Mano a Mano

Many thanks to NorthernDancer for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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"I'm at the end of my rope, Isabella," said Felicia through her tears.

"Take a big sip of your drink and try to explain it again," said her friend. "I still don't get it. You're telling me Nolan has been doing this to you for years and you love it, but now all of a sudden you hate it?"

"No, no, no," said Felicia after she took a large gulp. "That's not it at all. I liked what he was doing, but now he's doing it differently, and it's horrible. If I could strip right now in this restaurant, you'd be shocked at what my body looks like."

"OK," said Isabella. "Maybe I'd understand better if you started by telling me what he used to do that you liked, and then tell me what changed."

"I'm sorry," said Felicia. "I'll try to slow down so you can understand. It's really pretty simple. It's just the hands. Everything else is fine, except for the hands. And I just don't know what to do.

"One of the things I've always loved about Nolan is that we both totally lose control when we have sex. He was the first man I had ever met who was as wild as I was, and that's probably why I married him. He's been a wonderful husband in so many ways, and we were talking about starting a family, but now I'm too scared to think of it.

"Right from the first time we had sex, I noticed that when he gets really excited, Nolan goes into something like a trance. He's no longer there, or at least his mind isn't. Or maybe it's more like his mind has gone out of his head and into his penis and all the other muscles he uses to make love.

"His body moves amazingly, and everything comes into play, his arms, his legs, his stomach muscles, his feet, his hands, everything. He does things that are wonderful and unpredictable, and when I tell him later, he doesn't remember. But he instinctively knows how to get me off over and over.

"His hands are all over me, stroking, squeezing, kneading and sometimes even lightly spanking, just strong enough to get me more excited. I love what he does with his hands.

"But about two months ago, some wires must have gotten crossed in his brain, because his hands started hurting me. He still squeezes my breasts like he used to, but now he squeezes them so hard that I'm screaming in pain.

"The same thing happens when he holds my butt and starts squeezing and kneading. He's doing it so roughly that it's hurting me rather than turning me on. When we finish making love, my butt is so bruised that it hurts when I sit down. Nothing else has changed. I was worried about the spanking, but it's the same as before, only now it hurts like hell because of how sensitive my ass is after he bruises it."

"And what happens when you tell him to stop?" asked Isabella.

"I don't just tell him," said Felicia. "I scream it in his face at the top of my lungs. But he's not there. I can tell that he can't hear me. His face doesn't change. It's totally into the sex, and usually looking at him when he's like that is a total turn-on for me. But he doesn't realize what he's doing to me. I try to pull his hands away, but he's too strong.

"I've tried slapping his face to wake him up, but he just grabs my hands and holds them. His hands are so big that he can hold both my hands in one of his while his other hand keeps torturing me."

"But you must have shown him what he does when he wakes up," said Isabella.

"Yes, and he's apologetic," said Felicia, "but he doesn't remember a thing, and I think on some deep level it's hard for him to believe he really hurts me, especially when he sees that I've come."

"You come?" asked Isabella.

"Yes," said Felicia. "Sometimes I can't, because the pain is so bad. But sometimes my body responds to all the other things he does at the same time and I come even while I'm in agony. It's a horrible feeling. He knows what I look like after I've come, and I can't hide it from him. So I don't think he takes my complaints seriously." She began to cry softly. "It's hard for me to say this, but I may have to divorce him. I can't take much more of this."

"So it's just the hands," said Isabella, ignoring her last statement. "Everything else is great."

"Yes," said Felicia, "now I think you understand."

"Have you tried using handcuffs on him?" Isabella asked.

"What do you mean?" asked Felicia.

"If his hands are cuffed, he can't use them," said Isabella.

"But the metal would hurt him," said Felicia, "and that would be just as bad as him hurting me."

"Haven't you ever heard of restraints?" asked Isabella. "They're handcuffs that are made out of cloth. People use them all the time for sex."

"They do?" asked Felicity.

"Well, the ones who are into bondage do," said her friend. "Anyway, they don't hurt you, but they restrain you just like the handcuffs the police use. You can find them online or at a sex toy store. Just put them on Nolan the next time you have sex and see if that helps."

"He wouldn't let me," said Felicia. "I told you he doesn't really think he's doing anything wrong, even though I've shown him the bruises."

"Well, there must be some way to get them on him," said Isabella. "You said he goes into a trance and doesn't know what's going on."

"You're right," said Felicia. "Let me think about this."

When the restraints arrived in the mail the following week, Felicia took them out and examined them closely. Then she began practicing with them on various objects around the house. She hid them from Nolan.

Two nights later, they were in bed and Nolan began stroking her. He had been hesitant lately because of what she had told him. She responded, and soon the action was heavy. She was riding him and facing him when his hands reached around her and began kneading her buttocks.

He started gently, but soon began squeezing so hard that she was biting her teeth together hard from the pain. When the hands began working on her breasts, she reached under the pillow and pulled out the restraints. As he squeezed her breasts, she wrapped the cloth around his wrists, took a deep breath and then pulled the strap to tighten and lock them. Once she did this, it was easy to push the cuffed hands away from her.

She continued riding him, and at first, he continued to respond, but when he tried to use his hands, the restraints stopped him. He fought against the cuffs, but it was obvious he hadn't realized what she had done. He made some unintelligible noises of frustration and stared at her with wide, unseeing eyes.

Slowly, Nolan stopped responding to her as she continued to ride him. He seemed to be awakening.

"What's happening?" he finally asked in confusion. "What have you done to me?" His eyes were now focused, and he was looking at the cuffs on his wrists.

"You were starting to hurt me again," said Felicia. "So I cuffed your hands together. But it looks like that affected your arousal."

"Yes, I'm not feeling excited now at all, only angry," he said. "Please take them off."

"Of course," she said and removed them. He rubbed his wrists for a moment.

"I don't know if I feel like making love now," he said. "Do you want to try again?"

"Yes," she said. "I'll bet you five dollars that I can get you aroused again."

She won the bet, and soon they were in heat again. Once more his hands began their assault, and once more she slapped the cuffs on them. The same thing happened again. He struggled and eventually snapped out of his trance. And he was even angrier this time.

"You can't use those things," he said. "It totally destroys the excitement."

"But I have to," she said, "until we can come up with a better way of stopping what you're doing. Let's try again. Maybe we can work this out."

"I don't feel like trying," he said. "I don't understand what I'm feeling right now. I'm more angry now than I've ever been." She tried to caress him as they went to sleep, but he moved away from her.

He didn't approach her again for more than a week, and when he did, he told her she was not to use the cuffs again and that some of his anger was still there.

"I'm sorry about your anger, Nolan," she said, "but I'm angry, too, because what you did to me was a lot worse than what I did to you. I have a hard time feeling sympathy for your anger. I wish you could feel just a little of the pain you inflicted on me.

"Maybe the cuffs aren't the solution to this problem, but at least they protect me. And maybe they can help me show you what the real problem is. I've been thinking about this, and I have a strange idea, if you want to hear it."

"OK, Felicia," he said. "When you say that, I can just imagine how bizarre it must be. Usually, your strange stuff gets me excited, but I don't think that's what you're talking about this time."

"You're right," she said. "This is about showing you what you've been doing to me. The next time we make love, Isabella is going to be here with her camera filming us. I think when you see the video, your mind will finally accept what you've been doing."

"That's reasonable," he said.

"But there's more," she said, "and you're not going to like the rest. If you start hurting me, I'll let you do it long enough for Isabella to record it, but then I'm going to put the cuffs on you. And then I'm going to try to make you feel what I've been feeling. And I warn you; it's going to be bad. If the video doesn't solve the problem, maybe the pain will."

He didn't say anything for a while. Finally, he asked, "What if I don't hurt you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, before Isabella comes over, I'd like to practice with you, starting tonight. As soon as you see me start to lose touch with reality, I want you to shake me and bring me back. I'm going to work on being aware of what I'm doing. Will you help me?"

She hugged him. "Of course, I will, Nolan," she said. "I'm so happy you're finally taking this seriously. We're going to sort this out one way or another."

They began slowly, lightly touching each other and then stroking. Why don't we do this more often? thought Felicia. She was in full arousal first. When she began working his penis and testicles with her hands, she saw him starting to drift off, so she stopped. For a moment, he didn't react, but then she saw him snap back to awareness.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Your eyes were starting to glaze over," she said, "so I stopped."

"All I felt was your hands, and then they stopped," he said. "Let's try again."

They worked for two hours. By that time, they were both frustrated. Nolan wanted to attempt full intercourse, but Felicia said that had to wait until Isabella was there. She finally talked him into a 69 position, and both of them came quickly.

The next three nights, they continued to try different ways to keep him in the real world, but Felicia soon realized that nothing was working. "We're going to have to see a therapist," she thought, but she didn't cancel the appointment with Isabella the next night.

Isabella brought three cameras with her, along with two tripods and several standing lights. As she set up her equipment, she explained to Nolan and Felicia that she would be shooting them from two angles and two levels with the cameras mounted on tripods that would be synched to the camera in her hands, which she would use to shoot close-ups.

Felicia wondered if Nolan was thinking the same thing she was, that Isabella was taking a lot of trouble to just show him what he was doing when he went into his trance, but he didn't say anything, and neither did she. She had a hard time keeping a straight face when Isabella explained that she did video filming and production for her company and that she was there as a professional and wasn't interested in anything they did except to make sure it was all captured in focus.

They started slowly, and Nolan was nervous at first as Isabella circled them with her camera. But soon he forgot about her because he was concentrating on his hands and trying to be gentle as he stroked Felicia. His gentleness didn't last long as he began responding to Felicia's hands and mouth.

She got on top of him and gave a quick nod to Isabella before she started to ride him. However, once he started attacking her breasts, Isabella screamed and started to put the camera down to help Felicia. Felicia shook her head and tried to mouth the word "no" and continued riding him as he pulled and twisted and squeezed her breasts and her buttocks. The pain made her shriek and cry, but somehow it was different because she was aware that everything was being filmed even as she was enduring it.

After five minutes of punishment, she reached under the pillow and pulled out three restraint straps. The first she wrapped around his arms halfway between the wrists and the elbows and then she slowly pulled it tight until his arms were forced together and locked it securely.

She continued riding him, but gradually he stopped responding and began blinking his eyes. When he was fully lucid, he looked around. "OK," he said, "you can take the cuffs off, and I'll watch the video."

"Not yet, Nolan," she said. "You forgot what I told you. While I have you restrained, I'm going to do some things to you that I hope will make you understand what it feels like when you are hurting me with your hands. It can't be the exactly the same, because you're not a woman, but I hope it will give you some sense of it."

"No," he said, "that's not necessary. Just show me the video."

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm going to force this on you, just like you forced your hands on me before I found out how to restrain them. Don't try to get up."

But he did anyway. He didn't know what to do with his hands, but he started moving his body to shake her off. Felicia had anticipated this, because just as he began, she rose off his soft penis and moved forward onto his stomach. "Keep filming all of this, Isabella," she shouted as she stood up and then sat down hard on his stomach.

The air went out of him, and he groaned as she got up. Now she jumped on the bed like it was a trampoline and from high in the air, she landed on him even harder. After the fourth time she did this, he lay limply, gasping for air.

"I'm sorry that was necessary, Nolan," she said, "but you're much bigger than me even though your hands are restrained, so I needed to quiet you. Now I'm going to lift your locked hands up and carefully move them back like this until they are over your head. They're forming a small arc up there that I'm going to use.

"Now, let me take your left leg and lift it up. Boy, is it heavy. Let me move over here to get some leverage. That's it. I'm slowly pulling it back over your head and into that arc formed by your arms. Now I'm going to use this other, heavier restraint to attach it to your left arm. There. Now let me do the same with the right leg and attach it to the right arm.

"That's it. Now I'm loosening the handcuffs a little. They only need to be tight enough to keep your legs from swinging out, because the ankles are tightly attached to your wrists. There. All done. I hope you got all that Isabella. I hear you breathing hard. Try to concentrate on being a professional videographer, please.

"Now let me get up and look at you, Nolan. I see you're starting to get your wind back. That's good, because I need you to be fully alert for this. You're all trussed up nicely, and I can easily roll you back and forth on the bed with one hand like this. I hope that makes you feel a little humiliated, but the main reason you're in this position is it allows me to do whatever I need to do without interference.

"When I thought of how you squeeze my buttocks so hard that they become bruised and red, I realized that I couldn't possibly duplicate with my tiny hands what you do with your big muscular hands. But I want you to get the feeling of the deep pain that goes through every inch of me from the thighs to the hips, so I picked this to help me.

"It's a wooden paddle, just heavy enough to magnify my strength, but not too heavy. Let's see if it does the job. There's one. It's certainly noisy enough. You're big and macho, Nolan, and I love that in you, so you're going to try to take the pain silently. Here's another one.

"I'm going to get into a slow rhythm now and not try to swing with all my might like the first two. As you can feel, I'm varying them, some lighter ones and then a really strong one. No pattern. I want to surprise you. Do you have anything to say yet? No, you're still gritting your teeth.

"You're starting to get red, like my buttocks look after you've bruised them. I'm going to increase the pace a little now. That one brought a little noise. I think we're getting somewhere.

"My arm is starting to get a little tired, but I'm going to keep going as long as I can before I take a break. Did I just hear a sob? Let me look at your face. You're crying, Nolan. Do you have anything to say yet? You're a brave man, but I think you're afraid of what will happen if you open your mouth.

"Isabella has one camera trained on your face waiting while she's down here shooting me paddling you. That was a loud sob. I think we're close. I'm getting a second wind, and I think I can go on for quite a while.

"Wow! You finally let go, Nolan. Yes, yes, keep crying. Keep apologizing. I'm paddling you in rhythm with your gasps and your sobs. This is great. We're almost there. I think you're starting to understand how I feel when I can't stop you.

"That's what I was waiting for. You've lost all your dignity. You're screaming at me to stop, begging me like a helpless child. And still I'm paddling you. You are feeling it all through your lower body now, aren't you? I liked the way you screamed out yes. Keep begging, keep crying, let it all out, Nolan. Now you're collapsing in agony and pain and just whimpering. I think that's enough."

She stopped and put aside the paddle. She stroked his rear, and he screamed. "That's how it feels, Nolan," she said. "Just something touching you there is going to be painful for at least a week. There, there. Just cry as much as you want to. Isabella is going to turn off the cameras, and we'll take a break. No, I'm not going to release you, because we're not done. But this was the most painful part, so it's all downhill from here."

After a few minutes, Nolan slowly stopped sobbing, and all was quiet for 10 minutes. Then Felicia said, "You can start rolling now, Isabella. Nolan, you'll see on the video how you were grabbing my breasts and squeezing them hard and pulling them from my chest and twisting them around.

"Since men don't have breasts, I can't do that to you, but men do have something else. Do you feel my hands around your testicles. They are so large, I have to use two hands to get all the way around them. You love it when I manipulate them like this. It usually makes you hard right away, but I think the pain in your behind is affecting you.

"I like it when you play with my breasts, too, even when you squeeze them and pull them, but there's a limit. Do you feel my hands getting tighter. At first, it gets uncomfortable, and then it begins to hurt tremendously. There, I think you're starting to feel what I'm saying. Yes, you don't need to prove anything now. It's all right to start crying and begging.

"Now I'm going to pull your balls away from your body. Do you feel the stretching feeling as they are pulled further and further away? Do you feel like they might be ripped right off your chest, I mean, ripped right off your crotch? It's a horrible feeling.

"But this is even worse, isn't it, when I twist them around and around tighter and tighter. Your body is exploding with pain and you think you'd rather be dead than endure one more twist like this, wouldn't you, Nolan? Do you get the idea? Now I'm going to let you go. What a relief! Enjoy it for a couple of minutes. We'll do this a couple of more times so that you can remember.