by Jeff Sinclair
Illustration by Tarsis
Originally Published in Bondage Parade No. 30
Transcribed by guardian46wStory Codes: MF/f, bond, D/s, costume, fantasy, manacles, chains, gag, consensual
The gift of Beth's captivity to Adam was a moment of exquisite intimacy, her enchained body a perfect fruit ripe for his plucking...
but hers was not the only scheme in her orchard!
She turned in the dance, and her laughing green eyes met his sister's. Mona grinned, her own eyes rolling drolly to encompass the other women. Beth tried to frown tellingly at her, but she had to admit that none of the other students in the YWCA dance class matched their skill.
She'd talked Mona into joining the class as a way to stay in shape, but the idea of belly-dancing had seemed hysterically funny to Mona. She still saw it as a joke, which was one reason Beth was better at it; Mona tended to satirize the dance form, while Beth took it seriously.
So when the 'Y' offered belly-dancing, she signed up in search of a new way to entice Adam's interest. Their instructor could say what she liked about exercise; the tantalizing, explicitly sexual aspects of the dance were what mattered to Beth. She hadn't mentioned the class to Adam, nor would she, until she mastered it sufficiently to knock his socks off.
She straightened, sucking in air and pushing back long, red hair with both hands. Mona sank to the floor in a pantomime of exhaustion, and Beth laughed breathlessly. Her sister grinned, eyes exactly the same jade-green shade as Beth's glinting, and stuck out her tongue.
It worked both ways, of course. Mona often turned to Beth for counsel on grooming and social behavior, but this time Beth needed help with an 'interpersonal matter', and she wondered if Mona could advise her.
She supposed her caller wondered why she hung up suddenly, but she hadn't been able to help herself as she stared at the lovely, dark-haired girl on the top magazine's cover, her jaws sundered by a padded bit gag while she hung spread eagle from her wrists!
It stunned her. Her tall, dark-haired, unfailingly gentle husband had these? It was preposterous? But the proof was before her eyes, and she wondered why he had never even mentioned a subject that interested him so. He knew how sensual she was, certainly their love-making had never been the least inhibited! So why not even sound her out about it? Their love life already included a lot of fantasy play-acting, he loved it when she pretended to be a hooker! So, why not this? Was it that he didn't want to risk her rejection: Did he think it would frighten her?
She leafed through most of the magazines before she closed the drawer. She had a lot to ponder, and not just about Adam. How did she feel? How would she have reacted if he had told her? Asked to tie her up? She wanted to answer those questions, but she couldn't. Part of her envied those bound girls for their daring; another part was afraid. Would allowing herself to be bound be an admission of weakness? Would it pander to Adam's chauvinism, a chauvinism she hadn't even suspected he had? Or would it be an act of love and trust? What would it feel like to make love while bound?
"Beth!" Her name jerked her out of her thought, and she turned to Mona. Her sister snorted in feigned exasperation and laughed. "You were a million miles away!" she accused. "I had to call you three times."
"I was asking if you want to grab a bite to eat before we head home? I mean, I know the idea is to take pounds off, but I'm starving!"
"Oh?" Mona quirked an eyebrow. "Got some deep dark secret to disclose?"
"Don't tease me about him right now, Mona," Beth said, trying not to grin as Mona called Adam 'staid'. Her sister knew Adam better than that, she'd been his chief dental technician for two years before she took another position. It had taken quite a pay hike to pry her loose, too.
"No exactly. I want to know what you think about it."
"Well... Both, I guess."
Beth blinked at her sister's calm response, Wondering if Mona was still teasing. But, no, her eyes were amused, but she was serious.
"Scout's honor," Mona nodded. "It may be kinky, but the idea kind of turns me on, it sounds so damned wicked." She chuckled and sipped her drink. "Heck, it's kind of like what we used to do!"
"How quickly they forget!" Mona sighed. "Do you mean you don't remember playing Cowgirls and Indians with your innocent little sister?"
"Really?" Mona challenged. "That was a fantasy, too, wasn't it?" Beth nodded, and Mona grinned. "Well, did you trust me, or not?"
"Hah! I've got a feeling Adam's a lot more trustworthy than I was!" Mona snorted. "I seem to recall tying you pretty damned tight a time or two."
"I told you I didn't notice the ants!" Mona protested with a gurgle of laughter. "If I'd done it on purpose, I'd've put you right on top of them. Besides," she added, virtuously, "you never said a word!"
"Anything worth doing is worth doing well," Mona said. "But that proves my point, in a way. You didn't stop playing cowgirl just because a few rude ants nibbled on some sensitive portions of you anatomy, did you? And why not? Because you enjoyed it, too. Face it, Beth, you liked being tied up."
"Sure," Mona agreed wickedly. Nobody was waiting to fuck you." Beth blushed at her forth right statement, but Mona went right on. "Instead of worrying, think how much nicer it could be with a man, especially one you know loves you. Shucks, you're the one who told me how good he is in bed."
"I don't know, Mona," she said finally. "It's such a big step... I mean, it could change our whole marriage. What if something went wrong?"
"He is not!" Beth said hotly, then laughed as she realized how she'd risen to Mona's bait. "All right," she admitted, "maybe I'm being silly to worry about that part. But are you seriously suggesting that I try it?"
"Welllll..." Beth stared off into space for a long, silent while, wheels turning in her head. "All right," she said finally, "I'll do it. God knows I may be crazy, but I've just thought of the perfect way to try it. Only I'll need a little help.
"No, I mean before I tell Adam," Beth said, and her jade eyes glowed at her sister. "Will you help me?"
"Oh?" Beth smiled strangely. "All right, here's my idea... "
It was, Beth admitted in her saner moments, a crazy plan, but Mona had led her to an astounding realization; she wanted to try bondage, and not just because it interested Adam. More, she wanted Mona to help her, and to know all about it. She wasn't sure why, but she did, and once she accepted that sanity became suddenly irrelevant.
"This is crazy, you know," she chuckled, voicing Beth's own thought.
"Yeah, but how did I get mixed up in it?" Mona demanded.
"Honey," Mona said feelingly, "I didn't know you could look like that!"
Her costume was cut to the same pattern as her belly dancing outfit, but the skirt was so sheer it was transparent, and the red silk of her loins was dark through its pretense of concealment. The halter was equally sheer,spangled with hanging sequins that called attention to its scantiness without offering the least concealment. Her proud breasts strained its flimsy support, and her nipples were bold scarlet through the fabric. She wore bracelets on her upper arms, but the customary jewelry at wrists and ankles was missing, though the glass ruby glowed in her deep navel and the cut-glass gems of her girdle glittered low on her hips.
"Thanks," Beth said a touch smugly. "But I need your help now."
But Beth said nothing, she simply turned and reached behind her as Mona took the first item from the bedspread.
Beth shuddered as the metal closed. She had locked them on one wrist the day they arrived to see how it felt, but the experiment hadn't prepared her for this! Then the key had been in her other hand; now it was in Mona's pocket, and that make all the difference in the world. She knew she had only to ask to have them removed, but that was the point, she would have to ask.
She felt a gentle hand on her hair, and snapped her head up to stare into the mirror at the molten fire in her own eyes as Mona slipped the leather collar gently about her slender throat. It tightened, and her hips twitched as a small padlock clicked. She swallowed, and the leather squeezed tighter as her throat bobbed, sending a bolt of electricity through her breasts.
That though was the final straw, the last impetus she needed to propel her forward, and she nodded.
The rubber ball was larger than she had thought. Her jaws strained, and she grunted as Mona worked it gently back and forth, cooing encouragingly. There was a stab of even greater strain, but it vanished magically as the ball popped behind her teeth. She trembled, sampling her sensations as Mona buckled the straps, enclosing her head in a web of leather which managed to look both delicate and severe. The ball crushed her tongue, filling her mouth and swelling her cheeks, and her lips were a straining circle around the flat-tasting sphere. She felt her teeth marking the hard, virgin rubber, and the thought gave her a strange thrill.
"Lord, Beth," Mona said softly, almost reverently. "He's gonna eat you up with a spoon!"
"Want the leash now?" Mona finally asked, breaking the spell which had enfolded them both, and Beth nodded firmly . She wanted this to be perfect, and to taste her full captivity now, before she faced Adam in her chains.
It was the strangest walk Beth had ever taken, but she already knew, knew beyond doubt or logic, that it was but the first of many like it. Her ankle chain hobbled her, and the loss of her hands behind her made her feel awkward, yet she knew her irons actually made her more graceful, not less. She walked with pretty hesitancy, the hot, moist swelling between her thighs sending wet snakes, molten from the fire inside her, down her thighs, and her nipples were burning stones in her filmy halter.
It was an ordinary enough tent. Adam and Beth were avid campers (when his dental practice left time for it) and the big, four-man tent had served them well. It was totally familiar to Beth, yet today it seemed strange and alien as Mona lifted the flap and led her inside.
Beth swallowed behind her gag, grateful for her sister's help and support, and crooned softly to express her gratitude. Mona only smiled a smile unlike any Beth had ever seen before, a soft, secret smile.
"There!" Mona whispered, kissing her forehead gently, "if Adam doesn't think he's died and gone to heaven when he sees you, there's something seriously wrong with the boy," She smiled. "See you later, Beth"
She hadn't considered how weary of kneeling she would grow, either, yet it never occurred to her to sit or lie down, that would be cheating somehow. Nor had she anticipated all the implications of being gagged. Silence was all she had really thought about, not the oddly sweet ache of her mouth or the way she drooled around the fat ball gag. Her chin was spangled with spit that filled her with sensual embarrassment.
Her thoughts wandered. Part of her was appalled at her actions, but only a small part. Her molten brain seethed with still other fantasies of captive passion as she realized that all were possible. Nothing was impossible now!
Adam was home, but the hand raising the flap wasn't his, it was Mona's!
Mona wore long, flowing robes, and a yashmak hid her face. Her jade eyes glittered with wicked playfulness, and the single glance she gave Beth combined both reassurance and a laughing warning that the worst was still to come. Then she turned to Adam and spoke in a wheedling voice.
Beth squirmed against her leash, filled with a welter of emotions. Shock. Lust, a drop of anger and a flash of humor. Horror and delight. How could Mona do this to her?! She hadn't said a word about any such plan, and Beth had never suggested it! This was supposed to be her private game with Adam, yet she suddenly realized that wasn't true. She had involved Mona from the start, deliberately, and an even greater shock rattled through her as she realized why... and exactly how she really saw her sister!
The anticipated surprise was absent, for Mona had warned him, but Beth didn't miss it. There was too much else in his face, too much love and delight. Too much laughter that that smoothed away the weary lines of over work. It was once more the face of her lover, filled with passion and soft with tenderness for the gift she had given him.
"What price, old hag?" he asked, speaking for the first time, and Beth fought an insane giggle at his elaborately bored tone. She lowered her eyes demurely, the last resistance vanishing as she abandoned questions and discoveries alike Only the game mattered, the bright, exciting game which had engulfed her, and she yielded to it.
"A thousand!?" Adam snorted, his eyes laughing. "Too much, old woman! I can buy three girls for that."
"You see, effendi? soft as doves, and smooth as silk. " Mona stroked the firm breasts gloatingly. "Such sweet pillows for a weary head!"
"Regard her belly, effendi!" Mona begged. "Like finest velvet. It cries out for a man's weight and see! Buy her, effendi, she will bear find sons."
"I could not take less than nine if she were my own sister, effendi," Mona sounded scandalized, but her eyes laughed, and Beth quivered, torn between embarrassment and her own laughter. Mona turned her, pulling down on her leash to bend her over, and raised her sheer skirt. Beth moaned in delicious humiliation, then jerked, her inner thighs shuddering spastically as Mona caressed them and they parted instinctively. She knew her plump mound peeped coyly between them, wet and ark with lust as it winked at her husband. "Such splendid buttocks, effendi!" Mona went on. "Like two half moons, soft and smooth as butter. Think how they would fill your hand."
"Think, effendi" Mona urged, her voice soft. She did it so well, Beth thought through the haze of her own excitement and lust. She managed exactly the right tone of growing confidence as her buyer weakened. "Think of the pleasure you will find in this well of delight," she urged, and Beth wailed, hips lashing as a hand slid between her thighs and caressed her shrewdly. "You see?" Mona said. "She is sensitive and eager, effendi, hot and wet, sweeter than the wild bee's honey. Do you not hunger for her? Is she not worth eight hundred dinars at the very least?
"Done!" Mona cried, yet her voice as soft. It was the voice of a slave vender delighted with a high price, yet also tender and oddly passionate. She knew, Beth thought, still bent to face the tent wall. She knew exactly what Beth had realized... and what she was feeling.
"To hear is to obey, effendi," Mona murmured, but Beth felt the betraying tremor in the finger that gripped her naked shoulder. Her own body quivered like a violin string, and her bare breasts bobbed with her urgent breathing She moaned, molten with gagged passion. She was in another's power, and so was the entire game she had devised. Mona had snatched it from her chained hands, and acute vulnerability and a sense of her own fragile, pinioned beauty suffused her.
Mona was bursque, her hands strong despite the quivers in her fingers. She gripped Beth's skirt and tugged, and the velcro strips on the girdle released with a tearing sound. The filmy fabric slid down Beth's sweating thighs to her chained feet, and she whimpered as she was stripped, naked but for the 'gemmed' girdle gleaming on her hips.
Then Mona bent her forward until her nipples pressed her knees to free her wrists. She was cautious, waiting to see if Beth meant to resist, but here was no defiance in the captive, only a sense of her own helplessness and a panting need to experience it fully.
"Your slave awaits your pleasure," Mona said, bowing obsequiously with an old woman's knowing cackle. "Your mare needs a long gallop, effendi!"
She groaned and twisted, head flailing as another, brighter climax rolled through her like thunder. She wailed through the gag, and the sound was hot and frantic, pleading, imploring his mercy and admitting his mastery. She fell into his burning eyes, melting and slagging down... yet even as she fell, she saw past his lust and her own. Adam was deep in his own role, but at the very heart of it he was himself, and his love reached out to her as he knelt between her silken thighs.
His mouth moved to her breasts, rough on her nipples, and she groaned, a long, soft, languorous sound, as his beloved hardness clove her. She felt herself open to his thrust, swelling and stretching to enfold him in the hot, wet hollow of her womb, and her muscles tightened like a silken vise. He gasped, and his mouth was a dancing demon on her breasts.
Adam cried out, hoarse and hungry, a wordless shout vibrant with love and acceptance of her magnificent gift, as he came. The geyser of his seed flooded her, filled her, and she shrieked into her gag, her wild eyes blind as her own passion answered. She came as she had never come, every muscle locked in spasms of orgasm. She writhed, her pent body goaded into madness by pleasure, heaving under her husband, and their mingled fires snatched them up in the maw of flame. They exploded as one, ripped apart by their pleasure and strewn across the heavens in dripping, molten shards that pattered slowly, slowly back to earth.
She stirred again as her door opened silently, but her breathing was deep and even, untroubled by the silent feet approaching her bed, and something gleamed and jingled in the intruder's hand.
"Wh---urrrkkkkk!" her sleep-drugged question choked off, and her eyes flared, wide-awake and startled as the wadded silk went deep. She coughed and twisted, fighting instinctively as a second scarf followed the first and a third looped about her head, sawing between her pearly teeth to lash the gag in place. She blinked against the light, panicked heart pounding, then gasped in relief as she recognized her sister.
"The sultan sent me," she whispered, drawing back from the kiss at last, and Mona's eyes were wide and bright. She wasn't really surprised, and Beth knew her earlier suspicions had been right. She knew exactly why Mona had invaded their game, and why she had decided to sleep over rather than go home. She smiled lovingly and nodded slowly.
Mona met her gaze, and her eyes were soft and eager. Beth laughed softly and kissed her lovingly, knowing no more words were needed. They would be spoken, in time, but only to confirm what she had guessed when Mona led Adam into the tent, and her sister's eagerness filled her with joy.
Mona heard whirring crickets and croaking frogs, but they hardly registered. All she saw was the glowing tent and the tall figure by the raised flap, waiting for his wife and his new captive, their new captive, Mona thought shudderingly, at the door of the seraglio.