A Sequel To "A Great Volume Of Trouble"
T.S. FESSELN
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Erika sighed in frustration as she sat back in her home office chair and stared at her laptop screen. Ever since a few weeks ago when she had been traumatized by the robbery, she had become obsessed with tracking down a copy of Dr. Geoffrey Brand’s little book that was the sole object of the robber’s endeavor. She had yet to find a copy.
In all of her research, she could only get a scant mention here and there of the obscure tome. The closest she got was a few pictures of a copy that was going to be sold at a Victorian antiques auction in London in 2003. It showed the same book that had been sitting on her nightstand. The cover was slightly more scuffed and there was evidence of some water damage. The pic of the cover sheet showed a hand-written note in neat and florid script: 'No. 107 Anne'. There were no pictures of the contents and no real description of them in the auction notes.
She had found at one point a pdf file that was touted to be a complete scanned copy of ‘The Care and Treatment of Particularly Fair Women’, but the file seemed corrupted in some way when she downloaded it. She tried several times hoping this time it would work. She stopped after a dozen tries. Erika wished she was more technologically savvy.
The blonde’s thoughts drifted back to the day of the robbery and her abduction to her home. She had lain there bound in her bed in just her stockings and lace panties; a vibrator humming it’s magical tune inside her as she awaited her husband’s return from work. Her wrists had been tied above her head to the headboard and the ankles had been tied wide apart. A cloth gag and black silk blindfold had completed her ensemble.
Erika’s first orgasm being bound was short and mild one but had triggered a cascade inside of her like a small explosion triggering a massive avalanche. Each subsequent orgasm was more intense and longer lasting then the former. She had bucked and writhed and screamed until the vibrator became silent and her body drained.
For the blonde bookseller, it was an epiphany. A fantasy long unacted upon had awoken her to a new wonderland of possibilities.
However, squaring her new found sexuality with the violence and trauma of the robbery was eating away at Erika so much she decided to embrace bondage play with her husband and focus on finding another copy of that damn book.
“Burning the midnight oil again?” Edward, her husband, asked as he began to message her shoulders.
“As usual,” she said, giving her husband a faint smile.
“You’re looking for that damn book again, aren’t you?”
Erika did not reply.
“You have a book fair tomorrow, if you remember, and you know how much fun setting up the booth is,” he continued.
“I know,” she sighed, patting his hand.
“Come to bed. I will call in tomorrow to help you set up.”
Erika smiled, “No need for that, dear, the doors don’t open until five and that will give me plenty of time. I have everything sorted and in tots. It is just a matter of setting up the shelves and setting the books in them. However, I think a midnight orgasm may help me get to sleep.”
“Really?” his eyebrow arched.
“Happy wife, remember?”
“I think I can rise to the occasion,” he replied.
“And I want to try out a few of those new toys of ours we just got. I’ll pick them. All you need to do is use them on me.”
Erika got up and with hand in hand, they went upstairs to their bedroom. Everybody always thought they were an odd couple. Erika stood nearly a head taller than her husband of ten years and she was runway model attractive with sapphire eyes and long amber blonde hair. Edward looked more the part of an Edwardian accountant with thinning salt and pepper hair and a fire plug build. She had her share of pretty boys but it was Edwards easy, loving ways and bad humor that made her hunt him down as a potential partner in life and she never regretted a day since.
Her husband took moment to visit their restroom while Erika selected a variety of white leather straps and gear she recently purchased online, placing each neatly on the down–turned bed. She slid out of her silken nightgown and buckled the white ballgag between her lips. She had always been an orally promiscuous woman and the gag frustrated this tendency and saved Edward embarrassing hickies.
Edward came out of the bathroom to find his beautiful wife standing naked beside the bed, her hands clasped behind her back and smiling around her new gag.
“Are you sure you want to use all this,” looking at the variety of restraints on the bed.
Erika nodded her head.
“Okay,” he said.
The first item he selected was the armbinder. It was a custom fitted piece they had ordered together online. He stepped around in back of her and eased her arms into the restraint, buckling the straps and lacing tightly lacing the binder. Edward imagines this is what lacing up a corset must have been like. When he was satisfied that every lace was as tight as it could be, he gently turned her around.
Edward would have been pleased with just the binder but they both discovered, the more restrained she was, the fiercer in bed she would become.
Selecting two more straps, he fastened them each around her thighs so there was no chance of slipping. Erika’s silk smooth sex, flushed red with desire, was right there in front of him and Edward decided to take advantage of it. Easing her lips open, his tongue slipped between the folds and began to tickle at Erika’s clit.
Erika playfully squealed behind her gag as she tried to back away but Edward grasped her hips and continued his ministrations as she tried to squirm.
Each deft lick of his tongue sent a small torrent of pleasure fluttering through her. Small moans leaked out from behind her gag as the whorls of bliss became more intense.
Then he stopped.
Edward wrestled his bound wife into bed with him, rolling her onto her stomach. He fastened her ankle cuffs into pace then locked them to the ones on her thighs, delightfully exposing her puss.
The last restraint left was a belt that resembled the letter ‘Y’. Edward clipped the bottom part of the ‘Y’ to the ring on the end of armbinder then fastened each of her ankle cuffs to the remaining braches, putting her into a hogtie.
“Roll over,” Edward softly commanded Erika.
The blonde writhed and struggled, grunting and whimpering into her gag, until she finally flipped herself over. Her long hair was a tangle over her face, veiling her lascivious blue eyes. She raised her hips to her husband; wantonly offering herself to him.
Edward positioned himself between her open legs and cupping her ass, eased himself into her. He slid into her easily, her sex silky slick with her desire, and began to thrust into her. She bucked back hungrily, loudly moaning her needs.
The rushing flood of pure ecstasy stormed inside, it’s building intensity drowning her. She struggled and squirmed beneath her husband until churning waves of bliss engulfed her again and again until she collapsed, completely drained.
She laid in her bindings for a while as he cradled her, combing the tangle of hair off of her face and lightly kissing her forehead. Slowly, he undid her bondage, gag first and finishing with her binder. After a cat-like stretch, Erika snatched up her nightgown and made her way into the bathroom while Edward collected their toys and carefully put them where the belonged in the armoire; the armoire they bought for her new found passion for being bound.
As Erika cleaned herself up, she realized she didn’t even feel her husband cum while in the throes of her orgasm. Their sex had been more than good before but the intensity of her recent orgasms eclipsed anything she had experienced before.
Her husband was propped up on his side of the bed, looking at her in that loving way that only soulmates knew. They shared a slow bedtime kiss.
“Thank you for putting up with me recently,” she smiled, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he replied, hoping soon that she would open up about what was happening to her.
-o0o-
Erika sat back in her folding chair, exhausted after setting up the shelving and books in her booth. She loved these book fairs because she got to meet some of her customers she only dealt with online. But last night put her in a wonderful mood despite her fatigue from it.
Her Bookstore specialized in vintage children’s books. Displayed in front of her was a very good copy of the 1911 first edition of Treasure Island illustrated by N.C. Wyeth and a 1939 Uncle Wiggly’s Storybook in near mint condition. Raggedy Ann, The Tiny Weenies, Dave Dawson and first edition Harry Potter books filled most of the shelves around her.
The blonde glanced at her watch. It was nearly an hour before the doors opened. She stood up and tidied up the already tidy shelves.
“Excuse me,” a man’s voice said behind her.
Erika turned around and there was an thin elderly gentleman with a walking cane and thick glasses standing in front of her booth holding a Manilla envelope.
Erika glanced at her watch again to make sure of the time.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Are you Mrs. Erika Adams?”
“I am,” she smiled, “How can I help you?”
The old man smiled a toothy smile, “I am actually here to help you, Mrs. Adams. A friend of mine in the book trade in London entrusted me with this to make sure it ended up in your hands.”
The man handed her the envelope.
Erika took the envelope and opened the flap. A small burgundy book rested inside.
The book.
Erika’s heart started racing as she pulled the book out.
“He told me to tell you it is a 1926 limited reprint and not the vintage of the one you described in your queries online.”
The quality of the binding was loose but the pages were in prime condition. It had that wonderful old book smell about it. The front cover page had written on it “No. 214 Andrea”. It was in a different script than the one pictured on line but no less florid.
“How much?” Erika asked, pulling out her clutch from beneath the table.
“Nothing,” the man smiled, “He said that he had gotten his pleasure out of it already and just wanted to make sure it ended up with someone that would enjoy it as well.”
“What is his name?” she asked, “I need to send him a thank you.”
“He wishes to remain anonymous but he does wish that you keep the volume a secret and do not try to sell it. And with that, Mrs. Adams, I must be on my way. I have a train to catch back to the city.”
Erika sat down and just held the small book, looking at the gilt title on the front cover; ‘The Care And Treatment Of Particularly Fair Women’ and unable to go further and look through the books content. Finally, she put the book away in her bag and took a deep breath. It was going to take all her willpower to get through this first day at the fair.
-o0o-
“Do you think that was a good idea,” Mr. Brick asked the woman beside him in the car.
“Do you not have faith in me, my dear Brick?” Ms. Lavender replied in a light English lilt, “Mrs. Adams is a perfect catch for the right client, do you not agree? Tall, beautiful and graceful. A little long in the tooth, I grant you, but a prize none the less. With god’s good graces, Dear Brick, she will train herself so we will have to do very little when the time comes to aquire her. No, Dear Brick, I think it was an investment worth our while.”
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