One Day of
Memories
“Happy birthday
darling.”
Anne looked up
and smiled as her husband caried in a tray with coffee on it,
and set it down on the bed.
“Thanks,” she said as she took up the cup and took a sip. “So, this is my sixtieth birthday – and we’re
going to spend it as I want to spend it.”
“And I would not
have it any other way,” her husband said as he leaned over and kissed her. “Do you know what I was thinking about while
the coffee was brewing?”
“no – what?”
“Our first real
day together in this house – and how you looked as you sat on that chair after
the day at the office…”
Anne smiled at
the memories that came back. “Is that
why we start in a chair today Alan?”
“Oh yes –
remember?”
“What a
day,” Anne said as she came into the front room, and
slumped into a chair. “After this week,
I need some me time in our new home.”
Alan looked
at his wife of a month, in her dark blue coat dress and black heels. The coat fastened up one side, a matching row
of buttons running down on the other.
“You look so
tired,” he said as he stood up. Alan was
a lecturer, and as such was allowed to dress more casually in his striped shirt
and pants. “You sit there, I’ll sort
dinner out.”
“no, it’s my turn,” Anne said as she looked at her husband.
“I insist,
Anne – and if I have to, I’ll make sure you stay in that seat.”
“Oh – and
how do you plan to do that,” she said with a smile.
“Do you want
me to show you?”
Anne saw the
look in Alan’s eye as she sat up and said “go on then
– how.” He walked over and reached into
the basket, taking out from it a roll of her red wool
and making a loop in the end.
“Are you…”
“Oh yes,”
Alan said as she put her hands together in prayer, and then felt the wool
tighten as it was placed over her hands and pulled round her wrists. She giggled as he wound it round several more
times, then put her wrists down as he wrapped the wool round her legs, then
down and round her ankles.
“Kinky,” she
said as he tied it off and cut it loose.
“But do you
think you can get up?”
“Not very
easily,” Anne said with a twinkle in her eye.
“It’s – different.”
“But are you
scared?”
“No – so
what are you going to cook?”
“That’s
going to be a surprise,” he said as he stood up, “now, are you going to be nice
and quiet.”
“No – a bad
man tied me up,” Anne laughed, “I may have to call for help.”
“No you don’t,” Alans aid as he put his hand over her mouth. She laughed as she felt her lips move on the
palm of his hand, and then looked at him as she mumbled “Ahllrihtihhllbeghd.”
“I don’t believe
you,” Alan said as he took a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and then
pushed it into her mouth after he took his hand away. Anne watched as he walked out, and then twisted
in the chair. She wasn’t scared – if anything , she was enjoying this, and felt excited…
“That was the
first time.”
“The first of
many,” Alan said as he picked the tray up.
“Get dressed, and come downstairs.”
When Anne came
into the front room, she was wearing a black sweater with a white and blue pattern
on the front. It had a deep V-neckline,
and a short matching skirt, and she was wearing dark hose.
Ala looked over
wearing his blue shirt and pants, and smiled as he said
“it’s a pity we got rid of that old chair, or we could have done this in that
one as a reminder.”
“I like this
one,” Annie said as she sat in a brown leather chair on a round stand. She sat back, her eyes sparkling behind her
glasses and her white hair straight as Alan took a length of red rope and
walked over. He doubled it over and then
wrapped it round the right armrest, trapping Anne’s arm against the leather as
it went round and then between her arm and the rest.
“Comfortable?”
“Oh yes,” Anne
said with a smile as he tied the ends off, flexing her fingers as he walked
round and secured her other arm to the chair in the same way. He then leaned over and gently kissed her on
the lips, before he picked up the longest rope and
went behind her. She let out a sigh as
he wrapped the rope round her, forcing her against the chair back and her arms
against her body.
He then knelt
in front of her, putting her ankles together before lashing them to each other with
more of the soft, strong red rope. He
repeated the process above her knees, cinching the bands so that they were as
tight as possible, before he walked behind her, his strong hands on her
shoulders.
“Happy?”
“Yes,” Anne
whispered as she rubbed her cheek on his hand, “but make sure I stay quiet
before you do anything else.”
“Of course,” he
said as he picked up a red ribbon scarf. A triple knot tied in the middle, and
Anne opened her lips as he eased the knot between her teeth, tying the ribbon
rightly round her head to make sure it stayed in place. She could taste the scent on it – the scent
of his after shave, her lips held open by the knot. IT was so wonderful…”
“Fhnkuh,” she mumbled as she felt his hands on her shoulders,
and then felt them move down her body as he caressed her chest, gently squeezing
her breasts as she tried to move round.
“Thhhfhlsshghd…”
Alan smiled she continued
the gentle caress, knowing how his wife was appreciating and loving the
attention, and he knew how this was making her feel as she let out a soft
groan. He kept going, pressing more
firmly, as Anne closed her own eyes, sinking into the pleasure as her gag got
darker at the corners of her mouth…
Alan smiled as
he set the two glasses down, and then put a straw in one before he eased the
gag from her mouth.
“thank you,” she said before she took a sip, and her eyes
opened wide. “Gin and tonic – at this
hour?”
“It is your
birthday,” Alan said as he put the glass down, then kissed his wife on her lips
as she did the same to him.
“So where do we
go from here?”
“Back to bed
for a while, and I will prepare lunch. Remember
the first time I tied you to the bed?”
Anne nodded as
the fresh memory came back…
Anne smiled
as she lay on her side on the bed, watching her husband as he closed the
door. She was wearing a long sleeved black dress with a white pattern around the
front neckline, and white stripes down the sides, hose and black stiletto
heels.
“I’m glad
you enjoyed the show,” Alan said as he loosened his tie. “What do you think we should do now?”
“You could
make love to me,” Anne said with a smile.
“Oh I will do – but I wonder how helpless you should be.”
“Was that a
hint,” Anne said as she held her hands out.
Alan nodded as he employed his tie to secure her wrists together, before she lay on her back and watched him use a
second tie to secure her wrists above her head to the headboard.
“Nice – but
what else do you have in mind,” she whispered as he removed her shoes,
massaging her feet as he did so. “Nice
as that is…”
“Let me show
you,” Alan said quietly as he moved the skirt of her dress up, and then unfastened
the tops of her stockings from the garter belt, rolling them down her smooth
legs as she wriggled her toes.
Anne smiled
as he tied one end of a stocking round her ankle, and then pulled her leg to
the side, securing it to the foot of the bed before he gently kissed her toes,
then sucked on them.
“Oh that is good,” Anne cooed as he secured her other ankle
with the second stocking, so that her legs were spread wide. She then watched as he took a pair of scissors, and cut her panties loose.
“Those are
one of my favourite pairs,” Anne whispered as he folded and sniffed them.
“They can be
replaced – open wide.”
He gently pushed
the material into her open mouth, and then knelt on the bed, Anne groaning as
she felt this lips on her sex, his head between her legs as she twisted
round. He knew exactly what he was
doing, as his tongue and lips brought her on, and he tasted her fluids while
feeling the bulge in his own trousers.
“Dhhhtt,” she moaned as she lifted her head, and she saw him
pull his own trousers down, saw his member, and wanted it in her more than
anything. So
when it happened…
“You’re not
planning to do that to me again, are you,” Anne said as she watched Alan lay
the ropes out on the bed. She had
changed into a short black dress with elbow length sleeves,
and was sitting on the side.
“No – but I’m
saying nothing more,” Alan said as he folded a red shawl into a wide band, and
then blindfolded his wife as she sat there.
“So I’m – oh,” she said softly as she felt his lips on her
neck, and then felt him guide her hands behind her back. Alan doubled the first length of rope over
and then used it to secure her crossed wrists behind her back, a second length
going round her arms at her elbows and then her wrists secured to that as well.
She felt his strong
hands slowly stoking down her upper arms, and then leaned her head back as they
shared a passionate kiss.
“Shall I keep
going?”
“Oh yes,” Anne
whispered as Alan took the longest length of rope, and passed it round her under
her chest. Anne sat quietly as she felt
the bands constricting, pressing down and up on her chest under the dress as
her upper arms were forced against her sides.
His hands
stroked over her breasts and nipples, and she shivered at his touch – even more
so when he brought the bands together at the sides by cinching them between her
arms and body.
“You know just
how that makes me feel,” Anne whispered as she felt his hands gently stroking
over her chest, as he started again to kiss her neck and shoulders.
“Of course I do – that’s why I do it,” Alan whispered into
her ear before he moved off the bed to stand in front of her. His hands held her head as he slowly kissed
her, Anne returning the kiss before he knelt down, and
began to bind her legs together at her ankles, and then below her knees. He then stroked her legs as he kissed her
chest, leaving wet marks on her breasts and nipples as she softly moaned.
“What… What else are you planning to do,” Anne
whispered as she felt him move the skirt of her dress up, and then pull down
her tights, heard the snip as her panties were cut away, and then tasted the
material on her tongue as he pushed the folded silk in.
Alan looked at
her as he tore a strip from a roll of red tape, and then pressed it down over her
mouth before he started to massage her chest, kiss her on the neck, and hear
her muffled moans.
“Are you
ready?”
Anne nodded as
she was gently helped to kneel on the floor, and her body pushed forward,
before she felt Alan enter her from behind, his cock filling her passage as he
started to slowly move to and fro, bringing her on
with each move as she started to groan, started to shiver, started to feel the
fluids of love as she burned and moved with him, wanting that loving release.
And when it
come, it was wonderful…
“Did you enjoy
your lunch,” Alan said as he sat with Anne at the dining table. He was now wearing a brown
jumper and dark trousers, while Anne had put on (after a long shower) a
pale blue jumper and dark blue leggings.
“Oh yes –
although not quite as much as earlier,” Anne said with a smile. “so what am I going
to be doing this afternoon?”
“Relaxing on
the couch, watching a film,” Alan said with a smile.
“And you’re
going to force me to do that, aren’t you?”
“Of course –
although maybe not as much as that time you made me feel so happy as well.”
“Oh yeah – but
you made sure I was happy too,” Anne said with a smile…
“I am to
secure my own legs?”
“Yes you are, lady,” Alan said as he looked at his wife. He was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie, but he had a stocking pulled down over
his head as he looked at Anne. She was
wearing a white short sleeved top, a short black dress, and her dark hose and
black heels. It was a roleplay, with her
husband as the intruder, and right now he was holding out a length of white
cord in one gloved hand, a water pistol in the other.
“Put your
feet up on the couch, double this over, and wrap it round your ankles – and do
it right.”
Anne nodded as
she turned and put her feet on the couch, then took the rope and slowly doubled
it over. She wrapped it round her
ankles, pulling tends through and back before she wrapped it round several
times, then separated the ends and took them between her legs as well.
“Good,” Alan
said as he handed her a second length of rope, “now your legs above your
knees.” He watched as she repeated the
process around her upper legs, before she looked at
him.
“Now what?”
“I want you to
stand up and turn round, then put your arms by your sides.” Alan watched as Anne slowly stood and then
half shuffled, half turned herself, as he doubled over a longer length of white
rope.
“Now stand
still,” he whispered into her ear as he passed the rope round her body, pulling
tight under her chest and then taking it above as her upper arms were forced into
her sides. Anne bit her lower lip as he
tied the rope off – and then her world was darkness as Alan slipped a sleep
mask over her eyes.
“Why have
you done that?”
“You will
see,” he whispered into her ear before he wound a length of rope round the
lower band of rope that framed her chest, and then gently fed it between her legs
above the band holding them together.
“Oh my – are
you…”
“Be quiet,”
Alan said quietly as he folded her arms in front of her, and then pulled the
rope up, Anne gasping as he wound the rope round her forearms to hold them
together, and then around the lower band, pulling it down as he made sure the
end was properly secured.
Anne slowly
tried to move her hand, and gasped at the sensations
that started to run through her as she was helped to lie on her side, moving
the rope as she wanted to feel that fire again.
“now, you’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Anne whispered
as she felt the dampness between her legs – and then she heard Alan say “I want you to kiss what you feel.” She nodded as she pushed herself over to the
edge of the couch, and then she kissed the object placed in front of her. It tasted of strawberry, and as she opened
her mouth she slowly ate the fruit.
“Now what
are you going to make me kiss?”
“this,” Alan said as she kissed the object – slightly salty,
and she felt good doing that.
“Can you
continue?”
Anne nodded
as she pushed herself further forward, and put her lips over the end, pulling
them back with a popping sound as Alan held it in his gloved hands. She smiled and then took his cock further in,
wrapping her tongue round the base as Alan positioned himself to give him the
full pleasure of her attention. He could
already feel the sensations, the throbbing, as Anne started to such and move her
head to and fro, the ropes bringing her on as well…
“No rope
between my legs though,” Anne said as they stood up.
“As you wish –
for now,” Alan said as they walked into the front room, and he watched her sit
down on the long brown couch. “But you
can bind your own legs again.”
Anne smiled as
she took the proffered white rope, and brought her legs up, wrapping the rope
round her ankles and cinching the binding before she tied the ends off behind
her legs. Alan handed her a second band,
which she used to secure her legs together below her knees, and then stretching
them along the seat.
Alan then came
over with another length of rope, Anne crossing her wrists in front of her and
watching as he secured them together in the same way as her ankles, cinching
the band before he secured the ends. She
lowered them down as he wrapped the longer rope round her upper arms, gently
ensuring they were held against her sides before he brought over a length of
white cloth.
“So I get to watch West Side Story?”
“Both
versions,” Alan said before he used the cloth as an over the mouth gag, Anne
nodding as he started the 1962 version of the film on the television. She settled back to watch the opening, while
Alan smiled and left her to her enjoyment.
It was late
when they both returned home from the restaurant. Anne had chosen to wear a yellow top with
blue leggings and brown sandals, while Alan was wearing an open necked shirt,
smart trousers and black shoes.
“This has been
an amazing day,” Anne said as he closed the door, “thank you. What have you got planned for the end?”
“Something
special,” he said as they walked up the staircase. At the top was a wrought iron metal banister
which at the stairs went up to the ceiling.
Anne stopped as her husband said “you’re going
to stay here for a while – so stand against the banister, and put your arms
round it behind you.”
“Oh – and then
what,” Anne said as Alan went into the bedroom, bringing out a bag with white
ropes. He took one, shook it loose and
doubled it, then stood on the stairs as he secured his wife’s wrists together,
and then to the banister.
He fetched
another longer length of rope, and wound that round her waist, making sure she
could not move away from the banister as he wound the rope round the metal
behind her. When he secured that, he came round
and they shared a kiss, before he said “ready?”
“For what?”
“Separate your legs
a little,” Alan said as he took more rope, and then wound it round Anne’s left
ankles and the metal work, then took it behind her as he secured her other
ankle into place as well. Anne looked
down as he took another rope, and then did the same thing to her legs above her
knees.
“Well, I’m not
going anywhere,” she whispered before she felt Alan’s lips on hers as he
stroked her sides.
“No,” he said
with a smile before he took another long rope, and went behind her, Anne seeing
it as it was passed round her body below her chest and pulled back, then taken
round above her chest as well, Alan repeating this several times as he framed
her chest. He then fed the rope under
one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then down the other side so
that she was truly held in place.
“hmmm,” she said as she closed her eyes, and then she looked
at Alan as he wound one more length of rope around the band above her chest, positioning
it between her breasts. The rope itself
was folded over four times, two slightly shorter then
the other two.
“Oh you’re not?”
“Oh I am,” Alan said as he took the rope down in pairs of
lengths, and wound them round the lower bend, drawing them together before he
took all four lengths down and round the rope round her waist. The two shorter lengths he took to the side
and tied them round the waist rope, before walking behind her and reaching
through the metal between her legs.
“Oh yes,” Anne
said as the rope was pulled back and up, rubbing between her legs before Alan
secured the ends to her chest ropes. She
wriggled round as he walked back in front of her, holding a red sponge ball in
his hand.
“Ready?”
“Oh yes – but
kiss me before you really gag me,” Anne said before she opened her mouth,
allowing him t push the sponge in as it expanded and filled
the space behind her lips. Alan then
took the white cloth from earlier and wrapped it round his wife’s head, covering
her lips and mouth and trapping her hair at the back of her neck, the metal
against her head.
“Whtthruhghnnthdh?”
“I am so glad
you asked,” Alan said with a smile as he held up an electric vibrator, starting
it off before he began to slowly stroke her body with it, Anne moaning and
twisting round a sit ran over her breasts and nipples, the ropes holding her
and teasing her at the same time. It was
the perfect end to a perfect birthday…