It was late in the afternoon when they finished. They went straight to the restaurant. While he made dinner she sat on a chair shamelessly toying with her freshly made piercings. Pulling hurt, but when she moved them gently and slowly they cause a fun tingle. In them middle of a restaurant with her legs well spread, and her hand in her crotch, she enjoyed herself.

-Having fun?- He arrived with the dishes.

-Yes.- She simply looked up, not bothering to cover herself or move her hand aside. For the first time she understood his lack of concern for social manners. At that very moment she knew exactly what she wanted and she was no afraid of showing it. There was no need to pretend or to hide.- Do you like what you see?- He placed the dishes on the table and left.- Poor thing. He's shy.

Along the rest of the day she couldn't focus on anything, wondering how extreme would be the extreme mode. Being pierced and tattooed already felt quite extreme, but so far hadn't included any bondage. Above all she hoped that whatever it was, Cullen would sleepwalk again and make her experience more pleasant.

When the hour came, the process started as usual. He walked her to the basement and patted her down, looking for a file, she guessed. That day she decided to stop fooling around and was simply weared a semitransparent tank top and a pair of panties. After all he had already seen and touched everything there was to see and touch.

The application of restraints started in the same order. Again the canvass hood, followed by the thicker collar, the one that had numerous D rings, alng with the metallic blindfold and ring gag. Aside from that everything went differently.

To begin with, he made her kneel inside the cage, in the hole, and rest her face on the matress. Specifically he asked her to grab her ankles with her hands but with her arms between her legs, not before lowering her panties down to her feet. With four cuffs and three padlocks he linked the four limbs together. On that posture her back had no support and her weight was resting on her neck, arms and calves. On the other hand her pussy was well exposed and thus her arousal made obvious, both by fluidity and smell.

The next part was deviously brilliant, or perhaps, brilliantly deviant. And array of thin chains were attached to her nipples and labia, linking the rings pierced there, to eyebolts all around the cage. Her breasts were pointed to the sides as far as they could go and her labia spread as much as Cullen was able to, while always trying to avoid gratuitous suffering. She could feel her must intimate flesh awkwardly extended, and as soon as she moved even a tiny bit, she immediately felt a pang of pain.

There was no need for more bondage, as she was already immobile, for her own sake, but he still added a bunch of chains to the collar and ankle cuffs, for some reason. When he got bored of adding chains, he closed the grille and on top of it the trapdoor.

In that posture she found sleeping impossible. It was awful. Her pussy and nipples were fine as long as she didn't move, but her shoulders and neck ached badly, specially as time passed. In hard mode the problem was immobility. Hard but bearable. Extreme was straight up torture. He had advised her against it and she didn't listen. At least, her only relief, was the hope of being well fucked by a hard cock. The arousal that filled her mind all day long was gone substituted by pain in her mind. That hard cock would be her savior. But it didn't come.

The next day, when he at last opened the cage, she was wrecked. She had no energy to think, smile, walk, or even breath. Her body ached all over. Her face was sticky for having spent all day sloching in her own sweat and saliva. She was in desperate need of some kind words. Or a hug. Or a cock. He kindly and patiently helped her flex her muscles but offered no emotional support and no explanation.

-Why didn't you sleepwalk last night?- She whispered, as soon as she managed to stand up.

-Excuse me?

-Am I disgusting to you now?- She had spent the whole night going over his words and gestures again and again, trying to find the logic. She had reached many different and often opposite conclusions, but the one that made more sense was that the piercing and tattoos had made her unattractive.

-Of course not.- Dejected, she leaned against the wall to rest for a bit. Then started walking slowly, in the direction of her bedroom, not the restaurant like the other days.- Maybe it was best. I sometimes hurt people when I sleepwalk.- He added by himself, an answer independent to her question.

-Sleepwalk, right...- She replied sarcastically, but was too tired to delve into it.

She spent the rest of the morning and afternoon sleeping, with a pause in the middle to go take lunch, during which she actively avoided speaking with him. Only late in the afternoon she found the strength to feel emotions. And she felt anger. Not because he hadn't visited her last night in particular. He had the right not to do so, and he certainly had made no promises in such direction. She was angry because of the lack of an explanation. He hadn't visited her in her bedroom either, with that perfectly good bed. His behavior made no sense to her.

When she found out that her husband was cheating on her, he had done it at least ten times already. Her pride stopped her from asking. Time passed, his betrayal continued, and it came to a point that she didn't even want an explanation. It was too late. But that was her old self. Her new self had fucking rings in her pussy and an enormous fucking tattoo on the middle of her chest. Her new self was daring, and cool, and horny. Her new self asked questions.

She kept thinking on what he said about pain. He warned her about it. And yet he chained her in a painful way. She had assumed that he didn't want to hurt her. Maybe it was the other way around. Maybe he did want to hurt her. That would explain his silences and his coldness and his lies. He was insulting and diminishing her. Toying with her. Mocking her. On the other hand he had said exactly the opposite. That sometimes he hurt people while sleepwalking. Except that he had done the exact opposite to her, giving her pleasure. He hadn't hurt her while sleepwalking, but the exact opposite.

That night, after fnishing dinner, she went to her bedroom wearing one of her husband's old tshirts, that she sometimes used to sleep, after ripping the neck part to show more cleavage. Wearing only that she went to the bottom floor of the tower, the public area and pretended to read a book. When he finished his chores of the day and went to his quarters, she waited twenty minutes more. At that point she was sure that he was not busy, and that he was awake because he had the lights on. It was the moment. She walked across the chill courtyard and knocked on the door. He made her wait a couple of minutes, enough time to both harden her nipples and piss her off.

-Yes?- He asked curtly. She replied in the same fashion and entered in the room.- Excuse me...

-Why didn't you...?

She was about to go to the point when she noticed that he had a bulge on his crotch. She looked around and found a running computer on the corner of the room, in front of his bed, next to the door to his private bathroom, but with the screen off. She went straight there. Surprised by his boldness he was late to react, and when he did so he realized that he had left the door open, having to go back to close it. In those brief seconds she turned on the screen and found what he had been doing.

-That's private!- He raised his voice for the first time. He was nervous.

There was an open folder with lots of pictures and videos of women in chains. Some of them pierced or tattoed. Some of them restrained in very similar ways to the ones she had been doing, or in very similar sceneries. Many of them weren't even naked. The chains were the issue. Bondage porn was the one he liked.

-Well, this explains why you can fuck me in the dungeon but not in my bedroom. Doesn't explain why not yesterday.- She kept looking at the pictures and found some women being hit by a cane, paddle or similar instruments. Impossible to know if it was real or faked.- And you like pain, it seems. I was in pain this morning, why didn't fuck me?

-Because...- He frowned visibly and shook his head, taking a moment to respond.- Because you asked me to hurt you the less possible.

She nodded. He wasn't wrong. Indeed fucking her with all those chains pulling on her cunt lips would have hurt a lot. Possibly tear the skin off, which was freshly pierced. He didn't found her disgusting. He was masturbating with pictures of ladies that looked a lot like her. Probably had done so the previous night. She was about to open the door and leave but she found something else to say.

-Tomorrow morning a taxi will come to take me to the airport. This is my last night here. If you wished to bind me and fuck me this would be the moment.- She didn't beg. Not to his husband and certainly not to that stranger that had raped her and then hidden under lies and silly excuses. She waited for exactly three seconds and opened the door.

-Hands on the wall!- He barked. She smiled and closed the door, assuming the posture.

Instead of patting her down as she expected, he grabbed her wrist, bent her arm behind her back, grabbed her neck and firmly led her to the bed. There he retrieved a chest from under his bed. In it there were chains, ropes, padlocks and leather garments. His private stash.

As usual he started with a hood, this one made of leather with a hole for the mouth. As sual he trapped it with a collar, but this time thick leather adorned with spikes. After that followed a pair of leather pouches for her hands, trapped as well by a pair of cuffs. Then he made her cross them behind her back forming an X, and with a pair of short chains, linked the wrist cuffs to the sides of the collar at a bearable length. On her ankles he added a pair of cuffs, linked together by a one meter long chain. When he cinched a leather belt around her waist and linked the ankle chain behind her back, at a length that would let her kneel comfortably, yet with her legs well spread, but wouldn't let her walk. As a last and completely unnecessary touch he used a sturdy chain to link her collar to the bed frame.

With that done, he shut down his computer and undressed. In that couple of minutes she made herself ready and by the time he laid on the bed next to her, her pussy was already well lubricated. He calmly caressed the tattoos he himself had done the previous day and kissed them one by one. Then he gently toyed with her pierced rings, always trying not to hurt her.

The moment they both strongly desired came at last. He embraced her and moved her in a way that half of her body rested over his. Right there merely opening her legs he penetrated her slowly in a single motion. He grunted. She gasped. He started to piston in and out. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze whenever he got in and kept doing so as he got out, relaxing the grip to let him in again. They both knew what to do. They had practiced the previous days.

With his first release he managed to get out in time, much to his displeasure. He also did so the second time. With the third and fourth he released inside her. Having enjoyed several powerful orgasms herself, possibly the best of her life, because she held no doubts and felt no shame, she didn't care. She was doing exactly what she wanted to do. She felt thankful for the unforgettable week. It was perfect. He could release wherever he wanted. She fell asleep on his chest with a smile.

The next day she woke up before him, as the day before she had slept a lot. It was her last day and she thought of using it well. She shuffled down and took his penis in her mouth. She tried to fellate him but either she was very bad, not rare with the little practice she had had in her last years, and her life in general, or he was pretending to be asleep. As her doubts about him not finding her attractive had completely banished last night, she guessed it was the first option. So she tried another trick. She crawled back up and rubbed her pierced pussy against his glans. The rings had the expected desire and he got erect right before waking up. When he saw what she was doing he smiled, opened her legs and fucked her again, reaching two wonderful orgasms each. Again he released inside her and again she didn't say anything.

The rest of the morning they found very little to talk about because actions had spoken by themselves. The taxi was supposed to arrive around ten o'clock, so about ten minutes earlier she went down to the gate, with her suitcase, to wait. The gate itself was in the open and the chill air was not pleasant so she instead waited in the reception office. A couple of minutes later Cullen joined her.

-You are leaving.- He said as curt as always.

-Yeah.- She replied in the same manner.

-I, eh... Wanted to thank you for being so..., understanding.- Lana found that incredibly odd. His hands were shaking.- And to tell you that if you come again, I will be honored if you let me..., sleepwalk with you again.

-Man, are you ok? This is so not you.- She noticed that his crotch had a bulge yet again.- Oh, were you thinking of me?- He followed her gaze and nodded.- Well, neither of us wants to do this more awkward than it needs to be.

She squatted down in front of him, opened his zipper and put his penis in her mouth. Earlier that morning she had failed to please, but it could be because he was half asleep. She wanted to prove herself that she could give blowjobs. She had always said no to her husband when he asked for one, and was likely one of the reasons for him seeking attention elsewhere. But no, she failed again.

-If if may give some advise...

-Yes!- She replied with her mouth full.

Soon after the taxi driver arrived and found them in the middle of the action. Amused, instead of saying hello he just watched through the glass of the door of the office. The woman seemed to have found the spot because the man was clenching his fists and bitting his lower lip. When he released she swallowed it all without hesitation, but gagging a bit. Only then both man and woman looked to the side and saw the taxi driver.

-Is there one of those for me, love?- He joked. Surprisingly, instead of answering, the woman looked at the man. He shrugged his shoulders.

-You will need to handcuff me at the least.- The woman replied. The taxi driver took it as a joke, but it wasn't.