Written by Jacques Jill

BDSM
3 Mar 2013


The whole week he is away on business. It is late when he calls me from the airport. Neither of us have had supper yet. The summer sky looks threatening. It is hot and muggy.

- Come home to me J. I’ll fix us supper.

When he arrives I suggest the menu

- How is linguini a la Carbonare?

- Or better... how about pasta alla puttanesca,

How could I resist pasta alla puttanesca, whore's pasta?

- I can do that. And then after supper we can watch ...

- And then of course at the end of supper you will be naked already, and you will serve desert naked J. affirms.

- Oh really now, Sir! I say laughing. A myriad of sensations stir in my head as my pelvic muscles clench in anticipation.

- Well ... I thought an Italian whore’s specialty called for something ... special.

- Oh my! Are you claiming me now as your whore? I ask playfully.

- Do you want to be?

- Oh! Yes! Yes! I want to be your whore J., and I want to yield to your most secret and darkest desires.

- Careful what you wish!

We laugh. I need an excuse now, right this instant for what I plan next…

- And Carla, tomorrow, Sunday you will come to the gym with me to work out all that pasta we had tonight.

I got my excuse! He just handed it to me on a silver platter with white gloves on. It is a little lame but, it will do.

- Well sir, I will disobey you. I will do whatever I want tomorrow after I kick you out of my bed. And what are you going to do about it sir? Perhaps you will spank me?.... No, no please sir, I beg of you sir don’t punish me, don’t spank me please sir.

- That’s it! A good spanking. That’s what you need Carla, he says laughing.

- Oh sir, I know I deserve it for disobeying you. But please don’t hurt me too badly; I add plaintively as I undo the buttons holding my short pants. They fall to the ground. I am not wearing anything else underneath.

J. is sitting on the armchair, taking in a full frontal view of me wearing a camisole that reaches just above my pubic line, and nothing else. I smile wickedly. I can see the turmoil and mayhem I am causing him.

I saunter over to him and lay across his knees, pulling my camisole up to my waist.

- Go ahead sir. I am waiting. I am ready for my punishment, I say plaintively.

Nothing happens. I move my hair to one side over my shoulder and turn my head to see what’s going on. J. is paralyzed, not knowing what to do with those limp arms of his that are just dangling by his side uselessly.

- Oh come on sir J. I am waiting, hurry up…..

I take a hold of his right hand and spank my bare bum, more a caress than a spanking.

- O.K. Can your whore make it up to you for disobeying a direct order by giving you a smoking hot lap dance? Believe me you won’t complain! And in this club here there are no house rules and no bouncers! You can touch me anywhere you please!

I choose "Put It on Me" from Ja Rule's second album. It blares through the speakers of the DVD player. I sashay over to J. I take off my camisole and throw it at his face, then I turn my back to him. I slither down the entire length of his body all the while looking at him over my shoulder. Then I climb back up again on my feet, and I stand towering over him whipping him over and over with my hair. I sit on his knees my legs spread wide apart. I pull my nipples to my mouth. I undo his tie and use it to draw him to my wet nipples.

Sigmund Freud once said, "A woman should soften but not weaken her man."

J. takes his tie back from my hands. He picks me up and carries me to the bed room. He tells me to lie down on my back and to spread my thighs. I do as I am told and get ready for sex.

But things don’t unfold as I thought they would.

He does not undress. J. sits on the bed and wraps his tie around his hands like a rope.

- BDSM? Oh my! I didn't know you were in to that J.

- Carla you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You are free to get up, get dressed and we can be just friends. No hard feelings.

I have apprehensions now about what he intends for me. Not just a little.

“Carla what do you want to do?” asks my inner voice. “Decide! Either you stay and go through with it, or leave now. It’s your call!”

I decide to stay. This is the most exhilarating and exciting thing I have ever done. But it is also so scary.

- I have not done this before but I am totally up for it. I am staying.

J. runs his fingers through my hair, then picks a rebellious stray strand off my brow and combs it off. Then he leans over and kisses me. I try hard to imagine what kind of BDSM J. is into. BDSM requires and implies a level of trust and a surrender of control by the restrained to the active partner. Am I prepared for that?

The sense of vulnerability and the variety of sex acts I imagine is very arousing. I will be powerless, unable to interfere with the sexual activity. But it is the unknown that is an incredibly erotic stimulation. It’s the sweetest strangest feeling that conjures up from nowhere a deep seated ache in my abdomen heading straight for my pelvis. I crave relief from this overcharged tension.

- Carla I know you want your orgasm now. You must not climax. Not yet. Only when I let you. Spread your arms across the bed.

I am still free to get up and leave. It is not too late. But I don’t. I obey him. I spread my arms across the bed as he asked. I imagine what it will feel to be powerless when J. ties me up to the bed. J. does not use any ropes. He tells me in his flinty voice that he tied me.

- Do not move a single muscle. You must not move and you must not come until I tell you.

-

I can’t move a muscle now. J. I am totally yours. You can do anything you please with me.

J. is standing at the end of the bed contemplating my nudity.

- Carla, you are so beautiful naked in this pose! You remind me of one of the four delightful and delicate little golden shawabtis guarding Tutankhamen’s outer shrine with their arms spread out!

Oh my! I am beautiful! I remind him of a gold shawabti. No one has ever told me I was beautiful... How could that be love. Yet he utters these magical three words

- Carla, I love you he says in a warm caring voice. I can't imagine how is it possible that he can tell me he loves me and then the next scene in this erotic fantasy he goes on to hurt me. How ?

- Close your eyes Carla He says with flinty voice. Not at all the voice that said he loves me a moment ago. I do as he says.

I close my eyes. I am now shut out of the entire world; I am in a prison with no light. I am spread out and all my limbs tied with strong invisible rope. I wait.

- How do you prefer that I make you come, Carla? Sex or what I have in mind?

- I don’t know ... I can’t decide. May be if you don’t tell me what it is you want to do to me, I add plaintively, nearing exhaustion.

- Shall I decide for you then?

- Yes please

- Are not scarred of what I might do to you.

- I am terrified.

- Good. Does the fear arouse you Carla?

- Yes...

He kisses me hard. I let him in my mouth. Our tongues twist over each other. Then he goes down to my sex. He spreads my labia and tastes my arousal.

- Oh don’t stop please J.

He has no intention. He penetrates me deeper and deeper with his tongue.

Suddenly he stops. I am just about ready to scream at J. for denying me my orgasm, just about when I came so close

- How badly do you want me to make you come?

I beg him on the verge of tears.

- J. please... very badly

-

J. runs his tie lightly over my nipples then down my abdomen ever so slowly he reaches my pubis and even ever so lightly he moves the tie over my sex, over and over and over again. He spreads my labia and continues the light touching with the tie over my clitoris. I dare not move. I am tied to the bed posts with invisible tethers and I am blindfolded by his order to shut my eyes. I can’t stand anymore the craving for orgasmic relief but I am powerless to do anything about it.

I tense all my muscles to try to free myself; but I am transfixed by my tethers. I cannot liberate myself from the imaginary knots. A surge of insane sensations explodes out of nowhere as the tie continues its infernal dance over my clitoris. I suffocate, I drown as I suddenly achieve my first orgasm of the night. And the tie continues its relentless caress prolonging the seismic aftershocks of my orgasm.

- Now you can move Carla.

I am not tied anymore. I relax finally and I can look at J. sitting at the edge of the bed smiling.

- Wow J. I didn’t know you can do these things with a tie! I must remember to get you ties for Christmas, for your birthday, for any occasion. How did you do that! It was incredible. On a scale of one to ten my lap dance was maybe a five but that was way over the top!


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