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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?" 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