Thursday, March 5, 2009

ALL STRUNG UP

She had just got into bed, naked. He came into the room and like a man with purpose, strode to his chest of drawers. He took out her ankle and wrist restraints and a piece of rope. He came to her side of the bed, and pulled back the covers.


She did not resist, nor did she say a word. He knew she adored to be restrained, especially when she could stay restrained all night. But, hell would freeze over before she suggested it to him. If she asked, it broke the spell. He knew this. He’d tried to break her of the behaviour, or lack thereof, but it was the way she was.


He could see that she was delighted to be in this invidious situation. A calm came over her in such moments; breathlessness. She lay there completely still and watched him secure her; wrist to wrist, then ankle to ankle and finally, with a piece of rope, ankles to wrists. His intention was to put her on her side and send her off to sleep forthwith. But, in a little bundle as she was, he changed his plan.

He undressed, and turned her so that she was on her back facing him at the side of the bed. He’d had the bed specially made so that it was higher than those in the stores. He’d had the bed made this way for just these moments. He undressed, took one last look at her strung up as she was, and then plundered her.


He felt differently this evening. He was not interested in her orgasmic pleasure right now. He wanted his own pleasure and he fucked her hard and fast. He came, grunting and groaning. He was deeply satisfied.


He withdrew. He walked to the bathroom and collected two tissues and placed them around her cunt. He put her on her side; a tightly strung little bundle.


“Off to sleep now. Straight away! Do you understand me?”


“Yes, Master.”


She was already drifting into slumber. Her eyes were closed.


He put his clothes back on, and turned off the light; closed the door.


He was deeply satisfied with himself. She was already asleep.

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