Like so many early mornings, the brightness of the rising sun began to pierce the veil of sleep draped over Michelle but as her eyes slowly regain focus she did not find the warmth of her bed. Instead, there was a creeping ache in her legs and a brilliant light before her eyes. Realizing that her head was tilted back, she leaned forward to be greeted with screams from her already sore muscles.
She was standing, or made to stand, in the light and before her eyes seems to be an oddly placed single strand of rope. For a moment the perfect twist of the cord, free from any fraying, hypnotized her with a dance of light and shadow following a dull clicking sound. The cord vibrated with minute undulations that echoed deep within her, causing unsteady gasps rooted in both surprise and pleasure. The tension increased and her vertical body teetered even more on her demure feet.
Curiosity made her look down and she beheld similar ropes encasing her chest. The rope, like long fingers, wrapped above and below her cleavage in parallel bands with more cascading down from her shoulders. These strands fell from the shoulder and cinched the bands between her breasts, making her plain brassiere strain containing her swelling flesh. She struggled, but with her wrists bound behind her back in parallel she only accomplished an obscene juggle of each cup trying to pull them apart.
The cord from above threaded down under the band pressing her cleavage upward, knotting to the end of a gleaming metal shaft. A flex of her inner muscles proved that this shaft bent upward into her. Another click, another gasp, and this hook tried again to press against her hood piercing while straining to reach her cervix. Michelle tried to squeeze, trying to hold back the advance but failed, her calves burning to keep her balance on the slippery metal.
Panic started to wash over Michelle teetering on the very edge of falling over when out of the corner of her eye a figure approached. The light made it hard to focus, but the highly tailored suit placed marked the man as her husband; she had customized that jacket with the extra pockets he wanted. She wanted to speak, to greet him, but his abrupt stop did more to silence her than any other gesture.
He stood, having moved just close enough for his feet to fall out of view while the rest of him remained. Slowly and carefully, as if the circle of light on the floor was lava, he started to move around her left past the point the hook would allow her to turn. Never a word spoken, but her ears picked up the aggressive swish of rattan in the air. She gasped aloud as if the empty space was filled with her skin, afraid of what would happen if it were to truly connect. One final squeeze on the metal within and she was given an answer.
The cane sliced through the air and the very tip dug into her left side, feeling as if it were slicing through but only abrading with the end. Her scream comes with such force that it could not be heard. Another came before the pulsing of the first had even matured to an ache. Panting now, hard enough to make her chest hurt against the rope, her head swooned only to be forced into keeping the balance.
Trembling, more from the sheer force of will needed to stave off the faint creeping up her spine, here eyes burst open with a new attack. The rattan connected, colliding with her ass with a rain of blows she could not count. She felt wet, either from her excitement, fear, or what was surely the cuts from the rough cane, but she remained caught hanging upon a hook. Her limit was approaching where she could take no more, but she would not speak her safe word.
She didn't have to. The rain of blows stopped with but the clacking of the wood rebounding from the floor. Michelle almost leaned back to make some contact with her husband but was caught in his grip before her swooning took hold. She was lifted, happily off the hook, and cut from the ceiling anchor point. Her ears filled with grunting as the hardwood floor passed under her floating body until the creaking of bed springs welcomed her into a collision with pillows and sheets.
Her face buried into the bed, his hand gripped the ropes around her chest and pulled back, the motion impaling her on him until her very cervix felt as if it were close to being entered. Before she could inhale, her hips already bounced off of his with the ferocity of a wild animal. He pounded into her until the very flesh of her ass felt bruised with the force. Her knees slipped on the silken sheets but his motions did not stop as he collapsed above her. His legs bowed and splayed over hers, letting him slip to a new angle. Michelle arched up, gasping for air, desperately trying to stave off her spasms until his climax, but as his fingers curled around her throat and pressed, her mouth opened and released the scream building within. Michelle succumbed to the pleasure enveloping her, gleefully passing out.
When she opened her eyes, she found the rope has been taken off and her cheek rested on his slowly rising chest. Each movement was followed by an equally sore groan from her muscles, but a smile did come to her face feeling the slickness between her legs. He had cleaned up and put away his toys.
Her arm reached for his far shoulder and kissed just above his nipple. He slept so soundly that barely a rustle registered on his face. Her finger trailed down his cheek and around his chin, lovingly tracing his jaw only to let her hand flow father down. Stifling a giggle, she traces round his far nipple and noticed the sheet move. Shifting, she moved the cover off of him and exposed the turgid sex throbbing as it floundered. Drawn to it, she cupped it like gold and slowly stroked, brining even more life into it.
Her body moved more, pressing her other cheek on his belly as she stared at the erect member. The light from the bathroom played on the vein laced skin like the rising of the sun on the moon; rolling around the circumference to fall into the small slopes on the irregular surface. Michelle licked her lips and exhaled through her nose, watching the forceful breath make his skin tighten and member throb. A little clear bead from the tip called to her tongue and a graceful move of her neck brought her lips close.
This was part of her husband, the man that she pledged herself to despite all others in their lives. She was his, but this part of him was hers and hers alone.
Her mouth opened and took him, let those ridges slip over her lips and further. She inhaled as she relaxed, letting him move further until her chin could not move any further. Michelle let her eyes roll in her head, just swallowing, pressing her throat against the sensitive head until the flesh began to swell. A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt his hips flex and was rewarded with his very essence.
Barely had she the time to enjoy her effort did the curling grip of fingers yank back her head. A choking gasp, spitting a bit onto his face, Michelle looked into his eyes pleadingly only to be smacked in the face.
"Again!" he said with his voice deep and raw. "You will never learn, will you?"
Michelle strained against his grip, extending her tongue to lick her spit from his face, forcing her lips curl into a grin despite the ache in her scalp. Staring directly into his eyes with brash determination, she spoke softly, "Never." After about a moment as both looked into the others eyes, she finished, "And you wouldn't want me any different."
She was standing, or made to stand, in the light and before her eyes seems to be an oddly placed single strand of rope. For a moment the perfect twist of the cord, free from any fraying, hypnotized her with a dance of light and shadow following a dull clicking sound. The cord vibrated with minute undulations that echoed deep within her, causing unsteady gasps rooted in both surprise and pleasure. The tension increased and her vertical body teetered even more on her demure feet.
Curiosity made her look down and she beheld similar ropes encasing her chest. The rope, like long fingers, wrapped above and below her cleavage in parallel bands with more cascading down from her shoulders. These strands fell from the shoulder and cinched the bands between her breasts, making her plain brassiere strain containing her swelling flesh. She struggled, but with her wrists bound behind her back in parallel she only accomplished an obscene juggle of each cup trying to pull them apart.
The cord from above threaded down under the band pressing her cleavage upward, knotting to the end of a gleaming metal shaft. A flex of her inner muscles proved that this shaft bent upward into her. Another click, another gasp, and this hook tried again to press against her hood piercing while straining to reach her cervix. Michelle tried to squeeze, trying to hold back the advance but failed, her calves burning to keep her balance on the slippery metal.
Panic started to wash over Michelle teetering on the very edge of falling over when out of the corner of her eye a figure approached. The light made it hard to focus, but the highly tailored suit placed marked the man as her husband; she had customized that jacket with the extra pockets he wanted. She wanted to speak, to greet him, but his abrupt stop did more to silence her than any other gesture.
He stood, having moved just close enough for his feet to fall out of view while the rest of him remained. Slowly and carefully, as if the circle of light on the floor was lava, he started to move around her left past the point the hook would allow her to turn. Never a word spoken, but her ears picked up the aggressive swish of rattan in the air. She gasped aloud as if the empty space was filled with her skin, afraid of what would happen if it were to truly connect. One final squeeze on the metal within and she was given an answer.
The cane sliced through the air and the very tip dug into her left side, feeling as if it were slicing through but only abrading with the end. Her scream comes with such force that it could not be heard. Another came before the pulsing of the first had even matured to an ache. Panting now, hard enough to make her chest hurt against the rope, her head swooned only to be forced into keeping the balance.
Trembling, more from the sheer force of will needed to stave off the faint creeping up her spine, here eyes burst open with a new attack. The rattan connected, colliding with her ass with a rain of blows she could not count. She felt wet, either from her excitement, fear, or what was surely the cuts from the rough cane, but she remained caught hanging upon a hook. Her limit was approaching where she could take no more, but she would not speak her safe word.
She didn't have to. The rain of blows stopped with but the clacking of the wood rebounding from the floor. Michelle almost leaned back to make some contact with her husband but was caught in his grip before her swooning took hold. She was lifted, happily off the hook, and cut from the ceiling anchor point. Her ears filled with grunting as the hardwood floor passed under her floating body until the creaking of bed springs welcomed her into a collision with pillows and sheets.
Her face buried into the bed, his hand gripped the ropes around her chest and pulled back, the motion impaling her on him until her very cervix felt as if it were close to being entered. Before she could inhale, her hips already bounced off of his with the ferocity of a wild animal. He pounded into her until the very flesh of her ass felt bruised with the force. Her knees slipped on the silken sheets but his motions did not stop as he collapsed above her. His legs bowed and splayed over hers, letting him slip to a new angle. Michelle arched up, gasping for air, desperately trying to stave off her spasms until his climax, but as his fingers curled around her throat and pressed, her mouth opened and released the scream building within. Michelle succumbed to the pleasure enveloping her, gleefully passing out.
When she opened her eyes, she found the rope has been taken off and her cheek rested on his slowly rising chest. Each movement was followed by an equally sore groan from her muscles, but a smile did come to her face feeling the slickness between her legs. He had cleaned up and put away his toys.
Her arm reached for his far shoulder and kissed just above his nipple. He slept so soundly that barely a rustle registered on his face. Her finger trailed down his cheek and around his chin, lovingly tracing his jaw only to let her hand flow father down. Stifling a giggle, she traces round his far nipple and noticed the sheet move. Shifting, she moved the cover off of him and exposed the turgid sex throbbing as it floundered. Drawn to it, she cupped it like gold and slowly stroked, brining even more life into it.
Her body moved more, pressing her other cheek on his belly as she stared at the erect member. The light from the bathroom played on the vein laced skin like the rising of the sun on the moon; rolling around the circumference to fall into the small slopes on the irregular surface. Michelle licked her lips and exhaled through her nose, watching the forceful breath make his skin tighten and member throb. A little clear bead from the tip called to her tongue and a graceful move of her neck brought her lips close.
This was part of her husband, the man that she pledged herself to despite all others in their lives. She was his, but this part of him was hers and hers alone.
Her mouth opened and took him, let those ridges slip over her lips and further. She inhaled as she relaxed, letting him move further until her chin could not move any further. Michelle let her eyes roll in her head, just swallowing, pressing her throat against the sensitive head until the flesh began to swell. A tear rolled down her cheek as she felt his hips flex and was rewarded with his very essence.
Barely had she the time to enjoy her effort did the curling grip of fingers yank back her head. A choking gasp, spitting a bit onto his face, Michelle looked into his eyes pleadingly only to be smacked in the face.
"Again!" he said with his voice deep and raw. "You will never learn, will you?"
Michelle strained against his grip, extending her tongue to lick her spit from his face, forcing her lips curl into a grin despite the ache in her scalp. Staring directly into his eyes with brash determination, she spoke softly, "Never." After about a moment as both looked into the others eyes, she finished, "And you wouldn't want me any different."
