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Simple Things
by MarArch (mararch@ix.netcom.com)
***
She loved kneeling to him, and he loved having her
there. His head reeled when he heard himself ordering
her to perform some task, knowing she must comply, and
hers spun with anticipation as she waited for his
orders. And if they had drifted casually into this
strange partnership, they both now knew it was where and
how they truly belonged together. (Mdom/F, d/s, bd,
cons)
***
He sat in the chair across from her, leaning back, his
feet firmly panted on the floor before him, thighs
spread, shoulders resting against the cool smoothness of
the overstuffed chair, forearms draped casually along
those of the chair. His gaze was rigid and level,
staring at where she was kneeling, across from where he
sat. Though his body appeared to be draped in a relaxed,
almost casual manner, she could tell he was tense...
perhaps as much as she herself.
She was leaned back, on her crossed heels, her thighs
spread in a mirror wideness of his own, except that she
was naked, while he still wore his white, silky shirt
and tight, thong-like briefs. She might have appeared to
be some sort of Amazon warrior, squatting in a hut
during some war council, except for the fact that her
fingers were laced behind her neck, elbows stretched out
wide, back straight to allow her breasts to jut out and
upwards, in the subservient position he always commanded
her to assume whenever they began these "games".
They had been lovers for some time, and were just now at
the first sure footfall of their new life as Master and
Charge... a term she much preferred to the usual
appellation of "sub"... though at times, she did wish he
might refer to her, sternly, as "slave". They had played
casually with the concept of this new kind of
relationship, and were mutually surprised and pleased
when they both realized the thrill it provided for them,
and how, in a new and exciting way, it was completely
right for them.
She loved kneeling to him, and he loved having her
there. His head reeled when he heard himself ordering
her to perform some task, knowing she must comply, and
hers spun with anticipation as she waited for his
orders. And if they had drifted casually into this
strange partnership, they both now knew it was where and
how they truly belonged together.
So far, they had only had one brief "game" (in person at
least), and the rest of their limited time together was
consumed with more mundane form of cooing and bonding,
gentle touches and light, loving caresses. But this time
he had told her, the moment she entered the room, to
disrobe and assume the position at his feet, and once
the rippling thrill of anticipation had rolled through
her, she had quickly complied with trembling fingers.
So now she knelt before him, awaiting his pleasure,
knowing that his pleasure was always firmly rooting
inside the providing for her own.
"Look at me" he said, quietly. Her head lifted from its'
lowered, docile fix on the floor before his feet and
locked on his steady gaze.
"You're beautiful, you know that..."
She wanted to smile or blush or avert her gaze or
whisper her thanks to her beloved master but she did
none of these things as she had not yet been given
permission. Instead she merely sighed, deeply and
enjoyed the tingle that ran up her naked spine.
After gazing at her a moment longer, his hands moved
from the arms of the chair and his fingers gently
gripped the ties at his hips which held his thong-like
briefs together, slowly pulling them until the popped
open and the sheer fabric covering his already stiff and
alert member sagged down, revealing his blood-flushed
cock. She gasped at the sight of it, as she always did,
and felt a sudden urge to crawl to him and gently sweep
it between her lips, suckling on it, providing it with
sensations she knew only her attentions could provide.
Deep inside herself she felt her sex clench and release
and the first trickle of her excitement begin to well
up.
One of his hands moved slowly back and came to rest on
the arm of the chair, but the other stayed, hovering
over the lightly pulsing member for a long moment, then
settled upon it, the fingers curling around it's shaft
and slowly beginning to stroke, up and down.
"I've written you a lot of stories, haven't I... some
very interesting stories... about all the amazing things
I want to do to you... to your body... to your mind and
your soul... but we both know that that was all fantasy,
don't we... Pure, uncluttered fantasy..."
Her breathing was becoming shorter as she struggled to
focus on his words, to pull her mind away from her
growing desire to feel and taste and engulf his cock
with her every orifice...
"That's why, tonight, I wanted to keep everything very
simple. No swings... no trampolines... nothing with an
engine in it..."
She smiled and blushed, remembering that particular tale
and the effect it had on her...
"Tonight, it's going to be very simple... just a plain
chair... and some cords... of various gages..."
He cast his eyes over beside and behind her, and she
longed to turn and look, but did not. She had already
seen the chair placed near the center of the room... a
simple, armless, wooden chair with a high, straight
back. Nothing fancy at all. Nothing, certainly, on which
any of her fantasies had yet been based.
His eyes flicked back to fix on her once more and a
smile spread over his lips as he understood what she was
thinking.
"Yes... not very exciting, is it... Well... we'll have
to see what we can do about that.... won't we... Stand
up, please."
Even though his words were polite, she could tell from
the firmness, the strength of his tone that she would
have to obey... would want to obey.. She rose slowly,
planting one foot and pushing herself up, remembering to
keep her fingers clasped behind her neck. She stood
before him now, firmly locking her legs in a wide spread
stance, as he had taught her, showing her open, hairless
mons and all her secret places.
He nodded slowly in approval and at last his hand
released his cock and he stood. Extending an arm, he
gestured casually toward the chair.
"Over there, please."
She turned and finally focused on the chair. It was even
less impressive on second viewing that before. The wood
was scratched and the old, dull yellow cushion was worn
and bore some stains and blotches. She was almost
disappointed and her elbows must have visibly sagged.
"You're not happy with my choice?"
Instantly, she straightened her spine and pushed her
elbows wide, hoping not to earn some dire punishment for
daring to show that something he had planned for her
would not meet her approval.
"Well, we'll just have to make it as interesting as we
can then... Go to it, please."
She moved to where the chair was and took her place
beside it, standing erect and proud. He moved over to
the bed against the wall and turned down the comforter,
reaching under it, his hands seemingly sorting something
there. He tossed a glance at her before returning his
gaze to his activities.
"No, in front of it, please. Legs against the seat."
She moved around to the front of the chair and inched
back until she felt the coolness of the wood against the
back of her knees. She stole a glance at him, watching
as he lifted a coil of thin rope from under the
comforter and placed it aside, reaching back for
something else. He flicked a glance at her.
"Why are you looking at me" he said, evenly.
She sucked in her breath and turned her eyes straight
ahead, a flush rolling through her face.
"Now, spread your legs, wide."
She shifted her weight and spread her feet in a wide,
almost proud, defiant stance. From now on she determined
to obey his every command to the letter.
"Very good. Now, I want you to back up, until your
lovely ass is touching the back of the chair."
She began to inch backwards, feeling the sides of the
chair seat brush the insides of her knees as she
straddled it, moving carefully back until the cool wood
of the chair back touched her buttocks where she
stopped. The seat was wide and forced her to bend her
legs ever so slightly to accommodate it. She kept her
gaze full forward, but from her peripheral vision she
saw him scoop up the coil of rope and move slowly,
deliberately toward her, stopping a few feet away.
"Yes" he said, observing her dispassionately "I think
that will do nicely. Now, place your wrists behind the
back of the chair, please... against the outer edges."
She unclasped her fingers from behind her neck and
lowered her arms until she felt the cool wood brush her
wrists, then slid them along until the rested against
the outer edges of the back. The position was unusual...
not particularly uncomfortable, merely strange, as if
her body wasn't quite used to being held in this exact
configuration. She wondered what he had in store for her
now and suddenly realized that perhaps this might be a
bit more interesting than she had originally assumed.
He nodded slowly once more, then moved around behind
her, and a moment later she felt the first end of the
long coil or rope slipping between slats of the chair
back and being wound around her wrist... twice... three
times... four.... being pulled tighter and tighter
against the wood... By the time she felt him move to the
other side, she found her wrist bound to tightly to the
chair back by a gauntlet of rope coils from her wrist to
halfway up her forearm...
She closed her eyes to savor this sweet sensation as he
began working on her other wrist, which was soon
secured, and then felt him kneel, carefully adjust the
placement of her foot close against the back chair leg,
causing her to bend her knees slightly more, and soon it
too was lashed to the chair... followed by the other.
Now all four of her limbs were tied securely to the
chair, and the fact that her knees were slightly bend
began to register in her mind, as she realized that the
muscles of her thighs were bearing much of her weight
and beginning to tremble. She flexed them briefly, to
see if she could, perhaps, sit down, but quickly
realized that if she did so, her upper body would be
forced far forward in the chair and her mons would
therefore have to press, hard against the forward edge
of the seat.
As she contemplated these developments, she suddenly
felt the rope being threaded up through the slats in the
chair back behind her, wound over its top and fed around
her waist, pulling her back against it slightly. It
wrapped around her waist several times before she could
feel it being knotted in the small of her back. Then she
felt his arm slip down her spine and drop the rope onto
the chair seat. He came around in front of her and
stopped long enough to smile at her before scooping it
up and folding it, carefully, between her legs. He
reached down and gently spread the lips of her sex,
delicately, slowly drawing the rope up the groove and
feeding the end through the waist rope at her naval. He
pulled it tight and dropped the rope on the seat once
more, moving around behind her again. She once more felt
his arm slide down and pick up the rope and pull it
gently up, so that a second line joined the first,
threaded between the now moist and throbbing lips of her
sex... And then he slowly pulled it tight.
The rope pressed into her, slipping down on either side
of her pulsing clit, holding it like a pair of clamps
and she shuddered at the sensation, her knees bending
involuntarily. When she tried to push herself up
straight, she could feel the trembling in her thighs
making her sink slightly, but that merely pulled the
crotch ropes tighter against the sides of her clit,
sliding ever so slightly... enough to enflame her now
billowing lust, but not enough to cause her to cum.
At last he stepped out from behind her, smiled as he
surveyed his handiwork and moved to where the comforter
was turned down on the bed. From beneath it, he pulled
out the clamps... a pair of loop nipple clamps connected
by a long, thin chain... Only this pair were
different... this pair had an additional, long chain
which ended in another pair of clamps at the far end.
What the hell is that for she wondered, until it struck
her, and she felt herself shudder and groan with
apprehension mixed with delicious anticipation.
He reached under the comforter once more and his hand
drew out the double bullet vibrator... the twin
disposable lighter sized steel ovals connected with long
wires to the control box. His hand dipped down once more
and came out with the blindfold... the fleece lined one
he had used on her their very first scene.
He moved toward her, stopping to smile into her now
glassy, distracted eyes before setting down the
blindfold and bullets and approaching with the clamps.
He bent over until his mouth was a mere breaths'
distance from her already tight nipple and slowly opened
his mouth, allowing her to watch his tongue as it snaked
out, teasingly and finally flicked the nipple with its
tip.
She shuddered at the feeling but before she could savor
it, his lips locked on the already tight button of flesh
and drew it, hard, into his mouth.
"Ooooohhhhhh" she cried as the painful ache of his
drawing her welled through her chest. She closed her
eyes and her head rolled back to savor it, so she did
not feel the first bite of the loop around the now
distended and pulsing nipple... Only when he drew it
tight and the shock of that feeling rolled into her
chest and rippled down her belly did she focus on it
once more...
Looking down, she saw his tongue already stalking her
other nipple... followed by the teasing flick and the
painful, capturing suck. But this time she forced
herself to stay focused and saw his quickly slip the
loop over the erect flesh and pull it tight, pinching
her.
Her body was jerking slightly now, the cascade of
sensations causing her to shudder and flinch, which in
turn caused the crotch ropes to tease the sides of her
clit and release more shocks that rippled through her.
She was already somewhat distracted as she watched him
slide his hands down the length of the chain to where
the two alligator clamps hung, taking them carefully
between his fingers...
He slowly straightened up until his eyes were on hers
once more. She probed deep into the brown orbs and
instantly saw and felt the lust building in him as it
was in her, though he was hiding it much better than she
was able to..
Slowly, he leaned down toward her, his lips moving
closer to her own, and she instinctively leaned to meet
him, her eyes slipping shut. When their lips touched,
the kiss was more tender and loving than any she could
remember in her life before... a blending of spirits
exchanging wishes and hopes and dreams and measureless
love through those gently brushing points of contact.
Her mouth opened and she slid her tongue between his
lips, feeling it touch his own and being that heavenly,
delicious dance...
Suddenly she felt his lips close on her tongue and it
was pulled, hard, deeper into his mouth. For an instant
she thought she might be sucked completely into him, as
if her throbbing, aroused body had not substance to
prevent his drinking her down... and then she felt the
shock of the clamp slipped beside the crotch rope and
closing on the lips of her sex. She tried to pull back,
to cry out at the shudder-spawning pain of this new
captivity, but his mouth drew hard upon her tongue,
holding they faces locked. A moment later the pain
doubled as the other clamp was affixed to her other lip
and she felt them pulled down with a playful, gentle
tug.
His mouth released her tongue and drew away, as if
ducking from her reaction, which was to moan loudly and
draw her body down, curling her spine over, as if this
would have any mitigating effect on the throbbing,
aching, wondrous sensations that now pulsed from the
lips of her clamped and captured sex.
Every muscle in her tensed, riding out the initial shock
of the first clamping of her labia... and then, slowly,
it began to ease... and she could feel the rhythm
beginning... as pulses of blood in time to her heartbeat
were pushed between the clamps, each pulse sent a
delicious throb of need up into her sex...
Slowly, she straightened her back, proud at having borne
this new feeling... this new capture... this new
surrender... and she would have allowed herself a
satisfied smile, if only she hadn't seen that he already
had in his hands the bullets and was already bending
down, reaching for her roped, clamped and splayed mons.
She felt the press of one of the bullets against her sex
and with a sudden press it slipped deep inside her, as
if her hungry body was drawing it tight and snug inside
her. Then she felt the other pressed against the rosebud
of her asshole and it, too, pushed the cavity open,
burrowing its way into her ass, only to slip fully in,
held firmly by the reclosing of the tight ring of
muscles...
She was swooning now, her body battered by overwhelming
sensations. It seemed that whenever she managed to
adjust herself to one flood of stimulation, another
would beckon from somewhere else on or in her body. And
still, every slight motion caused the rope to brush...
brush... brush her clit... adding its own special
torment to her capture.
At last, came the blindfold, settling down over her face
and blocking out the view of him, the room, the world...
Now all she had to tell her she was connected to the
earth were the signals her body was cascading up to her
brain, and these were a mixture of aches, throbs,
tickles, teases and agonizing, lustful pets. She wanted
to come... Oh, God, how she wanted to cum... but even
rolling her hips as far forward as she was able against
the tight, restraining bondage and rocking them back
couldn't make the crotch rope quite tickle her clit
enough to push her over the edge where she was
hanging...
Then the bullets sprang to life inside her... It was
like an explosion of fire deep in her belly and her
entire body shuddered as if hit by an electric charge.
The edge on which she was hanging jolted up to twice its
height and still she did not, could not, cum....
This really was torment, she realized. He's keeping me
here, hung at this unendurable peak and not letting me
cum... Oh, God, I can't stand this....
Her mouth hung open and every exhale was a groan of
overcharged torment... until she felt the gag pressed
suddenly between her lips and the strap pulled tightly
behind her head, his voice cooing in her ear as it was
snugly bound behind her...
"Shhhhh, darling... how do you expect me to get any
sleep if you're going to make such noise?"
SLEEP?!! Christ, he didn't, couldn't mean it! How long
was he going to leave her here? How much of this was she
expected to endure before she either died from the shock
or passed out or God knows what else?
She was sobbing, terrified at the reaction her body was
having to all the stimulation and helpless to either
stop it or climax and resolve it. She wanted to fall on
her face in front of him, kiss his feet and wash them
with her penitent tears... to beg him to forgive
whatever transgressions she might have made and to
please, oh for the love of God, please, just let me cum,
just once, and I'll be yours, body and soul, heart and
mind for all eternity... just please, don't leave me
like this...
The instant she felt the touch, against the exposed top
of her clit, held open and exposed by the clamps and
ropes, and realized it was his fingertip, she erupted
with a brilliant white flashing orgasm that seared her
mind and released a stream of fluid from her tormented
sex, adding a virtual puddle to the chair seat. The
cumming seemed to roll on and on, wave after wave,
though he did little more than press against her clit
with the faintest of pressures...
Oh God, master, yes! Yes, thank you! Oh God, thank
you... my master... my own, my beloved... thank you....
Eventually the rush began to ebb and she felt her body
sagging forward her legs now trembling beneath her, her
head hung, breath tearing in ragged gasps through her
nose... as she felt him lean down and whisper into her
ear...
"Simple pleasures are the best... aren't they, my love?"
E-mail with comments: MarArch@ix.netcom.com
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