Foreword
When I first typed this story up, I submitted it for posting in the "B.D.S.M." category. It does have all the elements that are necessary for that and at first, it was accepted there. I was pleased when it received a lot of readers viewing it.
But I have done a lot of reading on this website since then and I've come to realize that this story is more in line with stories I've read in the "Fetish" category. It is generally of a lighter vein.
While the story is a work of fiction, everything in it "could" happen. That is to say, all the activities are realistically possible.
The Climax of Gratitude
(Or How to Make Her Convulse On Command)
Chapter One
The Setup
At that point, we had been together as man and wife for over a decade and a half. Getting sex from her was like pulling teeth. It wasn't that she was a cold fish or that either of us was particularly unpleasant to look at.
My ex was short and dark haired with a fiery personality that was given to brittleness.
She could be very passionate upon occasion but seemed much more interested in having money. Not working for it or even spending it, merely having it.
I was of an average height and weight and a natural blond with a driven personality type that I masked with an easy charm. I worked hard to build a life for myself and my family while putting on a happy face and moving around any obstacles life placed in front of me. I just didn't have time to whine (although I do enjoy cheese upon occasion). I simply hated to quit which is why I had stayed with her for so long.
When I had been younger I had made it my business to be a very good sexual partner so it was simple for me to elicit responses from her that she absolutely hated but had to react to (whether she liked it or not).
More than one former lover had called me a demon in the sack and with good reason.
This night she had condescended to allow me to touch her and do my "dirty business". Well, I tell you, I'd had more than enough of that attitude. I'd been up front with her from the beginning and she had made her choice to continue to stay.
Chapter Two
The Restraining
I told her I'd be dominating her (within her limits of course). We established a safe word and made sure the kids were asleep before commencing with the festivities.
Our master bedroom was quite large and between the foot of our king size bed and the twin closets was nearly four feet. Above the end of the bed, I had installed two heavy duty hooks into the ceiling joists. This made it easy to stand on the bed while affixing restraints to the aforementioned hooks.
We moved into the bedroom and locked the door.
Tonight she would be my plaything. And not only did she know it, she was drawn helplessly to it. Like a moth to a flame.
Every once in a while she had to have this but she'd never admit it (not to me anyway).
I told her to strip in that firm, calm voice she hated but was drawn to, all the same. I remained clothed which further angered her by showing that I did not need her to achieve release.
I placed the worn but clean old socks around her wrists and fastened the leather cuffs around each. Her wrists would be comfortable but she would be immobile for as long as I deemed necessary.
Looping backpack straps with a quick lock and release through the ring in the cuffs; I spread her arms a bit wider than shoulder width. Placing the other end of the loop in the ceiling hooks and pulling them taut left her looking like something out of a naughty comic book.
To finish off the effect, I tied a rope firmly around her ankles, effectively binding them together.
It was now, at this moment, that I realized I was becoming aroused. Up until this moment, I was prepared for her to turn me away as she had so often before. Instead, she was now mine and by the convoluted mind games she insisted on playing, I was free to do with her as I would for the next hour or two (unless I broke the rules of play).
Standing behind her, my desire began to pool in my loins as I let my eyes travel over her nude, bound and taut form. Forced to stand as erect as possible with head held high was mildly shocking for her and I knew this.
She wasn't uncomfortable, merely available. By turning the tables on her in this manner, it was apparent to both of us that I was now the one in control.
We had talked over the years and I knew what she wanted (upon occasion) more than she did.
Walking around her I inspected her from the side and then the front. Her green eyes could not hide the mounting desire she was fighting.
She quickly became aware of my mounting lust and the effect she was having on me. My flushed face and heavier breathing betrayed any sense of stoicism on my part.
I didn't particularly care that she would be intimidated by seeing me thus inflamed. As much as she could protest about what I liked, some part of her liked it too (and I mean a lot).
Not saying a word I pulled my thick leather belt out of its loops from around my waist. She followed this motion and the look she gave me was filled with passion and fear. But she too, said nothing. It was a battle of silence, at this moment.
That would change as things heated up.
Chapter Three
The Whipping Starts
Her defiant attitude fed my lust as I knew it would. Being a very flexible guy, I could work with any responsible adult. I preferred those who were as wild and open as I was.
She wasn't and that was okay; I hadn't married her for the sex anyway. That it later turned into a war was too bad. I dealt with it.
Moving behind her, I watched her hands tighten on the unyielding straps that held her firm. Her breathing increased and deepened. She knew what I was going to do and there was little she could do to stop me.
Her silence was still there; a wall meant to keep me at a distance.
"I thought you'd lose interest, like all the others," she'd later comment to me in what was a rare moment of honesty for her.
But instead of keeping me away, I used her silence as one measure of how aroused she was becoming.
It seemed that I wasn't above some mind games of my own.
I drew back my arm and lightly snapped out my belt tip onto her helpless back. It wasn't hard but it did what I had intended it to do. It raised her level of awareness and increased her lust. She hated this part of it and I knew that.
A part of me was very aroused that she would submit to this. All she had to do to end this was utter one simple short word. There would be no recriminations or payback. The scene would be over, period.
Instead, here she stood, nude, bound, helpless, inflamed and forced to become more sexually aroused by the moment. There was simply nothing that she could do to stop me from eliciting any response from her I wished.
And tonight I had a very special wish to press upon this very repressed female. However, before we got to that, she would come to endure a taste of the lash. Not enough to leave lasting marks or break her spirit; just enough to raise her passions whether she liked it or not. And I sincerely hoped she would resist until the bittersweet end.
So I drew back my arm and lightly snapped out my belt onto her waiting flesh again.
Between us there existed a war for dominance. Tonight I vowed this battle would be mine.
Again and again my belt lashed out. As I warmed to my task and she to hers, I increased both the tempo and the power of my blows. They weren't actually blows, more like taps but they got the job of arousing us done and that was what counted.
I kept to her back, buttocks and back of the legs at first. Staying away from her neck, kidneys and knees I had a fine time. She held firm and wouldn't show any obvious signs that this was affecting her. To someone who hadn't known her, she looked like she was watching a boring movie.
"Keep it up", I thought to myself, "Show me nothing until I demand it".
My erection was firm and sensitive inside my briefs. It would remain that way until I decided otherwise. Sometimes it was very nice to remain in control.
The belt left slight red marks whenever it landed and as my whipping of her proceeded; her grip upon the straps that held her helpless increased, leaving her fingers white.
Watching her fighting me thus, aroused me and inflamed my desire to do that which she both craved and dreaded.
Chapter Four
The Whipping Progresses
I gradually moved to her side and then to her front. Again, I started lighter on the virgin areas and built from there.
As the belt found her sensitive breasts and belly, she began to flinch and grimace ever so slightly. Rather like someone who has stepped barefoot on a rock.
But aside from these reactions, she showed no evidence that she was nude, bound and being slowly and methodically whipped. God I like a resistant female!
She refused to meet my eyes, instead, choosing to look to the middle distance and pretend I wasn't there.
"Fat chance", I thought with satisfaction, "You'll react exactly as I want".
Her suffering was not only beginning to show; it was arousing me. I have always been inflamed by a good whipping where both parties have agreed to it before hand. This was definitely a good time!
As I moved around her, I let the belt land where it would. And not too hard but not too soft either.
Her resistance began to crack and I found my erection growing with each grimace. Her slight frowns showed more and more frequently as I progressed.
Another sign that she was nearing her breaking point were her shakes. She would start to shake as though she were cold or in great fear. Her arms, legs, torso and head, would shiver and shake as I continued wearing away at her resistance.
I had to be careful that I didn't drive her into "subspace" where she'd tune out and simply go numb or call a halt to everything. The trick with her was to keep within her tolerance levels. That is why I didn't hit her too hard or too long.
Her shaking was a sign that she was nearing the end of her ability to endure.
Yet aside from the glitter in her eyes, she tried to keep me from seeing that she was growing ever more sexually intense and aroused. But I knew her and I knew what she was trying to keep me from seeing.
I, on the other hand, was enjoying myself immensely. This female had agreed to submit and she was actually holding up her end of the bargain (a rare moment). I felt aroused, grounded and focused. I was in control and I knew what to do and when to do it.
Again and again my belt found her flesh and now it made her wince and twist away.
"Almost there", I thought, "Almost to the next evolution".
