Chapter 7
She went about getting dinner ready. Phil hadn't looked unhappy when he came in the door, but he was at the same time very quiet. Something had very obviously gone on. He hadn't been displeased with the results, if she was any judge of the expression on his face, but he didn't seem eager to just launch into a story of whatever it was that had happened. She didn't pressure him. He just told her that he was going to take a long bath, and that he would soon be down to eat dinner.
She put up the steaks that she had been saving for a special occasion. She hadn't bothered to shop that afternoon, and she figured that this new life that she sensed beginning was quite enough to celebrate. There would be no champagne this night, but there was a six-pack of imported beer that they had never gotten around to consuming. That would certainly go very well with the steak. She prepared some vegetables, and then threw together a very fast salad.
He came down about an hour later. "I fell asleep in the tub," he said sheepishly. "I just felt so relaxed and comfortable, and the hot water let the muscles that run all down my backside and into my heels go into total relaxation. It was a fantastic feeling, and my whole body just fell into a state of complete comfort. It was a little scary. I'm beginning to realize that I'm really a pretty tense guy, and this has a real effect on me, that it effects things that I never even think about. It's awfully revealing."
"I'd been thinking the same thing," she told him. "It had occurred to me today that a lot of the same things that are happening to me right now are making it easier for me to understand things about my past that bothered me without my being aware that anything was bothering me."
She related the story of her dream, and the way that she had figured out the puzzle of what had happened to her in her life. He listened in silence, indicating every now and then that he understood precisely what she was talking about.
"And what the upshot of all of that is, is that I feel as though I'm reaching this very blissful level of contentment that is going to help me in reaching the goals that I can see as being real, and that the same thing is going to happen for you. I feel a definite sense of power starting to build in me, and it's going to sweep up both of us I think, to the point that we won't just conquer our problems, we'll obliterate them, and make them fade out of existence entirely."
"It's interesting to hear you say all of that," he told her. "I had an extremely informative session with my analyst this afternoon. He told me not to worry, just like you said he would. He told me that this was a very common thing that he saw people feel guilty about all the time, and that as long as it was not done to excess, and permanently damaging, there was nothing wrong. That makes me fear it a lot less, and he told me that this will also help me to become a more carefree kind of lover."
"How so?" Janet asked.
"Well, you see, I fear the act of whipping you so much that when I say to myself that I can't screw you unless I do that first, it puts more pressure on me to perform, and that it therefore makes me more likely to be impotent. So that now that I don't see it as such a horrible thing, I won't have that sort of pressure on me. Which is nice, because otherwise I thing that I would definitely do you some real injury if I had to beat you before every incident of intercourse."
"Yeah," she said, "I'm really happy that that won't be happening every night."
"But he said that the matter of sex being something that was dirty was something that I could only resolve by confronting my parents with it. That really won't be easy. You see, we're going to have to go there, and just lay all our cards out on the table. The doctor said that if we do that, and the desired effects come about, we could take a short cut in the treatment, and not have to stick with it for the long, hard treatments and slow passage of years that it might take before I could purge myself or those feelings forever. One thing that he added though, was that the incidences of success, considerable though they were when these meetings take place, is by no means guaranteed, and that we might end up severing relations with my family completely."
"How do you feel about that," she asked.
"Well, I don't want to cut off from my folks. I'd thought about doing that, like the others in my family did, but it's come to the point where I can see that if that's the way it has to be, then so be it. I've suffered too long because of what they did to me, and if the only way I can clear this up is by confronting them with it, then that's what I'm going to do. It's the only way."
What Janet was hearing was music to her ears. There was going to be no turning away from the dangers before them, and all would be taken care of in the process. An enormous surge of affection and tenderness for her husband rocketed through her body. She was more in love with him now that she had even been at anytime in the past two days. Was it only two days? It seemed more like an eon since they had been separated by a thin, psychological wall.
"Darling," she said to him. "I love you so much. I love you to the very depth of my soul. You are the passion of my life, and I cannot possibly explain any further what you mean to me. My heart is that full of love for you. Wherever we may end up on the road of life, I want to know that you will always be there beside me come what may. We may be the partners that together find true salvation."
"Janet," he said to her, "I can't measure the full extent of my love for you either. I shall always love you. Don't ever think, please, that something cannot happen between us, something good, and pure and true."
"I promise, darling, because you have shown to me that it can. We shall always be together, we shall always strive to give each other that which is best in us to give."
"Then consume me, darling," Phil said to her, "consume me with the flames of your love."
"Phil," she said, half teasing him, "I never knew that you were a poet."
He laughed at this humorous jest. "Yes, I used to write quite a lot of verse in college. Terrible stuff, I ended up throwing most of it out."
He hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately, driving his tongue far into her mouth. His hands ran down her back, and came to rest on the protruding buttocks, which he handled with consummate grace and ease. He was incredibly tender at this point, she thought to herself. She felt the shivers again, but nothing that could be called pain was the result of his gentle handwork. She jumped and twitched, but the end result was the same, he just moved his hands and grabbed her again, applying his hands with expert skill. She was feeling so open to him now. She whispered sweet little nothings in his ear, and then they broke their clinch so that they could begin their dinner.
They once more didn't speak much during dinner. They communicated mostly with their hands now, and it seemed to be a much better way to manage things than the other methods, that were previously ineffective.
They ate rather greedily this time, and when Janet attempted some of the orgiastic eating habits that she had the evening before this. Phil laughed at her, and then began, timidly of course, to do the same things himself. He didn't manage them very well, but she was so pleased to see them that she smiled and laughed heartily, without any need to force things.
There was something that was on her mind. She had been hesitant about bringing it up for the usual reason. She didn't want to take the chance of hurting his feelings. But something in her said that it might end up being alright. Something inside her saw him begin to chew his food as though it was giving him an erection and said that this man, whether he realizes it or not, is coming to terms with himself, and finding a genuine sense of inner peace. This was encouraging in and of itself, but it now gave her the courage to ask what to Janet was the acid test. Could, would he make love to her without employing the tactics of the past couple of sex sessions.
"Darling Phil," she began, "I have something that I must ask you. I want to preface it by saying that I think you have arrived at the point where it will not bother you to speak openly of these things. Will you be able to make love to me tonight without whipping me?"
The evenness, and calm surety of his tone surprised her. "Yes. You see, there is another channel for the energy to be released. I hadn't done just this the last couple of days because I felt so much pressure being released that I knew it had better come out in an explosion, otherwise, look out. So I just laid into you with the worst things I could think of. No, generally I'm more into the bondage, the tying you up and forcing you into a position that is kind of degrading. That is enough for me most times, and that's the kind of things that we'll do for the next few days, or the next week, until that little ass of yours is all better."
"That sounds really nice," Janet said, relieved that she could get bonded, and still not have to receive that lambasting on her behind.
"I usually don't make a habit of getting into beatings that heavily anyway. You see," he said, "I really am rather experienced at this sort of thing. I only gave you a small idea of just how into it I am. I used to go to this one woman quite often. I've been making a hell of a salary the past few years, and sometimes I was able to go to her two or three times a week. It seemed to help my performance in the courtroom too, made me more aggressive. It got like a drug. The night before a big trial, I would be really nervous, so I would go to this chick, really whale the tar out of her ass, and then the next day in court, I would be a real tiger, and rip apart witnesses the way that some people tear up paper."
"Darling, I wouldn't mind that happening either. That would be wonderful, on occasion, but right now I'm sick of all this talk. I just want to go up to that bedroom and have the time of my life. Let's go. I hope you have plenty of rope."
"Don't worry," he said, "you're going to get the screwing of your life. You're about to have demonstrated, very graphically, just what all you women are about when it comes to your dealings with men. "
"Take me Phil," she said, "take me and show me what life is all about."
Phil took Janet up into the bedroom. He tied her, face up, spread-eagle to the bed. He applied the gag to her, this time a piece of cloth that he tied around her mouth. He then went into a drawer in his bureau, and removed a couple of clothespins. He walked up to her, and ran his hand up and down her body.
"I went out today and I got these because I knew that we were going to be playing some kind of game tonight, so I wanted to make sure that we had the proper toys. These are going to be clipped to various parts of your anatomy, my dear. They are not going to be the cause of much pain, have no worry about that. There are games of that sort that we may get into at some later date but for now we will just pretend that they don't exist." He sat down next to her, and continued the erotic massage, slipping his hand down into her panties, and playing with her little bush. He went further now, putting his middle finger in the spot where her pussy lips stood, and let it sit there for a time.
"Every slave must know the importance of being a mere plaything something that her master will on occasion simply take and abuse as the mood fits him. There are several types of abuse, and this is one of them. The whipping leaves marks eventually, and as long as this is done as carefully, there is not anything of that kind with this practice." He pulled her panties down a bit below her knees. She could feel them stretch out and trap her legs just a little bit more, serving to make the hold of the ropes even tighter than it already was.
"I am now going to introduce you to the world of nipple and clitoris torture. I think that you certainly will find this practice to be much to your liking, and that you will find the fact that the pain is there while the marks are not to be a nice little sidelight." With that, he bent down, and kissed her nipples, taking a few minutes to lick them and thrust them into his mouth, applying those teeth of his to stimulate them just a little bit further. Janet rocked back and forth, squirming deliciously under the strain of the ropes, and the sensations that her husband's delicate foreplay was causing to come to pass.
He did this for several minutes. Then he took the clothespins, and affixed them to her nipples. Janet gritted her teeth. This new sensation sent ripples of pain through her breasts. They seemed a very physical presence, as though he were holding one of the nipples in the tips of his fingers and was shaking it so that the whole tit bounced around. She found this to be terribly arousing.
Now that both of her tits were properly secured, he applied his hands to the cunt, opening it up so that the clitoris stood out in the proper fashion. Once this was done, he took the other clothespin that he had removed from the drawer, and applied it to the clit. He pinched the area so that the appropriate bit of flesh would stand out, and then he clipped it to her. She jumped about for a little longer when this was done to her, and she groaned as best as she could under the smothering power of the strip of cloth that forced open her mouth.
She writhed helplessly about, and Philip, there not being much need for him to do anything but watch and grin, stood up and removed some of his clothing. She would eventually find a position where she would not be in such pain, but until that time when her body made it to the new sensations, he was just going to wander about and make himself happy.
He went into the bathroom, and simply made a point of washing his face, taking a nice long time to do it to drag out her anticipation, and the inactive tortures that the pressure of the clothespins provided. He finished with this act, and then went back in, sitting at her side.
He ran his hands over her, and gave her breasts a few nice big squeezes, this caused them to swell up, and put even more pressure against them as the full sacs were now practically bursting against the spring-held pins. He stopped this practice after figuring that he had achieved the desired effect, and just sat back, watching her re-acquaint herself to the old position.
He had given her a good long time to do this when he suddenly put his hand up to the top of the clothespin, and flicked at the top of it with his index finger. This naturally caused it to wiggle considerably, and the sensations once again took off from Canaveral and shot through her once more. She again went through the rocking motion that had been her lot for the past several minutes, and began simultaneously shouting, shouts that were blanketed by the mouth restraint that she wore, without any hesitation, he did this to both of the tits, and then to the pin that pinched her tender little love button in a warming embrace of pain.
He held onto the tit pins at the same time and shook them. Her breasts wiggled like not quite hardened gelatin, and when he would stop that, the pussy pin was manipulated in the same way. He would also do the cunt and one of the tits, and she found herself back in the same situation she was finding so much to her liking. She was falling into the pit of possession, and there was nothing that she could do to stop herself. She fell into it by being gradually lifted and tilted, as though she were staring into the pit of a volcano. She finally tilted too far, and when she closed her eyes, she literally felt herself falling, splashing into a pool of molten lava desire.
Phil decided that she had had enough. He took off the gag and had her fellate him to full staff. Then he removed the pins, and got on top of her. He entered her, and the pinched portals of her pussy slid open to accommodate him. She felt the layers of flesh inside her cleave apart as his prick drove further and further into the tunnel of love. He pushed against her, covering her whole body with his, grabbing at her bound wrists, feeling her hands squirm helplessly as they jutted out from the ropes that held her in bondage.
He didn't play around fucking very much this time. He didn't have to, and didn't seem to want to. He thrust into her as far as he could manage, and just kept at her with a series of violent thrusts that had her gasping, and she came very quickly. She came, and the girl went into such violent spasms that they grabbed onto his prick with unusual force, and squeezed the climax out of him.
If an orgasm is explosive, this one blew up with megaton force. Seven Hiroshima's struck at her insides, and the mushroom cloud carried up into her cranium, carrying the debris of her intestines with it. Her molecular structure shattered, flying directly out from her, and as the surge subsided, magically re-aligned itself. She felt the heaving figure above her gasping for breath, and she reached up to kiss her critical mass maker.
He untied her and gently massaged her. They made plans for the coming weekend. They would go out to his parent's mansion. They would confront them with the truth. They would hopefully make them face up to the reality of the situation. This could end up being a very unpleasant scene. They were both aware of that. But they were going to go through with it. If they lost, life would be a little sadder, but it would at least be rid of the guilt that they had lived with so far.
They said goodnight to each other, but neither could get to sleep. They realized their mutual problem after a while, and before too long found that they were once again making love. They kept at it a long time, and this time, they managed to surpass all other occasions of love making with a pure, wonderful, and brilliant climax that seemed to rock the very foundations of the earth. Afterwards, after many protestations of love, they fell asleep in each other's arms.