TITLE    : Silk Ties of Pleasure
STORYID  : silk-ties-of-pleasure_2002
SUMMARY  : New couple explores delights of erotic bondage.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2002-03-15
CATEGORY : bdsm-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


<i>You are I are brand new lovers. Only been together a couple of times, sexually. So we are still experimenting to see what our "hot" buttons are. You are a very erotic, sensual man and the chemistry is very strong, though. And, you have a wonderful sexual fantasy world that I love to hear about. I invite you over to my home and take you upstairs. I have a lovely four-poster bed and have lit some candles in the room. It is raining outside very hard and beating on the windows, which somehow makes it even more erotic. You have brought some silk ties with you and with a cute smile on your little boy face, ask me what I'd like for you to do with them.</i>



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Frank's Version:



Though Liz and I had been dating for several months, our sex life was only a couple weeks old. Both of us lived very busy lives, full of work and friends, and sometimes it seemed like, just as we were finally going to have the time to be together, a family member got in the way. Sometimes it seemed like we couldn't win for losing. But on this particular night, we'd planned far ahead and knew, without a doubt, that we had the entire evening and all through the night to enjoy each other.



Our sex life had been wonderful thus far and our excitement seemed to grow out of proportion. The newness of our bodies to each other kept us buzzing almost constantly and we enjoyed discussing our desires face to face, over the phone, and in whispered conversations after we'd made love.



In spite of all of our energy and excitement, our sex life had stayed fairly "normal". We hadn't strayed into anything that anyone would remotely view as kinky unless they thought the woman on top was too different. We had experimented with a variety of positions and I had learned to gauge the depth of her pleasure by how she moaned, mixed with her breathing. We were both open to oral pleasures and enjoyed pleasing each other in this fashion. We played with tickling, wrestling (as it led to our being close physically), and showering together. Still, I wanted to take our physical relationship to another level. It wasn't so much that I had a goal in mind, as I wanted to know that Liz and I could enjoy everything pleasurable together without any inhibitions, doubts, or hesitations.



So, when I knocked on her door that evening, I had six silk ties with me. I don't mean the kind of tie a man wears with a dress shirt. These silk lengths were specifically designed for binding without injury. Each was about four feet long and they were all solid dark colors. She wasn't aware that I was bringing them, and didn't flinch at all upon seeing me with them when she opened the door. Her smile was lovely, as was all of the rest of her. I'd fallen for her as much for her exuberance as for her delicious physique. Her attitude about life in general was fantastic and I loved every minute of being with her.



When she saw the ties, she glanced up to meet my eyes with a wicked evil grin on her face. The look on her face was full of curiosity, excitement, deviousness and pure anticipation. She was dressed comfortably in jeans and a sweater, and when the cool air blew through the door against her, her nipples immediately stood up. I couldn't tell if she had on a bra or not, but if she was, her nipples weren't being held back or hidden in any way. After a few moments I realized I was staring and looked up to meet her eyes. "Like them?" she asked with her delicious grin.



"You know I do," I replied with a smile of my own, reaching out to pull her against me. "I thought I had shown my appreciation for them often enough," I said into her ear as we embraced. "But if I haven't appreciated them enough, I'll be glad to work on that some more."



She giggled softly. "I bet you would," she said. And then, with a sigh, "and I'd love that," she added. Pulling back, she looked at the silk ties I had. "What are you planning on doing with those?" she asked, raising one eyebrow.



"I'm not going to tell you," I answered with my own devilish grin. "You'll just have to wait and see."



"Uh, huh," she said, nodding. She stood looking at me for about ten or fifteen seconds, looking into my eyes; searching for some hint of what I had planned &#x2013; maybe looking to see if she could measure how wild I planned on being. Too bad: I let no sign of my intentions show through. "Alright then," she finally said. "Let's let dinner wait. I want to go see what you have planned." With that, she turned and started toward her stairs, which would lead up to her bedroom. I closed and locked the door behind me, rushing to catch up to her.



At the top of the stairs, before we got into her bedroom, I stopped her by grabbing her hand from behind. "Wait," I said gently. "There is something I need from you before we go into your bedroom."



"Aren't you going to get everything you need IN the bedroom?" she asked giggling.



"Indeed I am," I answered evenly. "But I do need this one thing from you."



"What's that?" she asked, looking at me and waiting.



"I need for you to promise me that you will do everything that I ask you to do, with the caveat that you can deny doing anything you are uncomfortable with." I stood looking into her eyes, waiting for her reply.



When she answered me, her reply was more than I'd thought I'd get. "Not only will I promise to do everything you ask me to do," she said very seriously, "but I will not even accept the condition of being comfortable with it." I'm sure I looked confused, but she kept going. "I want you to know that I trust you not to do anything that I wouldn't like or that would cause me any discomfort; so, I will do everything you ask me to do unconditionally and without pause."



"Thank you," was all I could say to this expression of faith in our feelings for each other. "Then step into the bedroom and let our night of pleasure and exploration begin." Liz turned and walked from me immediately, holding onto my hand and pulling me along into her bedroom. When we'd gotten within a few feet of her bed, she stopped, let go of my hand, and turned to face me. "Where shall we begin?" she asked me with a smile.



"Here," I said as I stepped into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close so that our bodies were touching from shoulders to knees as our mouths met and our tongues explored. She kissed me forcefully, with passion and excitement. I kissed her as if I was possessing her pleasure; consuming the center of her body and taking it so that I could hold and manipulate it throughout the evening and night. By the time I pulled my lips from hers, I could barely breath.



Stepping back so that I was a full arms length away, I pulled my hands from her body as well and gave her the first request of the evening. "Strip for me," I said. "But do it like you're dancing in front of a crowded room and you want to make every man cum before you're completely naked." Liz looked like I'd peaked her interest, but she didn't start to undress. "Problem?" I asked.



"No," she said. "But if I'm going to do a strip-tease, wouldn't some music be good?"



"I don't think so," I replied. "I think you should close your eyes and let your imagination take you away to another place; to that crowded room full of appreciating men; whatever music you want playing in the background; whatever lighting level you want. But be thorough and in no hurry because I'm just going to enjoy your imagination as you create it."



"Hmmm," she said through pursed lips. But then she stood and forced herself to relax, closing her eyes and beginning to build the picture in her mind. I backed up another few feet, deciding that I was going to undress at whatever pace she did. Within a few moments she'd begun to move, swaying and rocking slowly; weaving to whatever tune her mind had conjured up. I watched carefully as her hands began to move over her body, caressing sensitive personal areas as well as squeezing her hips and thighs. As a few more minutes went by, it was obvious that she was getting deeply into this. I was wondering what I'd gotten myself into when she finally grasped the bottom of her sweater on both sides and began to raise and lower it in time with her dancing.



As her sweater got high enough to expose her chest, I discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her nipples were just as erect as they could get. Well, maybe as erect as they could get; I'd have to work on that some more later. As she dropped her sweater, I dropped my shirt and continued to enjoy watching her move. Since she had her eyes closed, she could neither see my growing nakedness; nor could she see how hungry I was for her as my eyes devoured her exposed flesh.



It was seemingly forever, as my hunger grew for her body, before her hands found the snap and zipper of her jeans. With her thumbs hooked into the hips of her jeans, I watched as she pushed both her jeans and panties down&hellip;.. over her hips, down her thighs and letting go as they fell to the ground. I was almost disappointed that she didn't keep the panties on for a separate part of the "show"; they were lavender satin and lace and I'm pretty sure she'd have looked absolutely delicious in them. Still, I wasn't about to complain, absorbing the full power of her nudity, as my own jeans hit the ground.



Even though she was now completely naked, she kept dancing for another few minutes, apparently enjoying the fantasy in her mind's eye. I wasn't complaining. I stood, growing quickly erect, examining her beauty. She was wonderfully proportionate in her height and weight. She wasn't skinny like some celebrities, but she was far from being anywhere close to overweight. I don't think she had a spare pound on her. Still, her figure was perfectly feminine and just full enough to make my mouth hunger for her curves. Her breasts were neither sagging, nor artificially firm in appearance, but instead natural and tasty looking. Capped by fair size areola surrounding her pinky-tip size, diamond hard nipples, her chest constantly tempted me to caress and nuzzle it.



Where her waist met her hips she was perfectly curved without any handles or shelves. No "secretary's butt" here. Her thighs were lean and firm; shapely and smooth. I looked forward to licking every inch along their length. Framed neatly between the juncture of those wonderful thighs was her heavenly looking sex. I've never been one to enjoy an overly hairy bush and that certainly wasn't the case here. My lover kept herself trimmed and shaved. I had never seen her in a condition where she couldn't put on the skimpiest of bikinis. I'm sure she never had to worry about hair peaking around the sides of any bathing suit &#x2013; or any of those sexily cut satin and lace panties, like those she'd just removed.



She stopped moving and opened her eyes, catching me as I stared at her body. "I like that you like what you see," she said huskily.



"You have no idea," I replied, breaking me out of my revelry somewhat.



"What's next?" she asked impishly. "Are you going to tie me up or what?"



"Exactly," I said with a grin. "Tie you up." She started to lie down on the bed, I guess assuming that I was going to tie her spread eagle, or in some other way, to the four-poster frame of her bed. "No," I said, stopping her. "I need you to come over here to me." She looked confused, but stepped over to me without pause. It's not like that was a serious test of her commitment to honor my wishes for the night, but I liked it just the same.



When she came within arm's reach I could smell her. The chemistry of her body mixed perfectly with whatever perfume it was that she wore; the combination reminding me of honey-suckle in the springtime. Still, there was an underlying muskiness to the aroma that let me know she was excited and her sex was growing wet. As much as I enjoyed the smell of honey-suckle in the springtime, I enjoy being up close and personal with the deliciousness of her womanhood too.



Meeting her gaze as she stood waiting in front of me, I reached out to caress her left breast as I began to tell her what I was going to do. As I spoke softly, my hand traveled similarly; barely touching, but feeling every minimum delight of friction arising from the contact between my hand and the swell of her breast. When my palm rubbed carefully over her erect nipple, I heard her gasp even though I was still speaking. Here is what I said:



"Tonight is going to be a little different for us," I explained. "Where we've never held back in our discussions about desire, fantasy, expectations and enjoyments, we've also never really stepped beyond the bounds of a 'normal' sexual relationship." I paused and breathed. "Tonight we're going to explore a different kind of pleasure from what I would consider 'normal' and I trust that you will enjoy the frustrating, but exceedingly pleasurable, pleasures we discover together." I paused to breath again. "So, if you are ready to begin this exploration?" I left the question hanging.



My sensuous lover's reply was only a nod as her eyes gazed deeply into mine and her breathing swelled her torso, forcing her breast into a more firm contact with my hand. I have to admit: I wanted her right then. I didn't want to wait, or explore, or anything. I wanted to push her back over onto her bed; lay her back and hook her legs over my arms, pushing them apart high and wide so that I could lower my body between them. I wanted to thrust my aching erection into the soft velvety warmth of her sex over and over again until my desires were released to completion. But that would last fifteen or twenty minutes at most. With what I had planned, in the next fifteen or twenty minutes, our pleasures would only truly just be beginning.



"Now," I continued, "I'm going to put you into a particular position and I want you to remain that way. Understood?" She nodded again. Carefully, excruciatingly aware of our mutual nakedness, I put her hands directly onto her hips, and placed her feet almost perfectly shoulder width apart. With her positioned thus, I reached for the silk ties. When I picked up the first one, I heard her breath deeply, which I interpreted as an outward sign of her desires. I hoped I was right. Being detailed in how I tied the silk lengths, I first bound one around her waist; the silk was twisted just right so that her wrists were caught and held against her hips where they were without any danger of the circulation being cut off. Next, I tied two from her front to her back, anchored to the one around her waist and running between her thighs. Of the two, the first was spread wide so that it fully covered her sex. In this fashion, I had formed a bikini of sorts for her. The second that ran between her legs was twisted before being tied, and secured so that it forced itself directly between the puffy lips of her sex and up between the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.



I was sure she could feel the pressure of the silk as it pressed into her sex, providing some stimulation to the buzzing nub of her clitoris. Still, the pressure was just constant &#x2013; not moving or pleasuring. It was if a single finger had been laid over than button of pleasure and just gently pressed in; not moving backward or forward or to either side. No movement; just simple pressure. There was another silk tie that would be tied between her legs, but I didn't want to do that just yet. Instead, I used the next two ties to bind her breasts. I don't mean bind in a bad way. Much as I had bound her body below her waist, her upper body would be similarly bound. The first tie, twisted so as to form a cord shape, was wrapped carefully under her breasts, around her neck and back. It was as if this cord was the cross-your-heart shape of a bra. The second tie was folded in half lengthwise and then tied directly around and covering her breasts. Her nipples were plainly visible standing up through the layers of silk, but the curse of silk is that even direct rubbing on those stiff bumps, under which those sensitive nipples lay, would cause her a minimal sense of stimulation.



Bound as she was thus far, she could not pleasure herself with her hands in any way. She couldn't pull a breast to her mouth for pleasure. She couldn't use her fingers and palms for pressure or penetration of her own sex. And, with the pleasure centers of her body covered by the silk, without me untying her, there was little I could do to pleasure her either. But there was still one silk tie left. That one would be the key.



That last silk tie, also twisted so it was as a cord, was tied to the corded tie that was pressing into her sex and then down to both her legs just above her knees. With this silk tie finally in place, if my lover moved her legs just right, she would move one silk tie that would in turn move the other silk tie causing a rubbing stimulation up and down over her clit through the covering layer of silk. Her orgasm would be a long time coming &#x2013; no pun intended. But when the orgasm got to its peak, she'd probably just hang at the peak for as long as she moved her legs the right way. Her biggest challenge was going to be learning how to move her knees.



With my tying duties finished, I stood up in front of her, meeting her eyes and seeing a small sign of surprise therein. "Are you comfortable?" I asked.



"I'm not uncomfortable," she answered carefully. "The silk is putting pressure in places I love to be touched, but isn't providing me pleasure as a result."



"I understand," I said gently. "That is expressly their purpose." I took a breath. "The one between your legs, if you move your legs just right, will move the one that runs between your delicious lips and provide friction over your clit." My lover got a devilish grin on her face, giggling softly. "What's so funny?" I asked.



"You're the only man who's ever gotten me naked just to cover me up," she said. "I just hope you don't leave me like this for too long. I'm already horny and knowing that I'm not going to get what I want in the next few minutes is only making it worse."



I smiled in return. "In that case, I should tell you that how wet the silk gets will make no difference to how it pushes into or caresses over you. So, go into your bathroom because we're going to take a shower."



With a raised eyebrow she turned and began to walk to her bathroom. After a few steps to get used to how she could move with the silk tied to her legs, she took a few more steps and then stopped with a twitch. I was only a step or two behind her and quickly asked what happened. "I must have moved just right," she said. "My clit was tickled and it sent shivers through me from knees to belly."



"Good," I whispered into her ear. "Walk to the bathroom and I'll help you into the shower." She complied and soon we were together in the tub/shower combination. I adjusted the water from the tap as we stood together below the showerhead and then activated the plunger so that the water shot forth and down onto us. The first half-second of water was ice cold and made us both gasp. I had taken the brunt of the jet of water, but it didn't do anything to reduce my erection. My intention was to give my lover an entire shower, washing everything that I could reach, and to wash those covered by silk through the silk itself.



To wash her hair I wanted her on her knees, and knowing that she couldn't touch me, but would be basically face to crotch with my throbbing manhood made me want her that way all the more. Still, with her legs tied as they were, she couldn't kneel down as one normally would, one knee at a time. Instead, I helped her: putting my hands under her arms I told her to trust me strength and lift her feet. She bent her legs at the knees, together and carefully, her feet sliding back into the tub more than just lifting. My arms held the majority of her weight as together we moved her to her knees.



Once she was there, with me standing in front of her, I hesitated for a few seconds to allow up a close up look at my manhood. For a few moments I caressed her hair, thinking of how special it was that she trusted me so deeply. Then, overwhelm by a wicked desire, I took the base of my cock in hand and waggled it within an inch or two of her face. "Look good?" I asked huskily.

<hr pg="2" />"Yes," she replied just as huskily. I knew she enjoyed pleasuring me with her mouth, almost to the point where she was serving her own desires with the taste of my length. I was freer to move than she was and took advantage to rub the swollen head of my cock across one cheek and then the other. That done, I bounced my cockhead against the curve of her chin a few times before pulling away.



Moving around her, I pulled down the showerhead to saturate her hair. The silk changed color as it grew wet as well. I noticed that my lover was moving her thighs carefully as I put shampoo into her hair and began rubbing. I wasn't sure if she was moving her legs and enjoying some stimulation, or if she was still trying to figure out how to move them to grant that stimulation. Either way, she'd orgasm when she orgasmed and whether it happened sooner or later would not change my efforts at her cleansing.



I shampooed her hair twice and then put conditioner in it before I helped her stand back up and began to lather her body. I started at her neck and shoulders, working my way down her back, under her arms, across her ribs, over her abdomen and then up over her chest. When my palms rubbed the slickness of the scented soap across the nubs in the silk caused by her nipples she moaned audibly. I made a point then to rub the soap into her chest through the silk more insistently, feeling her arch her back to push her breasts against my hands. With her top half soaped, I knelt before her and began to wash her lower half at her ankles.



I tried to take my time as I soaped and rubbed her calves, knees and thighs. Even with the silk covering her sex, I was eager to touch her. The sight of the corded silk pressing deeply between her lips, the shape, swollenness, and length of her pussy lips were obvious. Before rubbing my hands through he crotch, I heavily lathered the cheeks of her ass and caressed them firmly. With my palms full of her rear end, and the lather providing a slick friction, I was pleased to see her move her hips back into my hands, the movement causing her to bend over slightly, her bound breasts hanging above me.



Unable to contain myself any longer, I rubbed the soap into the silk that covered her sex, the friction of my hands causing movement of the corded silk in between those lips I loved to taste. I heard her moan again as the cord moved, the pressure moving across her clit, back and forth as I lathered her crotch. The sounds of her breathing let me know that she had an orgasm building. With that in mind, I washed her there longer than was really necessary, maintaining the movement of the corded silk until her climax flowed through her.



At first I saw her thighs tighten against the silk; then I saw her tummy muscles flutter; moving one hand behind her, I felt her ass tighten and heard her groan in pleasure. Her body jerked, spasming as the orgasm pulsed through her &#x2013; I could actually see the lips of her pussy clenching and releasing the corded silk that ran between them. When the explosion of sensation had passed, I removed my hands from her and stood to begin rinsing the soap from her body. As I did, she slowly regained her breathing, her pussy lips still twitching as residual spasms of pleasure slowly dulled and faded.



"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely as I continued to rinse her. "My pleasure," I replied with a smile. "Are you enjoying this?" I asked her seriously. "Very much," she answered me after a moment. "I didn't think I would," she confessed, "but that was the best orgasm I've had in forever."



"It's only the first," I assured her. "There are more to come."



With my lover fully rinsed, I turned off the water and helped her from the tub. Still dripping wet myself, I dried her with a soft terri-cloth towel. She stood, still moving her thighs slightly, as she watched me dry off. Her eyes focused on my erection for most of the time it took me to dry off, and I knew that I was going to have to move things along.



Taking her back into her bedroom, I helped her to lay down on her bed. Her arms were bound at her sides, as compared to behind her where it would have been so uncomfortable in this position. Encouraging her to lie still, I straddled her body and began to rub the almost purple swollen head of my erection down her body. I started at her chin, tapping it there a few times and noting the movement of her head as she dipped it attempting to get a taste of my cock. She sighed in disappointment as my cockhead trailed under her chin, along the line of her neck, across the curve of her shoulder and then to her right breast.



There, I enjoyed the feeling of the damp but smooth silk against the sensitive skin of my swollen knob while rubbing it around the nub of her nipple. She gasped, as did I, as we both enjoyed the intense but separated sensations. From right nipple to left, I enjoyed the feelings, and if her moans were any indication, so did she. I could feel and hear her thighs still moving gently behind me as her eyes watched my hand move my erection against her.



Moving farther down, I straddled her thighs, restricting their movement, while at the same time rubbing my shaft directly against the corded silk that rubbed between her pussy lips. Her lips had pulsed so deeply, and the cord had rubbed so intently, that the head of my cock was rubbing back and forth in a small valley caused by the swell of her lips as they engulfed the corded silk.



"Please remove the silk and take me," I heard my lover moan.



"Is that truly what you want?" I asked without stopping my movements.



"Absolutely," she groaned. "Take me; take me now." She groaned a breath in and out. "As soon as you penetrate me I'm going to cum hard around you and I need to feel you cumming into me." She said it all, still firmly believing that it would take minutes to make it happen. She didn't want to wait but had accepted the frustration thinking that it would eventually be relieved. What a surprise for her.



"Pull your thighs apart," I whispered to her as I moved from straddling her. She looked at me in askance and didn't move. "Pull your thighs apart," I said more intently, now off to one side of her body, but poised to quickly move between her legs. Raising her head to look down at the silk binding her body, Liz pulled her thighs apart against the silk and was amazed to see the silk ties fall away. The most delicious part was watching her second orgasm overwhelm her as the silk was pulled away in such a fashion as to drag the entire twisted length of cord between her pussy lips and across her clit.



She was still in the throws of orgasm as her thighs reached their limits of parting, and the silk cleared out of the way. With her pussy still spasming as waves of pleasure washed over her, she was oblivious to my movement as I quickly laid between her legs and guided my length into her sex. She was so open and wet that I sank into her in a single thrust, my cock registering every grasp and release of her orgasm.



As I began to move in and out of her, my own need for climax desperate, her breathing told me that her third orgasm was building in response to my pumping. One of her hands disappeared down between us as my orgasm began to build and hers blossomed once again. As her sex grasped, clutched and milked my erection, hot ropes of thick cum spattered from me against the hot inside walls of her.



Somehow through the blindness of my pleasure I heard my lover moan about my heat spreading inside her and how she could feel my length pulsing; something about stretching her farther and deeper than she thought it could.



And then reality reclaimed time and space and I found myself gasping for breath as my lover did beneath me. I started to move out of her and off to the side but she didn't let me go. With both her arms and legs she pulled me tightly to her; her feet against my ass and pulling me fully within her as she squeezed me tight. Resting carefully on and above her so as not to hurt her with my weight, I slowly caught my breath, listening to her as she did the same.



When we could finally speak clearly I heard her say that it was my turn to be washed in the shower. "That sounds very nice," I said softly in her ear. "And maybe," she said with a grin, "we can figure out a way to tie you so that the silk is constantly jerking you off." I giggled at that, and we moved apart, but together to the shower. The night was young and we were going to enjoy every moment available to us.

