"Seema, you haven't heard a word I've said," the woman sitting across the coffee shop table from her complained.
"Oh, Helen, I'm sorry." Thinking quickly, Seema said "You were probably talking about politics, and you know how little they interest me."
"No, I don't think so. You've been quiet and withdrawn all morning. Something's going on with you – now share it," Helen said firmly. "I'm your best friend, and if you can't tell me . . ."
Seema paused in thought. She lifted her napkin to her lips to give herself more time to think about her answer. She listened to the rattle of dishes and the hum of all of the conversations that go on in a busy restaurant, and after a moment she said, "All right, but you have to promise to keep this to yourself. I've never told anybody about this, and if it got out it would just kill me." She looked at Helen intently.
Helen nodded. Seema waited, watching her face. After a pause Helen nodded again and said, "I understand. Not a word to anyone."
Tanking a deep breath, Seema said, "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't my friend." She took another deep breath and paused when the waitress came by and refilled their coffee cups.
She began uncertainly, "Actually, I'm nervous. Jacob's been out of town this week, and we're going to play this weekend."
Helen looked uncertain. "Play? Why should that . . Oh, you mean? Seema, does he . . " She looked shocked. In a quiet, very serious tone she asked, "Does Jacob abuse you?"
Seema laughed. "Not any more than I want him to." She frowned. "I think I need to tell you the whole story. I'm the one who asked him to play this weekend, but I need to explain what it means when he and I play. It started about 6 years ago . . .
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Seema couldn't understand her unhappiness. She had married Jacob two years ago, right after they had both completed their doctorates – his in political science and hers in physics. They had both found tenured positions at a Midwestern land grant university, and life couldn't be going better.
No, it could. For whatever reason, and Seema suspected that the reason was in her, their once exciting love life had turned boring and unexciting. The spark was gone, and its loss was hurting both of them. They were starting to drift apart, and if the physical connection wasn't there, she didn't know if the rest of their relationship would survive.
Its loss would be unbearable. She had been so happy when they were first married. He was a thoughtful lover, a witty companion and it didn't hurt that he was fit and handsome. When they learned that they could not have children there had been a period when they had focused on their work, which had caused them to drift further apart.
Jacob didn't understand what she spent her time doing – his grasp of mathematics was restricted to the statistical work he needed to do for his political analysis, so she had no way to explain the concepts she worked with. In return, she found politics to be appalling – how could supposedly responsible people do and say the things that politicians did? So she had little interest in the things he found interesting.
It seemed they were doomed to drift apart, but Seema determined that she was not going to let it go without a fight. She started with an Internet search – "How to spice up a marriage." That led to 50 Shades that led to – well, she found herself getting excited reading about women being tied up, helpless, while men did interesting things to them.
"What's the matter with me?" she thought. "I don't want to be tied up; I don't want to be spanked or worse." Except she couldn't deny thefrissonof sexual excitement she felt when she imagined those things being done to her.
Perhaps it was because she didn't have to decide – if someone else was forcing her, she couldn't be a bad girl. Or perhaps it was that she needed to escape from the pressures of her normal activities, where she was always in charge, always needing to decide things, always being responsible.
Whatever it was, this might be something that could bring them back together. Except they'd never talked about activities like bondage, spanking, whipping, blindfolds, gags. There had been a lot of "touch me there", "yes that's good", "harder" or "slower" or "lower." They had a pretty good idea of what felt good to each other. But perhaps not such a good idea on what was OK and what wasn't.
Well, it was time to start. Jacob, like many big men, was very gentle. He had a soft touch, and was concerned about her feelings and her pleasure. He had never given any sign that he wanted the kind of relationship the stories described. She didn't either, not in their day-to-day lives. Just in the bedroom.
She pondered the best way to broach the subject. Finally, she decided that the story that had most turned her on was the best way. She hit print, gathered up the pages and stapled them together.
When Jacob got home she told him that she needed a favor. Would he please read this?
He sat down and started to read, but very quickly looked up. His expression was confused. "Seema, what's this about? Why . . ."
She said, "I want to try this, if you'd be willing." Her heart was beating fast as she waited for his reaction.
He frowned and then turned back to the story. He didn't say anything until he had finished it. While he was a fast reader, it seemed to her that it took him forever. She was frightened. "Have I humiliated myself? Will he think I'm crazy or wicked or stupid? Will he still love me if he knows I want to do these things?"
He finally looked up at her, and she held her breath. "It looks like we need to go shopping," he said. She sighed in relief, the tension that had built up slipping away. "Sounds like fun. When do you want to go?"
"Right now would be good. And I know just the place. Let's go" he said.
They pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript strip mall. The sign painted on the wall said Adult Shoppe. He looked at her and said, "Come on, let's see what they have."
Despite its unprepossessing exterior, the store was bright and modern looking. A middle aged woman asked, "Can I help you?"
She licked her lips, but before she could say anything Jacob confidently said, "We'd like to look at some toys."
"Are you looking for anything in particular?" the clerk asked.
"Bondage stuff – cuffs and chains and handcuffs and such," Jacob replied.
"That's over here," the clerk said cheerfully as she headed off to the right.
Seema followed, her head swiveling to take in the gaudy, brightly packaged items, trying to figure out what they were. "Here we are," the clerk said, gesturing to a wall full of merchandise. "Let me know if you have any question," she said as she went back to the counter.
"Well, let's see what we have here," Jacob said as he started reaching for various items. "Hmm, these look useful," as he pulled some padded cuffs from the wall. Wandering further he found silk ropes, handcuffs, various lengths of chain and carabiners to clip things together.
In the meantime, Seema was looking around. She licked her lips nervously as she looked at the items she had found. Here were whips of various styles – she had no idea of their names. There were also paddles, canes and other implements.
She jumped as Jacob came up behind her and asked, "Find something you like?"
She swallowed and whispered, "I think so. There's so much." She closed her eyes and imagined the things on the wall being used on her. She rubbed her firm, round ass, imagining her own tender flesh turning red from blows from the items she was considering.
She shivered as the realization struck her that if she selected anything, this was for real. Reading about other women being bound and beaten was exciting, and it got her juices flowing. But now she was looking at the instruments of her own ordeal. When they hit, they were going to hurt. Could she go through with this?
Her imagination showed her a picture of herself, her curly blond hair plastered to her head with sweat, her arms stretched in front of her by ropes that kept her from moving. Her naked butt was sticking up, inviting a blow. When the blow came she knew it would hurt, but she also knew that it would be exciting.
She opened her eyes and reached for a paddle. It looked like a ping pong paddle, but it was smooth, polished wood with no rubber coating. She also grabbed a formidable looking riding crop.
She looked around and saw the clerk standing next to them. She pointed to a wicked looking strap and asked, "What do you think of that?"
The clerk frowned in thought, looking at her, not the strap. She said, "You're new to this, aren't you?" Seema flushed and nodded.
The clerk said, "I think what you've chosen looks like a good place to start. You may decide you want something like the strap later, but for now, stick with what you have."
Jacob said, "OK, then. It looks like we're ready," and added Seema's selections to his.
When they returned to the car, Seema said, "Jacob, I'm scared."
He reached out and touched her. "What's the matter?"
"I'm worried about us. If we do this." He looked confused, and she continued, "I'm worried that our relationship won't survive. After you've tied me up and beaten me and fucked me, what are you going to think of me?"
She shook her head, sending the tears that were forming flying. "I mean, will you still think of me as your partner, your equal? Or will I start to become a thing to you, one you can use however you want?" She closed her eyes. "Did I make a mistake in suggesting this?"
Jacob shook his head. "Seema, I'll always love you. What we do for fun isn't going to change the way I see you. Except maybe to increase my admiration for you for having the courage to explore a side of you that you I hadn't seen before." He smiled. "I don't think it matters what I say. We'll have to try it to see what happens."
She smiled back, tremulously. She was still worried, but he seemed to have a healthy attitude toward what she was suggesting. "Sure, we can always stop if we don't like the way things work out."
They brought their purchases into the house and deposited them on the dining room table.
"What now?" Seema asked. She felt unsettled, as if her whole life was changing and the change had gotten out of hand.
Jacob said, "We wait." Seema looked puzzled. He continued, "It's Tuesday, we both have class tomorrow. Today isn't a good day to try something this out of the ordinary. "We'll wait until the weekend. We'll have plenty of time then." Seema nodded, and he continued, "Besides, anticipation makes things even more special."
As the one destined to be on the receiving end of things, Seema wasn't sure that she agreed. She wanted to get it over now. While she had put up a confident front for Jacob, she wasn't at all sure that she was going to enjoy the experience. Her imagination had painted a picture, but the reality could easily be different. There might be only pain and no excitement. Or Jacob's reaction might be different from his assurance. Or there were lots of other possibilities. The delay was only going to give her time to worry.
But it appeared that she was going to have to wait. She had chosen to put Jacob in charge, and he was more than happy to take responsibility.
She realized that this wasn't going to be something that just happened once, either, and she mentally gulped. Just what was she getting herself into? Well, whatever the future held, nothing was going to happen to her until the weekend, so she told herself to relax.
She never did. The whole week she couldn't stop thinking about what she had done to herself. On Wednesday she had trouble focusing during her lecture in class, losing her place in her notes several times.
That night, she woke up perspiring and with her heart thudding. She had dreamt that their play session had started and she was naked and tied down. Behind her were sounds, but she couldn't move her head to see who was there. She knew she was going to be raped or worse, and she was helpless to do anything about it.
She rolled over to look at Jacob who was sound asleep. She realized that, in addition to being frightened, she was excited. She felt very wet and could smell her arousal.
Looking more closely, it appeared that he had an erection. She smiled to herself and pulled off her nightgown and then burrowed under the blankets. Jacob slept in the nude, and yes, he was hard as a rock.
She leaned over him and took his cock in her mouth. She licked her way up and down his shaft, bobbing her head as she went. She could feel Jacob stir, but she kept going.
Sleepily he said, "Uhhhh, that feels good."
Removing her mouth, but not letting go of his cock with her hand, she turned to face him and lifted her leg across him, drawing the covers up. He complained, "Oh that's cold." But he went silent when she found her pussy with his cock. She rubbed the tip up and down against her slit to lubricate it. Her pussy was so wet that there was almost no resistance as she lowered herself, taking him completely inside her.
"You know, this is a lot more fun if both of us participate," Seema said as she flexed her legs, moving up and down, moaning as the movement inside her drew her entire attention.
She leaned forward to give him easier access to her breasts. Jacob took the hint and reached his hands up to her left breast, caressing it and then taking it into his mouth where he sucked, nibbled and gently bit her nipple. Seema felt what his mouth was doing as if it directly connected her breast to her clit, and she moaned.
Jacob began to get into the spirit of things, moving his hips up and down to try to get deeper inside her. He grunted with each movement. Without the need for words they began to move faster, as each approached climax. Seema reached it first, throwing her head back and letting out a loud scream, "Oh, yes, yes, yes, oh that's good, oh, oh, oh."
She felt her pussy clench around his warm, lovely cock as her orgasm took her mind away, leaving only sensation. Her orgasm sent Jacob over the edge, and he spurted inside her, grunting, "Uhh, unhh, oh that's . . . Oh," as he let his hips down from where they had been pushing into her.
She collapsed forward onto him as his cock began to slip out of her. "Umm, what a mess you make," she smiled at him.
He smiled back, "But you started it. Tell me what brought this on – not that I'm complaining, mind you. What happened that got you all hot and bothered?"
She rolled off him, and the euphoria she had just experienced washed away, as uncertainty roiled over her. He continued, "Tell me about it."
Uncertainly, with lots of pauses and blushes (she was very glad it was dark) she told him about her dream. "It woke me up because I was afraid, and, I guess, excited," she concluded.
"Hmm, I guess this weekend is preying on your mind. Good." With that, he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Seema took a lot longer to fall asleep, tossing unhappily for almost an hour before sleep reclaimed her.
Thursday was more of the same – things she had been competent to do on Monday became hard, requiring a focus she seemed to have no ability to attain. She stumbled through the day, and that evening it got worse.
Jacob told her, "No more midnight ecstasy – if you wake up horny, don't wake me up – you're just going to have to live with it." There was worse to come, "And no masturbating. I want you fresh and eager this weekend."
She groaned. How would she survive with no relief?
Of course, there was no realistic way that Jacob could stop her from pleasuring herself if she snuck off to do it. But she had turned the process over to him, and it wasn't going to be the way he envisioned it unless she went into it honestly. She sighed and acquiesced.
She had no idea how she got through Friday – everything was a blur. She almost got into an accident on the way home because her mind wasn't on her driving. The adrenaline rush brought her back to reality – or at least close enough to get her home safely.
Jacob wasn't there. Now what, she wondered. He usually beat her home because he scheduled most of his work in the morning – he said he was most alert then. Her schedule tended toward late mornings and afternoons, since she seldom got going very well in the mornings – she needed some time to recover her humanity.
She went up to their room and changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and went down to the kitchen to get something to drink. She thought about a glass of wine, but concluded that would be a bad idea, so she settled on ice water.
Uncertain of what to do next – "When DOES the weekend start?" she wondered – she settled down in the study to correct some papers. Surprisingly, she was able to focus and became absorbed in the process. She was startled when Jacob came in.
"So, does the weekend start on Friday night?" she asked.
He smiled and shook his head. "No, you'll have to wait – perhaps tomorrow, perhaps Sunday. We'll see."
"How do you see this evening going, then?" she asked.
Jacob said, "I'd like to take you out to dinner – a romantic place where we can talk quietly." Seema's eyes widened. "Get changed into something that won't make me ashamed of you when we go dancing afterward." He looked at the clock on the wall behind her and added, "Get going – you have 45 minutes."
With a yelp she jumped out of her chair. Having jumped too quickly, she smacked her knee on the desk eliciting another yelp. She ran up the stairs and into the bathroom, shedding her clothes as she went.
After showering and primping she spent a few breathless minutes in considering her wardrobe. She had always thought her butt was her best feature, but Jacob argued that her breasts were. She decided she'd go with his opinion and wear something that showed some cleavage.
She selected a slinky silk blend dress in red with her green jade necklace. It set off her fair skin and showed her assets to best advantage.
When she presented herself downstairs, Jacob was ready to go. She saw that he had changed he had changed into black jeans with a tight t-shirt and a sports jacket. She wondered to herself how guys could get ready to go without seeming to spend any time or effort doing it, but concluded it was just one of the wonders of the universe and not for her to know.
Jacob drove them down town, and turned the car over to a valet to park. She realrized they were going to Villa Terra Nova, one of the nicest places in town. Thinking about the expense, she started to say something. He saw the look on her face and said, "Don't worry, I've got it covered. It'll be worth it."
After the waiter had left with their drink orders, Jacob said, "I know you've been in a dither all week thinking about our play session. I want to be sure that this is what you want. It's going to hurt. There's no reason to put yourself through it unless you really will get pleasure from it."
He stopped for a minute, looking in her eyes. "You know that I love you. I don't want to hurt you – just the opposite. I want good things for you."
Seema hesitated, the sense that this was a turning point, and things would never be the same again overwhelmed her.
"Jacob," she said after a minute, "I know you do."
She was silent for a minute and then drew a deep breath and continued, "This is something I want to do. I'm afraid of the pain, I don't want the pain. What I want is to give myself up, to be controlled so that whatever happens isn't up to me. I want to be freed from responsibility for my desires, my sexuality, and just accept what happens."
She paused a moment and gulped some wine, not appreciating the flavor. "It may be that I'm so repressed that I can't open up enough, so I need something outside me to loosen me up." she smiled at him. "I want you to force me to do the things I want you to do, deep inside of me. It might be that I know even though it will hurt , it will also be glorious. I'm not sure. But I want to try it. Even though we may never do it again. Or we may make it a part of our love life."
"We'll just have to see," she said, looking at him uncertainly.
He seemed to arrive at some decision. "All right. If we're going to do this, I want to do it right. I've been reading up too," he said very seriously. "We need to talk about limits, about safety and safe words, and what will be a turn on and what will be gross and merely unpleasant."
And they did, for the rest of the meal, only becoming silent when the waiter approached. They agreed on safe words, and they talked about things they might try. She found the discussion both liberating and embarrassing. She also felt closer to Jacob than she had in a long time.
They left Villa Terra Nova and drove to the suburbs, ending up at The Shed, a converted barn, complete with sawdust on the floor, a huge bar running along the side and a very good country band playing fun, raucous music.
They danced, fast and slow. She particularly liked the slow songs, feeling loved and protected in Jacob's arms, and feeling turned on by being close to him.
In the car on the way home, Seema realized that a corner had been turned and tomorrow was going to be very scary indeed. She shivered and tried to relax, remembering how safe and warm she had felt being in his arms as they danced.
The dancing had made her horny. Once in bed she moved close to Jacob and began to gently stroke his arm. He removed her hand with a smile and said, "Remember, no more midnight ecstasy. You're just going to have to wait."
She groaned, but between the wine, the dancing and Jacob's reassuring presence, she fell asleep easily and woke at 7:00 feeling refreshed. Looking around, she saw that Jacob was already up. He had left her a note.
She suddenly remembered what was going to happen today and timorously reached for it.
Seema, I want you to take a long bath. Dress comfortably, as we won't be going anywhere today. Skip breakfast – I have a feeling you'll have a nervous stomach. We'll get started when I get back home
I love you.
She did as he suggested, but couldn't relax. Once dressed, she was uncertain about what to do. She couldn't decide if she needed makeup, or if she should not worry about how she looked.
Finally she took a cup of coffee and went into the study to try to get some work done. It was no use – she just couldn't focus. She got up and turned on the television. Very shortly afterwards she got up and turned it off. She picked up a novel and tried to read, but found herself reading the same paragraph over and over again.
She sighed and got up for another cup of coffee and tried to read the news on her iPad. It seemed to help some, as she got interested in a story about protesters in Bulgaria of all places. She followed links to find out more, and suddenly the door opened and Jacob was home.
She glanced at the clock – it was eleven – and stood up suddenly, turning to face him. He was carrying a bag of something or other. He put it down and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and get undressed. I'll set up down here."
She couldn't say anything, just nodded and headed up the stairs, her heart thumping so loudly she couldn't hear anything else. She stepped out of her flip-flops, then pulled off her sweatshirt and hung it in its place in the closet. She removed her jeans, folded and put them away.
She looked in the mirror, not recognizing the woman she saw. Her eyes were wide, with a glint of fear, but her face and chest were flushed with excitement.
She removed her bra, dropping it into the hamper. Remembering to breathe, she removed her panties and tossed them as well. Exposing her pussy released the aroma of her arousal. She touched herself, feeling the moistness that was already starting.
With a start she realized that she had not been thinking, but had started playing with herself and was getting even more excited. But Jacob had asked her not to masturbate. She stopped, feeling very guilty. Taking a deep breath, she walked out the door and down the stairs.
Jacob looked up from whatever he was doing and smiled at her. "You're very beautiful," he said. She didn't feel beautiful. She felt vulnerable, alone, scared and, at the same time, she felt aroused. She was also embarrassed. She was embarrassed by her nakedness, even though Jacob had seen and touched every inch of her. But even more, she was embarrassed because she knew that he could tell she was excited – her skin was flushed, her nipples erect, and most damning of all, he could see and smell how her pussy was behaving. It was doing it on its own, and she had no way to stop it.
"Please turn around," he commanded.
She did so with a start. She briefly noted that he had closed all the shades and laid out – something – on the dining room table. Before she could tell just what was there, he reached from behind her and put a blindfold over her eyes. He put the Velcro-fastening cuffs around her wrists, pulling her arms and clipping them together behind her back.
In those very few seconds, he removed all chance of resistance and the realization that she no longer had any control exploded inside her. She gave out a moan, not sure what she was trying to express, but feeling as if everything about her had suddenly changed – she was a different woman. No longer self-confident and assured, but now completely helpless, and everything that was going to happen was because of someone else's will, not her own.
He turned her around several times, causing her to completely lose her bearings. When he stopped her, she stumbled, and he caught her easily. He guided her forward, and she walked unsteadily where he directed.
She was brought to an abrupt halt as she walked into an object. The collision was gentle, and she could feel a nubby surface against her belly – a towel, she realized. Jacob stepped away, and she felt her heart beating faster, her stomach tied up in knots. Irrelevantly, she thought, "He was right about skipping breakfast . . . "
Her thought was interrupted when she felt Jacob fastening the other two Velcro cuffs around her ankles. She heard, rather than felt, a click, as he attached something to the right one.
"Move your right foot out, about shoulder width," Jacob instructed. When she did, she heard another click, and her leg was secured. He quickly did the same to her left leg, leaving her unable to move her legs and feeling unbalanced.
She swayed, and he pushed her forward. "Lean down," he said.
She bent at the waist and realized that she was leaning over the back of the love seat.
"All the way down," he said. She bent forward until her face touched the seat cushion. She felt her breasts jiggling, but with her arms bound behind her, she could do nothing to control the movement.
She heard Jacob walk around to the front. He grasped her left arm and unfastened the clip holding them together. He brought her arm down and there were two quick clicks. She tried to move her arm, but it was secured so that she could barely move it. He repeated the same procedure on her right arm and stepped back.
She tried to move, but could only wiggle a bit. Her legs were straight, and she was bent at the waist, her head lower than her ass. Her legs were spread enough that her pussy was completely exposed, and her rear was sticking out, as if being offered up.
She moaned again. She was terrified, and yet at the same time, somewhere below that very powerful primary emotion, she felt at peace. It was if this was where she belonged. And that whatever would happen would be what she needed.
She tried to calm herself by taking a deep breath. It didn't help. She was still terrified.
She started as she felt a touch on her ass cheek. He began caressing her, gently stroking her hips, her ass, her legs. She flinched at each touch, but felt eager for more, especially when his hand moved near her pussy. She moaned when he stopped.
She heard him come around in front of her. He started caressing her arms, shoulders and back. His hands moved to her front and found her breasts. He gently stroked them, starting at the bottom and sliding down toward the nipples. She moaned again, feeling herself getting more aroused.
He continued stoking, starting to focus on her nipples. She gasped when he changed tactics and roughly pinched them. The sudden change from soft caress and gentle squeeze to a painful pinch jolted her.
Still not saying a word, he moved away, and Seema waited tensely for what was to come next.
She heard some movement behind her, as if he had walked into the other room and returned with something from the table. Again, she gave a grunt and jerked at her bindings as she felt a hard, smooth object softly rubbing against her ass. She recognized the paddle they had bought from the adult store, oh so long ago it seemed.
The paddle was gone, and she tensed her gluteal muscles waiting for the first blow. Nothing. She took a deep breath, unable to maintain the tension, and gasped as she first heard, then felt the first blow. "Ohh," she screamed. Damn – that really hurt.
She heard Jacob moving around in front of her. He removed the blindfold. "Are you all right?" he asked anxiously.
She tried to smile at him. "Yeah," she said. "I remember my safe word. This is OK."
He studied her face for a moment, then got up and moved away. He had left the blindfold off, but she couldn't turn her head enough to see where he was going.
She found out when he struck again. She jerked and tried to move away, but she was securely fastened – she wasn't going anywhere.
Another smack hit her other cheek. She grunted, enduring the pain. Another. She screamed again, but this time he ignored it, trusting her to tell him when it got to be too much. He struck her again. She thought, "Damn him. He's not holding back at all. This hurts!" Another smack.
She lost count of how many times he hit her. She screamed, wiggled to the extent her bonds let her, she cried. To the extent that she could think she wondered why she was enduring this. Just one word would stop the whole thing. Yet there was something she couldn't put a name to that caused her to allow it to continue, a warming different from the heat where his blows warmed and reddened her skin.
He stopped and gently stroked her where he had been hitting. She gasped for air, grateful for the respite. He stopped stroking. Uncertain as to what was to come, she was startled when he struck again. "Oww!" she protested. He began a steady rain of blows, striking not only her butt, but her thighs as well.
Her nose began to run, and tears ran freely. As the snot flowed, she began to have trouble breathing, and she gasped for breath through her mouth.
Jacob stopped, and she gasped in relief. He came around to the front. "Are you all right?" he asked.
She took several deep breaths before she could answer. "I had trouble breathing," she said.
He considered her for a moment. Apparently reaching a decision, he said, "I think it's time for a short break." She heard him walk away, but, not being able to turn far enough to see, she lost track of where he went.
She lay there, grateful for the respite. Her tears dried, and her nose did too, so she felt somewhat better. Offsetting that, she was getting stiff and cramped from being tied up. Her ass was sore. She imagined that it must be a bright shade of red.
Time went by, and nothing happened. She wondered where he was and what he was doing. She tried to listen for sounds that would tell her what he was doing, but there was nothing.
Finally, he returned. Kneeling in front of her, he refastened the blindfold over her eyes. She couldn't tell where he went until she felt him gently rubbing her rear. "You were nicely warmed up, but I think we need to go back a few steps, because you're not nearly as warm as you were.
"Noooo," she said, but he paid her no attention.
He struck her with the paddle. He hit her again, and again, and the pain began to overwhelm her. She screamed. She cried. She begged him to stop, but the he continued his rain of blows.
After an what seemed like forever, he stopped. Again, he rubbed her bottom. "Yes, that's about right," he said in satisfaction.
She took a deep breath, knowing that the torture had ended and she had survived. She thought that this wasn't as bad as she had feared. Then she realized that Jacob wasn't freeing her. She heard him leave the room. She heard him return. She wondered what was going to happen next. Is he going to screw me? I think I'd like that.
But he wasn't. She heard the riding crop whip through the air before she heard, and then felt, it strike against her skin. She screamed, louder than she had before, and she gasped. This was even more painful than she had imagined. She couldn't take any more of this!
She struggled and screamed, "No, no. No more. I can't take any more." But she had not said her safe word, so he paid no attention, and the crop stuck again. She jerked, and gasped for air. Again she asked herself why she was subjecting herself to this, and only an inner core of stubbornness – and something else, something warming deep inside her – kept her from stopping.
The crop struck again. This time, diabolically, it hit right at the crease where her cheek met her thigh, winding around to the most tender flesh of her body, striking right next to her pussy. There was a pause, and she hoped that her ordeal might end. But instead, Jacob had moved around to the other side and struck in the same crease on her left side. She shrieked in pain. She tried to speak, to yell, to tell Jacob to stop, but all that she could manage were high-pitched, inarticulate cries, barely audible.
He struck again from the same side, higher this time, and she convulsed in pain. "No, no, please, stop," she cried, but it came out as a mumble. Her tears completely soaked the blindfold, causing it to slip down, so she could see a bit over the top, not that she was focused on anything but what Jacob was doing to her.
He had moved to the other side and hit her again. "Aargh! Oh, oh, that hurts," she yelled. He struck again. She flinched again and recognized that she was completely in his control. She was going to feel the pain of however many times he chose to hit her, and she was powerless to do anything about it.
She cried in despair. "No, this can't be happening. It hurts so much," she thought. She had very few coherent thoughts, but something inside was forcing her to continue. She was going to see this through, no matter what. But she moaned as he struck again, then moved to the other side and struck again.
Just as she began to feel that there would be no end to the pain, no respite ever, he stopped and gently stroked her abused flesh. Her ass cheeks and her thighs were on fire from the paddle and the stripes where the crop had bit into her were lines of pain. Even his now-gentle touch was painful.
There was a pause, and she listened to try to hear what he was doing. He returned and began rubbing something cold into her inflamed skin. It felt good. He stopped for a minute and moved around to her front where he removed the blindfold, stroking her face.
"You were very brave, darling," he said. "I can't begin to tell you how proud I am of you." She stared at him with eyes reddened with her tears and snuffled, "Oh, thank you for stopping." She began to cry again.
He moved around to the back and continued his ministrations. "This is cold cream," he told her. I'm going to put some antibiotic on the welts next, but I wanted to soothe the pain a bit first."
She relaxed in her bonds, realizing that it was over. His hands began to feel good, as he rubbed ointment into her reddened seat and thighs. She realized she was turned on as he continued. He must have realized it too, since he began to gently tease her pussy.
He stopped, and she held her breath. She heard the sound of a buckle, a zipper and cloth rustling. Then she felt what she really wanted, as he slid his cock against her very wet pussy to lubricate it. He gently slid inside her, stopping just short of her painfully red ass. He leaned over her and grasped her breasts.
"Oh, that feels so god, Jacob. Do me, do me hard. I really need it," she said.
He complied, his hips slapping against her painful rear. "Oh, that hurts, feels so good, oh," she said. "Don't stop."
He didn't. He began thrusting into her rapidly. Hard. His hardness felt so good inside her. The pain of his slapping against her ass felt good. She felt as if all of the sensations she had ever felt in her life were happening again, right there in her ass and pussy.
She screamed, "Oh, I'm . . . Oh." She was carried away by the most explosively violent orgasm she had ever experienced. She was vaguely aware that Jacob grunted and exploded inside her, but it was a distant realization, as she was fully engulfed by her feeling of euphoria.
All of the tension left her body, and she collapsed as far as her bonds would let her. She felt Jacob remove the clips from her ankle cuffs, then saw him as he came around and released her from her wrist cuffs.
As he lifted her up, she saw that he had spread a beach towel over the love seat, so all of her bodily fluids had not stained it. She laughed at herself for the thought, but snuggled up against him, realizing how much thought and care he had put into creating this experience for her.
He looked down at her anxiously. "How did you do, baby? Was this what you wanted?"
She smiled up at him. "Oh yes, Jacob, it was perfect."
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She smiled at Helen. "Since that first time we've played a lot – once a month or maybe every other month, depending. So, you see why I'm nervous. And why I'm not worried that Jacob is going to do anything I don't want."
Helen looked at her with wide eyes. She saw a beautiful, poised and self-confident woman and could hardly believe the story Seema had just told her. She tried to imagine Seema tied up, naked, with a man wielding a whip behind her and failed.
"Wow, Seema, that's amazing," she said. "I don't think I'd dare to do what you did. Mind, you," she grinned, "I might enjoy it if I tried, but I don't think I could find the courage to try it."
Seema smiled back, wickedly. "I think you might enjoy it. But now I have to get going. You can't imagine the birthday present I got from Jacob."
