Continuation of 'Bound To Happen'
The first person Clara and I told about us had been my mother. She was a bit shocked at first, but after an hour or so of maternal cross-examination and about twenty minutes alone with Clara, she just accepted it: We were in love and that was good enough for her. The two of us then tried to tell Clara's mom but that didn't go as well. In fact it was a disaster. Clara's mom told her that she didn't have a daughter since she'd left her, and so Clara could do what she liked, her mother didn't care. This left Clara in tears for an hour or more and not her normal self for over a week. Although it was Clara who'd left it was still a horrible thing for a young woman to hear herself disowned by a parent. I didn't know what to say to Clara so in the end all I could do was try to be there for her. Eventually, after some parental advice of my own, I told her that the only thing she could do was wait and see. Maybe things would change and her mother would see that she hadn't been abandoned, but there was nothing she could do until then. Clara had hugged me and kissed me, telling me that as long as she had me she'd be fine. I hoped I wasn't going to disappoint her. All in all it was an early trial in our relationship.
Clara still had me tie her up on occasion but was more interested in making love as often as possible, in as many different ways as possible. If I was a rich man I'd say she was trying to fuck me to death, but I'm not so it must be something else. The past couple of weeks however have seen us returning more to our old routine. I know she's planning something again, I just don't know what.
"Dave, why do you never photograph me when I'm tied up?" The question came out of the blue one Saturday afternoon. It flummoxed me for a moment.
"Um, well, um." I mumbled.
"You took those other pictures, the ones I saw." There was an earnest look in Clara's eyes.
"Yes, yes I did." She had a point. " I suppose I never thought about it. Why do you ask?"
"I'd quite like to see what I look like all tied up to be honest." She still looked serious.
"I don't have the Polaroid anymore." I shrugged. "Sorry."
"But you have got a digital camera, I've seen it. You take it on trips out."
"Yes, I do have a camera," I conceded, "but I'm not sure how much charge is in the battery." It sounded like a weak excuse even to my ears.
"There'll be enough I'm sure."
"For what?"
"What do you think? Come on!" Clara gave me her most dazzlingly wicked smile, jumped up, and scampered off to the bedroom.
Realising what she intended I moodily found my camera out. It was no great surprise to find the battery fully charged when I switched it on; Clara no doubt. I paused, unsure I should even be considering this. It was a feeling of déjà vu. Clara had the knack of finding the right switches, and flipping them. I sighed, and then another thought struck me; it might be nice to have some pictures of Clara, even if they weren't ones I could show around. I followed her.
Clara was laying out quite a few ropes on the bed. I raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"I thought we could go the whole hog. You know, the tortoise criss-cross thing, arms and legs, a crotch rope."
I winced slightly at the last one: I still had reservations about tying a crotch rope on Clara.
"You sure?" I asked quietly.
"Oh yes. Lots of rope all over." She grinned.
"Okay." I surrendered as usual. "What are you going to wear?"
"Nothing but the rope!" Her grin widened.
"Including a crotch rope?"
"Why not?" Clara had already begun to strip and was half naked by now.
"You should at least keep your knickers on." I said but without much hope she'd agree.
"Much too boring." She said, slipping out of the last of her underwear.
"All right, we'll do it your way." I said and lifted up the camera. "How about a few 'before' shots?"
"Good idea!" She made a few poses and I took photographs of her. I laid the camera down and picked up a long piece of rope.
After half an hour of careful knotting I had Clara in a decent tortoiseshell including, at her instigation, a knot on the crotch rope that would rub on her clit. Her arms were tied wrist to elbow behind her back and her upper arms were bound to her upper torso. I stepped back and picked up the camera again.
"You're not finished yet are you?" Clara asked. "I mean, there are still some ropes left."
"I know that. I just want some shots of you like this." I gave a wicked grin of my own. "Before I get the gag and blindfold."
"Oh! Just checking." The grin was still there, but a little uncertain for once.
I snapped a few more pictures; front, rear, side on, before I picked up the well-used blindfold and the not-so well-used gag.
"Open up." I ordered. Clara obediently opened her mouth and I buckled the gag tightly into place. I walked in front and looked at her. We had rarely used both gag and blindfold and I was a bit concerned I might be going to far. Clara's brightly shining eyes told me I needn't have worried. Despite her apparent uncertainty she was up for this. I tied the blindfold in place and then I started to tie her legs together; above and below the knee and at the ankles. A few more pictures followed with Clara quite still, unable to move and then I was ready for the final phase.
"Clara, I'm going to lie you face down on the bed." I told her. She nodded that she understood so I helped her to the bed and laid her down carefully. She immediately began to wriggle against the knot in the crotch rope. I gave her a sharp rap on the rump. "Don't be so impatient, I haven't finished yet."
I took one last piece of rope and tied it to her ankles. I pulled her legs up until her heels were resting on her butt and then tied the rope off around her folded arms. The first time I'd tried anything like this I'd been a little concerned and had left her a fair bit of slack in the rope. Since then I'd realised how supple Clara was and in consequence tied the rope much tighter. I picked up the camera and took some more shots.
"All right Clara, I'm done; you can wriggle as much as you like." I told her.
She began to grind her hips into the bed, pushing the knot on the crotch rope against her clit. She gave a moan into the gag. I took some more pictures, moving around to get some different angles.
In Clara's already heightened state of arousal it didn't take more than a couple of minutes of wriggling and grinding before she shook in an orgasm. She lay there panting hard as I undid her gag, kissing her on her drool-covered lips.
"I said that crotch rope would be too much." I whispered in her ear.
"Rubbish." She wheezed. "It was. Exactly. Right."
"If you say so." I laughed. "Still, I'm going to have to take it, and a couple of other ropes off."
"Why?" Clara demanded.
"Because, my horny little lover, I want to fuck you and those ropes are in the way." I kissed her again.
"In that case, carry on. I like your idea." She gave a smile.
Working quickly, I untied all the ropes around her legs and removed the crotch rope that I'd deliberately left separate from the tortoiseshell. Clara gave a sad little moan as I eased the rope now soaked with her juices out of her slit. She got herself into a sitting position, her arms still bound behind her back, the blindfold still covering her eyes. While she did this I was taking off my clothes. Stripped off, I sat on the bed beside her.
"Am I going to need to get you hard?" Clara asked.
"After tying you up and then watching you squirm around like that? No!" I chuckled.
"On my back or on my knees?" She said.
"What?" I replied, confused by the question.
"Which way round do you want me?" She said patiently.
"Actually I thought I might let you do all the work."
"What?" Now it was Clara's turn to be confused.
"I was going to lie back and let you be on top."
"Different. But you'll have to guide me." She was grinning again.
She put her knees either side of my stomach with a little directing from me. "Are you putting on weight?" I asked jokily. Clara's answer was to raise herself slightly, and then plonk herself down heavily on my tummy. "Oooof. Missed!" I gasped, winded. She slid herself backwards until she felt my erection touch her ass.
"You're gonna have to slot it in for me lover," she said, "I can't do it myself." She raised herself up again.
Silently I reached down to my cock. I rubbed the head between the cheeks of her ass and then along the folds of flesh that were her pussy lips. Clara gave a sigh of satisfaction as she sank down on my rampant dick, engulfing it with her sweet snatch. She began to move up and down, slowly at first, but quickening her pace a little at a time. I thrust my hips up to meet her coming down. Clara was soon bouncing up and down on my cock rapidly, chanting 'yes, yes'. With a shudder she stopped as her orgasm hit her. It was one of her more massive ones. She collapsed forward onto my chest, her pussy still clenching my member.
"Sorry." She gasped. "I haven't. Got you. Off."
I could feel her rock-hard nipples on my chest, moving as she gulped down air.
"You haven't got me off YET." I smiled, removing the blindfold. She looked up as I uncovered her eyes and I could see the excitement in them: There was more than a hint of love as well. "Switch around and we can 'sixty-nine'." I said, brushing some strands of hair from her face.
"Be easier if I could use my hands." She suggested. I nodded. Clara lifted off me and I sat up. I had tied her arms somewhat complicatedly and it took me a few minutes to release them. Clara sat patiently while I did so. I could see her looking down at her breasts. "I wonder what it's like to have a needle through a nipple." She said.
"Wonder away, but I'm not going to stick any needle in you anywhere." I told her.
"I could get..." She started to say.
"And that's not going to work this time either." I interrupted.
"But..."
"NO! I know you could get someone else to do it, you could even do it yourself, but you won't."
"Spoilsport." She stuck her tongue out.
