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Candlelight
"A Special night" Carl told Vicki over the phone. "You know, special."
"Ahhh, ok Carl, gotcha. Want me dressed the usual way?"
"Of course I do. You know the rules, you wouldn't dare break the rules, right?"
"No sir, not me. It'll be halter top, jeans, too much makeup, my hooker heels..."
"Yep, the 20 buck whore look. See you at 6."
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Carl reached around and unhooked Vicki's bra. He could feel the material lightly brush against his chest as the bra, relieved of its tension, loosened up and slightly lifted away from her breasts.
"Arms forward." Vicki complied, and Carl lifted the shoulder straps and slid the bra over her arms, then let it drop to the floor.
He stopped to admire Vicki's breasts for a moment. Reflexively, she brought her arms down in a V shape, covering her nipples with the upper parts of her arms. She managed a sly, sideways smile, and blushed a little, but quickly stopped smiling when she didn't see him react positively to this girlish signal. He was still all business at this point, she thought, and she didn't want to provoke him into an argument and spoil the mood. She was going to follow his rules to the letter this time.
"Ok, arms up now."
She put her two arms straight up in the air as Carl knelt down in front of her. He unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, then slowly lowered the zipper. "Eyes front" he commanded when he noticed her glancing down at his hands. Vicki's body seemed to be noticably warmer, and he noticed a faint red glow developing all over her belly and breasts that almost matched her blushing face now. His hands, rubbing against the skin of her bare belly, pulling at the button and zipper, were sending her into overdrive. She wanted him, now, right now, but she knew that it was best to stay in the game, to keep playing her role, so that he would continue playing his.
Carl ran his hands up and down her sides for a moment, then pulled her jeans over her hips, letting them slip down her legs and fall down to her feet. She smelled absolutely lovely right now, a mixture of perfume, soap, and that slight aroma of a hungry vagina.
"Step out of your pants, then put your arms at your sides."
He stood up and circled her for a moment, then stopped behind her. Silently, he slipped a blindfold over the top of her head, covering her eyes, and quickly tied it in back. Vicki's heart was pounding now, and she could feel every slight touch, every whisper of air touching her skin as he breath trickled against it.
"Give me your left hand, we're going upstairs, so watch your step."
Vicki expected that they would be going into the bedroom to play, like they always did. This extra element of mystery raised her level of arousal up another notch. Carl led her up the fifteen steps to the third floor bedroom, which they had made into an office several years back. The room was warmer than downstairs, and she felt the carpet on her bare feet when they entered the room, and smelled the scent of burning candles.
"Ok, stop and stand up straight, I'm going to guide you to a spot and lower you down on the futon."
She let Carl prod her into position, then felt him hold her arms as he started to lower her down.
Expecting to feel the dense futon matress, Vicki flinched a little when instead she felt the wooden slats of the futon frame touch her buttocks, then her back as she reclined back.
"That's good, Vick. Just stay right there for a second."
She heard Carl open one of the desk drawers and take something out. Her mind was racing now, wondering just what in hell he was up to tonight.
"Allright, just take it easy now..."
Vicki felt Carl grasp her left wrist and pull it up toward the left corner of the frame, then felt him closing something around it and tightening it; a leather cuff with a buckle? Instinctively, Vicki turned her head to look at what he was doing, but of course saw only blackness inside her blindfold. When he let go of her wrist, she found that the cuff was fastened down to the frame.
He quickly grabbed her right wrist and secured it to the right corner.
Letting out a giggle, Vicki asked "Ok Carl, just what the hell are you doing to me? Is this supposed-"
Carl had stuffed something in Vicki's mouth. It was a rubber ball with a thin leather strap through it. Vicki panicked a little as Carl rather roughly lifted her head and buckled the gag in place.
"MMMPHH MMPHHH!!" was all that she could manage to say now.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much." Vicki stopped bleating into the gag while Carl grabbed her left ankle and strapped it down, then the right one.
"Well, even at this point, this is the kinkiest thing I've ever had done to me," she thought to herself, as speaking out loud was no longer an option. Carl paused for a moment to admire his handiwork, then started the second phase of securing his wife to the futon frame. He closed a set of straps above each of her knees, one around her belly, one just above each elbow, and loosely closed the last one around her neck. Vicki literally couldn't move, and quite exactly fit the description of being totally, completely helpless.
"Oh God, he's got me trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey," she thought to herself.
She was also aroused like she had never been before.
"All he has to do is breathe on me and I'll come", she thought.
Carl lifted the blindfold up so that Vicki could see the room. The entire room was bathed in candlelight, and she could hear the dim sounds of the neighborhood through the room's open window. As if he somehow read her mind, he walked over and shut the window. It was a hot July night, and it was already in the 80's in the upstairs office. Closing the window would make it unbearable.
Unbearable...if only she knew how unbearable it would get...
Carl squatted down next to her and traced his fingertip along her right breast, over the nipple, down, and back up again.
"I want you to think about something, Vick. I want you to think about the position that you've allowed yourself to get into right now..."
He ran his finger down, toward her belly button.
"I've tied you down like this for a reason, and not entirely because I'm horny, though that will play a sigficant role in the festivities. I'm going to teach you something about yourself."
"What the hell is he talking about, I wish he'd just fuck me and put me out of my misery already!", she thought.
He walked over to the desk and took an aluminum cookie sheet out of a drawer. The edges had been cut off, so it was completely flat. He slid the cookie sheet up under her thighs, then a little under her buttocks, so that the entire lovely V of her legs and crotch had aluminum under it. He then took out a twelve-inch long candle that was about an inch in diameter, and squeezed a little KY jelly onto the bottom end and rubbed it around.
"Oh NO, HE CAN'T, HE CAN'T---"
"MMMMFFFFFFHHHH!!!!" she bleated into her gag as Carl inserted the greased end of the candle into her vagina. He pushed it in about 5 or 6 inches.
"Chuckie and Bob from work are going to be down at Curry's tonight, and I'm gonna meet them there at 7...that's in about 20 minutes."
He opened a small plastic bag and began rolling a foam-rubber hearing protector plug into a small cylinder.
"I just need to have a few beers and relax for a little while."
He inserted the plug into her right ear, and she felt it slowly expand as her hearing dropped away in
that ear. "I know you aren't going to object...are you?"
He leaned over to her left ear and whispered "That's a good girl, I didn't think you would. Now, I want you to just relax here, and wait for me to come home. We'll have a little fun then."
Carl began to blow out the candles in the room, until there was one still burning on the desk. Vicki was part angry, part terrified, and part turned on at this point.
"Hm, its a little too dark in here, we need a little more light."
He took the candle from the desk, and began to bring it down toward his wife.
"No, no NONONONO!!!!!!!!" her mind was screaming.
"MMMMFFFF!!!NNNNFFFFNFFFFF!!!!!"
Using the candle from the desk, Carl lit the end of the horizontal candle that was inserted in his wife's vagina.
"Look, don't wiggle around too much, and don't try to force it out. If it falls out of you, it will roll and burn one of your thighs, then the futon, then the whole house. You have to focus, Vick, like you've never focused before. You got about 6 inches sticking out, that should take about...well, I don't know how long it will take to burn down 6 inches, but hopefully I'm home before then. And now, I don't want to be late for Chuckie and Bob."
He pulled the blindfold down over her eyes, and before inserting the other plug into her left ear, whispered "If I were you, I'd try to piss on it. You know, the same way you pissed all over me when you slept with your boss all those times."
"CCRRRRLLL!!!LTTT MMMM XXPLLLL!!! CRRRLLL!!"
Carl gave Vicki's neck a gentle nibble, kissed and sucked one of her nipples, and ran his tongue down her belly and around her belly button.
"Have fun, babe. Think about him when you start to get really hot down there."
Carl left the office and closed the door, then went outside, got in his car, and drove to Curry's to meet his friends.
"Dammit!!" Vicki thought, "He made me piss before we started fooling around tonight, and I'm sweating like a pig right now. How am I going to be able to put this thing out? Oh God, I'm GOING TO DIE IF HE DOESN'T COME BACK AND PUT IT OUT!!!!"
"MMMMMMTTTTRRRRFFFFFFKKKKKRRRRRR!!!!!!!" bleated Vicki, as the first droplet of wax fell onto the cookie sheet.
Just 5 and 7/8 inches more to go....
Carl,
Providence RI
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