Archive-name: Bondage/erot1.txt

Archive-author: Amethyst

Archive-title: Bondage and Cream





     A woman stands in the plaza, a gust of wind curling its way

beneath her skirt and betwixt her strands of full dark hair.  The

setting sun wreathes her body in an aura of fire, delineating her

curves with light like the caress of an ethereal hand.  She gazes

off into the distance, dreaming of unknown journeys and

experiences.  Her flowing tresses emphasize the curve of her

uplifted head.

     A slow, deliberate pattern of footsteps echoes on the walls

of the buildings surrounding the plaza, apparently issuing from

all corners and from the focal sculpture in its center beside the

pensive woman.  The pattern preceding the echo becomes louder and

clearer as the unknown walker approaches the woman.

     The footsteps cease.  While the echoes rebound and slowly

fade, the newcomer reaches out his hands and places them gently

on the woman's shoulders.  For a moment, she flinches at his

touch, as if to draw away from an unwanted encounter.  But then

her muscles relax and her demeanor is calm; the touch is familiar

to her, as well known as the face associated indelibly in her

mind and heart with that touch.  Exerting a gentle but insistent

pressure, he turns her around to face him.  

     She turns in obedience to his tactile command, with no

resistance.  Although a mild man, he has a will of a strength to

rival the infrastructure of the skyscrapers that encircle them,

and she finds it politic to accede to his wishes, for now.  She

raises her eyes up to meet his above her, reveling in the sight

of his laughing eyes looking down on her.

     He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in for a

protracted and tight embrace.  She places her arms around his

waist, silently bemoaning yet again the substantial difference in

their heights.  He finally releases her partially and looks down

at her again.

     "I've missed you, love; more than I ever thought I would. 

It is so good to touch you and feel you again, and to hear your

voice."

     "I've missed you too, Bruce...both the aching ecstasy of

your stubborn, tender presence and the excruciating agony of your

misplaced wit.  I love you, you big, dumb jerk!!"

     "I think I love you too, love."

     "So now what?"

     "Now...let me see.......Aha!!!"

     And with that, he bent forward slightly and scooped her up

into his arms and proceeded with his deliberate pace across the

plaza.

     "What are you doing, you idiot? You'll get a hernia! Put me

down!"

     "Oh, and I thought you said you lost weight. So why would I

get a hernia, love?"

     "C'mon, Bruce, I'm too heavy."

     "No, you're not.  Besides, if I drop you, it's a long fall

for you, so I wouldn't argue with me if I were you."

     "You're impossible! Where are we going, anyway?"

     "Ah, but that's a surprise.  You'll see when we arrive at my

trysting place.  So just relax and enjoy the view."

     "Yeah; I have my own personal Sears Tower for a boyfriend."

     "Be quiet, dear, or I'll gag you."

     "(Very sarcastically) Oh, yes, beat me, beat me, make me

feel cheap."

     "Ah, but you should never tempt me so, Kerri-Ellen.  You

know you should never put ideas in my head."

     "Oh, I'm not putting anything in your head--you're more

devious than my son is!"  She looked up and became aware that

Bruce had entered the doorway of a building and was approaching a

bank of elevators.  "Will you put me down now? People are staring

at us!"

     "Are you ashamed of me, love?" he teased.

     "Of course not, but this is embarrassing!"

     "Soon, love, soon."

     A tone announced the arrival of their vertical carriage.  He

strode into the elevator still holding her aloft like a trophy to

his strength and endurance.

     "I feel ridiculous."

     "But my dear, don't you find this romantic?"

     "I'll give you romantic, Mr. Krafft!"

     "But don't you? Behind the embarrassment and the

foolishness? Aren't you flattered by the attention? Admit it,

love; you like it, don't you?"

     Silence answers his query. "Kerri...?"

     "O.K., I admit it--I love it.  But my pride and dignity

require me to protest your high-handed action."

     "AHA! I knew it!"  The elevator door opened and he proceeded

down the hallway.  Near the end, by a large picture window, he

stopped in front of a door.  "Guess what love."

     "What?"

     "I have to open the door."

     "So put me down."

     "I can't do that--it defeats the whole macho scenario. So I

guess I'll do this instead..." Adjusting his balance slightly, he

swung her up and over his shoulder, thus freeing up a hand with

which to extract the key and open the door.

     "Bruce!" she screeched at the loudest volume her protesting

diaphragm would allow. "PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!!"

     "Now?"

     "NOW!!!"

     "Alright."  He flipped her over and flung her

unceremoniously onto the king-size bed just inside the door.

     Silenced by shock and by having the air driven violently out

of her by the impact, she merely glared at him, her chest heaving

gloriously in front of his appreciative eyes.  When she appeared

to have almost enough control to speak, he abruptly sat down on

her legs, pinned her wrists to the bedspread with his hands and

bent over.  He placed his lips firmly on hers and began kissing

her vigorously.

     After several minutes, during which she responded most

energetically, he raised his head up slightly and looked at her

face inquiringly. "Well?"

     She looked back up at him with a dazed, bemused expression

and murmured, "what took you so long?"

     "I wanted things just right; you're always complaining that

you don't get enough attention--not enough romance or surprises.

Surprise."

     "Bruce."

     "Yes, love?"

     "Shut up and kiss me again."

     "Certainly."  He shifted position to release her legs, and

pulled her up beside him in a sitting position.  Dropping a quick

light kiss on the top of her head, he cupped her chin in his hand

and turned her face upward toward his.  He put his arms around

her and began kissing her with intense determination.  She slowly

snaked her arms around his back and brought her leg up over his.

She pulled him hard against her as their tongues played tag in

their mouths and her foot started stroking up and down his thigh.

     As their kiss continued her hands moved about on his back,

pressing firmly and constantly against his flesh.  His right hand

moved up briefly to play with her hair and then moved down to the

nape of her neck.  He unhurriedly but deliberately began to unzip

the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down gently to below

her waist.  He brought both his hands to her shoulders and drew

her dress slowly off each shoulder in turn, moving each of his

hands gently over and round her soft rounded flesh as he did so.

     He drew the fabric down further so her dress pooled itself

around her on the bed.  Now her lacy black bra and half-slip were

reflected in his sparkling eyes.  He disengaged himself from her

moist warm lips and smiled at her.

     "God, it's been too long since you looked at me that way.  I

like it a lot."

     "Well, if I didn't like what I saw, I wouldn't be looking at

you 'that way.' Now lay down and close your eyes."

     "Must I?"

     "Yes, you must, but you'll like it. I promise."

     "Are you going to tie me up, blindfold me, and have me at

your mercy?"

     "Probably."

     "Good. Hurry up."

     "My, aren't we anxious? What's the hurry?"

     "Let me see... I'm so horny for you I could scream.  I'm

afraid you'll change your mind and not want to have sex with me.

I'm afraid we never will truly consummate this warped

relationship.  I have been aching for your exquisite expertise

since the last abortive attempt.  Enough reasons?  Now get on

with it!!!"

     She pulled off her bra and slip slowly in front of him and

slipped off her black hose and panties.  The darkness passing

over her pale skin then made its way to the floor at the side of

the bed.  Then she arranged her nude body on the bed prone as he

had instructed and closed her eyes.  Very shortly, she felt him

fastening something around her wrists and ankles.  Although

fighting is half the fun, she kept her limbs limp and cooperative

to keep the action moving along and to find out what he had in

mind. She badly wanted to open her eyes and look at him, but she

kept her eyes closed anyway.  He drew her arms and legs out and

secured her to the bedposts.  Then she felt his weight lift off

the bed.

     "Where are you going?"

     "Over to the side here... I need a few things. Promise you

won't fight me yet?"

     "Bruce, I'd go along with anything, as long as you start

doing something!"

     "O.K., but remember you said it, and don't go back on your

word."

     "Bruce, what do you have in mind? Maybe I don't want to go

along with you..."

     "Nothing truly awful love.  Relax and enjoy it."

     She felt his breath on her face as he bent over her.  He put

something dark and soft over eyes and then tied it behind her

head.  Then there was no more light filtering through her closed

eyelids.

     "Guess what else I have, love."

     "If you remembered, earplugs or headphones."

     "Right; what else?"

     "I don't know--what?"

     He placed earplugs gently in her ears, but whispered three

words gently in the second ear before he blocked off all sound.

"Cold whipped cream."

     And as she opened her mouth to scream at him, he swiftly

inserted a gag in her mouth, chuckling to himself at the tense

outrage echoed in her imprisoned body.  Incoherent noises issued

from behind the gag.

     Then he sat back on the bed beside her and waited, watching

her and letting her simmer.  First she would be furious.  Then,

after awhile, she might think he was kidding and relax.  Then she

would wonder exactly what he did have in mind and why he wasn't

doing it.  Her effective sensory deprivation would be magnifying

everything out of proportion.

     When he judged she had been thrown sufficiently off balance,

he shook up the can of whipped cream he had kept in an ice-cold

refrigerator until just then.  He drew a whipped cream line from

the hollow at the base of her throat down between her breasts

over her abdomen and down to the top of her dark curly forest. 

Then he drew a line up from her right ankle up her inner leg and

thigh to the top of her leg, following this with the same

progress up her left leg. She knew where he was playing artist

because the icy sensations traveling her neural pathways to her

brain left her in no doubt. She shivered, but she couldn't be

certain how much was from cold and how much was excitement and

arousal.  Suddenly she emitted a highly muffled scream as he

sprayed a mound of chilled cream on and around her clit and

everything connected with it.  She was shivering constantly now. 

     He started to replace the cold lines with warm wetness as he

began to lick up and swallow the whipped cream with an agonizing

slowness, in the same order that he had laid it down on her

waiting flesh.  Now the muffled sound resembled a moan from deep

in her throat and her head tossed from side to side.

     That moan issued from deep within; a guttural cry from her

diaphragm.  As he reached the end of his whipped cream and her

mind overloaded with sensation, he lovingly traced around and

over her aroused flesh with his talented tongue, pausing

occasionally to spit out a few errant tendrils of hair that had

somehow made their way into his busy mouth.

     He lightly brushed his hands along the sides of her body. 

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head underneath her blindfold-

-he had her at such a fever pitch of intensity she thought she

would scream with every caress of hand or tongue.  Suddenly, he

stopped and relaxed a moment, thus allowing her a moment to

likewise relax, not that she truly could.

     He reached up and untied her right hand and, grasping it,

brought it over above her head to her left hand; then he tied her

two hands together at her wrists.  Once that was done, he untied

her left hand from the bedpost.  He untied her legs altogether,

drew her up to a sitting position, and guided both her arms over

his head so her arms encircled him.  Thus, he ensured she would

not easily be able to remove her blindfold or earplugs but would

still have some freedom of movement. He liked the idea of having

sex with her while she still could not see or hear him.

     Then he removed the gag but placed a finger gently on her

lips to indicate his desire for silence. He drew her head close

to his and brought their lips together.  She was frenetically

serious in response, pressing against his lips with far more

energy than he had expected, given the level of arousal she must

be at.  Her hands struggled in their awkward situation enough to

allow her fingers access to the back of his neck in deliberate

circular or random patterns, both light and insistent.

     Their lips broke apart, and her tongue began tracing its

blind way over his face--up the curve of his cheek and over to

his ear, tracing hotly and moistly over and around his earlobe,

her breath wafting deliberately into his ear.  Her teeth grasped

his earlobe gently and worried it back and forth slightly.  He

closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and guided her head

back around to face his.

     He started kissing her again intently, bruising her lips

beneath his, and curved one hand over her head, tangling his

fingers in her soft hair.  As he did so, he put his other hand

behind her back to support her as he slowly lowered her back down

to lie on the bed, straining her arms to their full length

because they were still locked behind his neck.

     He brought her hands forward, adjusted his position and

carefully entered her.  He began thrusting slowly, allowing his

motion to gradually pick up speed.  When he was thrusting

regularly but not yet quickly, he began to increase his force,

pushing himself harder and deeper inside her with each attack. 

He started to push as hard as he could, with increasing speed.

     With every movement, he rammed himself farther and harder

within her enveloping flesh.  He felt her muscles tighten around

him in relatively close synchronization with his forceful

actions.  His body pushed against her body and pinned her to the

bed beneath them.  As his force increased, his speed also

increased until there seemed no time between movements and it all

seemed one continuous dance, forward and back repeatedly.

     Drops of his perspiration rolled from him and landed on her

flushed skin.  It seemed he had reached the pinnacle of his

abilities; that he could not move any faster or thrust any

deeper.  He moved without intervals; one would say without

stopping to breathe, except his breath was ragged and audible to

him, and to her if she could only hear it. Abruptly, he stopped

after one last drawn out push inside her. His breath sighed

quietly from between his lips.  He put his moisture-laden arms

around her and hugged her, bending down to kiss her softly on her

lips.  After his lips had drawn away from hers, he put his finger

on them as he had done before, so she might understand not to

speak just yet. He disengaged himself from her and lay next to

her for a moment.

     He reached out and brushed his hand over the tiny hairs on

her leg, feeling her shudder beneath him as he did so.  Now it

was to be her turn to gasp and sigh.  He raised himself up and

positioned his body over hers to give the greatest access to

every part of her taut and glistening wet flesh.  He began to run

his hands up and down her body very very lightly, touching

everywhere from her nose to her nipples to her knees.  After he

had been doing this for about twenty minutes, she had passed

beyond the shuddering and shaking point and could only lie there

beneath his expert fingers, unable to move her passion-imprisoned

body even within the confines of her bondage.

     It gave him an enormous feeling of power, to be able to

strip from her every vestige of consciousness and free will.  Not

that he intended to stop here, of course...she had merely tasted

the beginning of his exquisite torture.  He bent over her body

more closely and began a long, hot, moist and wicked tongue bath.

     He started on her face and around the sides of it to her

ears, spending a long time caressing her ears and earlobes with

his warm pink tongue and blowing hotly into her ears, feeling her

body shudder uncontrollably beneath him as he blew. As he moved

down to her neck under her chin she very slowly, almost

imperceptibly arched her head back...almost as if she were a rag

doll only partially brought to life.

     He continued on his path down her goosebumped skin, tracing

around and over her breasts, sucking long and lovingly on her

large dark nipples which came up readily to meet him.  He very

gently nibbled them with his teeth and moved on, over her abdomen

and hips, down, down, ...  down to her toes and then up.

     He paid equal attention to each leg alternately, moving up

slowly to her knees, and then tilting his head down to make her

shudder and shiver again as he made hot wet love to her inner

thighs, oh so slowly; holding her legs down with his hands so she

could not turn away from his instrument of torture.

     Slowly, again very slowly, he came up her thighs to the spot

he knew she had been silently begging him to reach for the last

hour, but all she was able to do was gasp and catch her breath; 

she could not move, could not speak.  Every nonthought in her

passion-clouded mind, every involuntary twitch of her stimulated

nerve endings, every nonresponse of her treacherous

muscles...they all belonged to him, as did she so long as he

desired her to.  

     He began to lick and suck at her raised sensitive flesh,

drawing his tongue over so lightly and repeatedly, sucking at her

moist twitching tissue below him, feeling her trying to twist

away, but prevented by his body and by her own betraying body. As

he kept sucking and caressing her with his warm wetness, the

stars began to whirl and spin in her head behind her eyes.  She

felt the tension escalate to an unbelievable point and then

everything melted inside her to an unbearable moment of weakness,

with her mind swirling and spinning among her inner stars. Then

her body began to twitch and shake uncontrollably at every

tiniest agonizing caress of any sort.

     Recognizing his success, he ceased his most wondrous torture

and enfolded her again in his arms for a hug, holding her firmly

until her body had calmed itself and it was no longer twitching

and shuddering beneath him. He kissed her again, loving her with

his tongue to hers slowly and sweetly. Then he untied her and

removed all sensory barriers, covering her with his body while

the two of them fell into slumber together.



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