Tied Up  (MF, cons) 

TIED UP

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."


The Dilemma

Ruth Wendell felt depressed as she drove home from work. She was stuck
in rainy Friday night traffic, her stomach was queasy from a too
quick, too-greasy lunch, and her major research project was a week
overdue. To top it all off, tonight Jason would be coming over for
dinner and Ruth would break up with him.

Jason was a lovely man, caring and attentive in many ways. For months
she had been dropping hints, giving him signs of what she yearned to
experience with him, but he either chose to ignore them or did not
recognize them. She knew he had it in him, had felt his power and
strength on more than one occasion. She wanted him to possess her,
make her his. Damn, she shouldn't have to say it. If he was the man to
control her, dominate her, he had to be able to read signs much more
subtle than those she had given him.

For some reason, saying it, begging for it, wasn't in her, to do so
was more humiliating than she could bear. She tried once, and the man
ran screaming into the good night. He blabbed and Ruth became a
laughing stock. Women she thought were her friends called her a slut,
men hit on her, offered to tie her up and fuck her. Never again. She'd
rather lose Jason then repeat that experience. Eventually she moved to
another city to get away and start over. That was eight years ago when
she was 30. Yeah, being 38 only added to the depression.

It was all Robert's fault, really. Years ago she had fallen head over
heels for him and they talked about marriage. One night Robert told
her of his love of BDSM. At first he was so loving, so caring as he
guided her through that unbelievable world. He patiently taught her
that by being bound she could set herself free. She loved it all,
loved how he could get inside her head and play with her mind, loved
how he would tease her and make her beg for release. But most of all
she loved the orgasms. Mind-numbing, soul-shattering orgasms that
piled one on top of another until she was almost too weak to breathe.
Then he introduced her to pain and she reveled in the eroticism of it.
He wanted to up the ante and when she didn't respond readily, he lost
patience, pushed her harder. She resisted, he said she didn't trust
him, and walked out of her life.

She put herself back together and started dating again. When she had
sex with these men it was nice, but it wasn't nearly as good as with
Robert. One man jokingly asked to tie her up and was shocked when she
agreed. That night, while she convulsed in orgasm and tugged at her
bonds, her spirit soared. The next morning she knew she needed to get
back into BDSM if she was ever to be satisfied. She started to
accumulate bondage gear, participated in Internet chat rooms, and
quickly found friends who shared her interests. She even scened with a
few of them.

The scenes themselves were wonderful but there was no commitment. So
she bounced from relationship to relationship in search of the one
male with the power and patience to control her. She thought she had
found it in Jason but he was just so..., so vanilla. Lack of
imagination? He certainly had that in his work. He was significantly
successful in putting together business deals to buy troubled
companies, turn them around or sell off their assets. It was a shame
really because other than that he was perfect. But dense. Ah well, she
mused silently, I'll just have to keep searching for Mr. Right. That's
when she decided it was over with Jason.

As the traffic crawled, she thought about the evening they met at a
party hosted by her lawyer-friend, Karen.

The Meeting

The living room was elegantly appointed, the buffet tables set with
food and drink of the first order. Ruth stood near the doorway holding
a glass of Pinot Grigio, which she sipped slowly. She was not an
especially "good" drinker, only a small amount of alcohol could make
her tipsy. The room buzzed with words and laughter.

She glanced past the other guests and saw Jason chatting with a small
circle of men. He had classical good looks, medium length black hair,
just a touch of gray that made him look distinguished. He was tall,
broad-shouldered and, from the way he filled out his suit jacket, well
muscled, a fact she was able to confirm intimately at a later date.
His group broke up and he gazed around the room. His eyes caught hers,
held them for an instant, and she quickly dropped her gaze. Not
wanting to appear forward, she turned to some friends and joined their
conversation. She lost track of him after that.

Jason had studied Ruth when she turned away. Tall, slender, short
blonde hair, wispy bangs framing an attractive face, makeup artfully
applied. Her flounced black dress concealed more than it displayed but
hinted at delightful curves. Her legs were long and shapely where they
emerged from under the hemline of her dress. A quick glance at her
ring finger showed no ring. Interesting, very interesting. He started
towards her.

"Jason," a loud voice boomed.

Jason turned in the direction of the voice to find Gary Wright, a CPA
he had worked with in the past and a pain in the ass at parties. He
was always approaching Jason with ideas for new business deals. Be
civil, Jason, he told himself. Jason smiled civilly and said, "Hello,
Gary, how have you been?"

"Busy, I have something right up your alley." He wrapped an arm around
Jason's shoulder and steered him into the drawing room. "New client
you might be interested in, metal foundry. They came up with a
revolutionary process to harden metal a whole lot cheaper and easier
than anyone else." He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper
and Jason smiled indulgently. "Unfortunately," Gary continued, "the
owners haven't been good cash managers and don't have the capital to
capitalize on it properly. They're looking for an angel." Jason held
up his hand stopping Gary's pitch.

"I'm not an angel, I don't do venture capital," he said glancing out
the door to catch a glimpse of the tall blonde. "Will they sell?" he
asked bluntly.

"Two million five in cash and you assume the debt of one five, but the
real estate is valued at a million and they have equipment and
receivables of six hundred. Plus the patent on the new process is
worth a lot."

"Too rich," he said, "if they get down to around a million in cash I
might be interested. Of course if I wait a few months I can pick it up
for less than that at the bankruptcy auction." He smiled a predatory
smile at Gary. "You might want to mention that when you tell them
about our conversation." He glanced out the door, but the blonde was
nowhere in sight. "Think about it, Gary, talk to them, call me if they
're interested, you have my number."

He walked back into the living room, his eyes busily scanning the
people there. She was gone. Damn Gary! he thought. He felt a soft hand
grip his arm and turned to face Karen Flanders, the host of the party
and lead attorney at the firm that handled his business affairs.

"Shame on you, Jason, talking business at my party. Don't you ever
give it a rest?" She knew he didn't, was hoping to give him a reason
to. She liked Jason "I've got someone I'd like you to meet," she said,
as she guided him into the dining room and face to face with the woman
he had seen earlier. "Jason, meet Ruth Wendell, who works in
paleontology research at the college. Ruth, this old fossil is Jason
Stanton, he takes over companies and monopolizes my time."

Ruth held out a hand, Jason took it in his. Her hand was soft and
warm, his hand engulfed hers. She was amazed at the strength and power
his touch conveyed.

"Pleased to meet you," he said as he shook her hand gently and gazed
into her greenish-brown eyes.

"You too," she replied in a small voice, intimidated by his gaze as
well as his reputation.

They stood in the corner talking softly, small talk that by itself
meant nothing but laid the groundwork for something more. She was
uncomfortable, looking away more than she looked directly at him.
Occasionally, she would side-glance him, hoping he didn't notice her
staring. He found her shyness utterly charming. By the time the party
was over, he had her number and she had a promise he would call.

The Negotiation

Ruth parked her car in the basement garage of her apartment building.
She emerged from the elevator and fished in her purse for her keys.
Distracted by the dismal thought of breaking up with Jason, she didn't
notice the tall figure standing in the shadowed alcove near her door.
She had just stuck her key in the lock when a hand reached across her
face, muffling her scream. Panic raced through her as Ruth felt
herself being pulled back by a strong arm. She felt a dull pain in her
right hip and her body went limp.

Jason grunted as he absorbed Ruth's full weight. He turned the key in
the lock and opened the door. He lifted Ruth in his arms and carried
her inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Carrying her to the
bedroom, he laid her softly on the bed. His friend had told him that
the stun device he had used on Ruth would incapacitate her for 10 to
20 minutes.

He undressed Ruth hurriedly, not taking time to enjoy the view of her
body as he exposed it. He opened her closet and grabbed a large bag.
It was heavy and he wondered what was in it besides the rope they
sometimes used to tie Ruth to her bed when they made love. He had
found this bondage thing pleasantly kinky, nothing more. Ruth, on the
other hand, got off on it in a big way, having orgasm after orgasm as
he made love to her.

He set the bag down beside the bed and opened it. He pulled out the
rope and tied Ruth spread-eagle to the bed. Now that she was secure,
he could explore the bag more thoroughly. He was amazed at the
contents. Whips, dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, a ball-gag. Now that's
not such a bad idea, he thought, taking the gag out of the bag. He
worked it into Ruth's mouth and secured it behind her head with the
strap. He returned to the bag to find chains, lotions, two small
clamps, and a large feather. Quite a collection of "toys," he mused.
He closed the bag, settled himself into an armchair, and studied Ruth'
s naked body while waiting for her to come to.

Her breasts rose and fell with her soft breathing. He knew from
experience that they were firm, just a little over a handful. Her
nipples were slightly erect in the cool air, capping the mounds of her
breasts. Her stomach was flat, a vast plain from the mountains of her
breasts to the top of her pubis where a small triangle of soft golden
hair grew. Except for that "decorative" triangle," she kept herself
cleanly shaved, exposing the smooth lips of her labia. Her long legs
were firm, the muscles supple. The total effect was breathtaking.
Jason hoped he had read her signals right. Otherwise, he thought, I'm
about to have a very expensive appointment with my lawyers. He noticed
a change in her breathing pattern, her chest pumped more rapidly.
Okay, Jason, he thought. Here we go.

Ruth struggled awake as panic surged through her. She tried to scream,
felt something preventing it. Her eyes opened, full of fear and
despair, not quite focused on her surroundings. She tried to sit up
and discovered she was bound. She sensed someone beside her and
glanced over to see Jason sitting in a chair beside her bed. She
half-sighed with relief.

"Hello, Ruthie. Comfortable?"

She shook her head from side to side.

Jason chuckled. "No, I suppose not." He took a deep breath. Get on
with it, he thought. "Ruthie, lately I've been feeling that you aren't
entirely happy with the way our relationship is going. There's
something you want from me that I'm not giving you. Am I right so
 far?" Jason stared into her eyes and waited for an answer. Ruthie
held his gaze then turned her head away, nodding slightly. Good, he
thought as he felt the tension leave his body. No lawyer problems so
far.

Ruthie felt his weight on the bed as he sat down beside her. His hand
cupped her chin, turned her head back toward him until he was staring
into her eyes. "Is this part of it?" he asked, his hand flicking the
rope that bound her wrist. She nodded against his hand, her eyes
closed. "But there's more, isn't there, this isn't enough, is it?" She
shook her head from side to side. "I didn't think so," he said softly.
He could see tears at the corners of her eyes. "Are your bonds too
tight?" he asked in concern. Ruthie shook her head. "So you're crying
over something else?" She nodded slowly.

"I figured there was, especially when I opened that bag in your
closet. I wondered why you let me take a glimpse inside every once in
a while, as if you were trying to tell me something. Yeah, I guess I
should have asked questions. We could have settled this months ago,
but you were too shy and I was too dense. Now I think I know the
answer."

She took a deep breath and a small sigh escaped her throat. At last,
at last. He had received her message even though she had sent it so
poorly. She watched him intently, her eyes never leaving his face.

"You want a different kind of relationship, one that's not based on an
equal partnership, is that right?" he continued. She nodded her head
vigorously. "You want to be subject to my every whim, like you are
now, taken without warning and tied spread-eagle to the bed." She
nodded even more vigorously. "But way beyond that, you want me to
control every aspect of your life, to punish you if you fail to obey
me, or simply because I want to punish you." Her head nodded again. "I
've never done that, Ruthie." He watched as tears welled up in her
eyes again. "But I'm willing to learn," he added with a smile. "In
fact I've already started." Her eyes were wide now with surprise. "You
'd be amazed at what you can get off the Internet." He looked at her,
then shook his head, "Then again, maybe you wouldn't. Do you use the
Internet, Ruthie?" She nodded her head. "To talk to others about
 this?" She nodded again.

Jason got up and walked to the foot of the bed facing her. "I see. So
you want me to use you, share you with other men perhaps... no, no I
couldn't, wouldn't do that. I want to keep that luscious body all to
myself. Now, another woman perhaps." He smiled at her playfully, "I
might find that enjoyable." His face turned somber. "Time to fish or
cut bait, Ruthie. Do you want those things? Do you want me to take
control of you? Be responsible for you? Make you completely and
utterly mine?"

Of course she did, but she never thought he had it in him. Yet there
he stood, strong and confident, promising to fulfill her fantasies, or
at least some of them, she wasn't sure about the other women part. She
knew she could trust him. He had always been honest and honorable with
her. She needed to talk but the gag prevented that. She shook her head
from side to side then up and down.

Jason stared at her puzzled. "Let's remove the gag," he said. His
fingers reached behind her head, undid the buckle, and slid the gag
out of her mouth.

Ruthie worked her jaw and tongue for a moment, tasting the rubber.
"Jason, I want to do things to please you, selflessly, things that
frighten and excite me," she said. "I want to lose myself in you. It's
not just the bondage during sex. I need you to humiliate me, treat me
like your property, do you understand? Do you know the term BDSM?" He
nodded. He knew it well from recent research on the Net. "The whole
range of 'alphabet sex' turns me on," she continued. "Sometimes when I
'm working at my desk or in the lab, I can't concentrate on anything
else." He was silent. Ruthie stared into his hazel eyes trying to read
his thoughts, but he had the same poker face he donned during business
negotiations, just before making his final move to buy a company. When
he didn't respond, she said, "Jason?"

Finally, he spoke, "Ruthie, I understand intellectually all that you
say, and I'm doing everything I can to connect emotionally. It sure
would make things a whole lot easier. Do you understand that I love
you? Not as my property, but as a man loves a woman, as equals.
Because I love you I'm willing to try to meet your needs. We're both
entering unknown territory, more unknown for me than it is for you,
but I suspect we both have lots to learn. Are you ready to work with
me to achieve this 'nirvana'?"

"Yes... Yes... ," she exclaimed. "It's what I want more than anything,
Jason." What more could she say? "Please understand, Jason. When you
tie me up, it sets me free to react to anything you do to me, be it
pleasure or pain, without first having to consider what's proper. I
don't have to be Ruth Wendell with all the baggage that goes with it.
I have no choice in anything, and that adds an element of fear I find
intensely erotic. I don't understand it myself, Jason. I only know I
need it, something inside me craves it." Frustrated with her inability
to put into words the gut-wrenching feelings inside her, she pounded
her clenched fists against the ropes that bound them, and said, "I
wish I could explain it better."

He was shocked at the intensity of her words. Outwardly, he kept his
voice soft, patient, almost fatherly. "I don't have a problem tying
you up, Ruthie, and I understand the rest of what you want. To tell
the truth, I'm intrigued by the idea of being free to dominate you and
feel that you belong to me in every way. Yeah, that's something I can
handle. I don't know what you have in mind as far as pain is
concerned. I'd find it rough to hurt you, Ruthie. I love you too
 much."

"Could you spank me if I were bad?"

"Yeah, but that's sexy," he said. He had often spanked an old
girlfriend during sex. She loved it, begged for it. He remembered all
too well and felt a sudden hardening in his pants.

"The spanking sexy pain is only one kind of pain, Jason, there are
others. Some I like, others scare the bejeebies out of me. I've tried
both kinds. For now, let's you and me settle on mild sexy pain and if
we want to explore further we'll have to agree on it up front."

"Tell you what," Jason responded, "we'll set a safeword, so we don't
ever go beyond what you can take. And no agreements up front, Ruthie.
You'll have to trust me enough to know I would never do anything to
harm you permanently in any way." Ruthie stared at him in shock. "I
told you I've been reading up on it - and I am a fast learner," he
said, smiling. "Everything gets done my way, Ruthie. Remember, I'm the
dominant one." He loved this woman. He would do anything to keep her.
"What's your safeword, Ruthie?"

"Mercy."

"Appropriate," Jason said with a chuckle. "I hope I never have to hear
it. Anything else?"

"Yes, a signal for when you gag me and I can't talk. Like a coin I
could drop when I've reached my limit."

Jason thought about it, the coin would have to be special. He knew of
one in particular that would do the job. A Gold American Eagle, one of
many he had bought as a hedge against inflation. Certainly is a quaint
use for it, he chuckled inwardly. He asked Ruthie, "So if we do the
safeword and the coin, you'd be comfortable, you'd want to do this?"

Ruthie frowned. "I'm not sure I'd want to be with other women."

"I'm not sure I'd want you to, but I'll decide and you'll have no
choice in the matter. Do you accept that?" Her eyes widened and she
nodded slowly. "Anything else?"

She looked down at the floor. "No, Master."

"Sir will do fine for now." His hand stroked the bulge in his pants.

"No, Sir."

Jason felt himself transforming mentally into someone new, almost
frightening. He had promised Ruthie he would nourish her needs, and
damn if he wouldn't give it his best. He knew how to react in pressure
situations. He'd had enough of those. Ok, Jason, he thought, go for
it. He looked down at her lovingly, as if seeing her for the last
time. Actually, he was seeing himself the way he was for the last
time. Let's begin our journey, he thought.

The Beginning

Jason held the ball-gag in front of Ruthie's mouth. "Open up,
Ruthie-slut," he said. She obeyed instantly. He slid it in place,
buckled it behind her head. He sat beside her on the bed, scratching
his fingernails lightly all over her lovely body. He bent and kissed
her moist forehead. Pressing a little harder, he dragged his nail from
her bare pubic mound across her stomach and through the valley of her
breasts leaving a thin white line that gradually turned to pink.

His fingers scratched lightly at her breasts, slowly covering each
square inch, avoiding her nipples while he watched them harden. "Look
at you, Ruthie-slut, are you getting excited?" His hand traced the
lips of her sex, gathering moisture. "You are, you are getting
excited." He brought his fingers to her nose. "Can you smell your
excitement, Ruthie-slut?" Jason rubbed his fingers across the top of
her lip, just under her nose. He dipped his head to her breast, sucked
her coral-pink nipple into his mouth. He kept his mouth to her breast,
suckling the nipple until it was hard.

"You like pain, Ruthie-slut? Did you ever feel the kind of pain that
sears into your brain until it gives way to pleasure? Are you a
pain-slut, Ruthie? Will you do anything I want, anything to please
 me?" he sneered. Would you consent to be my property? With no rights,
no choices? Like a piece of furniture, or a pet dog or cat?"

Ruthie thought he was getting too good at this too fast. His voice
teased her, humiliated her, each syllable sent delicious shivers down
her spine. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the smell of her arousal,
the sound of his voice. A sharp pain at her nipple caused her to open
her eyes. Jason smiled at her. "I know what these are for," he
chuckled, flexing the clamp. "Does it hurt, Ruthie-slut?" She nodded.
"Do you want it off?" She shook her head no. "Good, I wouldn't have
taken it off anyway." He bent his head to her other nipple, suckled it
to hardness. He opened the clamp, slid it over her nipple, and watched
her eyes go blank when he released it. He kissed her forehead. "There,
there, Ruthie-slut, the pain will go away soon."

Ruthie's eyes watered at the pain, which gradually dissolved into an
erotic ache. She could feel her nipples thrumming with each beat of
her heart, sending small thrills through her body. Jason sat there
watching her, his eyes never betraying what he was thinking. He
reached out, lightly jostled the clamp. Ruthie's eyes closed as the
new blossom of pain traveled through her body, centered in her pussy.
It was maddening, and she delighted in the sensations.

"Let's see what else my Ruthie-slut has in her bag of tricks." He
pulled out something he had seen on one of the sex toy sites. It
looked like a small dildo on a wide base. He glanced at Ruthie as her
eyes went wide. "Does this go here?" he asked, his finger tapping at
the wet, swollen lips of her cunt." Ruthie shook her head slowly.
Jason smiled, knowing very well where it was going. He rummaged in the
bag and found a tube of KY jelly.

Ruthie stared at Jason as he lubricated the butt-plug. He squirted a
dab of the jelly onto his finger and smiled at her. His thumb rested
on her labia while his finger circled the rose of her anus, spreading
the lubricant around her most intimate opening. His finger pressed at
the entrance, slid slowly inside her as Ruthie snorted at the
violation.

Jason marveled at the hot tightness of her anal passage. "Poor
Ruthie-slut, this seems so big for such a small hole," he teased. He
slid his finger out of her and nestled the tapered end of the plug
against her anus. He pressed forward and watched Ruthie's eyes widen
as the thick shaft moved further inside her. She felt her anus
stretching, the burning sensation increasing with the unrelenting
pressure. Jason paused, twisting the plug slightly back and forth
while his thumb lightly traced the lips of her pussy. She tried to
press herself against his thumb to give herself distraction from the
pain but Jason was careful to keep only the slightest pressure against
her pussy lips.

"No, no, Ruthie-slut, I'm not ready to play with your pussy yet." He
gave the butt-plug a final push, watching Ruthie wince as it
disappeared inside her, the base seated tightly against her asshole.
"Well Ruthie-slut, it appears we have all your holes filled but one.
Is there anything in that bag for it?" he asked rhetorically. Jason
grabbed a thick black vibrator from the bag. "This will do nicely," he
said.

Ruthie moaned into her gag as Jason slid the vibrator across the lips
of her cunt, brushing her clit into hardness. Lost in the intensity of
the moment, her thoughts were nothing but a jumble. God, I can't take
this, she thought, while her body screamed for more. She felt the
vibrator at her hole, and then it slid slowly inside her pushing her
vaginal walls apart.

"There, you're all filled up, Ruthie-slut," Jason said as he switched
the vibrator on to the lowest setting. "Does that feel good?" He
watched Ruthie as her body quivered, muscles tensed and relaxed. She
pulled frantically at the ropes binding her to the bed, but could not
loosen them at all. He tried to imagine the sensations she was
experiencing, but couldn't. It was still too new to him. He undressed
hurriedly, popping his hard cock free of his pants and undershorts.

Ruthie was in another world. A world dominated by the slow insistent
pulsing of the vibrator inside her. Her nipples ached; her asshole
clenched and released the plug in time with the vibrator. In the back
of her mind she registered the sagging of the bed as Jason climbed
between her widespread legs. His tongue licked lightly across her
labia, his teeth nibbled the soft sensitive skin. He was driving her
mad. All she wanted was to come, to relieve the rapidly building
pressure inside her. His tongue licked higher, brushed against her
clitoris, sent her soaring right to the edge of orgasm, then he
stopped, left her hanging there. Her hips bucked and writhed,
searching for the small bit of stimulation she needed to come and stop
this torture.

"Poor little Ruthie-slut, all plugged up and no way to come." Jason
waited, watched as Ruthie's hips slowed their movement and collapsed
in surrender to the bed. He reached up and flicked a clamp, grinning
to himself as she began the motions anew. He waited until her hips
quieted, then returned to licking around the vibrator and teasing her
to the edge again. If this was what she wanted, what she needed, he
was certain he could give it to her, the other things he wasn't so
sure. The sight of her writhing in her bonds was arousing. Knowing
that she was suffering because of him, for him, was thrilling. He
heard the phone ringing and smiled to himself. "She'll like this," he
thought as he slid the vibrator out of her hole and poised his cock at
her cunt.

Ruthie wanted to weep when she felt the vibrator sliding out of her.
She was so close. She tried to scream in joy when she felt Jason's
cock at her entrance. She felt Jason wrapping her tightly in his arms;
her mind dimly registering what he was saying to her.

"Shhh, Ruthie-slut, listen."

Ruthie strained to hear, couldn't hear anything, then she heard Jason'
s recorded voice from the living room. "This is Ruthie's answering
machine. Ruthie can't come to the phone at the moment, she's tied up
with other matters..." Ruthie couldn't help but giggle, and when Jason
felt her body quaking with laughter he drove himself inside her and
sent her soaring into orgasm, shattering her mind and setting her soul
free.