The past days were not my best. I’d quarreled with Jody and to some degree been pouty with Katrina. Initially Friday morning I was going to the exercise studio but another thought hit me. Originally I had a function this afternoon from 4:00-8:00 which had been cancelled this morning. So I had the time I needed and after thinking about things a few minutes, I called Alanna and was very specific … did she had some time available to tie me up and ignore me. I told her I’d been in a bad mood lately and my behavior was a concern and disappointment to those who hold me close. She expressed no problem with my request and was delighted to hear from me. I left almost immediately before I changed my mind.
On the 35 minute drive over I thought through things. I knew where this had to go; I knew my dour mood swings had to end.
I got there around 11:20. We sat in the kitchen and talked. I opened one of the two bottles of a Pinot Noir I brought with me. We drank wine, me lots more than she, nibbled at food a little. We talked mostly about my current situation, my behavior and the little triggers that were sending me into orbit. I described my rants of the past few weeks, everything. She seemed to understand. When I really began to feel the effect of the wine, we switched topics to what we’d do during the next few hours.
We went to her bedroom about 12:30. The atmosphere was cozy and warm despite an overcast day that produced rain by the bucket loads. The atmosphere, yes, I needed this. She brought up the CD player and I loaded it with classical CD’s I brought … mostly music from the Baroque period and Renaissance period, Mozart’s Requiem, Beethoven 7th, Bach’s Mass in B Minor, Handel’s Chandos Anthems and Pergolesi’s Vespers. That may sound strange but that’s music I can get lost in and makes me feel like a supplicant or an offering or a sacrifice and speaks to me internally about my transgressions. A sinner needing redemption; yes I’m weird like that but I guess it’s my Catholic upbringing. I make no apologies for that part of my psyche.
While I selected the order in which I wanted the music to play, Alene draped her bureau with a burgundy and beige table runner, lit several tall candles and sticks of incense. The bureau now resembled an altar in a way. She was with me all the way on this, that she’d be my High Priestess and in the end, I’d worship her.
I stripped naked, peed, then returned to the bureau and presented myself to her. She kissed me and said she wanted this to work for me. I whispered that I did as well. She began tying me, hands behind my back, ropes above and below my breasts, rope around my body and arms. Then I lay down on the floor in front of the draped bureau which was transfigured in my mind now clearly as the altar. She roped my ankles, above and below my knees and then my thighs. I need to feel my body, my limbs against each other, the heat of my own body, the coarseness of the ropes. She turned out the lights, gave me more wine through a straw, kissed my lips, my nipples, told me I was beautiful. I shed a few tears. She kissed my eyelids, then wrapped a thin blindfold around me, said it was about 1:00, closed the door and left me.
I lay there… felt the effects of the wine, the music, the incense and the security of the ropes … immediately absorbing the music. I’d started with Pergolesi’s Vespers and OMG I started crying. , I went into a different place. I could hear rain pelting the bedroom windows, rain on the roof, rainwater running through the gutters and feel my own rain in the form of my tears wetting the blindfold. I sensed harmony. I felt the sacrifice.
She returned and sat in the room but didn’t say a word at first. I don’t know how much time passed but Pergolesi is a 2 CD set and it was well into the second CD. She said she loved the music, leaned over me and I could hear her jeans loosening. She told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. She pressed a finger to my tongue which had her pussy scent. She did the same to my forehead, then to each cheekbone. She whispered that will give me something to think about. Her scent alone drove me in dreams; that she marked me with the sign of the cross sent chills down my spine.
She sat for a moment then helped me to my knees; I peed in something she held. She kissed me and said she was going to walk over to her barn for a while, asked if I would be okay for perhaps an hour, maybe longer. I nodded. She gave me more wine then laid me back in front of the bureau. She verbally prepped me, saying I’d be alone, naked, tied, helpless could I handle it, I whispered yes. She left. When I heard the front door shut behind her I felt momentary anxiety but I went through it quickly. I laid there listening to the rain and the music and smelling the incense. I focused on my situation. Sometimes I’d roll from one side to the other. I wanted to cumm but there was no way I could.
I was almost in slumber when I heard the front door shut and figured it was her. A considerable amount of time had passed. She came into the room asked how I was, I said wonderful. She said it was close to 4:30. She’d talked to Katrina and told her things were good. I thanked her.
She untied my legs, removed the blindfold, let me go pee in the commode. When I came back she untied my hands, rubbed my wrists, and then retied them behind me, wrists to elbows. She retied my legs differently; right ankle to right thigh, left ankle to left thigh, exposing my cunt. She rubbed my cunt, told me she thought my desire was building and it was. She got a candle and dripped wax on my breasts and nipples, then on my tummy and around my cunt. She stroked me more but she stopped before I got close to a cumm, blindfolded me again, left the room and shut the door. I lay there like a ball, rolled side to side and finally stopped and absorbed things again. By now it was raining harder and I was glad I was where I was. We were into Mozart’s Requiem.
When she came back and removed the blindfold it was dark outside and the only light in the room was from the four candles on the draped bureau. I asked what time it was and she said about 6:20. I moaned and mentally calculated I’d been tied for over 5 hours. She asked if I was feeling better and I said much better. She propped me up with my back against the bureau, sitting on my butt, and feet on the floor. She ran ropes from my thighs to the legs of the bureau spreading me open, inserted a ball gag in my mouth and left me again. Soon I was drooling and it didn’t take long for drool to coat my breasts, tummy and down to my mons.
At some point she came back, waxed my tits again then blew out a candle and began using the base end to tease me. Between her working my cunt with her hands and the candle I orgasmed twice, the second time leaving me totally satiated. She asked me if I was ready to come out of my bondage which I was, by that time my mind was totally free and refreshed. She untied me. All in all I was tied for more than 6 hours and I loved every minute of it.
She undressed while I peed. We went to her bed. I snuggled between her legs and began working her breasts and pussy with my hands and mouth. I took my time, think I covered every inch of beautiful caramel colored skin with kisses, made it last, repaid her for both my orgasms, then rolled her over on her tummy and nestled my face between her ass cheeks. She rose to all fours and stuck her ass back and I continued until she was shuddering with her third orgasm.
We lay there for a few minutes, trading little kisses and touching. We talked a little bit more. I thanked her for catering to my needs. Finally I showered, dressed and left there just before 8:00.
Right now I’m fine. Streaked with rope marks of course but most will fade in a day or two. A couple won’t. I don’t care. Inside me, though, I feel markedly calmer. I think that’s the main thing.I plan to take it easy the next few days, but will see Katrina next Monday or Tuesday. She sent me a note earlier saying she talked to Alene and was glad I’d used some initiative to heal.
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