Chapter 9
The bed was on it's way to a new home. The couple who took the bed home carried it carefully into their walk-up apartment building. Their apartment was on the fourth floor of the building. It was the entire floor all the way through, with windows in the front and windows in the back of it.
They brought the brass four-poster bed to the room that it would occupy.
It was a lovely room, rather modest but certainly attractive enough. There was a row of three windows across the front of it. Those three windows looked out at the street.
One wall, the wall to the right, had a fireplace along the natural brick. The rest of the walls were not in natural brick and were painted in a soft off-white color. There were no drapes on the windows, but just bamboo shades. The only furniture in the room was some white shelving, that was simply boards that had been painted white. All the clothes were inside the large, walk-in closet. That gave the apartment a very neat look to it.
In the middle of the wall opposite the fireplace, there was a mattress on the floor. There was an Indian throw over the mattress. That was the couple's sleeping arrangement.
Once they had the bed up there, they handled it carefully and said all sorts of wonderful things about it.
"I always dreamed of having a brass bed," the woman said.
"This'll take a lot of work, but it'll be worth it." The man started to work immediately. "I'm glad we visited your mother after all. If we hadn't we never would have found this bed."
Even though it was Sunday night, the two of them spent long hours with brushes and with brass cleaner and polish, working off the years of dirtand grease and rust. Sometimes the woman would complain that she hadn't been able to get a spot clean, but the man would always say the same thing. "Don't be afraid of rubbing. This is real brass underneath. This is real quality. You're not going to scratch the brass when you clean the gunk off."
And so, the gunk was slowly but surely cleaned off. They couldn't do it all in one night. But, as they revealed the beauty of the brass bed it was like a wonderful revelation. It was something that the two of them had had faith in and it turned out to be something beautiful.
One day, later in the week, the last day they were working on it, the woman complained that she had not been able to get any part of a particular stain out, since it seemed to be imbedded in the brass.
The man went to work on it and kept on examining it closer and closer. "This is blood. This must've been a hell of a lot of blood for it to get permanently on the brass like this."
They both paused in silence. "That wasn't from some little girl cutting her finger."
But then they went back to work on it. So, their bed had a stormy history? They would add to that history with all of the wonderful times they would share together. push his dick in and out of her mouth. He was face-fucking her in a brutal way and she was gobbling down on his cock, hungry for it.
The balls slapped against her chin and the pubic hairs scratched at her nose. But she loved every bit of it, especially the pressure that was all the way down in her throat.
Then, pulling on her hair, he pulled her face away from his dick.
He pushed the girl onto the bed. "Now we'll see how this does as a bondage device."
"Oh, yes, sir," she said in a voice that was a perfect combination of submission and desire. She immediately got into position and he put the leather cuffs around her wrists, holding them in place and pulling them behind the brass bars of the headboard. Then he pulled each of her legs up over her head and he put a leather cuff on each ankle.
She was spread out and her ass was up in the air in the most obscene manner.
Then, he knelt over her. "So, you're my slave on my satin sheets, in my brass four-poster."
"Oh, yes, sir," she moaned softly as she felt him running his fingers over her body.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette. He blew the smoke of the cigarette right into the woman's face. Then he played with the lit tip of the cigarette moving along her body with barely an inch between it and the soft, unspoiled topography of her skin.
She held her breath. She knew that her husband wouldn't really hurt her. But she knew that he loved to tease her. There was something else that she knew. She knew that she got a great deal of pleasure out of her husband's teasing her. It was something they mutually shared.
The lit end of the cigarette toyed right around the lips of her pussy. The heat of it seemed to be drawing more and more juice out of the hot cunt.
"Now, let's try a little advanced bondage on you, slave," he hissed at her in an excited voice.
Her body started to shiver because of the heat she felt inside her cunt at that instant. Her husband used the ropes on her cunt and he actually bound her clitoris. It was complicated for him to do and it was something that he only did after reading instructions about it because he certainly didn't want to hurt his wife in any accidental way.
But, the flesh down there was very sensitive and he had found ways to make it even more sensitive.
Leaning over he started to lick at one of her tits. It began to grow immediately and then he started to bite and suck on it. He kept rubbing his teeth from one side to the other, almost as if he wanted to saw the tit right off her breast.
Her voice was a gasp as she said, "Please. I c-can't take it any. . . oooh."
He continued to suck hard on the tit for another long moment before he released the grasp of his teeth. Then, he immediately started to blow a breeze of cool air on her nipple.
She raised her body up a little bit through sheer force of will. She wanted to push her breast into his mouth because now he was teasing her mercilessly. But, he knew what he was doing. He managed to keep his lips poised an inch away from that nipple.
Then he turned his attention to her other breast. He sucked and then he blew on it, getting it erect and then getting it covered with excited gooseflesh.
Finally, he landed on top of her and pressed his weight down hard. He was humping her and using his cock in a hot and excited manner. He started to untie the bonds that held her clitoris, knowing that it was at a point of higher excitement than it had ever been.
But, before he fucked her, he took the small whip he had taken from the closet and raised it up.
"I'm going to get you heated up enough to take my cock and treat it well."
"Yes, master," Sarah said, her eyes right on him, obedient, made moist with passion.
"Four lashes," he said in a flat tone. "Even though you've been good and obedient, I'll have four lashes for you simply because you need to be reminded that you're my property."
Jim had no way of knowing the history of the bed. The only thing he knew was that as soon as he and his wife had looked at it they both wanted it for the same thing their games of bondage and discipline, the special spice that had made their married life so exciting for them.
There were nights when Sarah dominated Jim simply because the two of them enjoyed that and felt that they became better all-around lovers when they tried everything with each other.
Jim was feeling a special hardness in his cock because of the newness of the brass bed. He wondered what it would be like on the night that he would be tied to the bed, since he knew that night was not far away. But, for the time being, he was going to get all the pleasure he could out of Sarah's bondage.
He pressed himself down on top of his wife and he pushed the head of his dick right against the delicate pussy lips that had already been brought over the verge of excitement.
The bed had a good home. It was meant to be used for bondage and discipline and had always seemed like an obvious altar to those sensual rites. But, in the first sixty years of its existence it had been owned by people who couldn't deal correctly and lovingly with those feelings.
Now, as it entered the nineteen-eighties, the bed was owned by an attractive young couple who loved bondage and discipline and who were both willing to enjoy the thing they loved. No one was going to be hurt. No one was going to be forced to do anything except in pretending.