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over a year ago
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The phone only rang once before Don heard Anna's still familiar voice. "Hello?"
"Hi"
"Who's that.....? Good God!" The penny had dropped! "Talk about a blast from the past, how are you?
They had been an 'item' once, until her obsessive jealousy and possessiveness had killed Don's feelings. He knew that he was walking on emotional thin ice in calling her, but he had what he firmly believed to be a very good reason!
"I'm fine, you?"
"Yes, fine thanks, to what do I owe this honour after... four years is it?
"I just fancied hearing your voice again."
"And I just fancied sex with a Martian! Now what's the real reason?"
"The real reason, oh ye of little faith! Ok, if I'm going to be honest, sex does have something to do with it!"
"What a surprise, go on!"
"Well, do you remember what you said when we split?"
"Quite bit as I recall!"
"Well," he said again, "the bit I've got in mind had to do with you never turning me down if ever I felt fruity and wanted a shag!" He paused. "Well, I'm as randy as hell and Sylvia's away, so how are you fixed?"
"You cheeky bastard, for four bloody years - nothing, then all of a sudden you think you can just 'phone and fuck me?"
The direct approach had always been best with Anna in the past, but it looked like he'd miscalculated this time.
"You always said that it's best to be honest, even if it sometimes it doesn't look like the best way, so I'm just being upfront about things, I thought you'd appreciate that!" He was trying to sound apologetic
"And you thought that just by asking you'd get into my knickers?"
"Well, you did say....!" He left the statement hanging in the air.
"Yes, I did, didn't I, and I meant it at the time.., though I wasn't thinking of you waiting this bloody long!" She was capitulating! "You really are a bastard, you know that Don? But if you're still as good as you used to be... You sod, you're turning me on thinking about it"
"Is that a yes?"
"Oh......Damn you! Ok, Maybe yes, you bastard!"
"Then get your knickers off, gal, 'cos I'm just outside!"
"Don't be such a male chauvinist arsehole. The least you can do is have a coffee and tell me a bit about yourself before expecting me to lose my fucking underwear! ...and I'm making no promises either"
"Temper, temper!" He was grinning now.
"Just get your arse in here, dammit!"
The door had been left open for him by the time he'd walked up the path. He took that as a welcome sign and let himself in, walking through to where he could see a light on in the kitchen. Little seemed to have changed in the house, it was still a miscellaneous mix of assorted styles and periods, as chaotic as its occupant.
That said occupant was standing at the sink rinsing a cup when he walked in behind her. Like the house she seemed much the same, still a bit heavy on the 'derriere', still a bit stooped in her posture, though she was not yet fifty, and still with the nondescript head of poorly styled brownish hair. She still dressed the same, he noticed, a white blouse and dark knee length skirt without stockings. What he had once seen in her he couldn't think, except that she was a bloody good shag, and at his age he had been running out of alternatives!
He knew from her stance that she had heard him come in, but he still placed his carrier bag on the floor quietly before he padded up behind her and, reaching round, cupped her left breast with one hand and her 'mound of Venus' with the other! She was still wearing underwear! For about twenty seconds she made no sound or movement, seemingly just savouring an old familiar touch, but then she twisted away and went to the cupboard for the jar of instant coffee. The same old brand, he noticed irrelevantly!
"Coffee and a chat, and then maybe, just maybe mind....!" She looked at him for the first time as she spoke and he wondered if she was thinking that he had aged as much as he was thinking it of her!
Don watched as she stirred the coffee mugs. "Anyone in your life now, Anna?"
"Not since you ....Well nothing steady anyway"
"Must be ready for a bit then?" He was being deliberately rude, but then that used to turn her on! Anna was a very possessive and jealous woman, but she was also submissive in the sense that she loved to be humiliated verbally and ordered about in the bedroom. The more obscene the talk the hotter she became. She also enjoyed being spanked, and though that was not Don's scene he had obliged her in the past. She looked at him but didn't speak.
"Well, are you?"
She finally answered. "Yes, of course I am, as you might damn well know! I'm still bloody human, aren't I?"
"Wet and willing then, eh?"
She picked up the coffees and started out for the living room, answering over her shoulder, "Do you have to talk so dirty?"
They sat down. Anna sat at one end of the settee, expecting Don to join her, but instead he sat in the chair facing, where she would normally have sat.
"So, what have you been up to since the last time you were here?" she asked him.
Don thought for a moment before saying, "Not a lot!" He knew that he really didn't need to answer. The simple fact that the use of Sylvia's name earlier had not raised any query had confirmed what he had suspected, that Anna had made it her business to follow his progress since they parted. He wasn't surprised. Though they had never lived together, she had still acted as if she possessed him. Even though he had always made it clear that he was never going to settle down with her, but she had always wanted to know every detail of his life, sniping about every female he spoke to, even in the course of his business. It was this unbridled jealousy that had eventually caused him to finish with her and to move away, cutting all contact. Tonight's phone call was supposedly the first she had heard of him since.
"And did you take your knickers off like I told you?" He knew she would have!
"I don't know why you think I would, so no, I didn't!" She knew what was coming next!
"You know you're going to though, don't you? And you know you want to really!" The direct approach again, it was the one sure way of getting her going at one time. Maybe this time?
"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you? You think I'm really going to fuck you just like that?"
"I think you want to. Go on; take 'em off!"
Anna hesitated, angry with herself for wanting him. But Don knew that the delay was more for effect than for real and waited. Sure enough, after looking hard at him for a long twenty seconds and seeing only a blank face, she raised her behind from the seat, pulled up her skirt and eased her panties down her legs, kicking them away with a look of defiance. She had let her pubic hair grow back.
"Open your legs and show me your cunt."
She obeyed even more completely than he had really expected, raising her knees as she parted her legs, so that he had a completely unobstructed view of her pussy. It was, he could plainly see, glistening wet!
"Spread yourself, gal, I can't see your clit for your bush"
Again she complied utterly, pulling her legs right back and reaching under them with both hands to hold her labia apart. He couldn't complain about that sight, even her arsehole was on view.
"Anything else you'd like to see, oh mighty one?" She was trying to sound sarcastic, but her shallow breathing and sopping wet cunt showed that really she was only too eager to oblige.
Don smiled, "You might as well strip off and be done with it"
Without hesitation Anna stood and undressed, even 'accidentally' dropping her bra so that she could bend over with her back to him, wanting him to see a rear view of her pussy as well. Now naked before Don had so much as loosened his metaphorical tie, Anna sat back on the settee and opened her legs for him without any prompting. Her belly was, he thought, just a bit more rounded and her breasts were not quite as high, but her dark nipples, always so sensitive to his touch, were just as perky as ever, and just as inviting! She reached between her legs, using just the fingers of one hand to spread her labia this time for her other hand was cupping and gently massaging her left breast.
"Weren't you going to tell me what you've been up to?" Anna reminded him, still displaying herself to him as she spoke.
"Yes, but maybe later. Right now I'm enjoying the show." That was certainly true, especially the way she was playing with her breast, probably unaware of her actions. Don couldn't help but feel randy watching this uninhibited exhibition by his former lover. "Anyway, you tell me, how's your sex life these days?"
"If I say I buy my batteries wholesale, you'll get the drift.
"Still strumming the old guitar then, eh?"
When Anna nodded ruefully he continued, "Then strum it for me now. Let me see how good you've become!"
Anna coloured with embarrassed surprise, but then began gently playing with her clit, 'strumming' it with the first two fingers of her right hand, letting Don watch her masturbate as he had often enjoyed doing before. Her breathing, already shallow, became more pronounced as performing for an audience aroused her further. In the past he would most often have stripped himself and joined in, letting her watch him masturbate at the same time. But this time he simply sat watching her play, apparently just taking in the sight of her wet pussy and busy fingers.
Then Don had another request. "Use your other hand and finger yourself, I want to see you right up your own cunt."
Once again she submitted to his order without complaint and reaching beneath her raised leg she thrust two fingers deep into herself, pushing them in and out in time with her 'strumming' fingers. So wet was she that her fingers made sucking noises as they slid in and out of her pussy. She knew he could hear them, but she didn't care, somewhere deep inside her an orgasm was making its first stirrings ready to blast her into heaven.
"Do you still like to get your arse smacked?" Don's question caught her off guard and she nodded automatically. She had forgotten about the games they had played, pretending that she was a naughty schoolgirl needing punishment. Her body hadn't forgotten though. She felt the jolt of adrenalin course through her at the memory of a smarting posterior.
"I've got pretty good at it now, wanna try?" he asked, but already knew the answer to that, as he did to his next question. "It might hurt a bit though, but you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Just don't mark me" As she said that she realised she wanted him to hurt her, just like he used too – pleasure and pain were combined beautifully under his hands.
"I won't, at least not permanently. But don't stop frigging, you gotta cum first before I can punish you for it!"
He said it as if stating the obvious, and she realised that she had indeed stopped playing, but with her hands still in place and in fact with two fingers buried up to their knuckles in her cunt. She began again, the promise of things to come giving her the extra impetus.
It was not long, a minute, maybe two, before the orgasm struck and she half sat, half lay on her settee, her hips jerking and thrashing at the fingers plunging in and out of her hole, while her other busy fingers were almost a blur working on her clit. She was conscious of Don being seated, seemingly unperturbed, still fully dressed, and still only showing interest by slightly leaning forward towards her, but it didn't put her off, she was too far gone for that, in fact, if anything it added to her excitement! She wasn't going to tell him, but this was her favourite fantasy made real, Don watching her masturbate to take the edge off her own need, before taking her to bed for a long and satisfyingly kinky sex session. Now, as her climax subsided, she lay back on the settee, panting from her exertions, her face glowing with both excitement and anticipation.
"Go to your room, you dirty cow, and wait for me there!"
Anna rose immediately, heading for the door, knowing that this was going to be a session to remember, even if it had come out of the blue. Don watched her go, still naked, through the hall and start up the stairs before he collected his carrier bag from the kitchen and followed her.
He reached the bedroom he had not set foot in for four years, pushed open the door and entered. Anna sat on the bed looking up at him, eager arousal written across her face, as he collected her old nursing chair and drew it close to the bed before sitting down.
"I shan't beat about the bush - unless it's yours!" It was an old pun! "You have just displayed yourself like a wanton hussy, and you must be shown the error of your ways. Come here and bend over my knee."
Head hanging in mock contrition Anna came to him, lowering herself across his lap ready for her 'punishment'. Don immediately hooked his leg around hers and grabbed the back of her neck, effectively immobilising her across his knee.
"Are you sorry for acting like a whore?"
"No" Her pretend defiance was rewarded with a genuine smack on her ample buttocks. She gasped from the sudden pain. It was harder than she expected, harder than she remembered, but God it was so nice!
"Let me know when you are." Another smack, a few seconds wait and then another, and another, and a third, a fourth, a fifth. All were delivered hard across her behind, first one cheek then the other. She was gasping from pain and arousal. Her bottom stung and he had barely begun.
"Harder?" he asked.
"Oh, have you started? Then yes, of course harder if you want me to feel it!"
They both knew she was definitely feeling it, her voice was tight with pain, but this sort of banter had been par for the course in 'the old days', and had allowed Anna to control things from 'below'. The knowledge that she had the power to set the level of pain she would receive was part of the turn on for her.
The next time Don's hand descended on Anna's arse cheek it was, as promised, with greater force than before. This time the pain was intense, just on the edge of pleasure. She gritted her teeth and awaited the next, knowing that his eyes must be seeing her reddened cheeks and taking pleasure from the sight. Again a few seconds wait before the next hard smack, and then again and again, each time delivered with similar stinging force after a suspenseful wait of varying lengths.
"Harder?"
He knew her better than she thought. He knew she could not allow herself to be beaten and would say yes, regardless!
"Yes, please!"
She had not expected that he could hit her harder, but he could! The next blow made her squirm and struggle against his hold in shock at its intensity. But his hold did not slacken and nor did the steady rain of slaps on her behind. She was now taking a severe thrashing, the effect of which was to bring tears to her eyes and lubrication to her cunt. As hard as it was, she was still being aroused by the pain! When he finally stopped she was trapped between relief and disappointment, but she was not to know that it was because his hand was too sore rather than because he thought that she'd had enough!
"Are you going to behave with more decorum now?" He asked.
"Yes, I promise"
"Then get up and go and lie on the bed like a starfish" The obvious contradiction between his order and her promise did not seem to register with her and she did as she was told, climbing painfully onto her bed before spreading both arms and legs towards the corners, a puzzled look on her face. The puzzlement deepened when he turned to pick up a plastic carrier before advancing on the bed.
"My shopping" he said.
Then, from his shopping Don pulled several lengths of this rope and a set of straps, which he promptly set about tying to her wrists and ankles. Anna now realised what was intended, and wondered what this new sensation of being rendered helpless would really be like. She had thought of it before, even fantasized about it, but never had the chance to try it for real – until now, and the anticipation was doing wonders!
For his part Don was busy making sure that all the straps holding Anna star like across the bed were as tight and secure as possible. He wanted her totally powerless. Having finally secured her to his satisfaction, her picked up his carrier once more and, bringing it into Anna's field of vision, began removing various articles which he placed on the bedside table. First he took out two red alter candles – and lit them. Alongside these he placed a packet of clothes pegs and two tiny 'G' clamps, each about an inch and a half long. These were followed by a vibrating love egg, a large hand held dildo, a tube of lubricating gel, and a black permanent marker pen.
"Don't bother with that lot, just fuck me please!" Anna needed to be fucked, and the need was becoming agony since being rendered so vulnerable and obviously accessible by her bonds.
"You'll know when I'm going to fuck you – I'll strip off," Don told her bluntly. "But until then I'm going to play with you, so lie back and enjoy!"
Again Anna experienced both disappointment and anticipation, vaguely thinking what a silly remark that was, as she could do little else but lie back, enjoying it or not!
Picking up one of the two little clamps, Don reached across her body and began to attach it to her right nipple, screwing it shut until the jaws began to bite into her flesh. When the tension in her body and the sharply indrawn breath confirmed to him that the clamp was hurting her, he took the other and began again on her left breast until he reached the same point of pain in both nipples. Satisfied with his handiwork he gave both clamps an extra half turn "Just to be sure you can feel them" he explained, and then attached one of the pegs to her clitoris. Anna was squirming from the pain in three very tender regions, though she didn't feel it as pain, but rather as very intense pleasure, and she wanted more. Already her pussy was becoming wet again and already she was feeling the first tentative signs of approaching orgasm. More pegs followed, clipped to her labia and making a line down each side of her pussy. She was now writhing slightly in agony and ecstasy, the pain just, and only just, the right side of pleasure. Her toes, Don noticed, were curling from the intensity of the sensations and her nails were biting deep into her palms. He was pleased with his work so far.
For several minutes Don sat on the edge of the bed and studied Anna as she coped with her torment, watching her mouth the word 'bastard' at him with a smile on her lips to cancel it's meaning. Then, without warning, he picked up a candle and dribbled the molten wax from it's apex across her breasts. Anna yelped from this sudden additional pain, but then, looking Don straight in the eye she asked, "Again, please!" trying to keep her voice as normal as she could. Don took up the other candle and obliged, this time trailing it across her inner thighs. Again Anna cried out from the hurt, but again she smiled up at him as if he had softly caressed her. Don placed the candles back on the table, gazing for a moment or two at the little lines of red wax droplets, each one solidifying while becoming surrounded by a little circlet of brighter red skin in testimony to its original hot and molten state.
Once more he sat for a few minutes quietly watching her, before taking the dildo from the table and holding up for Anna's inspection. It was realistically shaped, but it was huge, jet black, with exaggerated veins down its shaft, and as hard as rock. Looking at it, Anna was praying that he'd be gentle with it, but at the same time hoping that he wouldn't!
"I don't know why I brought the lubricant, do you? Your hole is gaping enough to take a bloody baseball bat, let alone this vibe, don't you think?
Her voice was tight from pain, but she replied defiantly. "How the hell do I know, I can't see it from here, can I?"
"I'm surprised you can't feel your own juices trickling over your arsehole, your cunt is running like a river!
Don placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to Anna's pussy and proved himself right by sliding it straight in to full depth. Anna gasped, not so much from pain as shock, she had at least expected him to ease it in until she had stretched to accommodate it. Turning it on to maximum, Don began thrusting it in and out of her cunt, its shaft glistening from her juices as he did so. Steadily increasing the speed and depth of the thrusts until he was holding only the base of the dildo and slamming the rest right into her as hard and as fast as he could. As his hand pistoned forward each time he tended to catch the pegs attached each side of her hole, causing them to bite into the sensitive flesh of her labia. This really was combining Anna's favourite feelings of pain and pleasure and it was not long before her second orgasm hit her. This one was even more intense than the first and she strained against her bonds, her body arching off the bed and her head pushing back into her pillow. As each wave of sensations struck Anna cried out, cursing Don for making her wait to be fucked, pleading with him to 'shove your cock up me', demanding that he stop using the dildo, and begging him not to! Eventually her climax passed and she lay back gasping and spent, all pain from the pegs and clamps suddenly abated, and the discomfort from her spanking relegated to memory. And still, she realised, he hadn't so much as taken off his shoes! She could hardly wait for her fucking!
As Anna lay struggling to get her heartbeat and breathing back to something approaching normal, Don leaned over her and began unscrewing the clamps from her nipples, detaching first one and then the other. Removing them proved to be almost as exquisitely painful as attaching them, a surge of agony flowing through each one in turn. He then turned his attention to the ones around her pussy, with similar results, and then finally he took away the one clamped around her clitoris, but not before he had given it a sharp little squeeze as a reminder of its power, making her wince in surprise.
"Oops! Sorry about that!" He lied. "Never mind, here's something a little gentler to get you in the mood for the real business of the day!" With that Don reached for the 'love egg' from the bedside table and the tube of gel.
Watching him liberally coating the little white plastic egg with lubrication Anna should have expected something different, but she was open mouthed with astonishment to find it slipped neatly and painlessly into her arse. It was done with such dexterity that only when she felt her sphincter muscles close behind it did she fully realise what he had done. Still marvelling that he had reached her anus, let alone inserted anything into it, Anna began to wonder if taking it out would be as easy, but then she felt the egg begin to hum inside her, and she abandoned her concerns to ride on a sea of exquisite sensations. She had used a vibrator in her pussy many, many times, but this was different, a much more subtly erotic feeling. He was right when he had said it was gentler! She hoped he was equally right about it setting the scene for 'the real business of the day', - the fucking that she needed so much!
Anna closed her eyes to enjoy the beautiful vibrations in her rectum, and so she missed seeing Don reach over to pick up a candle once more. She was soon made aware of it though when the first spot of molten wax landed on the skin of her unsuspecting stomach. She jerked from the sudden pain and her eyes sprang wide open so that she saw again the candle in his hand.
"Oh no, Don, no more!" From the look in his eyes she realised with a shock that he was more intent on giving pain rather than pleasure, and the evening suddenly took a sinister turn!
"Oh yes, Anna, yes!" His voice seemed suddenly cold and mocking.
Don slowly and deliberately allowed little drops of wax to land on her belly one at a time. Steadily he worked his way across her abdomen left to right and top to bottom, oblivious to Anna's pleas for him to stop and uncaring of the pain she was now enduring instead of enjoying. When he had finished he set the candle back on the table with its partner, blew them both out and turned back to study his handiwork. With tears starting to well from her eyes Anna let out a long breath and waited helplessly to see what he had in store next, her passion having vanished along with her trust in him. She was deeply regretting allowing him to bind her in this way.
His next action seemed ridiculous in the circumstances. Picking up the marker pen he wrote a few quick words on her belly and replaced it on the table. Puzzled and somewhat worried, Anna strained to see what he had written, but her breasts and her bonds conspired to thwart her. Seeing what she was trying to do Don went across to her dressing table, picked up her mirror and brought it to the bed, angling it so that she might see his words.
For a few seconds she couldn't make sense of it, reversed by the mirror, but then with a shock she realised the wax droplets completed the phrase. It read, 'I AM A WHORE', the last word written in red wax! Shock, confusion, dismay, and hurt chased each other across her face as she looked up at Don for explanation, at last realising through her tears that he had no intention of having sex with her, but had just used her weakness to his own ends. But what ends were they?
Don had no qualms about explaining! But before he did so he reached once more into his bag and drew out a digital camera, with which he proceeded to take a series of photographs of Anna in her undignified state. General views were followed by close ups of the words across her stomach, her face, her cunt, and even of the little wire still disappearing into her anus. His photography completed Don replaced the camera in the bag, collected up the candles, lubricant and dildo and put them with it and began his explanation.
"You can keep the egg, it might help on cold nights, and I don't expect to need those straps anymore, so you can have them too. Oh, and you can have this as well." He fixed one of his clamps over her clit, screwing it tightly enough to that most sensitive of buttons to bring a cry of pain! "But, if you ever do again what you have done to me recently, just remember that I have these pictures and I'm very happy to post them all over the World Wide Web and on every notice board in this town and beyond! You thought you could interfere in my life, cause me grief by turning my partner against me. You thought you could cause me pain, well you were wrong! Do it again and I can, and will, cause you grief"
He looked at her with cold contempt on his face. She looked back with confusion and fear close to panic on hers, and began to pull on her restraints as if they would now magically set her free.
He began again with sarcasm. "Just in case you don't remember. You spoke to a lady named Rita about my relationship with Sylvia and my supposedly ongoing relationship with you!
You were 'surprised' to discover both of you knew me, and you told her how friendly we were. I fact you told her, "confidentially, because you didn't want to cause me any difficulty" how you and I still slept together "at least once a week, and that I preferred your lovemaking to Sylvia's. You also told her that your hold on me was so strong that one 'phone call would have me in your bed 'any time you wanted'! Well, it seems from tonight's evidence that you got things arse about, eh? I would say that you are far more at my beck and call than I am at yours!"
"Oh, and you knew, though you pretended not to, that Rita is Sylvia's best buddy and would obviously talk to her friend. Fortunately, neither Rita nor Sylvia is as blindly jealous as you, so you didn't do the harm you intended! I also know that was only the latest in a long series of dirty underhand little stunts you've pulled trying to break us up. Anonymous letters and 'phone calls, telling Sylvia that I was playing around behind her back. You've been trying ever since she and I got together, though God knows why! You must have known we weren't ever getting back together! This time you're caught out!"
"Fortunately my relationship with Sylvia is based on mutual trust, and it's far stronger and healthier than you could ever believe, so you won't ever succeed in splitting us. And if you want to try again, remember your pics! Tonight is by way of teaching you a much needed lesson. Take it from me, I have absolutely no intention of ever fucking you again, no intention of ever speaking to you again, and certainly no intention of two timing a lady like Sylvia with a slut like you. And now I'm off, Goodbye! .... Oh, and just so as you know - Sylvia knows I'm here tonight, so you can't cause any problems through that!"
Don turned away as if to leave, but turned back at Anna's panic stricken wail! "Don't worry, I'll give your sister a call and tell her to come around and set you free – in an hour or so. By then your clit should be sore enough to stop you strumming for a day or two! And before either of you thinks of causing me trouble, remember your pics. And finally, true to the old spy films, there's a tape recorder in this bag, so you can't claim I forced you"
He turned away again and began down the stairs, not even looking back once at the naked, sobbing, and humiliated woman tied to her lonely bed.
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