by T. Michaels
Originally published in Bondage Life No. 45, August 1991
Transcribed by guardian46wStory codes: FF/m, bdsm, D/s, bound, consent, leather, harness, gag, teased, X
He loved Dawna, and would do anything for her. He knew that from the moment he first laid eyes on her. It went beyond just the physical, although in this, they both shared a natural beauty. No, it was more as though they were reincarnated souls with yet another drama to share together…
Both were taller than the average for their sexes, and very attractively proportioned. They thoroughly enjoyed how their bodies fit together. But the communication was an integral part of their togetherness. The closer Dawna felt to him as a friend, the better the sex.&bnsp; They would often share their fantasies, and, because of his reverie concerning the female form, his willingness to satisfy led to enacting those fantasies. Neither of them had the slightest idea where the fantasies came from, nor how these fantasies had entered into their beings, does anyone?
Many involved bondage. Not as a means to be cruel, but more as a means to arouse and prolong fulfillment. A bondage scenario can be a comforting, erotic, and oh-so-thrilling experience. It all depends upon the trust and love between the partners.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, and hurriedly fitted the separated drain together. He had to hold it with both hands to keep the water from leaking out. When he turned his gaze on her to look for an explanation, what he saw gave him an erotic tingle. She had a peculiar, playful gleam in her eyes as she was lowering her pants.
"Now wait..." he said, with half a laugh. She turned until her backside rested against the counter edge and slipped one leg over him so she was straddling his sitting form.
"Turn the water off!" he laughingly pleaded, even though he was aroused at the sight now in front of his face.
"You have to do a little work before the water gets turned off," she demanded, teasingly.
There was something about being in this predicament that aroused him even more. Like an echo from a surreal moment. A certain something that told him this was the threshold to fulfill destiny.
Dawna felt it too. Her passion rose as her fingers entwined his hair to guide his mouth. She surprised herself at how quickly she became confident in her control over him. It excited her immensely. Both were soon issuing low moans of delight. A spark had been ignited in them that they would never quite recover from.
Later, after he had earned his freedom, they talked at length over dinner and a bottle of wine. They felt compelled to reveal their innermost feelings, things that they had never before been able to express. What had seemed a dark side of their psyche was now seeing the light of day.
They were so similar in what excited them and turned them on, and off, that it was uncanny. They both had somehow become awakened to a reality that was bigger than both of them. And one they both wanted to explore.
"There's just something indescribably delicious about being made to please without being able to use my hands," he said. "It's as though my whole body wants to become my hands. Everything wants to touch you, to please you, to make your whole body know the depth of my love."
Dawna was visibly touched to hear such raw emotion expressed, and the passion that had been aroused in her earlier made her realize how much she wanted to please him, too. She somehow knew this was just the beginning of a shared experience, their private relationship.
A sudden fantasy gripped. "I'll bet I know what can be even more exciting," said Dawna. And with that she quickly wrapped one of her silk scarves around his eyes.
"Ooooo," he said, surprised and suddenly excited to his core.
She knotted it behind his head and then led him to the bedroom. He started to sit on the bed, but she told him to wait. She pulled off his shirt and used another scarf to tie his hands, wrists crossed in front of him. She then let him sit and proceeded to undress the rest of him.
"Now, it's my turn to pleasure you," she said as she pushed his shoulders onto the bed. And she did!
Not that they both didn't share the submissive role, mind you. It was just that she much more enjoyed the role of controller, while he couldn't have been happier than when he was controlled by her. His attempts at binding her, while enjoyable, never quite achieved the same level of excitement and satisfaction for either of them.
The idea, of course, was to prolong the sexual excitement by keeping one of them 'captive' long enough to tease and eventually satisfy their desires. To be interrupted as a climax is building, only to have it prolonged and postponed, can be very sexually delicious. Yet there was something more, something that propelled them both into willingly transforming their relationship into that of a servant and master. While discipline wasn't the main excitement for them, it certainly played a part.
They experimented with different types of binding material, starting with soft cotton rope, then trying nylon, then the clothesline. Silk scarves, athletic stretch bandages, and adhesive tape, were tried as well. But for quick release, which both of them desired after achieving orgasm, leather cuffs with connecting rings and straps proved the most efficient.
They also realized the excitement of tight clothing during bondage. And since they both had scuba gear, it wasn't long before their wet-suits were involved in their bondage play.
During non-sexual moments, however, they both would question the practice. "Is this healthy?" was the main subject, but subsequent discussions would always conclude that, since they both were willing and not perpetrating it on others, what could be the harm? It was a lot of fun... and it did seem to be 'right' for them.
Still, he wanted to know if other people shared similar bondage interests. Although from time to time he would rent a standard adult movie, invariably they would lose interest after watching for fifteen minutes, or so.
But one Friday evening, he brought home the move "Story of O." Both Dawna and he were transfixed. At last, here was proof that bondage was practiced by other people! Their weekend was filled with almost continual bondage after watching "O". They would watch certain scenes again and again while he was bound in different positions. Even Dawna wanted to be bound like O was in some scenes. The movie fueled their fantasies, and they weren't quite the same after it.
The whipping, they both concluded, was not their cup of tea. Their experience with bondage had already demonstrated that prolonged restraint in a stringent position could be just as effective to instill discipline. They could understand the psychology behind the whipping, yet realize that was not the best way for them.
But, they were both curious as to the actual existence of a place such as Roissy. Could something like that really exist? And if so, could a place like that exist for women? A place where men were trained to pleasure a woman, any woman, without question?
The following week, they both started searching adult bookstores for bondage literature. They even started mailing away for magazines that looked like they might stimulate. What struck them was how varied the bondage experience was for people, at least as portrayed in literature.
For most literature, though, bound ladies were the norms, and understandably. Both he and Dawna agreed that a bound female was much more aesthetically pleasing to view, and read about, than a bound male. And what scant items there were of male bondage was more a turn-off than exciting, especially the all-male format. "Why is cruelty the norm for male bondage?" he asked Dawna after they both had examined a magazine.
"Probably because of all the violence against women in the world today. The men who want to make amends for oppressing women make themselves captives and the women who resent being oppressed want to turn the tables. And we all know about a woman's fury."
It was during one of their bondage weekends, with him in the role of a butler/slave that the idea came to her.
"From now on, your name will be 'M.'
His eyes turned to her in curious attention. "Mmmmnn?"
"That's right," she laughed. "M for a magnificent, mightily muffled and muted manservant!"
Which, at that moment, was true. He was wearing his scuba-diving hood and she had filled his mouth with a rubber ball before wrapping adhesive tape completely around his head several times to hold it in place. It excited them both to have him silenced this way. Her for the pleasure of wrapping the tape and seeing how the wide white band contrasted with the black of the hood and his reddening face. Him for the exquisite tightness and inability to speak, making him a compliant servant.
He had just finished vacuuming the living room as part of their moving-out cleaning and was winding the cord when she made the announcement. His back was held erect due to the strap up his back to the ring at the rear of his collar. This was his 'discipline' strap, easily hidden under clothing when desired, connecting at one end to his collar and the other to a 'V' passing through his crotch up to a waist belt. It was adjustable so that Dawna could control his movement.
It was the ideal restraint, in conjunction with elbow cuffs connected behind his back just tight enough to keep his arms pinned to his side, when Dawna desired to be entered from behind. She would get on her knees in front of him, and M on his knees behind her only able to grab her hips and help pull her into his erection. Both of them enjoyed the prolonged pleasure this simple restraint provided. He became her tool for intense erotic fulfillment while his concentration on accommodating his restraint kept him from cuming too soon. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement.
"I figure if we ever do find a female Roissy, you should go there as M."
This thought, both disturbed and excited him at the same time. He motioned toward his gag for release. However, Dawna said, taking delight in emphasizing his name, "Not until you're finished with the bathroom, M!"
Sitting down to lunch, they both talked about the reasons a person would follow O's lead to a Roissy. Once again, their communication found common ground, and they realized their love was compelling them onward. The potential excitement for M far outweighed his fear. And Dawna seemed enchanted with the notion of a thoroughly devoted man-slave.
Although it seemed reasonable to assume that places like Roissy existed for women, since there was a movie about it, it was quite difficult to believe such a place would exist for men. But both of them agreed to start looking in earnest for either, a Roissy-type place, just to prove they exist, or a 'female Roissy' to allow M his journey they both saw as seemingly inevitable.
"I can't help wondering what their reaction would have been if we had wrapped our gift with our type of erotica."
They'd just returned from a friend's birthday party at which six couples had been present. M was commenting on a particular gift from a friend of the celebrant, which had been wrapped with pages from an adult magazine. The photos were sharp resolution prints on high-quality, glossy paper. The pictures happened to be of nude men and women with larger-than-average sexual organs in every conceivable predicament of foreplay and intercourse. The atmosphere of the room had become giddy and raucous. Playfully lewd comments flowed from both men and women in attendance. No one was offended, and some had seemed possibly even tantalized by what they saw.
"You mean, what if those pictures were of people in bondage?" she asked.
"Exactly. How do you think they would have reacted? After all, intercourse is normal, tying someone up..."
"Don't you think everyone, at one time or another, has had a sexual fantasy where they're helpless?"
"I don't know. I'm just wondering... about the public display of bondage. How it would have gone over." M started to undress, then added, "I suppose it's reasonable to assume other people could have bondage fantasies. But to what degree, and do they feel compelled to act them out? Do they even know bondage literature exists in the quantities and styles we know of?"
Dawna was reflective for a moment. "Well, I guess we won't know until we actually introduce one of them to our literature. Or," she hesitated and smiled wickedly, "introduce them to M."
It so happened that the next day Friday, Dawna arrived home to find her niece inside their new apartment with M. She'd had a very hard day and resented finding 'another woman' home alone with her man. She controlled her fury long enough to appear coldly polite and ushered her to the door. Her niece had just dropped by to deliver a wedding invitation. A very minor and easily explainable event, but Dawna was determined. The move, and living out of boxes, coupled with the continuing demands of her work made her more, well... bitchy.
"Take care. We'll see you next week at your folks' house for diner," she said as she closed the door. She then noisily locked it, spun around, and walked determinedly toward the back room. M was sitting on the sofa and about to ask her what was wrong, when she shot him a glance that made him keep silent. He just watched and enjoyed the bounce of her breasts her walk produced until she glanced at him again.
"And as for you, you little pig. We'll just get out The Harness."
"But..." he protested, as she opened the back closet door and reached inside. He was instantly half-filled with dread, not knowing what he'd done wrong. But also half-filled with a delicious excitement, hoping that she would adjust everything very tightly.
The Harness was a device they had both designed and made to fit his body. The main piece was an eight-inch wide, a quarter-inch thick horsehide girdle that used three, one-inch straps with roller buckles to cinch around his waist. To this were attached a removable, soft leather 'chastity' pouch, and an adjustable strap up the back to a three-and-a-half-inch wide collar. Rings, buckles, and other straps were placed at strategic locations to attach his wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles. Various combinations employed allowed for either complete or partial immobility, as Dawna might so desire.
This night soon saw M fixed kneeling, bent over in a fetal position. His knees attached to his collar, but wrists to the opposite elbow behind his back. He was placed such that Dawna used him as a footrest while she sipped her drink and opened the mail. She was starting to feel much better, casually reading a new bondage magazine that had just come, when an ad caught her eye.
"Now here's something of interest," she said at last. "Cradlesong Estates, now interviewing applicants for Her pleasure. For seventeen years, Cradlesong has earned the reputation of an exclusive retreat dedicated to the discerning woman's pleasure. We accept only those applicants willing to serve a woman's needs, whatever they may be. Send for an application and brochure today."
She sipped her drink. "Sounds like it's worth checking into, don't you think?" she tousled him with her foot to help him respond.
She put the magazine down and started through the other mail where she discovered the wedding invitation. "So Tracy and Dave are going to make it legal! I don't believe it. I think I'll invite Tracy over, right now." M remained silent, hoping he hadn't heard correctly. Tracy was Dawna's best friend from college. His mind was filled with confusion and dread. She wasn't going to let Tracy see me like this!? He shuddered. His fear was mixed with excitement and embarrassment.
M was still encased by 'The Harness' the following morning when Tracy arrived. Dawna had removed his gag and had him stand by the front door to usher Tracy in. Every cuff was buckled tightly to his body, wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles. His back strap and collar held him rigidly at attention, his head facing straight forward with his chin slightly raised. A short chain passing through a ring at his belly connected his wrists, hampering his reach.
Tracy's jaw dropped as she entered, and she turned to look at Dawna with disbelief. M was embarrassed beyond description, but at the same time excited and curious as to how she would react.
"Close the door, M. So you and David are getting married! How wonderful!" Dawna said as she approached Tracy.
"Thanks. But hey! Looks like you're going to have some fun tonight!" she said as she embraced Dawna in greeting. Turning again to M, she looked him up and down. "Now that's what I call convenient. Does he do windows?" she asked as they moved into the living room.
M was relieved at her unexpectedly lighthearted approach to his humiliating situation. As he entered the room after them, Dawna told him to make them some tea. He immediately turned and headed for the kitchen.
"Nice buns," said Tracy, and then continued talking with Dawna. "I didn't know your new address so I hoped leaving the invitation at your sister's would get it to you in time."
As M returned with their tea cups on a serving tray, Dawna motioned him over to serve them. His embarrassment returned. In order to hand Tracy her tea, he had to bend at the knees to lower himself while accommodating the harness' rigid demands. Extending her cup and saucer to her made his other hand pull the serving tray with Dawna's tea in toward him. He almost spilled both cups.
"Whoa! A little unsteady there, eh..." Tracy looked at Dawna, "What'd you call him? M?" then returned her gaze to M. "Looks like you could use more practice." M's face reddened.
Dawna smiled. "He's probably feeling a little shy," she took her tea, and allowed him to leave.
He would have remained in the kitchen the rest of the time Tracy was there, but their voices and laughter kept raising in volume until he heard Dawna call him with, "I'll show you. M? Come here, sweetie."
M sheepishly returned to the sofa, where both women were beaming. As he reached a spot in front of the sofa, both women rose and stood on each side of him. Dawna produced a short strap and snapped one end onto his elbow cuff. Tracy did the same to his other elbow with a roller buckle. After threading the strap through the buckle, both ladies pushed his elbows together as far as they could behind his back. This caused his wrist chain to tighten completely, keeping his hands locked to his waist.
Dawn secured the buckle and then used a double snap hook to connect his ankles together, thus making him stand where he was.
"Now then," she cooed as both ladies sat down again.
M was confused and excited, but when Dawna started to undo his 'chastity' pouch, he started to panic.
"Whoa, big fella. Easy boy." All he could do was moan and twist his hips, but when Tracy's fingernails dug into his pelvis, he tried not to stammer.
"See? Now watch," said Dawna, and she cupped one hand behind his genitals and started stroking with the other. M was reddening and couldn't decide what to do. What could he do?
"We'll need a measuring tape to be sure," Tracy said.
"There's one in my sewing box in one of those boxes over there."
Tracy went and got it, and by the time she returned, M's member was swollen to erection.
"Oh. We should have gotten a 'before' measurement. You've got such a cute tushy!" She tweaked a bun, and M flinched. Due to his embarrassed arousal, he was finding himself very light-headed.
"Seven and three-eighths," announced Dawna. Then, realizing M's distress, said, "Okay, we'll let you rest a little." She took her hands away.
Both women watched him as he slowly calmed, but neither of them was about to release his bonds.
"Hmmm. Let's go get some ice cubes. See if that helps. You're right. We'll have to get a 'before' measurement and start over again."
"Looks like we can take our time," Tracy added.
Both women giggled as they left M dependently standing at the sofa. At the refrigerator, they continued their playful banter. "Oh, look!" said Tracy, "Can you think of another use for this rubber band holding this broccoli together? I think it could fit nicely somewhere else."
Dawna looked and laughed. "I think you're right. Let's see."
The women returned with a bowl of ice cubes and a thick, blue rubber band. M's member was still semi-swollen, and when he saw what they had in store for him he started to protest. Dawna would have none of it, however, and M quickly had their largest rubber gall gag strapped tightly into place, making his head tilt back a little more.
Tracy definitely approved of the results of 'the harness.' There was a peculiarly erotic quality to his rigid stance, and the way his skin bulged around the straps. She couldn't help but pinch one of his nipples to test his restraint. He only blinked, continuing to look upward, straight ahead.
They spent the next half hour entertaining themselves at M's expense. He was shocked and surprised more than once at how women could be just as crude as men were when talking about the other sex's body parts. He was reminded of the scene in "Story of O" where O was bent over the sofa and Rene and Sir Stephan were commenting on her bottom.
As Tracy was leaving, she thanked Dawna profusely for the unexpectedly fun time. She reminded her of the wedding date and mentioned that she would enjoy it if M was harnessed under his clothes at the ceremony.
"I think it'll be a while before Dave behaves like M. But, hey, we're just starting out. Let me know about Cradlesong. It sounds exciting."
Dawna and Tracy embraced again, and as Tracy opened the door, she said, "Thanks M... Hope to do it again soon!"
He tried to turn his head to see her but couldn't. His ankles were still fastened together. Her last glimpse of him was his rigid backside. "He's got such a cute tush!" she said to Dawna, and left. He knew the next time he saw her that her knowing twinkle would make him blush.
Dawna returned to the sofa and sat in front of him. "You poor thing... used and abused that way. You need some TLC." And she proceeded to softly arouse every erogenous zone he had until he came in a glorious orgasm.
She then quickly unbuckled him. Once he had been released, they cuddled and talked for a long time.
"That was an unbelievable experience!" M said with awe. "I had no idea another woman would react the way Tracy did."
"Yes, but we weren't really mean, were we?"
"Well," M mused, "in a delicious way, sort of. I wonder what Cradlesong will be like?"
"Let's set it up for your vacation."
M looked a Dawna. "Are you sure? That's only nine weeks away."
"I can hardly wait." And she lightly kissed his nose.