Chapter 9 - Kelly's Turn
At our workout the next morning I could feel the strain in my
leg muscles from the walking I had done in my high spikes. Accepting
this as due penance for the exciting evening, I worked it out on the
stairmaster, then proceeded through the rest of my exercises. My
weight had dropped a little though it was clear I needed a new goal if
I were to make any real progress. Kelly, who hadn't gotten her prize
yet, complained about the slow service which showed that she was a bit
excited about her own upcoming exhibition.
That evening there were no packages and I didn't know whether
to be disappointed or not. I was anxious for my other two outfits and
wanted to see Kelly in hers, but packages delivered to Billie Jo's
house were almost more pain that reward. We went walking that
evening, my own dressing up downgraded to only pantyhose under my
shorts. On our way back we met Billie Jo near the start of her walk,
though in a relatively dark place on the street. She stopped and
repeated to Kelly her request to walk with us sometime, to which Kelly
agreed with surprising alacrity. Billie Jo barely seemed to look at
me until the end of their conversation. Then, with a long, slow look
at my shaved legs shining even in the dark with the shimmer from the
pantyhose, she lit up her amused smile and said, "You're looking good,
Ran."
Nodding thanks since I was too embarrassed to speak, I
wondered if the glow from my cheeks was as bright as her smile. Kelly
grinned at me as well, then caught Billie Jo's eyes with a glance I
could not translate, but felt was more significant than I could
understand. We continued on our way with Billie Jo once again looking
at the backs of my legs as we left.
"Yes," Kelly whispered, "she knows, at least about your shaved
legs and pantyhose. Maybe we should invite her out some night, as one
of the girls. We can go to a singles bar and see who can pick up the
most men!"
Slipping in to my Brandy voice, I softly sang my reply, "I
don't pick up men, they're too heavy. Of course, trolling is okay, as
long as it's catch-and-release."
Giggling like school girls we reached our house. I thought we
might have passed the subject of walking with Billie Jo but I should
have known that Kelly would not let the matter rest. The next evening
I happened to be a little late, so Kelly got home first. Once I was
inside she told me that a new package had come. I hurried into the
bedroom and noticed the package unopened on the bed.
"Why didn't you see what we got?" I asked. Then I noticed
that the package was addressed to me, which made it Kelly's new
outfit.
Opening it quickly, I found the expected leather dress. It
was softly tanned doeskin in a creamy ivory color. Grinning broadly,
I commanded Kelly to strip. She took off her outer clothes but stood
in her bra, panties, and pantyhose. The blush coloring Kelly's cheeks
made it clear that she remembered the prohibition on underwear which
was part of this prize. Pretending to compromise, I pointed out that
the dress was a bustier design, sleeveless and strapless, so the bra
would have to go. She removed it and I held the soft leather up to
her form.
"That dress is too small," Kelly protested. She was actually
right. I had ordered it in size 5, though she was a snug size 7. But
this design laced all the way up the back so some adjustment was
possible, though at the cost of a gap. To cover this I had ordered a
matching jacket, almost as long the micro-mini skirt. Waving aside
her protests, I unlaced the dress and held it out to her. She pulled
it on with apparent reluctance, but her hardened nipples betrayed her
excitement. Once she had the dress in position I started to pull the
laces tight.
"You know the routine," I chuckled. "Grab the bedpost and
hang on."
The cunning design of the dress hid effective stays without
losing its soft suppleness and in a few minutes Kelly was held almost
as tightly as in her satin corset. However, unlike the corset which
had full bra cups that flowed into straps, the leather dress had only
a bustier. Kelly's abundant bosom threatened to overflow the
tightly-laced bodice of the dress. Her erect nipples clearly showed
through the thin material, very close to the top edge. It seemed a
deep breath could be disastrous, but then, in her tight lacing Kelly
couldn't take a deep breath.
The snug skit clearly showed her panty lines and the top of
her pantyhose. Before I addressed that issue I decided to lift Kelly
to a higher level in her acceptance of my mastery and of her affinity
for bondage. I turned to our "toys" drawer and withdrew both the
ankle restraints and the wrist cuffs. Her eyes widened at the sight,
and another excited flush lit her cheeks.
"Do you trust me?" I questioned.
Licking her lips, she gulped a little air, but nodded.
I placed the ankle restraints about her arms just above the
elbows, then put the wrist cuffs on her. Gently pulling her arms up
behind her back, I locked each wrist to the opposite elbow cuff,
binding her forearms parallel and horizontal. The position was not
uncomfortable, but it did force her to pull her shoulders back and
thrust her impressive bust forward. She squirmed a little as she
discovered what little motion she could obtain, but did not protest.
Smiling, I reached out and tweaked her nipples through the
soft dress. Kelly gasped and moved her hips in an unconscious,
uncontrollable response. Now that she had surrendered the initiative
to me, I proceeded to pull her panties and pantyhose down and off her
legs. Reaching under the tight skirt, I gently teased at her curly
hair, provoking another gasp. In a moment, the pungent fragrance of
her arousal drifted upward.
"Milady Dewinter, methinks you like this game," I chuckled.
Her first inclination was to deny it, but her body betrayed
her excitement so she stood mute instead, head bowed in embarrassment
but heat dancing in her eyes. I removed the last items from the
package, a pair of thigh-high boots in matching ivory doeskin perched
on heels meeting the towering standard Kelly had set with our pumps.
I carefully sat her down on the vanity chair and placed the boots on
her feet. They laced up from her ankles to almost the level of her
abbreviated skirt and I pulled them snug as patiently as I had laced
her into her dress. Helping her to her feet I draped the jacket over
her shoulders, hiding both the gap in the dress and her bound arms.
"Ready to do a little window shopping?" I grinned, reaching
again under her dress to caress her lower lips.
"Whatever you say, Milord," she replied demurely, "but Milady
Dewinter could wish for a little relief before we go."
Dropping out of the fantasy character for a moment she moaned,
"Oh, Ran, I'm so hot! I'm going to burn up if you don't finish me
off, right now!"
"Hmm," I mused. "We may be able to work something out."
I pulled the hem of her dress up above her hips, and gently
laid her back on the bed. Her excited scent filled the room as I
began to lick and then suck at her pleasure nub. Her arousal was
confirmed even more by the brevity of the interval until she was
arching in wordless ecstasy. Panting desperately to obtain the breath
the tight dress denied, she gradually subsided. I helped her to her
feet, pulled her dress back down, and gently drew my hands through her
tangled hair to straighten it. In a moment, she was able to walk and
we moved from the house.
I decided to take her car, now more understanding of the
challenge of climbing into the pickup while wearing a short skirt. As
I escorted her to the passenger door Billie Jo came from her house and
waved. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kelly in her tight leather
dress and high boots. The jacket placed over Kelly's shoulders hid
the restraints but something in Billie Jo's eyes betrayed her
knowledge of what was going on. She moved over to us, for once the
amused smile replaced with a more intense expression. Interest
certainly, but something more as well, could it be lust I was seeing
in her eyes? She approached closer, seemingly led by her own feet
without conscious volition. A few feet away she froze and I could see
her nose flare as she sniffed the air. Kelly's musk was still heavy
about her, more pungent by far than her normal perfume. For the first
time I could remember, Billie Jo was showing definite signs of
arousal, hard points of nipples showing through her own thin shirt.
She approached closer and reached out unerringly to find the
restraints around Kelly's upper arms. Panting heavily, Billie Jo
blushed and pulled her hand back.
I had expected Kelly to pull away from Billie Jo's touch or
hide behind me in embarrassment. Instead, she seemed to strike an
especially sensuous pose and her panting breath showed her response to
Billie Jo's exposed interest.
"Is there something I can do for you?" Kelly asked, her voice
breathless and tight.
So this is why she had been so receptive to Billie Jo's
advances, I mused. I began to see a trend that I had overlooked
before. Kelly's enthusiastic support of my cross-dressing, combined
with the weight I had lost, had resulted in my convergence toward the
image of lean femininity demonstrated by Billie Jo. Yet, the image I
provided was not quite the same as the real thing, who stood
tongue-tied so close to my bound wife. Kelly had always affirmed that
there were no other men who interested her. As I reflected on her
comments I thought I could detect an emphasis on "men" that I had not
picked up on before. Perhaps no other men interested her, but it
began to appear as though women might.
"Hello, Billie Jo," I said, breaking the frozen tableau.
"We're just going shopping, would you care to come along?"
"No," she stammered. "I have my own errands to run." She
quickly fled to her own driveway and into her car. Once safely
inside, she looked back at Kelly and unconsciously licked her lips. I
decided the cooly-amused smile must indeed be contagious for I could
feel the display on my own face. Tearing her eyes away from Kelly,
Billie Jo's glance passed by my smile, and was captured for an instant
before she began to back her car out of the drive. Her blush at my
smile was sweet revenge for her prior amusement at my expense.
Kelly's own excitement was confirmed by her continuing arousal. Her
nipples showed clearly and her musky scent was being continually
reinforced.
"My, my, my," I grinned, "now that was an interesting scene."
Kelly blushed hotly at my amusement, knowing that she had been
too transparent in her own responses to deny her interest. I helped
her into the car and carefully buckled her seat belt around her. She
was now doubly bound, leaning slightly forward in the seat to make
room for her arms. Soon we were backed out of our own driveway and
headed down the street.
"I just found your incentive for the next ten pounds," I
chuckled.
"What?" she asked, hope clear in her voice leavened with a
generous helping of embarrassment as well.
"Why," I laughed, "I'll give you Billie Jo. It looks like the
two of you could find some way to pass some time together."
"Would you really?" she breathed, too far gone in her own
desires to pretend lack of interest. "You wouldn't mind?"
"You going to give me up permanently for her?" I asked.
"No!" she cried. "I wouldn't lose you for anything or
anyone."
"But," she paused, slowly admitting to a long-kept secret, "it
would be exciting, at least once."
"At least once," I confirmed. "I'll have to work out a few
details with Billie Jo, but don't you worry about that. You just
concentrate on losing your next ten pounds."
The glow in her eyes confirmed her resolve. I knew it would
be tough to keep up with her in this round of our weight-loss plan,
but by this time the weight loss had become secondary. That was only
our excuse for fulfilling fantasies for each other, though the
benefits to our health were undeniable.
We drove to a nearby mall and I helped Kelly from the car. I had
deliberately parked away from any entrance to give her time to
dissipate her scent of arousal while we were still outdoors. As we
strolled along, window shopping or even entering a store for a closer
review, Kelly was the focus of all eyes. Her obviously expensive
leather suit, high boots, and angelic beauty combined with the
detached reserve implied by her arms folded within the jacket to lift
her to some higher plane of elegance and glamour. I could feel eyes
tracking her wherever we went, the men with desire, the women with
envy. I could have been a million miles away for all the attention I
received.
In a curious inversion, it became as though I were her
servant, conscientiously opening all doors for her, helping her at
stairs, and in all other ways doting on her. Kelly obviously enjoyed
the attention, combined with the secret bondage which constrained her.
She was accepting my control over her public life as well as her
private life, and finding that the release of responsibility was
relaxing and exhilarating at the same time.
When we finally were sated with window shopping I ushered
Kelly out of the mall and asked, "Are you ready to get something to
eat?"
She shrugged her shoulders with a giggle, implying the
question of how I intended to accomplish that with her arms bound. I
smiled and dangled the lock keys, which she looked at with both
longing and regret.
"You don't have to walk all the way to the car in your heels,"
I offered. "Wait here and I'll bring it around."
Before she could protest, I walked away, more quickly than she
could follow on her tall spikes. She nervously glanced around to see
what risk she took, standing bound and helpless without nearby escort.
Once I was out of sight I paused to peek back at her, watching her
deal with her situation. It did not take long for the first would-be
hero to offer her any assistance she might require. Despite her
normally effervescent personality, Kelly tried to maintain a cool
aloofness, discouraging attention which might lead even to an offer to
shake hands. The cool of the evening combined with the excitement of
her predicament to cause her nipples to demonstrate their presence
through the thin leather. Unable even to shield herself with her
arms, in fact, forced to thrust her tits forward in exuberant display,
she seemed to both invite and repel attention at the same time. The
invitation was more compelling than the rejection and soon she had
multiple offers of assistance, re-lighting the fire in her cheeks as
she tried to maintain her emotional distance while surrounded
physically.
I went to the car and drove around to rescue her. Helping her
into the car, I again caught the scent of her arousal. Her sigh of
relief was tinged with regret.
"Sorry I took so long," I grinned, obviously enjoying her
mixed feelings. I smiled at her unsuccessful rescuers, proud of the
desirability of my wife and of her absolute trust and commitment to
me.
"So am I," she pretended to complain, but the dreamy look in
her eyes and aroused state of her nipples showed she had enjoyed the
experience.
We went to a restaurant we enjoyed, though not the one Brandy
had patronized. I had chosen one without valet parking and again I
parked a distance from the entrance. I helped her from the car and
then released her restraints. Removing her jacket, I rubbed her neck,
shoulders, and arms to work her through the discomfort which had
developed during her extended bondage. The gap I had not been able to
pull out when lacing the too-small dress allowed a cool breeze to
caress her back. The gap extended low enough to reveal inches of leg
cleavage to balance that threatening to pop from the top of her dress.
Realizing her exposure, she glanced around to see if we were observed,
then sighed as she relaxed into the massage. Retrieving her jacket, I
helped her put her arms through the sleeves. Then I closed and locked
the car and took her elbow to lead her to the entrance.
We enjoyed our salad meal, laughing as we reminisced about
near-disasters as her jacket had almost fallen off or one of her
would-be rescuers had crowded too close. In a short while we finished
and returned to the car.
"Turn around," I directed, "break is over."
Surprised that I intended to resume her bondage, Kelly glanced
at me and I could see a sequence of emotions race across her face.
First, she looked dismayed, with her normal self-reliance resisting
the thought of surrender. Then I could see arousal resume as she
remembered the attention she had been getting. Next, she showed
intrigue, wondering what else I had in store for her. Finally, there
were trust and commitment as she accepted my control. Dispensing with
the elbow restraints, I removed her jacket and merely bound her wrists
behind her back with the fur-lined cuffs and helped her into the seat,
capturing her in the seat belt again. When we returned home, I took
her jacket and carefully hung it away, then smiled and stepped behind
her. Reaching between her bound arms, I quickly unlaced her dress and
let it slip to the floor. She stepped out of it, glowing with
sensuality, nude except for her bonds and her thigh-high boots. I put
the dress away with equal care, then turned to her. Her aroused
nipples invited my caress, and then a kiss. She gasped and arched
into my lips, thrusting her tits toward me. I grinned and caressed
her lower lips, drawing forth her ready moisture and reawakening the
aroma of desire. Stepping back, I quickly worked to remove my
clothes, letting them drop with a careless urgency I had controlled
when I had her leather apparel. Kelly molded herself against me, not
caring that I needed to have my own hands free to remove my clothes.
She laughed when her outthrust tits interfered with my hands, but her
lips were hungrily claiming my lips and she rubbed her body against
mine.
When I was finally nude as well she used the height provided
by her tall heels to position her legs on either side of my erection,
and began to squeeze and rub herself against me.
"Good," I panted. "That's the idea. Here's the deal. You
get released after I come. You can do anything you can manage and I
will kiss or caress whatever comes in reach of my lips and fingers."
With that I moved to the bed and lay down, stretched out on my
back. Kelly smiled and moved to the bed as well, knee-walking over to
me. She leaned down to offer one engorged nipple to my smiling lips,
and I lifted my head to take it into my mouth. Just as we made
connection, she overbalanced, falling into me and driving her hard
button into my teeth. We both giggled, mine muffled by the mass of
tit covering my face, and she struggled to get her balance again.
"This could be more trouble than it's worth," she complained,
but the smile in her eyes betrayed her enjoyment of the challenge.
"Only if you let it be," I returned. "You're a smart girl,
figure something out."
Though my own erection was red and pulsing, she knee-walked
down between my legs and positioned herself where she could maintain
her balance while she studied my cock at very close range. With an
impish grin, she blew softly on the tip. Then, continuing her slow
tease, she licked her lips and took a deep breath.
I interrupted the game she thought she was winning with a
reminder. "Take as long as you want," I chuckled. "You're the one
wearing the handcuffs."
Kelly stuck her tongue out at me, then giggled and used her
protruding member to gently lick the tip of my cock. It pulsed in
response, causing her to chase it with her head. We both laughed,
then she began to wash my engorged sword from tip to hilt, leaving it
glistening and shiny. Opening her lips she took just the head in her
mouth and sucked, first softly, then with building pressure. As her
suction pressure increased she let my cock be drawn into her mouth
until it was bumping on the back of her throat. She began to bob her
head up and down, leaving a fresh shine with every withdrawal, and
capturing more with each downstroke. Like I said, when she can
position herself properly (or perhaps, sufficiently improperly) Kelly
can take an amazing amount of my cock down her throat. She began to
relax and get into her task and was gradually approaching the short
hairs at the base of my shaft. She had never before reached the base,
however that night because of her extended arousal or even because of
the change in her position caused by her bound arms, she took more and
more of my tower into her mouth until her lips gently bumped against
the curly wreath at the base. Kelly paused at full capture for just a
moment, with highlights of joy shining in her eyes, then slowly
withdrew. She continued to stroke up and down, each time matching her
new personal record for depth of penetration.
By now, my amusement was transforming into need as she
achieved an arousal in me matching her own. Her smiling eyes watched
me as I tried to maintain my control, but as she saw sweat break out
on my face, she stopped and sat back. My answering groan elicited her
own amused smile. She knee-walked up the bed, letting my pulsating
erection brush lightly over her moist lower lips, but did not stop her
journey until she had placed them glistening over my mouth. True to
my promise, I began to lick at her jewel as it protruded from her own
damp curls. It was not long before she began to quiver to my tongue,
gasping with her building heat. She gradually lowered herself down,
resting on my face with greater and greater pressure, forcing her
pleasure nub deeper in to my mouth. I thought she had given herself
over to the pleasure and would stay until she came but even as her
shudders built toward a peak, she gasped and lifted abruptly away from
my lips.
Working her way back down the bed, Kelly placed herself with
my pulsing sword poised at the entrance to her sheath. Carefully
straddling my legs, she urged the tip to enter her moist tunnel. Once
she had it on track, she slid down its length until it was fully
buried inside her. Our eyes met as I silently congratulated her for
solving her problem, matching her triumphal grin with my own. Kelly
began to bounce up and down, leaning forward enough to ensure full
contact between my towering sword and the jewel in her sheath. In a
moment, she recovered the state of near release she had left at my
face and her breath began to strain in and out in tortured gasps. My
own arousal had recovered as well and I was concentrating on control,
determined to last until her own climax. Her motion became
progressively more violent until she was slamming down onto my hips
with her downstrokes, rebounding to full extension with the energy
returned from the bedsprings. I could feel the pressure building in
my groin as her rapid motion drew my world into a tight ball, making
all but her actions vanish into non-existence. With an uncontainable
groan, I felt myself explode into her, thrilled with the unbelievable
sensation yet distressed that I had been unable to wait for Kelly's
own release. However, as a part of my consciousness expanded back to
encompass the world beyond my need I heard her shriek with the energy
of her own release as she collapsed onto my chest.
After some timeless interval she began to stir on my chest. Her bound
arms prevented her from pushing herself up and my sword still
swallowed in her sheath prevented her from sliding down over her legs.
I was vaguely aware of her predicament as more of my consciousness
returned, and was about to help her up when she managed to get her
knees under her and sit back.
"Well, Milord," she returned to our previous game, "has Milady
Dewinter achieved the task you set out for her?"
"Yes," I agreed. "I believe she has performed adequately. I will
grant her reward."
"Adequately!" she shouted in pretend wrath. "I'll give you
adequately! Any more adequate and I'd put you in the hospital!"
"Promises, promises," I laughed, "all I get from women are promises."
"What women?" she demanded, wriggling her hips over my still-captured
cock.
"Thousands of women," I replied, " all of them you, in all your many
facets."
Grinning with joy at the compliment, she lifted herself off me and
moved to the edge of the bed. In her bonds and high-heeled boots, she
captured both submission and dominance, demonstrating the entire range
of feminine capabilities. I was almost reluctant to release her, but
knew it would not be our last opportunity to taste this particular
combination.
