Uncommon Law

Her breathing became more rapid and then, with a long drawn out sigh, she reached the pinnacle. She held herself rigid and, when she could take no more, she collapsed onto me and began to stroke my face.

"That was so good..."

I really hoped that she was not like the others but, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I had to accept that she was just playing the game.

"I have to take a shower"

She sprang from me so quickly that I did not get the chance to reason with her before she disappeared into the en-suite closing the door behind her.

Hearing the running water I would have given anything to take a shower myself and that was when I made up my mind to leave.

I tugged tentatively at the restraints on my wrists but to no obvious effect and so I braced myself and made a concerted effort. Using all my strength all I managed to do was to hurt myself and so I paused and took stock.

The restraints, which at first seemed so flimsy, now appeared more substantive. I could see, looking more carefully, that the links were welded and were not going to open. I also noticed that the cuffs themselves were rubber lined and that she had affixed them to the metalwork of the headboard and not the wooden fretwork.

Trying a new tactic I attempted to shake them loose, in the hope that they had not been locked closed, but I only succeeded in moulting the pink fur that had made them seem so innocuous.

I was seething but I had no choice but to wait until she came back.

I must have dozed because I was brought back to reality by the opening of the door and it was as if a different woman had returned. She was still naked but she had removed her make-up and loosened her hair which framed her face with soft natural curls.

She was imbued with that spirit of innocence that had so appealed to me on first meeting her. As she drew nearer I could smell her freshly applied perfume. It was a heady, eastern, scent but it suited her perfectly.

"Beth, I have a very heavy day tomorrow."

"You've still got a little time for me haven't you?"

She spoke playfully and did not wait for my answer. With feline grace she mounted the bed and knelt astride my head. Just days ago I would have resented her attitude and I would have made my feelings very clearly known but something had changed.

In part it was the feeling of helplessness. The knowledge that aside from biting there was nothing I could do to stop her; but there was something else. As she brushed her sex over my mouth I actually wanted to taste her.

This realization came as a profound shock and I underwent a momentary feeling of displacement. A stranger was inhabiting my body.

Her movements wafted me with the clean smell of citrus but what I sought was the musky undertone that was slowly seeping through. I breathed deep and my mouth was washed with saliva.

Somehow, she had an innate understanding of what I was going through and she continued to tease. I lifted my head to reach her but moved with me, keeping her distance, grazing my lips with her curls.

She laughed, and in that laughter I recognized a hint of triumph and a final crumbling of my resistance.

Now assured, she came to rest on my face and opened herself to my tongue which I willingly offered up. In spite of all that gone before she was still moist inside and, as her taste filled my mouth, my whole body shivered.

Time stood still as I tended to her but the constant pain that resulted was transmuted. My body was telling me that my sacrifice would be made worthwhile if only I could only hold on for just a little longer...

As she started to come she moved gently back and forth, encouraging me to open my mouth a little wider, then she relaxed fully and allowed the dam to burst.

When it was over she curled up at my side, with her hand across my chest, and her shallow breathing told me that she had fallen into a light sleep. For a short while afterwards I was tortured by my own thoughts as I tried to understand just what was happening to me, and then I drifted off.

I awoke from a nightmare in which I was trapped in suffocating darkness only to find my fear made real. She had mounted my face whilst I slept but this time sealing me in with her closed thighs.

I shook my head frantically until she raised herself a little to allow me to draw a heaving breath. The room was a lot darker now but there was still sufficient light to enable me to see the look of anger on her face.

"Beth! Enough is enough. I have to go."

"It's enough only when I say so."

I was stunned by her apparent transformation but my words seemed to have the desired effect as she got up from the bed. She crossed to the bay window, where a chaise longue was placed to take in the garden, and collected a heavy bolster.

She brought it back to the bed and then pushed it beneath the small of my back. I struggled half-heartedly unsure what she intended and not wanting to physically harm her. The whole time I tried to reason with her but she would not answer.

I fought against her in earnest when she took hold of my ankles and started to lift my legs but she was surprisingly strong and I guessed, that it her line of work, she was often called upon to subdue uncooperative animals.

I managed to get one leg free and kicked out in genuine anger but she sidestepped and, in the same movement, she delivered a single sharp slap to my balls.

The sudden pain brought tears to my eyes and I was powerless to resist as she pushed my legs over my head. The purpose of the bolster was now made clear as, with my hips raised, my centre of gravity was working against me.

I saw, too late, the stockings already attached to the bed posts and with quick deft movements, which worryingly suggested previous experience, she looped them over my feet.

I swore with anger but she simply laughed as my struggles only served to tighten the devilish knots.

She took a sip of water from a glass on the bedside table and then opened the drawer.

"Beth! Don't do this! Just sit down and talk to me!"

Her smile was cruel as she slipped on a latex glove and then proceeded to lubricate it.

If anyone were looking for a way to make me confront my demons in Room 101 then what Beth was threatening would be top of my list. It was an irrational fear, and it had caused friction with sexual partners in my past, but I could not get over it.

I was literally begging her as she started to run her fingers over my hideously exposed backside but she looked at me coldly and said quietly.

"No one refuses me."

My breath caught in my throat and my muscles clenched painfully as she tested me with the pad of her finger. She pressed gently, gauging the resistance, and then she smiled.

"A virgin?..I am going to enjoy this."

I wrenched my body violently, and hurled a stream of invective, but she remained serenely unperturbed. She recovered her discarded panties from the floor and, pausing only to slowly wipe them between her legs, she pushed them deep into my mouth.

I tried to expel them but she held them in place with a single finger.

"If you spit them out they are going straight back in and I'll gag you as well. It's your choice."

It took all of my willpower to hold myself in check. I could afford no further loss of liberty and I had no doubt that she was prepared to carry out her threat.

Now that I was momentarily quelled she picked up where she had left off teasing me with her finger. She was in no hurry and she described a lazy circle only now and then testing the tension at its centre.

I was sweating profusely not least because of the effort required to keep my muscles taut and I could feel myself weakening moment by moment.

She came to rest and there was now a steady, more insistent, pressure. I drew on my last reserves of physical strength but I was no match for her single, slickened, finger.

With a deft twist she pushed home to the first knuckle and, for an appalling moment, I feared that I would totally embarrass myself but she paused and allowed me to come to terms with the initial intrusion.

I was breathing hard and my body began to spasm as it reflexively tried to expel her but she used the contractions to her advantage. Each time there was a momentary relaxation she exerted just a little more pressure until her finger was almost fully home.

I tried to plead with her through the sodden mess of her panties but all that I got was a mock smile of sympathy. Holding my anger in check I kept as still as possible and found that I could bear the discomfort but then I felt a renewed stretching.

I sensed, rather than saw, that she was sliding her thumb against the finger that was already embedded and my eyes widened in horror.

"Don't fight it...you might even find that you enjoy it."

At that moment I could have killed her for her mocking tone but I was powerless and she knew it.

It took an effort on her part to ease her thumb through the tight portal but, once it was broached, she found it all too easy. I wanted to scream and, when I felt her trying for a third finger, I began to struggle in earnest.

I tried to thrash myself free but the combination of the restraints and the bolster allowed me little freedom of movement. Worse still, she turned my exertions to her advantage and leaned her weight into me.

By the time I had exhausted myself the tips of all four fingers had found a lodgement and I spat the panties from my mouth in despair.

"Please Beth...don't"

She brought her face closer to mine and I saw the evil glint of excitement in the darkness of her eyes.

"You're not going to disappoint me are you?"

I knew then that pleading would avail me nothing and she allowed a second or two for it to sink in before slowly and inexorably she began to rotate her hand.

For a woman she seemed possessed of inhuman strength and I gave a strangled scream as, with a grunt of effort, she pressed home up to her wrist.

I felt as if I was being torn apart but, after an initial flaring of pain, there was a just a disturbing sense of being filled. It was uncomfortable but, at the same time, it seemed to trigger an endorphin rush with an unwelcome feeling of exhilaration.

Bringing to bear a disturbing level of experience she slowly moved her hand within. It was a gentle, almost imperceptible, piston stroke that had me riding with it as I strove for a vaguely familiar sensation.

She smiled anew as she recognized the moment of transition and for the next few moments she worked me as I tried to come to terms with what I was undergoing.

When she finally eased herself free I felt something more than just a physical emptiness and I guiltily understood that, for all the discomfort, there was something here that I wanted to explore further. The shock of this realization was increased when she suddenly began to probe once more with a single finger.

It had slipped in unfelt but she began to massage a spot somewhere inside that had me gasping for breath. For a few seconds I felt the twinge of a painfully thwarted erection but then there was simply the sensation of frustrated release.

It felt unnerving as my balls tightened in that familiar way that presaged an ejaculation but there was none of the associated pleasure. I wanted her to stop but she seemed to know more about my body than I did. She continued to massage me with an unrelenting rhythm, and then I felt a sudden, unsatisfying, leakage.

She laughed out loud as she surveyed the results of her ministrations and then, without a word, she discarded the soiled glove and left the room.

Chapter 5

I shouted myself hoarse but she did not return and, at some point, notwithstanding the many aches and pains, I must have dropped off.

When I awoke there was daylight coming through the curtains and my restraints were gone. A quick survey of the house revealed that there was no one home and I washed and dressed as quickly as I could.

The temptation to go through their things, to try and get inside their heads, was almost overwhelming but, whilst I did spend a couple of minutes fruitlessly searching out the key to the cock cage, I was in danger of being late for my meeting at Wards.

Their front door locked automatically behind me and I dashed back to my own flat for a clean suit.

In the event I was only a few minutes late at Wards but I found it hard to focus as we went over the results of the previous days' testimonies. The afternoon proved even worse. With Wards' partners taking the role of the presiding judges panel and advocate for the defence I presented our case for the prosecution.

I had lived and breathed the case law and precedents for the last three months but my mind seemed to go blank. They tore me to shreds and let me know, in no uncertain terms, that, unless I upped my game, we would not even make it to trial.

The pre-trial review was taking place in just seven days time with the French defence team flying in at the weekend. I could bullshit our managing partner to a degree but he would almost certainly quiz my supporting paralegals on an informal basis and the worry was in their faces to be seen.

I prevailed upon the Wards people to give me another chance and, after a break, and working late into the night, I made a second presentation. This one went a lot better and they were more encouraging in their feedback.

At home, afterwards, I vowed to myself that I would give it everything I had up to the review and, bizarrely, the restraint proved a blessing in disguise. Whilst I was wearing it there could be no physical distractions.

Over the ensuing days I worked the team hard and by Tuesday confidence was high once again. The senior partners, along with Wards, conducted their final appraisal and announced themselves satisfied; all that mattered now was my advocacy on the day.

With the court date set for Thursday I was told to take Wednesday off and relax. I was tempted to get the restraint removed but, for reasons I could not explain to myself, although superstition may have played a part, I decided that I would wait until the review was concluded before I rewarded myself.

I slept in on Wednesday and it was almost lunchtime before I shaved and took a shower.

I was still drying myself off when the doorbell rang. Expecting a courier with the bound case transcripts I tied a towel around my waist and opened the door.

I was shocked to find Ellen standing there in company with another woman.

"May we come in?"

Without waiting for an answer she strode through into the living room with her companion in tow.

"Ellen, this is not a good time."

"Don't be silly. Make some coffee."

I should have stuck to my guns and seen them off but something about the tone of her voice, and my innate sense of good manners, held sway. I left them to grab myself a pair of track bottoms and a tee shirt and then ground some beans.

As the coffee brewed I pondered the reason for the visit but one thought was uppermost in my mind. I had played their 'game' and neither Naomi and Beth had volunteered the key which lead to the assumption that Ellen had retained it all along whilst they had a cruel joke at my expense.

I served Ellen and she introduced Mari whose looks and accent suggested Spanish origins. She appeared to be somewhere in her forties but something about her manner suggested that she might have been older.

The lines in her face were not deeply etched but hinted at a very happy life and her thick black hair was shot through with strands of silver to remain in keeping. She obviously kept herself in shape, and carried off her daringly short skirt with ease, but my eyes were drawn to her impressive décolletage.

She was wearing a revealing scooped necked cashmere sweater which, on anyone else, might have seemed inelegant but she retained an air of refinement.

I was about to ask what was going on, and who exactly Mari was, when Ellen put down her cup.

"I want you to show it to Mari."

Her meaning was immediately clear to me but I could not quite believe what I was hearing. I looked at Mari but she seemed totally composed. She crossed her legs, revealing just a little more of her sheer black stockings, and leaned forward a fraction.

After a second or two I found my voice.

"You have to be kidding me."

"On the contrary, I am totally serious. Take your pants down."

The whole situation was absurd but there was something in her tone of voice which chimed deep within me and I found myself lost in her calculating stare. The room felt as if it were shrinking and I seemed incapable of rational thought.

A shrill siren was sounding in the upper reaches of my consciousness but my functioning was being determined by the darker recesses of my psyche. I slid the track bottoms down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

"Come closer."

I took a step forward and my eyes remained locked with Ellen's as Mari tentatively reached forward to touch my imprisoned manhood. She tested the closely fitted padlock and then spoke almost in awe.

"I am sorry for disbelieving you...It is all true?"

"Every word. Take off your skirt...you'll be more comfortable."

My eyes flickered as the import of her words sank in but I found myself frozen to the spot as Mari got to her feet and hesitantly worked the fastenings of her waistband. As she set her skirt aside Ellen looked across drawing my eyes with hers.

Mari's thighs, sheathed in the dark silk of her stockings, were a little plumper than I would have imagined but still, nevertheless, attractive. Her dark complexion helped, adding a healthy lustre to her skin.

She noted my appreciation and turned a little shifting her weight to provocatively jut her pelvis. She had a classical hour-glass figure but my eyes had already flitted to the line of her panties.

They were black, and would probably have been deemed sensible by today's standards, but they were beautifully embroidered and, I guessed, very expensive. They hugged her closely and emphasised her very prominent mons.

She needed no further guidance. She seemed fully attuned to the unbidden urges which held me in thrall.

Now, with total confidence, she eased herself out of her panties and stood with her legs just a little apart.

I could feel my heart pumping as I stared at her sex shadowed by a close shaved frizz of black hair. Even as I looked I felt the need to swallow and she smiled knowing exactly what it betokened.

She retook her place on the sofa, settled herself comfortably, and allowed her legs to part. No words were spoken, the choice was entirely mine, but they knew that I was beyond salvation.

I felt disembodied as I slowly knelt before her. I was vaguely aware of the slight bulge of her belly but it was at the periphery of my vision as I found focus on the up swell of her pudenda.

The light sparked from the few silver trespassers in the uniform darkness and from a centre line moist with excitement. Just a short while ago I would have found it unattractive but she was a woman of experience, who obviously took pride in her maturity, and I found it disturbingly arousing.

I felt an almost painful tension in my neck muscles as I began to bow my head accompanied by a sharper pain from my groin resulting from an irrational erection.

As I accepted the welcoming haven of her thighs I caught the heavy, musky perfume with which she had anointed her skin but this was complimented by her ever stronger natural scent.

It was a scent that I had become very familiar with in the past few days but there was something indefinable that made it uniquely hers.

When I was almost upon her she relaxed completely and her perfectly matched labia parted a little revealing a livid pink hinterland.

I closed my eyes and licked along the length of the moist reveal. Her taste seeped into my mouth triggering a feeling of excitement that I had not felt since I set out on my voyage of sexual discovery as a naive teenager.