Silk Ties of Pleasure

You ahd I are brand new lovers. Only been together a couple of times,
sexually. So we are still experimenting to see what our "hot" buttons
are. You are a very erotic, sensual man and the chemistry is very
strong, though. And, you have a wonderful sexual fantasy world that I
love to hear about. I invite you over to my home and take you
upstairs. I have a lovely four-poster bed and have lit some candles in
the room. It is raining outside very hard and beating on the windows,
which somehow makes it even more erotic. You have brought some silk
ties with you and with a cute smile on your little boy face, ask me
what I'd like for you to do with them.

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Frank's Version:

Though Liz and I had been dating for several months, our sex life was
only a couple weeks old. Both of us lived very busy lives, full of
work and friends, and sometimes it seemed like, just as we were
finally going to have the time to be together, a family member got in
the way. Sometimes it seemed like we couldn't win for losing. But on
this particular night, we'd planned far ahead and knew, without a
doubt, that we had the entire evening and all through the night to
enjoy each other.

Our sex life had been wonderful thus far and our excitement seemed to
grow out of proportion. The newness of our bodies to each other kept
us buzzing almost constantly and we enjoyed discussing our desires
face to face, over the phone, and in whispered conversations after
we'd made love.

In spite of all of our energy and excitement, our sex life had stayed
fairly "normal". We hadn't strayed into anything that anyone would
remotely view as kinky unless they thought the woman on top was too
different. We had experimented with a variety of positions and I had
learned to gauge the depth of her pleasure by how she moaned, mixed
with her breathing. We were both open to oral pleasures and enjoyed
pleasing each other in this fashion. We played with tickling,
wrestling (as it led to our being close physically), and showering
together. Still, I wanted to take our physical relationship to another
level. It wasn't so much that I had a goal in mind, as I wanted to
know that Liz and I could enjoy everything pleasurable together
without any inhibitions, doubts, or hesitations.

So, when I knocked on her door that evening, I had six silk ties with
me. I don't mean the kind of tie a man wears with a dress shirt. These
silk lengths were specifically designed for binding without injury.
Each was about four feet long and they were all solid dark colors. She
wasn't aware that I was bringing them, and didn't flinch at all upon
seeing me with them when she opened the door. Her smile was lovely, as
was all of the rest of her. I'd fallen for her as much for her
exuberance as for her delicious physique. Her attitude about life in
general was fantastic and I loved every minute of being with her.

When she saw the ties, she glanced up to meet my eyes with a wicked
evil grin on her face. The look on her face was full of curiosity,
excitement, deviousness and pure anticipation. She was dressed
comfortably in jeans and a sweater, and when the cool air blew through
the door against her, her nipples immediately stood up. I couldn't
tell if she had on a bra or not, but if she was, her nipples weren't
being held back or hidden in any way. After a few moments I realized I
was staring and looked up to meet her eyes. "Like them?" she asked
with her delicious grin.

"You know I do," I replied with a smile of my own, reaching out to
pull her against me. "I thought I had shown my appreciation for them
often enough," I said into her ear as we embraced. "But if I haven't
appreciated them enough, I'll be glad to work on that some more."

She giggled softly. "I bet you would," she said. And then, with a
sigh, "and I'd love that," she added. Pulling back, she looked at the
silk ties I had. "What are you planning on doing with those?" she
asked, raising one eyebrow.

"I'm not going to tell you," I answered with my own devilish grin.
"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Uh, huh," she said, nodding. She stood looking at me for about ten or
fifteen seconds, looking into my eyes; searching for some hint of what
I had planned – maybe looking to see if she could measure how wild I
planned on being. Too bad: I let no sign of my intentions show
through. "Alright then," she finally said. "Let's let dinner wait. I
want to go see what you have planned." With that, she turned and
started toward her stairs, which would lead up to her bedroom. I
closed and locked the door behind me, rushing to catch up to her.

At the top of the stairs, before we got into her bedroom, I stopped
her by grabbing her hand from behind. "Wait," I said gently. "There is
something I need from you before we go into your bedroom."

"Aren't you going to get everything you need IN the bedroom?" she
asked giggling.

"Indeed I am," I answered evenly. "But I do need this one thing from
you."

"What's that?" she asked, looking at me and waiting.

"I need for you to promise me that you will do everything that I ask
you to do, with the caveat that you can deny doing anything you are
uncomfortable with." I stood looking into her eyes, waiting for her
reply.

When she answered me, her reply was more than I'd thought I'd get.
"Not only will I promise to do everything you ask me to do," she said
very seriously, "but I will not even accept the condition of being
comfortable with it." I'm sure I looked confused, but she kept going.
"I want you to know that I trust you not to do anything that I
wouldn't like or that would cause me any discomfort; so, I will do
everything you ask me to do unconditionally and without pause."

"Thank you," was all I could say to this expression of faith in our
feelings for each other. "Then step into the bedroom and let our night
of pleasure and exploration begin." Liz turned and walked from me
immediately, holding onto my hand and pulling me along into her
bedroom. When we'd gotten within a few feet of her bed, she stopped,
let go of my hand, and turned to face me. "Where shall we begin?" she
asked me with a smile.

"Here," I said as I stepped into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I
pulled her close so that our bodies were touching from shoulders to
knees as our mouths met and our tongues explored. She kissed me
forcefully, with passion and excitement. I kissed her as if I was
possessing her pleasure; consuming the center of her body and taking
it so that I could hold and manipulate it throughout the evening and
night. By the time I pulled my lips from hers, I could barely breath.

Stepping back so that I was a full arms length away, I pulled my hands
from her body as well and gave her the first request of the evening.
"Strip for me," I said. "But do it like you're dancing in front of a
crowded room and you want to make every man cum before you're
completely naked." Liz looked like I'd peaked her interest, but she
didn't start to undress. "Problem?" I asked.

"No," she said. "But if I'm going to do a strip-tease, wouldn't some
music be good?"

"I don't think so," I replied. "I think you should close your eyes and
let your imagination take you away to another place; to that crowded
room full of appreciating men; whatever music you want playing in the
background; whatever lighting level you want. But be thorough and in
no hurry because I'm just going to enjoy your imagination as you
create it."

"Hmmm," she said through pursed lips. But then she stood and forced
herself to relax, closing her eyes and beginning to build the picture
in her mind. I backed up another few feet, deciding that I was going
to undress at whatever pace she did. Within a few moments she'd begun
to move, swaying and rocking slowly; weaving to whatever tune her mind
had conjured up. I watched carefully as her hands began to move over
her body, caressing sensitive personal areas as well as squeezing her
hips and thighs. As a few more minutes went by, it was obvious that
she was getting deeply into this. I was wondering what I'd gotten
myself into when she finally grasped the bottom of her sweater on both
sides and began to raise and lower it in time with her dancing.

As her sweater got high enough to expose her chest, I discovered that
she wasn't wearing a bra and that her nipples were just as erect as
they could get. Well, maybe as erect as they could get; I'd have to
work on that some more later. As she dropped her sweater, I dropped my
shirt and continued to enjoy watching her move. Since she had her eyes
closed, she could neither see my growing nakedness; nor could she see
how hungry I was for her as my eyes devoured her exposed flesh.

It was seemingly forever, as my hunger grew for her body, before her
hands found the snap and zipper of her jeans. With her thumbs hooked
into the hips of her jeans, I watched as she pushed both her jeans and
panties down….. over her hips, down her thighs and letting go as they
fell to the ground. I was almost disappointed that she didn't keep the
panties on for a separate part of the "show"; they were lavender satin
and lace and I'm pretty sure she'd have looked absolutely delicious in
them. Still, I wasn't about to complain, absorbing the full power of
her nudity, as my own jeans hit the ground.

Even though she was now completely naked, she kept dancing for another
few minutes, apparently enjoying the fantasy in her mind's eye. I
wasn't complaining. I stood, growing quickly erect, examining her
beauty. She was wonderfully proportionate in her height and weight.
She wasn't skinny like some celebrities, but she was far from being
anywhere close to overweight. I don't think she had a spare pound on
her. Still, her figure was perfectly feminine and just full enough to
make my mouth hunger for her curves. Her breasts were neither sagging,
nor artificially firm in appearance, but instead natural and tasty
looking. Capped by fair size areola surrounding her pinky-tip size,
diamond hard nipples, her chest constantly tempted me to caress and
nuzzle it.

Where her waist met her hips she was perfectly curved without any
handles or shelves. No "secretary's butt" here. Her thighs were lean
and firm; shapely and smooth. I looked forward to licking every inch
along their length. Framed neatly between the juncture of those
wonderful thighs was her heavenly looking sex. I've never been one to
enjoy an overly hairy bush and that certainly wasn't the case here. My
lover kept herself trimmed and shaved. I had never seen her in a
condition where she couldn't put on the skimpiest of bikinis. I'm sure
she never had to worry about hair peaking around the sides of any
bathing suit – or any of those sexily cut satin and lace panties, like
those she'd just removed.

She stopped moving and opened her eyes, catching me as I stared at her
body. "I like that you like what you see," she said huskily.

"You have no idea," I replied, breaking me out of my revelry somewhat.

"What's next?" she asked impishly. "Are you going to tie me up or
what?"

"Exactly," I said with a grin. "Tie you up." She started to lie down
on the bed, I guess assuming that I was going to tie her spread eagle,
or in some other way, to the four-poster frame of her bed. "No," I
said, stopping her. "I need you to come over here to me." She looked
confused, but stepped over to me without pause. It's not like that was
a serious test of her commitment to honor my wishes for the night, but
I liked it just the same.

When she came within arm's reach I could smell her. The chemistry of
her body mixed perfectly with whatever perfume it was that she wore;
the combination reminding me of honey-suckle in the springtime. Still,
there was an underlying muskiness to the aroma that let me know she
was excited and her sex was growing wet. As much as I enjoyed the
smell of honey-suckle in the springtime, I enjoy being up close and
personal with the deliciousness of her womanhood too.

Meeting her gaze as she stood waiting in front of me, I reached out to
caress her left breast as I began to tell her what I was going to do.
As I spoke softly, my hand traveled similarly; barely touching, but
feeling every minimum delight of friction arising from the contact
between my hand and the swell of her breast. When my palm rubbed
carefully over her erect nipple, I heard her gasp even though I was
still speaking. Here is what I said:

"Tonight is going to be a little different for us," I explained.
"Where we've never held back in our discussions about desire, fantasy,
expectations and enjoyments, we've also never really stepped beyond
the bounds of a 'normal' sexual relationship." I paused and breathed.
"Tonight we're going to explore a different kind of pleasure from what
I would consider 'normal' and I trust that you will enjoy the
frustrating, but exceedingly pleasurable, pleasures we discover
together." I paused to breath again. "So, if you are ready to begin
this exploration?" I left the question hanging.

My sensuous lover's reply was only a nod as her eyes gazed deeply into
mine and her breathing swelled her torso, forcing her breast into a
more firm contact with my hand. I have to admit: I wanted her right
then. I didn't want to wait, or explore, or anything. I wanted to push
her back over onto her bed; lay her back and hook her legs over my
arms, pushing them apart high and wide so that I could lower my body
between them. I wanted to thrust my aching erection into the soft
velvety warmth of her sex over and over again until my desires were
released to completion. But that would last fifteen or twenty minutes
at most. With what I had planned, in the next fifteen or twenty
minutes, our pleasures would only truly just be beginning.

"Now," I continued, "I'm going to put you into a particular position
and I want you to remain that way. Understood?" She nodded again.
Carefully, excruciatingly aware of our mutual nakedness, I put her
hands directly onto her hips, and placed her feet almost perfectly
shoulder width apart. With her positioned thus, I reached for the silk
ties. When I picked up the first one, I heard her breath deeply, which
I interpreted as an outward sign of her desires. I hoped I was right.
Being detailed in how I tied the silk lengths, I first bound one
around her waist; the silk was twisted just right so that her wrists
were caught and held against her hips where they were without any
danger of the circulation being cut off. Next, I tied two from her
front to her back, anchored to the one around her waist and running
between her thighs. Of the two, the first was spread wide so that it
fully covered her sex. In this fashion, I had formed a bikini of sorts
for her. The second that ran between her legs was twisted before being
tied, and secured so that it forced itself directly between the puffy
lips of her sex and up between the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.

I was sure she could feel the pressure of the silk as it pressed into
her sex, providing some stimulation to the buzzing nub of her
clitoris. Still, the pressure was just constant – not moving or
pleasuring. It was if a single finger had been laid over than button
of pleasure and just gently pressed in; not moving backward or forward
or to either side. No movement; just simple pressure. There was
another silk tie that would be tied between her legs, but I didn't
want to do that just yet. Instead, I used the next two ties to bind
her breasts. I don't mean bind in a bad way. Much as I had bound her
body below her waist, her upper body would be similarly bound. The
first tie, twisted so as to form a cord shape, was wrapped carefully
under her breasts, around her neck and back. It was as if this cord
was the cross-your-heart shape of a bra. The second tie was folded in
half lengthwise and then tied directly around and covering her
breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible standing up through the
layers of silk, but the curse of silk is that even direct rubbing on
those stiff bumps, under which those sensitive nipples lay, would
cause her a minimal sense of stimulation.

Bound as she was thus far, she could not pleasure herself with her
hands in any way. She couldn't pull a breast to her mouth for
pleasure. She couldn't use her fingers and palms for pressure or
penetration of her own sex. And, with the pleasure centers of her body
covered by the silk, without me untying her, there was little I could
do to pleasure her either. But there was still one silk tie left. That
one would be the key.

That last silk tie, also twisted so it was as a cord, was tied to the
corded tie that was pressing into her sex and then down to both her
legs just above her knees. With this silk tie finally in place, if my
lover moved her legs just right, she would move one silk tie that
would in turn move the other silk tie causing a rubbing stimulation up
and down over her clit through the covering layer of silk. Her orgasm
would be a long time coming – no pun intended. But when the orgasm got
to its peak, she'd probably just hang at the peak for as long as she
moved her legs the right way. Her biggest challenge was going to be
learning how to move her knees.

With my tying duties finished, I stood up in front of her, meeting her
eyes and seeing a small sign of surprise therein. "Are you
comfortable?" I asked.

"I'm not uncomfortable," she answered carefully. "The silk is putting
pressure in places I love to be touched, but isn't providing me
pleasure as a result."

"I understand," I said gently. "That is expressly their purpose." I
took a breath. "The one between your legs, if you move your legs just
right, will move the one that runs between your delicious lips and
provide friction over your clit." My lover got a devilish grin on her
face, giggling softly. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"You're the only man who's ever gotten me naked just to cover me up,"
she said. "I just hope you don't leave me like this for too long. I'm
already horny and knowing that I'm not going to get what I want in the
next few minutes is only making it worse."

I smiled in return. "In that case, I should tell you that how wet the
silk gets will make no difference to how it pushes into or caresses
over you. So, go into your bathroom because we're going to take a
shower."

With a raised eyebrow she turned and began to walk to her bathroom.
After a few steps to get used to how she could move with the silk tied
to her legs, she took a few more steps and then stopped with a twitch.
I was only a step or two behind her and quickly asked what happened.
"I must have moved just right," she said. "My clit was tickled and it
sent shivers through me from knees to belly."

"Good," I whispered into her ear. "Walk to the bathroom and I'll help
you into the shower." She complied and soon we were together in the
tub/shower combination. I adjusted the water from the tap as we stood
together below the showerhead and then activated the plunger so that
the water shot forth and down onto us. The first half-second of water
was ice cold and made us both gasp. I had taken the brunt of the jet
of water, but it didn't do anything to reduce my erection. My
intention was to give my lover an entire shower, washing everything
that I could reach, and to wash those covered by silk through the silk
itself.

To wash her hair I wanted her on her knees, and knowing that she
couldn't touch me, but would be basically face to crotch with my
throbbing manhood made me want her that way all the more. Still, with
her legs tied as they were, she couldn't kneel down as one normally
would, one knee at a time. Instead, I helped her: putting my hands
under her arms I told her to trust me strength and lift her feet. She
bent her legs at the knees, together and carefully, her feet sliding
back into the tub more than just lifting. My arms held the majority of
her weight as together we moved her to her knees.

Once she was there, with me standing in front of her, I hesitated for
a few seconds to allow up a close up look at my manhood. For a few
moments I caressed her hair, thinking of how special it was that she
trusted me so deeply. Then, overwhelm by a wicked desire, I took the
base of my cock in hand and waggled it within an inch or two of her
face. "Look good?" I asked huskily.