Journey
of Discovery
By
Victoria Mystere
Edited
by Studbound
Chapter Four
It was beginning to dawn on her that her husband had given her the most precious gift he could -- himself. Not only that, full control over his body. Still, she wanted to begin to receive her own gratification. She thought about some of the images she had been watching over the computer and most seemed too severe. She continued to study, and she tied him to the bed again the next weekend. The spread-eagle position was satisfactory, but she now wanted to try other things.
Howard felt her take the scarves from the bedposts and disappointment begin to settle over him. While she may have been becoming bored -- he was not. In all of his life he had never felt more alive. He was thinking of protesting when she said, "Sit up, please. He did as he was told and felt his left wrist being pulled behind him. The long scarf was pulled tightly in front. As the scarf tightened he felt his wrist being positioned just above his right hip. The right other wrist soon rested in a similar position on his other hip and he felt her tie the scarves together in front of his stomach. He tried to move his arms and was unable. They were locked and secure in their bondage.
She stood over him with her thin ankles resting against his hips for what seemed to him, a long time. Then she slowly began to sit. He felt her guide his organ as she continued her incredibly slow movement. He yearned for her touch -- but it was not there. He longed to feel himself enveloped in the moist warmth -- but it was not there. Without warning he felt her. The touch was as tender as she could possibly make it. His hips bucked and he bobbed up and down on the bed. Still the slow descent continued. When he finally felt her weight settle on his thighs he nearly swooned.
The stillness was overpowering. He tried to sit back but she stopped him with her hand on the back of his neck. Her other hand soon joined the first and began to pull him forward. He soon realized her breast was being offered again and he sucked hungrily. "Slow down. Remember, I like it gentle." Backing off a bit he became conscious of the slow movement of her hips -- as if they were the faintest breath of air on a still morning. He responded by trying to force himself more deeply into her -- but he was unable to move.
The slow dance began to increase in tempo and he felt himself becoming more excited. Still, she was hardly moving and this lack of movement both frustrated and aroused him. The strange dichotomy that vexes all who are seduced by the dark side of sexuality. How can something that is so frustrating, and even painful, feel good?
As she sat impaled on her bound husband, the arousal was beginning to become, not just a mild interest but, a need. A need to have him more completely inside of her caressing the secret passages that led to an even higher state of arousal. She removed her breast from his willing lips and pushed his shoulders down to the bed. The motion of life increased. He tried to respond but was nearly helpless to do so. Faster and faster her hips moved and he bounced up and down on the bed to try and help.
She bent forward and took his nipple in her teeth and tugged gently. If he had been aroused before, suddenly he was beyond that point and into a place where he had never been before. Groans of pleasure escaped his drawn lips and spurred her to faster and faster motions. She retained his nipple in her teeth and slowly moved her head from side to side. With a rush of motion -- he was done. She felt him go limp and smiled once more. It really did feel good to be in so much control. She had managed to keep him on the verge of orgasm for nearly an hour. He lay back on the bed and sighed.
Carefully untying the knot over his navel, she released his hands. His first action -- which actually surprised her -- was to remove the blindfold. She had assumed he would do something to remove the bonds still in place over his ankles. He pushed the scarf over his head and then removed the belt from his ankles. With a tremendous sigh he stretched his legs out until they nearly hung over the edge of the bed. He rested for a moment while she had left the room and headed for the shower.
Removing the scarves was much more difficult than he would have believed possible. He must have stretched the thin fabric and tightened the knots. With a smile on his face he continued to work on the knots as the minutes slipped away.
Lillian returned from her shower and asked, "Well, was it good for you?"
"Great!" He said with a big smile. "Wonderful. I love you so much, and now more than ever."
Lillian checked her watch which had miraculously returned to her wrist -- she had no memory of retrieving it, it simply was there -- and saw that her mom and dad would be dropping the kids off in a few minutes. That was one of the many things she felt badly about. How could she ask her parents to watch the children so they could have bondage sex? She could never come up the nerve to even hint they were doing anything like that and so had settled telling them they were going for dinner and a movie.
Knowing they would be coming in a few minutes, she began to get her fallacious facts straight so that she could lie convincingly. She removed her robe and began to get dressed in her nightgown. Howard moved quietly behind her and placed his hands on her breasts. She removed them with a start. The feeling of being invaded was strong and she was surprised at the strength of her response. "Howard, don't! Haven't you had enough for the day?"
"Not nearly. Give me another hour and I could do it again." She turned and looked at him. The feelings welling inside were much different than any she had ever felt. Being in control -- dominant -- was a strong elixir. "Well, you will just have to wait until I am ready again, understood?"
He didn't answer right away but looked deeply into her eyes searching for some sign that would show she was kidding. It wasn't there. Instead of the usual smiling eyes he was met with a cold stare. In that moment he knew that something had changed within her forever. He sighed and with a slow nod of his head he said, "Yes, Ma'am."
He entered the shower and let the water caress his sore limbs. The bondage position with his legs crossed and her full weight on his hips had started to become painful. He knew he should not tell her that -- and he kept quiet. During bondage, the pain was pleasurable. She wouldn't understand that, but he knew only to well it was true. Still, as the water ran over his body he felt the muscles begin to loosen. He started humming a little song. It suddenly occurred to him that he was happy, perhaps happier than he had ever been.
story continues in Journey of Discovery 5 by Victoria Mystere - Edited
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