~Subject: a "love bondage" scene, for once...:-) ~Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 13:04:57 GMT Dear Cassandra, here is the writeup of our scene of yesterday night (with a little close re this morning...), written up as a four-handed post, as per your instructions - we think the a.s.b readership prefers this style rather than two separate posts, judging from past feedback. Please let us know ASAP if/when we can post it to a.s.b... thanks! Alex and Ulla [Ulla here - I hope it's OK to call myself "Laylah" all through the post, as that's how I am known on a.s.b - though the slave name you chose for me I cherish and adore, of course.] .................................................. [Laylah:] I think I am the most blessed woman in the Universe, because not only I live with the most wonderful Lord, but I am also the slave of the most beautiful Lady of the world... and, the two things interact most powerfully! Last Thursday, I received a letter from Her with very interesting instructions, and Saturday night I had the time and leisure to carry them out properly. For the first time, Alex and I managed to kludge up in our old and beautiful oak bed a way to tie someone up spread-eagled... I don't understand the contraption myself, but my engineer husband outdid himself in ingenuity. I warmed up the room in advance with an electric heater, as I suffer the cold terribly [since a horrendous winter spent somewhere up in the Northern steppes wandering with my wolf Fenris in another life, the mother Earth all cold and white and hostile to us, her beauty cruel and overwhelming... but this is a subject for another story], and tonight I was not about to lie cozily under blankets, nor to be warmed up myself as so often... Her instructions were not that hard - you all may well be surprised that they WERE hard for us at all - but, I shall explain. My Lady is working on nurturing my own tigress-side, and topping Alex through me; no problem with that so far (see the "new toys" post). This time in particular, what she specifically ordered was that I should tease Alex *sexually*, with modest pain, and no whips in particular, to avoid the put-him-in-orbit effect that's happened other times; and she said that she specifically wanted Alex to get so incontrollably aroused with desire, that he should beg me for his release. That's NOT easy! My lover has many years of enlightenment and practice behind him by now... and in an arousal-but-can't-satisfy-it situation, an automatism tend to take over, and carry him rapidly to a sort of tantra-like, orgasmless-ecstasy state! VERY hard to keep aroused and frustrated, is my Alex. Well, we have other similar problems: such as a sort of "editing mechanism" he's developed that turns pain straight into pleasure, or blocks it out - and that one, with his help, I have learned to defeat (partly by simply overwhelming it with more than it can handle). And, he IS collaborating fully! I could not be too explicit about my instructions, but I had at least to hint a little, or the auto-mechanism might well have taken over. "Beloved, I'm going on top right now. Tonight it's NOT a shamanic scene, so, please recall, DON'T shoot straight into that orbit of yours... there is another limit of yours I am to push - tonight you shall feel *desire*!" "But, darling, I *do* desire you at all times!", he replied. "Well, yes, but, in a far too wonderfully detached way; what DESIRE is it, that leaves you happy and serene even if unsatisfied?!", I continued. And my love, "The best kind, I should say...". Hard to deny this, so all I said was: "True, but not the kind you're going to experience THIS night. Ready?" [Alex:] So I went and, with her permission, chose a selection of music to be topped by. Not Bach tonight, not even its most erotical and passionate works; the topping had to _start_ with the music - so I picked a few CD's of Laylah's favourites, to start setting the mood of frustrated carnal desire: Chaikowsky, Holst, Brahms, Liszt... I left them piled up tidily at the side of the CD player, asking her to do the choosing and timing of them - leaving choice of music to Laylah is quite a little bit of torture in itself :-). "Shall I get the collar, my love? And, can I keep your chain bracelets on?" "No, and no. No tokens of submission tonight." I must have looked crestfallen, for she added, "Save for the cuffs and ropes holding you tight, open, spread-eagled, helpless at my disposal, OF COURSE...". Well, things WERE looking up then! Still, I've grown so used to wearing her gold chains on my wrists, that it leaves me uneasy to have them taken out, as she now did... The tying up was no particular problem, as long as I tied my ankles myself - simple raw ropes, not chains with locks as usual, was all I had been able to fix there, and my darling Lady is not exactly a champion with knots (I'm not one either, but at least I can tie one that will not slip NOR tighten itself when pulled on). The wrists were easier, as it's a pair of our usual leather cuffs that I had affixed, though the knot between the silken ribbons and the cuffs' D-ring kept slipping when I tested it by pulling hard on the cuffs... but it was all right in the end, as THERE is was no problem for her to put a self-tightening knot (the D-ring ain't gonna get its circulation cut by that:-). So there I was. Helpless - I tested once again with all my strength, and, yes - helpless. [Laylah:] I went back to the living room near our bedroom and stacked the CD player up with MY favourites, for once!-), then walked back fast to the bedroom. The sight on Alex's face as "The Nutcracker Suite" started I wouldn't miss for anything... I was stark naked, except for my tattoos and jewelry (plenty of both). I went to the bed and contemplated the equally naked form of my slave. Now that he's lost those 14 extra kilos he's absolutely striking... desirable... yummy... just by looking at him I was starting to get aroused myself! And he was going absolutely nowhere: I had him for my sole pleasure tonight. I threw a wistful look towards the toys' closet, but I knew I wasn't supposed to use whips tonight. His trousers' belt...? I hadn't been forbidden THAT explicitly... no, sigh, it would have been a violation of the spirit of my orders, though not the letter maybe. Oh well, I have strong and sharp teeth, and nails, and a very skillful tongue, and hands... they'll serve! Oh, and clothespins, of course - I've got a good supply of those, too... I was moving around slowly and sensually as I was wondering about all these things. Alex's eyes seemed to be roving all over me... finally I went on the bed near him and started tracing a line with my tongue from his throat downwards, while my hands were feeling, hard, the muscles of his arms and shoulders, delicately stretched by his tied-up position. As I reached the knifescar on his stomach, I had a rush of joy and I began speaking: "Oh what a wonderful, wonderful scar! I am dreaming I had done it myself with my knife, spilling your blood in sacrifice to the Goddess... and what lovely, lovely sex" - I continued lightly stroking his member and scrotum - "you would be beautiful with a piercing somewhere in this area, perhaps a hafada or a guiche - slurp!". The effect of my touching, and particularly of my words, was rather satisfying. I stopped speaking and went back to other uses of my mouth, particularly those perfect teeth I'm gifted with. My hands were also quite busy themselves... I took a short break and decorated him with a few clothespins. Neat, I seemed to have struck the right balance in room temperature, not an easy feat: I didn't feel cold, but he wasn't yet sweating, so the pins went on neatly, and didn't slip. Good! Back to mouth and hand work while the clothespins did their job - slapping, caressing, pinching, scratching, kissing, licking, nibbling, chewing... I don't play much with his nipples, in general, but I decided to make an exception tonight. My lips and tongue and teeth warmed them up nicely, then I got the nipple clamps - he had never felt them on himself yet, partly because I hog them so much to myself:-) - and affixed them to him, quite lightly in fact. From the expression on his face, it wasn't THAT light to him... he's just not used to them yet I guess! He _will_ be... [Alex:] My hands by now were straining of their own volition against the bonds, and towards the most desirable body of the woman that was playing with my own body so shamelessly... yes I KNOW that woman is my wife, and long-time husbands are not supposed to hunger with unrequited lust for their wives' bodies, but, YOU try to explain all this to my hands...! Good thing those leather cuffs are so strong, comfortable and wide - I could strain against them all I wanted, and I still wasn't going to move an inch, nor hurt myself in any way. My mind was also spinning rather wildly, but, no, I was NOT getting "in orbit", as Laylah puts it, I was just lusting for her with that too - those little verbal domination touches were just the thing... She now decided my hands deserved a *wee* bit of satisfaction, while the domination side had to be emphasized a bit (I guess; she probably just felt what was right and DID it, rather than "decide" about it...): she moved her body so that one of my straining hands could just reach and caress a few of her curves (and it DID!), and, looking straight at me with the sweetest doe eyes that have ever been put onto a tigress by mistake, she put her nails on the upper part of my chest, just below the collarbone. "Grope and fondle me *DELICATELY*, dear slave - or my nails are going to do more than just _stimulate_ you..." - and she sank them deep into my flesh, dragging them downwards. My god how WONDERFUL - some REAL, INTENSE pain at last!!!... all the same, I *DID* caress delicately with my hand (I could hardly exert any strength with it so stretched out anyway!); it just does not feel _thinkable_ to gainsay such an able top in such a situation. Well not to ME anyway - I know there's plenty of rebellious bottoms around, why, some of my best friends are rebellious bottoms!, it's just that me and my beloved are rather the submissive kind instead. It was about at this point that the "Nutcracker" ended - so I can retroactively work out that it had been just half an hour, though it seemed much longer at the time - and for a short suspended while, as the changer did its work, I hung in there waiting, hoping for some release... aaagh - "Swans' Lake"!!! Two Chaikowsky's right one after the other - my beloved was CRUEL tonight! (Well - a small, frightened corner of my mind whimpered in half-relief - at least it isn't *country and western*... it isn't YET, an even more paranoid other small frightened corner replied!). The pain from her nails, and that from my wounded musical sensibility, multiplied a yearning that had been growing in me since it had been planted by a few words of hers a while ago. I had not been forbidden to speak, indeed I had been mouthing about how wonderful and desirable she was for quite some time, so I dared voice that yearning... [Laylah:] "Knife?", I said. "Oh no, I'm not going to walk to the cold kitchen to get a knife, darling. Besides, this is not cutting night... here, let me show you what I can do with my bare teeth instead..." "Oh well I know, my most powerful tigress Lady" - my slave quickly answered - "but, should you wish to avail yourself of a knife as well, a pocket knife well disinfected and sharpened is right there in my knapsack's outer pocket, just in case...". I took it out: a small, swiss-army knife, with a few interesting accessories, but the main blade barely four or five inches long - excellent steel, though, as I well know. How _tempting_. Well I didn't have to actually CUT his flesh with it, did I? It's not some mythical blade which once taken out can't be put away again until it has tasted blood... I could just do some nice threatening mindfuck stuff, and then just put it back. So I opened it. That is, I *tried*. Why ever do they design those things so COMPLEX!? The bottle opener kept coming out instead, and the corkscrew, and things, while the blade proper stayed in. I looked at my slave. "Slave, why is this knife so hard to open?!" "Hard, my Lady? But it isn't..." "It isn't? Good, then open it." I thrust it in his right hand. He was surprised for an instant, then started fumbling at it. At first he strained his neck to see what he was doing, then he gave up on that, closed his eyes, laid his head back on the pillow, contorted his hand... clearly he could not manage to open it with one hand, but, that was all right: it would do him good to be put in his place... The blade flicked open, its sharp edge glistening for an instant, then my slave took the blade in his fingers, offering the handle towards me. Hmmm, should I have been annoyed? No, why ever - it's neat to have such a *useful* slave, as well as sexy! "Thanks, slave", I said as I took the knife. "My duty, Lady", he obediently replied. How nice the little knife's handle felt in my hand. How deliciously menacing its little blade... my slave's eyes were closed, he fully abandoned on the bed and pillows, as if resting from some task, not straining his bonds any more. Tch tch, he was SO beautiful like that, but that just wouldn't do. I slapped his face with my other hand, both cheeks, right one after the other, with medium strength, and I ordered him to open his eyes again and PAY ATTENTION. I showed him the blade, up close. "This won't taste your blood tonight, IF you are good and obedient and freeze when I tell you to, that is. Like, right now." I traced a few lines on his chest and arms, lightly. Yes, he was obeying very well: his eyes stared fixedly at mine, not at the knife... so I used it a WEE bit harder, just enough to draw a faint white line on his skin... then on his sex, and scrotum, carefully but enough to give him some pain, then on his face, and neck, and near the eyes, and on his old scar... Oh my goddess, I was getting SO horny, any more and it would be ME begging HIM for release... Begging? Why ever? He had already shown he COULD use his hands in this position. So, I could just order him. I rose and went to the dresser to get some vaseline - not strictly necessary, as I was dripping wet, but I LIKE the feel of vaseline on my cunt when it's caressed. [Alex:] My Lady spoke again, "Slave, you've got cunning hands. Now, I have a use for your left one. Here, like this" - she put a gob of vaseline on the fingers of my left hand, and draped herself across over my bound body, soft and hot and firm and just TOO desirable for words... her pussy very near my left hand, so I could touch and explore, her face near mine... "Now, give me pleasure with your hand, you well know how to. But, don't lose yourself in my own bliss: FEEL my body - is my weight over you at all uncomfortable, by the way?" I gurgled negation, I could hardly speak my mouth was SO dry, no, no, "uncomfortable" was clearly NOT the word to describe how her body felt all over mine like that... "Good", she continued, "you can kiss me also. Go at it". I did. Oh believe me, I DID! Meanwhile the kiss didn't last long (though it WAS heavenly while it lasted), as my Lady soon started moaning and, after a little rubbing of her body on mine, just basically started tensing and relaxing it, and her mouth ended up just a bit farther from mine than I could reach by tensing against my bonds... Her waves of pleasure were hitting me HARD - I wish I had not just one hand to use for her... heck, I _was_ rather starting to wish I could use my cock, to be honest, though the hands were probably good enough - yes, I *am* skillful with them, quite possibly more than with my sex (well, one gets more practice, doesn't one? I mean, SO many things to do with one's hands... with one's cock, there's less variety, if you see what I mean:-). [Laylah:] My slaved caressed my clit (and my labia and my cunt and many nearby parts) SO skillfully that very soon I took off. Yes, yes, I know, it may seem cruel blissfully to go in orbit with a poor, poor slave under me that's bound not to... but, a Lady is a Lady! My journey was long and fantastic! I don't know, actually, if the adjective "long" is appropriate, because time didn't exist in the realm in which I was then. I saw my spiral, I saw Fenris, and the Grail, but I didn't love all them only in a cosmic way - and that was great anyhow - I adored them *sensually*, *sexually*, with all by body, not just my soul. The pleasure I felt was hard and acute as a blade's edge; so strong, that I desired to conceive, to have a child in my belly again... as it happens with so wonderful, heavy experiences, that draw me near the top of pleasure, of death, of the All, they also reawake this yearning in me... Waves upon waves of bliss shook me: and finally I came: a bright explosion of the whitest light, everywhere throughout the Universe, but most concentrated in my left breast (so wonderfully sensitive for all the attention it has received as its piercing nears) and my cunt and clit. It didn't just come and go, it lasted - and lasted - and lasted - shaking me deeper and deeper. At the end I was only a white-hot ball of bliss and nothing else. [Alex:] My Lady's orgasm was particularly intense, it seemed to me (and that, for HER, _is_ saying something!); she convulsed more than once, completely forgetful of the situation, her strong thighs wrapped around my hand, pumping hard, almost crushing it, her hands thrashing around... I was glad she had thoughtfully deposited the knife somewhere out of reach! And no, I was NOT losing myself in her bliss - I was lapping it all up, hungrily, and it didn't sate my appetite at all, it sharpened it yet further instead. Her silken thighs now fully relaxed and available to my left hand's caresses were also a case of "quenching one's thirst with ham", as the Bolognese proverb puts it... "Swan's Lake" ended (which, retroactively, means I now know this was around the one-hour mark). Again, some silence as I wondered and worried and hoped about what was to come next... NO! MORE Chaikowsky! *AND* in a Karajan recording, to boot... My Lady stretched like a tigress in the sun and looked at me with a promising smile. Her white teeth glittered... "*good* slave, _good_ slave!", she told me, patting my head and getting into a more comfortable sitting position. "Now wouldn't you also by any chance have something to ask me...? Something to BEG me for, perhaps...?" "Yes, yes! My Lady, my terrible, wonderful Lady, I pray you, I implore you, I beseech you..." "Ah VERY well - and WHAT exactly would you begging me for, slave?" "Some Brahms, my Lady, at least! Oh I know I'm unworthy, but, please, show mercy...". A puzzled expression was on her face for an instant, then a light of understanding. She rose and walked towards the living room, saying, "All right, Brahms, that's a wish I shall grant". Silence again, and she was back in the bedroom as the first notes started filling the air. Dared I hope - "Deutsches Requiem", perhaps? I could have gotten a grip on myself with that... no, of course: it was "Ungarische Taenze". Wonderful, but SO sex-charged that I would have no escape. Wise is my Lady indeed... [Laylah:] Beg me for a MUSIC change - the cad! Well it was time to pull out all the stops, and he'd soon be begging for something else... I had him right were I wanted him, I knew. My orgasm was overflowing all over me still, I had pleasure flowing in my veins with the blood... I'm not one who is spent with her first orgasm, no matter how wonderful it may be! So his ears were SO delicate, were they? Very well, then I'd attack another sense instead. I got his glasses and put them on him carefully. Then I took a step back and stretched. "Very well", I said, "since your wish has been granted, I shall now attend to my own needs. I need to do some gymnastics, for my back, you know. I hope you don't mind looking, because look you SHALL - keep those eyes opened and focused on me, slave!" I don't think I ever enjoyed a gymnastics session as much as that one (I generally find them boring... not that one!). It probably wasn't the way to do it, actually, with my naked tits bouncing up and down, my unbound hair flowing this way and that... but, I KNEW at every instant the effect I was having on my slave, although I avoided looking at him - he was broadcasting it clearly enough anyway. For example, on Brahms' pleasant hungarian tunes were superimposed several, well, *croaking* sounds, from the general direction of my slave's throat... particularly when my long hair flying wildly brushed delicately against his still bound body... I did look at him at the end. "Ah - my Lady - might I be granted a further boon?" "MAYBE, slave - you might. You have permission to beg for it..." "I... I would like to - give you pleasure, my Lady!" "Oh, but you ARE doing that, don't worry; you're a nice sight. And maybe I'll use your hands again later... no hurry, is there?" "Ahem, eh, I mean, I, I would like to - TOUCH you..." "But you already have done that, slave, and well. Yes, in a few hours I definitely think I'll let you touch me again... we have all night before us, you know!". [Alex:] Ack... I cooperated so fully till now, why was it now so hard to come and say it? I had surely been feeling it strongly enough for quite some time... I had a strong temptation to click that unseen switch in my mind, or, well, soul, and get the bliss and peace that's so near my grasp at all times.... HELL, NO! That would be CHEATING - tantamount to upsetting the checkboard with an elbow when you see the other has reached a five-moves mate... For, I was defeated, and I knew I was. And, it comes so natural to submit to my Lady... so, WHY was it so hard? It wasn't, not at all - as soon as I knew that, my voice was saying it - "I beg you, my Lady, I beg you most humbly, please allow this unworthy slave to stick his cock inside your most wonderful cunt, please allow him to fill you, this humble slave beseechs you..." A smile of satisfaction, wide and open, a smile of _triumph_, now at last filled her face... WOULD she now give me the satisfaction I had prayed for? An instant of fright - maybe THAT was why it had been hard, a defense mechanism - now that I had opened myself up so wide, left so defenceless, now that I had allowed my desire to flood and dominate my inner sanctum, would she decide to deny release to me? Or maybe she even had _orders_ to deny it... An instant of tension, then, before I knew the answer, total trust replaced it: whatever she decided, or had been ordered to do, I was ready to accept, and fully; for she was, and is, my *Lady*, and I, willing putty in her hands. Infinitely yearning and infinitely open at the same time, I waited... [Laylah:] At LAST! My happiness knew no more bounds. I had been a good Lady to Alex, I had managed to make him break this limit he had; I had been a good slave to Cassandra, I had managed to obey her orders fully. For this was the last one, to have him beg me for sex: after that, I was to conclude the scene at my whim. I threw myself at those knots around his ankles - I wanted his body ABOVE mine, I had had it under mine for too long tonight! - but those knots were HARD to untangle. So I undid the leather cuffs on his wrists, and told him to go at the ankles himself - and in two flicks of his fingers, they came off. I ordered him to place his body over mine, and NOT to take too long - either a short or medium time for the fucking was acceptable.... It turned out to be short, as (what a rare thing!) he seemed to have trouble delaying himself... but that was all right with me! I had started with the determination to let him do all the work, as I had topped him so long already and deserved some rest, but in a few minutes I was punching and scratching and nibbling and nibbling and biting and wrapping my legs around him - he was being SO good I could not stop myself! So my orgasm turned out to be even more powerfully explosive than the one he had given me with his hands - so much I almost lost consciousness... I had to ASK him, "Did you come too?". He seemed surprised at the question! I wished I could have slipped right into sleep, but, alas!, I had to study a little... and Alex went to work on our computer some more (with a little help from his friends, this afternoon he had got it to a stage where he could at least save to floppy some things...). I didn't last long, I was so tired... I went to Alex, asked him, "Switch?" He nodded, turned his attention to me fully, fondled my tits for a while, and said, "Go sleep now, slave, and wear your nightgown but no panties - I'll use you later tonight, but I still have a bit more to do right now". .................................................. When the alarm woke me up this morning I didn't feel rested at all... HAPPY, incredibly so, but as tired as anything... why SO sleepy, I wondered! I went to wash myself and prepare breakfast in a sort of trance, as Alex, appearing not to even hear the alarm, just slumbered on. It came to me, slowly, the reason why I could hardly stand... the FOUR reasons, actually... those short hours of "sleep" had been interrupted no less than four times by His grabbing at me, gently, forcefully, raising my nightgown, spreading my cunt lips, turning me around, his hands and lips on my nipples, on my scars, on my most recent burn from last Sunday, his adored body mounting me in several ways, fucking me hotly, sweetly, ferociously, wonderfully... hey, WOW! Not even on our wedding night had he ever fucked me five times! Oh poor dear, he must have quite some headache, he always has when he comes more than once or twice in one night... Alex walked in, looking like a rose opening up in the morning's sun. "What, no bacon today? Ok then, I'll skip the eggs too if you don't mind, and just fix myself a roll and cheese..." "I'll warm it up in the oven for you, my Lord, if you wish", I replied. He did NOT look like a man with a headache... HUNGRY, rather! He yawned and looked at me and at the rolls, as if weighting something... "Yes, probably best, though we MIGHT eat it cold, and enjoy a little extra fling on the bed with the time we save...", he wondered aloud, patting my fanny with QUITE some interest! I blushed - not a frequent occurrence either... Bright, sleepy, but VERY sexy blessings, Laylah and Alex -- Thou art a Man, God is no more // Thine own Humanity learn to Adore Laylah Martelli - lmartell@nyx.cs.du.edu, an1826@anon.penet.fi