Honeymoon In Bondage

Chapter Two-2

“Few minutes of what!” she blurted, hardly calmed at all.

“Hush!” his voice came on stronger. “Did you listen to what I said? You didn’t, did you? Now, go climb up on that chair while Robbie’s getting the equipment ready.”

Equipment! She sought out the old plastic chair for the scant support it afforded, and watched in dread while Robbie dug into a black bag he’d brought with him. She was unable to see what he laid out on an adjacent table – maybe she didn’t want to. But when he snapped a pair of latex gloves over his hands, she almost fell off her shaky perch.

Alain reached out to steady her, and for a moment stroked her back affectionately. When he let go, he stepped away and assumed his firmer guise. He knew that in his wife’s flagrant imagination, a nightmare’s worth of horrors were already taking place.

Finally, when Robbie laid a towel on one end of the workbench and nodded at his friend, Alain set the scheme in motion…

“On your back, Meredith, against the bench!”…and the die had been cast.

Lying back against the hard wood, Meredith focused on the present moment with continuing trepidation.

A toy? he’d said. Like the Packard beside her. To be tinkered with…

“Alain…” she mouthed his name, but no sound came out.

While she suffered, her husband worked efficiently. He’d taken off his suit coat and was busily pulling her arms up over her head, tying her wrists together and then anchoring the ropes at the base of the table. Her long legs dangled down at the other end – of course there was nowhere else to put them, which made the position uncomfortably strained. Her breath was short, her body heaving with anxiety, but the rush of excitement the situation produced turned her nervous jitters into something dreadfully erotic. Already she could smell the fragrance of her s*x wafting through the open air. Any touch against her crotch would have been like an electric shock and she might have spontaneously erupted into an orgasm. She wasn’t that lucky.

When Alain finally moved to the far end of the bench, he grabbed her legs by the knees and pushed them back, spreading them to expose her crotch – from the bud of her c******s to the tight rosette of her anus.

“Alain, please!” She was about to cry, but he silenced her quickly.

“Meredith! Your surrender is your gift to me. I thought you would handle this better.”

The subtle admonishment seemed to strike her where it was most effective, easing her moment of panic just as it was intended to do.

While Robbie waited on the sidelines, Alain began to bind her legs to the workbench so she could maintain the legs splayed position without a strain. Finally, he moved to her side and forced her frightened eyes on his. He placed his palm against her cheek, giving it a soft smack.

“Oh, I wish you’d punished me right then. It would be all over now,” she cried.

“If you think this is about dinner, it’s not. It was all planned weeks ago.”

“What was planned?”

“The piercing.”

“Piercing!”

“Shush.” He moved his hand to her belly and pressed there. “Look at me, Meri. Look in my eyes. When I claim you are my toy, my trinket, I mean that. Your body belongs to me. Or did you forget your vows?”

“No, sir. I…ah…just…”

“Shhhhhhhhhhh. There’s no reason to cry.”

Though she nodded her consent, she could not prevent the tears from forming in her eyes.

Alain’s fingers moved even deeper into her crotch, threading their way between her pubic lips and fastening against her c******s where he gently pressed the small bud. Just this simple touch and he could feel her energy drop deep in her belly.

“We discussed this weeks ago,” he reminded her, “when you were happy to imagine your body pierced for my pleasure.”

He worked a finger slowly against her clit, expanding what was already beginning to throb in that excited place.

“But I thought it was just s*x talk…” she breathed out remorsefully.

“Of course, it was s*x talk. But it was also real.”

“But, Alain, you said you’d never do anything this drastic—I mean without first—” she started to ramble on.

“Hush,” he whispered quietly. He was a man given to subtleties, with just the set of his mouth he conveyed firmness and amusement; a softness to allay her fears, and a resolve to assure her that he would not be backing down despite her fears. He knew his wife was filled with longstanding desires that would only see fulfillment if he were to take the reins and make them happen. On her own, she would easily back down, which was why he didn’t give her many choices when it came to how they played with their sadomasochistic kink. He went straight to her heart; he knew what she truly wanted. He had also combed the depths of his own depravity and shared that with his wife-to-be. She vowed to him when they made the decision to marry that she’d erect no barriers to prevent him from realizing his longstanding desire for a submissive female in his life. Every step he took with her since that day had been a test to see if the enthusiasm for submission she spoke of was truly real.

Still, there were times like this when he could feel the fight in her, when she’d grasp at anything to change his plans.

“For a wanna-be submissive, you seem to be waging quite a war with yourself. I’d suggest you stop thinking for once and let me do that for you. This is my game, Meredith, my rules. You just let go and be at peace.”

“Yes, sir.” She was very much consoled by the time he was finished with the preparations. Something seemed to change in her during the exchange. While his simple words had talked her down, the gentle fingers on her pubic slit slowly moved her to an erotic state of mind where everything began to be a little fuzzy. Her eyes softened almost deliriously, her heartbeat slowed and her breathing deepened. Her entire body seemed to sigh, and at that moment he turned her over to the waiting Robbie.

The man knew his kink well. He understood the plan and swiftly executed the piercings that Alain wanted. A lot for Meredith to take in a single night, but who was he to argue with the scheme? While Alain ran an affectionate hand through her hair, Robbie teased each n****e into tight knots, judged the location with his bare eye, then aimed with the needle, swiftly piercing it through the small brown buds.

Meri arched her back each time, letting out a small but plaintive cry as her body spiked with pain and then finally settled down.

“Now was that so bad?” Robbie smiled at her mockingly.

She gulped, and refused to speak.

“Just a couple more and we’re done,” he said.

Learning that there would be more, her eyes went wide in wonder, but she said nothing. Her endorphins seemed to have taken charge so that even as Robbie Carvello moved between her legs and fiddled with her inner s*x lips, she showed little cause for concern. She moaned as his gloved fingers probed her, as his digits came up wet with her juices. He tugged at her s*x lips several times, feeling the flesh and making his plans. Meanwhile the aroused subject seemed to have found a steep slide into the valley of erotic desire. She made no sudden moves or protests now. Even when Robbie pulled off one pair of latex gloves and replaced them with another, even when he tugged at her inner labia hard, she barely seemed to notice. Even when his needle pierced right through the small sliver of pubic flesh she hardly uttered a noise. Her body flinched to be sure, her back arched again, and she opened her mouth in a silent cry, but that was all. She seemed to absorb the pain and let it work its way through her body, gathering steam for an impending climax – perhaps.

As he pierced her other inner labia, her body spiked again, and her hips involuntarily shifted back and forth.

“Hold still!” Robbie ordered, and she finally settled so that he could push the rings through the piercings and set the captive beads.

Watching the delicate procedure, Alain was certain that if Robbie had kept going with more piercings, she would have been driven toward an urgent climax with the next sharp stab of a needle. As it was, she was left with a violent need to come.

With Robbie finished, Alain moved in close and gently tugged each new piece of body jewelry, as if he were claiming it as his own. He finally began toying with her hole and clit, letting the massage take her exactly where she wished to go.

“You think you need to come?” he asked her.

“Oh, Alain…oh…please, sir, if you would…” she could barely speak, but the desire was clear. Already here hips were thrashing back and forth as the feelings inside her moved fervently toward that sweet moment of crisis.

“Some day, I will tie you down so tightly that there will be no way you can move even a muscle when I’m playing with you. How would that be?” he said, this time grabbing not the ring but the sore labia where she’d just been pierced. He squeezed hard, causing a sudden rush of pain to rocket through her body.

“Ohdeargod…” she gasped. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“Maybe I don’t want you to come now. Maybe I want to take you first, or let Robbie have you, or not let you come at all.”

“Sir, please!”

“Wouldn’t that be adequate punishment for your lousy memory, Mrs. Danvers?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, though her face twisted into a pained grimace.

“You wouldn’t forget dinner next time, would you?”

“No, sir.” Her voice was strained, and her back still arched, as that fine river of pain extending from her tortured labia went on in an endless stream. “I’m sorry, sir.” She became more desperate.

“But you still want to come?”

“Please, sir…” she barely gasped as he continued to deliver the small, but very effective punishment.

“Then you can beg for it.”

Oh! What a sadist he was!

“Please, sir, I do so wish to come, if you’ll permit me. I’m so very close.”

There were times when Meredith followed no pattern when it came to orgasms. Alain didn’t lay down strict rules, when she could and when she couldn’t. Maybe a day here and there, if he wanted to make a particular point, when he would forbid her from m**********g. But he preferred no long list of hard and fast regulations in this area, which always kept her guessing. But there was no guessing about his intention now. She was his to control and no matter how deeply her body yearned to finish off this dreadful torture with a fevered climax, she would rein in her desire until he gave his word.

“More, Meri,” he answered her plea.

“I’m so frantic, sir. It hurts so much. Please, please, I promise I won’t forget anything again…I swear…” she was regularly given to overstatement, “…Oh, dear god, I can’t hold on.” In addition to the pain inflicted on her poor s*x flesh, Alain had begun to tease her clit and v****a with his other hand. “Oh, but I can’t…” she swore.

“You can and you will until I give my permission,” he shot right back, without letting up.

Part of him wanted her to fail because failure would mean more punishment. A turn with the whip or the paddle. A night in the closet bound and alone. With his mind now bent on sadism, he could think of no finer ending for this night than to see her punished before she was allowed a physical release.

He could always pull away from her and force her to wait, tie her to the bed and make her body grovel on air the entire night. So many options. But it would take a split second decision to initiate that plan – he’d almost taken her too far and a decision needed to be made now.

With no warning given, Alain stopped the endless rain of pain, with his fingers moving deeply between her freshly pierced labia to her molten v****a. He thrust several into her wet love hole and began to f**k her hard, while taking her c******s between two fingers and squeezing the sensitive bud.

“Come, Meredith,” he said quite calmly. Even then, he recognized the signs of her climax in the physical responses of her body. Taut as a bow, body strained, for a brief time seizing up then finally releasing as her p***y exploded with its s*x juice and the voice of her climax rising into the air.