When his wrists were secured, stretched towards the top corners of the bed and firmly
buckled in the tight leather cuffs, she turned her attention to the rest of his clothes. 
His socks came off with a swift pull on each, and then her trembling fingers fumbled
urgently with his belt and the buttons on his trousers.

As she pulled down his trousers and underpants, pulled them off over his ankles and then
attached the cuffs to his ankles spreading his legs wide apart on the bed, there was a
second or two when he nearly asked her to stop.  Even after all those women who had seen
him naked on previous occasions, for those few seconds he felt an acute awkwardness, an
uneasiness at having this woman see his arousal while he was in such a position, unable to
cover himself from her view.  He wished she had turned off the light before they started
all of this.

"Got you!" she said in a delighted voice as soon as she had finished attaching
all the cuffs securely.  "This is what you like, isn`t it?"

"Actually…" he began, and broke off as her hand clasped around his hardness and
she lowered her head to his thighs.  He gasped at the pure, physical pleasure of her lips
and tongue on his skin and the squeezing of her hand on his stiff manhood.

"What was it you said?" she asked, raising her head after half a minute and
looking up his body at his face.  "Slap him with a whip?  I think this is far more
enjoyable than doing that.  I can`t imagine hurting you could be anywhere near as exciting
as this.  You do taste nice."

"I`m sure I didn`t say that… Agh!" he squirmed and strained against the straps
holding him to the bed as she moved her head rapidly to take the end of his hardness in
her mouth.  

It was only for a second, and it was one of the most pleasurable sensations he had
experienced in his entire life.  Whatever she did that was different from all those other
women, that one brief action brought him so close to climax that he was panting and
moaning as if he had already done it.  If she had closed her hand around him again
immediately afterwards as she continued to kiss, lick and suck at the skin over his
stomach and up his chest, then that would have been enough to finish it off.  Instead, he
felt a thump of discomfort somewhere at the base of his hardness, not pain, but something
that took him back from the edge without lessening his arousal in the least.  A moment
later, her hand did close around him again, and she continued to squeeze as she worked her
way up towards his nipples with her lips and tongue.

The effect of her licking and sucking on his nipples was electric.  If someone had said
that to him he would have dismissed it as a worn-out cliché, but in this case it
was perfectly true.  The action of her mouth produced first a tingling and then jolts of
sensation that shook his body very much as though he was being subjected to a mysteriously
non-painful series of electric shocks.

As she moved down his body again, continuously working at his skin with her mouth, he
tensed in anticipation.  She neared his groin, her hand still squeezing and then pumping
him up and down vigorously for only a moment before once more her mouth took him, brought
him to the edge of orgasm almost instantly, followed by the dull thump that took him back
down to a frustrated arousal.

Five times more she worked with her mouth up and down his body, brought him to the edge
and took it away.  His whole body was trembling in an uncontrolled mass of impossible,
incomplete ecstasy.

"Now," she said softly, kneeling up on the bed and positioning herself over his
hardness.  "Now!"

Slowly, very, very slowly she lowered herself towards him.  In his state of shuddering
arousal, her first touch on the end of his hardness was every bit as electric as the
effect she had had on his nipples.  He gasped and groaned.  She did not stop, but pressed
down and eased herself onto him.  Her own arousal was obvious, sliding smoothly over him
and enveloping him in her hot, damp flesh.

Quite what he had expected, he was not sure.  Perhaps he thought that with a woman so
much older there would not be the firmness, tightness or muscular agility of a fit,
younger woman.  Perhaps he thought that her physical arousal would be lacking, needing
some lubrication to avoid major discomfort.  Perhaps he had not really thought about it,
and in the event nothing he might have imagined proved to be true.

She took him inside her with ease, then clamped onto him with muscular strength that
might have been envied by the strongest of female athletes.  He had closed his eyes
earlier, and now he opened them wide in surprise at the sheer sexual power of the woman on
top of him.

What followed was no more than a blur to him - a blur of absolute pleasure.  After
several minutes she was screaming in climax, and at the same instant his orgasm exploded
into her with a force that left his body sweating and exhausted, his vision blurred and
his senses reeling.  It was not sex as he had ever experienced before; it was sex as he
had always imagined it might be and never imagined it could be.

It was some time later that he realised she had climbed from him and was undoing the
leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

"I`m sorry," she whispered softly in his ear.

"Sorry?"

"Yes," she said apologetically.  "I didn`t use those toys on you.  I
bought everything you mentioned, and I didn`t use any of them.  I hope it was all right
for you.  I did enjoy it.  Thank you very much."

She left him alone in the room to compose himself and to dress.  His clothes were neatly
over the back of a chair, neatly folded.

She met him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Thank you," she said again.

She kissed him briefly on the cheek and held open the front door for him to leave.  He
went, with his mind in a whirl of confusion.