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Once the collar was back in place, he gently took her hand and guided her down the stairs. She had become familiar with the layout of house within days of her first hooded experience, and now it was second nature to count the steps off. It helped that her stride never changed, thanks to the thigh bands which stopped her taking longer steps. Instinctively she knew that turn back to the left at the foot of the stairs, six paces forward then turn right put her in drawing room, Mark's favourite place to relax at night. She felt wood flooring underfoot change to a lush carpet, and then to fur as he drew her further into the room, until guiding her down on the bearskin rug that lay in front of the gas fire. She felt the heat of the flame on her bare skin as she knelt, basking in the warmth and imaging how she looked at that moment.
She felt Mark kiss her on her forehead, wishing that it wasn't separated from them by the layer of leather, then sensed the vibrations through the floor as he walked away, leaving her alone briefly with her thoughts. So immersed in those churned up thoughts and feelings did she become, she failed to notice his return, flinching instinctively as his hands touched her shoulders, rubbing them in the same way that you would give someone a massage. Slowly, his hands moved away from her shoulders, tenderly wrapping themselves around her biceps, persuading them to come towards him. As his hands reached her elbows the movement changed direction. Now he was coaxing her arms behind her, causing her shoulders to rotate and her chest to push forward. Inexperienced in this game Jess was not know that he was testing her flexibility. With a sigh that was inaudible to Jess, he watched with delight as her elbows gently kissed each other with hardly an ounce of force. He had known that Jess was flexible and kept herself fit, but his wildest dreams were coming true.
As his hands continued their journey downwards, he noted with satisfaction that Jess's elbows hardly moved. She was now maintaining the position herself, almost teasing him. He desperately wanted to tie them as they were, but now was not the time. It was not what Jess had agreed to, and the last thing he wanted to do now was anything that said to her that he couldn't be trusted. Finally, his hands reached their goal, the cold steel of the cuffs encircling her tiny wrists. With his left hand, his fingers snagged the two shiny rings that jingled against the cuffs as they moved. His right hand extracted a small carabiner from his pocket, with which he quickly ensnared both rings, the click as the spring clip sprang back into it's housing satisfying to his ear. As soon as he released his grip on Jess's wrists, she tried to separate them, but found that they were now closely linked to each other. She was even more helpless than ever, but instead of fearing her situation, she now embraced it, her breathing slower and deeper than usual. She felt a familiar tingling between her legs, which momentarily alarmed her, scared as she was of the consequences of any signs arousal, but that fear was enough to check any feelings and they quickly passed.
Feeling the pressure on her knees, she shifted her weight slightly, making sure that her body moved away from the heat source. Unused to having to balance with her arms fixed behind her, she moved a little to far, letting out a squeal as gravity took over. Luckily Mark had predicted her movement and caught her, supporting her bodyweight while she settled herself on the bare skin, lying partly on her side, or as much as her arm would allow. Mark manoeuvred his own body so that her head rested in his lap and in that position the two remained, calming music filling the room, a little louder than expected, but he wanted Jess to be able to hear it through the padding over her ears, while he sensually moved his hands over her skin, occasionally lingering as they cupped and massaged her breasts. Every so often, Jess would shift her body as one part of the arm she lay upon got tired, but for the most part, she was happy to simply lay there, feeling safe in his arms. Although a part of her brain still wanted to rebel against everything on her body, she was experiencing for the first time, the sense of transfer of responsibility that those who enjoy bondage as part of a high stress lifestyle often refer to.
The only part of her not totally comfortable at that exact moment, was the part that was totally aware of the enormous erection that Mark sported. Unsurprising, considering she had just allowed him to fulfil one of his sexual fantasies, but none the less uncomfortable because she felt responsible for it, yet could do little in the conventional manner to relieve his condition, all three of usual sources of relief unavailable to her and him. It took her a whole to get across to him what she wanted to do, but eventually, like two lovers playing blind man's twister, she managed to arrange their bodies so that her hands were close to his crotch. With nimble fingers, she undid the button on the shorts he was so fond of wearing around the home, and unzipped them, feeling around in his underwear for the rampant member. All the while, she could feel Mark's arms around her, as if trying to tell her that she was doing it all herself, without his help. Gripping his dick in both palms she slowly began to massage it, drawing it towards her, gradually quickening her speed as she felt him get closer. With a long drawn out moan, Mark came, the warm sticky liquid spreading over Jess's wrists and back. He clung to her so tightly, it almost prevented her breathing.
Laying there on the rug, feeling Mark breathing heavily on the back of her neck, it occurred to Jess that at that moment, she was closer to him than she had ever felt. He had just shown her that despite feeling so very helpless, she was still needed by him, and was able to offer him some comfort. There was a clarity of thought that she rarely experienced, and she knew now what her decision would be when she spoke to Mark in the morning. Meanwhile, she had other things to occupy her mind, and her fingers began to search again for their target.
The next morning, Jess was awakened by the flood of light into her eyes as he lifted the hood over her head. It was a shock to her, not only being temporarily blinded by the sunlight, but she had managed to sleep through her collar removal. That sense of shock grew even more when she tried to shield her eyes, only to find her wrists still coupled behind her.
“Good morning babe,” her sight returned to his grinning face. “time to rise and shine for a new day.” The stiffness in her shoulders was a challenge to his enthusiasm. He threw back the sheets to reveal her nakedness, turning her face down so he could easily unclip her wrists. Feeling the release of the cuffs, she stretched her arms out, groaning in pain at their stiffness after so many hours behind her.
“How did I end up sleeping like that last night? Come to think of it, I don't remember going to bed”
“You can only blame yourself for that. You fell asleep after jerking me off for the third time, so I left you there, planning on releasing your hands when we went to bed. Only problem was that when I tried to let you out, you turned on your back and started shaking your head. That said to me that you weren't ready to come out of them, so I simply picked you up and carried you to bed. By the time you got their you were sound asleep again, and I guess that is just how you stayed until now. “Your clothes are out ready for you, so have a quick wash. You've just time for a little breakfast this morning.”
“How come, I'm already late?”
“I'll drive you since I've taken a half day. I want to spend some time with Gareth talking over some details for Friday evening. I've arranged to take the other half day on Friday afternoon so I can pick you up from work. That will give you a bit more time to get ready instead of having to rush things before the seven o'clock curfew.”
“How did you know I was going to agree to go with you? A bit presumptuous of you isn't it?” he could see from her smile she was toying with him.
“I guessed,” he shrugged his shoulders, “after last night's performance I suspect you were a bit more comfortable with the idea of being restrained.”
“It did feel good, although it took a while to get comfortable. One condition about Friday though.”
“If I'm going to be the only one there in bondage, I don't want to look like a freak show. I want to look my best, just as if I was going to a normal evening event. That means a new outfit that goes with everything else I have to wear.” He watched as she finished dressing, pulling on her work dress uniform over bare legs before stepping into her flat, comfortable work shoes. She turned her back on him so he could do up the zip of the dress, saving a few more seconds of time.
“Seems like a very reasonable condition, not that I would have done that anyway.” He grabbed the car keys off the bedroom table, holding the door open while ushering her out of it. “Come on, let's get you to work, madam.”
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