Sandra and Marcus

Sandra and Marcus. By Sandra.

Chapter 2. Dual roles.

It was five o'clock on Wednesday afternoon. I had just come home from work, feeling quite tired. But I was happy. I had in fact managed to finish several tasks during the day. I lived with my boyfriend Marcus in a nice house with a good private garden leading out to the Amager Fælled woods in Copenhagen. I worked as a civil engineer in a large engineering company, and Marcus was an economist and worked in a large bank. Marcus was still at work. He had said he would come home at seven. I was thinking about cooking a meal for us. I looked through the fridge, but couldn't find anything that caught my fancy. I also looked through the freezer, without success. I thought about going to the shop, but didn't really want to go out.

Then my mind wandered to sex. In fact I had a fantasy. Or should I say plan? I was lying naked on my bed. Marcus was under my control. I told him to tie me spread-eagle, hands and feet to the bedposts. Even if I was tied down helpless like this, he would continue to carry out my every command. I found this fantasy very exciting and could feel I was getting wet.

Then I made a decision. I would get Marcus to agree on my plan and dinner would come later. I had actually thought about this fantasy often before, but this time I found that I had the impulse and drive to make it come true. I thought about what I wanted. There were of course many possibilities, more than would fit in one evening. But I was definitely going for the spread-eagle on the bed part. Other possibilities I had thought of were the "upside-down in the shower", "fastened to a plank", "put on view" and "with egg in the restaurant". They all made me excited. After last weekend's adventure I even contemplated a new one: "clean inside and out" (see Chapter one: A walk in the wood). I decided to go for the egg and the upside-down ones.

I suddenly had the energy to go shopping. I knew I had to go to the hardware store to prepare for the upside-down adventure, to get some eye bolts to put in the shower. We had a private shower in the basement with sturdy concrete walls, and we could put what hooks we wanted there without anyone eyeing them suspiciously. I also remembered that we were running short of rope. And I decided that I would buy some high quality wrist and ankle cuffs, that could be used for suspension. There was a good sex shop on Istedgade where I knew I could get the cuffs, and a hardware store on Vesterbrogade would have the eye bolts and some nice soft rope. I was back from the shops before six with all I needed. Using our electric drilling machine and wall plugs I put two pairs of eyebolts high on opposite shower walls, one pair at waist height, and one pair further down. I then put on some old clothes that were ready for throwing out and sat down in our living room with a glass of orange and tonic, enjoying the thoughts of the upcoming adventure.

When I was almost finished with my drink Marcus barged through the door saying "Hi Sandra! I'm home". "Hello darling. I'm in the living room", I answered. He came through and exclaimed when he saw my rags, "What on earth are you wearing? And what about dinner?". "Dinner comes later", I answered. "I've been planning a game". Marcus waited for me to carry on. "This time I'll be in charge. But at the same time, I'll be the bound person. I've had this fantasy for a long time. I tell you how to tie me up and what to do to me. You do exactly as I say. Will you?". Marcus seemed a little perplexed, but after I explained my plan a little better he said: "OK Sandra. I'll play along". "Then come to the bedroom" I said, and he followed me upstairs.

Once in the bedroom, I lay down on the bed and ordered Marcus to tie me with the new cuffs and rope to the four corners of the bed. Of course I controlled the rope tension, and I had them quite taut. I was really enjoying my dual dominant-submissive role. There was something very satisfying about it. Now leave me here for ten minutes. "And what shall I do", Marcus asked. "Whatever. Have a drink of orange and tonic. There is some in the fridge". Off he went, and I lay there enjoying myself, and being very excited. During our first experimentation with bondage we had decided on a safe word  (or rather phrase: spotless giraffe), and I could always use that if the ropes ended up being too taut. But they weren't and my position was in fact very arousing.

When the ten minutes were up I could feel I was very wet. "Now cut off my clothes and fuck me with a broom handle" was my next command. "What?" exclaimed Marcus. "Just do as your told, remember. No objections". A few minutes later I was completely naked on the bed, with a the end of a broom handle moving slowly in and out of my pussy. Wow. But I wasn't going to get an orgasm with this.

I decided that I wanted the bed sloping. So I told Marcus to get a couple of chairs and lift the bottom legs of the bed on top of them. Having my body sloping head down increased my excitement. I told him to do a few more things to me. Put some bondage around my breasts (fastened around my back). Tie little loops of string around my nipples. Excite me with fingers on my clitoris (but only for a short time).

Then I decided it was time for Marcus to take a more submissive part in the scene. First I had him shift the chairs to the top bed legs, so I would have a better view. Then I told him to take of his clothes, and this he did. I then told him to put on his black harness. It consisted of a leather waist belt, two leather straps around the top of the thighs, a cock ring attached to the waist belt both in front and at the back with a crotch strap. The thigh straps were also attached to the waist belt with a strap, and there were some D-rings and straps to fasten wrists. I found him gorgeous looking in his harness. He was my man. And for the moment he fulfilled my every wish. And his penis was just sooo erect. I couldn't wait any longer. "Now enter me. Make love to me. Fuck me. Any way you like. And don't untie me afterwards. But make the bed horizontal first." He removed the chairs. And then he made love me. I had a really good orgasm, and so did he.

Then I told him to untie me. But of course I had told him earlier not to, and he elected to obey the earlier command. Bummer. So I decided to tease him and test him. "Are you following my every command?" He answered yes. "Then insert the red remote control dildo up your anus, and secure it with the harness. He lubricated the dildo, unfastened the crotch strap, put the dildo inside, and fastened the strap again. "Now give me the remote control". He did. I could control it blindly with one hand even if I was tied to the bed. Then I had Marcus tie the D-rings of the harness to a couple of eyebolts we had in a inconspicuous place next to the window. "Just make sure the knots are easy to untie, in case we have some sort of crisis. And rest your hands on your head. And keep them there". Then I turned on the vibrator. And enjoyed seeing Marcus squirm.

For a while I played with him by turning the vibrator on and off and changing the speed of it. Finally I said: "I am getting hungry, aren't you? Isn't it time to untie me now?". He was very happy to obey, and quickly untied himself, and then me. I told him to leave the breast bondage on. It was really nice to feel the rope around the base of my breasts. And the strings around the nipples kept them constantly stiff (as if help for that was needed).

Now the time had come to prepare for the restaurant trip. I often fantasized about going to a restaurant with a remote control egg up my pussy. The thought really aroused me. And I had made thorough plans. I would wear my red harness (see Chapter 1), with a small butt plug in place. And Marcus would turn the egg on at unexpected moments. In fact he would be in control. But he should try to make sure that the other restaurant guests wouldn't suspect what was going on. I told Marcus to take off his harness and get dressed for going out. I inserted the egg (I was still so wet that no lubrication was needed). Then I put on the harness (with the butt plug in place) and told Marcus to lock it on.

The harness has a ring around the pussy that can be covered by a lockable metal plate, making it double as a chastity belt. I put a rubber ball through the hole, and locked the plate in place. The ball kept the egg in place directly agains my clitoris (and stopped it from rattling against the plate). The breast bondage made an interesting addition, but I wanted something more. I thought for a while and decided to attach my left arm to the waist belt of the harness. I could pretend I had a broken arm or some such injury. So I told Marcus to tie my left arm to the front of harness belt, both at the wrist and the elbow (with the lower arm parallel with the belt). I put on a sweater (with the left sleeve unused) and a pair of jeans (no underwear). Then I told Marcus: "For the duration of the restaurant trip you do not need to obey my orders. And you can use the egg to control me. But please be considerate. And keep the harness keys, in case of some sort of emergency". He put the keys in his pocket and we were ready to set off for the second part of this evening's adventure.

We decided (together) to go to a rather busy Chinese restaurant on Strøget (the main pedestrian street). We took the Metro underground train to Nørreport station. As soon as we sat down on the train the vibrating egg started. I looked at Marcus, who sat opposite me, but he just looked out the window. He had the remote control in his pocket. Then he moved to a different seat a few rows away where he sat smiling and observed me. There were about ten other passengers in the carriage. And the damned egg didn't stop. It went through all its different settings: slow, fast, rhythmic, powerful, weak,… But it wouldn't stop. And with my harness, the butt plug, the breast bondage, and the bound left hand I was bound to become aroused. I realized that some of the other passengers were looking at me. I must have moaned. We stopped at a few stations, people stepped on and off, but the fucking egg didn’t stop. And I noticed Marcus was grinning. The dog. Finally we came to Nørreport and when the train stopped so did the egg. I was exhausted from fighting the impulse to caress my breasts and just ignore everyone around me.

When we got off the Metro Marcus looked at me with a glint in his eye. "Now, you have a choice", he said. "You do as I tell you, and I'll be easy-going on the remote. Or else I can leave it on full blast". After my experience on the train I was quick to decide for the first one. "OK, on our way to the restaurant there are these rules: If the egg comes on low, you will stop and turn towards me and kiss me. If it comes on high you must jog. And if it pulsates, you will skip along in rhythm with it." I wasn't too happy about this turn of events but decided to play along. I also had to admit that I was myself a bit excited by this new fancy of Marcus, of dual remote control (of me as well as the vibrator – see Chapter 1). So I variously walked, ran and skipped down Nørregade to the restaurant with a couple of intimate kissing breaks. For the most part I enjoyed the excitement, but worried what we would to if we met someone we knew, from work or even worse, some of the neighbours.

We reached the restaurant after about 10 minutes without meeting any familiar faces. When we came there, we found an out-of-the-way table where I could sit with my back to a wall. There were a few dozen other guests, but the immediately adjacent tables were unoccupied. The waiter, a chubby old Chinese lady, came around and gave us our menus. We ordered a glass of white wine each, and when she brought them Marcus asked her to give us a while with the menus.

Marcus was still in a controlling mood. "You probably don't want the egg going on full blast?!" he asked (or stated). Then he handed me four velcro strips, and explained how the loop they had at the end made it possible to fasten them with one hand. "Fasten your legs to the chair legs with these, ankles and below the knees. Tightly". I obeyed, and after a bit of fumbling and pretending I was looking for something I had dropped on the floor, both my lower legs were secured to opposite chair legs. Then Marcus came around the table, and pretended he was checking that my supposedly injured arm was comfortable, but the real reason was to fasten the D-ring on the back of my harness to the back of my chair with a velcro strap. My plan of going to the bathroom if the vibrating egg became intolerable was not going to work. I wasn't going anywhere without a lot of fumbling.

We started looking at the menus. I decided to go for chicken chop suey (should be easy to eat with chopsticks in one hand), but Marcus said he wanted Peking Duck. Soon after, the old lady came to our table and took our orders (and didn't seem to notice anything unusual).

While we were waiting for our dinner, the egg turned on. I just sat there and stared at Marcus. The whole situation was so stimulating. My legs forced wide apart, my left arm bound. rope around my breasts, plug in my anus, a plate covering my pussy so I couldn't touch myself down there, and a vibrating egg inside me. It was incredibly difficult to keep silent. In the end I just gave up. I put my free hand under my sweater and caressed my nipples until I came. I managed to keep it fairly silent, but a few of the other guests seemed to notice and looked our way very suspiciously. Marcus had a big grin on his face and a big bulge down there.

When our food came we were absolutely starving. It was already 9 pm, and I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch time. It tasted delicious. Marcus seemed to forget about the remote control in his pocket while he gobbled his food, but in the middle of the meal he suddenly remembered, and started to turn the egg on each time I had a bite of food in my mouth. It was strange. I started to think about hanging upside down in the shower. I was really looking forward to it. A had tried it a couple of times with self-bondage before I met Marcus. I could feel I was getting excited again. But then the egg stopped, and while we finished our meal I told Marcus about my plans for the shower suspension. He listened quite interested. He had never tried being suspended by his legs, and said he would want to try it sometime.

When we were finished eating, a young Chinese guy came to our table and asked if we wanted dessert. Then the egg came on, and I just looked at the lad dumbfounded. Marcus kept silent, and in the end I managed to squeeze out a "yes please". He gave us the menus again, and when he came back to take our orders the egg was still going, and I was in agony keeping silent and a straight face. I don't know how I managed to stutter two Chocolate dream delights please. From his bright red face it was obvious that the lad was embarrassed and aware that something was going on. But he didn't say anything, and came back five minutes later with our desserts. Marcus had stopped the egg, but started it again while we were eating our dessert. My threshold was getting rather low, and I was glad that most of the guests had left by now. So I allowed myself a few oooh, aaah, ff…, oooooh, in-between spoonfuls of delight (which was actually quite that). When we were finished eating Marcus helped me to release all the velcro strips and then we paid our bill and were off.

"Lets take a taxi home", I suggested. But Marcus had something else on his mind. "No, lets walk home he said. But first I want to change your bondage a little. There is a disabled bathroom in McDonalds over there". I followed him reluctantly into McDonalds and we sneaked into the bathroom. And here is what he did: He took down my jeans, unlocked and removed the pussy plate and the rubber ball, tied my right hand to the harness so that the fingers were in my pussy, and then pulled my jeans up again. What were people going to think?! But Marcus said, "Everyone is busy minding their own thing. Don't worry". "But what if we meet someone we know?" "Then we're just in a terrible hurry, and don't have any time to talk to them". Then he peeked out the door, declared the route to be clear, and before I knew we were walking along the street. I tried out how much I could move my right hand, but it wasn't much. He had tied my hand to the pussy ring, and my fingers were basically stuck inside me. Then the egg came on. And I just couldn't stop myself, rubbing my clit, and I came within two minutes. I think I came four times on the way home – but I'm not sure, I actually lost count. Boy was it exciting.

When we came to our house, Marcus took me straight to the garden. Our garden is surrounded by thick bushes, and pretty much hidden from view (especially when it is dark). I had more or less accepted the fact that he had taken over the control while we were on this restaurant trip. And since we hadn't been in the house yet, we were technically still on that trip. "Now I am going to make you horny" he told me. "It is a warm evening, so you shouldn't be too cold tied up naked in the garden".

He untied both my arms and pulled my sweater off me. Then he tied my wrists to the laundry drying rack, with the rope crossing itself (as you might tie the two rods in a kite together). Our laundry rack is built of metal pipes and quite sturdy. There is a horizontal connecting pipe at exactly the right height, so that when my wrists were tied to it I was a little stretched. Now Marcus pulled down my jeans and undressed me completely. He also undid and removed both my breast bondage and my harness, and pulled out the egg. Finally he tied my ankles to an iron eye bolt that was hidden in the grass under the middle of the drying rack (he had spent a couple of hours digging a concrete block into the ground there and setting the eye-bolt in it last summer).

Marcus told me that I looked absolutely gorgeous, stark naked and outstretched. And he fondled my breasts and pussy a little. Then he just left me. All I could do was just stand there and wait. I think it must have been at least 15 minutes. And it did work. I became terribly horny. Boy did I want to start that shower adventure. Finally he came and released me. As soon as we came into the house, I said to Marcus: "Now, the restaurant trip is over, and I take command again. OK?". He agreed (I think a little reluctantly). "I told you to be considerate with the remote control. I don't think you were. I'll get my own back later. But now bring the suspension cuffs and the new rope downstairs." He went to our bedroom and fetched the cuffs  and rope, and then came down to the basement where I was making sure the shower was nicely warm.

I explained to him what he should do. First he should help me to put on my wrist and ankle cuffs. Then he should cut two lengths of rope, about 8 meters long each. One end should be tied to an ankle cuff, and then the rope should be threaded through one of the high eye-bolts, back through a ring on the ankle cuff and through the other high eye bolt. Thus we would have a rope and pulley system that tripled his pulling force, so it would be dead easy for him to pull me up. Finally he should tie the rope off to one of the waist-high eye-bolts. But before starting he should tie my wrist cuffs to the low eye-bolts. "And one more thing. Once I have had an orgasm, you can take over the command. You can do what you want, but you must not bring me down again until I have had at least two more".

Once all the ropes were in place I sat down in the shower facing the back wall, wrists tied to the eye-bolts. Then Marcus started to slowly pull on the ropes. It was an exhilarating experience. First I was lying on my back with one leg in the air, then the other. Me legs were slowly pulled higher and higher, until I was resting on the back of my shoulders. But it didn't stop there. I was pulled higher and higher. First my head cleared the floor, and finally my arms were stretched and I could move very little. "Now this is about right", I said, "tie the ropes off now". There is just no way I can explain the excitement that I felt. I had been dreaming about this moment a lot of times.

"Turn on the shower now" was my first command. Mmmm, did it feel good. And as you, dear reader, can imagine, I was in need of a shower down there (or more correctly 'up there', considering my position). Then I had Marcus soap me thoroughly everywhere and wash me down with the hand held shower. It was thoroughly enjoyable. "Now give me an orgasm" I commanded. "Use the big dildo." He knew the dildo I was talking about, and soon had it in his hands. It was in fact quite big, but I was so horny and wet that Marcus managed to insert it quite easily. In-out-in-out. "Aaahh, ooooh, oooh, aaah, mpfff, aah, oooooh". And I came.

As agreed, Marcus now took command. And he was quite inventive, as I had expected. He untied my hands and tied them instead to my upper thighs. Then he tied strings to my nipples and pulled on them to get me swinging back and forth. He told me it was extremely exciting to look at me like that. In fact at that point he undressed and had an orgasm himself. When he was about to come he put his penis into my mouth and spurted and told me to swallow it. That was exciting.

Next Marcus tied my hands to the top eye-bolts, so that I was doubled up. Then he undid the hand-held shower head and inserted the hose into my anus and proceeded to clean my inside. After last weekend's adventure it didn't really surprise me, and it felt in fact quite nice. He then went and got his enema kit and filled me with water. He was considerate and used just two litres, but being upside down, that felt quite enough. Now he tied my hands back to the lowermost hooks. And he used a big vibrator to masturbate me. It really felt sooo good. I think I almost screamed with ecstasy. And then I came. But he didn't stop. And I came again. And the third time. And (I think) the fourth time. But then he decided that enough was enough and hauled me down and removed all my bondage. It was already 1 am and time to go to bed.