Foreword
Originally, this was titled "Moving Day" and then, for a brief time, it was titled "First Time Hand Job". Having tried it as both I prefer "Moving Day".
So if you have read it before, please be advised of these changes.
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My ex and I had a tumultuous relationship at the best of times. I am mostly a top and she didn't have enough experience or desire to care one way or the other. If I had never touched her, she'd have been a happy camper. But that isn't my way.
All that being said; I had taken some years to get to know what she was aroused by. The fact that I knew this irritated her to no end.
She was shorter than I, fit and fiery (when not completely stressed out). Her dark hair hung shoulder length above her slim build.
I was of an average height and weight with natural blond hair and a driven personality type which I masked with an easy charm.
I was whatever it took to get the job done, provided it wasn't illegal or immoral.
While we had talked about female domination before this event, it was really the first time we enacted any of my submissive fantasies.
I would have preferred to dominate her but she would only endure my touch intermittently. So this idea came up and eventually we acted upon it.
It was one of the hottest times I ever had. Even now I become aroused thinking about it.
Moving Day
Chapter One
A Division of Labour
We were moving and she wasn't happy about it, not even a little. It was of little consequence that she had an equal say in the matter. She had wanted to move out on the day when we first moved in. All that mattered was that she was being called upon to work.
She was letting me know in no uncertain terms that her anger and frustration weren't going to be assuaged by any gesture on my part.
So, seeing an opportunity, I took advantage. (Who says I couldn't be seriously masochistic upon occasion?).
I suggested that we divide the work between us. I would perform the actual moving, along with whomever I could coerce into helping. She would pack everything into easy to carry boxes on the night before the big day.
She reluctantly agreed, so I pushed it one step further.
I said, "If you are going to be packing, you really don't want my help anyway."
She agreed with this too, as I usually packed the boxes much too heavy.
"So why don't you tie me nude to the easy chair in front of the T.V. and torment me for the next couple of hours?" I asked.
She thought about it and seemed on the verge of refusal. So I upped the ante.
"All you'd have to do is use the cuffs and quick lock/release straps to tie me down. Then you could arouse me to painful hardness every fifteen minutes or so," I soothed.
I tried the voice of sweet reason on her, "You know how you always push too hard and don't give yourself enough breaks," I tried the voice of sweet reason on her.
My heart was beginning to beat faster and my breath shortened as I could see her mull over this concept.
My stomach did a bit of a flip as she said "Strip!"
Fastest down to skin I ever did. I jumped into the easy chair and spread my legs over its arms. Then I pushed the back of the chair into a semi reclined position and raised hands above my head.
I sat quietly as she cuffed my ankle with a leather restraint and threaded the quick lock/release strap under the chair to the other side where she repeated her activity. My ankles were now effectively locked wide and comfortable.
She cuffed both my wrists with leather again (I have a thing for black leather). She hooked them together with another strap and then connected it to the strap under the chair which locked my ankles together.
A final tug on both straps and I was at her mercy.
The whole thing took less than five minutes and left me both quite helpless and completely available. Because the back of the chair declined slightly, her locking my wrists to my ankles had the effect of presenting my very available unit to her every whim.
I found my breathing coming in short, quick gasps and I was trembling slightly, with anticipation. My penis was already semi hard, at the thought of her cruel hands, and the relentless struggle she was going to put me through.
I could see that she was secretly pleased at my nudity, as well as my willingness to submit to her.
Her green eyes became glassy and her mouth was drawn into a sharp line, as she observed my helpless state. She absently drew her hair back to one side with casual disdain. This one gesture let me see how much she enjoyed this power exchange, yet she would have died before acknowledging it.
Normally, she tried to never let me see what she was feeling and if I hadn't been a very perceptive guy, I'd have gone on thinking she really cared about me (instead of the lifestyle I had led).
But now that I was helpless and available; the charade could end for a couple of hours. That I had suggested it, made it all that much sweeter.
Now, the struggle for power could be shown nakedly and in earnest.
Now she had an advantage I could not overcome (nor did I particularly want to, at that point).
Chapter Two
It Begins
"One more thing," she said calmly.
She went to the kitchen and I could hear her rummaging through the kitchen drawer. Returning with a roll of duct tape and scissors, she cut off a short length and approached me.
Bending toward me, she applied the tape to my closed mouth.
She warned me ominously "If the tape comes off; the games end."
Then she stepped back and put her hands on her tiny hips in a position of utter confidence and contempt.
She was going to have a good time at my expense. And I was going to entertain her with my struggles; whether I wanted to or not.
Even though we had not done anything like this before; I figured my tolerance for suffering would be much greater than her tolerance for dishing it out; I never worried about a safe word. In retrospect, it was an arrogantly stupid assumption on my part. I am fortunate that it ended as well as it did.
Going to the bedroom, she returned quickly with a large bottle of lubricant and a face cloth. She placed these on the table beside my chair for easy access later on.
"No point in messing up the furniture," she observed brightly.
