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This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use 
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Unwinding In Surrender
by SuthrnLrd (suthrnlrd@hotmail.com)

***

A tender moment of sexual release and comfort between 
husband and wife. (MF, bd, rom)

***

Author Note: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you're 
too young to legally read this, or if you think you 
might be offended if you read it, don't. 

***

I greet you at the door with a smile and a hug, feeling 
the tension in your body from a hard day's work. I kiss 
your cheek as I close the door behind us. I take the 
briefcase from your hand and toss it onto the couch.

"Hungry, sweet?"

You shake your head. "I had a late lunch."

I hold you close, just enjoying you pressed up against 
me, your arms wrapped around me, your breath hot against 
my neck. I reach down and squeeze your ass through your 
beige business skirt. I nibble your ear and then whisper 
into it.

"I can tell you've had a rough day today."

You sigh and melt into me.

I squeeze your ass harder, pressing you against me. 

"For the rest of the night, you have no 
responsibilities. No deadlines. No accounts to reconcile 
or reports to file. No choices to make." I begin pulling 
your skirt up slowly. "You have no choices at all. No 
decisions." I can feel you squirm as my hands bunch up 
your skirt above your ass, exposing your prim and proper 
cotton panties.

I push you up against the door, my hands squeezing and 
kneading your ass through the panties. I kiss your neck 
and bite it lightly as you wrap one leg around my waist 
and clench against me.

"Mmmmm..." you purr, rubbing against me. I smile and 
push back, letting you feel how hard my cock is through 
the clothing that separates us.

"In fact, sweet," I continue to whisper, "I'm the one 
who'll be making the decisions tonight. Understand me, 
pet?"

You whimper and nod, your hips grinding against me with 
rising need. "Yes, my Lord."

I reach down and pull your other leg up, and you wrap it 
around me, both legs hugging my waist, your back pressed 
into the hard wood of the door. With one hand, I reach 
beneath you and massage your pussy through your panties. 
You react instantly, your motions becoming more 
uncontrolled and your hands clenching and unclenching.

"My first decision is that you will come right now. You 
have thirty seconds to start coming. If you fail, I will 
punish you. Do you understand?" 

You gasp. "Yes, my Lord!"

With that, I begin rubbing your pussy harder now, 
feeling your wetness soak the cloth. I push against you 
even harder and open your mouth with my tongue, probing 
you and kissing you deeply. You are frantic now, barely 
able to catch your breath as I suck on your lips and 
thrust my tongue deep in your mouth.

My fingers are rubbing your clit now, faster and faster, 
and I can feel your body tense as it prepares to climax. 
And then you are shuddering uncontrollably, moaning into 
my mouth, and I keep rubbing you, and you grind against 
my hand, and you cry out as you clutch me and shake from 
the orgasm.

I remove my slick fingers, letting your skirt fall back 
down. Still pressing you against the door as you relax 
and let your shaky legs slide down to the floor, I put 
my fingers in my mouth and suck them.

"Mmmm..." I kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear. 
"You taste so good, pet. I hope you don't mind the fact 
that I'm going to force your body to produce a lot of 
that tonight. I really hope you don't mind. Because you 
don't have a choice. I'm thirsty for you, pet, and it's 
going to take everything you have to slake my thirst."

I kiss you, catching the moan that escapes your lips.

Suddenly, I pull away from you and pull you with me to 
the center of the room. I remove a black blindfold from 
my pocket, like a magician performing a scarf trick, and 
hold it in front of you. Then I turn you around and 
lower the blindfold over your eyes. I tighten it, making 
sure you can't see a thing. Your body tenses a bit, and 
I merely hold you from behind and kiss your neck until 
you relax.

I strip you slowly, pausing to kiss and fondle your 
flesh as I expose it. Each portion of your body gets 
worked over with my hands and lips as all barriers to 
your flesh are removed. When I have stripped you 
completely, I take your arms and touch your wrists 
together behind your back, indicating that you should 
keep them there. I wrap a satin scarf around and between 
your wrists, tying it tightly, binding your wrists 
together.

"Is that comfortable, pet?"

You nod. "Yes, my Lord."

"Good." I spread your legs apart with my hands, and 
brush my fingers against your pussy momentarily before 
stepping around to face you.

I kiss you gently while I remove my clothes. You 
struggle with yourself not to move as I kiss your lips, 
your cheeks, your neck, the V between your breasts, the 
smooth surface of your breasts. By the time I reach your 
nipples, I am naked, and I tease you by merely flicking 
my tongue rapidly and briefly against each nipple, 
making your nipples even harder.

With one hand, I take my hard cock and press it to my 
stomach as I embrace you. My cock is sandwiched between 
our bodies as I kiss you. I know how much you want it 
inside you, but the night is young, and there will be 
plenty of time for that later.

We stand there kissing for a while, me with the freedom 
to let my fingers play upon your body as I see fit, and 
you forbidden to move. You know how much I enjoy 
tormenting you like this, how I so love all the 
reactions your body makes as I stroke your skin. You've 
had one orgasm so far, but you know that your second one 
will take a long time to get here, and that you will 
have to spend a long time being aroused and frustrated 
before it arrives.

I leave you now for a moment, and you bite your lip, 
wondering what will happen next. You can hear me walking 
across the room, opening something that sounds like a 
sliding drawer. You hear something that sounds like 
tinkling bells. You hear me approach you again.

You gasp as I suddenly grab your left nipple and touch 
something hard and metallic to it, and you cry out as 
you feel your nipple clamped. The clamp is not so tight 
that it hurts you, but you can feel your nipple throb 
with the pressure. 

I grab your right nipple and quickly clamp it as well. I 
kiss you as you groan from it, and while I am kissing 
you, you gasp as you feel each clamp in turn suddenly 
get heavier, and you realize that I have added small 
weights to each clamp. The clamps still are not painful, 
but the weights add to the pressure. And when you move, 
you hear the tinkling of bells. You blush.

I begin licking the tips of your nipples and flicking 
the bells that dangle from the clamps, and you moan with 
a combination of embarrassment, discomfort, and need. I 
keep this up for a while, letting the stimulation start 
to overwhelm you.

Then I adorn other parts of your body with bells. I 
fasten clip-on earrings, each with a small bell dangling 
beneath. I tie bells to your ankles. I tie bells to the 
scarf that binds your wrists. I tie bells to your 
thighs. I tie bells in your hair. And then I make you 
spread your legs as wide as they'll go for the finishing 
touches.

I must be gentle here. I take your left outer labia and 
pull on it, stretching it out just a bit. Then, deftly 
and quickly, I put a clamp on it and tighten the clamp 
only to the point where it will not fall off, and no 
more. I repeat this with your right labia, and you can 
hear the tinkling of these new bells as they tug at your 
most sensitive of places.

I step back to admire my handiwork. You are trembling, 
setting off a chorus of tinkling bells, which only 
serves to make you tremble harder.

"You are beautiful, my pet."

"Th-thank you, my Lord."

"I think these adornments enhance your beauty. Perhaps I 
will have you wear them more often for me."

You shiver, creating more musical ripples. "If it 
pleases you, my Lord."

I smile. "Dance for me."

You gasp, but already your body is obeying me. It's 
awkward to dance with your hands tied behind your back, 
but you try to dance gracefully for me. The bells tinkle 
at full volume.

"More seductively. Arouse me with motion."

You try to lose yourself in the dance, swaying your 
hips, moving your feet. And always, always, the tinkling 
of bells. Your motions are erotic now, exciting. You 
have lost yourself in dancing, swaying to the sound of 
your own heartbeat. I feel my cock twitch at the sight 
of you.

"Now stop. Face away from the sound of my voice." You 
obey me as I speak. "Spread your legs wider. Bend over 
slightly. Now make your ass dance for me. Grind it. 
Don't move anything else, just your ass." You begin, 
moving your ass in undulating circles. "That's it. Show 
me how much you want my cock inside you. Let your ass 
tell me this by the way you grind. Think only of how you 
would love for me to thrust deeply inside your pussy."

You are one mass of tinkling bells as you grind for me. 
I watch your ass, wanting so much to fuck you. Instead, 
I put my hand on your ass. "Keep grinding," I command 
you. I let your ass guide my hand as you wiggle for me. 

Over and over, you make delicious circles, ovals, 
figure-eight's with your ass. You grind and gyrate with 
your mind as well as your body, displaying your great 
need for me, testing the limits of my self-control. How 
easy it would be to simply take you now, to impale you 
on my throbbing cock and fuck you until we both achieved 
a quick and much-needed release. But the release becomes 
so much sweeter when desperation is at a fever pitch. I 
restrain myself and simply enjoy the motions of your 
ass.

Finally, when you are panting from desire, I playfully 
swat your ass and command you to stop and stand. I 
remove the bells from your body, starting with the 
clamps on your pussy lips. You breathe a sigh of relief 
as the pressure leaves you, and you are glad as each 
bell is removed. But instead of removing the nipple 
clamps, I attach an end of a silver chain to each clamp. 
You whimper as you realize that the pressure on your 
nipples will not be relieved.

Slowly I pull on the chain. The throbbing pressure of 
your nipples increases, and you instinctively step 
forward to relieve it. I kiss your lips quickly and take 
a step back, pulling on the chain again. You follow me. 
You quickly learn the rules of the game as I stop you 
with my hands and guide you silently. 

You are not to step forward until I have pulled the 
chain taut and your nipples begin to stretch. Then you 
are allowed to move one step. But you must stand still 
until you feel your nipples being stretched again. Step 
by step, with an alternating rhythm of increasing and 
decreasing pressure to your poor nipples, I lead you to 
the bathroom.

By the time we arrive, you are panting, and I can smell 
your arousal. It pleases me. I kiss your lips again and 
remove the clamps, hearing you sigh with relief. I give 
each nipple a quick kiss, then prepare a shower for us.

The water is as hot as we can stand it, and I step in 
first to guide you. I pull you to me, your arms still 
pinned behind you, the blindfold still covering your 
eyes. I pull you into an embrace and let you feel my 
naked flesh against yours again, let my cock rub against 
you.

Then I pull away and bathe you slowly and thoroughly. 
The shower is large enough for me to position you any 
way I please, and I put you into delightful positions in 
order to bathe every part of you. I make you bend over, 
your legs spread wide, and I use my left hand to steady 
you while my right lathers your ass. I rub my soapy 
fingers along the crack of your ass, teasing you, slowly 
pushing just the tip of my index finger into your tiny 
hole and rubbing there.

I make you lean with your back against the wall and your 
legs as far out as you can go without slipping, and use 
the soap on your pussy. I am very careful not to 
stimulate you too much. I don't want you coming again 
for awhile.

I have you kneel before me, the water splashing against 
your back. I run my thumb along your mouth for a moment 
before parting your lips. I pull down, and you 
obligingly open your mouth for me. You can feel the head 
of my cock touch your lips now, and you eagerly take it 
inside your mouth. 

I run my fingers through your hair as you begin to suck 
me, and I begin a running monologue of tender words, 
telling you what a good pet you are, how sweet you are 
to me, and how much I love you. I start rambling a bit 
as the orgasm swells within me, telling you what is in 
store for you, how much pleasure I am going to force 
from your body, and how before the night is through you 
will be begging me to let you stop coming.

And then I explode inside your mouth, moaning at the top 
of my lungs. You hungrily devour every drop and milk me 
dry, until I have to pull my suddenly too-sensitive cock 
from your mouth. I help you up and embrace you, kissing 
you violently, tasting myself on your lips.

"I love you," I whisper in your ear.

It takes perhaps ten minutes to dry you and prepare you 
for the main course of tonight's erotic feast. As I dry 
you, I play with your body, teasing your arousal ever 
higher. Your movements are without the slightest 
inhibition and are guided only by need. They are 
accompanied by the most delightful whimpers, pouts, and 
entreaties. I could command you to remain motionless and 
silent as I rub you with the towel, but it pleases me 
for you to display your desire.

At last, I lead you to the bedroom. I remove the scarf 
that binds your hands together, and I let you embrace me 
briefly, your hands grabbing my back, pulling us 
together. I kiss you after a minute and pull away from 
you.

I replace the wet blindfold with a dry one, and you 
climb onto the bed as I guide you. I have you lie on 
your back, with your legs spread apart. Your knees are 
bent and pressing down onto the sheets, exposing you to 
me completely. With soft, fake-fur cuffs, I strap your 
legs in this position at the ankles and lower thighs. 

The ankle cuffs are attached to the foot of the bed, 
while the thigh cuffs are attached to the sides. Then 
your wrists are strapped above your head, stretching 
your arms taut. When I have finished, you are immobile 
and utterly vulnerable.

You cry out in surprise as you feel something enter your 
ear, and you reflexively jerk your head aside. I take 
your left nipple and squeeze firmly, keeping the 
pressure on it as I tell you to relax. Distracted by 
your nipple, I finish sliding the earplug in, making 
sure it fits properly. I kiss your other ear and whisper 
"don't be frightened, pet." The second plug goes in 
without a struggle.

You whimper as you feel me put something else over your 
ears. You realize they are headphones, the big kind that 
cup the whole ear. The trembling of your body begins 
again.

I lie down beside you, stroking your breasts gently. 
"Sweet?" I say very loudly, almost shouting. "Can you 
hear me?"

"Y-yes, my Lord."

I kiss your lips. "In a moment, I am going to turn on 
some music." It feels awkward to be talking so loud, but 
I have to make sure you hear me. "I am going to turn it 
up slowly. You must tell me when the music sounds normal 
to you. Do you understand?"

You nod, biting your lip.

I have a 10-disc CD changer that I've programmed for a 
few hours' worth of sensual music. More than we'll need, 
but guaranteed not to run out before I am finished with 
you. I touch the play button and begin slowly turning up 
the volume. It will have to be very loud to sound normal 
through the earplugs.

"That's it, my Lord," you say, just when I start to 
worry that the volume might be getting too high. "That's 
loud enough. I-I'm a little scared." I am at your side 
instantly, touching you, kissing you, soothing you 
without words. I stroke your face and kiss your 
forehead. I lie next to you and let you feel the warmth 
of my body. I hold you until I can feel you relax a 
little.

You sigh. "It's...it's okay now, my Lord. Thank you." I 
kiss your forehead again and shift position so that I'm 
lying on top of you. I slip my hand under your head and 
cradle it as I kiss your lips. For several minutes we 
simply kiss, and I feel your body respond to mine. My 
cock, so recently drained by your sweet lips, is 
awakening again.

It's time to begin your sensual torment.

I kneel between your spread legs, simply sitting there, 
not touching you. Your body tenses as all contact with 
me is broken. I let you feel this tension for awhile, 
letting it build within you, letting you wonder what 
will happen next.

And then my hand is suddenly on your thigh, caressing it 
gently. You arch up involuntarily, hoping I will touch 
your aching pussy, but I merely enjoy the feel of your 
creamy skin. How smooth and sweet it is, so agreeable to 
being petted and caressed. I withdraw my hand, leaving 
you tense and unfulfilled for a minute.

My lips are upon your belly now, and I kiss you as you 
moan helplessly. I trace little circles with my tongue 
around your belly button, listening to your ragged 
breathing. And again, I withdraw, leaving you with no 
sensation.

Suddenly you feel my fingers squeezing your right nipple 
hard, and you cry out and raise your ass off the bed, 
squirming. I release your nipple and let you feel the 
frustrating sensation of nothingness for awhile.

Now I kiss your calves, slowly working my way up your 
legs, licking and sucking the flesh. When I reach your 
inner thighs, I open my mouth wide and suck the flesh in 
hard. You squeal and writhe as much as your bonds will 
allow, and I bite lightly into your thigh and suck 
harder. I release your flesh with a wet popping sound 
that you cannot hear, and rub the angry hickey with the 
tips of my fingers, listening to your sigh of relief.

After another frustrating period of no sensations, I 
move back to your lips, pressing my body full against 
yours. I press the tip of my cock against your pussy and 
rub the head along your slit, catching your moans with 
my lips. You thrust against me, begging me with your 
body to fuck you. But I merely tease you like this, 
kissing you and rubbing your pussy lips with my cock, 
until you are trembling with need. Then I withdraw.

I watch your sumptuous body writhe for awhile before 
beginning my next stimulation.

It seems like an eternity for you. You never know what 
to expect next. One minute I might be lightly circling 
your nipples with my fingers, the next I might be 
spanking your inner thighs. I might massage your feet, 
or nibble on your earlobes. I might run an ice cube over 
your body. And always, the lengthy pauses between 
stimulations to give you plenty of time to wonder what 
will come next.

At long last, just when it seems your pussy will never 
receive the lengthy attention I offer to other parts of 
your body, I lower my lips to your pussy and probe you 
with my tongue.

You cry out and thrust your ass off the bed, and I catch 
it in my hands and knead your ass-flesh roughly as my 
tongue and lips play upon your pussy. I do not touch 
your clit yet, though it strains at me as if it had a 
mind of its own. I merely continue the slow build to 
your approaching orgasm.

And then I stop.

You moan in frustration and need, pumping your hips at 
me, but I merely stroke your thighs lightly. Little by 
little you relax, your ass sinking back down onto the 
bed.

When you have relaxed, I begin again.

There is nothing held back now. You have become a 
writhing, panting, frustrated creature, howling without 
words as I bring you again and again almost to orgasm, 
then leaving you alone as you beg and moan and whimper 
and thrash and try so hard to push yourself over the 
edge without my help.

Finally, just when it seems you will go mad, I attack 
your clit with my tongue.

Your cries are almost violent as I begin lapping you 
rhythmically. Over and over again my tongue performs the 
same sweeping motion across the hard knot of flesh, 
making it even harder and causing your cries to rise in 
pitch and volume.

I thrust a finger into your pussy, not missing a beat in 
the licking. I press against your G-spot in a counter-
rhythm to the licking of your clit. It's a syncopated 
pattern of press-lick, press-lick, press-lick, press-
lick, over and over again. Your ass is high off the bed, 
your wailing constant.

Your whole universe has been reduced to the sensations 
of your pussy and the music in your ears.

I can feel the tension in your body as the orgasm 
builds. You let out a long wail as the wave begins to 
crest, then you are screaming and pumping your hips 
wildly as the orgasm overwhelms you. I move with you, 
not missing a beat, the constant press-lick, press-lick 
pushing you even higher into the stratosphere.

You become nothing but a chain reaction of orgasm upon 
orgasm. Wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure tears 
through your body. You are lost in an ocean of feeling, 
being tossed about by powerful waves as you come and 
come and come.

At long last, just when you feel yourself coming down, 
the wave depositing your tired body on the shore of 
relaxing bliss, I lie on top of you. Kissing you, I 
gently push my needy cock into your dripping wet pussy. 
You whimper as you feel the wave begin again.

When I am all the way inside you, I remove the 
headphones and the earplugs, then take off the blindfold 
so I may stare into your beautiful eyes. I kiss you 
passionately as we begin to fuck, our bodies moving 
together in perfectly matched rhythms. I reach up and 
undo your wrist cuffs so that I can feel your arms 
wrapped around me, so that I can lose myself in you.

I fuck you slowly and steadily, building us both to 
earth-shattering orgasms. When we finally come, we come 
together, screaming out each other's names.

I kiss your eyelids as we float back to earth.

"I love you, sweet," I whisper in your ear.

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
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