15: Singularity
Exclusion Principle
S T U D (5 points)
Rob had suffered a crushing defeat. "I dunno why I keep playing this game with you two."
While I was away soul-searching, Rob had been here for Sophie. He checked in on her, played games with her; kept her company.
"How about next time we play something I'm good at. Like Monopoly."
Sure, his intentions weren't entirely pure - he'd told me as much himself. But I couldn't really hold that against him.
"Nobody likes a sore loser, Rob," Sophie said, sticking out her tongue.
I couldn't hold it against either of them.
"Yeah, yeah." Rob chuckled. "Right, I'm gonna head out," he said, putting on his shoes. "I'll leave you two to your kinky sex games."
In spite of everything, the three of us were still friends. "See you, mate." But we never shared a bed together again.
And the funny thing was, since getting back together, Sophie and I had yet to have any 'kinky sex games'. We'd barely had sex at all. There was this weight to it. But just being together, back in each other's arms… it was enough.
"Shall we head up?"
It was perfect.
Entanglement
We laid in bed naked, skin against skin, feeling each other's contact. Squeezing tight, as if we could meld into a single body. I was much taller than her, so when we spooned, when I wrapped my arms around her, I enveloped her. She was mine. She was a part of me. I wasn't going to let her go.
criririk
A metallic clatter, muffled. What was that?
CRIRIRIK
Cold metal around my wrist. I lifted my hand to look, and her hand lifted with it.
"Gotcha."
She'd cuffed our hands, her left to my right. She wasn't letting me go.
Something was growing between us. With her free hand, she guided it into herself. With my hand, she took a hold of her chest. She held my hand, squeezed her breasts. We held my arse as it moved back and forth. Slow, our bodies writhed together. My face buried in her neck, our tangled legs, we were the multi-limbed creature of mythology. No longer a couple, we moved as one, felt as one. We shared our pleasure, shared our fun.
She guided our hand, caressed our cunt, felt our cock as it moved in and out. We breathed together, our tongues entwined. We moaned and slithered, our hearts racing. We were pleasure incarnate. We were perfect. We were everything.
We came together. We had come together. Glued together. Vibrating. Resonating. A harmony we sustained. Our superposition collapsed. An unending reverberation.
In the shower, still cuffed, we washed ourselves, we washed each other. Flowing. Our wet skin gliding together. Stirring. Our hands feeling every inch of our bodies. Mixing. We dissolved into one another.
I got on my knees and I prayed to my goddess in tongues. She was my everything. I gave myself to her, in full submission. I would have drowned for her. She gave me her blessing, and in those warm waters we were sanctified, purified. Forgiven.
We dripped and shivered in the cooling mist. Wrapped in a towel, wrapped up in each other. An absorbing massage, a warm caress. Absorbed in each other. Still wet. Still possessed.
She led me to the toy box. No keys, not yet. She was mine, I was hers. She collared me, I collared her. She took a short chain, linking our collars, locking our necks. We moved together, eyes locked, locking lips.
On to the bed, onto my lap. On top of me and into her, our bodies joined, and recombined. She cuffed our free hands, her right to my left, her left to my right. A mirror image, moving as one, moving in time. My beautiful shadow, stitched to me, could never escape me.
Our movements slow, our breathing low. Our hands held her hips, as she rose and fell. Our hands around my waist, pulled behind my back, fell onto my back. On top of me, pinned under her. Her radiant, body heat transfer.
She held our hands, pinned above my head. An echo. A memory. Familiar and different. Not mistress and slave, but Sophie and Mark. Making love, feeling love, being loved. It had been too long. Apart for too long. No longer two parts. We became one. We were singular. We were one.
Afterwards we laid together, her body on top of mine, me still inside of her, our faces cheek-to-cheek. Our hearts slowing from their excitement, finding synchrony in our intimate calm, beating a shared rhythm. It was peace. It was nirvana. It was perfect.
We rolled onto our sides, still face-to-face. We kissed as she unbuckled my collar, and I unbuckled hers. Awkwardly, we rolled and climbed and lifted ourselves out of bed, onto our feet. We side-stepped to the toybox to find the keys. The sweet sorrow of parting, as the cuffs fell away.
But we weren't set free, we didn't want to be. Even with our bonds removed, it felt as though some invisible, intangible chain was holding us close. That would never break. We showered together, got dressed together, we brushed our teeth together, and climbed into bed together.
We were back where we started, my arms wrapped tight around her, her hands clutching mine.
She was mine. I was hers. We were whole.
Event Horizon
"You really hurt me, you know. Leaving like that."
I already knew it in my head, but I didn't really feel it until I saw her face; unusually reserved, as if she was ashamed to admit how much I'd hurt her. "I know things got kinda weird after Rob," she said, "but we could have talked it out."
"That was the thing, though." I felt so stupid saying it now. "'Cause back then it felt like you could have convinced me of anything." At the time, it made so much sense, and now it just felt childish. Selfish.
"I wasn't trying to control you. Or manipulate you. Or… hurt you. You know that, right?"
"Yeah."
"I just thought…" she was fidgeting, gripping her hands together, "I guess I assumed that you were into all that stuff. I just assumed you'd use the safe word if you weren't having fun."
"I think I needed the time apart to really appreciate that." I could barely look at her. "It was never you. I guess I was just bad at acknowledging when I was at my limit… or too scared to say so." I guess it was easier to run away than to be this vulnerable. To let her see how weak I am.
"I guess I could have been better too. A good Domme… a good PARTNER should notice that stuff, even when you don't say it." I looked up, met her eyes. "I only want what's best for you," she said. "What's best for both of us." There was that smile of hers, warm, caring. Loving.
"Yeah." I was fighting so hard to hold back my tears with my smile. "That's all I want too."
"So you have to promise me you're never going to leave me ever again, okay?"
Sophie… "I won't ever leave you." My Sophie. "I promise."
Escape Velocity
"Oh, I see how it is…"
The truth was, Brett had awoken something in me.
"You're planning to leave me for this cute femboy."
"Fuck off," I laughed. I'd told Sophie about Brett teaching me how to do proper rope bondage.
"Is he bigger than me?!"
She insisted on a demonstration. "Well he was certainly more well behaved." She probably expected me to fail. "If you're gonna keep this up, I'll have to gag you."
"You wouldn't dare."
What Brett had awoken in me was a true appreciation for the rope arts. And what Sophie didn't know was that, since then, I had been studying intensely. "Okay, I think this is right…" And I had a few tricks up my sleeve.
"Tell me about him. Brett."
We were both fully clothed. "I think you'd like him. He's so… sweet. If that's the right word." I wrapped a length of rope around her chest, just under her breasts. "It was nice having someone… having another sub to talk things out with." Another wrap around, just above her breasts. "He really helped me make sense of stuff."
"And you f-- you had sex with him?"
Up over her shoulders. "Yeah." Down between her breasts. "It was…" The ropes weaving and crossing the horizontal wraps. "I don't regret it." Back over her shoulders. "Oh, and he's got some really cool toys. Stuff even you don't have."
"I guess it's weirdly reassuring, though. Like, you're actually into BDSM, and not just playing along to make me happy."
I pulled on the ropes, and tied them off between her shoulders. "Nah, you've corrupted me." The ropes forced her chest forward, lifted her breasts. "You seduced me with your kinky wiles!"
"Mwaha-- Oof, hard to laugh."
"Shit, sorry, did I do it too tight?"
"It's okay." She got up and wandered over to the mirror. "Not bad… And it makes my boobs look amazing!" She did a turn, getting the full view, as I walked up behind her. "Not very tidy in the back, though. You've got these long ends just dangling loose."
"Yeah…" I said with a mischievous grin, "about that…" I grabbed her hands, pulling her arms crossed behind her back. Before she could react, I wrapped and tied those loose ropes to hold her arms securely in place, then braided the ends tidily into the harness. "Better?"
She pulled at her arms. "Not sure I like how cocky you've gotten." They weren't budging. I had her.
"What?" I said innocently, "you're the one who asked me to tie you up, right?"
She made a loud groaning sound. "Fine. You got me. Now what?"
"Hmm… Oh! What about a crotch rope?"
"Absolutely not!"
"I really don't think you're in a position to negotiate," I playfully booped her on the nose.
"I'm so gonna make you regret this," she sneered.
"Heh." I didn't doubt it. But it was nice to have the upper hand for once. Even if it was only for a little while. I pulled her down onto the sofa, and wrapped my arms around her, "maybe I'll just keep you like this," and with a kiss, "all to myself."
She rolled her eyes, but couldn't quite hide her smile.
"So, umm…" I said, "speaking of tying kn-- Hey!"
"Sorry baby," she said, her hands already free and casually pulling apart my knots. "I really am impressed." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "But you should know by now, I'm not so easy to tie down."
15.5. Interstellar
"By the way, Rob told me you tried to ask him out."
"Fuck. I dunno, it made sense at the time."
"Dummy."
"What about you? Did you and Rob…?"
"He asked. More than once. But I couldn't really trust him after what he tried to pull during 'devil night'."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
"But that doesn't mean I just sat around waiting for you to come back, you know."
"Oh."
"You're not the only one who dipped a toe in the bisexual waters."
"Is that right?"
"Stop grinning, you perv."
"Heh. How was it?"
"It was nice. Different. But after the sex I got weirdly emotional. I started talking about you."
"Aww… big softie."
"She was so nice about it. I mean, I'd just met Dani and she listened to me go on and on about my not-so-ex. But she helped me understand why you… did what you did."
"I'm sorry. I… I'm glad you had that support. Dani sounds pretty great."
"Yeah, she really was. Oh, and she said we should call her if we ever want a unicorn."
"What's that?"
"Ooh… That will have to be a surprise."
"Heh."
"…"
"Are we gonna be okay?"
"Yeah… I think so."