Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: The Adventures Of Ann (MF, bond)[1/2] Date: 30 Sep 1995 21:02:25 GMT The Adventures of Ann Part One Fantasy Come True First I want you to know that I am a 41 year old male with a very stable home life and career that involves no other woman other then my wife whom I love very much. My fantasies always seemed to involve some faceless woman who I prefer to think of as her. I consider my self a normal and stable individual. Although I was afraid to share my fantasies with my wife, I never thought them to be perverted. I was simply underestimating her ability to enter in to my thought life! I hope that this is an encouragement to the eventual readers of my story. As remarkable as this story is to me, it may be quite common to you. You see my wife and I had a wonderful sex life, but had never really been adventuresome. We had a routine of sorts and even though it varied, it was still what I would call bordering on boredom. Then out of pure frustration, I decided to risk fulfilling a long time fantasy and see how she reacted to it. What follows is an actual account of that unforgettable evening when we discovered each other all over again. Ann (not her real name) is a petit brunette whose body has weathered 37 years and 3 children with remarkably little effect. She still has most of the lovely form that was so attractive to me 22 years ago. Many people do not believe that we have a daughter as old as she was when we were married! However, that is an aside! Let me get to the heart of my fulfilled dream. Have you ever noticed that a woman who feels her femininity glows with sexuality? It is true! Ann is every inch a woman, it is simply that I came to intimately know every inch of that wonderful body and every facet (I thought) of her incredible mind too well. Sex had become predictable. In the midst of the physical delights, the routine was beginning to cause wider and wider time gaps between love-making nights. I used to remember how we made love every night, sometimes several times, and began to wonder if it could be revived. In my fantasies I was a very dominant person (and am in life also). I would envision in my mind a nameless and faceless woman kept in constant awareness of her erotic and sensual nature by becoming submissive to my every desire. The result was very arousing to me. Details were involved in these fantasies. I would spend time thinking of ways to do this and that to this woman. Then I decided to risk sharing this with my wife and see what came of it. The first attempts were feeble and just hinted at the possibilities. She hardly reacted at all to what I said in either direction. But I noticed that she was a little more passionate then usual in our love making that night. I took this as a signal and began to plan our first evening of erotic delights. I prepared very carefully for it because I wanted her to enter into it without realizing what was going to happen. It must be built up to the point that she was seething in uncontrollable passion by late evening. I wrote several notes for her and put them in places where she would not find them until I wished her to. I also went to a local sex shop and bought some "toys" that would be used later on in the evening. Before going off to work I let her know how much I loved her and made certain advances to seal the words. I whispered in her ear that "tonight would be a very special night," and left home for work. When I arrived, I made the first of the phone calls home. "Hon, I want you to look in my top drawer. I love you!" was all that I said and hung up. The first note that she found read as follows: "Dearest Ann: I want to show my love for you in a VERY SPECIAL way. However there is a condition attached to it. You must make a decision to trust me completely and do everything I tell you to do without question or argument. If you agree please call me back and tell me that you do. No questions are allowed, just your agreement. Love, Michael." Within a minute I had my call. This alone, knowing what was coming, excited me. "Wonderful, darling. Now look under my pillow. I love you!" was all that I said and hung up the phone. The second note was more to the point. It was more a letter then a note that said: "Dearest Ann: You are the most wonderful and erotic woman I have ever known. At times it hurts me that we do not find the passion that we once knew. All that is over now and we are about to rediscover each other in new ways. This day is yours. Tonight you will know delights that you have never before known. Your body will tremble with a passion for pleasure that will only be fulfilled as the night wears on and only when you desire it to be. You, my dear, are my most prized possession. I want to possess you totally and to do this, you must give me the gift of yourself, for nothing that is not given freely can truly be possessed. I want you to yield yourself to me completely and without question. I am relying on your trust for you to know that I would not do anything that hurt or endangered you in the least. I want you to know that your body is wonderful to me. It is erotic and sensual and drives me crazy. The softness of your breasts, the hardening of your nipples as I suck on them, the warmth of your pussy and its sweet taste feeds my fervor for you. I know the wanton fires that burn inside you as we make love. Tonight you will feel them all the more. Before you go on reading this, Ann, please go to the bedroom, take off your clothes - no questions, you have already agreed to do what I say. Lay on the bed and while you continue reading, I want you to explore your body with your hand as if it were me doing it for you. I want you to feel your own womanhood and all that gives me pleasure. Do it now before you read the next page. (on the next page) As I write this to you, Ann, I am aroused to the point where it is difficult to concentrate. My mind is filled with the sensuality of your body and our love. I burn with desire to make love to you now. I can imagine your soft, supple breasts as they yield to the pressure of my hands. I can almost feel the nipples as they swell and harden to my touch. I picture your legs slowly spreading to await my touch. I know how sensitive your breasts are, how they seem to be connected directly to your clitoris. I see you in my mind as you move with passion while I suck each of your nipples into my mouth and delight in their taste and texture. Ann, close your eyes now and use your hands to explore your breasts as you imagine me there with you. Try to feel what I am feeling right now! Do not touch your pussy - yet! I wish that I was there now, dearest. But I will wait until this evening. Now, Ann. Just as I would do, let your hand stray over your tummy, do it slowly, let yourself go and let your desire build. Feel your own soft flesh. Experience my feelings as I thrill to the softness and try to resist touching your moist sex. When I am doing this, I can begin to smell your muskiness that is so sweet and wonderful. It is so hard for me not to just move right to the center of your pleasure, and mine! Let your hand just brush the soft curls of hair. Then lift your leg so that you can trace your fingertips over the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Start at your knee and move slowly towards your pussy. As you move your hand from one leg to the other, let your fingers lightly touch your swollen clit, not for long, just a quick teasing touch. Now the other thigh. Do the same and imagine my mouth there, teasing and nibbling your soft inner leg, moving towards your pussy, licking in tiny circles. Close you eyes, hon, let your mind go. Think of my love for you and the passion that builds within us as we slowly build towards the ultimate fulfillment. I want you to let yourself dream for a few minutes, let your rapture build! Close your eyes and let go! Ann, you are now to experience the very thing that makes me want you the most. Your sweet feminine sex. Let your hand move between your legs. Feel the smooth moistened flesh. Let your fingers glide over your sex, Ann. Your pussy is wet and ready for orgasm. It has prepared itself for pleasure, and it is almost time. Use two fingers and put them inside you to moisten them with your own sweet juices. Now spread them a little and move your hand upward to let them caress your clit on either side of its tiny sensitive shaft. Feel how swollen it is? Feel the shock wave of pleasure as you stroke it ever so gently. Oh, Ann, how wonderful you taste when I kiss you there. How soft the flesh as I gently suck the folds between my lips. It is so incredibly silky and warm there. Your pussy is the center of both of our passion, a lovely and wondrous place - bringing us both rapturous enjoyment. I love to feel its pliability as I move my tongue over its glistening smoothness. I love to feel you react as I probe into you with my tongue, how you move against my face. I can feel your body reacting, you feel it too, Ann. Let your mind and body go now. Use your hand to bring yourself to orgasm. Think of the passion we have together. Feel the growing sensations as your clitoris tries to hide from the coming explosion. Feel the contractions as they mount in intensity, building deep within you and rippling out with ever increasing intense pleasure. You are rising now, Ann to the ultimate voluptuousness. Your body will soon explode with all of the built up passion into sheer orgasmic satisfaction. I wish I could see your face at this minute, Ann. I love you so very much. I ache to be in you now, hon. Let it go, now. Do it for me, Ann. Let me feel your ardor over the distance. Reach out to me with your mind and body. Come Ann! Let it happen! Close your eyes now and let it happen! (on the last page) Dearest Ann, while you are doing what I asked, I am sitting in my office imagining your gorgeous form laying on our bed and the pleasure is beyond description. Call me and tell me what you felt! I love you. Michael." And call she did. When Ann called me, it was evident from her breathlessness that she had done what I asked her to. She was close to tears as she thanked me for what I had done to her with the letter. She told me how she had totally lost herself in the passion aroused by my words. I told her that I loved her and indicated that the best was still to come. She said, "Hon, I am ready for anything you want. I love you! I really wish you were home now." "Ann," I replied, "go to my grey suit hanging in my closet. On the inside of my jacket there is another note in the pocket. I will talk to you later on. And, Ann, thank you for your obedience." Then I hung up. I was now having a hard time not leaving work to go home to her. This was amazing! I was getting so much pleasure out of this. It seemed that it was working because I felt the same giddiness that I had felt when we were first married. The next note read as follows: "Ann, take the time now to take a long hot bath. Pamper yourself. You have the rest of the day to think about what pleasures await you this evening. I can promise you that you will experience the utmost in sexual thrills. Your body must be ready for me as well as your mind. Tonight you will be kept in constant awareness of your feminine beauty. For now, enjoy your bath and think of tonight. This is what you are to do to prepare yourself for our evening. Please do not question, just do as you are told. When you are finished, do not get dressed, you are to stay naked until you complete what I have for you to do. After you are finished with your bath, please look in my blue overnight bag. In it you will find a box. Open the box and you will find further instructions. Now go and take your bath, Ann. I wish I was there to wash you. Love, Michael" Ann was to tell me later that she trembled as she stood naked, reading the note that followed. It read: "Darling Ann: Your nakedness is easy to imagine. I can visualize you standing there reading this. Desire builds again! But we will have time for that later on. For now, you will see that in the box with this note are four black nylon straps attached to velvet lined leather cuffs. I want you to tie the straps, one to each corner of the bed. It is here where you will be made helpless later on this evening. There is also a length of rope in the box. Pass it under the bed about two thirds down from the head board. Bring the ends up and lay them on the bed. This rope will be used to tie your knees apart, totally opening you up to me. Finally, there is a black silk scarf, it is to be your blindfold. Place it on the pillows. As you prepare the bed for your captivity, think of what it will be like to be tied helpless to our bed, totally exposed for my pleasure. Imagine yourself, naked and helpless, unable to escape the manipulation of your body. Your breasts will be exposed, unprotected by your arms, as your wrists are tied to the headboard unable to respond to you. Your legs splayed wide, exposing your pussy to whatever I feel like doing to it. You will be unable to close your legs to prevent whatever I decide to do. What will I do? Well, your imagination can devise answers, but you won't know until it happens. And even then you will only be able to guess at what is causing the pleasure because your eyes will be covered by the blindfold. You will not be able to see anything that I am preparing to do to you. When it happens, it will be a complete surprise. Suffice it to say, that all has been designed to bring you to the point on uncontrollable passion! Now, my dearest Ann. After you have prepared the bed, I want you to get dressed. However, you are to wear my favorite skirt and that white silky blouse I love on you! Your bra is to unhook in the front and you are NOT to wear any panties. A garter belt and stockings are to be all you wear under your skirt. I want you to be aware of your sensuality all day long. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. I want you to go to the store and get the following items, two 8 ounce porterhouse steaks, a dozen large shrimp, some pate', frozen raspberries, and some sour cream. In case you thought of it, the answer is "no!" You will not wear panties out to the store either. On the way home, stop by the office. When you arrive, I want you to come in and close and lock the door behind you. I will tell my secretary that we do not wish to be disturbed. You will come to my side and lift your skirt to your waist in the front. I want to see that you obeyed. If you are a good girl, Ann, I will allow you to have an orgasm there. I will help you with my mouth! Think of this while you shop. Please be here by 3 pm at the latest. I love you, Ann. Michael." Ann arrived at my office right on time. She looked lovely. She was slightly flushed and I could see in her eyes that she was aching for my touch. Without a word, she walked to my chair and bent to kiss me, it was a passionate kiss, filled with promise. Then she stood and with a quick glance at the door, she began to gather her dress to her waist. She did this slowly as her breathing became faster and a little more heavily. I looked, not at her uncovered legs, but into her eyes as she raised her skirt to expose her obedience. I knew when she had it totally drawn up because her eyes now begged me to touch her. "Please", was all that she murmured as I let my gaze fall on her white satin-framed pussy, the garter belt providing that extra erotic stimulus. I reached out to her and touching her thighs told her to spread her legs which she did immediately. I let my hand roam over the soft upper thighs and tickled the flesh on the inside of her legs. Then suddenly I cupped her entire pussy in my hand and pushed a finger between the down-covered outer lips. Her pussy seemed burning hot as I heard her moan with obvious delight. My finger sank into her, meeting no resistance because of the wetness that had even soaked her soft brown hair. I withdrew my hand and looked into her eyes again as I licked the sweet juices from my finger. Then I stood and turned her so that she sat on the edge of my desk with her tip- toes just touching the floor. I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. I pulled the soft fabric back enough to expose her breasts. I could see that her nipples were swollen and aroused. She pulled me to her and tried to push my face to her breast. I resisted and told her to be still. I would decide what was to happen. She groaned and looked at me, her eyes begging me to make love to her. While she was sitting there, I picked up the phone and told my secretary that we were busy and not to disturb us. Ann looked at me terrified. She knew that the implication of the call was that we were doing something at which we did not want to be caught, she would have to pass by Ida on the way out. I laughed at her concern and said, "Ahhh, but Ann, you could leave right now, if you wish!" She shook her head "no" and I moved to her and caressed her breasts. I heard the hiss of her breath as my hands found her warm mounds of flesh. Once again, she attempted to put her hands on my head to guide my mouth to her. "Ann," I said as I placed her hands at her sides and on the desk, "Do not move again, or I will stop." Her eyes pleaded once more at the threat of not being allowed to complete the pleasure she had spent the last two hours imagining. I knelt before her and brought my mouth to her right thigh. It was hot and flushed. I felt the quiver as my tongue began to slide over her skin. Each inch of her inner thighs from the top of the stockings to the place where her aching pussy opened for my kiss was slowly explored. I could see how wet she was and the struggle that she was having to keep her hips still. I could see her swollen clit and inner lips, their pink hue exaggerated to redness against the brown curls that framed them. I let my tongue flick over them as I moved from leg to leg. Then I stopped and looked to Ann's lovely green eyes and said, "Ann, tell me what you want! Tell me what you need me to do to you." Ann had never been able to express herself when discussing sex. She stared at me and tried to tell me, but all that came out was the word, "Please!" "Not good enough, Ann, you know very well what you want me to do. Ask me to do it for you, Ann." She flushed again and finally said softly, "Michael, please eat me." Not wanting to lose the moment I let it go at that, she would learn to be a lot more graphic before the night was over. With that I moved back to take her to the height of pleasure that she ached for. My mouth found her softness as I spread her lips and drew the soft inner petals into my mouth. My tongue danced swiftly over her blood- engorged clit. I found myself drinking in her sweet juices in as they flowed from her warm pussy in response to my mouth's movements. I felt her tremble as the first wave of tiny orgasms erupted within her. I could feel the spasms as they alternately pulled the muscles and let them relax. I heard her as she allowed a gasp to escape her mouth, lost in the sensations rippling through the center of her being. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the desk in a useless effort to remain still. I told her to caress her breasts. She did so quickly as I helped her through a series of orgasms that would leave her almost unable to stand up afterwards. Her hands squeezed her breasts and her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples as she arched her back and pushed herself to my face. Finally the over taxed sexual nerves detonated into a sexual frenzy of their own and released their pent up energies into a tremendous orgasm that caused Ann to bite her hand in order not to scream. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: The Adventures of Ann (MF, bond)[2/2] Date: 30 Sep 1995 21:05:48 GMT The Adventures of Ann Part Two When Ann had relaxed a little, I stood and held her close to me and kissed her lips tenderly and softly. "Go home now, dear. Relax and I will see you at about 6:30. I love you very much Ann. You are a wonderful slave!" I used the word for the first time. She hugged me and whispered, "Oh, Michael, I love you too. I want this to last forever. Thank you so much for this wonderful day." I walked her to the door and watched her as she knowingly and carelessly walked past Ida. As I returned to my desk, I wondered if Ann realized as I did the new dimension that we were allowing ourselves to enter into in our sex lives. Ann seemed so natural in her role that I regretted momentarily not having explored this with her long before. But the regret was short lived - I was happy that the time was here now. I gave her about ten minutes to arrive home before I called her again. This time there was to be no note at all, just verbal instructions. "Ann, I almost forgot to tell you what I want you to wear tonight," I said as she answered the phone on the first ring. "Oh!" was her only reply. "I want you to detach the cuffs from the cords on the bed. You will wear them and also the gift that I placed in your bottom drawer this morning. That is all you are to wear. Is that understood, Ann?" I asked. "Yes, Michael, I understand. I love you," she responded as I hung up the phone and tried to go back to my work. As it turned out, it was a useless effort on my part. Visions of my "slave" haunted my every thought and to attempt to discard them was impossible. I struggled to contain myself and not leave work early. Finally I busied myself planning out the final details of the evening. I tried to visualize Ann as she went to the drawer and found my "present". It consisted of a narrow leather collar and a gold waist chain which I am sure she would not figure out how to wear. It was designed to pass around the waist and through a small loop in the back. The end of the chain was then brought through the legs and fastened in front. It was adjustable and could be pulled tighter if one desired. The chain went between her legs and snuggled between her pussy lips. I would be very surprised if she wore it right! Suddenly I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts. It was 6:15 and time to leave for home. If you have ever driven somewhere only to realize when you arrive, that you do not remember the drive, then you know how I felt when I arrived! I hesitated a moment and gathered my thoughts. I knew that the intensity of the evening would require a great deal of control on my part. After the stimulation of the day, I wanted to - Wait! That is an idea. I got out of the car, walked to the door and opened it. Suddenly, Ann appeared in the doorway to the living room. She was naked except for the collar and cuffs and the chain was dangling at her side after one turn around the waist. I just looked at her as I locked the door and strode to where she stood. Without saying a word, I lifted her and carried her to a chair. Bending her over the back of the chair, I placed her hands on the arms and once more told her to stay still. I walked behind her and stroked the smooth curves of her ass. I let my hand glide between the satin-like skin of her cheeks, down to her pussy which was already moist. Without saying a word, I took her roughly from behind. I was unable to contain myself and from the moment I entered her I was out of control from the days pent-up passion. I heard her as she responded to my use of her body. She began to thrust her hips backwards in rhythm to my forward movements. She began to make almost animalistic noises in her throat as she let herself experience the force of my desire. I could feel the muscles in the walls of her vagina as they grabbed at my thrusting cock. It was all that I needed and as I began to explode, I heard her scream, "Oh, my god! Please come! Fill me, Michael. I'm coming. Harder, I'm coming." I exploded inside her and felt as if my knees would buckle out from underneath me. As I stepped back, Ann did an amazing thing. She turned and dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She moved on me keeping my erection alive for a few more minutes. I lifted her to her feet and kissed her softly and spoke for the first time. "You are an incredibly sexy woman, Ann. Do you know that?" I asked. She just stood there looking at the floor and shook her head imperceptibly. I reached to her chin and raised her head. "You must learn to be proud of it! Tell me, did you feel like a woman when I entered you just now?" There were tears in her eyes causing them to sparkle. "Oh, yes, Michael, I felt so alive sexually," she answered. "Then be proud of your realization! You are mine and I am proud to be with you. I see the way other men look at you. You are a sexually erotic woman. You are to learn to be contented in that fact. Now come shower with me." We went upstairs and I was pleased to see the black nylon straps securely fastened to the four corners of the bed, the rope ends protruding from either side and the blindfold neatly laid out on the pillow. I undressed and turned to Ann. I undid the cuffs and the collar and took the chain from her waist. "You will learn how to wear this later, Ann," I said as I led her to the shower and adjusted the water to slightly hotter then out skin. Once in the shower the hot water ran over us and relaxed us both. I could feel the tension draining from my body as i held Ann close to me. Soaping her down was always a pleasure, but this evening it took on new meaning as I gently pushed aside the shower's spray and covered her with soap. I could feel my passion rising again as I hugged her and felt the curves of her body press against mine, the soap providing that frictionless smoothness which heightens the senses ands sets the entire nervous system on fire. She turned in my arms and I felt my erection slide between her cheeks. She reached back putting her arm around my neck and pulled herself up on tiptoe forcing me deeper into her soft flesh. She rocked back and forth and I felt myself climbing towards orgasm again. Then I realized what was happening she was maneuvering herself so that my hardness was pressing against the tiny opening. She pressed and I put my arms around her waist to help her keep her balance. Suddenly I felt myself slide inside her. She moaned as if it hurt her and I stopped moving until she began to press once more. Then I was totally inside her. She turned her face up and back and I met her lips with mine. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall as I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out of her tight hole. Soap was running between her cheeks making each stroke easier and smoother. I reached around her with one hand and began to stroke her clit. Her passion was obvious as she began to buck against me with more violence. The sight of her shapely ass meeting my thrusts raised my zeal even further. I reached for her breasts and felt them slip through my hands as she moved faster now. They were slippery and difficult to hold so I squeezed harder in an effort to keep them in my hands. The nipples were hard and Ann was lost in her own world of pleasure as her hand slid between her legs to tease her clit into an orgasm. Suddenly it was over. We both felt ourselves move into that world void of all else except focus on the center of sexual release. The orgasm seemed greater then any before experienced and as she turned to hold on to me, we sank to our knees and let the warm water splash over our exhausted bodies. We knelt there for what seemed like an hour, kissing and caressing each other. Suddenly the water began to turn cold and brought us both back to reality. I got a soft towel and dried her off kissing her all over as I did. As I dried each leg I let my mouth cover her pussy and gave soft, silky licks to the pink flesh peeking out from between the folds of her outer lips. She trembled and stroked my face. Getting to my feet I led her to the bedroom and once again placed the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. I put the collar around her neck and picked up the chain. When I pulled the loose end between her legs she jumped a little and smiled at her own lack of imagination in wearing it before.I knelt and spread her lips again moving the chain between them, kissed her there again and got my robe. Ann needed the time to fix her hair and do whatever else women do to make them feel more desirable. While she was doing this I went down to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the Scampi and char broil the steaks. When I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that Ann had set the table for a romantic dinner for two, candles and all. I opened the bottle of wine and settled down at the table to await her appearance. Ann came down glowing. She came to the chair and on her own lowered her eyes and stood with her hands by her side, saying nothing. I took the time to drink in her sexiness. Her lightly tanned skin giving way to the milky white bikini line, accentuated her breasts and lower tummy. Her soft brown pubic hair, trimmed for her bikini, formed a small triangle pointing to her sex and just a hint of blushing pink showed at its apex. She was obviously still in an excited state. I reached out and with a moistened finger, slid between the folds causing her to jump slightly at the touch. "Do you feel sexy, Ann?" I asked her. "Oh yes, more then any other time in my life," was her quick reply. "That is wonderful, Ann. You are more then sexy, love, you are all that female sexuality is about," I replied. Looking at her did not even make her nervous now. I drank in the sight of her naked form. The black collar with its ring in the front, the black bands on her wrists and ankles and the tiny gold chain speaking volumes to me on her submission. There she stood, totally new to me, erotic, sensual and completely available to me. It was then I realized that, while I may seem in control, this woman, whom I loved dearly, was actually in control of me. Everything about her made me realize that there could be no other woman that could do to me what she was doing now. I was falling, charmed into complete worship of her entire person-hood. In asking her to devote herself to me, I received a gift from her which I now must handle with all the love and care that is possible. I was caught and hopelessly imprisoned by her dedication and love for me. Ironic as it was, by becoming her master, I had become her slave. Ann served us dinner and I watched fascinated as her every move drove me further into the turmoil of primal urges. It was all that I could do to keep my hands off her while we sat and discussed what had already happened. It seemed that even though Ann was intimidated by this at first, she had found release in knowing that she was not in control. It seemed that it gave her "permission" of sorts to let herself go and release herself to sensual pleasures. I was delighted to hear her able to express herself in this way. I talked to her and told her how I had felt and thanked her once more for her gift. Now would come the difficult part. I wanted to make the roles we were playing be consistent with the idea of a master-slave relationship. I was still a little scared that pushing the fantasy too far may have an adverse effect, but decided to risk it. While Ann cleaned up the kitchen, I began to watch for some foolish thing that I could "blame" and punish her for. When I found it, it was foolish - for sure. "Ann, I have been sitting here patiently waiting for you to serve coffee. Not only did you ignore my request, but you act as if you never heard it!" I said knowing full well that she could not have heard what I did not request. "You didn't ask for coffee," she answered. "Ann, I believe you meant to say I am sorry, didn't you? You must understand that I was serious when I asked you for unquestioned obedience. Please come over here and kneel at my feet, Ann." Ann moved to me, but slower this time and a little unsure of what I was going to do. She looked into my eyes as if to say "Be gentle", as she knelt on the floor. "Ann, raise your hands above your head, please." I said this very softly but without a hint of emotion. She did so hesitantly, lifting her breasts as her arms went higher. I reached to her and as I explained what I expected of her once more I let my hands glide over the twin globes presented to me in such an unprotected way. Suddenly I took her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched them. It was mildly painful, but not enough to even make Ann cry out. In fact she moaned softly and looked at me with love written in her eyes. I asked her if she understood and she replied with a nod of her head. Again I pinched her and told her that verbal answers were required when I spoke to her. "Yes, Michael, I understand," she said. Again I caressed her breasts and told her that the rest of the evening would be considered training for our new positions in our relationship. As I talked I had her stand and indicated that she should spread her legs. I reached between them and felt that she was totally turned on now, responding amazingly to the whole situation. I continued to talk to her while petting and stroking her pussy. My fingers were soaked. She listened as if in a trance. I told her that tonight, she would learn how to ask for what she wanted and not be afraid to tell me in exact terms, her thoughts, desires and needs. I led her upstairs to the bedroom. Ann hesitated just the slightest moment as we entered into the bedroom. Later she would tell me how her thoughts carried her into mild panic that afternoon when she had prepared the bed for this night. She knew that I would never do anything to harm her, but it was unimaginable to her that she should be tied there helpless to hide, conceal or defend her body in any way. Ann also confessed to me later that she never really felt sexy while naked and that she had feared feeling like a fool by complying with my desires. Not that she wasn't capable of passion, for she was to an extreme, but not until she crossed some remote threshold of ecstasy that broke the barriers. She never believed that she was capable of arousing erotic desires with her body. As with all of us, she did not see her beauty and allowed some other mental image of the perfect woman to stand in the way of her awareness of what she was to me. Ann was about to learn that she was all that I needed or desired in a woman. She was about to come to terms with her own eroticism and sensuality. Ann would know soon, that I loved her exactly as she was. The only change I wanted in here was her knowledge that she was my woman and capable of fulfilling all that I could ever desire in a life's partner. Ann walked to the bed and I felt her tremble as I touched her shoulder and pushed her once more to her knees. I took the blindfold and carefully arranged it so that she could see no light. I then stood her on her feet and said to her: "Ann, you and I have had a relationship that has grown stale in some ways. We have not been able to trust each other with our innermost secrets and desires. We have, until now, not expressed our needs or wants for fear that somehow we would be rejected. I have risked a lot in this experiment, and so have you. Now it is too late to turn back even if we wanted to. I am going to bring you pleasure beyond anything that you have known so far. Tonight is just the beginning of our new life together. Tonight by becoming my slave, you will find total freedom!" With these words, I picked her up, kissed her soft lips and laid her on the bed. I gently took her hand and after kissing it and caressing it, pulled it taut and fed the nylon strap through the steel ring on the cuff. I then did the same to the other hand. Walking to the center of the bed, I took the rope that was passed under the bed and tied a loop around her right leg just above the knee and then went to the other side and did the same pulling them open so that her knees almost touched the mattress. I then secured the anklets to the nylon ties at the foot of the bed. Ann was now tied in such a way that she could not close her legs or move her arms. I then took a pillow and raising her hips tucked it under her lifting her shapely behind off the bed. I then told her that she was not to talk or make a sound unless I gave her permission. "Not a sound, Ann, is that clear?" I said to which she responded "Yes," in a whimper-like voice. That was greeted with a slap across her raised behind and again the command "Not a sound!" This time Ann shook her head yes and received a quick kiss to each breast and on her mouth. When I kissed her, the hunger in her mouth was evident as she struggled to prolong the contact. She was looking for reassurance. I gave it to her! As I stepped back to observe my handiwork a feeling of satisfaction that I had never known overtook me. Here before me on the bed, tied and helpless was the form of the faceless woman of my fantasies. Wonderfully erotic in her helplessness, overwhelmingly sensuous in her glorious womanhood, and animalistically arousing in her nakedness, she had me in fully in her power and I would never be the same again. I was helpless before her charms and hypnotised by her wanton beauty. I moved to the bedside and sat next to her. Next to the bed was a small bottle of scented and flavored massage oil. I took the bottle and began with her right arm. After pouring the oil on it, I began to rub it into each tiny area of exposed skin. The oil got warm when rubbed or blown on, as a matter of fact it got hot. I blew softly on it, heating it up and then used my tongue in soft velvety licks to remove the oil from her wrist. Next I did the same to her shoulders and neck. For the next hour I busied myself covering every square inch of exposed skin with the exception of her breasts, inner thighs and her pussy. I momentarily touched her there and she was dripping wet with desire now, but relief was still a long way off for Ann. Moving back to her upper torso, I rubbed the oil into her breast, being careful not to touch the nipple. I spent a long time gently massaging and blowing on the slick skin, heating the oil and sensing her reaction. Each time Ann would move to try to get me to suckle her swollen nipple, she would receive instead a pinch instead. I was lost in the softness of her beautiful breasts and the textures that I seemed to find with each passing moment. Finally sure that Ann was worked to a fever pitch, I stopped and asked her, "Ann, what would you like me to do for you now? You can talk to me, hon." "Please, Michael, I am on fire, please!" she said. Of course I could imagine what she wanted, but would not give in. Instead I said, "Ann, you have to be specific. I know what you want and you know what you want. Why can't you tell me? I will not continue until you do," to emphasize this I reached down and cupped her soft, wet mound in my hand momentarily. Ann instantly moved herself against it and I pulled away. "My god, Michael, I need you. Please!" she said. I said nothing. I moved from the bed to a lounge chair and sat quietly. "Michael?" Ann said after a minute, "Michael, where are you?" Again I was silent. Ann struggled against her bonds now only to discover for the first time that she was indeed helpless. After 10 minutes of not answering, I walked quietly to the bedside once more. I removed the chain from between her legs and said, "You wish me to continue the massage?" "Oh yes, please, Michael, please." I took the oil and smoothed some of it out on her inner thigh from the knee to where the flesh curves inward to form the outer lips of her pussy. With slow deliberate care, I began to alternately rub and blow on the oil. Then ever so slowly began to lick it off of her working upward until I got to those soft folds of down covered flesh. Momentarily I let my tongue flick over her clitoris and withdrew to the other thigh, where I began the process all over again. By the time I had once more reached her wide open pussy, her juices were visibly coating her cheeks and some had already stained the pillow. Ann was delirious now. She began bucking to reach my face, but I avoided all but the briefest touches to her sex. Ann began to plead with me now in earnest, "Michael, please eat me. Please touch my pussy, Michael, I can't take this any longer!" she was almost crying now. As a reward for her honesty, I leaned forward and kissed her full on her spread pussy lips. I poured some oil on it and watched the fluid as it ran over her mound, flowed across her swollen inner lips and into her open vagina, to mix with her own sweet juices. Ann hissed thru her teeth as she moved her hips trying to contain her passion which was about to explode in uncontrollable wantonness. I laid down between her splayed legs and softly blew on the oil. I could feel the heat from her pussy as it combined with her own. She let out a cry at the sensations I was causing her to experience. "Oh god, please, let me come, Michael, please don't make me wait any longer," she cried out. I then began to slowly lick the oil and her natural lubricant from her exposed sex. She shook violently each time that I touched the fleshy hood covering her clit. Shock waves of pleasure shot thru her body as she thrust her hips and tried to grind her pussy into my face. I did not allow that yet, but kept distance enough so that only the tip of my tongue touched her. Finally I moved up and clamped my lips over her clitoris and biting ever so gently took it into my mouth and flicked across it with my tongue. I had never seen Ann react this way before. She became an animal and her cries matched her fury. I slid two fingers inside her and reached her g-spot letting her press downward and move against them. I felt her muscles tighten and loosen in spasmodic contractions as she began her orgasm. It was like a string of firecrackers. One after another they came each one more violent then the one before. I used my tongue to tease her clit as it attempted to withdraw from direct stimulation. Licking each side of the tiny shaft, rolling it between my lips until Ann collapsed in exhaustion and lay still. I moved to her face and heard her soft sobs. She turned to me and her lips, swollen from her own biting parted for a deep hungering kiss. She then moved her mouth to taste her own passion which was on my face still. I had never been with this Ann. This was a whole new woman, a whole new adventure in sexuality. After that, I released her and we made passionate love. Since that night, Ann and I have lived out this fantasy to greater depths. We enjoy our sexual roles and we are open and honest with each other. We feel much more in touch with our feelings and our love for each other continues to be renewed in new and exciting ways. If you have an Ann, why not leave her a note tomorrow, you may be surprised! The End