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THE TALE OF PRETTY ASS
BY PAUL ALEXANDER
CHAPTER TEN
On the stroll to work, she lets her mind drift in happy reminiscense. That first Saturday at His house, no sooner through the door when He said
,"Strip, I've no wish to destroy your clothing."
He had already agreed to keep her in bondage for the weekend, so she eagerly began removing her garments. A girl in bondage doesn't need clothing; she's already fully dressed.
"No, no girl, this isn't a race, take your time when you strip before a man, enjoy the experience, it's the only way to be sure he will enjoy the performance"
"Sorry, Master, I've never undressed in front of a man before."
"You're not telling me you're a virgin."
"No, but not very experienced; I usually undress and change into my nightie in the bathroom."
"Well, we'll have none of that nonsense here, girl; you appear to be the possessor of a thoroughly delectable body and I intend to extract all the visual stimulation from you that I can. By the way, undressing is something you do in a doctor's office!"
"That's better, here you can put your clothes in this shopping bag, I'll stick it out in the car later, no, no, keep your shoes on."
"Right, turn around, hands crossed behind your back. No, don't cover your ass, behind your back means at your waist. You're right handed so always, the right wrist goes inside! Now, hold that pose while I find something to tie you with."
"Right, the terrycloth belt to my bathrobe ought to be enough to keep you out of trouble."
"If you say so, but I'm pretty inventive."
"Well, I'm going out to the shop to find something to restrain your creative impulses. Make yourself at home, there's a good CD in the stereo, feel free to turn it on, I'll be back shortly."
While He went out to the shop, she had a long, slow, appreciative look around. Expensive stereo, buttons easy to operate with her nose, umm a Tafelmusik CD, Tellemann, one of her favourites, nifty collection of books, somewhat eclectic, though.... several very nice landscape paintings, three oils, the rest watercolour, a gorgeous abstract in stained glass for the front window, just one BIG room plus bathroom, the kitchen is a nook built off the back wall, a few pieces of very fine furniture scattered about, every thing spotless, not even a dish in the sink or a crumb on the counter, even she isn't this neat. Ooh, a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace, the perfect place to curl up and listen to the music (and revel in her bonds). Some little while later, He returns with something hidden behind His back.
"On your knees, face the fireplace!"
Blackness over her eyes, he's tied a strip of black velvet over them, it feels sooo soft against her cheeks. Now something cold wrapped around each ankle, chain and the snick of two padlocks. Oh, lovely, she tests the limits, about a foot of chain between her ankles, might be awkward for lovemaking later if she can't spread her legs any further than that, then he unties her wrists, takes the right wrist straight behind her, she can feel two pieces clasped around her wrist, the sound of a ratchet wrench, the pieces get snug, nothing pinches, though and the material is too warm to be steel. The same process with her left wrist, again a foot of space between them.
"Stand up."
The blindfold is removed; He puts His hands on her shoulders, turns her around, takes her in His arms and gives her the kiss of her life. Some indeterminate time later, He steps back so she can catch her breath.
"Walk around for me!"
"No, girl, this is not a catholic girls school! You have a body, a very nice body, let it move!"
...."Girl, if that's the best you can do, you're going to find bedtime to be seriously disappointing! You're walking about, nude and bound, in front of a man. Show me that inventiveness you were bragging about!"
...."That's better, still a little tight though, we'll work on it tomorrow. Stop there. Now, a test of your limberness. I want you to stand with your feet spread to the full limit of your chain. Good. Keep your legs straight as you can. Your wrists are already below your ass, bend forward from the waist and slide your wrist bar down the backs of your legs until your hands reach the floor. Don't worry about splinters, I've scraped the wood smooth. Try it now. Very good, just a little bending of the knees at the end, there, we'll work on that, soon have you up to snuff. Now, lift your right foot and step back over the bar. Now, your left foot, now stand up straight. No bending the back, going down or coming up! OK, now I want you to reverse the process, remember legs and body straight just bend at the waist. Good, good, very nice! Now, do the entire evolution, back to front to back ten times while I sit in my lounger and watch. That's right, legs apart, you're putting on a performance, showing off that gorgeous body, no don't turn around, I like the look of your ass, not to mention the other goodies. Straighten out those legs, don't get sloppy now, I know it's stretching your tendons, do you good once you get used to it. Right, that's ten, straighten up now, back straight, shoulders back show off that chest! Don't let that belly sag, nice and tight, now. Walk about the room for a bit, loosen up those muscles. Oh, much better, come over and give us a kiss, no keep them behind your back, no need to have your wrists in front unless you're doing something with your hands. You don't need hands for kissing, just lips and body.
Twenty minutes later, curled up on His lap, held in His arms, her arms safely out of the way, she has enjoyed a thorough exploration of her body and another of those soul shattering kisses.
"Now, it seems to me I promised you something to munch on sometime back along."
"You want me to deal with food when I'm right on the edge of an orgasm. What sort of evil human being are you."
"A hungry one; you wouldn't want me to fade in the clinch from starvation, would you?"
"OK, let me see what I can find in your larder...cooking with this bar between my wrists ought to be a pretty neat trick."
"I expect you'll manage, if nothing else, there's always bacon and eggs."
"I think I need some help cutting up this onion, for the omelette."
"Look in the vegetable drawer, there's half of a spanish onion, already peeled."
"What about cheese?"
"Use the extra old cheddar in the storage container on the counter, it crumbles better."
"In this tupperware container?"
"Right"
"Damn, this is hard to open one handed.... there, I got it. You're right, it does crumble easily, I guess that's from keeping it at room temperature?"
"Yeah, and it tastes better that way, too. I only keep sandwich cheese in the fridge. By the way, mind your language, if you're going to swear I expect to see blood flowing."
"Oh, sorry Sir, I guess everybody swears these days."
"Not quite everybody, I believe a good curse is perfectly healthy in time of trouble but it does not belong in every sentence you speak, much less every second word, like some people I've heard, Over use cheapens a lot of perfectly good swear words and then, when you have a legitimate reason to swear, what have you got."
"Yes Sir, I'll mind my manners. Is this the bacon you want me to use?"
"Yeah, peameal, it's the only kind I keep in the house."
"I've never tried this before, how do I cook it?"
"Heat up the pan, toss the bacon in, beat up the eggs, toss the onions into the pan, turn over the bacon, pour the eggs into the middle and you're away."
"Crumbled cheese on top, two minutes to dinner, where are your plates, oh this cupboard."
This bacon cooks really fast, best get it onto the plates first, use the spatula to separate portions of egg, a little awkward manoeuvring the egg onto the plate but doable, carry it over to the table.
"Dinner is served, Sir. Which chair should I use?"
"I sit at the head of the table, you sit to my right, for the moment, hands in your lap, I will feed you. Keep in mind that when serving at table, you present from the left and take away from the right. You are expected to take every possible opportunity to touch me with your body; you may not touch me with your hands, even by accident, nor may you initiate a kiss on the lips, though you may freely kiss any other portion of my anatomy below the neck that your lips can reach!"
"Yes, Sir; Sir, you didn't suggest anything in particular to drink?"
"Grab the half bottle of Zinfandel from the fridge, one glass from the rack, I’ll open and pour."
"Yes, Sir."
"Your wine, Sir. Thank you for cutting up my bacon, Sir, does this mean I'm to feed myself?"
"Not using your hands; you can eat off the plate if you wish or I can feed you."
"OOH, please feed me, Sir."
"This once, because you didn't know, but for future reference, begging to be fed gets you five strokes. Likewise, begging for use, and begging verbally for permission to speak."
"How would I beg non verbally?"
"Your body language, position of your knees, how high you raise your ass when you bend to kiss my feet, the length and lasciviousness of the kiss. Also, keep in mind, you may beg to your hearts content, verbally or otherwise, but there is no guarantee that I will accede to your request. Begging involves asking a question; sometimes the answer is no!"
"So, I might beg for...use...be rejected...and then receive five strokes?"
"You wouldn't receive the strokes until the following morning after breakfast, which gives you however many hours to do what you can to mitigate the severity of your punishment. Generally, I will award a number of strokes. The implement used could be the palm of my hand, a ping-pong paddle, smooth side or rough side, a leather strap, my belt, a multi-stranded whip, the same with knots in the tails, a riding crop... several other things, none of which will leave permanent marks, but they all involve varying degrees of discomfort. As I say, that will be the general practise; certain offenses will carry with them specific punishments. These eggs are very tasty, by the way."
"Thank you, Sir; could you tell me more about the specific punishments?"
"As we said in the car, we'll be some little while working our way into this relationship, a lot of things will need to be determined over the next few months; like, for example, your body's response to pain. If it proves to be that five strokes with a riding crop brings you an orgasm, then that's not much of a punishment!"
"No, I suppose not, although... one orgasm in exchange for four days of pain.... I don't know."
"We'll work it out over the next few months, find out what the limits are now...and what we want them to be. That we, by the way, is pretty much the imperial we, although I will want your input."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I'm serious about this, now...if I ask a question, I want an honest, detailed answer, I'm not a mind reader!"
"Really, you could have fooled me!"
A long look with a lifted eyebrow.
"Well, I mean, we've been here for almost four hours now, if I'd had to write a script for this event, I don't think I could have come up with anything half so exciting. Especially these cuffs, I can't believe you made them in just an hour!"
"I happened to have a four inch by twenty inch offcut of curly maple, one inch thick, already planed and jointed, just sitting around gathering dust. Not a big deal to cut the ovals for your wrists on the bandsaw, rip the board, scrape and plane the cut edges, relieve all the edges, drill out for the captive nuts and the bolts and give it an oil finish."
"No big deal for you, I guess...still an impressive piece of work, such pretty wood, so smooth, they fit my wrists without any pinching, you didn't even measure and they fit perfectly!"
"I choose to work with wood for my living, no point to doing it badly! Here, have a sip of wine, you're getting flushed."
"Thank you, Sir.... Trying to get me drunk so you can have your wicked way with me?"
"Don't think I'm likely to need that advantage, I don't think you could get away all that easily."
"Boy, ain't that the truth, with this hobble, an elderly, arthritic turtle could catch me with no trouble!"
"I think we can take it as read that you're already caught, now, the question is what am I to do with you. Dishes first while I plot the details of your...’seduction’. Use these salad tongs with your right hand to hold the plates, wash and dry with your left, in fact, in performing any task, the hierarchy is: nose first, then mouth, then left hand; you use your right hand only when absolutely essential!"
"Yes, Sir. Will you have the rest of this wine, Sir?"
"I'll take it with me out to my armchair, carry on."
Forty-five minutes to wash and dry two plates, a knife and fork, one frying pan, a chopping knife and a bowl, well, if it was easy being a slave, anybody could do it. She goes out to kneel in front of His chair.
"Knees less than a foot apart, I can only assume you are embarrassed, ashamed or mad at me?"
"Oh, Sir, none of the above, Sir...is this alright, Sir?"
"Eighteen inches will do as a minimum for now, in a few months, we'll make it two feet. The maximum, on the other hand, is whatever you can reach and depends largely on whatever message you're trying to send. If you're begging with you're knees only eighteen inches apart, then, obviously, the matter isn't very important to you. Sort of like begging for permission to take the garbage out."
"So, if I'm really, really, really horny, I'd better be able to do the splits while kneeling?"
"Well, that's one approach."
"And an alternative would be?"
"See what you can do to make me really horny. Of course, will power is a big thing with me; I don't often use it but it can be rewarding.... anticipation, don't you know!"
"Would Sir permit me to practise walking for a while?"
"Not just walking...start at the kitchen, hands behind you, walk to the front door, kneel and kiss the floor, stand, step through your restraint, turn, lift the bar to the back of your neck, walk back to the kitchen, kneel, kiss the floor, stand, step through your restraint and walk over to the door again. Keep going 'till I tell you to stop."
"OOH...Sir, I'll be dripping all over your floor!"
"So sad, I guess you'll have to spend some time cleaning up after yourself, put that educated tongue to work."
"Oh yes, Sir, I promise I'll get every drop."
"That you will, girl, carry on!"
He kept her strutting her stuff for almost two hours but that included a number of pauses for her tongue to clean the floor. Holding her wrists behind her neck with her elbows drawn back proved to be helpful in loosening up the muscles of her chest and ass. Performing this ritual under His watchful eye brought her to orgasm three times; licking up the results did it twice more. At last, when she was nearing exhaustion..
"Come here, girl."
He bent her over the back of His chair, lifted the front to slide her wrist bar behind the front legs, squatted to unlock her left ankle and spread her legs to the outside of the chair legs.
"Don't move."
Leaving her to get comfortable, he wandered off to collect a few items.
"I think we'll start by mopping up all this dampness here, this sponge ought to do the trick."
As he lightly runs a dish sponge over the inside of her thighs, carefully avoiding her mound but spending some time on her ass.
"Mmm, Sir, if that is supposed to be cleaning up the wetness, I think it's having the opposite effect."
"Do you complain about our methods here, fraulein!"
"Oh no, Sir"
"Vas is los, I don't recall inviting you to close your legs, now look what you've done. I'll have to start all over again, now, where did I put that dishtowel, ah here it is, and nicely wet, too. Perhaps a few swats on the inside of your thighs will persuade you!"
Swat, Swat, Swat, and Swat.
"Oh, please, Sir...I'll talk, I'll talk, just no more with the dreaded wet towel!"
"Talk, Ve don't Vant you to talk! Ve have other uses for dat so pretty mouth!"
"Well, please, put it to use, then"
"What is all this noise in here, open wide, this facecloth should cut the volume some!"
"Mrph, Mrph"
"Stop that quite excessive wriggling of your ass, it's only the rough side of the sponge on your clit, nothing at all to get so excited about, now look what you've done, a gusher all over my pant leg! Oh, well, nobody said this would be easy, I guess I'll just have to get these pants out of the way."
Walking over to toss His trousers into the laundry bin, He ensures she gets a good view of the sizeable bulge in His boxers. Stripping off His shirt while He's there, He displays a rather impressively muscled body, He's a lot more than six feet tall and has to weigh close to two hundred fifty, yet he looks lean and hard. He returns with the square of black velvet in His hands. Ooh, blindfolded, gagged, tied helplessly over the back of a chair, spread out ready for use, a slave's fantasy.
"These breasts haven't had any attention at all, I'll bet they're feeling quite lonely."
"Oh, ticklish, are we, sorry breasts, I'll get to you in a while, I have a whole new project."
After some minutes during which her writhing actually lifted the chair off of the floor several times, SWAT across her ass with the wet towel.
"Stop all this wiggling around, you're like to damage my chair at this rate, OK, we need something a little more secure, spread-eagle on the bed would work but it's so prosaic. Can't hang you by your wrists from the ceiling beam, not in those cuffs, guess I’ll have to make some leather ones, maybe tomorrow, what else, Ah Ha..."
He lifts the front of the chair to release her arms, uses the bar to pull her upright and leads her over till she can feel the bearskin rug under her feet. Laying her back on the rug, he lifts her feet in the air and ties her ankles wide apart. She can feel the nubbly surface of the firescreen against her calves but the rest of her body is pulled out away from the fireplace, her ass just off the rug.
"That should be right. Good thing I used those eyebolts for the firescreen when I built this fireplace, truly serendipitous, still need something to stretch out her arms, though, this girl does some pretty vigourous bouncing."
A few minutes, during which she is able to cool to some extent, though her position still keeps her aroused; then, the sound of a drill.
"Good thing I kept this half inch manila, it ought to take the strain quite nicely."
She feels her arms being pulled over her head, hears a piece of rope being tied to the bar between her wrists.
"Just have to pass the other end through the eyebolt, draw it back, yes that stretches her out nicely, a couple of half hitches, perfect, piece of rope is just barely long enough to do the job. Now, where did I hide that electric toothbrush?".........
He's going to brush His teeth, at a time like this?
"Seems to me I promised some attention to these lovely’s, somewhere back along."
The feathery touch and hum of the electric brush on her breasts, clockwise on the right, counterclockwise on the left, stimulating, really quite pleasant...her body goes rigid as the brush is applied to her right nipple. He stops, just before the fountain, slowly, she relaxes...her left nipple, her body rigid again, she's so close just a few more....
"I think this stew needs to simmer for a while."
The creaks of the leather armchair, fragrant smell of His pipe, while her heartrate returns to something approaching normal.
"This feels like a Bailey's moment, now, what shall I pour it into?"
She feels a cool wetness in her navel, followed by the rasp of His tongue...
"If you don't stop bouncing around like that, you're going to spill my drink."
More of the coolness, this time between her breasts, she can feel the slight roughness of his five o'clock shadow as he teases her sensitised flesh with His tongue.
"Oops, I seem to have let an orgasm get away from me, guess I wasn't paying attention, maybe I should have used cognac instead."
She feels a towel being roughly wiped across her ass.
"From the looks of it, this handtowel isn't going to be anything like enough to keep your juices off the rug, I guess we have to sacrifice a bath towel to the cause, don't go anywhere, I'll be right back."
She feels a hand under her back, lifting her off the floor, granted she's not huge, but it’s like a hydraulic lift, He's not even breathing hard, her entire weight in one hand. She is set down again, this time on a large folded up bath towel; she can feel its texture on her ass and back.
"Time to test that pain tolerance of yours, now don't go anywhere, I'll only be a few minutes."
Like she could run if she wanted to, I wonder what He's up to, she thought.
"Right girl, listen carefully, I'm going to give you a light whipping, I'm not taking your gag out, my ears are sensitive, so, instead of a safe word, I want you to lift your ass off the floor, get your belly as high as you can reach. When I see that, I'll ask if you want me to stop. Rotate your hips clockwise for yes, counter for no."
Swish, splat across her belly, what feels like dozens of strips of fabric, sort of like being snapped with a wet towel after gym class, only lots of separate contacts; a slow burn across her belly. She waits...swish. splat across the inside of her right thigh...swish splat across the inside of her left thigh, she didn't even hear Him move, for a big guy, He's incredibly light on His feet, two more strokes across her right side, one at the hips, one higher...a matching pair across her left side, just the ends to her tits, one stroke to each...she's so close,just one more, pleeeease.......swish,splat to her groin and the tsunami strikes. She arches her back, as the orgasm seems to go on forever.
"Do you want me to stop?"
A hip rotation to the left followed by a roll to the right.
"Make up your mind girl, yes or no."
She lets her body sag against the towel, waits two beats, arches her back and wags her hips side to side.
"Now that's inventive, let me see if I can work out the code. You want me to keep going but not on your front, right?"
Several emphatic clockwise rolls.
"OK, well that's pretty clear, hang on a minute..."
She feels the hand lifting her again while something is placed underneath, then she is lowered to find her ass resting on the nubbly surface of His hassock. His touch at her left ankle, freeing it, then her right, he lifts her and rolls her over, her ankles, right first, tied again, now the soles of her feet are pressed against the firescreen. He pauses to take out the slack in the rope holding her arms.... Swish, slap this one is softer, wonder why, you'd think he'd be willing to strike her harder on the ass, less chance of doing damage....
about one hundred soft strokes later, spread between her ankles and neck, she's had two orgasms already and is almost at her third, god this man is good, it's like chinese water torture, please, don't stop now, two quick strokes to the inside of her thighs followed by one to her centre, she's writhing and twisting, this one is earthshattering.....Blackout.
The smell of ammonia just under her nose.
"Oooh, what happened?"
"You passed out, my lovely, so I untied you, took off the gag and blindfold, and carried you over to the couch."
"Not completely untied, I'm still wearing the bar on my wrists."
"You said you wanted to be continuously bound until late Sunday night."
"Oh, I wasn't complaining, actually I sort of thought you'd have refastened my ankles?"
"Thought about it, figured we'd be going to bed soon anyway, you'll be well spread all night, I promise you that."
"Oh goody, but you might have to carry me to the bed, I don't think I've strength enough to walk."
"We can certainly handle the ferry part, however, ferries have a price."
"So, how do I buy my ticket?"
This with a salacious grin and a lick of her lips.
"I think that's just about the right price, on your knees, girl."
She slithers down off His lap and takes her place between His legs.
"Haven't you forgotten something, girl.....Hands behind your back!"
With a groan of effort at the strain on her well reddened body, she slowly straightens up and goes through the ritual of stepping through her restraint, then kneels again, her knees about thirty inches apart.
"That's better, for future reference, that mistake will cost you five with a strap, not this weekend, you're just learning the ropes."
"And chains and other good things, that torture with the electric toothbrush was savage."
"Bitching again, are we?"
"Oh no, Sir, absolutely not, I like your style of savagery!"
"Stop malingering, you've your passage to pay."
"Not so fast girl, take your time about this, if you take less than twenty minutes to bring me off, there'll be no joy in the morning!"
"Not too shabby, girl...twenty eight and a half minutes, needs a little more work on technique, I felt your teeth a couple of times.... if that happens on future weekends, there'll be trouble!"
"Sorry Sir, that was my first time, I'll get better with practise."
"And practise you'll certainly get, if you want to continue with me."
"I'll look forward to it."
He got up, bent over, picked her up and carried her over to His bed; her fiery body snuggled against His broad chest, then stood her up to the left of the bed.
"Step through and then assume the position."
"On my back or belly?"
"If I had a preference, I'd have said so."
Stretching out sensuously on the silk sheets, feeling their delightful coolness against her burning back, she slowly raised her arms above her head to press the bar against the headboard, fitting her hands between the wooden spindles and spread her legs for the waiting ropes. But first, He choose to blindfold her, then tie the bar to the header of the bed, then her ankles, stretching her out snugly.... Then His weight on the bed beside her, He rolls over to kiss her goodnight, a long lingering kiss and fingering of her nipples that starts to get her heated again...
"Good night, my lovely, see you in the morning."
"Good night, Sir...thank you for today!"
"My pleasure, girl...go to sleep now."
End chapter ten
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