each of her breasts, and facetiously remarked 
how well they stayed up.  Infuriated, Mary shook and shook until the 
pencils dislodged and fell, rather have the feelings of her bound breasts 
than the added humiliation of being a pencil holder.
	"Oh, so you want them UP, eh?" Tom sarcastically said.  Mary 
looked at him wide-eyed, at once filled with anger, and fear of what he 
meant by that.  Taking the piece of rope that was dangling from her 
breast ties, he once again encircled her breasts, this time digging in 
right through the middle, at nipple level.  As he tightened this rope, 
the groove it made in her breasts increased until it became a crevice, 
cutting her boobs in two.  Her nipples, still hard, peaked just above the 
breast-rope.  Her mouth was extremely busy with the gag as he made this 
last tie.  She couldn't believe her sensations now, the intensity at this 
level sent waves of electricity shooting through her body, down her back, 
through her pelvis and around her vulva.  As the tingling swept through 
her legs, the realization that she hasn't sat down for a while now and 
the tiredness of her legs made her tense those up, increasing the overall 
tingling sensations.  As a reflex action, her arms tensed up, that action 
plus the impedence of her binds sent shivers back up her spine and 
through her arms.  She couldn't decide if this was pleasureable, or just 
plain annoying.  Pleasure so intense that it was unbearable?  Or 
pleasureable pain?
	Tom noticed the immediate effect of the tie, was that her vagina 
had become so wet, a small, slow trickle started down her leg.  With his 
finger, he pressed into the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh and 
proceeded up, scooping up some of the sweet nectar.  As he did this she 
crossed her knees, trying to press her thighs together, but the 
combination of trying to balance on a high heel and the way the boots 
molded her flesh prevented her in succeeding to stop him.  "Well, what do 
we have here?" he mocked, holding the finger in front of her, and then 
sucking it.  He caught a glimpse of tears welling up in her eyes before 
she rolled her eyes back and shut them, looking away from him.  He 
grabbed her firmly by the back of her neck and turned her head to face 
him.
	With her eyes still closed, he said with a stern voice "Listen, 
now I'm going to go out for a little while.  While I'm gone you are not 
to sit in my chair.  Understand?"  Strangely, these words comforted her a 
bit.  Here she was, fighting back tears, these humiliating tears.  Why 
were there tears?  Was her embarrassment that intense?  "UNDERSTAND??" he 
repeated, in a lounder voice.  She quickly nodded her head, "yes, yes, 
just go away, please" she thought.
	While he was gone, Mary had a chance to recover a bit.  Her tears 
subsided, and she was thankful for his absence, at least for a while.  
For a while she also struggled with trying to dislodge her rope that cut 
into her breasts.  At least now they didn't flop around anymore, but the 
pressure that the rope had on her nipples was excruciating.  "Just half 
an inch, that's all I have to move it..." she kept repeating to herself 
as she twisted and tried contorting her body.  But no luck, her whole 
upper body was just as rigid as before, all she could do was move her 
neck and wiggle her fingers.  "At least I can still walk" she said to 
herself.  Not that she could walk anywhere.  Tom locked the door on his 
way out.  And the ache in her legs became more noticable, as she 
increased the tempo of shifting her weight, trying to relieve the 
soreness.  If she wanted to sit, there was the floor.  The only chair in 
the room was Tom's chair, and she was warned against sitting in it.  Mary 
wasn't a good girl, but she knew better than to disobey.  Tom's fertile 
imagination had thought of cruel and unusual punishments before.
	She caught a glimpse of herself in the shiny part of a lamp while 
she paced.  The sight of herself made her at once wince and clench her 
teeth around the gag.  "I look like a four-boobed beast" she spitefully 
said to herself.  "Where IS that buffoon, anyway?"  Mary found herself 
strangely starting to miss Tom, if anything at least for the company.  A 
sardonic Tom was better than no Tom at all.  At least he'd keep her mind 
off her aches.
	The click of the door being unlocked and opened made Mary jump a 
bit.  The sight of Tom entering with another stick confirmed her worst 
fears; he seldom did anything in halves.  Her anticipation ended when he 
made her stand in the middle of the room and spread her legs.  Tom then 
proceeded to tie the stick to the back of her ankles, keeping them 
spread.  If she felt totally helpless before, she felt even more so now.  
She knew better than to kick, though, for the way she was spread wouldn't 
have been very effective, and at this point to kick was to invite 
trouble.  She wasn't spread particularly wide, only about twice shoulder 
width apart, but since Mary had never been very flexible to begin with, 
she felt stretched.  And at the same time awkward and vulnerable.  
Especially combined with the way her whole upper torso was stiff with her 
back arched.  Even the small privilege of being able to shift her weight 
had been denied her.
	When Tom was finished, she tried to take a few steps.  A futile 
attempt, more of a symbolic protest against her increasing impotence, 
than anything else.  Each step was barely an inch, but Mary knew that 
right now, a fall would hurt.  When she turned her head to Tom, all she 
saw was his smiling, mocking face.  "Still have a bit of kick in you, eh?  
I'll put that to good use!" said Tom, in that tone of voice that Mary was 
beginning to learn to cringe from.
	He tied one end of a length of rope to the middle of the leg-
splitter bar, and looped the other end over the top of the bands of rope 
that was securing her upper arms.  Pulling down to get rid of the slack, 
Tom noticed Mary manage a gasp through her gag as the pressure on her 
breasts increased.  Keeping the rope taut, Tom threaded the rope between 
the crack of her ass, between the lips of her labia, under the rope 
between her wrists, until finally looping around her breast ropes in 
front.  As he pulled down on the rope to tighten this bond, he watched 
her struggle, first trying to arch her back backwards, then forwards, but 
finding no way to relieve the tension.
	She found out that she could bear down a little by bending her 
knees ever so slightly, that was all she could manage.  But when she did, 
his constant pulling on the untied rope took away the slack.  "Stupid 
move," she thought.  When she looked up, she saw him looking at her.  She 
returned the look with a glare, as he tightened the rope some more.  He 
finally tied off the rope at her midriff between her breasts, bunching 
the once-parallel bands of rope binding her breasts into one thick 
bundle.  Then he walked back to his chair and sat down to watch her.
	Mary's mind was racing with all the new tensions.  Besides her 
breasts now being more tight than ever, every breath she took she felt on 
her neather parts.  Suddenly she realized that any movement she made now, 
made her aware of her split vulva.  She couldn't completely straighten 
out her knees anymore due to the pressure of the crotch strap; any 
twisting she made changed slightly the direction of pressure on all her 
sensitive spots on her perineum.  Even the waving of her wrists, the most 
insignificant of movements, changed the tension her wrist ropes had on 
the crotch strap.  About the only thing left to move, her neck, she threw 
back in frustration and shame, only to find that the slight change in her 
posture due to that motion likewise made her aware of her sex.  Her sex.  
"Damn him, why does he humiliate me so?" she thought with audible mews 
through the gag.  She saw him sitting in his chair, looking at her, with 
that same rotten grin on his face.  Just that, looking at her.  "What 
does he expect me to do?" she asked herself.  Not that she could do 
anything besides stand there, with barely noticible outward signs of 
struggling.
	Eventually Mary's legs became so sore from standing in that 
slightly bent position that she decided to try to ignore this new tie and 
straighten them.  As she did so, she clenched her gag and stiffened her 
body as the act cut deeper into her lower body.  Despite her tensing her 
gluteals, anus and vagina into rock-hard structures, she couldn't help 
but be more aware of the unbreakable cord pressing on them, violating her 
most intimate areas.  The sounds of her grunt and heavy breathing during 
the exersion were interrupted by clapping.
	Tom was clapping.  She glared at him with a "You bastard" glare, 
as he sarcastically complimented her on her effort.  He could see the 
slight but obvious lift in her moist crotch with the exersion, as well as 
the beginnings of two riverlettes of trickles down both her legs.  He got 
up and massaged her thighs, spreading the thick goo on her skin.  Now the 
coolness of a larger area of her moist skin spoke again to her of her 
violation and humiliation.  She could barely keep her balance like this, 
much less struggle in symbolic protest.
	With a gasp of surprise, Tom then leaned her backwards, and gently 
lowered her to the ground.  Though his arms were strong, Mary felt a 
momentary thrill of instability, as if flying through space in a roller-
coaster.
	The bonds felt different to her now that she lay supine.  The 
gelatinous masses that are her breasts no longer felt the pull of gravity 
caudaly against the breast rope; now it's as if the pressure was on a 
different angle.  She could bend her legs a little more th relieve the 
strain on her nether areas, though in order to do that she had to spread 
her knees.  "Offering your pussy to me?  Aww, how nice." came another one 
of Tom's infuriating remarks.  With a blush (was she now more prone to 
blushing while laying down? she asked herself) she tried to straighten 
her legs.
	A nagging sensation began to take its toll.  While lying on the 
ground, the stick that was sandwiched between her elbows and back was now 
pressing into her back and upper arms due to her weight.  It wasn't 
exactly cutting off her circulation, and her corpulence saved her from 
the first few minutes, but now the agony was noticably unbearable.  She 
tried to sit up.  Not normally flexible, she was even less so now with 
her legs spread as much as they were.  Furthermore, when she reached with 
heroic effort halfway into a sitting position, the crotch rope rode up 
and tightened.  With her stomach muscles screaming to stop the exersion, 
and with the increased pressure and violation on her crotch area, she 
stopped and tried to lower herself down, gently.
	She rested for a little while, but the ache in her arms and back 
from the pole returned.  She tried to bend her legs and then sit up.  She 
tried to bend her legs as much as she could, but because of the high 
heels of her boots, she couldn't get her feet flat on the floor, much 
less dig her heels in to the carpet to stabilize her.  She got up quite a 
ways farther this time, though she was still leaning back a little due to 
the strain.  She tried to bend her knees just a little more, and then sit 
up just a little more, until finally she realized that it wasn't so much 
the tight crotch rope that prevented her from sitting up fully, as it was 
just that she wasn't flexible enough to sit up.  Confounded, she slowly 
lay back down.
	She lay on the ground exhausted, breathing heavily, the only 
activity possible at the moment.  Even her breathing seemed especially 
loud, probably due to her supine position, which only testified to her 
total helplessness.  But eventually the pressure from her elbow-pole 
became a bit too much to bear again.  "No!" she thought and mumbled out, 
as she flexed her knees and tried to dig her heels into the carpet out of 
frustration.  She realized that if she arched her back while digging into 
the carpet, she could alleviate the discomfort in her arms and back a 
bit.  She thrust her pelvis up, trying to "walk in" her heels, bending 
one knee while pressing with the other heel, then digging in with that 
first heel while bending the other knee, etc. while increasing the 
pressure on her upper shoulders and the back of her neck.  It was 
difficult to keep her balance this way, especially since she could only 
use the high heels of her boots, but eventually she worked her feet in 
enough to touch the ground with the balls of her feet.
	For a while, it was more comfortable, not to mention more stable, 
in this position, especially since in this position the crotch rope was 
so slack that the relief alone felt like heaven.  But heaven reared its 
ugly head when eventually the strain on her back, shoulders, neck and 
thigh muscles made even that position uncomfortable.  As she slid back 
down to relieve the tension, all the old tensions came infuriatingly 
back.  "Is there no comfortable position here?" she lamented to herself. 
"Does he know what pain this tie's causing me?" she wondered, tilting her 
head, looking for Tom.  Though strangely she realized that he hadn't been 
verbally humiliating her while in this position, his knowing look gave 
her the answer.  "He knows, he knows!  That bastard!"
	He knew, more than she, as he could read in her eyes it was time 
to stop.  He sat her up and, positioning himself behind her to gently 
cradle her torso in his arms, looked into her eyes and whispered "poor 
Mary, to have suffered so for so long."  Then as he kissed her on the 
cheek and gently stroked the other side of her face and neck with a 
finger, her eyes welled up with tears.  The tears mirrored the deep 
conflict that was raging inside Mary.  When she first experienced it so 
many years ago, it was so scary and reprehensible that they've 
misinterpreted it so many times.  Was it Mary trying to resolve her love 
for her tormenter?  Was she just crazy?  But now they both knew what was 
going on, that Mary, her life before Tom, had been very "pure."  That's 
the way she grew up, always striving to do good and shun evil, and that 
pleasure with any man was evil, leading to a lot of inhibitions in Mary 
even after marriage to Tom.  "I'm a GOOD girl!" she thought, as tears 
started flowing freely now.  Throughout the scene, what Tom did to her 
was a representation of her inner bound frustration against her 
inhibitions.  The misrepresentations before only served to alienate 
herself from Tom and inhibit herself even more.  Tom only forced her to 
confront the part of her that's been repressing her life, the monstrous 
part that occasionally re-emerged.
	And now, as she leaned back against Tom's chest and pelvis, 
feeling his comfort and gentleness through his fluffy robe as they rocked 
back and forth, with his hardness against her lower back, she felt 
somehow at peace, no longer in pain, somehow free.  Somehow, the way Tom 
was stroking and cradling her, she felt safe, loved.  And when her tears 
subsided, and her sensual side resurfaced, victorious over her 
inhibitions, Tom took off her gag.  She started to say something when Tom 
put a finger to her lips, and whispered "shhhh. shh.  I took off your gag 
for a reason, not to talk.  We're going to try something completely 
different this time.  Groan when you gotta."  With the last four words 
she stiffened at the surge of excitement that suddenly shot through her.  
It wasn't exactly talking dirty, but Tom could be so powerful with these 
subliminal suggestions.  Something definitely was happening to her, for 
even her crotch rope, which was tight even with her legs bent, felt nice.  
"Snug?" she thought to herself.  He seemed to acknowledge this 
transformation in her. 
	While his arms were still around her, he gently stroked both 
nipples as he kissed her on her neck.  She gasped, practically right in 
his ear with his head down on her neck.  She started to appologize as he 
embraced her head with an arm and whispered "shh, sh-sh, that's all 
right, keep it up when you have to.  I want to experience every gasp and 
moan of your pleasure."
	For what seemed like hours they just stayed in that position as 
they rocked, with his strokes on the nipple progressing to slight pinches 
to twists and pulls, his kisses turning to caresses to deep sucks and 
licks to nibbles to bites, and her gasps turning to moans to finally 
deep-throated screams of pure pleasure.  As her excitement built she was 
glad he had tied her so securely, even though this caused her 
frustration, this time of not being able to stimulate herself as much as 
she liked.  She kicked, trying to provoke an orgasm within herself with 
the crotch rope while her upper torso was sensitized beyond belief.  
Though she was glad she could at least do this, she wished he hadn't 
split her like this so that he could at least enter her or put in 
something.  Anything.  The conflicts in her mind now were, in their own 
way, delicious.
	Tom slowed down a bit as he opened his robe, then resumed arousing 
her with his mouth and hands.  Now as they rocked back and forth she 
could feel his skin, his body, rubbing against her back.  His hardness 
was laying squished between his lower abdomen and her lower back, and she 
could now hear him intermittently groaning as well when her rocking body 
rubbed against his tender underside of his penis.
	Finally, as if a secret signal had been given, he stopped rocking 
and held her nipples.  Then he slowly pulled and stretched them.  He 
could feel her tense and try to arch her back even further.  As her gasps 
subsided he pulled a little bit farther.  Normally with her large breasts 
it'd be hard to stretch just the nipples to the point he was stretching, 
but the rope under her nipples helped.  She kicked a little and threw her 
head back, gasps comming more frequent as he rolled the now inch long 
nipples hard between his thumbs and forefingers.  As she calmed down 
somewhat again he gently pulled even harder.  She couldn't believe the 
sensations she was experiencing now as her head, while still back, rolled 
from side to side.  When she rolled to one side, she buried her face into 
his hair, breathing in his manly smell as he pulled even harder.  He 
could feel her hard breathing on the back of his neck and see her legs 
kicking while he pulled and pulled.
	Then, all of a sudden, it happened.  A vague connection between 
her nipples and her nether parts suddenly became acutely perceptible as 
what felt like lightening shot through, tensing every one of her muscles 
as she breathed a gasping, soft but high pitched orgasm.  She didn't 
notice her legs straightening out all the way.  At this time, Tom quickly 
pulled her nipple rope down and squeezed her breasts, engorging her 
nipples with blood.  She spasmed again with an even more intense orgasm.

	When she caught her breath again and had some semblance of 
consciousness, with her eyes still closed, she whispered to Tom, "thank 
you..." and after a few more gasps, more softly, "release..."

					Epilogue

	"Wow, that WAS special!" Mary said, happily.  Tom could only 
smile in reply as he went about the long task of untying her.
	"You know what it was?" he asked.
	"It was wonderful," she replied.
	"This was the first time you came without either one of us 
touching your clit."
	She blushed.  Whether it was from the way he said the word "clit" 
or from the discovery of something that was true of her, she didn't know.  
She instinctively tried to reach down, in realization, but as her arms 
were the first bonds, they would be the last to be untied.  Tom was still 
unwrapping her torso ropes.
	"Oh, but did that rope down there count?" she asked, in a 
flirtatious and innocent grin.
	"Did it rub?"
	"No, but it was kind of tight."  She was thinking of other 
lushious times he played with a crotch rope on her.
	"Nice?"
	After Tom finished untying her and ceremoniously flung her arm 
pole on to his chair, she turned to him and, kissing him, said "I should 
relieve YOU now, you poor thing.  I know how much you love to play like 
this."
	"No need," he said, lightly pushing Mary away a bit and showing 
her a glistening wet spot on his abdomen, a bit below his navel.  Then he 
reached behind her and rubbed an almost-dry sticky puddle on her lower 
back where his penis lay during the session.
	"Wow, I didn't even NOTICE!"
	"Neither did I until I pulled away from you.  Mary, you were 
INTENSE!"
	"How did it happen?"
	"You didn't notice because when it came out, we were so hot that 
it was the same temperature.  I didn't notice because I was so in tune 
with YOUR shivering, and I guess it kind of dwarfed mine..."
	"Do we really have to wait ANOTHER month before playing our 
'Confront the Inhibition' game again?" Mary asked with mock pouting, 
reaching down to her still unsatisfied region between her legs.  Now it 
was her turn to send messages to Tom, whose semi-flacidness started to 
respond and intensify to her words and gesture.
	"Well, we can go into the bedroom now and improvise something..." he 
said, as they walked out of the den arm-in-arm.

				*** The End ***

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