Part 12: Mending Fences
Alice arrived at work that morning to find her favorite chocolate bar sitting on her desk. On the underside the words, “I’m sorry, G” were scrawled in black sharpie. A rueful smile crossed her lips as she tucked the candy bar in her desk drawer. ‘At least she knows it wasn’t right,’ Alice thought.
Around ten o’clock a text arrived from Dan. “Thank you for a stimulating morning. Still on for dinner?” The text gave Alice a warm feeling. She replied that she was indeed looking forward to it.
Alice’s improved mood was tested when Gina came and sat with her at lunch. “Mad at me?” Gina asked timidly.
“A bit,” was Alice’s short reply.
“I am so sorry,” Gina said pleadingly. “I’d never had anyone be, you know- like that. I guess I just got carried away. I guess you know I really like you,” she finished hopefully.
“You’re forgiven,” Alice said as she took Gina’s hand in hers. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for a girlfriend. I’m still into guys.”
Gina smiled, a trifle sadly. “It’s okay, I understand. But I gotta ask you-what’s it like?”
“What, being with a guy?”
A burst of laughter escaped Gina. “No! I know what being with a guy is like- I’m bi.” In a voice loud enough to turn heads in the break room she continued, “I’ll take a cock or a tongue, they both work for me.”
Alice shushed her as a couple at the coffee machine looked their way. Gina said in a lower tone, “No, I mean the bondage thing. How did it feel?”
“It’s really hard to explain,” Alice said quietly. “It’s scary and exciting and sexy all at the same time. Trusting your partner to give you everything you want even if you don’t know what it is that you want.”
“And your boyfriend does that for you?” Gina asked, a trifle acidly.
Alice smiled ruefully, “It’s a work in progress. But it’s better than when I was playing solo.”
“And how did you tie yourself up when you were doing it by yourself?” Gina asked with curious intensity.
So, Alice explained the ins and outs of self-bondage, the self-cinching knots, the emergency shears for release, the handcuffs and ice releases. Gina listened in rapt attention, fascinated by the alien subject matter.
After that they turned the conversation to more mundane things. Two friends who’d had a little spat but decided to put it behind them. Alice was pleased. She didn’t want to lose Gina as a friend, even if their relationship wasn’t everything Gina desired.
“One down, one to go,” Alice said to herself as she left work. She would make it home in plenty of time for dinner with Dan. A shower and change of clothes were all the preparation she would need. Preparing for the discussion she had promised Dan was going to be the hard part.
Dan would want to know what Alice wanted-and didn’t want. But Alice wasn’t completely sure herself. In her mind there was a line between being submissive and being an object. The problem was she didn’t know exactly where that line was.
At 6:30 there was a knock on the door. Dan pulled the chicken out of the oven, setting the sizzling pan on the stove before running to the door. “Coming,” he called. Opening the door, he was surprised to see a completely different Alice standing there.
With her penchant for cosplay Dan had half expected a Jessica Rabbit or sexy secretary. Instead, Alice stood there in a simple tee shirt and jeans. On her feet were flat strappy sandals. Even her makeup was discrete.
Suffering through a mental reset Dan held the door open. “H-hi Alice, come on in,” he stammered. As she walked past, he couldn’t help but notice that Alice filled out the tee shirt and jeans nicely. He caught himself with his hand half raised to caress her backside as she passed.
Alice walked in, catching the aroma of a home cooked meal. She tried to gauge Dan’s reaction to her outfit, wondering if she should have gone with the satin blouse and mini skirt she had laid out on the bed. But this was supposed to be a discussion night. Showing up dressed to play would derail any hope of serious discussion. ‘Can’t discuss much when you’re hog-tied and gagged,’ Alice reminded herself.
Conversation lagged a bit at first and both of them focused on their meal. Alice brought up the discussion she’d had with Gina. Her friend had apologized for taking advantage of Alice and things seemed to be good between them now. But Alice admitted she still harbored some resentment.
Dan asked how it was different, other than the obvious physiological differences from the times Dan had tied Alice up. Alice said that the biggest difference was that she’d never had to please a woman before. She had been unsure just what to do. But Gina was more than happy to “show her the ropes.”
Dan had a laugh at the bad joke. But the story broke the ice between the two of them and allowed them to discuss their needs and wants in earnest.
Being of a technical mindset Dan had downloaded a “bondage preferences” questionnaire from the internet. When he placed it before her it was Alice’s turn to laugh. But as they went down the list Alice was able to spot the “hard no” answers.
Some of the questions were things Alice had never considered. Some of them were in response to the things that her former lover had done to her. When she ruled out “golden showers” and “scat play” Dan muttered, “Thank god!”
“Flogging,” Alice said as she struck a line through it. “Not for me.”
“What about spanking?” Dan asked archly. When Alice looked at him curiously, he backpedaled. “I mean-suppose you’re being a real brat. Wouldn’t a swat or two on the bottom be justified?”
Alice gave him a skeptical look. “I thought I was supposed to be the kinky one in this relationship. Got some skeletons in your vanilla closet, do you?”
Dan blushed crimson. “Well, no. It’s just that you have such a beautiful ass. I might have wondered what it was like to spank it at some point,” he said innocently.
“We’ll leave that on the ‘maybe’ list,” Alice told him with a shy smile.
They went through the list. In the end one question was left unanswered. Alice was hesitant to bring it up but the meal was over and the wine was almost gone. She felt it was a “now or never’ moment.
“I-I don’t want to do this all the time,” Alice stated awkwardly.
“You mean like every time we get together?”
“No, I mean like twenty-four seven.” Having started down the path Alice rushed forward. “I love how you tie me up and stuff,” she blurted out. “But I can’t be a full-time slave girl. It just isn’t me. And I don’t want to be some ornamental piece of art, like I felt the other night. I need to know that I’m still me when we play.” She paused before finishing weakly, “Does that make sense?”
Dan’s mouth hung open. “God, I’m so stupid,” he said quietly. He had been thinking all this time that Alice needed a dominant to keep her from doing risky bondage things, that he had to control her life. Feeling like he had just walked into a closed door, Dan tried to reorganize his thoughts.
“So, you’d be happy just going out for drinks or a movie without the bondage stuff?” he asked in confusion. “I thought you lived for it?”
Alice gave him a sad smile. “I tried it once, and started losing who I was. It was hard to get myself back and I don’t want to face that again. And yes, I’d love to go to a movie with you.”
Dan felt as if the Earth’s axis had shifted ten degrees. He half expected plates to start sliding off the table. Alice could be a real girlfriend, not just the crazy neighbor next door. On impulse he leaned over the table to kiss her.
Alice turned her face up to meet Dan’s, closing her eyes. There followed the tinkle of glass and a splash of cold in her lap as Dan knocked over her wine glass. She opened her eyes with a gasp, as the wine saturated her jeans. Dan, realizing he’d missed the target, opened his eyes. He was horrified at how badly he’d bungled the moment.
The laughter from Alice didn’t help much. He rushed around the table, napkin in hand to clean up the mess. Impulsively he blotted the crotch of her jeans. Alice said with a smirk, “Well, that’s one way to get into a girl’s pants.”
Chagrined, Dan dropped the napkin. “I really suck at this romance stuff.”
Alice stood up, draping her arms around Dan’s neck. “You’re doing just fine,” she said as she kissed him.
Breaking their embrace, she said, ‘Now how about I give you a hand with these dishes?”
“Oh no, don’t bother,” Dan replied. “I can do the cleanup.”
Alice leaned in close. “Are you sure you couldn’t use some very personalized maid service, Sir?”
Dan’s eyes widened in surprise. “Well, I-uh, yeah, I guess. That would be great.”
With a mischievous grin Alice slipped out of his arms. “I’ll just pop next door and see who the agency can send.” Then she was down the hall and out the door, leaving Dan befuddled.
Alice sprinted back to her apartment. She was half naked before she got to the bedroom. “Damn jeans,” Alice snarled as the denim tangled around her ankles. As she rummaged through her closet Alice talked to herself, “A little Catwoman, and definitely those shoes, oh and this will be perfect!”
Dan was unsure of what to do with himself while he waited on Alice. Should he continue to clean up? How much of Alice’s ‘maid service’ actually included cleaning? Or was this just another opportunity to indulge her kink? “So much for a night of serious discussion,” he said to himself. “Better go get the toys.”
Just as Dan deposited the toy bag by the sofa there was a knock on the door. Dan quickly ran to open it, wondering what transformation Alice had achieved. Even anticipating the change, he gawked to see his neighbor standing there.
Alice had done a quick makeup job, giving herself smoky eyes and blood red lips. Her hair was pulled back into a short pony tail held by a white ribbon. She wore a trench coat belted at the waist that hid most of her body. But below the knee were high spike heels and fishnet stockings.
“I’m Adelais, the agency sent me,” Alice said in a mock British accent as she walked past the startled Dan. She turned back to him, striking a pose with one leg kicked out to the side. “You must be Daniel.”
Before Dan could process what Alice had said, she opened her coat, sliding it off her shoulders. His eyes went wide. She wore a ruffled white apron that tied behind her neck and at the small of her back. The sheer fabric barely covered her breasts, leaving them to peek out the sides. At the bottom it barely covered her sex. With the slight movement Dan caught a glimpse of her dark thatch.
The only other clothing Alice wore were her fishnets, high heels, elbow length latex gloves and the chain he had locked around her waist. Dan took the proffered coat. “Uh, yeah. Did you say Adelais?”
Alice ignored him, turning slowly around to survey the apartment as if she were seeing it for the first time. She stood there, hands on hips with her backside prominently displayed. “Well, you’re quite the housekeeper,” she said sarcastically. “I hope you don’t expect me to clean all of this without your help, Daniel.”
“Oh, no-no,” Dan stuttered as he reached to hand Alice’s coat in the closet. “I’ll be glad to pitch in,” he said, but Alice was already heading towards the kitchen. He was stung by her sharp criticism. But he noticed that these comments were always addressed to “Daniel” or “Sir”. Was this some sort of roleplay on her part? Was “Adelais” her code for slipping into a role?
Dan quickly discovered that as pleasant as “Adelais” was to look at, she was a terrible maid. As they worked to clear the table she managed to bump into him with dirty plates, only giving a smug, “So sorry, Sir.” Then she was dropping and scattering silverware across the kitchen floor. The only benefit to that bit of clumsiness was the pleasure Dan got from watching her bend over to pick up the cutlery.
The final straw came when they were washing up the dishes. “Adelais” had opted to wash, assigning Dan the task of drying. He was enjoying the sight of her wet, soapy gloves when a jet of water hit him full in the face.
Alice stood there, the spray nozzle in her hand and a smirk on her face. “Oh, so sorry Sir,” she said in a mocking British accent. “You really should try to stay out of the way.”
Dan stared at her as the water dripped off his nose. His shirt was drenched and clung to his chest. “That does it,” he growled as he stalked out of the kitchen.
Alice watched him go with concern. She had hoped to goad Dan into some action but wondered if she had gone too far. Her fears abated a moment later when Dan reappeared with a coil of rope in his fist. She took a step back in mock alarm. “Why Sir, whatever are you doing?”
“Teaching a lesson to the worst maid in the world,” Dan said menacingly. He advanced on Alice who backpedaled until she was against the wall. Dan leaned in, pinning her to the wall with his body while seizing her hands.
As Dan bound her wrists before her Alice made a show of struggling. “Sir! This is most irregular. Unhand me at once!” she protested, sounding like a cross between Siri and Mary Poppins. But Dan ignored her cries and when he was finished her hands were securely bound.
Catching Alice by the elbow Dan pulled her roughly across the kitchen. “Let’s go, Adelais,” he growled, “Time for some remedial training.”
Alice was marched over to the narrow end of the dining table. Dan turned her until her belly was pressed up against the edge. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.
“I shall do no such thing,” she retorted. “This is most unseem-OUCH!” Her protest was cut short by the sting of a slap on her backside. “You struck me!” she cried in shock.
“And you’ll get more unless you do as your told,” Dan growled. “Now spread your legs.”
Chastised by the slap “Adelais” widened her stance. She suppressed a smile as Dan forced her feet wider. One after the other they were lashed to the legs of the table. Alice tugged on her bonds, testing their limits.
“Sir, if you do not cease this reprehensible behavior at once I shall report you to the agency.”
“Yeah, you do that,” Dan replied. He caught the bow at the back of her apron and gave it a tug. The flimsy garment fell away, hanging loosely from Alice’s neck. Dan lifted it up over her head and began twisting it in his hands.
Alice watched as her little apron was twisted into a rope-like coil. “Sir, please be careful, that’s my best apron,” she said apprehensively. Before Alice could say more Dan had pulled the twisted cloth to her mouth, dragging it backwards to lodge between her teeth.
Ignoring her struggles, Dan knotted the rolled apron at the back of Alice’s head. “That should shut you up for a bit,” he said smugly. “Perhaps you’d like the phone to call the agency now?”
When Alice reached her bound hands up to her face Dan quickly caught them. “Don’t think I’m finished with you Adelais,” he said as he pulled her hands down. With another length of rope Dan wrapped her right wrist just below the previous bindings. He paid out the line as he walked to the far end of the table. Catching Alice’s eye he said, “I think this should keep things in the green.” He waited a moment to see her slight nod before proceeding.
Alice felt the line on her wrist tighten as she nodded. The cleave gag had been a surprise, but Dan was doing a wonderful job of improvising the scene. Things were definitely in the “green”. She folded at the waist as Dan took up tension on the rope.
When Alice’s breasts touched the table Dan tied off the line. He reached for the rope that bound her wrists and untied it. Alice immediately began to flail about with her left hand, making delightfully distressed sounds through her gag. Dan quickly caught her wrist and used the rope to secure it once more. “That should do nicely,” he said to himself as he tied the free end to the table leg.
While Dan checked his knots Alice assessed her predicament. With her wrists tied to the opposite corners of the table she was forced to remain bent over its hard surface. Her breasts were pressed down onto the cool wood and she could already feel her nipples hardening. By straightening her elbows and pressing downward Alice found she could ease the pressure on her breasts, but it was tiring, a temporary solution at best.
Dan had tied Alice’s ankles so closely to the table legs that she had very little room to shift her hips. She was spread wide open for whatever he chose. The very thought made her wet. Alice let out a plaintive moan, hoping to spur Dan to action.
Walking around the captive Alice, Dan felt his cock bulging against his pants. His libido told him to take her right then and there. But if he knew Alice she would want some time to struggle against her bondage. He could wait, but he wanted the waiting to be fun for both of them.
Alice shuddered at the touch of Dan’s hands on her naked backside. She shifted beneath his touch, pushing her ass against his hands. As his fingers slipped between her legs to feel the wetness she moaned anew.
“Well Adelais,” Dan said as he stroked her. “I think you’re going to make a better sex toy than a maid. Should I fuck you right now?” The question was said playfully, but Dan really wanted to know if Alice wanted to rush the scene. When she let out a wail of protest and shook her head he smiled. It could actually be the frightened “Adelais” protesting his advances. But it was a clear signal that Alice wanted to prolong her struggles.
“Perhaps I can find something to put you in the mood,” Dan said as he stepped away.
Alice looked over her shoulder, trying to see what Dan was up to. All she could tell was that he had returned to her bag of bondage toys. Then he was back, squatting behind her. A gasp of surprise escaped her as she felt something pressed against her labia.
“Normally I’d lube this up first,” Dan said of the egg vibrator in his hand. “But you seem to be such a horny little slut that I don’t need to.” He pressed the egg past Alice’s slippery lips, slipping it inside her. The little shudder that ran through her body was exquisite.
“Now I could turn this up to ten and make you cum right away, Adelais,” Dan said as he set the controller on the table. “But I think I’ll just find a setting that puts you in the right frame of mind for when I’m ready to use you. How about we start with number two?”
“Oo?” Alice mumbled through her gag in disbelief. Two was almost nothing! It would be a low throb that would tease without any hope of climax. And trapped by the ropes as she was it would be like having a mosquito bite that you couldn’t reach to scratch. “Or eese,” she mumbled. She needed more than level two for any kind of satisfaction.
Ignoring her protests Dan started the toy. “Now you could probably push that out if you wanted,” he said conversationally. He delivered an open-handed swat to Alice's backside that made her yelp. “But if you do, there are ten more of those coming your way. Now I’ll leave you to it while I finish in the kitchen.”
Alice lowered her head onto her arms with a sigh. For all of Dan’s nice guy persona he definitely had a dark side when they played. Her butt cheek burned from the slap he’d given it. And the vibrator was doing exactly what he wanted, teasing and frustrating her. She wondered how long she could last before she begged him to enter her.
Dan washed the dishes while keeping an eye on his captive neighbor. He could tell from the way she was shifting her hips that the vibrator was doing its job. The hand print on her ass had faded to a vague pink spot. Watching her jump as he swatted her had been strangely satisfying. He almost hoped that she would push out the egg.
Walking to the edge of the kitchen he watched as Alice’s head sunk down onto her arms. She looked entirely too comfortable. He tried to think of some way to force her to keep her head up. One of those harness gags he’d seen on line would do the trick. He might have to go by “Red Zone” and see if they carried them. But that didn’t solve the immediate need.
With a sigh he turned back to scrubbing the dirty pan. A sudden inspiration nearly caused him to drop it. With a smile as evil as the Grinch, he went to work.
From beneath the stove Dan pulled out the broiler pan. Putting the top aside, he was left with a wide, shallow pan. After setting it on the counter he removed the ice bucket from the freezer. With a clatter he dumped ice into the pan. He finished by filling the pan with water, creating an icy slurry.
Alice had been quietly grinding herself against the table when she heard the clatter in the kitchen. Startled by the sound she froze in place. Had something happened to Dan? If so, she was in no position to help him. His rope work was just too good.
A sigh of relief escaped her when she saw Dan emerge from the kitchen. Looking over her shoulder Alice could see more rope in his hand. She wondered how much more he could do since she was already fully exposed. But for a supposed ‘vanilla’ Dan had proved to be deviously resourceful.
Knowing that she was playing with fire Alice decided to throw a little defiance in Dan’s path. As he approached her, she clenched her pelvic muscles. With a wet plop she expelled the vibrator. It dangled between her legs for a moment, suspended by its control wire. Then it and the remote dropped to the floor.
Dan’s jaw dropped as he watched Alice’s performance. Her ass stuck defiantly up in the air as if to say, ‘So, what are you going to do about it?’ She was obviously goading him. ‘Okay,’ he thought to himself, ‘time to play the bad guy. I just hope this is what she wants.’
“Well, Miss Adelais, it seems you’re no better a sex toy than you are a maid.” He leaned in against Alice’s backside, pressing his erection against her. “I can see that sterner measures are called for,” he said as he draped a length of rope across her back.
Alice shivered with excitement and dread. She felt the gentle burn of the rope as Dan drew it around her waist. He wrapped it twice around before tying a knot in the small of her back. The trailing ends were led to the sides of the table, where Dan tied them off. With that, Alice could not even shift her hips from side to side.
Satisfied with his rope work Dan stooped to pick up the vibrator. “Let’s put this back where it belongs, shall we?” He made a show of fumbling the insertion, rubbing the little device over Alice’s sex and eliciting little moans of frustrated pleasure from her.
When he had seated the egg Dan grabbed another length of rope. “Now we’ll make sure that we don’t have any more mishaps,” he said. Taking the rope Dan doubled it, tying it off to the line that encircled Alice’s waist. Reaching down between her legs he pulled it up, catching the front of the waist rope before bringing it back.
Dan drew on the line, increasing the tension until Alice mumbled, “ello”. He backed off slightly before tying it off. As it was, the rope was buried between her labia. “That should keep things in place,” Dan said smugly. “There is however the question of consequences.”
Alice felt her body tense at the word. Suddenly her little act of defiance seemed very ill advised. The vibrator was back inside her, doing its best to frustrate her. The crotch rope was pressing hard against her clit. And Dan was rubbing his hand gently over her backside in a way that sent shivers of fear through her.
Dan knew he was on a knife edge. Alice’s past apparently had some heavy physical discipline. Her fear of being whipped told him that. But he also felt that some physicality was needed to show Alice that she couldn’t be completely in charge of their sessions, that if she goaded him, she would pay a price. His job was to make sure that the price wasn’t too high.
“I think we agreed on ten strokes, didn’t we,” came Dan’s soft comment. Alice said nothing. She hadn’t agreed to anything, she thought. Or had she? Was pushing out the egg in front of him as good as saying ‘spank me’?
“If you wouldn’t mind counting them out for me? I’d hate to get the number wrong.”
Alice noticed that Dan got absurdly polite when he was about to do something evil to her. It was as if he became a different- dangerous person. She had only a moment to realize his hand was no longer caressing her skin. Then came the “Thwack” as his open palm landed. Alice yelped, jerking in her restraints.
Dan eyed Alice speculatively. No immediate freak out, so that was good. But he wanted to make sure. “Hmm,” he said, “Your ass is pink, but I don’t think it’s red yet.”
Alice felt the heat on her skin. It frightened her, but it was not the stinging burn of the lash. She caught Dan’s comment. It took a moment to register that he was checking in. She had the option of stopping the evening. That thought alone calmed her. She shook her head, no.
“But I don’t think I heard a count either. Did I miss something?”
“Un, un!” Alice cried through her gag. She had been so lost in the sensation that she’d forgotten his demand that she count the strokes. Before she knew it a second blow had landed, causing her to flinch. At least that time she didn’t cry out. “Oo,” she mumbled.
“That’s better,” Dan mused. “But even tied down you’re jumping around a lot.” He slipped the fingers of one hand down between Alice’s legs. She was wet and slick. He parted the crotch rope, slipping two fingers inside her.
Alice moaned at the intrusion. She could feel Dan’s fingers lightly brushing up against the egg. She clenched her muscles around the intruders, not to force them out but in the hope of getting the satisfaction she craved.
The next blow landed and Alice flinched again. But this time the motion of her hips played itself against the fingers inside her. There was the burning on her backside, but it was coupled with the delightful touch inside. Alice let out a shuddering moan before remembering to count off the next number.
With each strike Dan assessed her. Keeping his hand between Alice’s legs while spanking her with the other was a bit of a balancing act. Her skin was a glowing pink and her breaths were now ragged gasps. He felt that he’d found the balance with pain and pleasure, but the only one who knew for sure was currently gagged and not in the mood for thoughtful analysis.
As the seventh stroke landed Alice climaxed, howling into her gag and bucking against the restraints. Dan had thought to withdraw his fingers and ruin it for her, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. He found it fascinating to watch Alice cum. It was all the little things that you didn’t see when you were focused on your own pleasure, on the technical aspects of love making that distracted from the glorious.
Only when Alice had slumped against the table did he remove his hand. It was wet with her secretions and he was momentarily at a loss what to do. Then with a wicked smile he wiped it on her pink skin.
Alice felt the wetness on her skin. It was an almost dismissive gesture. She turned her head, trying to see what Dan was doing. Would he continue to spank her? Already her skin burned like fire. And the post orgasm glow was fading. The little egg and crotch rope were still doing their thing, but that was now just annoying her.
When she caught sight of him again, he was coming around the table with a shallow pan. He carried it carefully, as if he didn’t want to spill it. Whatever it was rattled and rolled against the metal.
Dan set the pan on the table in between Alice’s outstretched arms. Alice looked uncomprehendingly at the icy slurry that rested in the pan. Reaching a hand in Dan retrieved an ice cube. He stepped to the side, reaching back to Alice’s pink ass.
The cold drips shocked her senses as tiny drops of water splattered her back. Then the ice was on her backside. Alice drew a sharp breath as it touched her burning skin. But then it was cooling the burn. A little sigh escaped her.
Dan tossed the remains of the melted cube back in the pan. He squatted beside Alice, bringing her to eye level. “Well Adelais, looks like you might be a passable sex toy after all.” He paused, looking her bound form up and down. “But I’ve still got cleanup to do and can’t spend all my time entertaining you. So, I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave you to entertain yourself.”
Alice didn’t like the sound of that. Dan was still in his hyper-polite mode, so that meant more trouble coming her way. She felt his hand bunch up in the hair at the back of her head. “Up on your hands,” he told her as he pulled her head up.
Coming off her elbows eased the pressure on her head. It was actually a relief to get her weight off her breasts. When her elbows were straight and her palms flat on the table Dan caught the broiler pan with his free hand. Alice watched with growing concern as the tray was moved directly beneath her.
Dan let go of her hair. “There, that should give you something to think about while I finish up in the kitchen.” He reached in and cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze. “Try not to get frostbite while I’m gone,” he said before walking away.
Alice looked down at the cubes of ice floating in their bath. Condensation beaded up along the metal edges as the air in the room cooled against it. Even leaning over it she could feel the cold air. If she didn’t stay up off her elbows it was going to be like doing a New Year’s polar plunge.
Dan returned to the kitchen. He tackled the remaining dishes but his mind wasn’t on the task. Tomorrow he’d find spots he’d missed in the washing up. He was too interested in watching the little drama playing out over his dinette.
For about the hundredth time he questioned what he was doing. Alice’s arms were already starting to tremble with the strain of holding herself off the table. Her naked backside still glowed from his spanking. Dan found it hard to reconcile his actions. He wasn’t a cruel person. And yet something growled hungrily from the depths of his soul, like a hungry wolf circling just beyond the light of a campfire.
Alice thought that Dan had miscalculated in his latest challenge. She’d done enough planking that staying up on her arms would be easy. What she hadn’t taken into account was the angle of her arms. With her hands tied to the far corners of the table she couldn’t bring them underneath her. A plank works because your arms are directly beneath you, allowing you to work your core. This position put all the work on her upper arms.
In addition to the ever-increasing strain her pussy was reawakening to the twin stimulation of vibrator and crotch rope. As her body warmed to the exertion her need grew. She tried to bend her knees, shift her weight down against the rope that split her labia. But that increased the stress on arms that were already trembling with exertion.
As her arms burned with exertion Alice knew she would fail. She imagined herself slowly lowering into the icy slush, the cold puckering her nipples.
But when the end came it was more of a collapse. Her arms were holding, shaking as they struggled to support her. And suddenly they weren’t. Her body dropped down, hitting the frigid water with a splash. A muffled shriek leaked from behind her gag.
Alice pushed herself back up, the shock of cold giving her new strength. But she was a battery that hadn’t been recharged. The energy remaining was less than before. In minutes her arms were shaking uncontrollably.
Again, the collapse and the struggle to rise. Her nipples were puckered little buds from the cold. Dan, hearing the yelp of distress sauntered back to the dining area. He saw the water splashed across the table, the effect of icy water on her breasts. He casually took a seat at the far end of the table. Nodding to her nipple he said, “They look like they’re about to pop. More blue than red though, am I right?”
Alice slipped again, giving her tits another dunking. She was tired, she was cold and she was dripping wet both above and below the waist. ‘Blue instead of red,’ Dan was giving her an out if she wanted it. She wanted him, she wanted release-just not the release he was offering her. “Uck oo,” she mumbled past the gag.
“I think I can accommodate that request, Adelais,” Dan said as he stood. Alice looked up as he stripped off his shirt. Dan was not a hulking man, but lean and well-muscled. It made her self-conscious of her own body. But then he was out of his trousers and his bulging cock quelled her negative thoughts. She watched hungrily as he wrapped himself in a condom.
She had hoped Dan would pull away the tray of ice water. Instead, he strolled slowly past, taking time to cup her breast, his thumb toying with her hard little bud. The touch was like an electric shock. Alice’s opposite arm gave out, plunging her back into the water. Dan caught her by the hair and pulled her up.
“Here, let me help you,” Dan crooned. Alice winced at the pressure on the back of her head. But it was just enough to keep her from dropping back onto the table, and the feel of his other hand untying the crotch rope promised more heat to battle the cold.
Alice nearly climaxed as the wet cordage was pulled from inside her. She moaned as Dan’s fingers plucked the still throbbing egg from her, as if it were the prize at the bottom of the cereal box. ‘But I’m the prize,’ she thought to herself as the head of his cock brushed her.
With the toys gone Dan had unfettered access to Alice’s sex. Holding her hair with one hand he guided himself in with the other. She was dripping wet, her body throwing off waves of heat like an overtaxed motor. He could have slammed right into her. But he used his cock to tease her a bit more, sliding gently along her slit.
Alice moaned. She wanted Dan to get inside her, to slay the needy beast between her legs. But he was toying with her. She growled in frustration, trying to push her hips back onto him. The rope around her waist bit into her flesh as she strained against it.
Alice let out a whimper and Dan relented, slipping inside of her. The whimper became a satisfied moan as he filled her. He moved slowly, holding himself back, prolonging the delicious agony of her need.
Clenching her muscles, Alice tried to wrap herself around Dan’s member. She felt the fingers of his free hand grip the rope about her waist. He used it like a bull rider, pulling himself forward as he increased the pace.
As the couple rocked against the table Dan used the grip on Alice’s hair to force her face towards the table. Alice braced her hands, trying to hold herself above the icy water. But she was already tired and his leverage was too great.
Inch by inch he pressed her down until her breasts were immersed. Alice let out a muffled shriek. This was no quick dunking. He held her there as her nipples burned with the cold. And still he pumped into her, the table squeaking on the floor as it moved beneath them.
Alice climaxed with a scream that overpowered her gag. Dan held on a moment longer before he exploded inside her. They wound down like an old clock. Dan eased himself out, being careful to bring the condom with him. Alice was still in the icy water, but lacked the strength to rise above it.
Dan realized that Alice was struggling. He quickly moved to her side to slide the pan of ice water aside. Alice raised her chest long enough for Dan to move it away. Then she sank back down onto the table, wincing as her rock-hard nipples pressed the wood.
Ropes were quickly untied, cast aside for cleanup in the morning. The tired lovers retreated to Dan’s bedroom. Alice drifted off into a contented sleep while Dan stared at the ceiling. He replayed the evening in his head, trying to see if he’d gotten things right. His neighbor-no his girlfriend, was a Chinese puzzle box and he had to figure her out.