Foreword
This is a Femdom tale that takes place between my ex and me. It happens a few days after the events depicted in "Rounds".
Once again, I had been able to negotiate a scene where she was the top. Being very repressed and very highly sexed made for a dynamite combination; when I could get her to play at all.
I find it interesting that she never wanted to change. Her attitude about sexuality was the same throughout our marriage. She'd put up this fierce resistance; then she'd do this abrupt about face and I would suddenly have:
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Chapter One
Single Sleeve
When I was a young man, I saw a series of pictures of a woman being restrained with a single sleeve. It was a series of photos taken while a willing young model was bound up for the viewer's pleasure.
First he used a couple of joined leather cuffs to attach her elbows behind her back and then he did the same to her wrists. Finally, he encased both arms in a single "sleeve" of leather.
Her arms were pulled well back and out of the way; her chest was extended in front She had a very nice front and it was left to my very active imagination, as to what happened next. Her being entirely naked made it easy to decide about that.
I wanted my ex to play and I wanted more than vanilla (if you know what I mean), so I negotiated with her for this specific scene. At first, I wanted to tie her up but she wasn't having any of it; especially after the last time she was on the bottom. The fact that she had a good time simple didn't matter to her (go figure). If I couldn't be on top, then I'd settle for the bottom.
Eventually, she agreed to torment me to orgasm and slightly beyond. She wanted to take a long time to do it. Since, in her words, "she was doing all the work", she was going to be doing other things, as well. In this case, she was going to watch a movie while I remained nude and bound to her favorite easy chair.
This particular living room chair had been the last place she had tormented me. It had a reclining back and extending foot rest. The arms were padded. I agreed to show her how to restrain me facing the side of the chair while she watched T.V. This would place my privates within easy reach of her hands while at the same time, leaving them helplessly available to her cruel ministrations.
The concept of the single sleeve with a few slight modifications is what I planned. To be bound, nude and available to a known cruel torment; I was both aroused and ashamed.
I made sure the doors and windows were locked. We were alone and the answering machine was on, so we wouldn't be disturbed.
Going to bedroom dresser, I acquired all the "supplies" I would need and walked back out to the living room. I placed all the restraints on the coffee table between the chair and the T.V.
She had changed into a little black dress and short black pumps. A touch of make-up and cruel gleam in her eye showed me she was ready.
"Strip!" She commanded me in a loud and aggressive voice.
I hastened to obey her, all the while feel more aroused by the second. At the same time I also felt embarrassed yet this added to the intensity of the experience.
When I was completely nude, she had me attach leather cuffs to my ankles and stand facing the right side of the easy chair. My feet were on the outside of the right side of the chair feet. The front of my thighs pressed against the right arm of the chair about half way up.
She quickly ran a long lock / release strap around the back of my thighs and the right arm of the easy chair. A similar strap locked my ankles to the right side feet of the chair. So now I was attached to the chair and while my arms were free for the moment, my lower body was completely restricted. As a last gesture, she pulled the straps around my thighs and ankles very tight. I was quite immobile from the waist down.
Next she wrapped my thick black leather belt lightly around my waist. Running two small white parallel ropes from my back through the crack in my ass, she tied them off to the front of the belt and she tightened the belt, as well.
Then there was the "single sleeve" concept. I had told her of what I was interested in on previous occasions, so it wasn't totally unusual for her. She bound my elbows behind my back with a short lock / release strap and she did the same for my wrists. Pulling both straps tightly forced my elbows back and my chest forward. Taking one last strap, she wrapped it vertically between my wrist restraints and the strap around my ankles.
The end result was that I was almost completely immobile. My feet were about double shoulder width apart. My chest was pushed obscenely forward and my arms were bound tightly behind me. I was able to move my upper body just enough to turn her on.
Almost as an afterthought, she shoved a ball gag into my reluctant mouth. Standing back, she surveyed her handiwork with hot eyes while I started to become hard just having her watch me.
Chapter Two
A Taste for Leather
I watched with mounting excitement as she walked over to the coffee table and picked up a shiny black leather belt that I usually reserved for my suit.
Idly, she canted her head to one side and ran the belt through her hands. She smiled in a rather dreamy way. Then she sighed.
"Let's be sure that those restraints will actually hold you." She murmured, almost to herself.
I tightened my nude bound body as much as possible, in anticipation of what was to come. My breath started coming in shallow gasps past the rude ball gag and I could feel my erection even more. My stomach tingled with anticipation and I found myself clenching my muscular buttocks.
She walked over to stand at my right side, and facing me, she drew back her right hand with the belt. Still she smiled.
Her voice started soft but gradually increased in passion as she implied her threat, "These won't be too hard so don't move or cry out. Otherwise...!"
She was standing so that I would have had to have really turned my head to see what she was up to (even though I knew what was to come). I, on the other hand, was totally available to her.
I heard the swish of the belt before I felt its sharp impact and heard the wet splat it made as it landed on my flat, hard stomach. My body jerked against the assault.
I grunted inadvertently and she hit me in almost the same spot again. My nude muscular torso tightened in reflex against her naughty strikes. They weren't hard enough to cause damage, merely arousal.
I grunted again and this time she spoke rather impatiently, "Be silent!" When I want the use of your mouth, I'll tell you what to do!"
I tried to steel my will, as she warmed to her task. Again and again, the belt sang out and landed on my unprotected chest and stomach. Alas, I wasn't able to remain entirely silent or still (nor did I really want to).
I grunted as the belt landed yet again. I jerked my nude, bound body helplessly about. This thoroughly aroused both of us. My erection was glistening with precum. I was but her plaything and the belt in her hands let us both know that.
She seemed quite pleased that I was neither still nor quiet, despite her warnings to the contrary. Truth to tell, I think she wanted me to struggle and cry out. It aroused her (and I know it made me hot).
After about twenty four lashes to my unprotected front, she dropped the belt back onto the coffee table and remarked to me, "I can see that you aren't going to offer much resistance tonight but you will well wish you could before we are through."
I saw her leave the living room and I heard her make her way down the hall to the kitchen.
My breath was coming in shallow gasps around the ball gag. My arousal was apparent to both of us.
The angry red patches where the belt had impacted on my skin gave open testimony to her willingness to toy with me. All I could do was remain her gagged, nude, bound and helplessly available, sex toy.
She returned a couple of minutes later with a flute of white wine. Ignoring me completely, she picked up the T.V. remote and sat down in the easy chair.
And there I stood, nude, bound, available and so close if I had cum, I'd have shot into her face. I found the whole thing arousing and tantalizing.
She pointed the remote at the T.V. and turned it on. Still ignoring me, she took a sip from her flute before leaning forward and placing it on the coffee table.
Her little black dress accentuated her shoulders and its hem road up her creamy thighs exposing flesh I was rarely able to admire. I liked that dress but she wore it all too seldom. As a matter of fact, her being clothed while I was nude and bound was very, very exciting.
Finally, as my erection started to flag from lack of attention, she moved. Looking straight at it (but not my face), she grabbed it with her right manicured hand as if it were a hammer.
With her left thumb and forefinger she reached over and pinched the underside of my shaft just below the head. What they now call the frenum. She braced, my now iron hard, cock and cruelly pulled the sensitive skin there, back and forth.
I groaned and twisted my helplessly bound body within the little leeway my restraints would allow. Pain blended with delicious sexual pleasure as my dick stood at absolute attention.
She didn't look up when she threatened quietly, "Looks real sensitive...I'll make sure it's even more so before we're done."
I was both anxious and aroused when I heard this. I knew that she was just starting to come to terms with her own desires where sex and power were concerned.
I wondered how far she'd go.
