Chapter 7
Family units, husbands and wives and, if they have them, children, have long been regarded not as understanding people in happy wedlock by some of our more caustic writers, but as veteran battlers still locked in combat despite long and arduous conflict over a thousand subjects.
But what of the family unit that has transcended tradition, found ways of interchanging personalities and personnel?
Charlie and Mildred had their understanding from the beginning. He was a rover and she would help him. He was all of a piece of strength and she was resourceful, beautiful and with rangy appetites. So theirs' was a pre-set plan of diversification.
Thelma and Eric, too, had their total understanding, with Thelma completely dominant, Eric the submissive one, admiring his wife for herself, respecting her wealth, knuckling under to her strength.
But now Emily was the wife of an entirely new Gary Worthington and she was determined to play the new role to the hilt. She had seen her husband in his ridiculous-looking brassiere, do that to another woman that he had refused to do to her. Now she, in her dramatic leather costume, was bidding Erika farewell. Gary, still wearing the damning, evident brassiere under his men's clothing, was brought to Emily by Thelma, a dog collar around his neck, padlocked in place, a strong leash attached to the collar, and Thelma had thoughtfully handcuffed Gary before she turned him over to his wife by handing her the handle of the leash and the key to the handcuffs.'
"Come on, Geraldine," Emily said.
"Listen, Emily," Gary blurted out, "I had to take that from Thelma because she literally tortured me into accepting it, but don't you start calling me that."
"Shall I repeat the pledge you made, you brassiere-wearing sissy?" Emily asked. "I saw much that went on through those mirrors, you know."
Gary heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay, Emily, I guess that I'm Geraldine then as long as and whenever you want me to be."
"That's better," Emily said, winking at Thelma. "And thanks for everything, Thelma, for Erika as well as Geraldine."
Thelma gave the beautiful little woman a big hug, squeeze and kiss on the mouth. "Next time you come we have new experiments to conduct. Make it the weekend after next, dear."
"I have a golf tournament at my club that week-end," Gary said.
"Well be back here that week-end, then," Emily told Thelma firmly.
In the car Gary said, "Well, thank goodness that nightmare is over. I'm sorry for my part in ever getting you into that, dear. Did you and that little queer get along alright?"
"I hadn't realized how wonderful a man could be if he understood a little more about women until I met Erika," Emily told Gary dreamily. "I hope that you learned to be more like him."
"Is that really what you want in your husband?" Gary asked.
He slunk low in the seat to avoid letting passing cars see the humiliating leash on his neck or the handcuffs and certainly the way his breasts were padded out.
"What I want in a husband," Emily said firmly, "is understanding. By that I mean understanding of my physical needs as well as your own. I want to have an orgasm usually when you do. I want you to be as interested in my pleasure as much as your own. And listen, Geraldine, the next time you come into me before I've had my fulfillment, your head goes down into that mess and you keep on working there until I've had my eruptions too!"
Gary shuddered. There was no question that Emily intended to have this mandate carried out by whatever means she found necessary to accomplish it!
The car was in the garage and Emily opened Gary's door, then led him by the leash up to their bedroom.
She took his shoes, socks, trousers and shorts off of him. Then, with his brassiere on him under his coat, his wrists manacled and his collar in place, she took off her own panties and nestled them around his penis and testes. In a surprisingly short time he was hard and ready for her.
Her tongue brought him to near the peak. Then she straddled the man and gratified herself on him, squeezed him inside her and brought him to fulfillment.
"See, Gary," Emily said. "I took lessons, too."
"You sure did!" he gasped. "Good ones."
She left the keys to the padlock in his collar and to the handcuffs on the night stand while she went into the bathroom to bathe and douche.
When she returned to the bed, he was free of the restraints and he had stripped himself down to the brassiere.
"What do I do about this? he asked Emily.
"Looks like you've got a problem," she replied. "Why don't you begin making it less noticeable by taking out those panties padding it and putting them on?"
She was secretly pleased with the alacrity he showed in carrying out this capricious suggestion of hers.
Then she teased his nipples through the satin cups of the brassiere and stirred him to the point where he used to mount her and ejaculate without considering her pleasures or needs.
Aroused and needful as he was, Gary let his fingers toy with Emily for long enough to bring her to near total satisfaction. Then his tongue took over down below. And, when she said, "Come on, darling, take me quickly now," he mounted her and continued, even after he'd had his orgasm, until she had hers and it had subside.
Then after Emily suggested, "Turn over and go to sleep, darling," he flopped over on his side, asleep, exhausted.
While he slept Emily carefully opened a couple of seams in the brassiere to free him from it and also she slipped the panties off of him rinsed them out in the bathroom, and hung one pair in each of their bedroom windows to dry. Then she gathered up all of his shorts from his drawer and the laundry, locked them in one of her suitcases, and busied herself in the kitchen.
It was more than two hours later when Gary came sauntering into the kitchen. "Guess I'd better get dressed now, dear," he said cautiously. "By the way, I seem to have misplaced my shorts."
"Oh, you'll not be wearing them again until after our next session with the Garrisons," Emily assured him. "I want you to keep on wearing Thelma's panties, alternating between them from day to day, until then. I'd feel terribly vandalous if I let you forget the new Geraldine part of your personality."
"Look, darling, I've been through a lot lately. That big woman actually had me lashed to screw eyes at the bottom and top of a doorway and she beat me with a braided leather whip."
"How did you manage to just stand there and let her tie you up that way?" Emily asked. "Did she drug you or something?"
"She had my head squeezed between her legs and she made me tie my own ankles as her price for freeing my head. Then she had my arm in a hammerlock while she handcuffed the one wrist up high like that. My one free arm wasn't a match for all her strength when she tied up the other one. And every time the whip hit my back, she made me tell her I was Geraldine! It was horrible!"
"I'm sorry I missed that part, Geraldine," Emily said, smiling. "That was when I had Eric tied up and I was experimenting with new ways of gratifying men.
"Tell me, was there any light inside that oversized feminine orifice she had you trapped in?"
"It had an eerie pink light," Gary said. "I had the feeling that I was a little kid making his way back into the womb, only this time it was for pleasure rather than for childbirth."
"Go put your red panties on," Emily said. "They should be dry by now. Then come show me what you learned."
In just a very few minutes, Gary was back and he was kissing Emily, his mouth probing and pressing, squirming and drawing against hers. She hadn't received a kiss like that since courting days!
Gently he drew her to the couch and sat down pulling her down in his lap. Now he laid back on his back with her on her back atop him and his teeth lightly chewed on her earlobe while his hands played with her breasts.
Slowly, drumingly, his fingers and hands glided down the satin-smooth skin of the quiet beauty to where they found the silken hair and the sweet, tender flesh.
Gary's left hand parted the gates lightly, slowly, with subtle pressure and then his right middle finger worked in deeply, as far as it could go. The knuckle of the thumb worked up along the sensitive surface of the little man in the boat as the finger was slowly moved outward and down along the little harder portion of her most precious anatomy as it was inserted.
Emily was surprised and delighted by the effect of the pair of red panties on Gary's alertness to what it was that made a woman feel happy to be with a man! He seemed to know, perhaps by the pace and intensity of her breathing, perhaps by the magic of a suddenly sensitive touch, when it was right and timely for him to move faster, when to press harder, when to impart variations in the movement of his two hands, when to relax the upward and outward draw of the left hand exposing the treasures in her womb tomb.
Now he arrested the movement of his hands and tenderly shifted his weight to the right, hers to the left, so that he could gently lower her directly onto the couch, as he knelt on the floor beside it.
Her legs were brought around his neck like an Eleanor Duse scarf and his fingers remained active in their probing and their parting, but for the special, glorious assignment of caressing her clitoris, his tongue took over!
What magical ecstasy this was! What glorious enchantment: It was impossible to believe that one person, less than a god, could impart to another such a magnificent totality of fulfillment!
Emily found herself tossing and thrusting upward against his all-wise fingers and tongue. Joining him in the vigorous pursuit of total thrill!
Then she felt the rumbling of thunder in the distance, the firing of a cannon inside her, the feeling of rockets of glorious passion discharging their flame and fire through her entire nervous system and her whole being began trembling uncontrollably.
The flow was strong and sudden, pulsing and marvelous, and Gary's thirsting throat drew it out of her and down into him, rewarding them both with the knowledge that a hard lesson had been learned thoroughly.
It would be re-learned every day, Emily resolved, and never forgotten, for lessons of this importance warrant constant repetition.
Two weeks flow by very rapidly when they're punctuated with daily delights of these dimensions. But suddenly it was Friday night and Gary was home and Emily had their suitcases packed.
"Thelma phoned to confirm our instructions to be there," Emily said. "I told her that we'd not think of missing it and you'd gladly forgo your country club outing for it. That was alright, wasn't it?"
Gary recalled the three times he'd forgotten that he was wearing women's panties and he approached the urinal without taking proper precautions against adjacent peers seeing the shameful garments. He remembered the young purchasing agent whispering, "Lovely, sweets. Come up to my place tonight and I'll show you mine."
His reaction hadn't been the expected one, a slug on the jaw. After all, the fruit had seen that he was wearing women's things. Or maybe it was what Emily had said about Eric. "Sorry, pal," Gary said. "I have a date with my wife."
The aggressive Mary looked at Gary's impressive, virile build, and said, "Well, all I can say is he's a mighty lucky boy."
Now, with a feeling of dread, Gary was going bade to confront the formidable Thelma. "Of course it's alright darling," he said. "I'll put these things in the car."
He packed the trunk and then got behind the wheel.
"No, I'll drive, Gary," Emily said. "I want to remember to return Thelma's dog collar and leash and handcuffs, so it'll help me if you wear them."
He submitted while she crossed his wrists high behind his back and manacled them together. Then she put the dog collar around his neck but didn't padlock it in place. But she brought the leash up between the handcuffs so that his wrists were held high and uncomfortably in back. The padlock had been used to secure the leash so that he couldn't lower his wrists.
In this miserable position he was delivered once again to the home of the Garrisons. "The way they rough a fellow up," Gary mumbled, "it could be called Garrison's garrison!"
They were standing on the porch awaiting Gary and Emily as Emily wheeled the car into the drive. Thelma looked young and actually girlish with her hair combed long and caught in back with a pretty, bright-colored scarf, her silk dress soft and gleaming, gray tie silk it was with a yellow paisley pattern printed on it; the skirt short and full, the bodice gathered and topped with a big, soft bow.
Eric was wearing tight-fitting purple velvet trousers that seemed to proclaim his manhood despite their feminine color and fabric and he wore an open-necked white satin body shirt with full sleeves and a big, bright scarf with a neckerchief slide around his neck. His sandals were of gold kid.
Thelma gathered up all the bags easily, the same bags that Gary had struggled with two loads to put in the car, and, his arms painfully behind him he watched Thelma and Eric kiss Emily a warm greeting. Thelma nodded to him curtly and then said, "Eric, give Geraldine a nice big kiss. After all, she is your date this session."
Gary instinctively stepped back, but Thelma pressed upward on his cuffed wrists, sending a shock of pain through him. He stood still. "Smile, Geraldine," Thelma said, "and be sure your tongue goes into his mouth when you two kiss now."
When the alternative is pain of that magnitude, you soon learn to obey! Gary kissed Eric and was surprised at the fragrance of the blond man and the warmth of his kiss.
"He's wearing your green panties today," Emily confided to Thelma. "He's alternated between the red and the green ones ever since we were here last."
"Poor thing must be bored with them by now," Thelma said deliberately so that Gary could hear it. "I've been saving a whole bunch of my nice pretty things for him to wear. Some will look very nice on him and most will feel simply delicious."
Gary looked at Emily imploringly hoping that she would spare him this continuing humiliation. "Smile at Thelma and tell her thank you and tell her how eager you are to try on her new gifts, Geraldine," Thelma said positively. Even while she spoke, she was taking off his belt and, with his hands helpless and high, he couldn't stop her at all.
He was licking his lips, trying to find a way to phrase the distasteful statement when Thelma slashed him across the cheek with his belt.
Words tumbled out as though an enormous total word scrabble game had been upset. "That's just great, wonderful, ginger-peachy," Gary blurted out in near panic. "It sure is nice of you to treat me that generously. I'd sure like to get into all those pretty silk things right away and see how I look in the mirror with them and have you girls feel me up in them, I would. Can I do it now, huh, please?"
Smilingly, Thelma ran the belt between her hands. "You did very well then, Geraldine. Maybe later Thelma will arrange for a fashion show for you to put on to entertain us all."
Gary's heart sank. But then he saw Eric's expression, chin down low, looking upward at him, smiling archly. He felt a wild sort of terror now, cursed himself for letting Emily handcuff him this way. And still he wasn't certain whether this was Eric's idea or he was as much a victim of these brutal women as Gary!
Compulsory homosexuality! Somehow it simply didn't seem possible!
And here were their wives arranging this tryst-with them watching!
"Take off his pants, Erika," Thelma commanded. "And yours, too."
With the belt gone, it was easy for Eric to unfasten and drop Gary's trousers, exposing the silken panties.
Eric, beneath his velvet slacks of purple, was wearing black, shiny panty hose.
"Rip off his shirt and undershirt," Thelma told Eric. "I'll give him a slip and blouse of mine to replace them when it's time for him to leave."
Like a lecherous zombie, Eric carried out Thelma's orders literally.
"Geraldine," Thelma commanded, "Erika is a beautiful blonde girl. She appeals to you. You love everything about her and she excites you. Tell her that you love her and tell her why. Remember, Emily still has your belt handy and I have some far more imaginative toys. I spent over an hour last night taping together a whip out of guitar strings, for example."
Gary was stunned into silence by this weird twist the day was taking. And then he heard Emily, his own wife, betraying him! "Erika," she said, "he loves to have his ears toyed with and his nipples are very sensitive. Stroking his legs and fingering him at the base of the spine also excite him more than I think even he realizes. And press that silk blouse of yours against his body while you're working on him. Be sure to give him a heavy dose of your perfume to smell."
"Thanks, dear," Erika smiled.
The handcuffs made him helpless. Erika caught Gary's head between his exquisitely manicured hands and looked deeply into the heavier man's eyes while Eric's fingers toyed with his ears. Then Eric's head darted forward and the mouth seized one of Gary's nipples in a gentle, tender suction.
The belt hit Gary just then, right across the rump, and the words began to come forth. "Erika, you're a beautiful girl and I love having you touch me," Gary began lamely. The other nipple was now caught with one hand while his mouth still dung to the original. This left Eric a free hand to stroke the front of the brightcolored, feminine panties Gary was wearing.
"You're a very beautiful, exciting, alluring girl, darling, and I'm lucky that you are willing to take this time to be with me and to grant me these wonderful satisfactions," Gary proclaimed.
Eric's' blouse was pressed hard against Gary's chest while the blonde's long arms reached around and toyed with the base of Gary's spine. Gary felt the front of his panties soaring away from him under pressure of a powerful arousal Eric was accomplishing with him. But by now he had taken on a devil-may-care attitude.
"Surely there are few women as exciting as you, who seem to know exactly where to touch and stroke a man to give him maximum satisfaction. I'd love it, darling, if you were to kiss me on my you-know and give me the thrill of knowing what a real woman's understanding is like."
Thelma and Emily gave each other querulous glances, then Thelma took the whip from her closet, the one she'd made by taping one end of a cluster of guitar strings together, and struck Gary with it hard across the back.
The front of the panties seemed to fall into a sudden droop.
"You're not a man, Geraldine," Thelma said distinctly. "You're a girl having a lesbian affair with another girl named Erika. You are as eager to please and gratify her as you want her to be in pleasuring you. So now start over again on that basis."
The guitar strings were still quivering and so was Gary's hurting back. "I'm a girl named Geraldine," Gary said, trying to keep his vocal register high. "You're my lesbian sweetheart, Erika. But you've tied me up this way so that I couldn't run away and re-join my husband. Now to weaken me still further, you plan to draw on my nerves and to drain me physically so that I couldn't find the strength to leave your beautiful silken embrace for his anyway."
Eric looked up at him from his kneeling position before the panties which were beginning to bulge again and said, "Let's pleasure each other, Geraldine." Then he caught Gary by his ankles, brought him crashing to the ground by pressing his shoulders against Gary's knee, and Eric began swarming over the fallen Gary. Lowering his panty hose and pulling down Gary's green panties, Eric exposed both of the tools of the men. Then their respective wives joined in, arousing their husbands with artful stroking, nibbling, kissing, and, silken, fragrant touches. Soon both men were aroused and, kneeling, each woman presented her husband's tumescent tool to the mouth of the other woman's husband.
Emily pulled up Gary's green panties over Eric's head.
Thelma did likewise with Eric's panty hose over Gary's.
"Ying and Yang," Emily said. "The oriental symbol for two matching objects trapped in a circle."
"And they look like six and nine, don't they?" Thelma asked. "Shall we loosen Gary's arms yet?"
"Not yet," Emily cautioned. "Wait until Eric has drained him. Besides, I think we should put one of those little things up his behind, don't you?"
"Little things?" Thelma asked.
"Like a miniature dildo or maybe a birthday candle."
"Great idea," Thelma said. And she inserted a plumber's candle dipped in vaseline up the rectum of each of her erzats lesbian victims. The women worked these in and out for awhile and they found it seemed to heighten the action considerably!
Then, exhausted, the two men stopped, each still holding the other in his mouth.
"Now we can unlock Geraldine's handcuffs," Thelma said.
Gary's arms, so long in that strained position while he underwent such a degrading, draining experience, dropped like leaden weights when the leash and handcuffs were removed.
There he was on the floor, his head still in the sheer front of Eric's lingerie, with Eric's head inside his panties. The sense of utter degradation, of absolute humiliation, of complete debasement had never been so great, not even when Thelma had defeated him in physical combat again and again.
"Work those candles in and out of each other's Tectums, girls," Thelma insisted. "That'll be the next phase of your little game. Then, Eric, I want you to take Gary to the mirrored bedroom and have him put on a one-man fashion show with the things I left there for him. Take color photographs of him in each costume without a wig. If you use a scarf over his head, have it far enough back so that his face is clearly visible. If you use make-up on him, I want to be sure it's just lipstick and eye make-up so that every picture is clearly and distinctly Gary Worthington as well as your lesbian girl friend, Geraldine."
This was too much., Pulling his head out of Eric's panty hose, Gary roughly extracted Eric's head from his green panties. Ridiculous as was the costume he was wearing, Gary rose and said, "That does it. I'm damned if I'll stand still while this faggot husband of yours sets me up for blackmail, perhaps makes me something grotesque you can force to do anything you wish with for the rest of mine and Emily's life. Forget it sister. Let's go, Emily."
Thelma cocked her pretty head to one side and looked at Gary objectively. Then she turned to Emily. "What do you say, Emily? Want to leave? To forget about the pictures? To let him out of the fashion thing? Consider that last experiment, his total homosexual training? I'll go along with whatever you wish."
To prove her sincerity, Thelma handed Emily the guitar string whip.
Emily thoughtfully ran the whip across her open palm. She tested it lightly against her own leg.
Then she said, "Clamp his head between your legs, Thelma. I'll give him three full across his bottom for insubordination. Then we'll go ahead with his training program."
Shocked and terrified, Gary could only struggle in vain in the powerful grip of Thelma, who held his arms high on his back once again. There was a whishing sound in the air and then an explosion and Gary felt his entire bottom burning.
Silence prevailed in the room save only for the pounding of blood in his ears under the pressure of Thelma's powerful legs. And then he heard it again, felt the explosive, terrifying pain of the descending whip.
"Don't, Emily!" Gary wailed. "I'll go ahead and do what you say! That HURTS!"
The third blow landed from the other side, giving an interlaced fan effect to the pattern of red, hurting welts on Gary's duff. It landed so hard that it drove Gary forward and Thelma had to take a step backward to maintain her balance, freeing his head.
The tears and the stinging took awhile to subside. Then Gary seemed a different person. Quieter. Puzzled.
"Why, Emily?" he asked. "Don't you see what's happening? We're ceasing to be human beings, loving individuals, with a strong interpersonal relationship between us. Instead, we're becoming a mass of automatic animal responses, of erotic reactions to certain bodily zones being stroked or senses appealed to, such as perfume or the taste or fragrance of a woman's vaginal fluids. This could become dangerous, darling. It could be the end of love and the start of an uncontrollable, transferrable promiscuity that can only ruin marriages and lives and values."
Emily stood back, astonished that these thoughts could come from the man who never realized that there was anyone else in bed but himself to be gratified. And yet she realized that he was hitting on something with truth values in it.
"Gary," she said, "I promise you that whatever happens in this series of adventures, it will cause me to love you more than I ever did before-has already caused me to do that. And I hope that, with the real love that comes from your gaining skill as a technician as well as insight as a human being, we'll build far better than we were doing before. A man with just a little of the woman in his make-up is certain to be a better parent than a cigar-passing idiot who wants his baby boy in a football helmet or baseball glove before he's out of diapers."
Thelma looked at Eric. "Do you feel like a five minute monologe, Eric?" she asked. "They seem in fashion around here nowadays."
"Come on, Gary," Eric said. "Let's go have a couple of drinks and cigars. After that you'll be Geraldine again and I'll take pictures of you in a lot of Thelma's pretty things."
"Sounds good," Gary said. "But first let me get this damned candle out. That last blow of Emily's knocked it so far in I think it's lodged in my throat."
As they left, Gary limping, Eric helping him, Thelma's huge hand cupped Emily's breast gently and the thumb and forefinger closed about the nipple. Thelma's lips found Emily's and her hand traveled down beneath the girl's skirt.
Emily relaxed, her eyes closed, in the sensuous pleasure of the larger woman's embrace. Then her hand began stroking the gray silk dress, finding the soft woman through it, knowing things that never had to be spoken or shown, for they are woman's universal, traditional knowledge.
When their lips parted, Thelma asked Emily, "Will you show Erika how to do that?"
Emily's violet eyes were soft and gentle. "I'd gladly put on a demonstration for him whenever you wish, preferably every day!"
Their lips joined again and both pairs of hands roamed busily.
Setting his cigar butt in an ash tray near the empty liquor glass, Gary said, "Okay, Erika, let's go see what I look like in your wife's clothes. That damned stuff feels and smells so good, though, that I'm afraid I could get hooked on it and be embarrassed Some day."
"The only embarrassment from that can come from your wife not understanding transvestism," Eric replied. "And by the time Emily gets through with this little experiment, she's going to understand everything off beat this side of necrophilia."
"Necrophilia?" Gary asked. "What's that?"
"Intercourse with the dead."
"If your wife invents many more instruments like that guitar string whip, that may be one of the first things she gets a chance to learn!" Gary said, rubbing the green panties' seat ruefully.
Thelma had a West Coast assignment. She had to see Eddy Feldman about space in the Los Angles Home Furnishings Mart and then to do what she could in San Francisco and Seattle. Some of the firm's retail customers were critical of design influences not coming close enough to the Spanish-slanted Western tastes. It would take six weeks.
Eric spent almost every day visiting Gary and Emily, visits characterized by the utmost decorum. He was a temporary bachelor and they were a happy couple inviting him to dinner.
If he knew things about them, had participated in adventures with them, there was nothing to show for it in the bearing, expression or conversation of the evening.
One night Mildred and Charlie joined them in Thelma's absence and they watched a recital of a renowned organist on television. "Man, that cat can play," Gary said.
"He seems to understand that instrument with the same delicacy and thoroughness that a virtuoso lover understands a woman," Emily said.
Charlie looked at her with renewed respect. "That's a fascinating and dangerous parallel," he said. "Too often the woman is a far smaller and more sensitive instrument. It requires a far lighter and more versatile touch."
Mildred said, "And the bigger the woman doesn't necessarily mean the heavier the touch, either."
The conversation veered away from the subject then, but the next day Eric phoned Gary for lunch. "What is it?" Gary asked, a new directness he'd learned as something contrasting with his customary evasive sales man's approach since he'd joined the circle of Eric's acquaintances.
"Thelma," Eric said. "That conversation about her being an instrument to be played on like a great organist works got to me last night the hard way. I wonder if I really understood her whole nervous system-with love I mean-could I give her more real pleasure, understanding and maybe earn her love?"
"Funny, I don't recall a single reference to her last night in that conversation," Gary said.
"Not directly, but, of us all, who has shown the least gain in understanding how to gratify and win the love of his or her mate?" Eric asked. "It has to be me!"
Gary's eyebrows rose. He hadn't given the matter any thought but obviously Eric was correct. "Have you any plans on how to go about it?"
"Somehow," Eric replied, "I must find a way to get her completely physically incapacitated."
"How about some of those stocks and pillories and other gadgets she had made in the furniture plant for you and that she used on me?" Gary asked.
"T need her stretched out before me, in some condition where I can, at my discretion, have access to either her front or back or sides, where I can part her legs, raise her arms, cause her to jut out her chest bring her head back to make her throat accessible to my kiss. I want her as close to a stretched out puppet as I can get her."
"How about getting her drunk and tying her up?' Gary proposed.
"She can drink any of us under the table," Eric said sadly. "She doesn't take dope and is suspicious of it, hates pot, keeps in top physical condition so that she can't be whipped by anyone I know and certainly not by me."
"Then you have to find a way to make that invulnerability your way through to her," Gary told him. "She needs to prove that she can handle some situation you've mastered so fully that she can't handle it. And if you think I know what the hell I'm talking about, Eric, you're dead wrong."
But Eric's mind was perking well now.
"Gary," he said, "I think you've given me the answer I was looking for. How can we introduce a couple into our group who really understands bondage in all of its refinements?"
"Well, you find the leather lovers have a strong leaning toward the barnyard, horses and the like." Gary mused.
"But this can't be a leather deal, fond as I am of leather. The material is far too masculine to meet the requirements I had in mind. Something silken would be closer to home."
'SBut there'" nothing about bondage itself that relates to-" suddenly Gary snapped his fingers. "Hey, how about those girls in the circus, the way they tie those knots on their high wire equipment so they hold and don't slip? Even their lives depend on it!"
"I was thinking of sailors and their ability to tie knots," Eric suggested. Then, suspecting the way Gary had his eyebrow cocked, "And I'm not talking about seafood either!"
They went looking, Eric for a man, Gary for a girl, and the experiment was on.
Thelma returned from her trip triumphant. She'd found Feldman a charming and gracious bachelor with a practiced eye for beauty and variety and he was able to give her choice space in the expansion area of the Mart. She'd found a Mexican designer with a good eye for the Spanish influence. And one of the big chains had given her a fat order based on the sketches of the designer she presented.
Business was whirring then and there was no time for extra-curricular activities. Eric set up new data processing facilities and even Mildred was able to get some contract business based on an article about her decorating skills that appeared in Home Furnishings Daily.
But then came a lull, a chance to breathe and relax.
Eric started it. "Gary and I met an interesting pair of people while you were gone," he told Thelma one evening. "I think they may be amusing."
"Are tbey attractive?" Thelma asked, staring at her husband in a way that guaranteed to her that he wouldn't lie.
"Exceptionally," he replied. "The girl is a fluffy blonde who does something in show business; an escape artist, I believe, and the fellow is a real dock walloper type, all tattooed, tanned and muscular."
"Which one did you go for?" Thelma asked him, keeping him pinioned in her glance.
"They're both mighty interesting," he said honestly. "And I think it would be fun to see how they would make out in a knot tying contest between them. They haven't met yet, you know."
"No," Thelma said drily, "I didn't know. Is that why you chose them?"
Eric grinned. "I'd love to see their embarrassment when they try to tie up someone as strong as you."
Thelma didn't smile. "Very well," she said. "Let's invite them over. Shall we also have the others?"
"That's up to you," Eric said. Thelma didn't miss the gleam of triumph in his eyes.
Charlie Greco had an engagement in Las Vegas and Mildred went along to do a little gambling, so only Emily and Gary were able to come visit that Friday. Eric drove into town and came back an hour later with Tony Brazzi, a man of average height in his late twenties, square-faced and hard-muscled. Despite his dock labor er's clothing, he wasn't ill at ease in the palatial home of the Garrisons. He looked around coolly, shook hands firmly, smiled warmly when introduced, and conversation flowed easily.
Each was introduced by his professional background and then he said, "Me, I'm a manual laborer. But we're so unionized it's as good as being a white collar worker. Guaranteed pay whether we work or not and we'r'e practically unfireable!"
He looked around pugnaciously to see if anyone objected to unions or working people, but saw nothing in their faces to offend him. Feeling more secure than ever, he said, "But you folks are all married and I'm a bachelor. Does someone have an unmarried sister or something?"
"We've taken the liberty of setting up a date for you I think you'll thank us for," Gary said. "Her cab will arrive any minute now."
As they gradually drew each other out in conversation,, trying to lure Tony into it more deeply, they saw him glancing nervously toward the door or out the window. When he sensed that they noticed it, he grinned. "I was married once, got divorced, and ever since I've been afraid of getting involved with another woman. You see, I'm sort of clumsy. I'm not as sensitive as a husband ought to be. When I love someone, I get pretty rough with them sometime. I know it's not natural for a man to have, as his only contact with women, the girls he kids with behind the counter in restaurants or whores he buys an hour's time from. I'd like to fall in love. But I'm afraid to. I almost hope she's ugly."
"She's not," Gary said. "But that quafity of yours that may not have worked with your first wife may work well with another woman. Lots of them, I understand, like a man who treats them rough. Or at least they think they'd like it.
"Me, I was far short of sensitivity, but a patient and loving wife and understanding friends have done much to correct that in me." His glance swept the room and Emily, Thelma and Eric all sat frozen-faced, silently and unexpressively acknowledging the compliment.
"But did you ever put your wife across your knee and spank her just because you were mad at a hiring hall boss and needed to get something out of your system?" Tony asked. "Did you ever want her so bad you didn't wait until she was all ready and tuned in to you but just jammed it in dry? Well, I did. And women just don't like it!"
"A smart woman can find ways to slow you down to her speed," Thelma said.
"She'd have to be bigger and tougher than I am," Tony said, "and they don't make a woman like that."
"Care to Indan wrestle?" Thelma asked, standing and extending her hand. Immediately Tony faced her, became her adversary and grasped her extended hand in his own big, strong one.
"Call 'Go,' Emily when you're ready," Thelma said.
Emily said, "Go!"
Immediately the right shoulders of both hunched. The strength seemed to flow into their hands and the grasp became stronger. Now you could see the strain in Tony's face as he pressed, then swung his hips and pulled sharply. Thelma was as though mounted on steel springs.
Then she gave a sudden hard yank, keeping both her feet planted firmly on the floor and Tony went sailing toward the door next to which Eric was standing just as Eric, in response to a knock, opened it. Tony found himself falling against a delicately beautiful little blonde unusually full breasted and hipped and narrow-waisted. Riding on the crest of those breasts, way out in front, was a huge taffeta bow.
"Whoa there, Buster," she said in a heavy, Ethel Merman voice. "Had one too many?" She caught him as he was falling, demonstrating strength far beyond her size.
She saw a look of fury in his face as he tried to thrust her back and go charging at Thelma. She caught him by an ankle and sent him spilling onto the floor.
"Easy, chum," she bellowed. "That's no way to treat a lady broad."
Tony squirmed around in his seated position on the floor and looked up at the blonde. "This my date, Gary?" he asked.
"Miss La Verne Carson," Gary said, "permit me to introduce Mr. Tony Brazzi."
Tony stood and extended his hand. "My pleasure," he said. Then suddenly he tried to jerk his hand back and send LaVerne spinning, but her hand caught the door frame with quick instinctive movement and Tony found his own strong pull bringing him back toward the beautiful little powerful blonde, who promptly caught him by the head and kissed him.
When she finally released his head from her grasp, she announced: "Mine, too. Hey, this is quite a man we have here."
She looked around the room, at Emily, Eric, Gary and Thelma. Her glance stopper! there. "Guess you're the one who tossed him that far. You're the only one here who could handle him, T suspect."
"I'm Thelma Garrison," she said.
"Oh you're the one! Gary was telling me about you," LaVerne said. "He even bet that you were so strong you could get out of anything I tie you up in." She looked around some more, then selected Emily. "And you have to be his wife! Imagine being at a luncheon discussion with a handsome guy like Gary and hearing half the time being spent telling what a great gal his wife is!"
"That would make you Eric," she said, going over to the blonde man. "Come on, you're the one I want to do my first little demonstration on."
"You'll demonstrate nothing on me!" Eric blazed.
"Oh come now, Eric," LaVerne said, patting him on both his cheeks and then fingering his nipples through the silk shirt he was wearing, "don't be like that."
Determinedly, Eric reached down to grab the two hands of the beautiful blonde and pull them away from his person, but it didn't work. For when he brought his two hands that close to each other, LaVerne slipped a pair of thumb cuffs over those two members and Eric's thumbs were securely cuffed to each other by the miniature restraining device she had palmed.
Quickly she moved behind him and drove her knee into the back of his, forcing him to bend his leg. No sooner did he do this than she caught the bent leg at the ankle, brought it up high and somehow managed to hook a rawhide noose she'd slipped over his foot onto the back of his belt. He was perched precariously on one leg and the whole attack hadn't taken a minute.
"Speed it the first thing," LaVerne said. "Skill is necessary, of course, but speed comes first. Poor Eric here didn't have a chance because he didn't know what I was going to do to him next."
She looked at Gary. "Hey, am I moving too fast here? Want me to make like more of a lady?"
Then she saw Tony's shining eyes and his broad smile. "Don't you dare, LaVerne," Tony said. "You're fascinating! "
"Want me to tie you up next, hon?" LaVerne asked, but her voice had become softer.
"I'm pretty good at that sort of thing, too," Tony said. "All those years in the navy and on the docks lashing harness and securing rigs, experimenting with holding cargo down and even running sails up masts, I feel at home with rope or anything else that ties anything."
"Even people?" Emily asked.
"Of course," Tony replied. "Look at this sash of yours. Okay if I borrow it?" Emily handed it to him. Tony held it lightly over the four fingers of his right hand extended outward with the fingers coiled upward and over the four fingers of his left hand pointed downward and inward toward his body. "Now watch," he told Emily. In a flash, still grasping the sash, the positions of the hands reversed, making two loops of the material one in each hand. Then they were passed through each other and interlocked.
As he completed this instant movement, Tony moved his hands toward Emily's breasts, still holding the inter twined loops of her sash. Instinctively Emily held her hands up and outward to protect her breasts and Tony slipped the two loops over Emily's hands.
Seizing the loose ends of the sash, he pulled them together tightly and quickly, tied them before Emily could separate her wrists and then they were knotted once more into a powerful square knot.
To complete his instant subjugation of the woman, Tony brought the two ends of the sash around Emily's waist and knotted them securely there where it would be impossible to reach with her wrists tied together with this same sash in front.
The entire action hadn't taken more than fifteen seconds!
"A fellow could get nervous with you two around," Gary said nervously. "If ever you joined forces, he'd not have a chance."
LaVerne grinned at Tony. He smiled at her. Tony dove for Gary's ankles and as he toppled forward, LaVerne stepped in as if to offer him support. His hands grasped her shoulders and she instantly slipped the clipped-on bow of her dress over his wrists, pulled the ends, the taffeta snugly t his wrists, the shining fab ends, drawing the taffeta snugly against his wrists, and knotted the shining fabric. The ends she secured around in back of his neck so that his grasping fingers couldn't work the knot loose. Then she let him fall to the ground. He had no way of protecting himself against the fall, for as Tony grabbed his ankles he also undid the shoelaces of both shoes and knotted them in one giant pair of tight overhand knots.
"And, to think we never ever saw each other before!" LaVerne called out.
"Hey, LaVerne," Tony insisted, "you're okay."
"And you're not bad either," LaVerne decided.
The two of them kissed then. And as they were kissing, Thelma brought out a net left over from their last luau and tried to toss it over the heads of the couple.
But their trained speed was too much for her. As she held it out and away from her body, cape style, LaVerne who was facing Thelma and saw what she was attempting, dug her nails into Tony as a warning signal. Hardly had Thelma begun her throwing action, similar to tossing a blanket onto a king-sized bed preparatory to making it before the two stepped back to the outer ring of the net, caught the edges and rushed it back over Thelma's head before she could even release the edge she held!
Instantly they tugged and pulled the loose ends and soon they had the big woman completely trapped in the net, utterly helpless in her struggles to free herself.
"If we were thieves, this would be a great chance to rob this joint, wouldn't it? LaVerne said, looking at Themla enmeshed in the net, Eric on one leg and his thumbs cuffed together, Gary with his wrists tied at his neck in LaVerne's taffeta bow, and Emily with her wrists bound at her waist in her sash.
"Hell, the one thing here most worth taking is you," Tony said. Then he saw the key to the thumb cuffs on a chain around her neck. Holding it in his hand, he said, "This is like handcuff keys, isn't it? A hollow shaft to go over the pin and a fin sticking out from the side. They can make things like this from the fillers of ball point pens, you know."
He used it to release Eric's thumbs and then he freed the captive leg.
"I've never had a pair of these," Tony said. "Here, let me see how this goes on my thumb." He locked his left thumb in it and put the palm against La Verne's right hand. Then he locked her right thumb into the other side. "Here, Eric, Tony said, tossing the blonde the key. "I hope we never get separated!"
Eric looked at it and said, "Thelma has a pair of those too. I'll go get it."
In a half-minute he was back and not a second too soon for Thelma had almost found an opening in the net. Eric moved with lightning speed to twist her into the encasement still more.
Then he proceeded to take off Tony's right shoe and sock and La Verne's left shoe and stocking and he thumbcuffed their big toes together!
"You two should be either mighty good friends or bitter enemies by the time I let you out of those," Eric said.
Tony's head had already begun to cup LaVerne's beautiful breast and hers was lightly stroking him low in front. They were like a pair of dancers as, together, they went out of the room in this strange embrace, and Eric directed them toward the mirrored bedroom.
"Think she can get out of those thumb cuffs?" Emily asked.
"I'm sure she could if she wanted to," Gary said, "but I'm doubtful if she's going to for quite awhile."
He knelt behind Emily and proceeded to free her by using his hands tied at his throat. Then she freed him from LaVerne's taffeta bow.
"So long, Eric," Gary said, looking at Thelma, furiously clawing at the net and finding occasional strands she could break. "Good luck."
Then he and Emily left.
"Alright, Eric," Thelma said. "You and your tricky friends have managed to get me in this mess, but I'm warning you, if you don't help me out of here, I'm going to find ways of punishing you so painful and embarrassing that you'll never dare face the outside world again."
Eric's lips were dry and his palms were moist. He knew well that Thelma was completely capable of carrying out such a threat. Yet he'd gone this far with his escapade and he didn't dare abandon it!
"I'll just have to chance that," Eric said, his voice light and uncertain. "Maybe, if I'm lucky, you'll believe that I'm doing this because I love you."
Reaching through the net he managed to begin undressing Thelma and, at the same time, keep entangling her in the folds and loops of the mesh that ensnared her. Then, looking at the mesh, he had his inspiration. Using some rope to tie Thelma, now down to a slip, girdle, panties and hose, in her net, he rushed out to the porch and was soon wheeling the big hammock into the room. Now he was in a position to operate with greater decision and authority!
The girdle was off. The excess folds of the net were peeled back. Then he had Thelma in the hammock, helpless, her wrists lashed to one end, her ankles to the other, her bare, big, beautiful body completely available to him.
What a heady experience this was to the man who had so long endured her authority! How exciting this was to the man she had degraded before her friends compelled to wear the silken garments of his feminine superiors, forced to suffer bondage and punishment for Thelma's sadistic amusement. And now Thelma was helplessly his to do with whatever he wished!
Eric created the setting well. Incense was burned. Soft, seductive music was played on the phonograph. The lights were turned down low. And, in a soft, loving voice he spoke and he began his action of touching his helpless, domineering wife with fingers and tongue.
"Thelma," Eric said, looking tenderly into the fury-contorted face of his cative wife, "please understand that all women-all people-aren't one individual but are many . I know this and, if you'll only admit it, so do you."
As he spoke he spun his wife face downward, presenting the broad, pure expanse of Thelma's back to his hungry gaze. Even divided by the ropes of the net, there seemed a clean, unbroken line of feminine perfection here, magnified to the point of unbearable excitement by the very size of the lovely woman.
Lightly, gently, Eric's sensitive fingers touched and stroked the skin presented to him, sought out the subtle little muscle lines, fluttered and patted, stroked and pressed the flawless skin with a sense of awe and delight such as the innocent feels when he first has the opportunity to stroke the bottom or the breasts of a woman clad in soft silk satin.
He was intoxicated with the joy of being able to do what he wished with this woman, his wife! He found a catch in his throat, a tone of awe, a feeling of reverence as he searched out the delights of her back, the thrill of her hips, the magnificence of her rump and legs, the smooth columns of her arms. He delighted at the line of her jaw, the corded muscles of her neck in this position, "So you're taller than most people, larger and stronger, without the petite features of little women. That's the way you see things, but not me. To me you're first a girl, a feminine, beautiful, desirable girl. Isn't it strange that I had to render you helpless to be in a position to tell you this, dearest? I'm afraid of you, because you've trained yourself to be stronger than I. But I love you; not just the dominant, cruelly sadistic one, the torturess who compels me to wear women's silk apparel as a sign of her authority over me and my inferiority to her. I love that, love you.
"But I also love a woman who lies in that same beautiful body, a delicate, sensitive little girl who has to be kept secret because you'd be embarrassed to confess human weakness. This little girl can be afraid sometime and cry. She can stop to smell a flower or to dress a doll. She can delight in a flounce or a ruffle or lace or femininity that is supposedly not to be the right or privilege of the bigger woman. To the big woman only tailored things are allowed, dull fabrics, harsh, masculine lines. After all, she's not size five and therefore somehow society chooses to deny her the right to be sensitive and feminine!"
Eric's lips began to pursue the course his fingers had just traveled, found places to kiss in the gaps between the net, places that were responsive all along Thelma's back, places that he found himself loving as one does a beautiful landscape with a lovely lake here, a glorious sunset through the trees there, here a pleasant stream, there a shady glen with wild flowers in one corner and soft grass in the middle. Or a tree with lichens on the side and a pert squirrel peering bright-eyed at him from one of the lower branches.
He found his tongue darting and stroking in the vacuum areas his lips had created and excited. How wonderful to smell her perfume and lick and kiss the areas she had perfumed or that had become immersed in it and her own wonderful natural personal odors in a glorious blending.
This was a special delight he'd never have imagined as his lips pursed in the crevice of the sides of her hips and his tongue became the middle finger stroking in the heart of the space excited by his lips. He loved patroling the channel down the small of her back with his mouth, even as his hands stroked her rump and found themselves able to make it twitch as they searched the inner area with a light, knowing touch.
"Mine was the role of the tall boy, not the tall girl," Eric told his trussed mate as his hands continued their activities while his tongue rested. "I know what it's like to be expected to be stronger, smarter, better coordinated, a natural leader, just because nature had given you a different growth pattern that it gave the other fellow. I can imagine how much worse that must be for a girl.
"She would have to be the one who took the lead when two girls were dancing together in class, even though the other might be far more aggressive. She would have to be the first on the rings in school and the one least likely to succeed because the others had their muscles better coordinated, more compact bodies, simpler missions.
"The tall girl going to the stores, looking for the things that were featured in the fashion magazines, being looked at by salespeople as though, by seeking what others had, she had violated a rule, gone outside her proper province. I can picture their saying, with a sickening smirky, smarmy smile, 'I'm sorry, dear, but we just couldn't carry that in your size,' and the way the big girl felt that she had been somehow stabbed."
Eric was kissing her rump now, kissing it not as a symbol of degradation but as a worshipper of beauty touches a famed statue with awe and reverence. He loved the thought of having the complete access to her behind as she lay there in her net, bound, atop the hammock. How it thrilled him to let his hands and his tongue know this beautiful back and behind as he'd always wanted to know them-as a possessor and admirer, with complete access, authority and control of the situation.
He loved being able to gratify himself and his wife this way, having total authority over his every action and over her person.
"Darling, do you know that I love you?" Eric said. "Do you know that I love all the people you are? The scared little girl and the authoritative executive, the commanding wife and the helpless captive. I love the sparkling mind that you have, so strong and sure of its decisions, and the sleepy girl you are in the morning, fumbling your way to the bathroom and potty in your pretty nightie.
"I love you when you'r'e punishing me and stroking me in the silk things of yours you make me wear and when you're sitting at your drawing board creating something exciting in the way of a design that will help the company and make .some consumer happier with his home.
"I love you lying there before me, helpless and perhaps hating me, unable to stop my doing anything I wish, including this."
His hand reached down between her legs to turn her over and, to his delight, he felt the moisture there. The touch, he thought, was beginning to get through to Thelma and it was also the words, although these were less contrived.
On her back, Thelma presented an even more magnificent spectacle to her enslaved captor!
The diamond-patterns in her skin from the pressure of the net pained him to witness and yet, truly, they were not unattractive. He hadn't been beating her in this state, although the thought of exploring her reaction to this, of finding a secret masochism in this domineering woman, did get through to him and interest him.
He was especially intrigued by the effect of lying face down on Thelma's superlative breastworks. These seemed to have become more distended by the pressure of the nipple through the net. How exciting those breasts looked like this!
Hungrily, eagerly, Eric's hands sought their out, fondled and stroked them, bringing the fingers up the mount of the cones from several sides all at once, feeling the hardness forming beneath his fingers, feeling the response that he thrilled to have helped create!
His hands had to cup the right breast nearest him, shaping and squeezing it to the perfect form to fit his mouth and then he encompassed it between his lips, caught the nipple in the cave of his mouth, drew it in deeply, thrilled to the way it was his, completely his, without her hands to push his head away or withdraw this prize from him! The tongue did its part in the vacuum and the nipple became hard enough to hurt if it hit.
The one hand was released now to work on the other nipple and then the mouth followed, leaving his second hand to continue the work mouth and hands had begun in shaping the new, terribly thrilling hardness in this nipple. Then they were both hard and Eric had to force them into his eye sockets, his to do with as he wished! He blinked and squeezed his eyes and loved what he was doing with this glorious new possession of his.
The belly of Thelma became a subject for study all completely unto itself! How soft and smooth and perfect it was! His fingers were thistledown as they lightly stroked and searched this broad, sensitive area and made moisture emerge, he could now see, a fine, glistening edge where the stream had its head-waters. For fully twenty minutes, Eric did nothing but finger, drum and massage the woman's' smooth belly from just below the rib cage to where the hair began and Thelma's reaction? Definite excitement!
Eric's eyes took on a wild new gleam. His lips required his tongue to moisten them. There was the start of a smile on his face, true happiness. He felt his heart pounding, his breathing becoming more hurried. What a thrill this was! To discover the roots of passion, the wellsprings of desire!
"Darling, I adore you," Eric said earnestly. "I love the idea of your being dependent on me, for once, for anything whatsoever that you wish. Do you want food, sleep, rest, sex, to have your nose scratched or wiped? Then you must let me know for only I can grant that wish, dear. Do you wish arousal? Relief from the buildup? Fulfillment of your sexual desires? Then you must make the request of me and I will decide whether to grant it."
Thelma's eyes were narrowed, and yet somehow wider than usual. Her beauty was never more intense than this. Looking at her, her back slightly arched, her legs slightly apart, her wrists and ankles bound in this position, suddenly Eric realized that the net was no longer needed. She was his now to do as he wished with anyway!
Tenderly, eagerly he cut the net away, leaving the smooth unbroken lines of her body before him now, only her wrists bound together at the head of the hammock mount and her ankles bound separately at its foot.
Thelma said not one word. Only her heavy, rapid breathing betrayed the emotions she was feeling, yet the betrayal was complete. Thelma was responding to him now as she had never done before. Previously it was the thrill of possession that brought her to a climax! Now it was the thrill of being possessed!
What a miracle the length of a woman's legs can be! The full, sensuous thighs with their promise of glorious juncture, their width of hip and its exciting sexual meaning, the way it narrowed to the knee in a smooth, unbroken line and then swelled to fullness in the calf, imparting to nylon hosiery the magic qualities that ensnare and enslave a man and make a woman a thing of rich joy and fulfilling mystery! Then the ankle, slender and graceful as the space between the dot and the upper portion of an exclamation mark!
Eric's exploration had brought him now to Thelma's feet. His hands stroked them lovingly and his mouth sought out each of her toes, individually, to suck them and tongue them to the delight of both man and woman! It was, for all the world, as if each toe was a new-found sex organ capable of transmitting its nerve signals to the entire erotic being of the woman!
Thelma's hips were gyrating in joyous response to the excitement Eric was generating in her as she lay there helpless before him. Her eyelids were kissed and her upper lip, the corners of her mouth and her throat. Eric knew the spots he'd noticed, studied, worshipped, wanted from afar and now, at long last, he was fulfilling those deep-seated, long-endured needs to a delight he had never hoped to experience!
"Oh how I love you, Thelma!" he exclaimed to the silent woman beneath him, aware of her reactions only by the speed and intensity of her breathing. His mouth sought the channel between her breasts, worked down ward while his fingers worked up the big woman's arms, stroking the smooth muscles, resting in the crook of her elbows and loving to play there with light, soft touches.
And down he worked his body along hers on the oversized hammock. His hands and his mouth at long last found her and now it wasn't to gratify her that he did it but because it gave him pleasure to please her entirely on his own, not at her command!
Joyously he found his nose and tongue and fingers joining in the treasure hunt, tracing the clues of moisture and excited flesh to the very seat of the emotional responses.
Now Eric's tongue was busy darting into its hiding place, granting and receiving pleasure simultaneously as his fingers joined in the happy quest.
And then terror! Absolute panic seized the intrepid man who had captured and bound his mate. For two strong hands cupped his head. Thelma's hands! Two strong hands cupped over his ears proceeded to literally drag his body upward to where her mouth could join his in a passionate kiss. And then her hand reached down, caught him, and thrust him inside her!
Frightened, Eric reared back and saw that Thelma's powerful hands had freed themselves from the bondage that held them above his head-but she had used that freedom to grant him the opportunity for personal pleasure!
Hard and needing, Eric thrust into Thelma deeply, thrust from his position atop his wife-where a man belongs. And Thelma? Her hands went back above her head in the position in which Eric had tied them, and remained there. This was his doing. Let him take over from there.
Joyously Eric got the message. Happily he thrust deeply, understanding into his wife, thrust so hard and fully that Thelma's hips ground on the hammock and her body trembled, her lips parted in pleasurable submission and her juices flowed in heavenly invitation to the man assaulting her.
Eric knew that he had to please her this way, knew that he wanted to pleasure her. Fingers joined his penis in satisfying and gratifying the woman and even as they did so, his tongue found her mouth and their tongues intertwined.
Once again Thelma's hands were in action, this time holding: Eric's head while their lips screwed against each other's and the communication was total.
Now there was the feeling that equates to the sound of a locomotive in the far distance, rushing inward, getting louder, imparting a sense of urgency to all about it. Eric felt the event of a lifetime taking place between two people on a hammock.
Thelma wanted him, was taking him even as he was taking her in an assault of pleasure and authority. So she wasn't in bondage anymore. That is, not physical bondage. Something new had come into their relationship that was needed desperately by both. For now Thelma knew that it wasn't just Mildred's' intervention at the beginning that held Eric to her; she was his wife because he actually wanted her as his wife and was willing to risk any sort of punishment to prove this need.
His thrust was deep and authoritative. She parted her legs eagerly, receiving him fully, joyously.
Their lips were again bruising each other's as they ground mouth against mouth as authoritatively, hungrily as they ground groin against groin.
And then Thelma felt it happening. "Oooh, darling, I'm coming. Keep it up, clear." The voice was a soft voice, the voice of an imploring little girl.
"Of course, darling, love it," Eric said. It was neither the nouveau dominant swaggering nor the traditional submissive surrendering.
It was the voice of understanding.
And she came ... and he came ... and they came ... again and then again.