He went through to Jim’s office and switched on the computer, waiting impatiently for it
to load, then clicked on My Documents, My Pictures until he found the folders with her
photos in. He looked at them with renewed interest, knowing this time that the real thing
was out there and that at a moment of his choosing he’d be taking her. Not the screen
version but the real thing. It was difficult not to unzip and try a some manual
self-stimulation, but he knew if he started he’d not stop. So he just looked at her
pictures, matching the real woman he now knew to her images on screen, imagining her out
there, naked, chained, at his mercy.
“Sod it,” he said aloud. “I’ve waited long enough.”
Stopping in the hall only long enough to get some coils of rope, Rob made his way in the
dusky evening to the tennis courts, pleased to see she’d done exactly as he’d told her.
Naked and in the flesh, all of her, her neat pubic triangle drawing his gaze as he
approached.
“OK?” she muttered from behind the gag, but he was in no mood to speak.
Using his height advantage, Rob pulled her left arm upwards and outwards, until it was
straight and pointing North East, using his rope to thread in and out of the mesh,
strapping her arm to the netting with a series of crisscrossed loops. She watched his
every move. When her left was done, he did the same to her right, then spent a few seconds
strapping her belly and chest into place against the netting. She was held fast now, so
fast she didn’t even sag as he pulled away the bricks under her feet and left her
dangling. Not for long, though. Her left leg was next, roped into place so she’d be fixed
there with her legs apart and no part of her reaching the ground.
Finally, her right leg, until she was in a perfect X shape, staring at him with silent
eyes, complete in her capture.
Slowly, keeping his eyes on her, Rob undressed too. He knew I’m no Adonis, but didn’t
care at that moment. He had her and they both knew it. Struggling was useless and she had
no way to complain or call for help. When he was naked he kissed her again, on the lips,
biting and pulling at them round the gag, then renewed his acquaintance with her neck, but
without such patience this time, eager to suckle and bite at her breasts and nipples.
Game girl, she allowed herself to be sucked into the sensations and be captivated by
them. She held her breath as he kissed lower, slowly down onto her belly and the top of
her pubic hair.
“You don’t like oral sex, do you?” he reminded her.
“Yes,” she gasped into the gag. “I’ve changed his mind. Yes, yes... please.”
The gag was quite effective, but there was no mistaking her words and her pleas.
So he stabbed her, right between her labia, with the hardened tip of his tongue. She
tasted acidic, but not unpleasantly so, and her whole body jerked and shuddered at the
intrusion. He did it again, and again, finally settling down to a slow rhythm as he
started to lick along her groove, sensing her reactions and adjusting his speed and
direction as her body betrayed its weaknesses.
“Oh God,” seemed to be the day’s phrase from behind the gag.
Rob stopped, meeting an angry stare, then started again, melting her back into it each
time. She was on fire and she wanted, no, needed her orgasm. She was crying with
frustration and trying to strain forwards to get more pressure.
Rob liked giving oral sex, especially to a woman who was as helplessly bound as Laura now
was. A helpless woman can’t control anything, and if you get her to her orgasmic plateau
you can keep her there for a long time, letting her back off slightly then taking her back
to her edge and holding her there. Laura’s beauty looked a mess now, sweat pouring down
her face and body and matting her hair.
"Time for your first submissive orgasm, Laura," Rob thought to himself. “Right
now.”
It only took a few more determined strokes of his tongue to take her over her edge. Just
as well they had no neighbours, the noise she made. He kept her there, letting her subside
only a fraction before he took her over again, and quickly a third time.
And once she was a complete physical and emotional wreck, he let her rest, sagging there
in her bonds and unable to move. But Rob needed something now, and having such an
attractive woman helpless before him, spreadeagled, was too much to resist. He’d chosen
the bricks wisely - they’d lifted her to just the right height. Sleepy eyes registered
only slight surprise when he moved forward, bent his legs slightly, then slid fully,
entirely, deeply home, lifting her slightly as he went all the way in. Reaching up above
her, he held the ropes at her wrists to pull himself into her, using slow but deep
thrusts, their grunts and moans merging together in a place where words, even if she had
been able to speak, were unnecessary.
She was warm and wet and open. And a complete captive. And a man only last so long with
those kind of stimulants invading his senses. Apart from the very obvious physical
sensations, the visual aspects were probably the best, and he kept stopping so he could
move back slightly and see just how helpless she was. Rob wished he’d had a blindfold so
he could deny her sight as well as her movement and voice, but no way was he going to pull
out for such extras just then. There would be plenty more time for blindfolds.
So he resumed his deep penetration, moving his hands down to caress and squeeze those
breasts, stirring her into whimpering reactions by squeezing and twisting her nipples hard
enough to hurt. He didn’t care at that moment about her satisfaction, her orgasms, her
needs or desires. Or, for that matter, her needs to not have those things. This was all
for him, selfishly and completely. So he didn’t wait for her, he just had her at his own
pace, working towards the point when he needed to come.
Which he did, seconds later, pressing as high into her as he could and staying motionless
as the muscles in his cock squirted several hours’ frustration as far inside as he could
propel it.
Afterwards, in what is always a tender moment for a couple in tune, he deliberately
pulled out of her and left her hanging there. He didn’t really want to do it, but felt he
had to, to show her that she would only be released when he chose to do it, not at some
arbitrary moment ruled by sexual gratification. Their sexual climaxes were not an end, not
a full stop, more of a comma in the week of her subjugation.
Rob walked away without looking back, through the door to the swimming pool, diving
immediately in and letting the cool of the water wash over him before he surfaced. Rob was
neither a good nor a keen swimmer, so this was more for refreshment than anything else.
When he’d had enough he did go back to her and set her free, leaving the ropes and the
collar and her clothes where they were and carrying her back to the pool like some kind of
primitive caveman. Laura put her arms round his neck and rested her head on his shoulder,
contented, for the moment at least.
Until he threw her in the pool.
He sat on the poolside, feet dangling in the water. Unlike Rob, Laura was a good swimmer,
so that after the shock of being dropped in (what else could she have expected?) she swam
effortlessly and smoothly a few lengths of the pool, giving him tantalising glimpses of
her body, distorted slightly by the water’s refraction. Aware of his appraisal of her
figure, she turned onto her back to give him views of her pubis and her breasts. Before
long, and despite his recent climax, the views she offered had the obvious effect.
“Come here, Laura,” he called.
She swam lazily over to him, fully aware of his erection. As she reached him, he reached
down to grasp her by the hair at the back of her head, twisting roughly until he could
fully control its position. He pulled her very close to his cock, opening his legs so she
could stand between them, her head just about the right height in the shallower part of
the pool.
She looked at it, then up at Rob, knowing what he intended, yet apparently a little
scared of it.
“I’ve never done it before,” she told him timidly.
“Never?”
She shook her head. That surprised him - for a woman of her age, a woman who had
undoubtedly had a few sexual partners and was very sexually aware, it didn’t seem
possible.
“It was always easy to say no,” she explained. “Men found me attractive and wanted sex
with me, so it was always me who had the upper hand.”
“Until now,” he reminded her.
“Yes. Until now.”
He twisted her head and pulled it to him, angling it so her cheek caressed his length.
She was OK with that, closing her eyes and moving her head as far as she could to caress
him. He relaxed his hand to see if she would pull away, but she stayed, so he figured he
would let her do that until she was comfortable with the closeness. Watching her treat his
cock so intimately and tenderly, he got even harder, especially looking at her lips and
knowing that before too long they would be surrounding him, the head of his cock held
inside her sucking mouth.
But he let her relax for a while. Eventually she got braver, lengthening her caresses
until it got closer to her mouth. She was under no illusion; she knew she would have to
open up and suck and Rob imagined she appreciated the fact he didn’t just make her do it.
Caresses slowly turned to kisses, along its length at first, then actually kissing its
head with closed mouth, pecking kisses. Finally, taking a deep breath, she opened up and
accepted it inside, letting it rest on her tongue as she let herself get used to the
sensation of this new intrusion.
She looked fantastic, such a vision of everyday beauty with a hugely erect cock sprouting
from her upper-class lips. There’s something very erotic about a high class woman, one who
is always immaculately dressed, coiffured and made up, putting aside her sexual
inhibitions and getting down and dirty. Even more erotic is when you’ve admired her for
years and never seen more than a leg or a cleavage. And supremely erotic because she was a
good friend’s wife. Their relationships would never be the same again.
Laura started to move, slowly and tentatively at first, then with more assurance as her
movements had their effect on him. He focussed on the junction of his cock and her lips,
her mouth moving slowly up and down so he slid in and out of her, probably no more than an
inch at a time. That meant an inch of rubbing pleasure he couldn’t see, her tongue
caressing the underside of his cockhead as she moved. But he could see it in his mind’s
eye, the opening in his cock pointing into her, aiming at her throat, ready to give her
her first ever mouthful of semen to swallow.
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