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 The Ad:     Part 1/2		       C/W  - Feb 2000

 Playfull W F, 23 Y/O, seeking gentle but firm male to dominate me.
 I'm 5'8, 115 lb. Nice figure and long brown hair.  Box 5559

 I read the ad once more. Well, what the hell. I picked up the phone
 and dialed the number. After listening to the instructions I started
 to work my way through the menus. Then I keyed in the girl's box
 number and upon hearing her ad, I was intrigued by her soft, slightly
 husky voice. I was told to leave my message and heard the beep.
 Trying hard to keep the nervousness out of my voice I said that I
 noticed her ad and that I would like to know more about her. I told
 her my name was Jim, left my e-mail address, said bye for now, and
 hung up. Probably just a waste of three minutes at a dollar ninety
 five, I thought, and got ready to go to work.

 Things started off hectic that week. Three days later when I checked
 my mail I couldn't think who little1 at mailnet.com could be. When I
 opened the file I remembered my impulsive phone call and saw that it
 may have paid off after all. Little1 turned out to be Samantha and she
 gave me a few more details about herself then what were in her ad.
 Thirty four, twenty two, thirty five was a nice place to start. She
 told me she was into bondage which was good. Almost as a warning she
 stated that she had couple of piercings, but that was fine with me
 too. Samantha said she hadn't been able to find someone who could take
 her to that special place she'd heard about and was hoping that her ad
 in the paper might land her a ticket there.

 I wrote her that I enjoyed visiting exotic places, but had not yet
 found a compatible travel companion. I described myself, 6'1, 185.
 Casual, outdoorsy and easy going, mostly. Thirty five years old. I
 didn't want to come on too strong but I said that I thought I might
 know what she wanted. I said I would like to see her and told her to
 pick a mall or coffee shop someplace in town, that I'd meet with her
 this Saturday sometime. Her first letter was posted on Tuesday, this
 was Wednesday. I didn't want to give this girl too much time to think
 about it.

 At lunch time Thursday I checked my mail and smiled to myself. Little1
 had taken the hook. She mentioned a shopping mall at the north end of
 town that I knew had a cozy food court, nice and public. Smart girl.
 She said any time Saturday would be good so I said I'd be there at two
 in the afternoon. I told her I'd meet her in the food court and to tie
 her hair in a loose pony tail with a red ribbon, so I would know who
 she was.

 Even though I kept trying to convince myself this may not lead to
 anything much, I nevertheless tossed and turned that night, excited at
 meeting with Samantha. Fortunately I slept in late Saturday and woke
 fresh and rested. I did some work on the computer, then after lunch, I
 showered and got ready for my `date'.

 I arrived at the mall at about quarter to two. I wandered around the
 big mall for a while, checking out the sights, then went to the food
 court and bought a coffee. I was just about to find a seat when I
 spotted long brown hair, really long. Past the bum long. Normally that
 alone would make my heart flutter but this hair was tied back in a
 loose pony tail with a piece of red ribbon. I moved through the crowd
 and sidled up to the girl with the long hair.

 "Can I buy you a coffee Samantha?" I asked.

 Samantha turned to face me and I felt the old ticker trip. She had a
 silver ring in her right nostril. I smiled. Her face was gorgeous,
 thin eyebrows, bright blue eyes, all framed nicely by her thick hair.

 "Jim?" she asked.

 I took a sip of my coffee to try to hide my excitement.

 "You're a very pretty girl." I said. "Jim Bradson. Can I get you
 something?"

 She said coffee would be fine so I got one for her and topped up mine.
 The girl looked stunning and I noticed several guys followed her with
 their eyes as we walked across the area. We snagged a table off to the
 side, a little away from the bustle of the crowds and sat down.

 Samantha was a real beauty and I told her so again. She was wearing a
 loose cotton dress, bare legs and sandals with thin straps which
 showed off her lovely feet. A small silver ring adorned one toe. We
 talked a bit about work and stuff, she saying she worked as a teller
 in a bank and had taken graphic arts in collage. She was looking for
 something, maybe part time, that she could apply her artistic talents
 to. I told her I worked as a network consultant and that I also
 managed a database at one of the hospitals in the city.

 I noticed that the girl seemed to have a hard time looking straight
 into my eyes. She would glance up from time to time but mostly kept
 her eyes lowered to a spot on my chest, or on my coffee cup. Once, I
 made a quip that brought a giggle. She put her hand to her face,
 touched her nose ring, then quickly settled again..

 "I like your ring." I said.

 She blushed a little, then smiled and looked up at me. I saw her eyes
 dance mischievously and I knew what she wanted to tell me.

 I prompted her. "Your letter said something about a couple of
 piercings."

 Her eyes flickered downward.

 "Down there?" I asked.

 "Two." she answered a little shyly. "In the lips."

 "Mmmm." I purred. I felt my cock twitch at the thoughts of her labia
 rings squished between her softness and the hard chair seat. It jumped
 again as the scene in my mind shifted to my nose pushing in between
 them.

 "Some men I've dated got turned off when I told them about my rings."
 She stated. "You don't mind?"

 "Oh no," I said with a big smile, "I don't mind at all."

 I began my pitch. "Samantha, I have a fairly good idea of what you're
 looking for. I want to you know that you don't have to worry with me,
 I will take things as slowly or as fast as you want. Trust in these
 kinds of situations doesn't come easy and I understand how hard it can
 be for you, but I hope to show you that you have nothing to fear If
 you want to take things further. Just seeing you has been a treat for
 me. If you'd like, we could go have some dinner and talk some more.
 Then after, maybe go back to my place?"

 Samantha didn't even hesitate. "O.K." she said.

 I wasn't sure if that was O.K. to just dinner, or both. I was
 encouraged however. Sam, she asked me to call her Sam, said she didn't
 have a car and had taken the bus here. We left the mall and walked
 through the parking lot to my Jeep. I told her that I do some camping
 and canoeing and the truck suited my needs. Sam told me as I drove how
 she loved the great outdoors and enjoyed camping a lot. I talked a
 little about the trip I took last fall, of the serenity of the
 uncrowded park up north at that time of the year. I drove to a Thai
 restaurant near to my house where I eat often when I'm too busy to
 cook something, or too lazy to. Paul greeted us at the door.

 "Good afternoon Mr. Bradson, Table for two?"

 Paul led us to a table by the front window. I caught his sly wink as
 he seated my companion and I grinned at him. I asked Sam if she liked
 spicy food and she asked me if they had hot and sour soup here. Only
 the best I've tasted I said. We settled on the soup, a beef and basal
 curry and some steamed rice.

 I have always wondered how girls blew their noses with a big ring in
 them. Half way through the spicy soup Sam had a major case of the
 sniffles but she handled it with grace, subtly wiping off her ring
 with the tissue afterwards. I think I embarrassed her by staring but I
 flashed a smile which seemed to make it O.K.

 I answered Sam's question before she asked it. I'd been married
 before, Susan, my high school sweetheart. She was killed in a plane
 crash about six years ago. I was angry and bitter for a long time
 afterwards. I threw myself into my work to try and fill the empty
 hours, taking on more and more projects, attempting to forget. It was
 while working on a web project for a woman's support group that I
 began to find people in much the same situation as myself, people who
 had lost someone near and dear to them. I opened contact with a fellow
 in Briton who'd had similar experiences as I, and through a series of
 long, personal letters, we were both able to come to grips with what
 had happened.

 I didn't know if it was my story or the spicy food but Sam had tears
 in her eyes.

 "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to bring you down. What my wife
 and I had was something special. The kind of relationship that I think
 you are seeking, if you know what I mean. I'm not trying to replace
 her, well maybe a little, but, well, I'm just saying I do know
 something of what women like. Submissive women, I mean."

 I didn't think this was going all that well but Sam took my hand and
 looked up at me. A small tear had run down her cheek and was hanging
 off her nose ring. She touched it with her finger to wipe it away.

 She spoke. "I think you do know what women like me want Jim. I don't
 know why I'm like this. But I do know how I feel when something
 happens. I can see you are kind and gentle and that makes me believe I
 could trust you. You don't come across all macho like some guys I've
 met. But I'm not really looking for gentle. I think I need more than
 that."

 "You're the first girl I've dated since, well, since Sue," I told her,
 "so this is a little awkward for me. I think I can see what you are
 looking for. I don't want to rush you or anything but if you want,
 dessert at my place?"

 Sam hesitated for only a moment. "Sure." she said.

 We stood up and I paid the check. There was a bakery next door that we
 went in to get the dessert. The smells of fresh baking assaulted us
 when I opened the door for Sam. I watched her walk around for a while
 until she stopped at a rack of still warm pies. Cherry. I looked at
 her and noted her smile. I took one and paid, then we got into the
 Jeep and I drove home.

 I live just outside of the city in a smaller house on a big huge lot.
 There are trees around the house and the property backs onto forest
 which may one day become a subdivision, but had so far been spared.
 Sam looked happy as I drove up the driveway but I began to think the
 relative isolation of the house might give her cause to worry. She
 didn't seem too bothered however, and told me how quiet and peaceful
 it was out here. I guess living in the city you miss that.

 I unlocked the door and we went in. I showed Sam the front room I'd
 taken over as an office, explaining that I did a lot of my work from
 home. The bathroom down the hall which Sam went to use. In the kitchen
 I found a bottle of sweet wine that would go nicely with the pie and I
 opened it. I had two pieces of pie on plates when Sam returned and we
 took them and the drink out back.

 My back yard is impressive, one of my larger make work projects. After
 the pie we took our glasses and walked the stone path past the hot tub
 and swimming pool, through the trees to the fish pond. Bushes,
 flowers, the usual. Sam took my arm as we made our way back to the
 house. I noted the sparkle in her eyes and decided to move to the next
 level. I picked up the wine bottle, then led Sam inside and downstairs
 to the rec room. I set the bottle on the bar and took Sam's arm. The
 ribbon holding her hair had slipped down to the middle of her back so
 I pulled it down to free her hair, spreading it out by running my
 fingers along it's length. Then I held her close and kissed her.

 Sam didn't try to pull away. Rather, she seemed to melt into me,
 pressing her body against mine, returning the kiss with a passion that
 I'd almost forgotten existed. It was I who had to break the kiss,
 holding her close, feeling up and down her back through her soft hair.
 Then she did something that my wife use to do. Sam brought her two
 hands behind her. My hand, which was inching towards her bum, touched
 hers. I encircled both her wrists with my fingers and squeezed gently
 but firmly.

 Sam pressed her face to my chest. I heard her make a little moan when
 she tried to pull her hands apart and I squeezed a little tighter with
 my fingers. When she looked up into my eyes I saw the beginnings of
 the girl's lust etched on her face. I held her like that for several
 minutes, softly stroking her head and arms, kissing her face, her
 lips, before releasing her hands to move away from her. I seated
 myself on the couch, leaving her standing there, swaying slightly,
 her head tilted down.

 "Samantha." She looked up at me.

 "Why don't you get undressed now." It was not a question.

 The girl standing before me began to unfasten the buttons at the top
 of her dress. Slowly, without looking up, she slid the material off
 her shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor. I tried not to
 gasp too loudly. I'd noticed already she wore no bra. The girl's body
 was magnificent. Her pert breasts were topped by delicate nipples
 which I noted were quite stiff, standing out proudly. Her body tapered
 to a lovely waist, then flared again to firm looking hips. She wore
 thin white panties through which I could see the shadow of a small
 bush. Sam didn't need coaxing, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband
 and pushed her panties down her perfect legs to her feet.

 She bent down and stepped out of the panties, catching the straps of
 her sandals and taking them off too. Then she gathered everything up
 and carefully placed her clothes on a nearby chair before returning to
 stand before me once more. She kept her eyes down, her hands behind
 her back. She moved her feet apart a little. I sipped my wine as I
 drank in the sight before me.

 My cock was worming it's way down the leg of my shorts, threatening to
 poke out at the hem. I had to rearrange things a bit. The light in
 the room sparkled on the two silver rings between the girl's legs. I
 placed my glass down, then motioned to her to come a little closer to
 me. Sam took two steps to stand nearer to me and I placed my hand
 between her knees, then slid it up her silky smooth thigh. When my
 finger contacted her rings I felt her tremble a bit. I looked closer.
 Her bush was nicely trimmed, a small soft patch of fur. In between
 there was no hair. Her pussy lips swelled as I watched, making her
 rings stand out more and separate a little. When I traced her slit
 with my finger it came away moistened with her juices.

 "Stay right there." I commanded. I had to get something.

 I stood and went into the other room, my workshop. I returned with a
 short piece of soft nylon rope. Sam hadn't moved, but her eyes grew
 wide when she saw what was in my hand. I moved to her and lay the rope
 across her left shoulder. I palmed her left breast with the rope
 between, gently rubbing her nipple, slowly rolling the silky rope
 across it.

 "I'm going to tie your hands now." I said.

 I felt a shudder run through Samantha's body. I gathered up her hair
 to drape it over her shoulder. I took up the piece of rope and moved
 her hands closer together behind her. After winding the rope around
 both her wrists three times I passed the end between them a couple of
 times and tied a knot. I didn't pull the cinch too tight, she could
 probably have worked herself free if she wanted to. I moved her hair
 back and arranged it over her arms. Then I took her head in my hands
 and kissed her again.

 I could feel her indecision as to this new turn of events, but only
 for a moment. I soon felt her tugging at the rope binding her hands as
 the kiss became more passionate. Sam was rubbing herself against me
 when I broke my lips from hers and she was panting slightly from the
 heat which had built up. I stroked down her back with one hand,
 feeling her arms under her mane of hair while with the other hand I
 cupped the girl's sex. She spread her thighs and moaned.

 I'd kicked off my shoes when we'd entered the house but I still had on
 my shirt and shorts. When I took my hands away from Sam's body and
 took a step back, it took a couple of second before she opened her
 eyes. I pulled my shirt out from my shorts and began to unbutton it.
 I took it off and tossed it on a chair, then moved closer again.
 Hugging Sam close, I could feel her hard nipples boring into my chest,
 two little points of fire. She started to squirm against me, mashing
 her tits against my chest. She hooked her leg around mine to caress my
 legs with her foot while grinding herself against the bulge in my
 shorts. I wasn't going to be able to take much more of this.

 "Would you like to go upstairs?" I asked.

 A throaty purr was my answer. Taking the girl by the arm I led her up
 the stairs and into the bedroom. Evening sunlight was streaming in the
 windows, sparkling off the brass headboard and spilling across the
 bed. I was glad I'd gotten motivated enough to polish the brass last
 month. Sam went to the bed and sat down in the center of it. She
 looked fantastic with the sunlight in her hair. She sat cross legged,
 wide open to me, and that gave me an idea. I unbuckled my belt and
 pulled it free from my shorts. I took Sam's knees and spread them
 apart to position her ankles closer together, then, using my belt I
 wrapped it around her ankles enough times until I could close the
 buckle. Samantha discovered that she could no longer bring her knees
 together.

 I stepped back to take my shorts off, letting them fall to the floor.
 My prick waved about for a second before zeroing in on the vision
 sitting on my bed. I'm not that big, average I guess. But it's not the
 weight of the hammer it's how you swing it, right? Samantha's eyes
 never left it as I made my way across the bed towards her. I searched
 her face for any signs of distress. What I saw was a kind of deep
 fascination with what was happening to her.

 I touched her leg. "Are you all right?" I asked her.

 Sam looked up into my eyes. I felt her leg twitch. Her mouth was open
 and her eyes had a glazed look to them. She licked her lips, then
 spoke in a quiet voice.

 "Yes sir, I'm fine."

 I shifted her hair and peered around behind her. The rope was still a
 little loose around her wrists and her hands were pink and warm. She
 kept trying to close her legs but the belt around her ankles made that
 impossible. I reached over her feet to gently touch her pussy,
 flicking her rings with a finger. She arched her back a bit,
 supporting herself with her hands so she didn't fall backwards. While
 I stroked her slit I used my other hand to rub and gently pinch her
 nipples. Each time I squeezed one of her buds I saw her drift deeper
 and deeper into herself, revelling in the feelings of her
 helplessness. She leaned back a bit more to push her pussy closer to
 my hand. I felt for her clit and gave it a little squeeze between my
 finger and thumb. She jumped, moaning loud, and I realized that she
 was ready.

 I gathered up all her hair in one hand, making sure there were no
 loose strands across her face that would bother her later. Still
 holding on to Sam's hair I lay on my back on the bed beside her. I
 moved around until my feet were at the head of the bed and I tucked a
 pillow under my head. Sam lay back and, grasping her thigh, I rolled
 her over on top of me. I let her hair fall down along her back. It was
 so long that it stretched across her hands and hung down past her bum,
 the ends reaching for her pussy. The way I'd tied her ankles crosswise
 her thighs were wide open, leaving plenty of room for my head. I had
 to pause for a moment to admire the scenery.

 As I watched, Samantha's pussy lips parted open before me. The two
 silver rings were sticking straight out, separated, on each side of
 her open center. I could see the girl's glistening inner wetness
 flushed with her arousal. Sam relaxed her head into my crotch which
 pulled her hair up away from her pussy like the raising of a curtain.
 I gently blew up into her causing her to shift herself around on top
 of me. Simply stunning. I took a grip on both her thighs and slid her
 body a little closer to me. I pushed my nose between her rings, then,
 with my tongue, I touched her clit.

 Samantha went wild. She started bucking her hips against my face and
 writhing on top of me. I took a firm grip on one thigh and with my
 other hand, I hooked my fingers in the rope around her wrists. I
 didn't want her to roll off me, maybe fall off the bed and get hurt.
 My holding her tighter was like gasoline on a fire. She started to
 struggle harder. I wanted to raise my head to see if she was all right
 but got a mouth full of cunt as she ground herself into me. Suddenly I
 got a face full of warm liquid as Sam went off like a firecracker,
 going all rigid and moaning loudly. I pushed my tongue up inside her
 to feel her cunt rhythmically grasping at it. She squeezed my head
 between her thighs dispite the belt around her ankles. Then she almost
 pulled her hands away from my grasp as she came again, this time
 writhing madly and screaming out in a loud, high pitched wail.

 Finally she slumped down on top of me, her breath hot and heavy on my
 balls. I'd almost cum too with all the writhing she'd done but my
 erection was still painfully hard, the head nestled snugly between her
 tits. I reached down to snag the corner of the sheet to wipe off my
 face a bit. Then I felt above my head to undo the belt around
 Samantha's ankles. Tilting my head back I could see some red marks
 left by the belt but it didn't look too bad. Sam's feet separated and
 with a soft sigh she let them fall to the bed.

 I gently rolled the now limp girl off me and sat up. Her eyes were
 closed and there was a look of peaceful serenity about her that I
 found extremely endearing. When I shifted on the bed her eyes popped
 open and her mouth spread in a huge grin.

 "Be right back." I said.

 I went to the bathroom to splash some water over my face. Pussy juice
 doesn't bother me but I've heard that some women don't like the taste
 or smell of themselves and I wasn't finished with Sam yet. Just a
 quick splash, then I returned with the towel to mop some of the
 slickness from Samantha's thighs and crotch. I took a look at her
 hands to make sure the rope had not twisted or tightened, cutting off
 the circulation. She was fine. I held her close, stroking her head.
 She was still a bit groggy from her explosive orgasm, still twitchy
 from it's aftereffects.

 After a few minutes Sam started to snuggle closer to me, becoming
 more aware of where she was. She tried to bring her hands around to
 touch me but discovered them to be still bound behind her back. She
 let out a long breath and simply said "Wow!"

 "Did you enjoy that?" I asked with a straight face.

 When she looked up she saw me grin and she laughed. Sam told me that
 she had never cum so quickly like that before, never so intensely. She
 went on to say how she'd felt so helpless and so exposed with the way
 I'd tied her that she'd just let her self go. When I had grabbed the
 rope at her wrists and she tried to pull away but couldn't, the
 feelings she'd had were like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

 "I've let myself be tied up before," Samantha said to me, "and
 sometimes I, uh, I tie myself up, you know. Some guys can be real
 jerks about it but I don't feel that way with you, Jim. When you first
 put this rope on me," she brought her hands to her side as much as she
 was able to, "I realised that you wouldn't let anything bad happen to
 me."

 My hardon was still raging, quivering slightly pressed against Sam's
 stomach. I said, "I'm pleased that you could find trust in me so
 quickly. I'm not really into pain or discomfort, although I'm not
 above giving you a taste, if that's what you're looking for. What I am
 looking for is a kind of symbiotic relationship where we can both give
 and receive that which we need. Where one yields a certain amount of
 control to another. That is the essence of this type of relationship,
 the D&S lifestyle as it's called."

 There was a definite slickness on Sam's belly, my pre cum being spread
 around each time my cock twitched. She noticed it too and shifted
 around to touch me there with her foot. Oh, did I mention that I kind
 of have a thing for bare feet? Sam moved away a bit more, then laying
 on her bound hands she started using both her soft, smooth feet to
 stroke me there. She soon had the head of my cock between her soles
 and was rolling and stroking it. I had to make her stop and I placed
 my hands on her feet.

 "I don't think you know how much I like that." I said to her.

 "I sort of thought you might." Sam answered. "Shall I continue?"

 I had thought she didn't notice my stealing glances at her feet every
 chance I got. But then subtlety was never my strong suit. Sam's little
 toe ring was winking at me as she worked her foot up and down my dick.
 Her thighs were spread open and, with her hands underneath her ass,
 her pussy was pushed up giving me a nice view of her two labia rings
 which shifted around a bit as she stroked me. It didn't take long at
 all before I was spurting cum all over her dainty toes. Sam let out a
 giggle as I grabbed for the towel to catch the mess before it spread
 all over the place. Since my secret was out I spent more time than
 necessary wiping the cum off her feet and toes. I noticed, much to my
 delight, that she wasn't ticklish there and began to trace every inch
 of her lovely feet with my fingers, giving her a nice foot massage in
 the process.

 Samantha rolled over on her side to stretch out beside me, upside
 down. She pushed her feet closer to my face and inched closer to mine.
 She ran her tongue across the top of my foot, then opened her mouth
 to draw my big toe into her mouth. I was shocked. Pleased as hell too.
 I took her foot in my hand, by chance the one with the toe ring, and
 gave it a tongue wash which she seemed to enjoy very much. After not
 much longer Sam was panting with desire and my cock was getting hard
 again.

 I reached for the rope holding her hands and began to untie her. I saw
 a flicker of dissappointment flash across her face before she realized
 what I was going to do. Snagging a pillow I placed it at the end of
 the bed, then had her lay on her back. Sam's arms were stiff from
 being tied so long so I gave her a moment to adjust.

 "You are on the pill, yes?" I asked.

 "Yes."

 My bed, brass and quite solid, has a footboard consisting of bars and
 fancy scroll work. All nice and convenient. I guided Sam's hands
 through and around one of the bars, then tied her wrists together
 again. I tied them a little tighter this time.. When I'd finished I sat
 down beside her and just watched for a moment. Sam's eyes darted
 around taking in her new situation. I watched her look up, bringing
 her hands up to see them tied on the other side of the bed frame. She
 moved to grasp the bar that was between her arms to verify it's
 existence, it's solidity. The look that came over her face after she'd
 confirmed she was truly stuck was absolutely priceless. A flicker of
 fear mixed with unbridled lust, followed by a look of total surrender
 that was so touching I almost sobbed aloud.

 I spent the next half hour torturing my pretty young captive. I stayed
 away from her so sensitive clit, concentrating instead on her nipples,
 which I quickly found out were almost equally as responsive. With only
 a little sucking and licking she was writhing in wanton lust again. I
 caught her grinding her thighs together, trying to push herself over
 the edge and I stopped. I was going to tie her ankles together like
 before but another idea came to me. I held her legs still until she
 calmed enough to hear me.

 "Samantha." I said in my most commanding voice. She looked at me.

 "I don't want you to cum until I say you may do so."

 Her eyes got wide for a moment. I felt her tense as she let out a soft
 moan. She shook her head in acceptance of the order. I took it easy on
 her, stroking her belly while gently tonguing her nipples. Once or
 twice I let my hand stray towards her pussy. While I toyed with her
 rings I let her fight her urgent need to let go with her other need to
 obey my command not to cum. I could see it was a tough struggle. When
 she looked like she would fall over the edge I backed off, giving her
 a chance for a better grip, before pressing on. At one point, while
 she was bucking her hips up, humping air, I managed to slip the towel
 under her to catch the flood of juices pouring out. I drove the poor
 dear to a state of mindless wailing before I slowly pushed my finger
 between her pussy lip rings. Bending close to her ear I spoke.

 "Come for me Samantha."

 With one finger inside her I gently flicked across her clit with my
 thumb nail, then pressed on that little button with the pad of my
 thumb. Nothing happened for a second and I pressed the button again.
 Then I started to feel a kind of a vibration on my finger inside Sam's
 cunt.

 What happened next was a sight to behold. The girl tied to my bed
 seemed to explode in a fury of movement. I made a lunge to hold her
 arms before she broke her wrists thrashing against the bar of the bed
 frame. Her high keening wail deafened me and her legs corkscrewed in
 different directions as she came and came. My finger inside the girl's
 cunt was almost torn off, gripped tightly inside her while I fought to
 keep her from doing herself, and me, an injury. Samantha seemed caught
 up, for almost a full minute, in such a forceful orgasm I began to
 get a little worried. Near the end she just ran out of steam and
 collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted mass of divine girl flesh. I heard
 her heart hammering in her chest, strong and regular, beginning to
 slow, and I knew then that she'd recover, eventually.

 I sat with her for several minutes, watching her occasionally jerk and
 moan. I nipped out to the kitchen and poured a glass of orange juice,
 then returned to the bedroom. It was starting to get dark so I turned
 on a soft light in the corner, then sat down beside Sam again. Her
 eyes flickered open but it took a few moments before she became aware
 of me again.

 "Hi." I said.

 She moaned softly. I took a sip from the glass of juice and smacked my
 lips. She stared longingly at the glass of refreshing liquid.

 "Want some?" I asked.

 Sam made a move with her hands but was stopped short by the bar in the
 footboard. She looked back, seeming to notice for the first time that
 she was tied up to the bed, and groaned again. I held her head up and
 let her sip from the glass of juice. She dropped her head to the
 pillow with a contented smile on her lips. I took another swallow of
 the juice, then set the glass on the bedside table.

 I did want to fuck Samantha but I didn't think she'd want to now,
 after what she'd just been put through. When I turned to her I was
 just going to untie her for a while. Sam lifted up her knees and
 wiggled her bum provocatively at me with a big grin on her face. I got
 between her knees, stroked her thighs and kissed her taught tummy.

 I inched my way upwards, planting little kisses until I reached her
 face where I locked my lips to hers and pushed my tongue past her
 teeth. Her recovery now nearly complete, her tongue danced with mine
 as she brought her feet up to carress my thighs and bum. I noticed she
 kept trying to bring her hands downwards to touch me. Sam saw me
 looking up and her eyes followed mine towards her hands, the rope
 wrapped and tied around her wrists, the thick brass bar between her
 arms. She brought her hands up and touched the bar, running her
 fingers up and down it, stroking it. I could feel the girl's heat
 building up once more. I reached down to position myself at her
 entrance, then began to slowly push inside.

 While I couldn't say I felt Sam's rings, I could vividly picture them
 sliding along the length of my cock as I plunged into her. She seemed
 ready to go again and would give a little yelp each time I pushed into
 her. It was not a cry of pain, I knew. Samantha was in heaven and
 loving every second. I watched her twisting her wrists and pulling
 against the rope. I knew she must have been hurting there with all the
 thrashing she'd done earlier. I could also see that she was getting
 off on it. I reached out along her arm, past the bar to hold her
 hands. I moved to kiss her passionately on the lips, then I started to
 bang into her in ernest.

 Her cunt was so well lubricated that it was difficult to get much
 friction. A couple times I pulled out to wipe my cock on the wet towel
 that was still under her crotch. In the end I just pumped into her
 with wild abandon while she writhed beneath me, her heels at my ass
 driving me on. Her wrists were going to have a major case of rope
 burn but I was past the point of worry. Samantha's cunt was nice and
 tight but with all her juices it felt smooth and slick, slippery as
 oiled glass, enabling me to last much longer than was usual.

 After what seemed like forever I started to feel a momentum begin to
 build deep within. Sam had cum twice all ready, little novas where
 she'd go all tense and clamp her pussy down hard on my dick while I
 slowed to ride her out. By this time my arms were getting tired so I
 collapsed my full weight on Sam, grinding her tits against my chest as
 I pistoned my cock into that slick warmth of her delicious twat. She
 moaned loud in my ear and made another grab for my head, her hands
 banging on the bar between. Desire was boiling in my loins, a
 shockwave rushing down my spine. I slowed, pushing hard into her, then
 started to cum with such intensity I almost passed out.

 Samantha had wrapped her legs tight around my hips and was squeezing
 me with a vise like grip when I exploded inside her. Each spurt of my
 seed brought a tiny squeak from her which I barely heard and her hips
 would push up to draw me in deeper. I was literally sucked dry when
 I'd finished, almost falling over, collapsing nearly comatose on the
 sweet creature tied to my bed. We lay like that for several minutes,
 puffing and blowing our hot breath on each other's necks, before I
 regained enough strength to lift myself a bit and roll off her. My
 cock came out with a wet sounding plop followed by a gush of Sam's
 juices mixed with my cum.

 I reached through the bars of the bed and managed to untie the rope.
 When her hands were free she gathered the towel in her crotch and
 waddled off to the bathroom. As I lay on my back slowly recovering I
 heard Sam dribbling in the toilet, then run some water, I guessed to
 wash herself off a bit. In a while she returned to stand in the
 bedroom doorway looking like Venus incarnate, sweaty tousled hair and
 all. I held out my hand to her and she came to me, moving cat like
 across the bed to snuggle close with her head on my chest. She looked
 up into my eyes.

 "Well," I said with a grin, "that was quite nice."

 Samantha looked down. I saw that her lip quivered, just a bit. There
 was something bothering her, I thought, perhaps it had all been too
 nice. I took her hands in mine, examining her wrists for marks. The
 soft nylon rope hadn't done any real damage to her wrists dispite the
 workout she'd given them. There was redness around them from the
 rubbing and straining but it didn't look too bad. She watched as I
 rubbed the marks gently, then I gave her a little kiss.

 "Come on." I said. "Let's get cleaned up."

 I took her hand in mine to lead her to the bathroom and I turned on
 the shower. When the water was warm I let Sam get in, then stepped in
 behind her. I tenderly rubbed her luscious body all over with a soapy
 cloth, ever so gently on her nipples and between her legs. I gave
 myself a quick once over. Sam took the washcloth from me to scrub my
 back, spending wonderful minutes on my ass, and in front, softly
 across my dick and balls. We held each other close, rubbing our soapy
 slick bodies together, then I used the hand held spray to rinse us
 off. I asked if I could do her hair.

 I got Sam to kneel in the bottom of the tub and I knelt behind her. I
 gathered up the mass of her beautiful mane and worked some shampoo
 into it. I guess I made a fool of myself telling her over and over how
 lovely her hair was but I thought it really was stunning. After the
 wash I used some conditioner I found, working it into her scalp and
 along those luscious strands. My cock was hard again and it was so
 tempting to push it in from behind but I managed to resist. I
 suspected there would be a better opportunity later on. At least a
 more comfortable one.

 Another rinse and I had Sam step out of the tub so I could dry her
 off. I ran my comb through her hair, then I went downstairs to get her
 clothes. I pulled my shorts on, Sam wore just the cotton dress, and I
 fixed some tea and the rest of the pie which we had outside in the
 back yard. It was a nice summer evening, a gentle breeze, few bugs.

 "I could drive you home," I began, "but I'd much rather you spent the
 night here with me. We could maybe do something tomorrow before I take
 you back."

 Her voice was soft. "You want me to stay?"

 "If you'd like to." I said. "Of course I'd have to chain you to the
 bed tonight."

 I saw a little grin pull at the corners of her mouth. Her awe
 inspiring orgasms must have scared off a previous boyfriend at one
 time or other. I thought that might have been what was bothering her
 before, that she'd grossed me out with all the thrashing and squirting
 she'd done earlier on. While I could see she'd be more than a handful
 in bed, I felt honoured that it was my doing that brought about such a
 display of raw passion and I told her so in as many words. That seemed
 to lift her spirits immensely. As we strolled the garden in the
 moonlight she opened up a little more to me.

 "I had a boyfriend in collage," She told me, "with who I thought I'd
 be really happy with. He'd do stuff to me, like what you did, but more
 so. But after several weeks we broke up. He said that he thought I was
 swell and all but he thought I was a little too much to handle. He
 lived in residence and one day up in his room, well, I guess we made
 too much noise. I did. Anyway, guys on the floor razzed him about it
 for a long time."

 We'd sat on the bench beside the fish pond, the goldfish lazing at the
 surface, hoping for a bug to land.

 "You shouldn't be embarrassed about the way you are, Sam. Not a lot of
 people can just let go like you do, just let the passion carry you off
 like that. I have to say that I'm very happy to have found you and I'd
 be pleased to try to give you the happiness you've been looking for."

 Movement in the pond caught Sam's attention and she leaned forward to
 watch three fish, flashing silver and gold, attack something which had
 fallen in. I stroked her damp hair. She snuggled closer and I held her
 in my arms. I whispered in her ear.

 "What can I do for you, Samantha. How can I make your deepest fantasy
 come alive."

 Activity in the pond had subsided, the winner gagging on a big moth
 crammed in it's mouth. Sam stared at the pond. I hoped I hadn't
 spooked her with my question. I felt her shudder. She spoke, softly at
 first.

 "Paul, the boyfriend I had at collage, he use to punish me sometimes.
 Not seriously, but just fooling around. He'd sometimes give my ass a
 swat, hold me down and spank me a few times, you know. One time we
 were at a friend's house, we were alone. He tied me up to the bed. He
 used his belt to whip me on the bum. At first it was just in fun but
 then he didn't stop, just kept on hitting me on my bum, my back, my
 legs. It started to really hurt a lot but he still didn't stop, even
 after I started to scream for him to stop, but he just kept on
 slashing me over and over with the belt.

 "Finally, he stopped. I was crying into the pillow and Paul sat beside
 me to try to comfort me. He said he was really sorry and that he
 didn't know what came over him. He untied me and later on took me
 home. We didn't see each other for two weeks but then I went with him
 to dinner at a nice restaurant. He told me over and over how sorry he
 was and how he'd never do anything like that again. That was the day
 we broke up. I didn't want to see him anymore after that. I was afraid
 to."

 I let the silence stretch out, then I said, "Sam, It's not very nice
 what happened to you. I know that it's all too easy to get carried
 away in a situation like that but in a power exchange scene one has to
 trust that the other won't go too far, won't try to push someone beyond
 their limits. Perhaps your boyfriend wanted to push you just a bit,
 and then he let things get out of hand, but when it stopped being fun
 for you he should have had enough control to stop. A little pain can
 spice things up sometimes, but for a lot of people it's just not the
 right thing."

 "No, Jim." Sam said. "You don't understand. I wasn't scared of the
 pain when he was hitting me. I was afraid of how it felt."

 She paused for a moment, then went on in a quiet shaky voice.

 "I got scared because I started to like it."

 I sat dumbstruck for several seconds. My wife use to like it too.
 Sometimes it would frighten and amaze me how someone could find such
 pleasure in such agony. Susan had tried to explain it to me, several
 times, how it would consume all other thoughts, free her mind and body
 to experience a kind of nirvana which would invariably end in such an
 incredible flood of release it would leave me as exhausted as she. I
 never could understand it. But the proof was in her striped, sweaty
 body hanging in the chains, her cries of anguish and screams of lust
 echoing in the basement, and after, days, weeks after, my precious
 Sue, so quiet, subdued, so demure. The inner fire shining bright in
 her lovely eyes..

 "Oh, Sam." I choked back a tear. "My wife, God rest her soul, she
 liked it too. I was, at first, loath to hurt her, to mark that
 beautiful body of hers. But each time we did it I could see
 afterwards, such a calm, such peace it would bring to her. The marks
 would fade but the feelings seemed to linger long after. It took some
 time for us to find the balance between what she wanted and how much I
 was willing to give. `Harder you wimp' she'd yell, `MORE!'. She'd
 curse me and I'd put a bit more snap in the next swing, the next
 stroke. I could see it start to build in her and I'd slow, bank the
 fire with a flick here, and there. Then, I'd guide her through it,
 watching spellbound while she shook the frame, rattling her chains,
 become totally consumed by the force gripping her. So pure, sweet.

 "I'd take her down, carry her upstairs and tend her wounds. I'd feel
 low, what I'd done to her. But at some point she would look deep into
 my eyes and she would thank me. Thank me for letting her experience
 that, and for being there for her after. I'd sit up with her,
 sometimes all night. A glass of water, help her to the bathroom. Just
 sit and stare in awe at her. She would be so full of life after a
 session, so alive. So alive."

 I told myself I wasn't going to cry. I'd done all the crying, a years
 worth, after the accident. It was painful remembering those times
 though. I held Samantha tight, drawing strength from her. We sat for a
 while in the quiet of the night, neither of us wanting to break into
 the silence, to spoil the mood. Finally I said let's go to bed and we
 left the bench by the fish pond to go back inside.

 I found a piece of chain and two brass padlocks. It's funny but after
 all this time I knew right where to look for them. When Sam finished
 in the bathroom I showed her the locks, how the key opened both of
 them. She got on the bed and I locked one end of the chain around her
 right ankle, the other end to the bed frame, and put the key on the
 table on my side of the bed. We cuddled for a while, then Sam spoke.

 "Jim?" she asked. "I know maybe I shouldn't ask, but I just have to.
 Would you, you know. Could you do what you talked about in the garden,
 to me?"

 After only a moments hesitation I said, "Sure, Sam. If you want me to
 I could. But I won't do it now. Next weekend, after you've thought
 about it, and are sure you still want me to, I will."

 "Thanks, Jim."

 We drifted off to sleep. Several times that night I woke, the girl's
 luscious body pressed against mine, and I remembered what I had, what
 I'd missed for too long now. What I hoped, what I needed, to have once
 more.