Journey
of Discovery
By
Victoria Mystere
Edited
by Studbound
Chapter
Three
He was just buckling the belt on his suit trousers when she walked into the bedroom. "Good morning, Lillian, what's on your agenda for the day?"
"I have to take Wally and Paula to school -- then I am pretty much free. Are you going to have a busy day?'
"Looks that way. Seems that every Thursday is like that. The old man schedules every meeting imaginable for Thursday. His reasoning is that with the coming of summer -- people will be off on vacation on Friday and Monday. Tuesday is too soon in the week to identify the problem and Wednesday is just not comfortable for him. I think it has something to do with his scheduled golf game. At any rate, Thursdays are a mess. I might not be home until around seven tonight. Is that okay?"
She watched him walk down the hall to the kid's room. The thoughts in her mind were still troubled. The problem was, and it was a big problem, he was a good man: kind to his children and kind to her. She was still deeply in love with him. She knew that somehow and yet the bedrock of her belief system had just been assaulted and she felt herself reeling from the impact. After dropping the children off to some of the last days of school, she returned home. It seemed there was much to do but she didn't know where to start. In desperation she retrieved a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and sat on the deck feeling the early June sun warm her.
She rose, and with a look of resolve, entered the computer room. The act of doing this was very difficult for her. As she had sat on the deck and felt the sun on her skin, she knew she needed more information in order to make a decision and the computer room was where this information was being kept. Easing into the chair by the computer she turned the machine on. Repeating the steps of last night, she quickly connected to the service and waited for the cursor to change from an hourglass to the customary arrow. Once this was accomplished she decided she would do a net search using one of the search engines the service provided. The first word she typed was BONDAGE. The screen remained unchanged for several minutes before the search engine's logo appeared. The site match listed 40,000 documents that used that word. She ran the scroll bar down the list and copied some of the more common terms: BD, BDSM, RESTRAINTS, LEATHER, and others.
Returning to the search menu she altered her search to some of the more common terms. When she tried + B D, she was amazed to find nearly 400,000 documents. She perused the list and felt the walls of her world crumbling. So many others must enjoy this. Choosing one of the sites that looked interesting, she moved the arrow to the correct position and double-clicked on the highlighted letters. As she sat and waited for the document to be loaded she thought about what she was seeing. 400,000 documents! What did that mean? Was the entire world into this sort of thing? If everyone enjoyed bondage, where was she when it suddenly had become popular?
She went from site to site. There were essays, stories, pictures, and resources with professional articles on the subject. When her stomach growled for the sixteenth time that minute, she looked at the clock on the wall. 2:45! That simply couldn't be!, she thought. She bounded from the chair and ran into the bedroom to retrieve her watch. Not only was it quarter to three -- it was actually 2:53! The kids would be dismissed in seven minutes and she had about a ten-minute drive to get to the school. She ran out of the house, hopped into the car, and drove as quickly as her conscience would allow. The trip to the school passed in a blur.
Before she knew it, he was home, and they were finishing dinner.
"So, Howard, how was your day?"
"Better than I expected. I guess the thing is that when you get so tired, it seems to take longer for everything to happen. The day never seemed so long. I kept looking at my watch and gasping that so little time had passed. How about yours?"
"I don't think I want to talk about that for now. I guess I better get the dishes done. Howard, I have thought about this all day and I have decided that, if you want bondage, we can try something this weekend. Maybe I have been too quick to judge. Would you like to try it? It does nothing for me, but if you want it so badly, I'll see what I can do. Saturday night when the children are away?"
There was a question fraught with contradictions and Howard felt as if he had just stepped into a minefield. His senses stretched toward her and tried to determine what she was thinking. He replied, "I don't know. It really is important to me and I would be more thrilled if you would enjoy it too."
"Let me think about it a little more. I guess the problem I have with it is that it seems to make a mockery of love. Love, at least to me, means that we give each other freely. This seems to be the opposite. And I don't like to hurt people. Especially you!"
"I know what you mean. I guess my answer is not all that simple either. For some strange reason our society had confused sex and love until the lines between gratification and romantic love have been blurred. Listen to the television or the movies and hear the characters talk about making love. Whenever they do that I cringe. Love is understanding and realizing that without the other person, you would be much less than you are together. Love is doing the little things for the other person without being asked. The touching, the presence you have in my mind, the part of me that you have become: these things have little to do with sex."
She stared at him and never knew he thought that way. Again, he surprised her and she mumbled something incoherent as she started running the water for the dishes. Sitting at the table watching her fuss over the dishes was a pleasant experience for him. He still was very deeply in love with her and nothing she could say or do would, or could, alter those feelings. He went to watch television and relax a while before bed. Outside he could see the children involved in their games and he smiled once more. The feeling that everything was going to work out was strong and, at least for now, that was enough.
All through the rest of the week, she studied more bondage sites on the Internet, learned, looked, and searched for ideas. Saturday afternoon the children went to stay with their grand parents. Lillian was alone with her husband.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lillian?"
"No. No, I am not sure. I will try it. That is all I can promise. If I don't like it, we'll just have to quit. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Well, I suppose we should get started." He said with obvious pleasure showing through his smile. He was freshly showered and sitting on the couch clad only in his jockstrap as she had requested.
"Howard, I want you to close your eyes -- tightly."
With as little noise as she could possibly make she moved closer to him. With just a hint of a smile she kissed him lightly on the lips. He started to say something but she hushed him by putting her fingers to his lips. "Not now, Howard. I will do all of the talking for both of us.
Without a signal Howard felt something soft and smooth cover his eyes. He started to move to allow her to tie the blindfold on from behind but she pushed him back onto the couch. She tightened the scarf around his eyes and knotted it at the side. She reached for his hand and pulled gently -- he followed. She put her hands on his hips from behind and said, "Listen, I want you to walk. I will guide you by pressure on either side. If I want you to move to the left -- I will tighten my hand on that side. Nod if you understand." He slowly nodded his head and she began pushing him gently from behind. When they reached the stairway she took his hand and placed it on the banister. He took a step up. The feeling of having his vision removed was powerful. His penis was fully engorged and it obscenely stuck out inside of his jock. When they reached the top of the stairs she resumed the gentle pressure on his hips. After what seemed to be a long journey, he felt her reach her hands around his front and pull back. He stopped.
Turning him easily by taking his hand in hers, they entered the bedroom. She walked him to the bed and his shins hit the bed rail with a thump.
"Sorry about that, I didn't mean it."
"It's nothing. What do you want me to do?"
"Turn around and stretch out on the bed -- you know, your favorite position." She said with a smile in her voice.
When he could feel the bedposts with his hands he laced his fingers around the wood and waited. He felt the bed moving but could not see what was going on. When his right wrist felt the soft silk scarf he smiled. She tightened it and threaded it around the bedpost. Snugging it tightly, she repeated the motions on the other hand. Howard had already stretched out his legs when she forced them back together. He felt her strong hands bring them to cross and nearly ejaculated when she tightened the belt around his ankles. She pulled it tight -- but far too loosely for Howard's desires -- and snapped the buckle shut. In all of his dreams, he imagined he was tied in bed with a beautiful woman about to perform wonderful and exotic ministrations on his body.
He felt the bedsprings relax as she stepped off the bed. She was moving around the room, but he did not know what she was doing. There seemed to be the sound of her shedding her clothes and he smiled. He felt the bed move as she placed one knee, bent over his bound body, and kissed him gently. He started to respond but she moved away. The next thing he felt was her breast being inserted into his mouth. He sucked hungrily.
She instructed, "Not so hard. I like it gentle." He stopped his torrid motion and resumed a steady soft sucking. His tongue flicked the nipple and her breath caught ever so slightly in her throat. When she began moving away, he tried to follow. But she was gone. Suddenly he felt something he had never experienced in his life. Her moist lips closed on HIS nipple and began sucking. He felt her tongue moving and his erection became stronger. She reached her hand into his jockstrap to his penis and began softly stroking him while sucking on his nipple. The effect was devastating. His hips began bucking and he was writhing on the bed trying to increase the pressure of her hand. It didn't work. She simply stopped moving her hand and removed her lips. Every once in a while -- never at regular intervals -- she began to masturbate him again. When his breath would start to quicken, she would stop.
The time between stimulation and rest seemed interminable. His hips bucked their protest, but she never increased the frequency of the action. She felt simply ridiculous. It was one thing for sex to happen spontaneously, but quite another to plan it out for over two days. The scarves she had purchased were handy and fit into the pockets of her robe. If only he could see how ridiculous he looked. She had purchased the scarves at the bargain basement department of a discount store. From her perspective they were simply hideous -- yet they did the job admirably. If he could have seen . . . ah, but, she had taken care of that problem, hadn't she? The slow masturbation, as it was described on the Internet was working well.
The funny thing -- even though she hated to admit it -- she was beginning to enjoy herself just a bit. The feeling of sexual power over another was heady. They had talked for over three hours before sleep on Friday and she still didn't totally understand. But, at least she was willing to learn more. Even now, with her husband bound before her, her mind was traveling a few of the pathways she had entered in the last few days.
story continues in Journey of Discovery 4 by Victoria Mystere - Edited
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