A Detail of Intimacy

A Detail of intimacy – by Aussiegirl and H Dean 

 

Chapter 8

 

Once they were in the house, Tom kissed her gently and pulled her skirt back down for her.  For the next few hours, they relaxed in front of an old favourite movie, his arm wrapped around her.  They laughed and talked of old times, until the credits began to roll and he sat her up to look at him.

 

“I need you to be ready, naked, in my room in five minutes.”  Marie understood that her break was over and that the new Tom she was getting to know was back. Walking up the stairs, she felt a shiver run through her, though she wasn’t sure if it was from fear or excitement. It took her no time at all to undress, so she used the extra time to check her appearance and use the bathroom.  She had just returned to the room when he entered.

 

He saw her standing; waiting for him with what he thought was a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes.  He watched her expression change as he laid the items he intended to use on the bed. He had already put down his coils of rope, the clamps, the weights and a riding crop. He saved the harness gag for last, knowing that just the look of it was enough to intimidate many of the women he had used it on in the past.

 

He was not wrong, as her eyes grew wide as he held it up for her to see. When she went to speak, he placed his finger over her mouth. He spent the next few minutes putting the gag on her, the ball held firmly in place by the array of straps covering her face.  He checked the tightness of the gag before buckling the strap under her chin. 

 

Marie could feel the firmness of the gag and had to take a few deep breaths not to panic.  She found she could not even open her mouth a little bit and she wasn’t sure how long she would be able to cope with it. He rubbed his hand along her cheek and she felt a bit calmer, though the gag still bothered her.

 

“Dear, I can tell you are struggling with the gag.  Just breathe slowly.” She did as he suggested and to her amazement, it did seem to make a difference.  He smiled and disappeared behind her. She felt him pull her arms behind her as he slid his arm under her elbows. He squeezed her breasts and she gasped as he pinched her nipples. Her breasts were released as he started to tie her elbows together with rope. 

 

She could feel the pull on her shoulders as he worked the rope tighter and moved down to tie her wrists together. By the time he was done, she could not get her arms free no matter how hard she tried.  He returned his hands to her breasts, pushing his body up close to hers.  She could feel how aroused he was as he moved her hands to rub his cock under the material of his pants.

 

He sighed and moved away from her, not wanting to get too sidetracked from his main task. Coming back to face her, he used another coil of rope to bind her breasts until they stood like little balloons on her chest. He squeezed each breast in his hands, loving the way the ropes made them so smooth and firm. 

 

Placing his hands on her shoulders, he helped her to kneel on the carpet and then moved her so she was lying on her bound breasts.  He could hear her whimpering as he tied her feet together before pulling them up to tie them to her bound hands. Lifting up her upper body off the ground, he pulled the hogtie even tighter, so that when he let go, she had an arch in her back. 

 

She could feel the ropes pulling on her body as he lifted her up.  When he let go, she found that no longer were her breasts pressing down on the floor. This was about the only good thing she could feel about the position he had her in.  A familiar sound came to her ears as he took more photos of her, moving all around her bound body.

 

 He put down the camera and ran his hands over her body. He could feel her shaking and as she looked at him with desperation in her eyes, he felt that feeling of control he so loved. He picked up the crop and walked around her, striking her bare skin. At first the strikes were fairly soft but as he continued they got a little harder until she jumped each time it connected with her skin.

 

She felt him take one of her bound feet in his hand, the crop just lying on the soul of her foot.  Bracing herself for the pain of the crop, she jumped not from the pain, but from his voice.

 

“Honey, you are doing very well.  I am going to strike each foot once only, but I don’t want to hear a sound out of you!  Understand?”  Marie didn’t know how she was going to not make a sound, but being determined to try, she nodded her head.  He seemed to take forever, holding her foot and just rubbing the crop over it, until suddenly her body was filled with the most awful pain.  Her scream filled her head and she felt her body shaking as she struggled to not let it out. 

 

Tom could see the effort she was making and again a feeling of pride filled him.  He had not really expected her to be able to keep quiet, but he was impressed with her attempt to do so. 

 

“Well done baby.  Only one more to go.”  He took her other foot in his hand and knowing she would expect him to again take his time, he struck it without any hesitation.  This time, not only did she shake all over, he heard her scream, loud even behind the gag.  He was not surprised, as he knew she had to be still feeling the pain of the first strike. He dropped the crop, and moved around to squat down in front of her. 

 

Marie barely noticed Tom in front of her, until she felt his hand on her cheek. Opening her eyes, she felt a shimmer of fear as she realized she had made a sound with his last strike.  However, instead of disappointment in his eyes, she saw a look of pleasure.  Without a word, he bent down and kissed her cheek, before standing up and moving behind her. 

 

Moving to lower the hook from the ceiling, he saw her head jerk up at the sound.  He busied himself with connecting ropes from the hook to different points on her body, to ensure that she would have support when he lifted her up off the ground. He could see her worried expression as he walked back over to the switch that would lift her up.

 

She felt her body rising off the ground, feeling the ropes pull on different parts of her body. It felt frightening to be held up by only ropes and she couldn’t help the tears that came to her eyes.  Tom came back to stand near her head and lifted her chin so he could look in her eyes.  She moaned as he held up the clamps she had worn that morning and fastened them to her nipples. To her horror, he then added the weights, making her scream out in agony.

 

“Baby, I want to fuck you while you are suspended.”  As he suspected, she didn’t like the idea and shook her nod no. He had hoped she would do that, as now he had some bargaining power.  He flicked the weights, making her scream again. He knew he could just do what he wanted but he loved to make his women feel they had some control over the situations he put them in.

 

“Ok, I’ll give you a choice. The clamps or the fuck.” She hated both choices.  While the clamps were agony on her bound breasts, she didn’t know if she could take the pain of him using her in her suspended position.  He flicked the weights again and she knew that she had to get them off her nipples.

 

“Clamps.”  She didn’t know if he could understand her with the gag in but she figured he had when he removed them. Now that the clamps were off, he moved around behind her and spread her knees wide.  He didn’t give her time to think too much as he quickly lowered his pants.  He then rolled a condom on and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy.  It was strange that she had dreamed of him making love to her for years but never in her wildest dreams had she pictured it like this. 

 

He used her bound breasts for leverage as he worked his cock in and out of her pussy.  He had imagined this moment ever since she had arranged to stay for the weekend.  Her moans were music to his ears as he pumped her even harder.  Running his hand down to rub her clit, her moans changed to one of pleasure as he urged her closer to her own orgasm. 

 

His hand on her clit was driving her crazy and she hoped that this time he would let her cum. She tried to block out the pain and concentrate on the feelings he was giving her till her orgasm finally washed over her. He came not long after and as he pulled out of her, she again started to feel the strain of the ropes on her hanging body.  He gave her a push and the room spun as she rotated.  She could see him taking more pictures and then to her great relief he lowered her back down to the ground. 

 

He would have loved to leave her hanging for longer but knew that being new to bondage, she would not be able to take much more. In fact, he had been amazed that she had coped so well with the suspension.  Once she was back on the ground, he squatted down in front of her and took off the gag.  She worked her jaw as he slowly moved around her and released her from the ties.  When she was finally free of all of the ropes, her body bearing the marks they had left behind, he pulled her to him and held her tight. 

 

She held him close, her mind a mess as she tried to work out how she was feeling. Suddenly she felt the emotions of the day bubble up inside of her, the fear, the love, the pain, all coming out in a rush of tears.   Once she started she couldn’t stop until she was crying uncontrollably in his arms.

 

He held her close as she cried, her tears wetting his shoulder. He couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty at causing her tears and hoped he hadn’t done any major damage to their relationship. Finally her sobs began to ease and he pulled her back to look at him. He saw that her face was all red and blotchy from her tears. He went into the bathroom, returning with a wet washer and glass of water. She took both with a small smile and he waited patiently while she first downed half of the glass of water and then used the washer.

 

She didn’t know what she was going to say to Tom, feeling like such a fool. She didn’t even know what had happened, one minute she had been so relieved to be free of the restraints and the next she was crying like a baby in his arms.  He brushed the hair back from her face and looked at her with such concern in his eyes that she felt even closer to him.

 

“Love, can you tell me what that was about?”  He saw her look away and then glance back at him. He knew she was trying to work out what had happened. “You know, you are not the only woman I have reduced to a blubbering mess.” He was relieved to hear her give a little laugh as she picked up the glass again.  She took another drink and placed the glass down on the floor.

 

“Tom, I don’t know what to say, I guess I just needed a good cry. It has been a pretty emotional day, I suppose.”  She moved to sit down on the bed, watching as he came to sit beside her. He took her hand in his and she felt comforted by his presence. That was what she was so confused about; how she could love him and yet know that she could never give him what he needed in a relationship.

 

He saw the tear as it trickled down her face and as he wiped it away, she gave him a watery smile.  “Tom, you know I do love you but … “ He held his finger to her lips, not wanting to hear what he knew she was going to say.  He knew it was selfish, but he didn’t want to think about her leaving just yet.

 

“No love, let’s save our sad goodbyes till tomorrow.”  She looked at him and when he removed his finger, leaned over and kissed him gently.  She felt him respond and before she knew it they were lying back on the bed, his hands roaming her body.  Unlike their first kiss on this same bed, there was no sense of urgency and he seemed for the moment content to just kiss. 

 

The ringing of the phone entered into his head and he slowly pulled away from her.  He looked at her lying on the bed, her eyes closed and her face soft and relaxed.  He didn’t want to leave her but it was probably just as well, as he didn’t want to confuse his feelings for her anymore then they already were.

 

She was aware of him leaving to answer his phone, his voice getting softer as he walked out into the hall. Lying on the bed, she could still feel his kiss on her lips.  She sat up, pulling her knees up to her body as he entered the room again.  He looked distracted by something and hoped he hadn’t received some bad news.

 

“Tom, everything ok?” He sat down on the bed, running his hands through his hair.  He didn’t look upset, but he seemed bothered by something. “Talk to me Tom.  You know you can tell me anything.” It felt good to be back on familiar ground, with her being the sounding board for his problems.

 

“Sorry, that was my boss and he tells me I have to have a report ready first thing Monday.  I couldn’t say no, but I hate the idea of work invading our weekend.”  He stood and started to pace the floor, his hand running through his hair like he did when he was thinking. 

 

“Well, can I help?  Just tell me what to do and I’m sure we can get it done in half the time.”  He stopped and looked at her, seeming to be thinking about what she had said before he nodded.  He reached out and helped her off the bed, then handed her a bathrobe to put on.  She dressed and followed him into his study.

 

For the next few hours, they both worked together, Marie only noticing how long they had been working when her stomach began to rumble. She left him working and went into the kitchen to make them both a simple meal of steak and salad.  Bringing the tray of food back into the study, she stopped for a moment, imagining what it would be like to help him like this all the time. She shook her head as he looked up and she pushed the idea out of her mind.

 

It was a few hours later when Tom stood and stretched, the report finally done. He had just sent Marie up to have a bath before he got her ready for bed. Now that his work was done, he started to again think of how he wanted her restrained for the night.  He had initially thought of having her sleep on the floor beside him, but after the last few hours he was exhausted and knew she would be too.

 

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, smiling as she hummed softly to herself.  He almost hated to intrude but coughed to let her know he was there.  She looked up, her beautiful smile lighting up her face. As she went to wait on the bed, he quickly brushed his teeth and went back into the room. She was lying on the bed, her eyes half closed.

 

“Honey, it is almost time to sleep, just one more thing before you can close your eyes.” She was almost too exhausted to contemplate what that one thing might be. She felt him fasten something around her neck. She realised it was the collar she’d had on that morning.  She was too tired to even open her eyes and she felt her mind fogging up as she heard a click that told her he had again fastened her to the bed.

 

He saw that she was almost asleep and lay down beside her, his own body ready for sleep. Gently rolling her over onto her side, he held her close as he too drifted off to sleep.