the sun was high in the sky when he left and I could not stop thinking about him... worrying about where my parents were had ceased to bother me, as I figured they were being held for some reason or other by others of this group, two of whom were still in a van in front of the house, watching me... I dressed and went about a normal rest of the afternoon, though I tied up the dogs in the back yard, so there would be no need to cause them any harm... I could not get him out of my mind and wondered if he was having the same problem... I found myself playing the piano and later listening to music on the stereo, turned up quite loud, hoping he would hear... I did a little yardwork, an excuse for him to see me, and for me to know he was watching me... I could feel his eyes following me all day, even in the places I knew he could not see... after I had eaten a light dinner and the sun went down I took a shower, put on a light nightie, nothing underneath, as usual, and I curled up on the family room sofa, waiting and hoping he would come... just thinking about that morning, feeling myself getting wet at the mere thought of him, the anticipation and dread running parallel courses through me... my heart flipped in time with a pang of fear as I saw a shadow moving through the back yard in view of the windows that I had left wide open... as it stepped into the half-light shining through the glass sliding door I saw the face I had been waiting for, and I immediately knew that the waiting had been worse on him by the determined set of his jaw... the fire in his eyes held to my wide ones, though I felt his gaze take in every part of me, an immediate appraisal... a wash of relief flooded over me from unknown depth as he stepped inside, dressed in black... I barely noticed the soft black bag he carried in his left hand as he crossed to me, slid an arm behind me and pulled me up to his lips, claiming me in his kiss... I felt weightless as my knees hovered an inch over the sofa cushions... his breath caressed my ear as he stated more than asked "are you ready for tonight? it'll be a night you will never forget"... my stomach tied into a knot of anticipation, and I felt suddenly weak... turning to his eyes I regained my strength immediately, seeing the surety he possessed... he lifted me and set me on my feet, and led me to my room... he pulled my nightie over my head and stood back, looking at me... I couldn't read his thoughts, but I knew that he was fighting the urge to take me right then by the length of time he looked at me and by the distance he maintained... my head rose higher in this knowledge, my eyes more sure holding the gaze of his... finally he moved forward, dropping his bag on the foot of my bed and flipping it open... for the first time I wondered what was in it and if I could trust him... doubt crossed my mind as I realized that I had only met him yesterday and knew nothing of him except that he was holding me a prisoner in my own house... he must have seen the fear cross my eyes and slight step backward that I unknowingly took because he turned to me with the kindest look and a pained twist of his mouth, almost an apology in acknowledgment of the situation, but not disguising the want he had for me... he said "I'll leave now if you tell me to, or whenever you say so; I'll still want you and I will think of you, but I will not force you; you have captured my mind and body like no other ever has, and I'll not jeopardize the future I want with you."... the hurt I saw in his eyes brought a silent gasp from me, then my head fell and my eyes closed... when I looked to him again I saw the relief in the smile on his lips, his answer to the faith I had decided to place in him... he stepped close and kissed me gently, guiding me to a seat in the upper center of the bed... he whispered "thank you" in a trembling voice as he took a medium length of soft cotton rope and bound my wrist to brass crossbar of the headboard next to the outer one and below the upper one... the intentness of his eyes returned as he repeated the motion with my left wrist, kissing it first... then he took a shorter length of rope and tied it two inches above my elbow, running two feet of rope behind my back and tying my other arm in the same place, resulting in my elbows being bent at a 45 degree angle, holding me close to the headboard behind me... he took long lengths of rope, spreading my legs wide and pulling my feet over the sides of the double bed... I watched his eyes travel over my sex and up over my tummy and breasts on the way to my calm and waiting eyes... he smiled to me and I back... then he bent to bind each foot, tying the other end of the rope to the leg of the bed behind it... knowing I was twisted at an odd and painful angle by the concentrated set of my mouth, he wrapped an arm behind me, pulling me to my widespread knees then toward him so the ropes on my ankles were taut... in order to reduce the burn in my thighs I had to lean back on my elbows and my wrists in a hard arch, my sex forward and breasts high, my body open and exposed to the cool air blown over me by the fan in the corner... he paused to look at me and say quietly "you are so beautiful like that"... I could feel the blush in my cheeks , but the pride in myself stopping the embarrassment from going any further... I could barely see him as he was kneeling before me, between my legs, but I felt his hand as it rested over my left knee and slid up over my thigh, myself growing moist and his hand slowly rose, until his thumb brushed over my outer lip, a thrill in my stomach at his touch... a felt a rope being laid across my waist, crossed behind me and brought in front again... my stretching my neck I could see his fingers tying each side of the rope snug, the knots six inches apart... then he took the remaining lengths of rope in one hand and my head fell back in a moan as the fingers of his left hand slid between my wet lips, sliding up and down between them... I trembled and moaned, amazed at how little it took to get such a strong response from me... then I felt him spreading my lips wide, the air from the fan cooling my sex, making me very aware of exactly how wet I was... then I felt the ropes being guided between my outer lips, holding them spread wide, passed up between my cheeks and tied tightly to the ropes about my waist... I wiggled my hips around a bit, feeling the ropes moving against my sex, the pressure very arousing and teasing, the exposure making me very conscious of myself... his fingers once again moved about my sex spreading my wetness all over the ropes and between... my want for him grew as he touched me so well, deep, satisfied breathing at being used for his pleasure... next I saw him take two lengths of rope with loops on the end, passing each end of the rope through the loop of the other, then again the same direction, leaving two circles which he put around my breasts... the end of the rope he pulled, fingers adjusting the placement of the ropes as he tightened them around my breasts, drawing them into two firm, round balls... he smiled and flicked my nipples, encouraging them to sensitive hardness, then reaching behind me to tie the ends of the lengths of rope behind my back... the ends of the ropes he slipped around the rope around my waist, pulling them tight, matching the hard arch of my back before tying the ends off... his hands moved to caress the taut orbs of my breasts, eliciting a quiet whimper of want from my mouth.. his head suddenly dipped low, and I felt a hard bite on my mound just above my wet slit... I jerked against my bonds in response, suddenly realizing that my body had no recourse; I was left to rely only on my inner strength and my trust in the stranger before me... instead of panic I felt an immense satisfaction that he felt the need to reduce me to this: an animals naked need and a human's capacity for pleasure... I smiled sensually complete, more aware of my body than I had ever been, and so stretching my mind and strength to an extent never before needed... I felt so empowered by my confinement... his teeth biting into my tummy reminded me of the position of submission I was in, to whom I owed this pleasure, and who had the power to give or deny me more... my trust in him to serve his own need filled me with joy, because I knew that I was his need and making me need him was his joy... the crack and following scent of sulfur returned my focus to him and I opened my eyes to find his looking deeply into mine, intense in concentration... a flickering candle hovered in the periphery of my vision, but coming steadily nearer... my muscles flexed against the bonds holding me, drawing strength from their immovability... the flame dipped and my eyes watched in slow motion as a stream of wax flowed down to land in the valley between my ribs, trickling down in a stream over my abs and tummy to slow as it neared my wet slit... the intensity of the heat was unexpected and a short, sharp cry tore from my throat before I knew it, but soon turned to a moan as I tried to arch up against the warmth spilled down me, trying to coax it the extra distance that I suddenly ached for it to traverse... he smiled temptingly down to me, still holding the candle tipped, letting one drop of wax fall at a time, extending the line endlessly nearer to my clit that awaited the kiss of pain that never came... my eyes snapped shut, then opened to him with a nod of my head... my admission of his mastery, my submission to his will, his pleasure not mine... the spasm erupted from my body at the exact moment that the unexpected drop of wax fell directly onto my clit... the wetness of a tear slid down my cheek in thanks to him... he blew out the candle and set it aside then untied my feet and wrists... he stood on my bed long enough to lift me up, turn me around, and bend me over... his hands rested on the curve of my ass as his foot kicked my feet out to the very edges of the bed... his fingers caressed my skin and kneaded it, then his lips bent to touch it so softly... a soft moan turned to a sharp cry as his teeth sunk suddenly into my flesh... I heard the clink of metal behind me and bent a bit further to peer between my legs... I saw him extending a metal bar with leather cuffs on the end between my ankles... he tightened it to the length he desired, then wrapped the leather about my right ankle, lacing up the ties that held it fast and repeated with my left ankle... the weight felt odd but solid... demanding that my legs remain spread wide for him... the ropes between my legs rubbed against me as I lifted my head again, and I wiggled against them to feel their pressure even more... he reached over me and I felt the fabric of his shirt against my back briefly as he secured my wrists to the top bar of my headboard... I wrapped my fingers over the coolness of the metal, feeling the security in my stance... the sudden crack of the whip on my ass drew a scream of surprise from me, and I lunged forward against the headboard in my enforced arch, drawing solidity from it and the bar between my feet... the sharp pain turned to burning warmth filling me completely... the second crack landed just below my ass... this time I jerked back against my bonds, wanting the harsh attentions more, feeling my sex growing wet again... the third and fourth cracks fell even more sharply, and I gripped the bar before me with white knuckles, whimpering loudly in the mixture of pain and pleasure... the soft touch of his hand smoothed over the redness of my ass, his kisses cool over the inflames skin, but adding to the warmth within me... his fingers slid up my legs, and I trembled as they neared my sex, hoping he would grace me with his erotic touch... he flicked my clit, bringing a sharper jerk than the whip and in the next second plunged three fingers deep into my sex, pistoning them in and out in a blur of motion, sensation, and pleasure... I moaned loudly, rocking back against his hand in the haze of want... then I felt his left hand smoothing over my ass before slapping it sharply... I jerked then felt my juices coating his fingers in response, a blush creeping to my cheeks as his hand smacked my other cheek... I heard myself whisper "please", and could almost feel his smile of approval falling on me... his fingers pulled out of me, and he said "you taste as lovely as you look"... I answered "thank you", but it was cut short by a cry of pleasure as his strong, firm hands suddenly gripped my breasts... he placed clamps on my nipples, tightening them to sharp pleasure of sensation to the sound of my whimpering pleas... another slap across my ass confirmed the place of my mind in a haze of want and sensation, I felt my juices beginning to dribble down from between the wet ropes... he coated his finger in my wetness then ran it around my puckered hole, placing it over it for a moment before pushing in... the bed bounced as he fell to his knees and my head jerked up as I felt his tongue sliding between my inner lips... I was moaning uncontrollably as his finger's insistent motion matched the demands of his probing tongue... my knees felt weak as a shudder consumed me... another of his fingers pushed into my sex and both were pounding in and out of me now, his lips and teeth nibbling over my exposure, urging on the shudders... another stronger wave of tremors washed over me, and he bit harder, pounded faster... I moaned and bucked, gripping the bar and rocking back against him, the sharpness of his teeth, the hardness of his fingers, knowing that he wanted my complete answer to him.... the next convulsion of my muscles matched the scream that tore from my depths, nearly bringing me to my knees as my juices spilled from my depths, his fingers still pistoning drawing forth all I had to give, his tongue moving over me lapping up the sweetness as it poured from me... while I could only draw in ragged, breaths and pants I drew on the firmness of his touch to keep myself standing... once the shudders began to subside he smacked my ass, and I answered "thank you" with all my heart... he kissed the roundness on my ass and reached in front of me, attaching a chain to the nipple clamps and giving a tug, my head snapping back in a flurry of hair in response to the sharp pull... his hands returned to the back of my thighs, caressing in smooth motions over them, drawing my attention to his touch, his feel, his attentions to me... I closed my eyes and concentrated on that thread that bound us together in this moment, his pleasure mine, his desire meeting mine... his hands moved over my body, an act of discovery and possession, his caress like a feather and as immovable as stone in the same moment... my head reeled as my mind returned to me, drifting over the us so apparent, the melding of ourselves, the eroticism of this moment as our selves met in a tingle of electricity... my breasts tingled with sensitivity, my sex grew sensitive as the currents of air brushed over it... little tremors belied my continuing arousal... I heard him whisper "god, how I want you"... as I heard a zipper then felt the touch of his hardness at my ass... I caught my breath as he moved his hardness between the cheeks of my ass, then his hands clenched me tight around him... he began pumping up and down, and we both moaned in want and desire for the physical union that could complete our bond... he spread my cheeks wide and dragged the tip of his head down my slit then back up, pushing it to the opening of my ass now... I groaned as he entered me, and gasped for a breath as he began moving within me... I gripped the bar before me and braced my legs, my back still held in a perfect arch for him, my nipples bouncing in the air, sending tingles through me that met the shudders coming from below... his hands gripped my waist as he pushed in and out very slowly yet completely, causing the desire and anticipation in me to build between strokes and release like waves crashing on an ocean shore... I heard his deep and controlled breathing behind me littered with low, quiet moans, knowing exactly what they betrayed in him, and I smiled at how I had been able to bring him to this... he must have felt my pride because in the next instant he pulled out and slammed deep into my wet sex, hard and fast... he growled low "now make me cum"... I gasped faintly, wondering as he just held there, then I understood... I clenched my muscles about him, straining for concentration and focus, and I began working my muscles about him, slowly at first, but in a strong, even rhythm... the contraction of my muscles grew more sure and faster, and I began pushing and pulling on his hard length, manipulating it within me... I could feel my pleasure increasing with the motions he required of me, and I heard his moan of pleasure near my ear... he tugged on the chain between my nipples and I almost lost my focus, but I quickly regained it, tightening my muscles even harder, squeezing him relentlessly, wanting to bring him to orgasm... then he gripped my breasts, flicking my nipples before removing the clamps... I shuddered, concentrating the brunt of my trembling about his shaft, then the burn flooded my breasts, so much pain, making me so wet... I began working his cock faster and harder, knowing he was drawing near, but so was I... just as his cries drew more insistent and ragged, he grabbed my hips and began thrusting into me violently... I would have smiled at what I had caused him to need if my need didn't answer his so completely... the pleasure bathed my mind and heart even as he thrust his last and came into me with a cry of triumph and defeat... I held him tight into me making him feel my tremors as I came again... the slickness of our mingling juices ran over his cock, over my widespread sex and down my legs... he whispered "thank you" just before his had moved my sweat-drenched hair to the side and he kissed the nape of my neck... a lick of his tongue tasted the saltiness as his other hand untied my wrists... he bent to untie my ankles before he pulled me to him and down atop the bed, kissing me and running his hands over my glistening body... he tenderly removed the remaining ropes from my body, and his hands and kisses soothed my skin where they had been... I snuggled against him in my exhausted ecstasy, and turned to him... his lips floated to touch mine... our souls mingled in that kiss...


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