The knock on the door had been gentle. When I opened the door Kay's voice was very nervous. And now we were sat opposite each other on the arm chairs drinking coffee. And Kay was clearly upset. We had known each other for many years, but not as strong friends. Kay and her husband Tony would sometimes pass the time chatting to either me of my wife Judy when we met, but we didn't go to each others houses or socialise more than that.
It was me who broke the ice. "So what's the problem, Kay."
Kay was in her late forties with short dark hair, and while her body was filling out a bit she was still very shapely and attractive. She also looked quite vulnerable as she began to cry. It took her a couple of minutes before she hesitantly began to speak.
"I'm sorry, but someone I work with said I should come and talk to you. That you or your wife might help." Again she began to sob, so I passed her some tissues. I apologised that Judy was out, but made encouraging noises and Kay hesitantly continued.
"It's Tony." Tony was a kind friendly man, but was perhaps twenty years older than his wife. Again, after a pause Kay continued. "It's Tony. We've been sleeping apart for over ten years now. He's no interest in..." Kay hesitated, embarrassed. She continued. "We haven't...for ten years." Suddenly she blurted it out. "I need it!"
We sat in silence. I was stunned, Kay embarrassed. After a few moments Kay blustered "I'm sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I must go..." She leapt to her feet.
I help my hand up and spoke in my strong voice. "Kay. Sit down." She stopped, and tentatively sat down.
It was me who broke the silence, but in a gentler voice. " What you mean Kay" I looked hard into her eyes. "What you mean Kay is that you need a bloody good fucking."
At my choice of language Kay went even redder and looked down. I continued. "Is that what you want to say?"
For several seconds Kay said nothing, but then I heard her quiet "Yes."
I felt I should push this just a little further. "Then if that is what you mean, then you must say it."
"No, I can't" Kay quickly got out.
Again I paused. "You must say it, Kay."
Another pause, but this time she said it very quietly and demurely. "Bill, I need a bloody good fucking." Suddenly she became a little more animated. "But I can't give in, you must take me. You must do it. You must..." I held up my hand and stopped her. I stood up, walked to where she was, pulled her to her feet and within seconds had lifted her in a fireman's lift. She was shocked, but she did not struggle.
Kay was wearing a black skirt and blouse, the skirt riding up as I held her in the lift. I carried her to the bedroom and threw her gently onto her back on the bed. "Don't move", I ordered. I knew should would give in to anything, now, but she needed to feel I was taking her, making her do this against her will. As that was what she wanted, I felt I could take her much further than she imagined, and would open her to more pleasure in the future.
I went to her, reached behind her and undid her skirt, and with one move removed both skirt and panties. She moved to cover herself with her hands to hide her embarrassment.
I spoke gently to her. "I will not allow you to cover yourself, stop that."
The bed was ready prepared for good times, so I sat on her, and within a couple of minutes had her tied spread-eagled on the bed, arms and legs stretched wide, with the silk bands that were attached to the corners of the bed. We use silk because it's strong, but doesn't rub or hurt. Remarkably Kay remained quiet, despite the humiliation of being naked from the waist down and being tied to the bed with legs apart.