by Tantalus
Illustrations by ‘Squared Lazy M’
Originally Published in Bondage Parade No. 41, 1992
Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w
Story Codes: M/f, bond, cons, roleplay, toys, sex, X
Ellen lay on the bed, clad only in sheer bra and panties. Her well-toned arms and legs were extended toward the four bedposts, held firmly in that position by slender nylon rope.
Her long brunette hair had been pulled up and tied into a pony tail on top of her head. Within the darkness of a black silk blindfold, Ellen imagined she was a genie, or more precisely, the Jeannie, from the old TV series. She could hear the strains of some Middle- Eastern music playing softly in the background, and smell the incense that pervaded the room. In her fantasy, she was being held by the evil Blue Jinn, the most powerful of Genies. She imagined she was in his tent, somewhere in the middle of the desert, bound beneath the canopy of his bed, with ancient oil lamps illuminating this scene she could only envision in her mind. The role of the Blue Jinn was being played by her husband, David, who was standing nearby, admiring Ellen's seductive struggles.
"I have waited two thousand years for this moment," David stated in his best Blue Jinn voice. Ellen had to suppress a giggle when she heard this, not because of her husband's acting (which was actually pretty good), but from nervous excitement and anticipation.
"My master will save me!" she declared bravely.
"Your master, bah!" David sneered. "I will deal with your master later... but first I have more important things to tend to..." Ellen felt David's weight pressing down on the mattress, and she jumped slightly when she felt his hand tenderly touch her cheek.
"I will never love you!" Ellen announced defiantly, turning her, head away.
"Oh, but you will," David took her pony tail and lightly brushed the ends over the silk scarf, "Even if I must keep you bound and blindfolded for the next two thousand years. And until you do, it does not matter... He gently ran his fingers down the middle of her chest. "I will still have you."
Ellen bit her lip and tried to think of a way she could make the best of this situation.
"If I give myself to you, will you spare my master's life?"
"You are in no position to negotiate," David said sternly. Ellen drew in a quick breath as he grasped the front of her bra.
"Please... please do not do this!" Ellen spoke with the same precise diction used on the perpetually rerun show, but her delivery would've been more authentic if she'd left out 'do not'.
"I have waited two thousand years for this moment," David repeated, his grip tightening, "I will wait no longer!" Ellen felt her bra constricting even more as the fabric ripped, then fell loosely aside. The air was cool on her erect nipples. She began thrashing against her bonds, her ample breasts heaving and bobbing from her struggles. She felt David place his hands on her ribs as he commanded, "Be still, woman!" She took this cue and briefly calmed her exertions as her husband quickly cut away her panties. After this was accomplished, Ellen arched back and moaned as David touched the warm, moist area he had just exposed.
"Perhaps I won't have to wait two thousand years for you to love me," he teased her, but Ellen had no reply. She just continued to moan, toss her head and pull at the bonds that kept her spread-eagled on the bed. She felt David recline next to her and lightly run the ball of his foot down her calf to the rope that encircled her ankle. Ellen sensed his weight move over her, his strong hands on her hips, then cupping her buttocks as he kissed her navel.
"Such a cute belly-button," David fell out of character, "I wonder why they couldn't show it on television."
"Ahem." Ellen admonished him.
"Silence, Jeannie!" He was the Blue Jinn again. Ellen's hips swayed rhythmically as David kissed and kneaded her breasts, his kisses moving up her neck. She felt his finger tips outline her cheeks, lips and nose, then gently glide over the silken blindfold. His hand moved up the smoothness of her arm, stopped briefly to close around her bound wrist, then intertwine his fingers with hers. David brushed his lips delicately against Ellen's and whispered, "Yes, it was worth the wait. They shared a long, deep kiss as Ellen felt him full and warm inside her. "And," he added, "this will last a long time."
David stood up and looked at Ellen, still lying spread eagled on the bed. She felt him check and tighten the knots around her wrists, gratuitously pawing and nibbling his way down the length of her body to do the same with the ropes binding her ankles. He tugged at the knot on her blindfold, then knelt next to her and held her chin in his thumb and forefinger.
"Now I must deal with your master," he informed her, "but I shall soon return for you."
Ellen, who was feeling rather relaxed and spent, quickly went back into character. "Please do not harm my master!" she pleaded. "I promise I will do anything you say!" David placed his finger on her lips and coolly replied, "You will do my bidding anyway."
Blindfolded, Ellen couldn't be certain if David had left the bedroom or not, Her muscles were beginning to feel funny from being in the same position for so long, so she began moaning and writhing sensually in the hopes David would return to bed and give her a soothing massage. She jumped when she heard the familiar bell on the microwave in the kitchen. Ellen was now certain she was alone, and was startled when David suddenly spoke right next to her, using his natural voice.
"Jean-nie? Are you all right?"
"Master?" she asked.
"Yes, it's me, Jeannie," he answered.
"Where is the Blue Jinn?"
"Don't worry, Jeannie, the Blue Jinn is gone," he assured her, "He won't bother us anymore. In fact, right now he's on a satellite headed into deep space."
"I knew you would rescue me, Master," she smiled.
"Hmm, Jeannie, why don't you blink yourself out of those ropes?" David asked.
"I cannot, Master," Ellen explained. "Since I am blindfolded, I cannot blink."
"Really?" He sounded genuinely intrigued. "This has some definite possibilities."
"Oh, Master," Ellen implored, "please set me free."
"You know, I'm not sure if I ever forgave you for that time you turned me into a rabbit. He grinned. "Maybe it s time I started acting like a real master."
"Master!" she asked in a sing-song voice, "what are you going to do?"
"You'll find out," he chuckled wickedly.
Ellen involuntarily jerked her leg when she felt a feather lightly graze the soles of her delicate feet. "Please stop, Master!" she squealed, "I'm ticklish!"
"Well, Jeannie, you've put me in quite a few ticklish situations, so I think it's only fair. David ran the feather between her toes, sending Ellen into spasms of laughter. He let her catch her breath again before he continued to gently stroke the feather over the rest of her voluptuous form, Ellen's laughter and unheeded protests filling the room. She was tingling and her face was flushed when David finally stopped, then touched the feather to the tip of her nose. She wrinkled her nose and curiously tilted her head.
"Ohhh." She sounded disappointed. "You're stopping?"
"Hold on, Jeannie," he said reassuringly, "there's more..."
Ellen nearly jumped straight up when she felt an ice cube on her nipple.
"Master! This is unfair!" She shook her head and vainly grasped the air.
"It wasn't fair when you blinked me to the South Pole, either," he countered, moving the cube to her other nipple. "I had to explain to Dr. Bellows how I got frostbite in the middle of August. Ellen shivered as David ran the ice cube down the middle of her stomach and made a wet circle around her navel. "You wouldn't believe how difficult it was finding ice in the middle of this desert. Anyway, Jeannie, I'm not doing this to be cruel. I just wanted to make you a little more aware of the effect your magic has on others."
"I've learned my lesson, Master," she smiled impishly, obviously unrepentant, as she twisted and turned, trying to evade the cold.
"Well... David removed the ice cube. "I don't believe you for a minute, but we'll let it go at that for now. He reached behind Ellen's head and loosened the knot on the blindfold. Once the scarf was removed, the fantasy was over. She blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the light and shook her pony tail, then David gave her a lingering kiss.
"I've got some oil warmed up in the kitchen," he told her in a soft voice. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."
Ellen tugged her wrists against the bonds. "Don't go anywhere," she repeated sarcastically as he left the bedroom. "Don't take too long or I'll turn you into a rabbit again!"
Later, the couple was snuggling together in bed. "Did you have fun tonight?" she asked.
"You know I always do."
"Hmph. You don't sound very enthusiastic."
"I don't know, Ellen," he said, "sometimes you just seem too caught up in these fantasies. You spend so much time planning them and thinking about them. Let's see now... there was the burglar and the maid, the sheik and the slave-girl, the meter-maid and the biker, the lady detective and the gangster - what did we do? Join the Fantasy-of-the-Week Club?"
"Well," she smiled and ran her finger down his chest, "who do you think got me started in this whole bondage thing anyway?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he squeezed her shoulder, "but sometimes I wonder if you're making love to me, anymore."
Ellen had phoned David earlier in the day to give him some cryptic instructions, and she'd rushed home from work to prepare for the night's game: the Spy Fantasy. Now she was in the study, waiting for David to arrive. She was dressed in a dark print silk blouse, which she unbuttoned almost to her waist, so that her lacy black bra was easily in view. She'd hiked her black leather mini skirt over the top of the dark hose, enough that her garters and black panties were also clearly visible. Shiny black high-heels completed the outfit, and now Ellen sat in a steno chair, her ankles crossed and tied, then roped to the cylindrical base of the chair. She had pressed a wide rectangle of black vinyl tape over her mouth (mostly for plot considerations, but also because her attempts to simulate a russian accent were, at best, laughable) and she had a pair of handcuffs locked around one wrist. Next to her on the desk was an alarm clock. In her fantasy, however, this was not just an ordinary alarm clock. It was set to detonate when the alarm went off at six o'clock. Ellen looked at the clock; it was 5:57. David had less than three minutes to come home, or else she would have to reset the clock, and for her, a great deal of the effect of her fantasy would be lost.
Ellen was lost in thought with her daydream, thinking about her inevitable rescue, and how she would reward her brave hero. Her reverie was suddenly broken when she heard a key turning in the lock. She quickly brought her wrists behind her back and snapped the other cuff closed, completing her bondage. No sooner had she done this than she considered the possibility that it might not be her husband arriving home. She knew it had to be, but the possibility it might not be was a little scary and exciting.
"Natasha?" he called, "are you in here?"
"Hmmnf" Hrrnmff!" she replied.
David stepped into the doorway of the study, stopped and smiled, obviously quite pleased with the way Ellen had prepared herself.
"Well, Natasha, you certainly have gotten yourself into quite a fix this time. He spoke with a suave British accent. "I hope they didn't harm you."
"Mmmmmnrrmn! Mnnrff!" Ellen frantically nodded her head toward the alarm clock, which now read 5:59. Her long, brown hair became disheveled from the attempted warning.
"Oh, don't worry about Ktanga. The police have him and his men in custody. I'm quite sure they're halfway to jail by now, " he assured her.
"Mmnnmf! Mmnrm mmrmmnf!" Ellen insisted as she tossed her head and looked wide-eyed at the clock.
"Yes, I caught Madame Kallikakos too. Believe me, she put up quite a struggle. I imagine the authorities have picked her up by now. And since I couldn't be late for my appointment with you, I had to leave her pretty much as you are right now. He stepped toward the clock and pushed down the alarm button scant seconds before the LED switched to six o'clock, "... And I knew all about the bomb."
Ellen breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then looked up plaintively at David.
"Mnnn?" She tried to bring her handcuffed wrists around so David could see them.
"You know, Natasha, I've a good mind to leave you like that," he taunted, "just to teach you a lesson."
"Nww!" she pleaded, sticking her chin out.
David walked around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, and Ellen leaned her head back against his stomach, her restrained hands touching his thighs.
"Of course, there are a few other lessons I'd like to teach you as well.. He slipped his fingers under the straps of her bra and pushed down the cups, revealing her lovely, full breasts. She looked foxily over her shoulder at him as he took her nipples between his fingers, then emitted a throaty, seductive moan. David bent over to nuzzle her neck, while his hand reached down to caress her stomach and leather skirt. Ellen dreamily closed her eyes as she felt him slip his hand beneath her panties and touch her most intimate part.
"Hmnh?" She opened her eyes and looked at David when he unexpectedly withdrew his hand.
"Sorry, Natasha, I need both hands to work these knots," he explained as he loosened the rope binding her ankles. "Here, let me help you stand up."
He held her under her arms as she raised her cuffed hands over the back of the chair, then he drew her into a close embrace. As she felt his strong arms around her, Ellen felt contented, secure and protected. Even though her mouth was covered with tape, David knew she was smiling. He could see it in her eyes.
"Perhaps we'd best continue your lesson over on the couch," he suggested.
"You really are getting absorbed in your fantasies these days, Ellen..."
"Well, you always seem to enjoy them."
"I do enjoy them," he said. "And I especially like them because they make you so happy."
"So... what's the problem?"
"I wish I knew. Maybe it's a guilty feeling or something."
"What have you got to feel guilty about? We're married, we can do stuff like this ya' know?" Ellen tickled his ribs.
"You know that's not what I mean. It's just these little scenarios you create are fun and everything, but...," he let out a pensive sigh, "it's like this. I grew up with those same damsel-in-distress fantasies, but now that I'm getting a little older I'm becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the 'distress' part."
"David, you're really being ridiculous now." She straddled his waist and grabbed his shoulders, her dark eyes fixed on his. "You know I'm not in any real distress. I'd give you the signal if I were. And you must know I love and trust you or we couldn't play these games. So where's the distress? It's just a little fantasy - enjoy it!"
"And what about those nagging guilt feelings?"
She let her hair fall into his face and flashed a wicked smile. "Guilty pleasures are always the best."
"Okay, you talked me into it. We'll do it your way." David finally said. Ellen giggled as he suddenly sprang up and they playfully wrestled. David ultimately reversed their positions, holding Ellen's wrists over her head. She gave him a quick kiss and said, "David, I can't get over this feeling that there's really something else on your mind..."
It was Friday afternoon, and Ellen was walking out of her office building toward her car when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a dark four-door sedan was slowly following her. Since she was an attractive woman, she was used to getting wolf-whistles and rude comments shouted at her from passing cars when she walked down the street (especially on days like this one) when she was wearing high heels and a short dress. But this strange car was hard to ignore, and it made her nervous. The car pulled alongside her and the window on the passenger side rolled down as a voice called out.
"Hey, you! Ellen Walters! Get in the car, quick!"
Ellen stopped and turned when she realized it was David's voice she was hearing. She looked in the car, but she could hardly recognize him in a dark overcoat and a Fedora pulled down over his eyes. He held up his hand in the pocket of the coat and repeated his command.
"Why should I!" she asked defiantly.
"Lady, you don't know what I've got in this pocket.
"I'll bet I could guess," she said with an amused smile. She climbed into the car, willing to play along. "What is this anyway?"
"This is a hold-up, sweetheart," David snapped, pressing the button to automatically lock the doors, "if you know what's good for you, you'll keep quiet and don't try anything funny."
"Why are you holding me up?" she asked innocently. Ellen could feel her pulse quicken as David sped down the street. And she felt that urge to giggle again.
"Like you don't know," David replied sarcastically. "The word on the street is your boyfriend smuggled the secret butter cookie recipe out of Denmark. And the boss would be very interested in getting his hands on it. We think your boyfriend should be more than willing to make a little trade... you for the recipe."
Ellen was impressed that he'd come up with this little story, and almost equally impressed he could say all that without laughing. David turned the car into a nearby alley, shut off the engine and grabbed Ellen by the wrist.
"Okay, doll, we're both getting out on your side, then you're going into the back seat. You understand?,
"Yes sir," she responded, trying to keep a straight face.
David gave a cursory glance to make sure no one was watching when they were out of the car. Once satisfied they weren't being observed, he opened the door.
"All right, sweet cakes, lie down on your stomach... I've got to tie you up."
"Oh please, please. don't do that." Ellen folded her hands. "I promise I won't try anything."
"Let's just say I don't believe you," he smirked. "Now lie down and put your hands behind your back."
Ellen's dress was fairly short, but she nonchalantly raised it even higher as she climbed into the back seat, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to check David's reaction. Then she meekly crossed her wrists behind her.
David pulled a length of cotton rope from the pocket of his over coat and began looping the cords around her wrists.
"Please, don't tie me too tight!" she pleaded.
David smiled at this. He knew exactly how tight Ellen liked the ropes, and he carefully pulled them to just the right tension. "I love it when they beg," he chuckled. He took Ellen by the shoulders and helped her turn over on her back, then he placed his hands on her knees and pushed her dress up further as he stroked her thighs.
"You're not a bad-lookin' doll. This could be fun. Just watch those heels on the upholstery..., this is a rented car, ya' know?"
"Listen, it's not too late." Ellen tried to sound desperate. "You could let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."
"No dice, babe," he said flatly as he pulled another piece of rope from the overcoat and started binding her ankles. "I've got my orders."
He turned Ellen on her stomach again and brought her ankles up toward her wrists as he completed the hogtie, then gave her a friendly pat on the backside. She twisted to her side as David pulled a long, white cloth with a knot in the middle from his pocket and held it in both hands. He brought it toward Ellen's mouth and she shook her head.
"Oh no, no gag. I swear I won't scream, please..."
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said smugly as he pushed the thick knot between her lips, "this time we're going to do it my way." He knotted the ends under her hair, gave her a wink and adjusted the gag so it looked just right.
Do it HIS way, Ellen thought. Her eyes grew wide as it suddenly dawned on her that this is what was really bothering David. It wasn't her preoccupation with her fantasies, or even the nature of them. That had all just been a smokescreen. David just felt left out because she hadn't let him initiate them.
He snapped the middle set of seat belts around Ellen's waist and arms, affectionately caressing her as he pulled them snug.
"Safety first," he grinned. He picked a blanket up off the floor and carefully spread it over her, tucking it under her chin. "There - I hope you'll be nice and comfy for our little ride."
Ellen gave him a knowing smile beneath the gag, trying to tell him with her eyes that she'd just discovered his secret. She wiggled around, testing her bonds and trying to make herself a bit more comfortable. She felt happy and relieved that she'd finally figured out what was really on David's mind. Now it would be fun to relax and let him take his turn at the creative helm. David climbed behind the steering wheel and looked over his shoulder at his cooperative bundle in the back seat.
"I got this nice little cabin up in the woods for the weekend," he told her, but Ellen scarcely heard his words. By this point her mind was far away and deep in fantasy again - but this time, it was David's fantasy.
