Agony Aunt (2 page)

Both of her guests were lying on gym mats like hers, and both were nude. The three men handcuffed Liz’s wrists around the base of one of the pillars that supported the ceiling, then spread her legs apart and tied her ankles to ring bolts in the floor of Harriet’s basement workshop. Janet was spread out starfish-fashion with her wrists and ankles tied to the same kind of ring bolts. Neither of them was gagged. The cellar was soundproof, so there was no danger of them being heard in the adjacent houses. Nor did it matter what they might say to anyone present.

After what they had done to Harriet, the treatment the other two got was almost anti-climactic, although Liz and Janet certainly seemed to enjoy it as the men took turns in arousing them and mounting them. But they weren’t lashed as she had been, and except for being tied helplessly, their experience wasn’t much different from normal sex. She listened to their cries of pleasure as they came, and marvelled at the stamina displayed by the men. Was it her imagination that the one who had done her last – the one she guessed was Jean – seemed to be a bit tired himself after the ride they had had? She liked to believe she had given him as much pleasure as she had received. Things seemed so much more balanced that way.

As she watched her guests and listened to their cries, Harriet found herself becoming excited all over again. She twisted on the floor, tugging at her bonds, and the rope between her legs rubbed against her clitoris as she heaved and jerked. While Liz and Janet were being made to come by their partners, Harriet brought herself to the brink – and over – by her own efforts. As with the other two women, part of her own excitement came from being bound and helpless. Her soft cries were muffled by her gag and went unnoticed by the others.

When it was over, the three ‘intruders’ had untied Liz and Janet and let them go to the toilet. Then, still nude, they were bound hand and foot, gagged and blindfolded, and carried out to the van Harriet used for collecting those of her clients who didn’t come of their own accord. She had arranged for them to be dropped off at their respective homes, though the two women hadn’t known where they were being taken when collected earlier. When the others were ready for transport, the men had come back for her. One lifted her shoulders while another supported her under the knees. The third one had gone ahead and opened doors for them. They had carried Harriet like a sack of potatoes up the stairs to her bedroom two flights above and deposited her, still bound, on her bed. Before leaving her alone Jean bent to kiss her nipples and eyes. She liked to think that he would have kissed her between her legs as well if they hadn’t been tied so tightly together. Then they had gone. Harriet heard the doors close as they left, and she was alone in her bed. That was just as well, because by now she was worn out. She heaved herself into a comfortable position and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Not surprisingly, she dreamt that she was bound and gagged. She woke several times in the night, turning herself over laboriously before falling asleep again.

When she finally woke, the room was bright with the morning sun, and she had company. Tom was standing beside the bed. She wasn’t sure, but she had the impression that he had been standing there for some time. He was staring at her, and Harriet was suddenly aware that this was the first time in their relationship that Tom had seen her helpless. From the beginning she had been in control, giving him the orders. She had never allowed Tom to see her completely naked or have sex with her. She supposed that he could have overpowered her at any time but had chosen instead to obey her. But now she was not in control. Harriet wondered now if Tom had ever thought of turning the tables on her when she was putting him in bondage. He was now in the dominant position, and the look on his face told her he was considering what to do with her.

The choices were really quite simple. He could either untie her immediately, thereby restoring the familiar mistress/slave relationship they had developed over the past seven or eight months, or he could take advantage of her helplessness to assert some sort of control – even if only temporary – over her. As Harriet knew very well, there is something appealing in the sight of an attractive woman who is naked and bound. But Harriet had enough confidence in her training regime to believe that he would revert to his former position, although she felt she had to make an effort to reassert her control, especially in this situation.

‘Uhh eye eee oww!’ she grunted through her gag, jerking vigorously at the ropes that bound her. Her meaning was unmistakable even if her words were not. But Tom continued to stare down at her.

Harriet saw the moment when he decided to have her, and was both excited, gratified and annoyed at the same time. She didn’t like the idea that he could break training at this stage, but she was also turned on at the idea of being had while unable to deny her partner. And she was gratified that Tom thought her attractive enough to risk her wrath by taking advantage of her in this way. His decision revealed that the training had not wholly broken his spirit of mischief and fun. Now that she knew what he was going to do, she lay waiting for him to work out how he was going to go about it. Bound as she was, Harriet was safe from the normal methods of penetration and sexual intercourse, and Tom wouldn’t want to untie her because he knew she would immediately try to reassert her own dominance.

Tom must have come to a similar conclusion. He left the room and Harriet could hear him descending to the cellar – doubtless to collect what he thought he would need. The student was about to use what he had learnt against the mistress, and Harriet would soon discover if her training in the art of human bondage had been thorough. The notion of having her skills turned against her was embarrassing, but at the same time every good teacher values a good student.

On his return, Tom carried some more of the rope the three ‘intruders’ had used to tie her. Harriet approved of his choice while at the same time trying to signal with a withering glance that she expected him to untie her forthwith. But Tom planned no such thing. He sat on the bed and turned Harriet over until she was lying on her back. Then he carefully straightened her legs out, taking the time to caress her through the sheer nylon stockings. Harriet had learnt very early on that Tom, like most men, had a weakness for women in stockings and suspenders, and she liked to have her legs stroked and admired. She had allowed Tom to caress her legs on several occasions, usually when she was wearing tights, and she knew he was excited by them. At the time she had been gratified to be the unattainable object of his admiration, but now she found herself excited by his attentions while she was unable to control him.

Tom spent a good deal of time merely rubbing his hand over her legs, pausing when he reached the ropes to touch them and assure himself that she was securely tied. It was as if he couldn’t believe that she had allowed herself to be manoeuvred into this position. Harriet shivered as he fingered the ropes at her ankles and knees, reminding her that she was bound. He moved to her feet, stroking the hollows of her ankles, touching her ankle bones with a feather’s touch of fingers, then running his hands into the hollows behind her knees. Harriet sighed as he touched her in those places which so few men ever thought about. She was excited by the way he paid attention to her details, exploring all the places and smells of her body now that he had the opportunity. It was rare for a woman to be so cherished.

Had she been free, she would have been obliged by the rules she had imposed to stop him. But now she was helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted to her. They both knew he would have to pay for this later, but later was later, and Harriet surrendered herself to the pleasure of being handled. She felt the ropes tight around her hands and feet as she squirmed beneath his touch, revelling again in the freedom conferred by her captivity.

Tom’s hands travelled up her legs once more, tracing the swell of calf and the fullness of thigh. He ran his fingers back and forth over the place where her stockings ended and bare flesh began. Like crossing a border into another place, she thought. She felt his fingers forcing their way between her thighs, and she tried to make room for his explorations. Tom touched her labia, even though it was a tight fit, finding the rope that ran between them and pushing against it where it passed over her clitoris. She was already sensitive there from the long contact between rope and flesh, and she jerked in pleasure when he touched her again. She let out a long ‘aaahhhhhh’ of satisfaction.

Even with Harriet’s help and encouragement, there wasn’t enough room to explore that area very well, but that was one of the problems Tom would have to solve on his own – Harriet could only let him know when he was on the right track. He apparently came to the same conclusion, withdrawing after a few more strokes. Her hands were the next thing he touched. They were held palm to palm, pulled down against the mat of her pubic hair by the rope between her thighs. Tom caressed her fingers one by one, then clasped both her hands, tugging gently on them to make the rope move against her clitoris. This was even more exciting than his fingers had been, and she drew in a sharp breath at the touch. Tom took her wrists in both his hands, holding them together as if to show her that she was
his
prisoner. Hers were the hands that had wielded the whip over him whenever she thought fit.

Still holding her by the wrists, Tom bent to kiss each of Harriet’s nipples, drawing a gasp from her as his lips brushed the sensitive flesh. She wanted him to keep on, to take them between his teeth, teasing them until she could stand no more. She knew that would make her come, and she twisted her shoulders and arched her back, trying to thrust her breasts closer to his mouth, but he was already gone. It came to her then that he was toying with her, bringing her to fever pitch and then leaving her hanging as she had done with him time and again. She was being repaid in her own coin, and she could see the rueful justice in that. She would have done the same thing had their roles been reversed.

Abruptly Tom stood up and began to take his clothes off. When he got his trousers down Harriet could see that he was erect. She took that as a tribute to herself – both to her looks and to her helplessness. However, she still had no idea what he was going to do with the evidence of his arousal. Somehow he would have to part her legs and free her hands before he could get that inside her, and she wondered what it would feel like. It occurred to her that she was about to lose her virginity as far as Tom was concerned. This would be the first time he had penetrated her. She waited expectantly but Tom made no move to untie her.

He returned to stand beside the bed, then bent down and picked her up, grunting with the effort as he lifted the weight of her compact, sturdy body. One arm supported her shoulders and the other held her under the knees.

Ah, Harriet thought. Having made her his captive, the caveman was about to take his prize back to his lair. She smiled at the idea while enjoying the experience of being carried by him.

But Tom only went as far as the armchair across the room before setting Harriet down on her feet and steadying her when she seemed about to fall. He turned her until the chair was behind her, then sat down in it and spread his legs. In the mirror Harriet could see his cock standing up in his lap. Then he grasped the rope tied around her waist and tugged sharply on it.

Harriet lost her precarious balance and fell backward into the chair. She was taken by surprise and let out a dismayed grunt, thinking she was going to fall to the floor, but she landed between his knees and he pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his erect cock between them. It seemed to reach halfway up her back, and she experienced brief regret that she wasn’t able to take it inside her at the moment. It seemed too good to waste, but she had ‘wasted’ similar erections in the past when she was teasing him. Now she wondered why – with the reversal of their roles, Harriet had undergone a change of viewpoint. But the etiquette of the B&D game (not to mention her gag) prevented her from communicating this to Tom, and the stubborn part of her kept insisting that she would suffer a great loss of face if she admitted to him that she wanted to be had so thoroughly. Mistresses didn’t say that to their slaves, even when the slaves had them – temporarily, she told herself – in their power.

Tom settled her comfortably in his lap and bent to kiss the nape of her neck. Harriet could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin and the touch of his lips felt fiery on her. She moaned softly. Tom had once told her that he liked this position best of all. Both his hands were free to touch and stroke and arouse the woman, and all her most sensitive areas lay open to him from behind. Of course Harriet had never allowed herself to be put into this position. But she had to admit that everything she owned was within his reach – or would have been if she hadn’t been tied. But Tom doubtless had something in mind, and she could do nothing except wait for him to begin what had to be his show.

Still kissing her back, Tom reached around and took her full breasts in his hands. In the mirror Harriet watched as his fingers closed over her. The woman in the mirror flushed as he cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands. The areolae were darkening and becoming larger, the tiny points that surrounded them becoming prominent. This always happened when she was aroused. She leant forward, pressing herself against the living bra that supported and stroked her. The woman in the mirror struggled to get free, to open her legs, to speak to the man whose hands sent shivers through her.

She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations flooding through her. Her breasts felt heavy and hot, as if filled with molten lead, while her stiff nipples ached deliciously at the touch. Tom stroked them from base to tip, elongating and stretching them. Harriet felt herself grow warm between the legs, and knew she was becoming wet inside as she was fondled and kissed. She felt a small shudder at the base of her belly, a tingling in the insides of her thighs that preceded her orgasm. Her breath caught on a gasp and Harriet gathered herself for the climax.