A lot of people fee that bondage is a part of BDSM and that it involves pain and masochism.  It doesn’t have to be that way at all.  Bondage on its own can represent a fun way to enjoy a different sort of sexual experience.

Some people enjoy the feeling of being in restraints, of having someone else in complete control, and the feeling of helplessness.  But what I enjoy most about it is the relief that the one who is tied up from trying to please the other.  Certainly most of the time, I fully enjoy mutually participative sex but I also enjoy teasing and being teased.

When you have your partner tied up, their pleasure is at your mercy and you can touch them, tease them, work their bodies as you know they like.  But denial is a part of the excitement by delaying their complete satisfaction.  Extending the foreplay. Making a night of it.

Of course, the tied up partner is often more sensitive than normal in this situation, because they cannot respond or initiate any activity, all they are left with is to feel your caresses.  Blindfolding them reduces even further the senses they can use and increases the anticipation.  This can be a good time to get out the vibrators, oils, silk, and other bedside playthings. 

Bondage can be enjoyable from both sides (IMO).  Whether you are the one doing the teasing or enjoying the ministrations, I highly recommend you give it a try.  Trusting your partner is an important aspect of the enjoyment (unless you enjoy fear) and so it’s not a first date activity.

If you or your partner have a fear of being tied up (from some childhood trauma) this can be done but getting your partner to agree to pretend to be tied up and agree to not respond or initiate contact with you.  Usually you will have to remind them once or twice during the teasing.

So give it some thought.  Discuss it with your partner.  Give it a try.  Enjoy.

I am in one of my submissive sex moods.

Very susceptible to suggestion.

Won’t you please take advantage of me?

Do you think me less masculine

Because I want to serve you?

I would be glad to sit on the floor

By your feet.

My head in your lap.

Inside your lap; your legs open.

Or would you prefer to have me

Massage your back.

My hands gently rubbing your naked skin.

Servitude.  Do with me as you wish.

Use me as your boy toy.

For just today.

Tomorrow I will return to that other world

Where I will be in charge.

But for today, I am yours to do with as you please.

So a few people responded to my last post that they would rather have their men be dominant versus submissive. Does anyone want to give an example of either Male Dominance or Female Submission. (They are different although often come together in someone’s fantasy.)

Suggestive Tongue recently posted on her blog about male submission and cited a few examples (Toys, Face-sitting, Humiliation and Making her cum). (http://suggestivetongue.com/2010/04/07/male-submission/) A large number of other examples came to my mind (such as it is!) some of which are sub categories to those above like Humiliation.
I wonder if each reader could give us one example of Male Submission would look like to them.
I’ll start: I think being tied naked, photographed and displayed to others would be a form of Male Submission.

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, a voice came over a speaker in the room, “She’s been touching herself, Jimmy.  What should we do?”  He pushed her away from him, pulled his pants back up and returned to his chair.  “Were you touching yourself, dear?” Jimmy asked.  “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”  She realized Charlie was watching the whole thing and remembered it was being videotaped.  “Assume the position,” Jimmy said matter-of-factly. 

“What position?”  She wasn’t sure if he meant bent over the table again but with a quick gesture he confirmed her fears.  When would this end, she thought?  He went to the door and she heard the bolt unlock.  He came up and stood next to her.  He put his naked hand on her butt.

“You must learn to do exactly as you are told.  Do you understand?”  His hand was moving in a circle over the expanse of her bottom.  “You have been disrespectful.  And you will be punished.”  He slapped her ass with a hard whole hand whack.  It hurt, still burning with pain after the shock left.  ”Ouch” she said.  “Do you accept the punishment for your crimes, willingly?”  She whimpered.  Another whack and a definite sting like she had been hit with a palm full of needles.   “Yes!” she screamed.  “I accept.”  He whacked her again.  Then used his hand in a soothing manner gently touching her making her aware how warm her ass was.

“OK, Charlie, she’s warming up for you.”  He whacked her again and gave her gentle strokes afterwards as before.  As Charlie entered the room, he whacked her again and as he stroked her ass, he asked, “Are you ready Charlie?”

Charlie moved into place behind her ass and Jimmy gathered up his stuff and began to leave.  “The next shift is just coming on, Jimmy.  So I guess I will see you tomorrow.  Unless you are going to watch the show.”  “No, she did me pretty well.  I’m done for today.”  “Can you bring in some more blank tapes at your next shift?” Charlie asked and Jimmy nodded.

What was going on, she thought.  What did she get herself into?  ‘Done for Today!’  What did that mean?  Charlie was moving his palm over her ass like Jimmy had been doing.  How long were they going to keep her here? 

Charlie was dressed in casual clothes.  She was pretty sure he had been in his uniform before.  “He leaned forward and put his face right next to ear.  “Are you ready for some fun, honey?  I’ve been watching you and getting very excited.”  There was a moment of silence.  “Jimmy and I have a deal, whoever, goes first, doesn’t let the girl have an orgasm.  Jimmy likes to go first and I like to go second because I like to give girls orgasms.  Do you orgasm easily?  Do you like to be touched?”  His hand moved through her crack and into her pussy, ruffling her sweaty hair, tingling her clit.  She tried to move away but his hand pressed against her naked shaved groin area.

“Don’t you be disrespectful to me, Miss Gove, or I will have to punish you as Jimmy did.  Do you want to be spanked?”  “No” she replied quickly.  His hand began to lightly move back and forth over her mons.  Her clit began hardening to his touch.  He began breathing and touching his warm lips over the back of her neck and her shoulders.  “Do you want to have an orgasm,” he asked, “or do you want me to just use your body for my own pleasure?

“Yes,” she whispered meekly.  “Yes, what?  Tell me which you want.”  “An orgasm,” she whispered.  “Louder, I can’t hear you.”  “I would like to have an orgasm, sir, and I would like to give you one too.  And I would like to leave here then.”  “In good time.”

His hand continued to rub her pussy while they talked.  His hand turned to the side and his thumb was rolling in between her swollen folds.  His thumb was gently flicking her clit on each pass.  And his thumb slid along her inner flesh and pushed into the opening of her vagina.  It was slick and wet and fleshy down there.  It felt to her like it was wide open and she was so ready to have it penetrated. His warm kisses were working their way down her back and gave her another body shudder as his kisses crossed her ass. 

He took both of his hands and opened the crack of her ass and blew an air kiss across her brown hole.  He kissed and licked the inside of her spread cheeks.  Stopped and blew across her ass.  Then she felt his wet tongue lick from her pussy opening deep inside her crack and right across her brown hole.  She had never had anyone do that to her and the sensation was unbelievable.  A million little sensations going off all at once.  He breathed across the moist area of her crack and as it evaporated she felt another million.  Her pussy was contracting in a sort of orgasm.  Not a complete all-in type but a small little – I can’t take anymore – one.  He licked slowly her again and this time rimmed her hole.  Then blew on it again.  He continued this alternating wet licks and blowing air until she had trouble staying in her position.

She was still in The Position bent over the table while he manipulated her from behind.  But her arms gave way as she collapsed from all of the sensations she was feeling.  “Turn over and lie on table on your back with your legs hanging over this edge.”  She was glad to comply; her arms being only the most tired of her muscles.  Lying down felt great as she stretched on the table as he requested with her legs spread apart.  Her eyes were closed and her head tossed back.  She realized she yearned for more of his touch.  When it didn’t immediately come, she lifted her head and looked up to see him stripping to his shorts and putting on a mask.  The mask had feathers sticking out from the brows, flowing up into a feathery plume about six inches above the eyes.

He moved over to her and stood between her legs.  With both hands he molded her flesh as he slide from the top of her shoulders, along her sides, to the top of her hips.  From there his hands moved gently across her lower abdomen closing in and finishing just along the sides of her pussy lips and onto the inside of her thighs.  He then moved up again only this time he was closer to her middle, running up her ribs.  When he got to her breasts he squeezed them from underneath and she felt her nipples harden from the stretching pressure.  Then he released the pressure and seemed to enjoy the flexibility as he gently pushed against the sides and wiggled them in the process.  As he let go of their weight, they sagged slightly toward her sides and the table, but she was still pretty pert at her age and they kept their roundness on her chest. 

His fingertips twisted her nipples as he started small and kept expanding the amount of nipple he had in each twist.  The twists got harder and they sent pangs to her clit.  He leaned forward and kissed her stomach as his twists became more like rhythmic pulls.  His mouth went lower and the feathers on his mask graced her ribs and stomach.  He marched right into her pussy with his mouth and tongue.  First he opened up her lips with one sloppy wet lick starting at the bottom and moving up.  Finding her enlarged clit easily, his tongue rolled lazily around it.  She stretched her back causing his nipple pull to get harder.

Hi licking was both varied and continual, moving from one technique to another.  His tongue pulling the skin at the base of her clit up and down.  His tongue speeding up along its side.  Flicking gently over its tip.  Slowly licking its length.  Eventually she could not even tell exactly what he was doing as she completely gave into the sweet feelings emanating through her body.  She realized that she was moaning loudly echoing in the office like room as she finally had a complete orgasm releasing every bit of her soul into it.  She was shaking and shuddering as he continued his ministrations.  And he slowed his attention to the rhythm of her pulsating, spreading out the continuing spasms.

As she began to calm, she felt him get up from position between her legs and reposition himself so that his cock was as the opening to her cunt.  His shaft moved in slowly at fist, giving off lovely sensations to her pussy.  It felt good to be penetrated as she wallowed in the afterglow of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.  Once past the initial slow immediate penetration he pushed into hard with his stiff shaft.  The quick feeling of his cock fully inside her brought another spasm to her pussy, seemingly an ending one from her last tidal movements.

He began to rhythmically move in and out her with a quickening pace.  As his movements began to increase, her sexual desires were renewed.  Her pussy was virgin territory for the night and she began to breath heavy.  He leaned forward and kissed her first on the mouth (and she responded lustily), then on cheek and over to her ear where he whispered. “Did you like that?”  “YyyyES!” she grunted.  “Do you want me to keeping fucking you?”  “Yes!” 

He increased his pace and she began to get lost in the feeling again.  His upper body was draped over hers. It was a muscular and sinuous body.  Fantastic shoulders and upper body muscles.  She dreamed he was her ideal fucker.  Tall, strong, sweaty.  She reached around him, touching those hardened muscles on his back.  Hugging him and kissing his neck and shoulders.  He pounded her relentlessly, harder and harder.  She was going to cum again.  She moved her hips side to side, pressed against the table it moved his cock in a circle inside her cunt.  She could feel him hitting her G-spot.  And moved to increase this sensation.  She was fully engaged with him as she felt his body tense and a new slow deliberate powerful rhythm moved him.  They came together, she almost shouting forgetful of where she was; he grunting to his releases.

Chapter 3

Waves of deep sexual releases crashed over her.  Feelings of love and appreciation manifested in kissing him over and over, her arms around his big shoulders and bulging biceps.  Then she heard what sounded like a door being quietly closed.  More than once.  She looked over her shoulder to see one – no two – men and one woman.  They were all naked.  They were standing patiently against the wall, the men were all semi hard.

Charlie was ending, collapsing into her arms and remaining still.  The others in the room began pushing chairs aside and put a mat on the floor.  My god, she thought, please let me out of here.  No more.  Just as she was about to push Charlie off of her, he removed himself on his own, giving her a gentle but unwanted kiss on her cheek.

“Get on the floor on all fours,” one of the new men commanded.  Charlie was putting his clothes back on.  “I’ve had enough,” she objected.  “I’ll bet you said that after Jimmy left.  Do you want to be tried for your crimes or are you going to cooperate?”  “How much longer can this go on?  I’m tired and I just feel like going home.”  She began to sob.  “Oh, stop that sniveling,” said the woman, “we’ll let you go after you satisfy the rest of us here.  Now get on the mat!”

She was too tired to argue and got on the mat doggie style.  She felt a face at her ass and thought it might be the woman.  She was surprised at how quickly it turned her on as the woman’s face kissed her cheeks and her hands reached under to her pussy.  One of the men positioned himself over her head with his legs straddling each side.  Her head was face down toward the mat but she could almost feel his cock dangling over her head.  He leaned forward and his hands reached under her grabbing each breast.  The woman used both hands to spread her legs and she moved to the side and crawled on her back until her head was under her pussy.  “Give me the pillows, Sam.”  And she could see the woman raise her head and a couple of hard small pillows get placed under her head.  Then ‘Sam’ spread her legs a bit more causing her hips to move down and her pussy to press against the woman’s face. “How’s that Marie?”  “Just right,” she mumbled.

Marie began to lick her pussy with a gentle tongue.  The tip of her nose would occasionally penetrate her cunt and then sometimes her ass as she moved her face up and down.  The other guy was squeezing and pinching her breasts when he suddenly closed his legs on her head.  She felt trapped by the man’s strong naked legs.  Then even more suddenly she felt Sam’s cock pushing at the entrance to her vagina.  He penetrated her pussy as the other man kept her from rocking forward.  It hurt for one second until he was fully in, then she could feel her moisture surrounding it as he slid it in and out.  He was much bigger that Charlie and it felt good to her, along with the simultaneous stimulation from the other two. 

Then the other man loosened his grip, lowered himself to his knees and lifted her head to his crotch.  His intentions were clear.  She opened her mouth submissively.  He carefully inserted his cock into her rocking mouth.  She was happy that is had no bad taste and that he didn’t drive it too deep.  She was fatigued yet renewing.  The cock in her pussy, the tongue on her clit, her mouth full and many strong hands all over different parts of her body.  She resigned herself to giving in to her lust one more time.  She just went with it, like she was riding some strange sex machine.  Not directing any of the activity but passively enjoying the movements.  Feeling her lust take over her again.

The first to cum was the man in her pussy.  His big cock began to ram her causing her to take the man in her mouth too deeply and she was choking a bit.  But he like it and continued to thrust deep into her throat.  Marie’s tongue was flicking her clit intermittently as she was being passed back and forth over her face.  Sam came loudly and soon stopped his pushing.  She gasped for a good breath and removed the man’s cock from her mouth.  To do this she had to sit on Marie’s face and shift her weight so she could use her hands.  She tried to transfer her weight to her knees so that she would not constrain Marie’s movements too much. 

She placed her hands around the man’s cock and began to rub his cock up and down.  She pulled down on the surrounding skin stretching it as much as possible.  She placed her lips next to his tip and licked its head when her hands went down the shaft.  She could tell he liked it and looked up into his face.  He was in another world aware of only what was happening to his cock.  The expression on his face pleased her, knowing she had his number.

Meanwhile, Marie’s tongue had returned with a vengeance after being denied total access by Sam.  She obviously enjoyed lapping up her pussy and the wetness was pouring out of her all over Marie’s face.  She was on the verge of coming again as she looked into the other man’s face and began a rapid whacking off of his cock, alternatively rubbing his head against her cheek, into her mouth, licking his most sensitive areas.   He came with out uttering a word but his face froze into a tension filled expression.  His hot cum hit her on the cheek and she closed her eyes just in time to feel the second spurt land on her lids.  She put it back into her mouth and completely drained him for six or seven more spurts.  His cum was salty as she swallowed it.

She was cumming herself as she was excited by the man’s powerful orgasm and Marie’s frantic tongue which was now focused on her clit.  The man caressed the side of her face as she came and then repositioned himself and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed him back feeling the stirrings in her pussy even as her mind said it was wrong.  The man pulled away. By now Sam had dressed and left and this man began dressing.  She rolled over on her back, hoping that Marie would leave now too.  She had done enough.

Marie sat up next to her and generously placed a pillow under her head.  “You have one more person to satisfy before you leave, slut and that’s me.  Be good to me and you can go home.”  As the other man finished dressing and left, they were alone.  Marie moved over on top of her in a sixty-nine position and lowered her pussy to her face.  She had only eaten a woman’s pussy once in college and it was when she was very drunk.  But she knew what felt good.

Marie leaned over and licked her pussy to get it wet.  Then she sat more upright and used one hand to rub slowly and gently on her pussy.  The prisoner licked her pussy good and was focusing a lot of attention on her clit.  Marie enjoyed this until she felt she was ready and then instructed her to stick her tongue in her cunt and lick in and out.  This calmed Marie a bit but felt very good.  Afterall, she was going to enjoy her orgasm too.

“So after you are done with me, slut, you can go.  But you will have to come back.”  She tried to reply but Marie told her to shut up and keep licking.  “Just listen. 

We caught you with the cocaine and we have your fingerprints on the bag.  We have a tape of Charlie giving you a legitimate body cavity search – the quick version.  Oh, yes, baby, right there.  We also have a tape of you being gang banged by two men and a woman with the camera strategically place to show you and your face only.  We know who you are and can at any time distribute the tape to your family, your friends, your lovers.  We can put in on the Internet and within a year 10,000 people will have seen it and in two years a million. Oh yes, yes.”

“Slut, I know you liked it – all of it.  It shows on the tape and we – oh oh – we want you back here again to do it all over again.  Oh yes that’s it.  Yes baby. Yes!”  And Marie came, her juices flowing from deep within her pussy.  Gushing.  Collapsing laying her face lovingly against her pussy.  She stayed while she received a few clean up finishing licks to coincide with her waning spasms. 

When she was finally done coming she got up as over the speaker hands very clapping and someone whistled.  “You dirty old men,” Marie said.  “OK Sweety, you can go now but we expect to see you next Friday night, anytime between 6:00PM and 10:00.  Is it clear what will happen if you don’t show up?”

“Yes,” she replied, wondering if she would come back but just thinking about getting out of there right now.  She knew if she came back she would do it because she liked it not because they were threatening her.

It was a machine he bought her while he was in Amsterdam.  She called it a machine although he referred to it as a tool.  It was essentially a vibrator.  But a rather unusual one.  It was made of a 3” thin pliable sleeve, shaped like an undernourished Dolphin with a small thin fin that ran along its arched back.  There were elastic straps coming from three places on the rubbery tube.  One from the Dolphin’s tail and two from the sides of the “shoulders”.  It was meant to be worn and the straps connected to each other with a small ring creating a minimal thing.  When worn, the Dolphin’s fin would slide right between the lips of her vagina and would stretch from her clit to the opening of her pussy.

There were no switches or wires located on the device.  It was controlled by a remote control switch which had Off and two different On speeds.  At first he would make her wear it in bed.  Sometimes when he tied her up; other times when she was working around the house.  He always was the one to control the vibrations and he would often tease her by turning it on and off for repeated sessions.  He loved being in control.  She would get frustrated with the teasing at times but she had come to love it the more that he used it and became sensitive to her ups and downs.  He developed an instinct for timing and the sessions wound her up resulting in fantastic finishes of tidal orgasms.  Using the Dolphin never became a frequent way to have sex but occasional usage when time permitted, gave it a special place in their sex lives.

She got the best orgasms from it when she would press the Dolphin against herself while huddled in a crouch.  Sometimes she would lie on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread pressing against it with both hands.  When she was standing (as would happen when she was working around the house) she liked to lean against a counter edge or even the corner of a bookcase.  Sometimes she would wrap her legs around whatever was available to get a stronger sensation from the vibrating fish.  She realized how unattractive these positions must look but after a couple of hours of teasing, she just didn’t care.

Then began the Journeys, as he called them.  The first was an open air concert which got started late in the afternoon.  They got there early, spread out their blanket, and had a bit to eat until the first band began.  As close as they were the music was electrifying.  The crowd began to rock to the familiar tunes.  The sun was beginning to set, the atmosphere perfect.  The sweet heavy smell of marijuana wafted by and the crowd was caught up in the experience.

He had promised not to activate his tool until after dark.  She could feel it between her legs, however, and just the thought of what was going to happened drew some natural moisture to her crotch.  The music kept anyone from hearing it.  She was wearing a peasant blouse and a long blousy summer skirt.  She was sitting cross legged on the blanket when he began and she folded her hands in her lap between her legs, pressing down.  He did it long enough for her to want more but not so much that she was desperate.  She could wait for the next time.  And she would! 

It was weird in public.  While there was enough room on their blanket to spread out they were surrounded at close range by other blankets.  In front of them were four college age girls who were sipping wine inconspicuously from a common thermos.   Beside them was a thirtysomething couple, obviously married and out for a romantic night.  A woman with two men both squeezing her were on the right side partially hidden by her friend’s form.  And behind them was a young foursome who seemed like they were on a first date.  A little bit away was a group of 18 to 20 year old boys whose eyes kept straying across her tight jeans and close fitting jersey.

She was lying on her side when he started the motor again.  She quickly rolled over on her stomach to increase the tingling.  She arched her back and cradled her head with her hands while the vibrations spread through her pelvic area.  After a long time she opened her legs wider and arched more.  Noticing her movement, he moved to the faster speed and she had a quick intake of breath as he left it at that speed for a short breathtaking time.  He dropped back to the lower speed and let her slow down before stopping again.  But he knew she was beyond stopping and only left it off for a short time. 

He attacked her with these short constant bursts until her ass began squirming.  In between bursts she changed positions cradling against his sitting position from behind.  She wrapped her legs around him putting her feet between his legs, pressing her pelvis against his lower back.  Her head nestled into the back of his neck beside his ear.  She was ready and he didn’t disappoint.

The vibrations melted her and her hands found their way inside his shirt gently running across his hairy chest.  At first she couldn’t quite get pressure on the right spot, but as she squirmed she repositioned her legs beside him still keeping her torso close to his broad back, she leaned forward and he bent with her.  This caught the vibrating fish between her and the hard ground causing her to get the full rhythm of the vibrations.  She had her arms wrapped around him.  He turned it on to the higher speed and she began to moan into his ear.  The music was at its loudest and the darkness gave her some cover.  She looked around and everyone seemed busy, into their own thing.  She was so aware of the fact that she was going to cum right in the middle of everybody using this vibrator. And they were all so close!

She decided to take a risk as she rolled her hips back and forth in a steady pace pretending to rock to the music.  She knew she was slightly out of rhythm and probably seemed a bi retarded.  She began moaning louder as she exploded into a torrent of released wet releases.  With an urgency in her voice she told him to stop and he did.  She shuddered again and again and her breathing became gasping.  She nuzzled her head in against the side of his neck.  Thank god, she thought, the music is continuing.  As she squeezed him firmly with her arms, she noticed that one of the boys from the group was staring at her.  She gave him a smile and wondered what he thought brought that on.

They listened to the music ate and drank as all the groups in their area moved around slightly getting somewhat closer to one another in places.  The boy she smiled at, in particular, had worked his way closer to their blanket and while he was still connected to the other boys, at times, his shoeless feet stretched onto her blanket.  It was quite dark and no one seemed to notice.

In between songs, her boyfriend whispered to her ad suggested that the boy was trying to get close to her.  Maybe he wanted a wanted a quick feel.  To rub up against her in the dark.  He whispered these things to her because while they were pretty outrageous, he knew they had a way of getting her all hot.  He suggested that they sit back to back so she could face the boy.

They repositioned themselves to that he was sitting facing the stage and she had her back against his facing the boy.  She was quite close to him and had her knees up because if she extended them they would be in his lap, a thought that didn’t escape her imagination.  She pulled her skirt up over her knees into her lap.  It was dark and even at this close distance it was unlikely the boy could see up to her panties but she knew it would drive him wild knowing her panties were exposed to his view if there was more light.  She knew that she was wearing panties tonight and they covered the Dolphin so that there was no way he could see her secret.

The two of them pretended to not look at each other although it was a minor charade as they continually stole glances at one another.  Him up her skirt and her toward his growing bulge.  Suddenly he shifted around to a new position and lay sideways on his blanket, his head resting on one arm.  In this position he had a straight shot right up her skirt and from ground level.  His eyes were only about 3 feet away.  She opened her legs slightly.  It was pretty dark.  This silly boy probably couldn’t see anything but she could see he was getting all hot and bothered. 

Then suddenly the vibrations between her legs began again.  The blood rushed to her face and other places.  At first she didn’t want this.  She was too close to this boy, afraid she would give herself away, and in no position to get the extra pressure she needed to reach an orgasm.  But after a few minutes of discomfort she settled in and began to enjoy the warming feelings.  She realized she would have to stay still and be quiet in this position or give herself away.

The young boy had his eyes clearly focused on the space under her skirt.  While she was certain he had no idea what was really going on there, his stare became quite focused and rather brazen and she looked around to see if anyone else was watching and she noticed that the woman with the two men gave her a knowing laugh as she snuggled against her twin escorts.  One of the men with the foursome also seemed to be watching her and the boy while he hugged his date from behind.  All the more reason to be discrete she thought.

Yet the vibrations were getting to her.  She opened her legs wider clasped her hands together and pushed her skirt down into the folds of her crotch.  The hem of the skirt now ended about half way down her thigh exposing virtually all of her legs to anyone who cared to notice.  Her hands were between her legs and pressing on the vibrating machine, yet covered by the extra material of her skirt. 

After a little while of enjoying the pressing of her hands and the vibrations, she shifted so her legs were akimbo, knees pointed away from each other, legs crossed, hands still in her crotch.  She looked at the boy and slowly moved her hands under the edge of her skirt and then back to her panties.  It was dark.  She was not sure if the boy could see anything but he was staring intently watching so carefully everything that she did. 

Watching the boy excited her and quietly, so quietly, she half closed her eyes, pressed and murmured an orgasm.  She tried not to move her hips and it just burst from her, like water breaking through a dam. It flowed from her pussy. 

There were other Journeys.  To a dance club.  While they were slow dancing to the music at the end of the night.  He had to hold her tightly around the waist to keep her from collapsing at his feet. 

On a subway ride, he sat across from her like they weren’t together.  An older woman sat next to her.  A strange looking man sitting next to her friend stared blankly at her as she sat with her hands folded in between her legs.  Her hands were not moving because the strange man would notice but they were pressing.  At one point when the train was traveling between distant stations, the noise sufficient to cover any sound, she came, dropping her head and letting out a muffled grunt.  The woman beside her asked her if she was all right and she replied that she had been feeling ill.  The flu, I think, she said and the woman seemed satisfied.

After Journey to a restaurant and she had made him promise that they wouldn’t do that again.  It was too frustrating.  The restaurant was too quiet to use the vibrator continuously.  They waited until the restaurant crowd thinned and worked between the comings and goings of the waiter.  It took much too long she thought.  She had to wait until they were in the car riding home before she really let loose. 

They still did some Journeys.  Maybe once or twice a year.  It could make a simple trip to the mountains a special occasion and was something they often did when they traveled.  He really enjoyed playing with her excitement, controlling it and she enjoyed the feeling of being so hot in public places, surrounded by people.  This week they were traveling to the West Coast and he had already suggested she wear it on the plane.  She imagined the two of them huddled and cuddling with a blanket over their laps while she enjoyed the vibrations.  She imagined who would be sitting near them.  She was looking forward to it.

He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.

That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.