The Art of Silk Surrender- Part 10
Aurora and I, exhausted physically, mentally and sexually, slept deep and long into the next afternoon. I began to awaken first, and propped myself up on one elbow just to gaze at the sleeping angel beside me in the satin sheets of my parents’ big, cozy bed. I slowly brushed silken strands of her hair away from her face, and fell helplessly in love with her all over again, as if discovering her inner and outer beauty for the first time.
She stirred at the touch of my fingers on her face, and those almond eyes, so deep and rich with emotion, silently opened and focused on my enraptured form. Her soft, smooth fingers crept out from the sheets and began to massage the sleep out of her face as her whole body began to smile up at me.
Suddenly, my shoulder twinged in a pain that still lingered from my session on Joanna’s rack in art class, and she pulled herself up and beckoned me silently to turn around and sit up with my back toward her. Not wanting to sacrifice my vision of her angelic beauty, it was with no small amount of reluctance that I let her firm, loving touch direct me into the position she desired. In an instant, however, I melted with grateful understanding, as her satin fingers began to expertly dig themselves into my ravaged muscles in a healing and rejuvenating massage of life energy and joy. I allowed myself to sink back and let her arms take the weight of my whole upper body, as I closed my eyes and communed with her magical caresses.
After a wonderful, timeless experience of her touch, I drew in a deep, happy breath, and turned to face her again. Her long, silky mane fell across and around her face and cascaded over her whole upper body, and I reached out my index finger and again brushed a few stray strands away from her glowing eyes. She broke away from me in a flash, and bent down to find her purse among the clutter of clothes and other objects on the floor beside the bed. Retrieving something from it quickly, she was back up and handing me an exquisitely carved ivory comb.
“Braid my hair,” she purred, and had pulled free her tresses from the covers and shifted around to present her smooth, muscular back to me almost before I had a full grip on the magnificent grooming tool. Never having braided a woman’s hair before, I simply began running the comb delicately through her hair, letting the soft, satiny weight slide over and caress my fingers on and on in rapt joy. It had never occurred to me how erotic it would be to simply comb a lover’s hair, but it was indescribably wonderful. After some time, she sensed my inexperience, and she purred again without turning around or breaking her own bliss in the treatment she was receiving. “Just divide it into three sections, and keep going over into the middle, tighten, then again and again. You’ll get it.” I followed her instructions, and quickly understood the procedure. Over and over, I spun her loose, silky cascade into a thick, black velvet rope trailing down the length of her white, glowing skin until I finally reached the ends and it was done. Sensing I was finished, she quickly spun back around and grinned at me just as she pounced across the bit of open space between us and fell on top of me back into the pillows behind me.
We laughed and rolled around, and I realized how much freer it made her feel to have her hair gathered and out of the way of our flailing elbows and knees. After a few joyful moments of wrestling our nude bodies among the satin sheets and pillows, she pinned me to the mattress and gazed deeply into my eyes.
“I’m so sorry about last night. I hope you can forgive me.”
She was finally bringing up the unexpected challenges we had faced in our visit to the lingerie shop, and how I had quite shockingly been given my first experience of many things, including several sexual acts with another man.
I smiled softly back up at her loving eyes. “There’s nothing to forgive. I don’t really know how I feel about it all. It was quite an adventure, I’ll say that much. Maybe it’s a good thing. It was a pretty harmless lesson, all things considered, about who to trust and how we go about finding fun things to explore.”
She hugged me deeply. “I love you. You are everything to me. It was stupid of me to let us get caught up with strangers like that. I’m glad you weren’t hurt too badly. If they had hurt you, I couldn’t ever forgive myself.”
I kissed her all across the face, and saw she was on the verge of tears. “Hey, hey. Don’t do that. We’re fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. And, I believe we have more than enough frilly things in our wardrobe to last until we work up enough nerve to go back there again.” She laughed, relieved, and looked at me again. “You know, even though I realize you didn’t like it, you did make an awfully cute transvestite. I wonder if that stuff is my size. It’d be a shame to let it go to waste after all that.”
“Consider it yours,” I laughed. “Now, let’s drop it and call it water under the bridge. What would you like to do today?”
“I think,” she mused, running a finger across my naked chest, “I think we should have a domestic day. There’s not much to eat in the kitchen, and I really could do with a trip back to my apartment to get some fresh regular clothes. As sexy as it is, I don’t want to ruin a new nightgown wearing it to the supermarket.”
I decided to bring up a new, serious topic. “I’d love to see your place. You know, this is my parents’ house. I have my own place. Why don’t we visit both our apartments and decide which one we should keep and which one we should let go?”
She came up short as she realized that I was formally proposing that we live together, and it took her all of about two and a half seconds to melt back into my arms in total surrender to the idea. “I can’t wait. I don’t ever want to be away from you again as long as I live.”
We folded ourselves into the bed once again, and actually drifted off to sleep for another few moments. Then, we got up, jumped quickly into the shower together, and dressed for our little domestic day. It was true about there being nothing to eat, so we bustled hungrily into the car, and headed for the grocery store, full of giggles and embraces and thoughts of doing all the normal things couples do on a typical day. I did wear a satin cami under my shirt as usual, but Aurora let me do all the buttons up. I appreciated this, and then decided to unbutton just a couple again, so that just the tiniest hint of blue silk peeked out from the folds of my outer garment.
Suffice it to say, we had a wonderful time food shopping, then swung by my place. Aurora loved seeing all my “normal-guy things”, as she called them, then bundled me quickly back into the car and directed me to her apartment. It was in a cozy, neat little building in a quiet block of town, with well-kept shrubs and trees in front. I knew we would be living here before I even got inside. She guided me to her space on the third floor, overlooking a nice, little park across the way, and she made me close my eyes as she tugged me by the hands across the threshold.
It was perfect. Just large enough that two tall people wouldn’t be constantly elbowing each other, there was a very comfortable living room area and dining space, and a very good sized kitchen. I noticed she had a couple of oil paintings on the walls that were in the style of work at Joanna’s studio, and I realized that Aurora, as I had suspected, had been part of Joanna’s life well before I had been drawn in. The décor was definitely feminine, but not in an overly-frilly girlish way. Just like Aurora, all woman, but yet strong, confident and open. Soft, comfortable, sensual fabrics and colors accented with bits of well-polished wood trim and attachments.
The bedroom was heaven. A big, queen sized mattress resting in an ornate, canopy style frame draped in richly embroidered silks in a perfect marriage of western and oriental fashion. Just like my angel. As she dragged me down on top of her on the soft, welcoming satin cover, I mumbled with finality, “I’ll give my landlord notice first thing in the morning.” She smiled in agreement, and we slowly melted out of our clothes and made soft, sweet love right there on top of the covers.
Paddling around naked afterwards, we prepared a beautiful repast of salad, stir-fry vegetables and spicy rice, then dove into a quart of rich ice cream to top it all off. Aurora went through her wardrobe, and we picked out a few outfits for her to take, then we leisurely dressed again and packed up to head back to my parents’ house.
By the time we got back, it was late evening, and we shucked off our clothes once again for a late-night dip in the pool. Just as we finished, I heard the phone ring, and dashed inside, wondering who would be calling at such a late hour. Aurora reclined on a lounger, letting the moonlight glisten off her wet, glowing white skin, and she looked even more like an angel than ever.
As I returned with news of the phone call, she noticed the change in my mood immediately. “Is everything all right?”
I paused, not sure how I felt about things. “That was my friend, Sue. From college. I had her and some other folks over for a pool party last weekend, and she reminded me I had agreed to host another one again on Saturday.”
Aurora smiled, her eyes flashing cat-like in the darkness. “That sounds like fun. I’d love to meet your friends. What’s wrong, though? Are you ashamed of me?”
“No, no, of course not. If they don’t love you almost as much as I do, they can drop dead. No. It’s just that . . . well, Sue found out how much I love being tied up, and things . . . kind of got a bit wild. I think. I was all tied up and blindfolded for most of it.”
She was all sympathy and concern. “Are you worried you’re not up for another adventure so soon after . . . ?”
“I don’t know. I trust Sue. I guess I’m just a bit in shock at how fast things are moving. I told her about you, about us, and she was ecstatic. She insists that we leave the door open for her, and present ourselves naked, kneeling, bound hand and foot and blindfolded on Saturday morning, as our way of presenting ourselves to the guests in complete surrender to whatever will follow. Are you up for that?”
She pulled me down onto her, and hugged me, full of warmth, love and tender support. “I am if you are. It’s entirely up to you, my darling boy.”
“Well. Okay, then. I guess, if you want to. My parents will be back Sunday night, so it’ll be the last chance we have until they go away again.”
“Would you like to tie me to the bed and make love to me again?” she purred into my ear.
“Yes,” I replied. She took me up, led me inside, and that’s exactly what we did. Afterward, I fell asleep nestled against her spread eagled body, covered up in the satin spread, and we dozed happily until morning.
We spent all day Friday making arrangements about giving up my apartment and moving my things, and preparing food and the house for the arrival of the party the next day. The evening was spent in the pool naked, and we decided to forego any bondage, figuring we’d be both tied up most of the weekend once the guests arrived.
Saturday morning rolled around, and we both had a leisurely time in the shower and the bathroom, wanting to make sure we were fully prepared for whatever lay ahead. At nine thirty, we began gathering ourselves and our scarves in the front foyer, and at nine forty-five, I unlocked the front door and knelt down beside Aurora’s naked form, facing the big door, realizing anyone could just walk up and find us presented there.
We had decided that Aurora would first tie me, then tie herself, and I would do my best to help her tighten her wrist bonds from my already secured state. We kissed deeply one last time, and then she moved around behind me and carefully lashed my wrists together and laid my bound hands down into the small of my back. She moved to my ankles, and they quickly joined my wrists in soft, secure helplessness. Gliding the remaining scarf across my shoulders, she caressed my upper body with the silky smoothness, then finally brought it up to my face and drew it across my eyes. Knotting it securely behind my head, I was now properly bound and blindfolded as requested. I felt her loving fingers gently knead my shoulders for a moment, as much to reassure me as to minister to the lingering aches there, then I heard her rustling beside me as she attended to her own enslavement.
In a moment, I felt her body nuzzle up against my own, and realized she had successfully blindfolded herself and lashed her ankles together. She had looped her final scarf around her wrists in a slipknot, and was seeking my bound fingers to help her cinch the loop with the free end that dangled erotically across the glory of her nude buttocks. Enjoying the feel of her skin as always, I wasn’t in a hurry to get a firm hold on the silk scarf, but eventually managed to do it. I fed the end up and through, between her bound wrists, and we worked at it together to wrap and tuck three cinches before we felt confident that she was securely bound. She tested it a bit and told me that it was fine. We were both utterly naked and helpless. We shuffled around to get as straight on toward the door as we could figure out to be in our blindfolded states, and rose up straight on our knees to face whatever would be coming through the door with a trusting, dignified surrender.
Every so often, we would sigh and reassure each other, and do our best to analyze every tiny sound that drifted in from out on the street. I found my cock getting as hard as it did as I waited in the studio to be revealed to the class, and I tried to imagine what I looked like, kneeling there bound with my penis eagerly waving at imaginary passersby. This went on for a deliciously long time, until finally, we both clenched up involuntarily as the unmistakable sound of car doors closing went off like firecrackers in the driveway scant yards away from our helplessly nude bodies.
The door creaked open, and I held my breath and froze stock still. I felt Aurora do the same beside me, and we knelt in rigid silence as I became aware of figures surveying us, absorbing every inch of our naked helplessness, and then passing on and out into the backyard pool area. There was total silence again, and I managed to exhale finally, stunned that nothing more had occurred. Quietly, almost under my breath, I whispered to Aurora, “Are you okay?”
Suddenly, a voice, a strange female voice barked at me, at us, out of the darkness. “Silence!” It was such a shock, I almost jumped out of my naked skin. “You will not speak again. You will not make a sound unless expressly instructed to do so. Nod if you understand.” I meekly managed to nod my head, and figured Aurora had done so as well. “Good.” So, I concluded two things from this. One, that we were to wait here like this for an unknown amount of time, most likely until the remainder of the guests had arrived; and two, that there were additional names on the guest list besides my friends from the last party. I shivered slightly, and tried to straighten up in case even this unintended movement would be considered some transgression or other.
After a moment, there were more car doors, many of them, and it seemed that several cars must have arrived at the same time. I didn’t hear the front door open, however, and felt even more exposed as it occurred to me that the door had been left open this whole time and Aurora and I were left in plain sight of anyone passing by in a car or on foot. Before I could digest this conclusion, I felt a whole procession of bodies enter and pass by us as before, moving on to the main party area in the yard. This cycle of movement happened twice more, and finally, I definitely heard the door close, and someone latched it. Apparently, everyone had arrived, and the activities would begin any time now.
I was not wrong in this, as I suddenly felt strong hands grab me by both forearms, and I was carefully but firmly hauled up and left wavering unsteadily on my bound feet. Motion at my side left me to conclude the same thing had also just happened to Aurora. I felt a figure in front of me, and quickly there was something cold and hard encircling my neck. It was a metal collar, a heavy one. I heard a very serious click, and then the weight of the metal was taken on my neck and collar bone, and it was much heavier than I imagined a collar to be. A chain metal leash was clipped to the front, and I felt its cold length down across my chest as it was left to hang there. It ran the length of my torso, and seemed just long enough to tickle the top of my fully erect penis. As I heard the same thing happen to Aurora, I felt someone else remove the scarf binding my ankles together. I was afraid to adjust my feet without permission, so I stood there and tried to distract myself with an internal debate over whether this change meant I had more freedom or less.
This didn’t last long before the same commanding voice barked again. “Feet apart, both of you. Quickly!” I slid my feet wider apart, and immediately felt something similarly cold and hard encircling my naked waist. I heard another ominous click, and then hands were grasping my cock and balls, and inserting them inside more hard, cold metal. In a flash, I was locked firmly into some sort of device which encased my privates, and ran between my legs and up to the waist belt. An involuntary groan from Aurora told me she had been similarly outfitted. Then the voice continued.
“You have been placed into proper slave collars and chastity devices befitting your new status as the personal property of our Lady Susan. Nod if you understand me.” We nodded. “You will be henceforth and until personally released from your duties by Her Ladyship Herself as ‘slaveboy’ and ‘slavegirl’ respectively. Nod if you understand.” We nodded. “You will not make a sound unless expressly instructed to do so. Nod if you understand.” We nodded. “It is important you obey without question or hesitation every rule and instruction given by your new owner, the Lady Susan. The keys to your collars and belts have been place in envelopes, and the addresses of random residents in town have been put on them. Any failure or transgression on the part of either one of you, and your keys will be mailed immediately to the random names, and it will be up to you to wait until or if these random strangers follow the instructions with them for you to eventually obtain your freedom. Nod if you understand the dire seriousness of this consequence.” We nodded again, this time with me and possibly Aurora hesitating just enough to draw a slap on our naked asses for doing so. “You are prepared. You will now be escorted to your Ladyship’s Gracious Presence.” I felt a tug on my leash, and we were led back down the hallway, and out into the backyard. I felt the presence of many people milling around, as we were led, still blindfolded and with hands tied, out into the noonday sun to meet Sue, I mean, Lady Susan.
We were positioned what felt like facing the lounge chair area of the patio, and left to stand there in silence for a long moment. At last, Sue’s voice came drifting languidly out of the darkness. “Hmmm. Yes. Yes, indeed. Very good. Slaveboy, you are well prepared as I expected. Very good. And you have certainly selected an excellent companion to be my slavegirl, as well. I most heartily approve.” At this comment, I was stunned to hear a hearty round of applause from what now felt like a collection of people roughly the same size as my class in the art studio. Two dozen people, seeing us naked and bound, now in collars and chastity belts right here in my parents’ backyard. I marveled at how quickly my life had become something utterly unrecognizable to my former self.
Sue, Lady Susan, continued. “You will be given back the use of your eyes and your hands, my beautiful naked slaves. This will be done because you will have many duties to perform today which will require you having the use of them. Do not in any way confuse your unbound state with freedom, however. Am I understood on this point?”
We nodded quickly. “Good. Now, let them be released.” I felt my wrists being untied, and then the blindfold was removed, and I found myself gazing into the familiar eyes of Sue, and recognized the look she gave me from her day of dominance over me the previous weekend. I was a bit surprised to find that she was already as naked as we were; actually more naked, if you count our collars and chastity belts. She smiled almost patronizingly at me, then shifted to probe deeply into the eyes of my darling Aurora. The two women locked glances for a long, suspenseful moment, then Sue smiled broadly, and caressed Aurora’s cheek, clearly very attracted to her.
“Yes. Yes, indeed. I see it now. Very, very beautiful. You two were meant to be together. It is a rare privilege for me to own you both as I do this day. I will not dishonor the depth of your love for each other by disappointing you in my domination.” She sighed, suddenly almost wistful as she stared into the faces of such love as she saw we had together. “Very, very beautiful, indeed. Now, slaves, turn and face my court.”
Aurora and I turned around meekly, and were confronted with the sight of twenty-two naked bodies, all gathered in the main grassy area of the yard. Everyone from the previous week was there, and there were some faces I knew otherwise, and the rest, perhaps six or seven, were complete strangers to me. The mix seemed roughly split, males and females, and there wasn’t a one that wasn’t happily and eagerly naked and anticipating the party to begin. It wasn’t long in coming.
Sue began. “My court. I present to you my slaves.” More applause, and Aurora and I exchanged secret glances of enthusiasm and, I must admit, a little bit of pride at how well we were being received. “Now, to the business at hand. You, my royal court, to be put through a series of contests, of trials, to determine which of you may be considered champion of the tournament. For the first stages, you will be requiring a partner. You have thirty seconds. Form couples now, or I will pair you off at my own discretion.”
With a wave of her naked hand, the group instantly sprang into action, milling about, trying to pair off according to their attractions and inspirations. Within scant seconds, most of the couples had been formed, and there was the usual bit of final hesitating and resignation as the last pairs teamed up and stood together. Almost everyone had managed mixed couplings, but there were two teams of girls and one of guys. It felt that the guys were definitely gay, and happy about it, but one of the female couples were eying each other nervously, as if they had been stuck together by fate and were not entirely comfortable with their lot.
Sue continued. “For the first test, you will select one of you to be bound and blindfolded with the ropes and cotton cloths provided by my slaves. When you are ready, the free partner will stand with legs wide, and the bound one will begin performing oral sex on you. The object of the contest is to resist orgasm. If I judge that either one of you is holding back in any way, you will automatically be determined to have come. As you come or are disqualified, you will both have your heads bagged with the black hoods, and you will be forced to walk the plank into the swimming pool.” She indicated the diving board. “It will be up to you to assist each other to safety, bound such as you are. The final team will be judged to have won, and will be rewarded points toward the ultimate result.” She waited a moment for this all to be digested by the group, then turned to Aurora and me. “Slaves, distribute the bindings.” She pointed to ropes and cloth laid out on the patio table, and Aurora and I quickly grabbed up supplies and began to hand them out.
Each pair accepted the rope and blindfolds with varying degrees of enthusiasm. I noted that some couples managed to determine the roles quite smoothly, and others were engaged in much whispered debate before finally ending up with one partner kneeling in surrender. Aurora and I looked to Lady Susan, and were silently beckoned to her side to observe the binding process. As we approached, she took my hand with her left, and Aurora’s with her right, and positioned us happily on either side of her. At last, I had a moment to examine the contraption around my waist and groin, and found it to be a solid, stainless steel frame with just enough rubber padding to avoid slicing my skin, holding with absolute finality a gleaming stainless steel tube and cup ensuring that my penis and balls would be utterly uninvolved in anything pleasant for the duration. I swallowed hard as this fact became visually clear to me, and tried to distract my thoughts by watching the couples tie up their partners.
Within a couple of minutes, there were eleven kneeling slaves, bound with rope by the ankles and wrists behind their backs, and with the soft, cotton strips firmly entrapping them in a world of darkness I knew all too well. I marveled at the mass of naked, gleaming skin in the warm, late September sun, and began to wonder what other ideas Sue had managed to come up with. Perhaps even more stunning to me than my own life changes was the revelation that my college friend had turned out to be such a creative and free-spirited powerhouse of erotic dominance. I smiled as I found she reminded me of a younger, slightly less polished version of Joanna.
But, everything always came back to Aurora. Even without exchanging further glances or the chance at a furtive touch, we were connected. Somehow, watching the individual members of the party and seeing the range of responses to the sensual challenges before them, I was able to recall my experiences with Tracy and her boyfriend at the lingerie shop and see them as just another link in a chain of learning, of growing, of people reaching out to each other in clumsy, desperate confusion, revealing their deepest passions, their most secret, private needs and desires as they clung to any tiny hope of pleasure and satisfaction. Of validation and connection.
For me, I knew that satisfaction, that joy, that ecstatic fulfillment of my every human need for loving connection was through Aurora, my angel. My gift from the universe. My everything, my all. I found myself brushing back a small tear, and I wished suddenly with all my heart that everyone of us here could feel that joy, that perfect knowledge of loving and being loved. Of surrender to a shared joy that was true beyond all things.
Lady Susan beamed out across the gathering of naked, human need, and she commanded in a clear, strong voice that was as much of love as of authority, “And . . . begin.”
I smiled from someplace deep in my heart, and the tournament had, indeed, begun.
story continues in The Art of Silk Surrender 11
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