10. The Start of Something More
I woke alone. In a panic, I reached up to remove the hood, and found the zip locked.
“No, my love. Don’t try to take it off.” His voice, from beside the bed, stopped me. “If you want it off, I’ll remove it.”
“No.” I replied, relief flooding through me. “But I need the bathroom — badly.”
“Thought you might.” He chuckled. “So I’ll take you. Then you’re coming back to the bed so I can enjoy you some more.”
His touch as he guided me made me a powerful connection and a feeling of real loving connection. He stood behind me, holding my waist with one arm, and ‘aiming’ me with the other. As I relieved my bladder pressure, he kissed and nipped my bare shoulder, and when I’d finished, turned me to face him and held me in a tight hug as he kissed me tenderly.
“Now, my love, it’s back to bed for you, while I fetch us some coffee and you decide what you’d like to do with the rest of the day.”
“That’s easy, love.” I kissed him, missing his mouth, but finding his cheek. “I want to spend it with you, and doing whatever you want to do with me.”
He chuckled. “You sure? Even if it includes more of what you got last night?”
“Especially if it includes that, my love.” Kissing him again, this time finding his mouth. “Especially that …”
“Okay, but I’m going to teach you how to prolong making love, my darling Alex. No quick fucks, just a long and beautiful making love. Okay?”
“I’d like that, my love.” Letting him guide me back to the bed, I asked as he turned me to lay on it, “Why did you decide to put that Gimp figure on my coffee mug at work?”
“Don’t you like it? I can change it.”
“No, don’t.” I laughed. “I’d like to try a suit like that some day — with you if that’s what you’d like. It’s just, wearing this hood and all — I’m completely in your control.” Holding his hand, I finished, “And I love it. I’m your Gimp if that’s what you want of me.”
“Then we’ll explore that. The mug was a sort of joke, love. I — we — found your innocence so amusing … well,” he squeezed my hand, “it was fun seeing your reaction the first time we gave it to you.” His kiss surprised me. “We can explore it sometime — but only when you want it.”
“You mean this isn’t a sort of ‘gimp’ situation?” I laughed. “I thought a ‘gimp’ was someone completely in the power of a ‘master’.” Touching the hood, I asked, “Isn’t that what this is?”
“Not entirely.” He laughed and kissed me, his hand fondling my manhood. “This isn’t all locked up and secured so you can’t have sexual contact with this gorgeous part, and you can still move around and use your hands — a full on gimp is fully restrained in some way and unable to do anything without his master’s assistance.”
“Then why don’t you use something to make me helpless while you fetch that coffee, love.” I grinned, sensing his interest. “You said you wanted to teach me how to prolong sexual pleasure …”
“Where are the handcuffs you had?” His voice had a slightly gravelly growl that sent a thrill through me.
I told him and felt him stand, then heard him open the wardrobe. When he returned he growled. “On your stomach, Gimp. Hands behind your back.”
I obeyed, and felt him close the wrist cuffs on my wrists.
“Raise your legs and touch your heels to your butt.”
Again I obeyed, and now was surprised to feel the steel cuffs close around my ankles, and now my wrists were attached to my ankles. It was uncomfortable, and exciting in a strange way, and rendered me completely helpless.
Turning me on my side, he grasped my erection. “So you like this, Gimp? I’ll have to lock this part of you away next time. Gimp’s aren’t allowed pleasure unless their master allows it.”
Before I could think of a retort, he was descending the stairs, leaving me on my side, blinded by the hood, and with my wrists attached to my ankles behind me. The cuffs hurt if I moved, so I had no choice but the stay as still as possible. It seemed like forever before I heard him on the stairs …
“Ready for a lesson in cum control, Gimp?” The growl in my ear came from behind, and I’d not heard him go round the bed.
“Yes, sir,” I squeaked in surprise.
“Good. I’m going to free your ankles. You’re to turn on your back, and stretch your arms to to corners of the bed and your feet to the bottom corners.” There was a scrape of metal and suddenly my left ankle, and then my right was free, though the cuffs remained on my wrists.
I rolled onto my back aware that my legs were feeling a little stiff, and extended my arms and legs as he’d directed. He said nothing, but closed the open cuffs on the bed post on each side, so my wrists were now attached to the headboard.
“Keep your legs as they are.” He ordered and I felt him mount the bottom of the bed between my feet. “And now, my lovely gimp, you’re going to learn about having someone play with you, tease you, and enjoy you — and not touch that gorgeous bit of you that’s so keen for attention. And you are forbidden to say anything at all. Total silence! Understood? Reply, Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir!"
His touch on the inside of my thighs sent an electric jolt through me. It was just the lightest of touches, and his fingers trailed up the soft skin of my thighs almost to my crotch, then slowly, agonisingly, trailed back to the starting point. He kept this up for several minutes, then shifted his focus to my perineum, keeping away from my scrotum and my penis itself, but teasing the root, and then gently, my puckers hole. Then it was the turn of my nipples and from there, my stomach, and finally the junction of my thigh with my abdomen. At no time did he touch my stiff cock or my scrotum, just the gentle stroking of his fingers as they trailed up and down the sensitive skin in a most erotic manner.
It was all the more intense because it was done in silence, the loudest sound was my own breathing, as I sucked a breath in response to his touch in some particularly sensitive area, or found a particular touch very arousing. Several times I had to bite my lip, especially when he began to explore my anus. From the touch he was applying lube to me, and I hoped he intended to do more than that …
“What do you want, Gimp? Shall I fuck you?” His voice was low, but I could hear the desire in the gravelly tone.
“Yes, Sir! Please fuck me, Sir.” I responded.
“Then raise your legs.” He lifted my hips as I did, and my pillow was pushed under them. Then he pressed his cock to my opening and I whimpered as he forced himself past the tight muscle. “Remember, Gimp, you are forbidden to cum!”
I bit my lip and tried to focus on anything other than the stimulation my prostate was getting from the thrusting cock in my man hole. More by luck than any control on my part, I managed to resist. He filled me with his cum, and withdrew as his dick softened. Allowing me to lower my legs again, he removed the pillow, and then began to torture me further, with kisses everywhere except where I really wanted to feel those beautiful lips …
Just when I thought I must break the silence and plead for relief he took my whole erection into his mouth and in a few quick movements brought me to a monumental climax.
I felt him leave the bed, then, a few minutes later he was releasing my wrists and moving me into a sitting position on the bed.
“Time for a drink, my love,” he whispered. “I’ll hold it for you.”
I drank the glass of orange juice gratefully, then ate the banana he fed me and the granola bar. My whole body felt as if I’d run a marathon, or swum in a mile race, but the feeling of euphoria, and the way my body seemed to be glowing, was fantastic. It got even better when Colin got back into bed, wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.
“Want the hood off, darling?” He asked softly.
“No, love, just hold me … I feel like I’m in heaven … and I want to hold onto the feeling.” Sucking a deep breath, I snuggled into his body. “Thank you for showing me how to be your lover …”
His kiss was gentle, and I was content to just lay in his arms. I wanted it to always be like this. To be his. To be loved and to give him my love. To give him my body to enjoy.
