The Egyptian cotton sheets smelled of sandalwood and lavender. He knew she knew he liked sandalwood. For some unknown reason he preferred these navy blue sheets to the celadon sheets. She usually had the navy sheets on the bed for him. The curtains and the east-facing window were both open catching the breeze. The small prayer-bell wind chime played on that breeze. The hardwood floor had been polished recently and the lemon scent lingered enough to be noticeable, but not overly so. The Tempur-Pedic® pillow was perfectly placed under his knees.
These and a hundred other details flashed though his mind – the heated towels in the bathroom, the bottled water on the bedside table, the bathrobe draped over the end of the bed – all would be ready for his use when their play was finished. She tended to pay attention to the things he liked and filled their moments together so that everything was perfect.
During her preparation for this evening, she had struggled with one particular detail. He knew that she had debated with herself about the best possible fix. He knew not to bring it up himself. She would come to him if and when she was ready. At times this was frustrating, but he also knew that it was part of their game. Finally, she had asked for his assistance. It had not taken him long to add the three extra links to the handcuffs. She had worried that his right shoulder would be re-injured if the cuffs were not expanded somehow. With her thanks, he had modified three different sets of cuffs.
One set held his arms behind his back right now. His face was on the mattress but turned to the side, thus he was able to look out the window. For the moment he was in the yoga position known as The Child. It was restful. He knew some of what was coming even though they had not discussed the particulars. She had asked a few questions, but in a subtle way.
He felt her come back to the bed. There was the dip in the mattress as she climbed onto the bed and moved close to him. He was aware of the heat of her body. He could smell her perfume. He could imagine what she was holding in her hands even though he had not seen it. She had bought it for them recently. Mail-order certainly had its uses. She had mentioned that his "present" had arrived. They had been waiting for the package for two weeks, but it had given him time to make the slight adjustments to the cuffs. The two weeks were not wasted time. This was her first time to use a dildo on him. It was 1/4 larger in diameter than the one he had been using on himself.
She snapped the elastics of the black silk thigh-high stockings he was wearing. He slowly rose up on his knees while leaving his torso on the mattress. She reached under him to grab the chain at the center Y-link where the two chains connected to his nipple rings joined the single chain that passed over his scrotum, between his butt cheeks and connected to the hand cuffs behind his back. She teased him in this way for a moment. Each tug on his nipples harder than the last.
There was enough play in the chain that she was able to slide three links across his anus. Slowly, she moved the chain so that each rounded link touched that sensitive area. Back and forth across that tight pucker that was soon going to be stretched more than it ever had been. To increase the sensation of each link, she pressed his butt cheeks together with one hand pulling towards her chest. This was something he had not anticipated. He enjoyed her inquisitive mind.
Finally after what seemed hours, she moved the chain to one side and placed the tip of the dildo against his anus. She had warmed the lubricant and used the perfect amount - not quite enough.
She sighed as the tip entered him. ******
Second Foray
He took a small step back. In part to create some much needed distance. He wanted to end the playing but he didn't want to end the playing. He also wanted to admire his handiwork. He wanted to see what they had created together. He had wanted and she had given it all. It was amazing to share this. Neither one remembered exactly how their first sexual encounter had started, but this. . . neither one would ever forget.
He breathed in her scent. She was clean, literally, inside and out. When he had arrived at her house she had promised him that she had given herself two enemas and that she was clean. He believed her, no reason not to believe. However. . .
My very darling, of course you did. And of course, I'll be giving you another. Think of it as a gift. She had protested, something about please don't or some such about it being humiliating. He cupped her cheek with his palm.
It cannot be humiliating. I love you. It will happen. One more would be my choice. Recalcitrance on your part will only lead to more expulsions. Pick. Now.
Yes, she hated it. Oh how she had sworn and cursed him. Inventive to say the least. He especially liked the tranny dildo ass fucker rant. More than humorous as it would not be HIS ass that would be fucked that evening.
She seemed completely drained as he helped her to her bed. He'd been quite busy as she'd been tidying up. The four restraints that she had and all the 1/2 nylon cord that he'd brought were ready to be used. At first she didn't notice. As he kissed her hard on the mouth, he slipped one wrist into the slip-knot. Oh how she had fought after that. The wrestling and tussling had proven to be quite the bout of exercise. Ultimately worth it.
Yes, worth every minute it had taken to prove his strength to her. To make her submit. He stood over her. Arms tied above her head. Knees bent to almost-chest level and spread as wide as possible. She could hide nothing. She was splayed for his use. He breathed in her scent again. There was desire there. There was wanting there. And yes, there was fear there. He wanted it all. She could hold nothing back.
He seated himself between her spread legs and just looked at her - all of her. She turned her head away. He spanked her on both breasts.
See me as I look at you. Do not look away from me. Fear is in that dark. Love is in the eyes. Say it.
