Strings Attached

She rolled lazily to her back, her hair falling gently across her forehead. Her toes gently brushed against the smoothness of the sheets as she relished the warmth and comfort of her bed. She suddenly felt the blood rush to her face as the memories of the previous night returned. It had started like so many other of "his" little adventures. First there was the mysterious envelope with instructions and then the box. A small buzz of electricity passed through her body as the image of the contents of the box flashed across her mind.

First there was the fleece lined blindfold. Then there was the leather collar. Then came the wrist and ankle ties; soft and fur-lined, their touch alone caused erotic impulses to pass through her. All of the items were black and devilishly effective in stimulating erotic thoughts. She remembered the flutter in her stomach as she stared at the items. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had been craving somethingmorefor some time... an intense sexual release that would shake her down to her toes. After opening the box she had smiled with a force that conveyed something more than curiosity. It was almost as if she were throwing down the gauntlet and challenging him back. Whatever he had in mind, she was not only going along, but she would surprise him with her own energy and passion. As she lay in bed, she felt her lower lip shunt slightly outward as she re-enacted the same defiant gesture she had performed the evening before.

She had been handed the envelope and instructed to open it. The smirk on his face had been the first indication that something was up. She had coyly asked, "What's this?" but he had refused to answer, shrugging and simply telling her to open it and find out.

The envelope contained a nice card expressing his deep love for her, and as per usual, came with a series of instructions on steps she was to undertake. The first was to open the box he had hidden beneath the bathroom sink. That's when her heart had started beating faster. After opening the box she was instructed to decide whether or not she wanted to take a shower. If she did shower, she was to shave off all her pubic hair, to the best of her ability. Whether she showered or not, she was to take off any remaining clothes and fasten the collar around her neck. Then she was to place the restraints on each wrist and ankle, leaving the extra strap material free to hang from each of the binds. Then she was to place the blindfold on and ...

....

She opened the bathroom door and called out, "Okay, Dr. Kinky, I'm ready."

She jumped as his fingers made immediate contact with her wrist. He had apparently been standing just outside the door. Her face betrayed her surprise and she cursed herself inwardly for already becoming reactive and not projecting a challenging attitude. He drew her from the bathroom and led her toward the living room. He stopped short of entering the living room, in the foyer like area of the house. She was puzzled as he instructed her to stand still in this location.

She heard him walk away back toward the bedroom. She felt a strange warmth coming from in front of her. It soothed her and felt good against her naked skin. She absentmindedly touched the wrist cuffs as she waited. "I am totally up to this," she repeated over and over in her mind. She felt a small seed of warmth beginning to germinate between her legs. She squeezed them together in preparation for what was to come.

There was some rattling of wood and metal as he rummaged for various implements in the bedroom. She pondered what sort of plan he had in mind for her this time. She hoped inwardly that he would bring some of the toys she found so arousing. She was almost embarrassed as she thought about how stimulated she became by having her pussy and anus probed by fingers and various toys. "No," she almost muttered aloud, "I won't be embarrassed, Iwantit. Ineedsomething inside of me." She felt the first hints of liquid begin to accumulate between her pussy lips. "He better fucking bringsomething," she whispered to herself with determination. She felt the muscles between her legs begin to twitch with anticipation as she thought about what he might be bringing. There were the two steel butt plugs that seemed to enter her so easily. They stayed in place too, even during some of her most intense orgasms. Or there was the glass plug she had only experienced once before, and which seemed to almost have more of an effect on him when it had finally been sucked firmly into her ass. She could only begin to picture how the flat glass end looked pressed firmly against her asshole. She swallowed, the heat between her legs starting to permeate the rest of her body. She again felt the waves of warmth that seemed to flow from somewhere in front of her.

She blinked her eyes, but the blindfold did too good a job of blocking out everything. She was tempted to reach up and peek out of the blindfold to see what, if anything, he might have prepared for her. She was just beginning to lift the blindfold when she heard his footsteps approaching. She smiled, a defiant smile that said, "I'm ready, are you?"

"First we need to get you 'situated' properly," he said, putting a bit of weight on the word 'situated.' She heard the sound of poles striking the hardwood floor and her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to picture what he was doing.

"You look incredibly sexy," he said as she felt his fingers gently grasp one of her nipples. Her mouth opened involuntarily and she drew in a breath. He pressed his lips against hers and drew her body against his, his fingers still firmly locked on one nipple. Their tongues touched briefly before he withdrew, rolling her nipple gently between his fingers.

"Mmmmm," she moaned loud enough that he would know she was an active participant in his little game. The nipple that he had been manipulating hardened and she could feel the cool air against the stretching skin.

"Spread your legs," he instructed softly.

She smiled and edged her feet about a foot apart as she heard him pick up something from the floor beside her.

"Wider," he said firmly from below and in front of her.

She boldly spread her legs widely and wiggled her hips suggestively.

"Mmmm," she heard him say softly as she felt a finger gently dragged down the crack of her ass. She felt her leg muscles tighten at first and she fought the urge to withdraw and instead pressed her ass back against the finger which had almost reached her nether core. The contact ended just prior to making contact with the sensitive lips of her pussy.

She drew a ragged breath as the touch of his finger was withdrawn. She felt a slight tug on her left ankle as something hard, wood perhaps, bumped against the back of her heel. There was a pause for several seconds as she felt the cuff around her ankle being tugged gently. Then his hand was on her right ankle.

"Move it just a little more outward," he said with gentle pressure against her ankle. She complied and felt the cool air touching the newly formed wetness that had accumulated on her now exposed pussylips.

He continued to work as she felt something solid bump against the back of her right ankle.

"There," he said, "put your legs together now."

She wasn't fooled by him and playfully tried to bring her left leg over to join her right, but as she suspected, he had tied her ankles to a wide spreader bar so that she could not bring them together. She felt the wood of the spreader bump against the back of both heels as she tried vainly to comply. His hands gripped her firmly at the waist so that she would not accidentally topple over.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," he said sarcastically as he stood up, well aware she could see nothing and go nowhere.

She heard him walk away briefly. He returned and she heard what sounded like a chair being set down in front of her. She expected to be instructed to sit down, but the order was never uttered. Instead she heard some rustling above her head. Then she heard a thump on the floor as he apparently stepped down from the chair. She heard the rattle of wood as he picked up something from the pile he had deposited earlier. Then more rustling from above.

Finally she heard his voice from somewhere above her. "Give me your left hand," he instructed. She lifted a hand and offered it to him. "The other left," he said with a chuckle. She giggled as she lifted her other hand and offered it to him. He firmly lifted it above her head and she felt the cuff on her wrist tug upward as he tied it to something. She tried to picture where she was in the house and what he could be tying it to, but nothing came to her.

"Now your other hand," he demanded. She complied and it too was lifted and tied above her head. He drew on the strap attached to the wrist cuff and her arm was drawn even further up and away from her body. She was pulled slightly forward and she bent at the waist to accommodate this. Her heavy breasts swung freely from her body. She felt heat in her breasts as the blood rushed to her engorging nipples.

She heard him step down and pull away the chair. There was a moment of silence.

"Probably the most erotic vision I've seen in a long, long time," he said with a lustful tone.

She felt her body flush at his words. He moved to her side and she felt his breath against her cheek as he leaned in and whispered. "You are mine. I will touch wherever and however I want." She felt his hand graze her buttocks before sliding gently up her back. His hand continued up her back, over the nape of her neck until suddenly his fist was full of her hair and her head was being slowly tilted back. "You are my horny little slut to play with," he said in an almost demonic whisper. "I'll bet you anything that that pussy of yours is already dripping wet." She was almost too overwhelmed to react. She felt a trickle of fluid down her inner thigh.

"Now," he said slowly and deliberately, "we get a little kinky."

She noticed her breathing was becoming heavy. Her nipples were pointing outward like attentive soldiers, ready for action. She again opened her eyes, but there was nothing to see but the blackness of the blindfold.

He continued to hold her hair in his fist and she felt his lips begin to search for hers. She wantonly opened her mouth, her tongue reaching out in search of his. She felt his other hand cup her breast and she moaned loudly. Her ass and pussy openings fluttered as the muscles flexed involuntarily.

Their mouths locked as his hand pawed her breast, pinching the nipple firmly and drawing it away from her body. She drew an intense breath through her nose as their tongues entwined in anticipation of even more pleasurable acts to follow.

He gave her nipple one last good squeeze and twist before releasing it and she gasped, withdrawing her mouth from his persistent tongue. She was leaning with her full weight against the binds on her wrists, willing her breasts back into his manipulative fingers.

He pulled away and observed her panting. His hardened cock strained against the confines of his pants.

"Now we just take our time," he said, sitting back in the chair and crossing his legs. "What shall we do?" He paused, rubbing his chin, although she couldn't see it. "What shall we do?" he repeated as if in deep thought.

He simply watched as she swayed in her binds, testing the limits to which she could move. Usually he tied her up fairly loosely, almost to the point where she could free herself easily if she wanted to. But not tonight. Tonight she pulled firmly against the binds on her wrists and ankles and found little movement available. The thought of her true helplessness only added to her passion and she found her body vibrating against her ties.

She couldn't know it, but he picked up a glass of wine he had poured earlier and sipped calmly as he took in the erotic sight of his naked wife, spread eagle before him.
Her breasts dangled, the nipples engorged with blood, the aureolas large and dark pink. The gentle curve of her full breasts as they hung freely below her outstretched arms was almost more erotic than he could stand. His cock thumped almost uncontrollably against his thigh, constrained by his pants. Let free it would have pointed skyward and throbbed against the air surrounding it, seeking any kind of friction in an attempt to satisfy its desperate need for release. But he knew that would come in time. And in the location, or perhaps 'anatomy,' of his choosing.

He set the wine down. He noticed that her breathing had stabilized. She almost looked like she was smirking at him. He chuckled lightly, the irony striking him as funny, given that she appeared more helpless than at any time in their previous lovemaking sessions.

This night would not be like any others. "Nope, not this time," he said quietly.

Her head turned slightly, the smirk interrupted by a confused look, brought on by the words she thought she heard.

She heard him stand up. "I'll be right back. I'm going to get a few 'things,'" he emphasized the last word. He left for the bedroom.

Her mind was both blank and swirling. She was helpless... much more helpless than she'd ever been before. It was disconcerting, to a degree she had never experienced before. She tugged on the binds, but they didn't yield. She felt the cool air against the wetness spreading surreptitiously out of her pussy, but there was still the unexplainable warmth striking her from in front.

"I'm not sure I'm up for this," she pondered as the tug-of-war between her controlled persona fought desperately against the deeply guarded slut that wanted to yield entirely to her animal passions. Her thoughts turned just momentarily to a subject they had been discussing just a few nights previously; female ejaculation. She felt a flutter as she pictured her juices flowing freely from her pussy in her bound state. She felt herself wishing she had taken the time to read the book he had described to her, which provided instructions on how a woman could achieve female ejaculation through a G-spot orgasm.

Her thoughts were interrupted by his return. He once again leaned in and whispered into her ear. "We're going to play a little game," he explained. "It's called 'What's the Right Answer.'"

He saw her smile.

"Don't think you automatically know," he warned. "Never 'assume,'" he said, beginning to quote a silly saying they often used on each other. It usually ended with the words, "because by 'assuming' you make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me,'" but instead he said, "because if you assume, I'm just going to use the 'ass' of 'u' to satisfy 'me.'" Her asshole spontaneously fluttered at his words. His right hand firmly gripped one of her asscheeks and pulled her ass open, exposing her twitching asshole to the open air.

She moaned involuntarily.

"Are you ready to play?" he asked with an aggressive tone.

She nodded meekly at first, but then more vigorously as she reminded herself to be more aggressive. She almost laughed aloud at the thought of being more aggressive when her entire body was bound helplessly. But she knew inside that a few subtle movements and moans could go a long way toward drivinghimnuts.

"In this game," he began, "I ask you a question. If you get the answer right, you get one point. If you get the answer wrong, I get to do something with you. Any questions?"

She thought for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

"Yes, what?" he asked.

"What do I get for earning points?"

"Hmmm," he said dismissively, rubbing his chin in a mock motion, "I hadn't actually thought about that."

She smiled, fully comprehending the evil purpose of his 'game.'

"We'll just have to figure that out as we go," he said. "Are you ready to start?"

"Okay," she said, preparing herself to have some fun with the whole scenario, although she was pretty sure that he would arrange it so that she was unable to correctly answer any of the questions.

"First question. What is my favorite color?"

She smiled, almost a smirk, as if the question were a complete setup. "Blue," she said firmly.

"Wow!" he said, "you're right. I guess you get a point. Well played!"

She smiled again.

"Well wait a minute," he said, looking around as if trying to locate something. "I guess we're going to have keep score. I hadn't counted on this."

She rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold.

He continued to look around as if searching for something to write on. "Wait," he said suddenly, "I've got it." He stood up and she heard the gentle rattle of a chain as he picked something up. "Here we go," he said, "we'll use this to keep score." She automatically tried to open her eyes to see, but to no avail. Suddenly she felt his hand firmly gripping her left breast. He was squeezing the base of the breast, causing the nipple to stick out obtrusively. She drew in a breath as a small clip closed on the sensitive flesh surrounding the nipple, squeezing it to a point that bordered on pain, but caused flutters of excitement to course through her. Then her left breast was released and the same thing repeated with her right breast. She moaned as he released the right breast and both nipples were tugged downward by the weight of the small chain connecting them.

"Okay, you have one point," he said, "so I'll use one of these to show you have one point." Then she felt a small tug on both nipples as he hung something of small weight on the chain.

"There, one for you. Ready for the next question?" he asked.

She nodded slowly, her body struggling just a little on the border of the mixed pain and pleasure emanating from her clipped nipples.

"What isyourfavorite color?"

She chuckled, but winced at the realization that this question would undoubtedly lead to another weight being placed on the chain and increasing the pressure on her nipples.

"Answer truthfully," he reminded her. "I know the answer and believe me, you do NOT want to get caught cheating... no, definitely not."

She pondered for a moment. It was such an obvious setup. She knew the answer he expected. But what would he do if she didn't give it to him? The clips on her breasts were eliciting a tingling sensation that was already more pleasurable than painful. What would he do if she gave the wrong answer? Her mind raced with possibilities, most of them causing further arousal. But she decided for now that she'd go along and answer the question truthfully. Perhaps a little more tug wouldn't really hurt that much.

"Purple," she replied clearly.

"That's right!" he said with mock astonishment. "You're really good at this game. Well, I guess that means you have two points."

She felt another tug on her nipples, but considerably more weight this time, and rolled her head back, trying to control the initial wave of pain. At the same time, she felt another breath of air touching her moistening pussylips.

"Okay, question number three," he said with an excited tone. "You were married in what year?"

Her initial reaction was one of confusion. She had been married twice... in different years. Was this some kind of trick question? Was he making sure she couldn't answer this one correctly? Which year was he looking for?

"C'mon," he said encouragingly, "time's running out,"

"Ahhhh...," she mumbled, still trying to outsmart him.

"Ehhhhhhnnnntttt!" he said loudly, making the sound of a loud buzzer. "You've run out of time. Golly, and I thought that was an easy one... you had two correct answers to choose from for that question."

She sighed in exasperation. She had overthought the whole thing. She should have simply answered with either year. She bit her lip in frustration.

"Well, well," he said, "point to me. And I think I'll take that point by doing a little 'preparative work'."