A Detail of Intimacy – Part 1

"I've only got the weekend,” Marie told him. "I'm willing and I want to have this...I need to find out about you before it's too late."

Tom held her to him, his words a quiet whisper. "You know how it will be. I won't be kind. You will know that you are mine."

She pulled back, staring into his eyes - counting the lines at the corners, watching his eyes glint in the moonlight. "I know how it will be. But I know you won't hurt me - not really" she whispered to him.

They entered his home hand in hand, locking the door behind them. He tossed his keys on the coffee table in the living room and directed her to climb the stairway and wait in his bedroom.

She obeyed his command, their hands parting slowly as if lovers being parted for the last time. He watched her ascend the stairs, admiring how she carried herself and wondering if this were the right thing to do.

They had known each other since childhood. For long and long they'd had a silent romance, never actually speaking of it, let alone acting on it. And now, she was leaving for Europe. Chances were that they were not likely to see each other again.

Certainly they would speak to each other on occasion. But, as it is with most friends separated by long distances, time and life would come between them. Sure, they would probably see each other a time or two in the ensuing years. In time, however, they would have nothing to talk about but old times and old feelings never acted upon.

And so it was that she came to him before she departed, exposing herself and her feelings as she had not before. And he, feeling the fool for never exposing his own feelings, exposed himself. Sadly, it was too late for them to find more than mutual feelings and a brief weekend of lovemaking.

Truth be told, she was frightened. Over the years they had shared their intimate secrets with each other. He had told her what few knew and she had done likewise. The contrast was that, while her intimacies were of a more standard variety, his were just the opposite. And that was what had kept her from exposing her feelings before.

She heard his steps, heavy and slow, as he ascended the staircase. He appeared in the doorway of the bedroom carrying a large canvas duffel bag. Inside she suspected were the "toys" that he had told her about. It was at this moment that she wondered if she could take a night with him, let alone a weekend.

Slowly, he walked to the bed and bent over, placing the bag on the floor. Then he removed his gloves slowly, placing them on the bag. He sat next to her on the bed and ran his hand through her sandy curls, his lips brushing her cheek.

She shivered, goose bumps covering her skin. She turned, embracing him and kissing him hard on the lips. Soon they were prone on the bed, embraced as they had imagined so many times before.

He rolled over the top of her and pulled back. "Are you sure?" he asked, hoping she would say "Yes" and fearing, for her, the consequences.

"Yes" she whispered, "I'm sure."

As if they were animals, they began removing each other’s clothing. And soon, they were naked, sweating and panting, emitting guttural noises.

Her hands felt between his legs, grasping for his member. She gripped his hardness and fought to push it inside of her, failing as he pulled back. She screamed in frustration, knowing full well that he was not going to be malleable as her other lovers had been.

He pulled back from her, sitting up on his knees between her legs. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them. Then he ran his hands slowly down her body. She stiffened as his hands gently brushed her sex and began their descent down her legs.

She felt his strength as his hands stopped at her ankles, grasping them. Too soon, he released her ankles and stepped off of the bed, kneeling down. She heard the zipper of the bag as he opened it. Then she got her first glimpse of the rest of her weekend.

Gently, he cupped the heel of her left foot and lifted her leg. He slid up underneath her leg, supporting it with his shoulder. Then he brought a leather cuff to bear, wrapping it around her ankle. When it was locked on he kissed her foot and gently slid from under her leg, cupping her heel again, as he lowered it to the bed.

Her fears of how he would treat her were almost gone. She knew that she would suffer still, but his sensual treatment had assured her that she would not be disappointed or regretful.

As before, he cupped her other heel in his hand and lifted her leg up, sliding underneath it to support it with his thick shoulder. But this time, when her ankle was cuffed he did not slide from underneath. Instead, he lifted both legs to his shoulder and slid forward, pushing her legs up and against her body, making her support his weight.

"Bring your hands over your head" he told her, "I've something for your wrists too."

She shivered as he took her left wrist into his strong hand, her eyes watching his every movement. Then the leather cuffs he brought to bear were being wrapped around her wrists.

His member, hard and anticipating, lay across her sex and he felt her growing wetness as he locked the cuffs onto her wrists. Finally, the cuffs secured, he slid his hardness between her sex, almost entering, only to withdraw and leave her wanting.

Slowly, he put his full weight on her, pushing her legs down and against her so that she was doubled over. Her legs strained at the tightness this caused. Still, she said nothing, knowing it would do little good.

She looked up over her legs, at his outstretched hands. From the head of his bed he had pulled a short chain and was attaching it to the cuffs at her wrists. With a light snap, she knew that her hands were bound up over her. Another moment brought another snap, and with it the knowledge that her legs had been secured as well.

She eased into a less strenuous position as he lifted his weight from her body and returned to the bag. A moment later found him returning his weight upon her, stretching her yet again. A leather collar was then placed around her neck. Then he fed a long leather strap through a ring at the back of her collar and wrapped the end around her right calf. A quick movement of his hand produced a circular ring, which fit through the holes of the strap, keeping it snug around her calf. All too soon, her other calf was similarly imprisoned. When he finally eased off of her, she was doubled, her legs pressing against her torso.

He smiled at her and the obvious strain that she was under. And then, positioning himself at her bottom, her ran his hands over her stretched legs, admiring the shape of her well-toned body.

After several admiring moments he leaned down over her and kissed her. She moaned as their tongues met, his weight adding to her strain. His member, hard and damp, rubbed over her sex. She wanted him to enter her and told him so. Still, he refrained, his intentions being to prolong her want and to bring her ecstatic agony.

Slowly, he ran his lips down her chin and to her neck, licking and tickling her with his tongue. He labored there only briefly, moving on to her breasts, pushed together between her legs. He teased and threatened to tongue and suck her nipples, never once touching them. And then his lips and tongue brushed the backs of her knees, first one and then the other. She moaned, needing and wanting more.

Soon, he was teasing her inner thighs as he continued down to her sex. Again he teased her, not her nipples this time but a more sensitive area. Her eyes closed, she screamed out, begging him to lick her in her most sensitive region. Still, he only teased, never once licking or touching her most sensitive nub.

Without warning, he stopped and she no longer felt his touch. She opened her eyes but could not see him. She tried to raise her head but found that she was unable to rise up enough to look around. Frustrated, she called to him and received only a command to "hush". Obediently, she quieted and waited.

She felt his weight before she saw him, having closed her eyes, frustrated in her excitement. When she opened her eyes he was settling over her. She stared up at his hard cock as it came down to settle on her face. She opened her mouth and reached out with her tongue to lick it but was rebuffed. Immediately she closed her mouth.

Staring down at her, he began rubbing his cock across her face, spreading his sticky anticipation across her. Never experiencing such, she grew red and hot with embarrassed excitement. Finally, she received his command. Opening her mouth, she took him into her, sucking him and running her tongue over his hard shaft. 

Before long he was moaning, pushing in and out of her mouth with fast and deep strokes. Her few moments of distress were of little matter to him. He merely commanded she learn to take him as he wanted. And so, without choice, she took him as he expected she would.

As she suffered under his attack, she became amazed at the power of his command. Never before had she managed to take a man into her throat as she was doing now. That he could will her to do so was beyond her comprehension. Too, it filled her with a strange and wonderful excitement.

He leaned forward, abruptly, withdrawing his cock from her mouth. She lifted her head, reaching for him as best she could, mouth open and wanting. He ignored her attempts, grasping his cock and stroking it with his right hand. Then, as she felt she might take him back into her mouth, he grasped the hair on top of her head and held her firmly. In moments, her face was covered with hot and sticky ejaculate. Spent, he rubbed the viscous stuff across her face, pushing his cock back into her mouth when he was satisfied with the results.

He looked down at her. She was covered in sweat and semen and her lips were still wrapped around his softening member, milking him of his last few drops of cum. "Good girl", he said to her, filling her with surprisingly pleasant sense of happiness.

This story is a joint effort between H Dean and Aussiegirl. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we are enjoying writing it!

Part 2

Marie expected that she would be released from her current position. She was wrong. He had more in store for her. Furthermore, since he was not one who thought that the goal of sex or sex play was the ever-important orgasm, he had plans to begin his torments anew.

She watched him as he left the room, wondering what was in store for her now. Water ran and the toilet flushed. He began humming some tune that she had heard before but could not identify. His absence gave her time to think about what had already happened. While she was uncomfortable, and his cum was still drying on her face, she had to admit it had so far been an amazing night.  After a seemingly interminable moment, he returned to the bedroom and disappeared from her sight.

She wondered just what it was that he was doing, rummaging so loudly though his bag of toys. Slowly, things thumped to the floor, and pinged against each other. The intended reaction, trepidation, was well met. For, despite her knowing he would never truly injure her, she had a vivid imagination. Finally, her imagination finding need of relief, she broke her silence, complaining of the drying cum that coated her face.

“I’m sorry, dear”, he told her, amusement in his voice, “you did tell me that you were mine for the weekend, if I recall correctly. I don’t think I am quite ready to remove it.”

His answer given, she quieted again, though she did still did not like the feeling of the drying cum on her face. She also was not yet used to the control he had over her, though she did not complain again, acknowledging the fact that she had agreed to his for the weekend.

She listened intently to the sounds emanating from the bag and was startled when the sounds halted. Even more startling was his sudden weight upon the bed. She raised her head, hoping to gain sight of his intentions. Then, all of a sudden, she felt a damp tickling on her inner thigh, so close to her needy sex. She dropped her head back to the comfort of the mattress, praying for release as his tongue, cool and threatening, teased her carnal needs.

There was an abrupt clicking and the sound of something vibrating, startling her from her prayers of release. Then she felt it vibrating and probing lightly over her ass. Each pass threatened insertion, making her cringe at what he planned. Never before, in all her years, had she allowed such a thing.

"Please, not there." Her voice was soft and breathless, her fear of the unknown making her shake in her restraints.

"Have no fear. You will have to beg for it before you are given such a pleasure." he whispered back.

Relieved, she allowed herself to enjoy the pleasures of his tongue, knowing she would never ask, let alone beg to be penetrated – not there.

Moans escaped her lips as his tongue continued its torturous journey on her delicate and sensitive skin, ever finding her most needy areas. She fought to push the sensitive nub of her sex into his mouth, finding it impossible bound as she was. Soon, she was filled with a nearly impossible and agonizing need for release.

“Please, please…” she cried. “Please let me cum.”

"I'm afraid that I cannot do that. At least, not until you beg for the penetration." he whispered.

“Never!” she screamed out, her fear and disgust still overriding her need to cum.

For long and long, he continued his pleasure filled torture of the girl. Her moans, loud and long, soon turned to screams and then demands for release. Tom did feel a pang of guilt as he listened to her screams, but it did not deter him. He continued his efforts, enjoying every stage of her suffering.

After a time, tears began a steady stream from her eyes. Her moans were less audible, as were her tortured screams. Her demands were now pleas, begging him to let her cum, promising him anything.

Then there came a voice. It was her voice and yet it was not. She listened, afraid of what it was saying even as she knew what it would say - what it was about to say.

"Not good enough" she heard him reply. "I want you to ask in a way where there can be no mistaking what you are begging for. I want no excuses or confusion later."  It was then that she knew she could no longer fight him.

She heard the voice again. It was low and shaky, defeated. "Please push the vibrator in my ass."

Slowly, she felt the vibrator pushing into her ass. She cringed at the feeling - at the idea and the degradation. Then, as she so wanted, his tongue found the depths of her sex, probing into her and wriggling its way about. She hardly noticed the tightness of her posterior as the vibrator was fully seated inside of her. For, as he pushed the vibrator in, his mouth made its way to the sensitive nub that would release her from her anguish and leave her helpless in the throws of an intense orgasm. She screamed out.

Her first orgasm subsiding, he began thrusting the vibrator in and out of her ass. He tugged at her nub, sucking it into his mouth in alternate rhythm to the vibrator. She screamed again, another orgasm coursing through her body. Unsatisfied with bringing her to two orgasms, he continued his work, sucking her nub and fucking her ass with the vibrating phallus.

Over and over she came, her climaxes increasing in strength until she feared her own demise. Then, as suddenly as her first orgasm had arrived, it was over. She hardly noticed as he reached up over her body to release her from her strict bondage. She only knew that the strain had been lifted and that she was exhausted.

Once her breath had returned to her, he pulled her against him, “spooning” her. He smiled at her as she turned her head to stare into his eyes. A kiss, a whisper of comfort and a hug was all they mustered before falling into a deep and happy sleep.

A Detail Of Intimacy -- part 3.  By Aussiegirl and H Dean

They slept together for a while. She was braced against him, being "spooned" while his arms were wrapped around her. And when finally she woke and turned her head, she saw him sleeping contentedly, a smile on his face. And she, too, smiled despite the odd sensation that she noted in her posterior.

She tried to turn over to expel the invader that remained inside of her from their earlier lovemaking, waking him. He simply told her "No." Still, she tried to force it out, prompting him to raise his hand and smack her rear end. His slap, though not hard, was enough to remind her where she was and her promise to be his for the weekend. She lay still , memories of what they had done filling her mind. 

After a short time, he allowed her to roll over and face him. This was when he explained to her that she was not to attempt to expel the object and that if it came out, due to its shape, it would be obvious that she had forced or pulled it out. She nodded, a feeling she could not identify filling her.  However, she was too tired to try and work out what it was, and soon they were both asleep again.

It was late in the evening when next they woke. Both of them were famished and in need of a hot shower. Without so much as a word he took her by the hand and guided her to the bathroom. As the room began to fill with steam, he kissed her, pulling her to him. His hand slid down her backside to the vibrator that was imbedded in her ass as far as its base, which was shaped to prevent further entrance. He pushed it gently and received a welcome moan and a few complaints from her.

"Remember, you wear this for me" he whispered before taking her into the shower.  She hated to admit it, even to herself, but there was something she liked about wearing the plug.  When he had told her that she wore it for him, she had felt that same feeling she had felt noticed earlier. It gave her a warm glow, despite the humiliation she still felt.

The warm water on her body brought her back to the present and she looked up to see Tom smiling at her. He gently pulled her to him again, kissing her deeply as his hands began to rub a beautifully scented soap into her.  She felt herself relax into him, his kiss and his hands becoming her whole existence.  When his fingers reached down to rub her moist pussy, she moaned into his mouth. 

Tom broke off their kiss, seeing the far away look in her eyes.  He took her hands in his own, and squeezed some of the liquid soap into her hands.  It didn’t take her long to start to rub her hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing under her hands.  Having done his upper body, she lowered herself to her knees,  soaping up his legs.  All the while she smiled as his cock  flinched, and she looked up at him to see if she would be allowed to give him some relief. 

He smiled down at her, taking her hand in his and placing it on his cock.  He leant back against the wall of the shower, closing his eyes as her hand worked up and down.  Marie resisted the urge to take him into her mouth, instead enjoying the  temporary control she had over him.  It didn’t take long until his cum was spurting onto her breasts, the water then washing it away. 

She felt his hand in her hair, pulling her up to her feet, as he again kissed her.  Her legs felt weak as his tongue played with hers.  When he broke of the kiss, he turned off the water and opened the door to retrieve two towels. And then, as they had washed each other, they dried each other, both seeming to not want to loose the sensual feeling of the shower just yet.

Returning to the bedroom, they began to get dressed to go out and eat. He insisted she wear a short black skirt and her black high-heeled shoes with no hose, despite the chill in the air outside. She was also assigned to wearing a tight white blouse with no bra. Despite her hesitancy, she was excited at his orders, knowing that this was the weekend for living out some of her fantasies too.

As soon as they had readied themselves for a night out he presented her with a tiny item that he insisted she wear. She eyed the small device, wondering exactly what it was and what it was for. Understanding her confusion he told her to pull down her  panties and he would apply the tiny device. As she complied, he explained the device to her.

"These three tiny clamps" he explained, "attach to you. One attaches to your clitoris and the other two to your labia. As you can see, " he continued, "This short end slides partially inside you."

She cringed, wondering how painful it would be. Still, she thought, she had agreed to be his for the entire weekend and to obey him. And, so far as she could see, there was little to regret or that she had not enjoyed, other than the minor discomfort she felt and was still feeling in her ass.

The sensation of the clamps was a bit startling at first. It pinched slightly but did not cause her more than a tiny moment of pain. “Good girl, you are doing very well Marie.”  She felt a sense of achievement  at his words and loved to see the pride in his eyes. It somehow made her feel determined to do her very best to please him. 

As she pulled up her panties again, she was surprised to find she could hardly feel the clamps and she was able to forget about them.  In fact, as she gave her appearance a final glance in the mirror, she could see a twinkle in her eye, knowing what she was secretly wearing.  

They gathered their coats and headed out into the cold night air. The restaurant that he was taking her to was within walking distance, he explained. So, arm in arm, they strolled to his favorite eatery, quietly chattering about the night. She had worried that she might be a disappointment to him, and wondered if their lovemaking had been truly satisfying. He assured her that it was satisfying and that he was far from disappointed. And, he related, he hoped that she was receiving as much gratification as he was. She assured him that she was.

A few blocks down the street he pulled her into a darkened alley and pushed her to her knees, commanding she pleasure him.

"Here?" she asked, startled and looking around nervously. "This is a public alley, someone will see us!" she said, her warm breath fogging the air.

"Here." he stated. "The faster you do this the less chance of being seen. So, get to work."

Moments later, after looking around nervously, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his member, already hard with anticipation. She had been more than a bit shocked at his request, but by the tone of his voice she knew he meant business.  Drawing in a breath, she closed her eyes and pushed her mouth down over him, sucking him.

He watched her head bob back and forth, enjoying the vision of her lips sliding over his cock. He was pleased by her skill, noticing how she used her tongue to flick over the tip of his cock as she pulled back and then how she pressed it up against him as she pushed forward.

His hands slipped to her head, pushing her down onto him and his cock to the back of her throat. Already primed for his roughness, she endured, fighting off her gag reflex and taking him into her throat with each downward thrust of her head.

His orgasm built quickly. Then, at the final moment, he pulled her from his cock, grabbing her hair and holding her head upturned and steady in front of his cock. His free hand grasped his cock and stroked through his orgasm, spewing semen across her face and into her opened mouth.

She closed her eyes, helpless in the moment, feeling the warmth of his cum splatter on her face and into her mouth. When he was done, she opened her eyes to see him standing over her. She moved not an inch as he began rubbing his cock across her face, spreading his semen.

Again, he pressed his cock into her mouth, pushing her down on him. He held her steady and hard against him. Her lips pressed against his body as he grew steadily softer, slowly and mercifully withdrawing from her throat.

He pulled her up and spun them around, pushing her up against the alley wall. His body leaned against hers as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them. Then, grasping her hair again, he pulled her head back and whispered in her ear, "You have my mark for the evening, do not clean it off."

A Detail of Intimacy  - Part Four

By Aussiegirl and H Dean

Marie was thankful that the restaurant was dark. She was very aware of the "mark" that Tom had left on her and was certain that everyone else was quite aware of it, as well. She felt embarrassed enough at not fighting him cumming on her face but the thought of everyone seeing and knowing, was almost too much for her to take! 

They were led to a table in the corner and she sat for a moment without speaking, quietly embarrassed at her facial covering. Her head was filled with all of the things she should have done, but more so at her anger at him for doing this to her.  She watched him calmly give the waiter their order, not even worrying that he was ordering for her.  The less the waiter looked her way the better.  Inside her head she thought of what she wanted to say to him, her anger growing as he chatted and laughed with the waiter, seeming to want to keep him at the table. 

Finally, after the waiter had gone, she spoke. "How the hell can you do this to me? Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?"  Her voice was shaking, her hands clenched under the table.

He smiled at her. "It may be embarrassing, but you are doing it...and you are enjoying it no matter what you say."

Inflamed, she stood up. "That's enough, I'm going to the bathroom and I am going to wash this shit off of my face!" she exclaimed in a whispered yell.  She saw his eyes change from smiling to serious, and felt a flutter in her stomach. 

He shot out a hand, grabbing her wrist. "Be very aware" he started, "I will not stop you. But I will stop all of this. You agreed to this weekend and you agreed to being mine. If you do this, nothing more will happen."

She looked away, briefly, the thought of not continuing the weekend overriding her shame. Then, exhaling, she sat down again. "Damn you." she whispered.  She couldn’t look at him, her emotions a jumble and tears just threatening to flow.  She played with her skirt, pretending to smooth it down, but really she just needed to try to stop her hands from shaking.

She had always hated confrontations, but she especially hated to fight with Tom.  Despite their changed status, he was still the Tom she had known and loved all her life, and she knew they both deserved to see where the weekend might take them.

Tom watched her face, seeing her struggling to come to terms with her decision.  He knew he was pushing her, but he knew too that for her to be able to get through the rest of weekend, she needed to accept his control over her.  He also knew she needed a distraction right now.

Smiling, he reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a small item and sat it on the table’s edge in front of him. She made only a minor note of it thinking it his remote for his car alarm. Then, picking it up, he pressed one of the small black buttons. Immediately, she felt a vibration between her legs.

Her eyes wide, she looked at him. "You son of a bitch!" she grinned. Despite her previous misgivings, she began to enjoy the feelings the vibrations were causing.  She saw him smile at her, his fingers hovering over the small device, and she wondered what he had in mind for her next. 

Then he pressed another of the buttons and the vibrations became more intense. She lowered her head, looking out across the restaurant and whispered for him to stop. He pressed a third button and the vibrations became a more staccato intermittent buzz.

Her hands slid down between her legs and pressed to her crotch, hoping to dull the effects. Instead, it increased the sensation and she quickly pulled her hands back away. Very soon she could feel herself become wet and she begged him to stop again.

The vibrator was still buzzing away when the waiter came with their food. Feeling sure that the waiter would notice, she begged Tom silently to stop, her eyes wide as the food was placed in front of them. Immediately after the food was served, he stopped the buzzing. She grinned at him as the waiter walked away, chastising him for torturing her that way.

For the remainder of their time at the restaurant she was forced to endure the excitement of the buzzing whenever a waiter or bus boy came to the table. And, though she was uncomfortable and embarrassed, certain that everyone near her knew her plight, she never once got upset or failed to see the humor in his actions.  It was like she had remembered it was meant to be fun and just allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feelings he was giving her.  Before long, they were walking back to his home, laughing and joking.

Again they came upon the alley, her heart thumping in her chest as she saw it.  Again he pushed her into it. This time, instead of making her perform on him, he pushed her against the wall. Then tearing open her coat and shirt, he mauled her naked breasts, sucking and squeezing them with intense and hurried passion, the vibrator humming away. She was sure she was going to cum, but instead of being shocked that she could easily cum in the middle of a dirty alley, she was worried he would not let her cum!

As her orgasm was upon her, he stopped the buzzing. She heard a moan of frustration, realizing with some surprise it had come from her.  He kissed her fiercely, closing her shirt and coat, pulling her from the alley way and making her walk back to his home, unfulfilled and frustrated. They said not a word as they walked onward, towards his home, her mind spinning with what else he might have in store for her. 

A Detail of Intimacy -   By Aussiegirl and H Dean  -  Part 5

Finally they arrived at his door. As Tom reached into his pocket to retrieve his keys, he pushed the button that started the humming between her legs. This time, however, the humming came from the nearly forgotten vibrator that resided in her ass.

Maria’s legs turned to jelly and she collapsed into him, his arms coming up to hold her. Her head lolled back and he stared into her eyes, smiling a mischievous smile. Then, he righted her and opened the door, one arm still around her.

Once across the threshold he pushed her against the vestibule wall. He kissed her and then withdrew his lips from hers. Wrapping his right arm around her again, he guided her to the sofa in his front room.

Slowly, he lifted her right foot to his shoulders, kissing her ankle as he removed the black heel from her tiny foot. Gently, he sat her naked foot on the cold wood floor and taking up her other foo, he repeated his every action, letting her shoe drop on the hard floor, to echo through the room.

She was breathless. The vibrator in her ass was, accompanied by the vibrations of the other "toy", bringing her close to orgasm.  Again, she neared climax only to have the vibrations cut short, her breathing ragged as they both stopped, leaving he feeling like she wanted to beg him for more.

He began to move his hands up both of her legs in simultaneous caresses. Before long his hands were pushing up her skirt and reaching between her legs, massaging the soft flesh of her inner thigh. His fingers brushed the small device that clamped to her sex. She groaned and arched her back at the tiny sensation.

He sat up, pulling his hands away and commanded she sit up and remove the coat that she had been wearing. She tried to cover herself, embarrassed at having her breasts fall out of the torn blouse, only to receive a gentle slap on her hands. And then, even more embarrassed, she relented, allowing her breast to fall from the torn garment as she removed her coat.

He leaned in to her and kissed her, open mouthed. His hands clasped hers, holding her arms out wide as he forced her back against the couch, still kissing. And when they parted, she remained, arms outstretched, her breasts and stomach exposed.

Her eyes fluttered and then shut as the vibrations began again between her legs and in her ass. Again, he slipped his hands between her legs, massaging the softest flesh of her thighs and flicking his thumb against the vibrator that had control of her sex.

As the vibrators shut off her eyes flickered open and she cried out, frustrated that he would not allow her satisfaction. He was grinning, her panties in his hand, displaying that he had removed them without her notice. Smiling up at him, she crossed her arms in mock anger.

"How the hell did you do that?" she laughed.

Dropping her panties to the floor he displayed his fingers, grinning.

"Magic" he shot back at her grinning even wider.

She shot off of the couch to embrace him, sitting on his knees. He threw her back to the couch after a brief kiss. Then, leaning himself down onto her, he took her breasts in hand, sucking and kissing them. His tongue flicked here and there. He bit and sucked her nipples eliciting groans of pleasure mixed with minor pain.

He leaned back and flipped her over, tugging roughly at her skirt, pulling down her body, not allowing her feet or knees solid purchase. She screamed as the skirt hooked the device on her sex. Still, he did not relent until she was free of her skirt.

Flipping her over as if she were a paper-weight, he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely. He stood up, taking her entire weight onto him and lifting her from her feet, his tongue warring with hers. And then he sat her on her feet only to whisk her from them and trod up the stairs to his bedroom, once again.

She buried her face in his neck as they traversed the staircase. She was crying and did not want him to see her and think that something was wrong. She was happy and excited and frustrated and crying was her only outlet since he would not let her cum.

And then, they were in his room. It was dark and she could only see the ominous shadows of light that peaked into the room from the light outside.

He sat her on something hard - not too hard, but harder than the bed. His lips met hers again and he told her not to move as he pulled from her. She tried to see what it was that he was doing but could only see brief glimpses, her eyes still not adjusted to the darkness.

Then, he was in front of her, taking her hand in his. He led her only steps from where she had been and commanded she fall to her knees. Then, he lay her over something. It was soft - padded - but firm. She rested her weight on the small seat-like support as he pushed her forward. As her body became perpendicular he reached under her chin and raised it, sitting it in something that was obviously made for a persons chin.

He pulled her right hand from the floor and attached a carribeaner to the cuff at her wrist and then repeated the same action with the other hand. Soon, her ankles were both pulled out wide, just as her hands had been. Now, her only contact with the floor was the very tip of her toes.

Then, he lit up a candle and began to explain her current situation.

"As you may have noticed, your weight is resting entirely on your pelvis and chin." he said. "Your arms and legs have been outstretched and attached to the metal "legs" on my little "spider bench. The idea is minimal bondage and maximum exposure. I hope you enjoy what is about to happen."

She was frustrated that, though she could see now, she could not look around to witness the device or his actions. She tried to speak but found more frustration in the fact that she could hardly move her jaw.

He watched as she tensed, panic welling up in her, never having been bound before their previous lovemaking. So, kneeling down in front of her and in a soothing voice, he said "I know that this must be a bit scary for you. Just remember, I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you." Then he stood and left her sight.

His words were like a soothing salve on burned skin, instantly relieving but not completely healing. She knew that he had a sadistic streak and that she was likely to feel some pain. She had expected that he would tie her to the bed and maybe even a chair or something. This was not, however, anything that she had thought of.

The cold gel hit her back making her jump and squeal. Moments later his hands were upon her, rubbing away the cold and relaxing her. Soon, her body was covered in the thick gel, his hands massaging it into her skin. When he was finished she was nearly asleep, glowing dully in the candlelight.

Her eyes were closed and she felt as if she could sleep, even bound as she was, when she felt a tickling on her back. She moaned at the sensation, enjoying it, never imagining that she was nearing her first experience with the pain a deerskin cat-o-nine whip can bring.

The whip struck her bottom bringing her back from her dreamlike state. He did not strike her hard, merely enough to sting slightly. He followed the soft strike with more of the sensual tickling of her back only to strike again, moments later, making her jerk.

She was fully aware now, wondering what he had planned. Another strike stung her posterior followed by more tickling of her back. The strikes became more frequent and then constant with no soft moments in between. She moaned with the pain she was receiving, unsure of her situation and wondering if and how she should react.

Behind her, he stood, striking her with soft and measured strokes, never letting up and gradually striking her with more force. He watched as her ass began changing to a rosy hue under his expert strokes. By now there was little time between strokes as he alternated from cheek to rosy cheek.

A moan escaped her lips as he began striking her thighs, first one and then the other. He was not striking her hard, only enough to redden her skin and sting slightly. Still, she was unsure of what she should do. And then he stopped.

Her eyes were shut when she felt his breath on her face. When she opened her eyes his face was directly in front of hers and he was whispering to her to let go.

"Stop worrying" he told her, "you've no choice in this matter...so let it go."

And then, as he resumed his work, something in her clicked and she stopped worrying about how to react or what to do. At that moment she heard nothing - saw nothing. She could feel only the distant sting of the whip as it struck her thighs and ass.

Goose bumps lept to her skin, despite the heat of the room and the sweat on her body. She began to shiver, her mind wandering to pastures green and vivid. She felt a wave of warmth come over her and she drifted further. She could see him somehow, in her mind’s eye as he welded the whip across her body.

Somewhere in her haze, she felt her legs being released from their bondage. They were under her, even as her arms remained stretched outward. Her ass felt suddenly empty and she realized that he must have pulled the vibrator out. Then again, she felt something larger push into her ass.

She wanted to scream, but could not. Her voice had left her and would not have obeyed anyway. Hands grasped her tiny waist and the invader pulled back from her ass only to return an instant later. Her ass felt full and tight, never having had anything pushed into her before the vibrator.

She snapped to full consciousness, fully aware of her situation. It was him inside of her, stroking his cock back and forth in her ass. She was not suffering pain but only a minor discomfort. Too, she enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around her waist. A part of her wanted him to stop, to withdraw from her and stop this uncomfortable and unnatural assault. Still, a part of her wanted him to fill her ass with his semen.

For him, he was living out a fantasy that he had never thought to see in reality. He had fantasized about taking her, binding her and beating her for many years, never hoping to make his wish come true. Yet, somehow, he was here with her, the one girl he never hoped to have. And she was his, to do with as he wanted.

His strokes became more powerful and he began slamming into her with each forward stroke. She moaned at his hard use of her. Still, she wanted him to stop, not knowing why. And still, she wanted him to continue, to finish inside of her.

He leaned down over her, his cock still imbedded in her ass, and began fondling her large breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples, making her wince and moan.

A  sudden warmth washed over her again and she felt a pressure building inside of her. She could not allow herself to cum this way, she thought. She was sure that his wrongful treatment of her ass could not bring her to climax. It was not possible. Still, she could not deny the feeling it was bringing her.

She climaxed, clamping herself around his pounding member, causing her to suffer the pain that she knew she should feel. It did not dampen the pleasure, instead making it grow to an intensity that she had not felt before. Several times she climaxed, each time more intense and painful than before.

Then, just as she thought she could take no more, he moaned loudly and plunged into her. She cried out with the pain as his own orgasm sent his body into spasmodic jerking. And as the final spasms of his pleasure died down and his juices flowed into her, she found herself in the throws of another orgasm.

He lay down on top of her sweat-covered body, his cock growing soft inside of her. His gentle kisses on her back made her shiver raising goose bumps yet again. And when his cock finally slid from her ass, she felt a strange and sad emptiness and she wished that he could remain inside of her for forever.

He stood up, tired and spent. Then he released her arms from their bondage and helped her up to sit on the bed. She was sore and tired and in need of a shower, however, she was far too tired, both emotionally and physically. Together they shimmied up the bed where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

 A Detail of Intimacy -  Part 7 by Aussiegirl and H Dean

An hour later, she was sitting in his car, nervously fiddling with her hands.  After they had left the room, she had been made to sit in silence while he watched TV. It had been hard to not speak but it had given her time to reflect on the weekend so far.  She felt a bit neglected as the time went by and wondered if she had done something to displease him.  More than once, Marie almost broke her enforced silence to ask him what she had done wrong. 

Tom knew that Marie was beginning to grow annoyed at his lack of attention, her eyes burning into the back of his head.  Standing up, he saw her tear filled eyes and felt a stab of remorse for upsetting her.   Lifting her head, he brushed back her hair, looking into her eyes.

“Marie, you have done very well and I am proud of you.   I will be back soon and we will continue with our day.”  Her smile was all he needed to see, as he went upstairs to prepare for the next part of the day. 

While he was away, Marie once again wondered at the way just a few words of praise could make her feel so much better again.  She looked up as he re-entered the room, taking her by the hand and leading her back up the stairs.  Once there, he had surprised her by announcing they were going out for a picnic and that he had laid out the clothes he wanted her to wear. 

That was how she came to be sitting in the car wearing a short skirt and halter neck top.  Her feet were fitted in a pair of sandals that showed off her long, tanned legs to perfection. The day had the feel of summer, despite the cold of the night before. 

He loved the way she looked and couldn’t wait to show her off at his favourite park.  Sitting in the car, he saw her look at him and then look away, her eyes reflecting her nervousness.  He was pleased that she had managed to not speak for the past hour even though he could see she had something on her mind.  When they got to the park, he would let her talk.  Until then, he had other ideas to get her mind off her thoughts.

“I want you to raise your skirt and sit with your bottom resting on the seat, legs spread.”  He watched as she hesitated and then slowly moved to do as he had asked. He saw the top of her thighs being slowly exposed as the short skirt skimmed up her legs. When she was done, he reached down and ran his hand up and down her damp slit, pushing up her skirt even more.

The soft leather felt cool on her bottom as his hands warmed her pussy.  He removed his fingers, leaving her frustrated. “ I want you to put your hands behind your back and not move them until I say so.”  She brought her hands behind her back, already sensing that it would not be easy to keep them there.  He started up the car and pulled out onto the road, while she started to get curious about where they were going.  She tried to forget that she had her newly shaved pussy on show and just enjoy the scenery. It was a beautiful day, the sky blue with only a few white clouds on the horizon. 

The journey was uneventful until a large truck pulled into the lane beside the car at a set of traffic lights.  The next thing she knew the sound of the truck’s horn was blaring in her ears. She looked up to see that the driver was staring right down at her spread pussy. She went to cover herself, shame overriding any concerns she had about keeping her hands behind her back.  However, before she even had the chance to move her hands, she found Tom’s hand on her pussy.  She pulled her hands out and tried unsuccessfully to drag his hand away. 

“Stop it, you are embarrassing me!”  He took no notice of her outburst and in fact pushed one finger deep into her, causing the driver to honk his horn one more time before the light changed.   She could feel her face flaming red in shame and when he finally pulled his finger out and turned the corner, she pulled down her skirt and stared out the window.  She didn’t care that she was breaking his rules, she just felt so angry at what he had done. 

When he parked the car near a large park, she didn’t move. Even when he came around and opened the door for her, she didn’t move.  After waiting a few minutes, he squatted down beside the car, trying to look her in the face.  She turned away from him only to find his hand on her knee.

“Love, I’m sorry if I took things too far. You just looked so beautiful and I wanted to show off.  Forgive me?”  She looked up at him through the veil of her hair, not sure if he deserved to be forgiven so easily.  However, it did feel good to hear him say sorry and she didn’t want to waste too much of the day. 

“Tom, I need you to say that you won’t do that again.  I mean, what we do in private is different but that was just too public.”  She looked up and into his eyes, wanting to see what he was really thinking.  As she looked at him, her feelings for him filled her again and she knew she could not stay mad at him for long. 

“I promise not to embarrass you in public again, but what we do in private, well…”  she had to laugh as he helped her out of the car.  They had always been able to get over any disagreements in the past and she was glad that despite the change in their relationship, this still seemed to be the case.  He led her over to a spot that had a view of the park.  She could hear kids playing in the playground and see the families enjoying the sunny morning but they were in a fairly private spot.

He pulled out the blanket from the picnic basket and laid it on the ground, thinking how lucky he was that she had not decided to pull the plug on the whole weekend.  When she had refused to get out of the car, he had wondered if he had gone too far.  He had to admit, though, that it had sent a thrill through him to play with her while the driver looked on and that if he had more time with her, it was something he would have insisted she let him do more often.

He watched her watching him as he laid out the food for the picnic.  She raised her eyebrows as he pulled out a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. He popped the cork and poured her a glass, hoping that a drink would relax them both and help her to forget what had happened in the car. He passed her the glass and for a while they both sat in silence, taking in the surrounds.  After a while, she began to dish out the food he had brought, seeming to be pleased with his choices. 

She was impressed that he had remembered her favourite foods and found herself relaxing as the sun warmed her. They ate in silence until he turned to her, his face serious. “Marie, we have come a long way since last night and I would be interested in hearing how you are feeling.  You may not get the chance to talk to me about this later, so say what you need to say now.”

She took a few minutes debating what to say to him, finally downing the last of her drink and looking him directly in the eye.  “ Tom, I have to be honest and say that there have been times when I have hated what you were doing.  However, I promised you a weekend and despite the doubts I have had at times, you will get your weekend.”

He was pleased with her honesty, though they had always been honest with each other in the past.  ‘Marie, that is good to hear.  You need to know that things will only get tougher as the weekend progresses, so if you have second thoughts, now is the time to say them.  We can still enjoy our time together, but of course I would be very disappointed if you want to stop.”  He hadn’t meant to manipulate her that way but now he had said it; he knew it to be true.

She took more time digesting what he had said and he feared that having given her an out, she would take it.  “No, I’ll stick by my promise, though I would be lying if I didn’t say that I’m scared by what you have planned for me.” He let out the breath of air he hadn’t even realized he was holding and reached out to take her hand. 

“So long as you are fearful only of what I might do and not of me, then our weekend can continue. Now, if there is nothing else you wish to say, how about we pack this up and then go for a walk around the park.”  She nodded and immediately they started to pack up the picnic remains. He returned the basket to the car and they strolled arm in arm around the park. He again thought about how wonderful it would be to be with her all the time, just like this, but knew he would never be satisfied with what she would want out of a relationship.

The park was more beautiful then she had realized, the gardens and the lawn well kept. She snuggled into Tom’s body, feeling safe with him. She still thought it strange that there could be this Tom, the one who was happy to walk around the park with her, and the other Tom who wanted, no needed, to see her suffer. She shivered despite the warm day and noticed him giving her a strange look. It would have been so easy to have taken his offer to end the weekend, but she was determined to finish what she had started, though as she had told him, she was scared of what that might entail.

Her thoughts were interrupted as he pulled her into what looked to be an old theatre, with a stage out the front and changing rooms out the back. There were cobwebs everywhere and graffiti covered the walls.  She guessed it hadn’t been used for a long time.  He pushed her into the corner of the room where they could not be easily seen by anyone passing by.  She gasped as he pushed her up against the wall and pulled on the tie holding up her top. 

As her breasts came free, he gripped them in his hands, loving their firm feeling. He took each nipple in his fingers and pinched, watching her expression as she tried not to call out.  He let go, hearing her sigh softly and lowered one hand down to reach up under her skirt. Her eyes widened as he pushed one, then two fingers into her, her small gasps telling him she liked it. As he continued to pump, her eyes closed and he knew if he kept going she would cum.

She could feel her orgasm building and bit her lip, trying not to let anyone walking by know they were there. When he pulled out, leaving her breathing hard, she couldn’t help the frustrated moan that escaped her lips. “Please let me cum.”  She could not believe she was begging him, but the throbbing in her pussy was just too much to take. 

He smiled at her and shook his head.  “Not yet darling, though I do like the sound of you begging. However, I need you to help me make sure I am not arrested for public indecency.” She looked down to see his erection tenting out the front of his pants. She felt him push her down onto her knees, and opened her mouth ready for him.  In a moment, he pushed his cock directly into her throat and stayed there. She tried to pull her head back but found his hand firmly in her hair. 

The feeling of her throat contracting around his cock almost made him cum on the spot, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet.  He counted in his head, getting to six before he pulled back to let her get some air. She gasped a few times and then he pushed back into her warm throat.  This time he pinched her nose between his fingers, loving the look of her big, desperate eyes looking up at him.  When he let go and pulled out again, she shook her head at him as if to say no more.

Ignoring her silent pleas, he gripped each side of her head and worked his cock forcefully in and out of her mouth, hearing her gag each time it went down her throat.  He knew his orgasm was close and pushed into her throat fully and again blocked off her nose. 

Her chest grew tight as he blocked off her air and she feared if he stayed there much longer, she would pass out.  He began to cum and she felt it slide down into her stomach as she began to feel dizzy. Finally he pulled out, the last of his cum landing on her tongue.  “Don’t swallow that.” She struggled to not swallow as she tried to fill her lungs with much needed air. She could feel the slimy load sitting on her tongue and hoped he wouldn’t make her hold it there for too long.

He did up his pants and looked at her, still on her knees. Her hair was all messed up around her face and she was trying so hard to do what he had asked. Squatting down in front of her, he brushed her hair back and stroked her cheek. He pulled up her top, tying it back in place and held out a hand to help her to stand. 

“I want you to keep my cum in your mouth until we get back home.”  He could see her look of disbelief and honestly thought she might spit it out, maybe even all over him.  However, she again surprised him by lowing her head and nodding. He felt such a rush of pride in all she had achieved, that he pulled her to him. 

Hugging him, she immediately felt how much he did love and care for her.  It helped her to stay firm to her decision to see the weekend through.  He let go and took her hand in his as they walked back out to the sunshine of the park.  At first she was sure everyone would know what she had in her mouth, but when no one even gave them a second glance, she knew that her secret was safe. 

They were almost back to the car when he reached his hand around her waist and started to lightly tickle her.  She had always been ticklish and tried hard not to laugh as he tickled her even more firmly.  They got to the car and she thought she had done a good job of not laughing, when he pushed her against her door of the car and used both hands to tickle her.

He could see her straining not to laugh as he used both hands on her. He knew it was mean of him, knowing how she hated to be tickled, but it was a sight to see.  He saw her swallow and her eyes grew wide. He smiled, knowing that he now had an excuse to punish her on the ride back home.

“On no, you didn’t swallow, did you?” Her eyes told him yes before she even had a chance to answer.  She looked at him, her uncertainty of what he would do now shown all over her face. As she nodded, he could see her blushing again, her cheeks bright red and rosy.  He knew he would never tire of seeing her blush for him and pushed the thought that the weekend would end tomorrow to the back of his mind. 

He leaned in close so he could whisper in her ear. “Well, that means you have to be punished for disobeying me.”  She shivered at his words and he ran a hand down her arm before opening the door and sitting her in her seat. By the time he had the engine running, she had raised her skirt and put her hands behind her back, just like he had asked her to sit on the way to the park.

She decided to try to please him by sitting as he had asked earlier, hoping that would make him go easy on her.  Her mind was spinning with his mention of the word punishment.  It seemed to take him forever to get settled and pull out onto the highway.  She wondered if he was planning to punish her when they got back home, until he looked at her and smiled.  Beside her she could hear the sounds of a truck and knew what her punishment was going to be.

She kept wishing for the truck to turn or for the lights to stay green, but luck was not on her side as both the truck and his car had to stop side by side. Tom blared the horn, the driver of the truck looking like he was ready for a fight before he saw her open, bare pussy on display.  She tried to look straight ahead and ignore the feeling of Tom’s fingers that were now in her pussy.

“Look up at him baby and give him a smile.”  Hesitating only slightly, she tried to bury her shame and gave the truck driver one of her biggest smiles. He leered back and wiggled his tongue at her.  She fought back her disgust and willed the lights to change.  Tom added another finger to her moist pussy and she was forced to stifle a moan.  Suddenly the lights changed and with a blare of his horn, the truck was left behind as Tom removed both fingers and took off before him.

He saw her squirming in her seat and knew that despite her embarrassment she would have cum if he had kept fingering her for longer.  He began to think of what he had planned for later in the afternoon, his cock hardening at the vision he had of her in his mind. Pulling into the driveway, he turned to her before he got out of the car.

“You did very well back there.  I am proud of you.”  She sat up straight, his praise making her feel like she had achieved something great. She watched as he got out of the car and walked around to her door, offering his hand as he helped her stand.  She went to pull her skirt down but he stopped her by taking both of her hands in his.  He watched as she looked around her and then sighed, walking into the house with her bottom enticingly displayed.

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.