Day 3, No 3: Bondage 2
When I awoke she was gone. Another woman, this time wearing a business suit, had gently touched my face. I looked up and smiled at her. She gave me a drink and a banana, which I ate immediately. She told me I was to be completely passive, and to make sure she was going to tie me up where I lay. Again? Tie me up she did, with ropes around my thighs and waist so that I could not move my hips at all. My hands and feet and head were restricted, but I could move them all a little. She told me to wait; that she would be back in a few minutes.
A little later she returned, and did a striptease beside the bed revealing both her incredible flexibility and a diaphanous white nightie. It looked to be made from cheesecloth, but when she pulled it against her body it clung silkily like a second skin. It seemed specifically designed to highlight her nipples by constantly hooking up on them. By now I was hooked on them too.
By the time she slid in next to me she was naked and I was throbbing with desire again. Was I being medicated with Viagra again? No time to think about that - she climbed over me and teased me by gently sliding her moist sex up and down against my side. Gently up and down, up and down, up and down... I looked at her face and it was contorted as if she was in pain.
Eventually she moved above me and slowly, oh, so unbelievably slowly, slid herself onto me. All the way down she was breathing in and out in sharp pants, giving little cries on the brief exhales. It seemed to take four lifetimes until she was all the way down, but even to a mind not lost in lust it must have been five minutes, just to slide once all the way down.
As she bottomed out I gave a deep sigh.
She said sharply "This is for my pleasure, not yours. I can't stop you enjoying yourself, but I don't want to be distracted by the noises of your testosterone-fuelled lust. Any more noise and I'll gag you."
Okay, I might be slow, but bit by bit I'll learn. I shut up. She lifted off (in a manner of speaking) just as slowly as she had slid down. When I was just a millimetre from sliding out of her she started again on the return trip; down again, up again, down again, up again. Each cycle took about ten minutes. Five minutes up, and five minutes down.
I know exactly how long, because I thought she would be unhappy if I came, and in an effort to avoid that I was thinking other things, and I was watching a digital clock on the wall, mainly distracting myself, but incidentally keeping track of the time.
After the fourth cycle her little cries became shrieks, and after the fifth she started to vibrate. It sounds silly, but that's the only way I can describe it; it was as if she was shivering violently with cold, except she certainly wasn't cold. I wouldn't have lasted if I had not been so effectively drained beforehand.
On the seventh cycle the vibrations increased in intensity, and she didn't lift off quite as much, perhaps because the vibrations would have had me slipping out. On the eighth cycle she started screaming and eventually she froze for about a minute. I could feel her clamp tighter around me.
I think she must have stopped breathing for the whole minute, because afterwards she started breathing deeply and rapidly for a while. Also, when she released the tension, what seemed like bucket loads of warm fluid ran down my thighs, pooling around my buttocks and in my navel.
And then, unbelievably, she just returned to the slow ten-minute cycle, exactly as before. This time, however, she started the shaking in the first cycle, and what could only have been an orgasm repeated itself immediately after. And this time she froze for only a few seconds and there was not so much fluid.
The third time, she did not even make it all the way once to the bottom before freezing and tensing again. And this time, afterwards, she yelled at me "now!" and slammed herself down on me.
Right on cue, I exploded inside her. There probably wasn't much of me to explode by now, but the sensation was just as intense as ever. I looked up at my attacker. Her skin was covered with a sheen of sweat and perhaps other things. Her eyes stared unfocused into the distance, and her mouth hung half open.
She released my nipples, causing pain as the blood flooded back into them - I hadn't even noticed she had been squeezing them. She looked down at me, gradually came into focus, recognising me as if for the first time, and smiled a dreamy smile at me.
"Thank you."
She said "I'm sorry if I was aggressive but I was desperate not to break the spell. I never realised sex could be like that." I hadn't realised that either, but if she thought I was the cause and it meant she might do that again then I was willing to take the credit.
She lifted herself up off me one final time and as my swollen head slipped out she unexpectedly orgasmed one final time. At the same time she lost control of her bladder and urinated all over me.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" she said, "I didn't expect that one and just lost control."
I told her not to apologise. For a woman to have an unexpected orgasm was a huge compliment. In any case she was the Princess and I was the slave.
I suggested we get cleaned up and change the sheets, but that didn't suit her. She wasn't going to waste any of her scheduled time with me doing the housework. She didn't mind us going into the bathroom so we could wash each other, but someone else could clean the bed.
After untying me she went to the door and called out, and arranged for someone else to clean up while we were in the bathroom. Once we were dry she had me put on a track suit and coat. She reached into a cupboard and pulled out a huge fur coat, putting it on over her naked body. She wanted to go for a walk outside with me.
Once we left the house she cuddled up to me like any girl to her lover, and I enjoyed the closeness. I was amazed at my growing dependence upon these periods of closeness as well as the mind-bending sex.
She took me to a lovely little stream that gurgled its way through a stony gully, and then over a small drop of about four feet. There was a large pool below surrounded by an area of flat grass. She sat on a large rock nearby, motioning for me to sit by her.
She told me that whenever she could get away she had come here and dreamed of being here with a man who wanted to kiss her. It would have been rude, and possibly even dangerous for me to ignore that hint, so I turned and gently kissed her. It seemed as if we were in a different world from the one only a few minutes ago when she had so thoroughly and expertly used me for countless orgasms. Now however, she was the shy girl. A girl who just happened to be delicately beautiful. It was really no suffering at all to kiss her.
We sat there and chatted about trivial things, made silly jokes, and bounced stones along the pond surface. In no time at all it was time for us to return to the house, me to my room to recover and she to her other life.
Day 3, No 4: Tina
As I sat relaxing with a cup of tea, there was a gentle knock on the door. Since the routine seemed to be that the knock was a warning rather than a request for permission to enter, I waited. No-one entered. Instead there was another gentle knock. This time I called "come in".
The door opened a little and another lady entered shyly. She walked hesitantly towards me with her head down. Her behaviour was not consistent with her appearance.
Six feet four, broad shoulders, big high breasts, narrow hips and long blonde hair covering her face as she looked downcast. She was wearing a loose track suit that was not quite enough to conceal an athletic and sexy body.
I asked her to sit down and she did so, her head still hanging. "What's your name?" I asked. Her name was Tina. "Are you my next appointment?"
"Only if you want me to be." I told her I did want her to be my next appointment, and reached forward and swept her hair back so I could see her face. Dark blue eyes looked at me, a little damp with - was that tears? Crying or not, she was beautiful and I was immediately lost in the blue pools of her eyes.
I pulled her to me and put her head on my shoulder and hugged her. What was wrong?
She told me she was embarrassed that all the other ladies knew what she was doing, and that didn't seem right. I pointed out that they might guess what she was doing, but they didn't know.
"No, they know I'm desperate and they know I'm here to get laid."
So I suggested that instead we lay them a red herring. Tina's English might be perfect, but she didn't know what a red herring was. She looked at me, her head to one side, not sure if I was teasing her.
I explained that a red herring was a clue designed to mislead. I told her to get dressed up in climbing clothes. I had seen some climbing boots in my wardrobe, and dressed up as if to go mountaineering.
Tina was back in five minutes similarly dressed. She followed my lead as I walked briskly through a kitchen to the garage where the Lada was parked, and we got in, went up the lift and drove out into the open.
She asked me if we were going fishing. Clearly I hadn't explained a red herring properly. I told her that we were going to convince everyone else that we were going climbing, but instead she could do anything she wanted.
"Anything?" I asked her what she wanted to do. "I want to see your body and play with it to see how it works." I asked if she knew of any private spot we could go to that would be comfortable and warm. Yes, there was a little cottage on a side road just inside the border of the property. She directed me there, I parked the car outside and we went in. She quickly made up a log fire and had it blazing merrily.
I asked her what she wanted and she told me to do a striptease.
Oh shit. Under the circumstances it was a reasonable request for her to make, but how was I supposed to do a striptease? I told her that this was not within my power. She replied haltingly that she had been dreaming about getting a man alone and having him do a sexy dance for her. Would I please do the best I could?
I decided I had no option but to do what I could for her...and perhaps also for my own safety. I asked her please not to laugh and started to writhe around for her. In a rough cottage, dressed in climbing clothes and boots, with no music, embarrassed about my physique and with zero talent I felt completely ridiculous. The only thing saving me from dying of embarrassment was the fact that this wonderful lady seemed to be enjoying it.
One thing I did know was that the footwear had to come off early in the process, and I decided that it had to be step one, before I had built up any mood at all that I could destroy when (not if) I slipped on my arse.
I turned my back to her and bent right down to untie the laces, wiggling my body for her. I then turned back and put one boot on the floor in front of her, pointing at it. She lifted it up, placed in on her lap and loosened it completely so that when I fell, the boot came off. I landed on my back and she came and sat on my chest, loosening and then removing the other boot. OK, hurdle one overcome with nothing worse than a complete artistic failure. And her smile had looked more encouraging, or at least more amused than bored.
