Chapter Four: Purple Bound
Tamara had Jack bound again. She had ordered him to strip and lie face down on the bed. She sat astride his thighs and pulled his hands behind his back. She bound them tightly with his dressing gown cord to ensure that he couldn't free himself. Then, after giving him several playful spanks on his buttocks, she turned him over onto his back. His cock was still hard, it had been in this state since he had returned home from work almost an hour ago.
Tamara, home from her residential course, and still smelling of Alena, had dressed provocatively in order to tease the fuck out of Jack. She had forbidden him to touch her, whilst she tantalised him with hints and allusions as to what she and Alena had done to each other during their steamy, sensual encounter. As she sat on a sofa with her legs crossed, dangling a high heeled shoe from her stockinged right foot, Jack had reached such a state of arousal that he had offered to be completely compliant in bed, if she would just tell him all of the details of her two day affair.
Now, up in the bedroom, Tamara's newly emerging dominatrix persona took charge.
"You asked for this Jack, you're completely at my mercy and you'll do whatever I tell you."
"I can't do much trussed up like this."
"I don't need your opinion."
Tamara pulled a scarf out of a drawer, and used it as a gag to silence Jack. She became highly aroused as she did this. Her pussy moistening at the feeling of complete control over her big, strong, naked, and now completely vulnerable man.
Lying fully clothed next to a naked, bound man, his cock hard, exposed, and at her mercy, enhanced the feeling of sexual power that filled her mind and her vagina. She lightly fondled the base of his cock, so that he didn't come too soon. This tormented him further, and confirmed his helplessness as she well knew.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with you big boy?" she breathed hotly into his ear.
"I'm going to strip down to my underwear in front of you, then I'm going to sit astride you, put my hands inside my panties, and bring myself whilst staring into your submissive, desperate eyes...Then I'm going to take off the gag, and shove my wet cunt into your face, whilst you give me a good licking. When I'm satisfied that you know your place, and you promise to be my faithful slut, I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy... If you do anything to displease me, I will tie your feet together and leave you here while I go into town to find a big cock to satisfy me."
Jack loved Tamara's new found kinkiness, he enjoyed feeling completely under her control. They hadn't previously discussed whether playful domination and submission was something that they wanted to get into, but here they were.
Tamara was as good as her word, she teased Jack in exactly the way she had described, then rode his cock, and released his pent up desire all over her cunt walls. It was still early in the evening. Jack, now released from his bindings, went downstairs to put a ready meal in the oven, and came back up to bed with a bottle of pinot and two glasses.
They talked about the nature of their 'agreement' and confirmed their complete trust for each other. They were both enjoying Tamara's sexual escapades, and wanted to carry on exploring 'new possibilities.'
Jack asked Tamara how she would describe her sexuality, she thought for a moment:
"Okay, this is how it feels, I've always loved looking at attractive, fuckable men. I'm learning how to arouse them and get them to do my bidding. Now that I'm becoming sexually confident, I want to pursue and fuck more men, but I'm not a complete slut, so I'll stick to our agreement that I only do it with your knowledge, and for as long as we both get a thrill out of it."
"With women it's been a sudden awakening. Well sort of, I realise now that I've always been a little 'curious,' but I'm finding more and more that I'm turned on by intelligent, attractive women; I fantasise often about getting my hands up their skirts
"I suppose if you asked me to put a label on it, I would say now that I'm emerging as bi-sexual."
"And what about Lieutenant Davenport, where does she fit in to this equation?"
Tamara thought for a moment.
"She doesn't really, the memory of that woman still unnerves me. She took me by force but, to be honest, I fucking loved the feeling of being overpowered by her. She told me that I was her bitch, and she meant it. If I ran into her again, I just know that I'd submit to her. I wank off to fantasies of her more than anyone, even you. She showed me how sexually powerful a woman can be, but Alena showed me what it's like to have a woman make love to me. No, Davenport's in a category of her own, I think I'll file her under 'deviant sex.' I don't like her, she's arrogant and unpleasant, but fuck me, she's irresistible."
"Well you know it's strictly women for me, but I'm getting a real buzz out of you exploring your sexuality," said Jack.
"Listen Jack, I know we've talked about this before, but I would feel better if you fucked an attractive, willing woman now and again. It would assuage my 'guilt,' and turn me on immensely to hear you tell all in that eloquent, filthy turn of phrase that you have."
"But don't forget the rules, our friends are out of bounds, especially Hilda, if she got the chance, she'd be in your pants before you could blink."
Tamara knew that there were plenty of women that would bed Jack, even if he didn't know it himself, and one in particular that she'd lined up for him as a birthday surprise. She hadn't yet told Jack about the planned threesome with Alena. It was his birthday in two weeks time and she couldn't think of a better present.
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Monday morning, half term over, Tamara was getting ready for work. It was early June and, to Jack's annual disappointment, the end of stocking season (except for very special occasions!) until mid to late September. But not today, today was unseasonably chilly, Tamara put on her white six strap suspender belt and nude stockings. White bra and panties were followed by a summer dress, black with a delicate pale green and lilac flower pattern. The dress had short sleeves and flowed down below the knee. Three inch black heels set off her calves and ankles perfectly.
Tamara was excited, more than she was prepared to admit, at the prospect of seeing Alena again. She was also looking forward to telling her that it was Jack's birthday on Friday, and she was to be his present.
Tamara and Alena greeted each other in the staffroom with a platonic hug, and a look in their eyes that only they knew was much more than mere professional camaraderie. It was going to be a busy day, so they agreed to meet up at lunch time. In the event, lunch time was organised chaos, so Alena suggested a drink after work, to which Tamara readily agreed.
Alena looked professionally elegant, dressed in a mid grey knee length pencil skirt, with a red fine knit top and red heels. She also wore pale grey stockings, as Tamara would find out later.
When she was able to snatch a quick moment during afternoon break, Tamara made a quick phone call to Jack.
"Hi love, I haven't got long, I'll be late, but not too late home tonight, I'm going for a drink with Alena, we just need a catch up."
"You naughty girl, are you having a drink? I can pick you up if you like, but you'll have to tell me what time you two will have finished your, er... chat," Jack said mischievously.
"No, I'll stick to tonic and drive home. Like I say, I won't be too late, so don't wank yourself dry because I want you to come on my breasts and face tonight. Bye sexy."
Jack was too surprised to speak.
Tamara and Alena got to the pub by 5.30 pm. It was almost empty, just a few afterwork drinkers contemplating their lot. They were pleased to be alone in each other's company again, and had hugged affectionately when they got out of their cars. They spent a while reliving their two days together, and reaffirmed their fondness for each other.
Tamara asked if Alena was still okay for the weekend.
