Around the Town
Seven:
Of Human Bondage
She lay on the
bed. One leg tied to each of the posts
of the footboard to hold her spread open.
Her arms were bound together and tied tightly to the headboard. He had filled her mouth with his cock then,
after her expert tongue had brought him to orgasm, he’d slipped in the panties
he'd pulled off of her earlier, and tied them in. She squirmed and wiggled trying to work the
ropes loose, but he'd been a boy scout and he knew knots. He admired her naked body a moment before
lying next to her.
He applied his
mouth to her left nipple licking and sucking until it grew hard in his
mouth. Then he began nibbling at it,
gently at first, then a bit harder. His
hands drifted, one to her right nipple, kneading and rolling it between his
index finger and thumb, the other parting her slit and finding the small, but
sensitive spot buried there. He began
slowly massaging, slipping a finger down and inside of her every few strokes
until she became very wet.
After a moment
or two, she began squirming in earnest under him. She moaned into the gag lightly, and her head
thrashed from side to side. When the
moans and thrashing reached a climactic peak he pinched the other nipple hard,
and bit down firmly on the one in his mouth.
It was not hard enough to break the skin, but definitely leaving teeth
marks along with a hickey or two along her areola and on the underside of her
firm breasts.
As he did this
he never slowed the fingers between her legs.
She was dripping wet, and was constantly moaning and thrashing as much
as the ropes allowed. She strained
against the ropes as her body tensed over and over in orgasm. Finally, he ceased his constant
stroking. He didn't however remove his
fingers.
While sucking
and licking her tender nipples, he randomly stroked her now overly sensitive
clit. Each sudden stroke caused her body
to strain momentarily against the rope as the aftereffects of his attentions
shuddered through her. After a very long
while, he removed the ropes one at a time.
After kissing him long and deep she curled up next to him and drifted
off to sleep.
Jake watched as
she dozed off. He had had his doubts
about doing it this way, but when she admitted in therapy to constantly holding
back from orgasm, he felt it was only fair to do what the sex therapist had
suggested. She couldn’t bring herself to
give up control and always stopped herself just shy of orgasm while still
worrying about his enjoyment.
He couldn’t
quite understand it. How she could love
sex, and orgasms, yet she always wanted to stop at the very edge instead of
stepping in all the way. She enjoyed it,
but some part of her wanted it to stop.
Finally, she’d gotten fed up and frustrated, and placed an incredible
amount of trust in Jake by allowing him to tie her up for the first time. Once she’d taken that last step, she had gone
from never being completely satisfied to multiple orgasms almost
immediately.
They’d learned
the hard way she was a screamer since they’d both discovered a kinkier side to
themselves. The gag served the dual
purpose of keeping the girls from hearing her enjoyment, and stopped her from
her usual urge to demand he stop before she came. The ropes did the same thing.
He checked the
clock radio that sat on the nightstand.
It was
"Gosh, I
hope Helen has something to cover up those rope marks."