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Subject: Simple Things - D/s, bond., cons., M/f

SIMPLE THINGS

	He sat in the chair across from her, leaning back, his feet
firmly panted on the floor before him, thighs spread, shoulders
resting against the cool smoothness of the overstuffed chair, forearms
drapped casually along those of the chair. His gaze was rigid and
level, staring at where she was kneeling, across from where he sat.
Though his body appeared to be draped in a relaxed, almost casual
manner, she could tell he was tense... perhaps as much as she herself.
	She was leaned back, on her crossed heels, her thighs spread
in a mirror wideness of his own, except that she was naked, while he
still wore his white, silky shirt and tight, thong-like briefs. She
might have appeared to be some sort of Amazon warrior, squatting in a
hut during some war council, except for the fact that her fingers were
laced behind her neck, elbows stretched out wide, back straight to
allow her breasts to jut out and upwards, in the subservient position
he always commanded her to assume whenever they began these "games".
	They had been lovers for some time, and were just now at the
first sure footfall of their new life as Master and Charge... a term
she much prefered to the usual appelation of "sub"... though at times,
she did wish he might refer to her, sternly, as "slave". They had
played casually with the concept of this new kind of relationship, and
were mutually surprised and pleased when they both realized the thrill
it provided for them, and how, in a new and exciting way, it was
completely right for them. She loved kneeling to him, and he loved
having her there. His head reeled when he heard himself ordering her
to perform some task, knowing she must comply, and hers spun with
anticipation as she waited for his orders. And if they had drifted
casually into this strange partnership, they both now knew it was
where and how they truly belonged together.
	So far, they had only had one brief "game" (in person at
least), and the rest of their limited time together was consumed with
more mundane form of cooing and bonding, gentle touches and light,
loving carresses. But this time he had told her, the moment she
entered the room, to disrobe and assume the position at his feet, and
once the rippling thrill of anticipation had rolled through her, she
had quickly complied with trembling fingers.
	So now she knelt before him, awaiting his pleasure, knowing
that his pleasure was always firmly rooting inside the providing for
her own.
	"Look at me" he said, quietly. Her head lifted from its'
lowered, docile fix on the floor before his feet and locked on his
steady gaze.
	"You're beautiful, you know that..."
	She wanted to smile or blush or avert her gaze or whisper her
thanks to her beloved master but she did none of these things as she
had not yet been given permission. Instead she merely sighed, deeply
and enjoyed the tingle that ran up her naked spine.
	After gazing at her a moment longer, his hands moved from the
arms of the chair and his fingers gently gripped the ties at his hips
which held his thong-like briefs together, slowly pulling them until
the popped open and the sheer fabric covering his already stiff and
elert member sagged down, revealing his blood-flushed cock. She gasped
at the sight of it, as she always did, and felt a sudden urge to crawl
to him and gently sweep it between her lips, suckling on it, providing
it with sensations she knew only her attentions could provide. Deep
inside herself she felt her sex clench and release and the first
trickle of her excitement begin to well up.
	One of his hands moved slowly back and came to rest on the arm
of the chair, but the other stayed, hovering over the lightly pulsing
member for a long moment, then settled upon it, the fingers curling
around it's shaft and slowly beginning to stroke, up and down.
	"I've written you a lot of stories, haven't I... some very
interesting stories... about all the amazing things I want to do to
you... to your body... to your mind and your soul... but we both know
that that was all fantasy, don't we... Pure, uncluttered fantasy..."
	Her breathing was becoming shorter as she struggled to focus
on his words, to pull her mind away from her growing desire to feel
and taste and engulf his cock with her every oriface...
	"That's why, tonight, I wanted to keep everything very simple.
No swings... no trampolines... nothing with an engine in it..."
	She smiled and blushed, remembering that particular tale and
the effect it had on her... 
	"Tonight, it's going to be very simple... just a plain
chair... and some cords... of various gages..."
	He cast his eyes over beside and behind her, and she longed to
turn and look, but did not. She had already seen the chair placed near
the center of the room... a simple, armless, wooden chair with a high,
straight back. Nothing fancy at all. Nothing, certainly, on which any
of her fantasies had yet been based.
	His eyes flicked back to fix on her once more and a smile
spread over his lips as he understood what she was thinking.
	"Yes... not very exciting, is it... Well... we'll have to see
what we can do about that.... won't we... Stand up, please."
	Even though his words were polite, she could tell from the
firmness, the strength of his tone that she would have to obey...
would want to obey.. She rose slowly, planting one foot and pushing
herself up, remembering to keep her fingers clasped behind her neck.
She stood before him now, firmly locking her legs in a wide spread
stance, as he had taught her, showing her open, hairless mons and all
her secret places.
	He nodded slowly in approval and at last his hand released his
cock and he stood. Extending an arm, he gestured casually toward the
chair.
	"Over there, please."
	She turned and finally focused on the chair. It was even less
impressive on second viewing that before. The wood was scratched and
the old, dull yellow cushion was worn and bore some stains and
blotches. She was almost disappointed and her elbows must have visably
sagged.
	"You're not happy with my choice?"
	Instantly, she straightened her spine and pushed her elbows
wide, hoping not to earn some dire punishment for daring to show that
something he had planned for her would not meet her approval.
	"Well, we'll just have to make it as interesting as we can
then... Go to it, please."
	She moved to where the chair was and took her place beside it,
standing erect and proud. He moved over to the bed against the wall
and turned down the comforter, reaching under it, his hands seemingly
sorting something there. He tossed a glance at her before returning
his gaze to his activities.
	"No, in front of it, please. Legs against the seat."
	She moved around to the front of the chair and inched back
until she felt the coolness of the wood against the back of her knees.
She stole a glance at him, watching as he lifted a coil of thin rope
from under the comforter and placed it asside, reaching back for
something else. He flicked a glance at her.
	"Why are you looking at me" he said, evenly.
	She sucked in her breath and turned her eyes straight ahead, a
flush rolling through her face.
	"Now, spread your legs, wide."
	She shifted her weight and spread her feet in a wide, almost
proud, defiant stance. From now on she determined to obey his every
command to the letter.
	"Very good. Now, I want you to back up, until your lovely ass
is touching the back of the chair."
	She began to inch backwards, feeling the sides of the chair
seat brush the insides of her knees as she straddled it, moving
carefully back until the cool wood of the chair back touched her
buttocks where she stopped. The seat was wide and forced her to bend
her legs ever so slightly to accomodate it. She kept her gaze full
forward, but from her peripheral vision she saw him scoop up the coil
of rope and move slowly, deliberately toward her, stopping a few feet
away.
	"Yes" he said, observing her dispassionately "I think that
will do nicely. Now, place your wrists behind the back of the chair,
please... against the outer edges."
	She unclasped her fingers from behind her neck and lowered her
arms until she felt the cool wood brush her wrists, then slid them
along until the rested against the outer edges of the back. The
position was unusual... not particularly uncomfortable, merely
strange, as if her body wasn't quite used to being held in this exact
configuration. She wondered what he had in store for her now and
suddenly realized that perhaps this might be a bit more interesting
than she had originally assumed.
	He nodded slowly once more, then moved around behind her, and
a moment later she felt the first end of the long coil or rope
slipping beween slats of the chair back and being wound around her
wrist... twice... three times... four.... being pulled tighter and
tighter against the wood... By the time she felt him move to the other
side, she found her wrist bound to tightly to the chair back by a
gauntlet of rope coils from her wrist to halfway up her forearm...
	She closed her eyes to savor this sweet sensation as he began
working on her other wrist, which was soon secured, and then felt him
kneel, carefully adjust the placement of her foot close against the
back chair leg, causing her to bend her knees slightly more, and soon
it too was lashed to the chair... followed by the other.
	Now all four of her limbs were tied securely to the chair, and
the fact that her knees were slightly bend began to register in her
mind, as she realized that the muscles of her thighs were bearing much
of her weight and beginning to tremble. She flexed them briefly, to
see if she could, perhaps, sit down, but quickly realized that if she
did so, her upper body would be forced far forward in the chair and
her mons would therefore have to press, hard against the forward edge
of the seat.
	As she contemplated these developments, she suddenly felt the
rope being threaded up through the slats in the chair back behind her,
wound over it's top and fed around her waist, pulling her back against
it slightly. It wrapped around her waist several times before she
could feel it being knotted in the small of her back. Then she felt
his arm slip down her spine and drop the rope onto the chair seat. He
came around in front of her and stopped long enough to smile at her
before scooping it up and folding it, carefully, between her legs. He
reached down and gently spread the lips of her sex, delicately, slowly
drawing the rope up the groove and feeding the end through the waist
rope at her naval. He pulled it tight and dropped the rope on the seat
once more, moving around behind her again. She once more felt his arm
slide down and pick up the rope and pull it gently up, so that a
second line joined the first, threaded between the now moist and
throbbing lips of her sex... And then he slowly pulled it tight.
	The rope pressed into her, slipping down on either side of her
pulsing clit, holding it like a pair of clamps and she shuddered at
the sensation, her knees bending involuntarily. When she tried to push
herself up straight, she could feel the trembling in her thighs making
her sink slightly, but that merely pulled the crotch ropes tighter
against the sides of her clit, sliding ever so slightly... enough to
enflame her now billowing lust, but not enough to cause her to cum.
	At last he stepped out from behind her, smiled as he surveyed
his handiword and moved to where the comforter was turned down on the
bed. From beneath it, he pulled out the clamps... a pair of loop
nipple clamps connected by a long, thin chain... Only this pair were
different... this pair had an additional, long chain which ended in
another pair of clamps at the far end.
	What the hell is that for she wondered, until it struck her,
and she felt herself shudder and groan with apprehension mixed with
delicious anticipation.
	He reached under the comforter once more and his hand drew out
the double bullet vibrator... the twin disposable lighter sized steel
ovals connected with long wires to the control box. His hand dipped
down once more and came out with the blindfold... the fleece lined one
he had used on her their very first scene.
	He moved toward her, stopping to smile into her now glassy,
distracted eyes before setting down the blindfold and bullets and
approaching with the clamps.
	He bent over until his mouth was a mere breaths' distance from
her already tight nipple and slowly opened his mouth, allowing her to
watch his tongue as it snaked out, teasingly and finally flicked the
nipple with it's tip.
	She shuddered at the feeling but before she could savor it,
his lips locked on the already tight button of flesh and drew it,
hard, into his mouth.
	"Ooooohhhhhh" she cried as the painful ache of his drawing her
welled through her chest. She closed her eyes and her head rolled back
to savor it, so she did not feel the first bite of the loop around the
now distended and pulsing nipple... Only when he drew it tight and the
shock of that feeling rolled into her chest and rippled down her belly
did she focus on it once more...
	Looking down, she saw his tongue already stalking her other
nipple... followed by the teasing flick and the painful, capturing
suck. But this time she forced herself to stay focused and saw his
quickly slip the loop over the erect flesh and pull it tight, pinching
her.
	Her body was jerking slightly now, the cascade of sensations
causing her to shudder and flinch, which in turn caused the crotch
ropes to tease the sides of her clit and release more shocks that
rippled through her.
	She was already somewhat distracted as she watched him slide
his hands down the length of the chain to where the two aligator
clamps hung, taking them carefully between his fingers...
	He slowly straightened up until his eyes were on hers once
more. She probed deep into the brown orbs and instantly saw and felt
the lust building in him as it was in her, though he was hiding it
much better than she was able to..
	Slowly, he leaned down toward her, his lips moving closer to
her own, and she instinctively leaned to meet him, her eyes slipping
shut. When their lips touched, the kiss was more tender and loving
than any she could remember in her life before... a blending of
spirits exchanging wishes and hopes and dreams and measureless love
through those gently brushing points of contact. Her mouth opened and
she slid her tongue between his lips, feeling it touch his own and
being that heavenly, delicious dance...
	Suddenly she felt his lips close on her tongue and it was
pulled, hard, deeper into his mouth. For an instant she thought she
might be sucked completely into him, as if her throbbing, aroused body
had not substance to prevent his drinking her down... and then she
felt the shock of the clamp slipped beside the crotch rope and closing
on the lips of her sex. She tried to pull back, to cry out at the
shudder-spawning pain of this new captivity, but his mouth drew hard
upon her tongue, holding they faces locked. A moment later the pain
doubled as the other clamp was afixed to her other lip and she felt
them pulled down with a playful, gentle tug.
	His mouth released her tongue and drew away, as if ducking
from her reaction, which was to moan loudly and draw her body down,
curling her spine over, as if this would have any mitigating effect on
the throbbing, aching, wondrous sensations that now pulsed from the
lips of her clamped and captured sex.
	Every muscle in her tensed, riding out the initial shock of
the first clamping of her labia... and then, slowly, it began to
ease... and she could feel the rhythm beginning... as pulses of blood
in time to her heartbeat were pushed between the clamps, each pulse
sended a delicious throb of need up into her sex...
	Slowly, she straighened her back, proud at having bourne this
new feeling... this new capture... this new surrender... and she would
have allowed herself a satisfied smile, if only she hadn't seen that
he already had in his hands the bullets and was already bending down,
reaching for her roped, clamped and splayed mons.
	She felt the press of one of the bullets against her sex and
with a sudden press it slipped deep inside her, as if her hungry body
was drawing it tight and snug inside her. Then she felt the other
pressed against the rosebud of her asshole and it, too, pushed the
cavity open, burrowing it's way into her ass, only to slip fulling in,
held firmly by the reclosing of the tight ring of muscles...
	She was swooning now, her body battered by overwhelming
sensations. It seemed that whenever she managed to adjust herself to
one flood of stimulation, another would beckon from somewhere else on
or in her body. And still, every slight motion caused the rope to
brush... brush... brush her clit... adding it's own special torment to
her capture.
	At last, came the blindfold, settling down over her face and
blocking out the view of him, the room, the world... Now all she had
to tell her she was connected to the earth were the signals her body
was cascading up to her brain, and these were a mixture of aches,
throbs, tickles, teases and agonizing, lustful pets. She wanted to
come... Oh, God, how she wanted to cum... but even rolling her hips as
far forward as she was able against the tight, restraining bondage and
rocking them back couldn't make the crotch rope quite tickle her clit
enough to push her over the edge where she was hanging...
	Then the bullets sprang to life inside her... It was like an
explosion of fire deep in her belly and her entire body shuddered as
if hit by an electric charge. The edge on which she was hanging jolted
up to twice it's height and still she did not, could not, cum....
	This really was torment, she realized. He's keeping me here,
hung at this unendurable peak and not letting me cum... Oh, God, I
can't stand this....
	Her mouth hung open and every exhale was a groan of
overcharged torment... until she felt the gag pressed suddenly between
her lips and the strap pulled tightly behind her head, his voice
cooing in her ear as it was snugly bound behind her...
	"Shhhhh, darling... how do you expect me to get any sleep if
you're going to make such noise?"
	SLEEP?!! Christ, he didn't, couldn't mean it! How long was he
going to leave her here? How much of this was she expected to endure
before she either died from the shock or passed out or God knows what
else?
	She was sobbing, terrified at the reaction her body was having
to all the stimulation and helpless to either stop it or climax and
resolve it. She wanted to fall on her face in front of him, kiss his
feet and wash them with her penitant tears... to beg him to forgive
whatever transgressions she might have made and to please, oh for the
love of God, please, just let me cum, just once, and I'll be yours,
body and soul, heart and mind for all eternity... just please, don't
leave me like this...
	The instant she felt the touch, against the exposed top of her
clit, held open and exposed by the clamps and ropes, and realized it
was his fingertip, she erupted with a brilliant white flashing orgasm
that seared her mind and released a stream of fluid from her tormented
sex, adding a virtual puddle to the chair seat. The cumming seemed to
roll on and on, wave after wave, though he did little more than press
against her clit with the faintest of pressures...
	Oh God, master, yes! Yes, thank you! Oh God, thank you... my
master... my own, my beloved... thank you....
	Eventually the rush began to ebb and she felt her body sagging
forward her legs now trembling beneath her, her head hung, breath
tearing in ragged gasps through her nose... as she felt him lean down
and whisper into her ear...
	"Simple pleasures are the best... aren't they, my love?"
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