SUSPENDED Copyright @1994 Seldon-Rush Partners, Ltd. Ever since I put away the last freshly washed and dried dish from our most recent supper, I have felt a burning need inside of me. I don't know why I should feel this way except maybe that He hasn't hurt me in days. We've made love. We've been close in all of the other ways we know. But He hasn't hurt me - and the need in me has grown steadily until now, standing here alone in my kitchen in front of the sparkling clean and empty sink, I find that my legs and arms are trembling slightly, and my belly quakes with butterflies and tension. What I wouldn't do to be alone with Him now! To be able to tell Him of my need. To be able to see the fire begin to burn in His eyes as He begins to understand and plan His pleasure with me. But the children are there in the living room with Him - watching a video tape of an old favorite movie that Jason and I approve of. "War Games." My little girl doesn't mind it, even enjoys some of the things that happen in the movie. But my son loves it. He loves the games, the computer, the war simulations. A hawk in a home of doves, yet He is my son and I love to see Him enjoying something and being able to discuss it with us afterwards. And we do, you know, discuss the movies, and the books, and the plays we expose our children to. And in discussing these things with our children, we learn about them in ways they could never suspect - things we would never have guessed. But as long as the children are there, my need will continue to burn inside of me like a ember glowing hotly, eating away at me, searing me. I steady myself, with a foolish smile on my face. "Get a grip, Jan," and it's almost enough to wake me. I've been drifting, as usual, while doing the dishes. It takes no thought to wash dishes and because of the way I felt inside, the water in which I did the dishes was a little hotter than usual - enough to make my fingers and palms tingle with the heat each time I dipped them into it. The feeling of heat, the feeling of the pain, sent me drifting off into day dreams about night things - and my body responded by getting hungry in spite of the fine food we had just eaten. "Get a grip", and I moved slowly into the living room to join my family in their appreciation of a >fine art.< >grin< But the steadiness left me the moment I saw my Husband sitting comfortably in His recliner. I took a quick glance at the children, smiling to each in turn as they caught my eye, but then I locked eyes with my Husband for a moment and, I think, He caught the hesitation in my mood. "I wish you had let us help you with the dishes, Janni," He said. I tossed off my usual refrain to that suggestion and went over to His chair, sitting on the floor in front of Him, with my back pressed up back against His chair between His legs. The children took no notice - mommy wasn't someone who always sat on the couch or chairs, she often played with them or sat with them on the floor. As we watched the movie, I found myself taking Jason's shoes off and massaging His feet one at a time almost absently. I knew He liked for me to do that - He spends a lot of time on His feet at work and has often either soaked His feet in the evenings, or sat there massaging them Himself. He noted my efforts in a quiet way, leaning forward slightly to run His fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp the way I like for Him to do. I guess I must have uttered a little groan - and when I opened my eyes, I saw my little girl looking at me and smiling. I could feel the heat of an instant blush prickling my ears as I shook myself back to the moment. "Hm, that feels GOOD, hon. Thank you." Talking to Jason, I was really talking to the children. I was embarrassed that I had unintentionally made myself known to them that way. "For me too, Janni. But don't quit now." I realized I had stopped kneading His feet the moment I'd groaned so I resumed my attentions to Him hoping to shake myself loose of this feeling before too long. I really can't tell you what I did for the next half hour or so. I don't remember doing anything consciously except to now and then squeeze my Husband's feet a bit during the movie. But whatever happened, consciously or unconsciously, He knew that I wasn't comfortable - and why. Twenty minutes before the end of the movie, Jason looked over at the children for a moment ( I couldn't see Him do so as I was still on the floor facing away from Him - but it's something I've seen Him do often before when considering what to do next ) and then reach down and cup my neck in His hands. Slowly, He massaged my shoulders lightly by running His hands along the tops of my shoulders. Once, twice, He passed His fingers lightly across them and my skin tingled with instant goose flesh at their passage. I glanced over at the children and knew that they were still engrossed in the video when I felt Jason's fingers grip my neck and begin to tighten ever so slightly. My heartbeat jumped several beats when He increased the pressure slowly but persistently and when I felt the pressure begin to hamper my breathing - I closed my eyes and lowered my head slightly in His grip. It was enough. It was enough to tell Him exactly what kind of a mood I was in and the pressure disappeared slowly and I felt His hands come to rest on my shoulders. "Janni, we need to get the tax papers together for the weekend. Would you mind going through the monthly files and organizing the bills for me tonight? I can do some of the accounting after work tomorrow if you can give me the numbers to crunch." The children weren't paying any attention to us - the computer was running war simulations and the nuclear bombs were about to strike out bases in Alaska and Nebraska - so I twisted my torso around in my sitting position and looked into His eyes. I didn't think. There was no time to think. But in the manner I had always had when hearing a request from the Man I loved, I said "Sure, hon. Do you want to show me how you want me to organize the files for you?" "I'll be right back," Jason said to the children. I turned and rose to my feet and followed Jason down to the basement where the filing cabinet containing our bills, and papers was. "Don't say a word," He said to me. And I obeyed. All of a sudden, I wished I'd taken a bath earlier, or that I'd worn something different, or that I'd in some way prepared myself for the possibility I had hoped for so avidly. But I hadn't. I stood in the room without moving, without saying anything. "You have a need tonight, don't you, Janni?" I didn't answer Him. I knew I wasn't supposed to. It was a rhetorical question and all He needed to do was look into my eyes to know the truth of His statement. "I'll bet you think that because the children are upstairs watching television that you won't have to undergo any loving tonight. That's a shame, Janni, you couldn't be more wrong. I'm sure we can accommodate your need without disturbing the children." "Spread your feet." He came to me, standing to my side, and He pushed his hand down into the waistband of my jeans forcing his fingers down and over my mons. Without moving aside the material of my panties, He pushed the flat of his finger up on the material forcing it between my labia and I looked into his face as his finger pushed the material against my clitoris. "Does massaging my feet make you this wet, Janni?" I could feel the blush spread across my face again but I said nothing. He withdrew his hand from my pants and lifting his fingers to his nose, he made a show of taking a sniff - making me uncomfortable again - and said "You really do smell hot tonight, Janni. Really hot." He went over to the desk and pulled the office chair out for Himself. Sitting back in it, He told me to slowly take off my shoes and pants - but to leave the panties and blouse on. I did as He asked. Enjoying greatly the feelings running through me and hoping the same kind of hunger was beginning to grow inside of Him. I took my shoes off first - then I slipped off my jeans. I roughly folded the jeans up and placed them on the floor next to me, shoes on top. I stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do with my hands, and waited for Him to tell me what He wanted me to do. "Just hold your hands at your sides and turn slowly for me," He said, and I complied knowing that the sight of me like this always turned Him on. I've seen Him look at art in the same way He looks at me. As though the looking alone satisfies a need in Him. Slowly, I turned a little and stopped, turned a little more and stopped. Again and again I would move, stop and pose for Him. Letting Him see me from every aspect like this made me feel good inside too. I knew from my talks with other women that few men seemed to appreciate their wives as much as Jason appreciated me. For His part, I've often asked Him to do the same for me. I too, enjoyed watching His body standing or sitting, laying or moving this way and that. "Put your ankle and wrist cuffs on, Janni." And though I always preferred for Him to do this to me, I did what I was told. From my most distant memories, I'd always tied myself up in various ways to experience bondage when there was no one in my life to do these things to me. It never failed to turn me on. It never failed to satisfy on some level the cravings inside of me. But the moment I had someone else to bind me, binding myself lost much of its magic. Just Jason's touch on my wrist before adding the leather, or the rope, or the metal cuff could send me into a swoon. And always, the first touch of the material that would hold me made me weak and defenseless. I remembered again the first time that Jason had hesitantly taken one of his neckties and looped it loosely around my wrist. He had hesitated, looking at me deeply to see if this was really what I wanted, and what He saw had shocked Him. The touch of the material had transformed me so completely that I actually LOOKED different to Him. And inside, I felt completely different. The touch of the silk had turned me into a slave inside - and it was a feeling that I relished. I took the leather cuffs out of the drawers of the chest we'd stored in the basement for the purpose of holding our bondage supplies. It was an old, cedar four drawer clothes chest that served our purposes well - and could be >locked< up (again Jason's ingenuity had turned it into a kind of filing cabinet like case that could be effectively locked by a bar slipped through the handles and locked at the top) so the children couldn't get into it. Sitting down on the floor in front of my Husband, I first put the thicker, wider leather cuffs around each ankle, tightening them securely in place. Then with a little more difficulty, I placed the leather cuffs around my wrists and tightened them too. Getting up onto my knees, I turned myself around so that I was kneeling sideways to Jason and I sat back on my ankles and laid my body down over my lap, putting my face sideways on the floor as I crossed my wrists in the small of my back. In this position of submission, I waited. Jason got up out of his chair, going over to the chest of drawers and opening up the bottom drawer. My heart jumped - the bottom drawer held many of the paddles with which Jason had beaten me in the past. My heart was correct, I saw Him withdraw one of the longer, heavier paddles - almost the size of a cricket bat - and when He slid the drawer closed and came walking over to me, I felt the first real tinges of fear deep inside of me. Jason walked around behind me where I couldn't see Him. "Don't move." That was all He said. And I didn't. I waited and I waited. I could feel Him watching me, but I heard nothing but the loudness of my own heartbeat and the susurration of my own breathing. When I felt the first rustle of his clothing, I almost physically braced myself against the expected impact - but the impact didn't come. From the sounds I heard, I thought Jason might have gotten down to the floor behind me, but I couldn't tell. When I felt the touch of His hand smoothing the material of my panties over the mounds of my buttocks, I moaned out loud with the sensation that his touch brought me. In a circular motion, he moved his hands over both hemispheres of my bottom, giving me pleasure and warming my body. When He slipped his hands under me to feel my pussy - I felt myself actually oozing fluids into my panties. "Pick your bottom up for me." Without moving my knees, or my face, I straightened my legs raised my bottom up into the air and exposing my rump for Jason's pleasure, and the touch of the paddle. Again the rustling of clothes, but this time the rustling obviously moved away from me. "You will stay there until I return", He said and He walked past me out the door and up the stairs to the first floor. AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!! I had been ready for anything. I had dreaded anything. I had wanted everything. And He had simply LEFT ME HERE!!! I obeyed Him though. I stayed exactly as He had left me. Not because I was afraid of what He might do or think if He returned to find me in another position - but because I loved Him and wanted to do anything He told me to do as part of my fantasy and lovestyle. I help my position, feeling the chill on my labia as the wet material of my panties cooled and dried in the air of our basement. Wanting very badly to touch myself there, I fought the need with every fiber of my being. I am not allowed to touch myself EVER without His permission and I had not broken that rule for quite a while now. I was learning discipline at His hands, and I was beginning to appreciate the joy that such deprivation could bring me. When He returned about fifteen minutes later, He picked up the paddle quickly and walked over to me without preamble. "Cross your ankles, Janni, and spread your knees as far as you can. Good. Now put your arms through between your thighs and grip your ankles." When I got my hands close to my ankles, He snapped the rings of my wrist cuffs together to my ankle cuffs locking me into this butt upright exposed position. When He stood back up, I knew my waiting was coming to an end. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?", He asked. For just a moment, I hesitated thinking that I really SHOULD have gone first and so, in spite of my desire to be here doing this, I said "Yes" meekly. "Tough shit!" He retorted abruptly and at that moment I heard the loud swish of the paddle just a split second before I felt the power of the impact on my bottom. "Ahhh!" Unintentionally, I found myself rolling over onto my side with the pain of the impact. Unbelievable pain seared through me as the wood struck and it was all I could do not to scream out loud. I could never have expected this! With the children awake and only a floor away I surely didn't expect my Husband to hit me so hard and so painfully. I found myself whimpering instantly over the pain and discomfort but the moment passed quickly. "Stay right there, little my pain cushion. I'll take care of the children and be back in a little while. Tonight, Jan, I'm going to give you >exactly< what you want." And off He went. ô Time passes slowly when I'm bound and throbbing from a õ paddle strike..... But I love the feeling of it all.... When He returned and hour or more later, He found me still lying on my side on the carpeted floor. I had, after a fashion, napped lightly going in and out of a sleep reality dream sequence in which I was beaten repeatedly by Him who had captured me. Jason unsnapped my wrists from ankles and helped me to slowly stand up. I was a little cramped up because of my tightly bound position for so long, but my muscles responded correctly to all of the orders my brain sent, and I found myself standing before my Husband, hands at my sides, as He began to unbutton my blouse. The lethargy of my rest began to leave me quickly. And now that I was standing, the muscles of my buttocks echoed mildly with the throbbing pain they'd known only recently. I was still wet down under. Even in my napping, I had continued to flow with the juices of excitement that my bonds engendered. Slipping my blouse off my shoulders, Jason undressed me slowly like a loving parent taking care of a pre-school child. And I, with my head bowed forward, allowed my body to be bared at His whim. He unfastened my bra and as He pushed the straps over my shoulders, I shrugged the garment off for Him and saw Him place it on the pile of clothes on the floor next to us. The panties He left on me. He has told me before that in many ways He found me as erotically attractive with clothes as without and sometimes He would ask me to keep various articles of clothing on even as we made soft love in bed. I knew this kind of teasing to be very effective on Him and so I catered to it at every opportunity. He moved to the center of the room where the pulleys and ropes of our suspension devices were centered. Crooking a finger in my direction, he motioned me over with his digit and when I came to His side, He positioned me under the pulleys in the way He liked best. "Sit." The command told me how I would be suspended - basically. If I were to be suspended upright, He would simply have lowered the ropes and snaps and affixed them to my wrists. Having to sit under the pulleys meant that He would suspend me in an inverted position, raising my feet off the floor first and raising my body upward that way. When He pulled the ropes down through the side-placed pulleys above us, I knew that I wouldn't be held simply straight up. He affixed the snaps onto the rings of my leather ankle cuffs and I knew I would be suspended with my legs spread. The paddle had not been put away, so my body began to tremble with the real fear of the pain that was to come. Moving behind me, He snapped my wrist cuffs together and told me to lay down. I did so, reclining back onto my cuffed wrists, arching my back to accommodate them. My legs splayed out in front of me, I watched Jason pick up the remote control for the pulley motors and I heard the whirr of the motors begin as the ropes began to inch their way back up toward the ceiling, through the eyes of the pulleys, and to the sides of the room where the winch motor was located. I smiled inwardly as I remembered the way Jason and my son had come down here in the beginning to put the pulley system in together. And later, when Jason and my oldest boy used the winch to raise our son's go cart up off the floor in order to work on its underside "like the real garages do", I had been impressed by my Husband's ability to cover our activities with plausible explanations. I felt the tug on my ankles as the ropes took up the slack and my feet began to rise toward the ceiling. When my legs were up high enough to begin lifting my bottom from the floor, Jason stepped in behind me and lifted my torso upward as my legs rose. I could feel the extra pull on my groin and crotch as my legs went higher and were split by the separating pulleys, exposing me and forcing my body to uncover its secrets. Jason let my shoulders go gently as my body rose high enough and I felt myself dangling at the ends of the ropes still rising from the floor. When I was high enough, Jason stopped the motors and I hung there waiting for his next pleasure. Taking the bolts from a box on the desk, Jason began to screw the big eye-bolts into holes He had made in the flooring earlier. This the one thing we could leave in the floor all of the time, the bolts had to be removed after every session because they were a hazard and because we hadn't been able to come up with an explanation for their presence to the children. It took Him only a few moments to place them into the floor and when He was done, He unfastened my wrists and attached specially made elastic bands from each wrist to each of the floor bolts. Then, using the winch once more, He raised my legs even higher so that any slack in the elastic bands would be taken up and I would actually be stretched in all four directions at once in a giant human X shape. If I pulled with all of my strength, I could pull on my wrists for only an inch or two, that's how tight the bands were. Yet, the pull was not overly painful to my joints and my legs were in superb shape and my weight and the added pull of the bands didn't bother them at all. With my body stretched out before Him, Jason began to consider His next move. I knew that most of this was an act - I think He always knew exactly what He wanted to do before He started. It was a trait I had seen in Him in many aspects of our life. He planned things out in advance, then could adapt as the situation changed. But He never started anything He didn't know how He was going to proceed. So I waited and looked at Him from my strange vantage point, slightly twisting in my bonds in order to alleviate some of my inner tension - and in some way excite some of that same tension in Him. He enjoyed watching my body flex this way and that - that's what He always told me - and I liked doing anything that made Him feel good. Kneeling down in front of my torso, Jason put his arms around my upper body and pulled me to Himself as He covered my breasts with kisses and light bites. He needn't have bothered, I was already as ready as my body could be but the love bites on my tender flesh sent shivers of pleasure through me. Concentrating for a little while on my nipples, Jason first pulled at them with his lips - sucking each in turn for a few seconds to make them as tall as possible - then He bit down on them, with some pressure, that made me cry out slightly with the desired pain. Twice, He bit each of my nipples with enough force to make me cry out and I realized as I did so that He was gaging the pressure of his bite and its effect by my reaction. If I had been able to keep my silence, the strength of his bite would be greater. And I was ashamed to admit to myself that I wouldn't find myself holding back my reactions to get more pain. At least not yet. >grin< Rising to his feet, Jason rubbed his hand across my belly in a circular motion that He knew I loved so much. A relaxing, warming sensation, his touch eased the memory of the pain on my nipples though they still tingled with the memory of his teeth pinching them tightly. He raised both of his hands to my legs then rubbing the outside, front and back of them up and down from mid-calf to hip and back. I think He savored the feel of my skin and it was as pleasant for Him as it was for me. I loved the way his hands would warm the skin they touched and move on. It was a feeling so reassuring I couldn't imagine ever living without it again. When his hands moved to the inside of my legs and slowly worked their way up and down (going slightly lower each time the moved downward) I felt the teasing beginning to drive me over the edge. Without even having Him touch my pussy, I was feeling myself climbing to the plateau of sexual tension that would inevitably result in orgasm. Up and up I went as his hands went down and down on me. When He finally did put one of his hands flat across my panty covered lips, I arched my back and strained every muscle in my legs clenching myself up against his hand trying to increase the pressure of his touch. His chuckle at my frustration brought a smile to my face too, but I didn't speak. I hadn't been given permission to do so and I wouldn't do so until told I could. "Ok, my little cheating slut, (ever since Harry had had me, Jason had used that word in our love making to goad me on), you asked for it." And with that, He picked up the heavy paddle once more and walked around to my left side. Standing with his feet straddling the elastic band holding my left arm stretched to the floor behind Him, Jason put the paddle gently against my bottom gauging the distance and angles involved, then He pulled back and was (I thought) about to take a swing at me when He abruptly stopped and said "Oh, sorry, forgot something." Then He showed me the gag and told me to open my mouth and spoke again. "Wouldn't want the children to hear, now, would we?" He even had a smile on His face - something that now I found frightening from the Man I once thought too gentle to slap me across the face let alone beat me with a wooden paddle! The soft rubber ball filled my mouth and effectively stopped me from voicing any protests, or sounds of pain. It didn't take Him long, He had grown expert in applying this device to my body, and He was up and standing ready again when I took my last free and easy breath and turned my head away from Him so that I wouldn't have to see the first impact coming. I jerked involuntarily when He again touched me gently with the cool wood of the paddle, and when the touch stopped, I braced myself for the imminent pain. THWACK! The pain was not as great as it had been the first time He had struck me tonight. Or is it that I was much more prepared for the Pain and in much greater excitation? Though the impact on my bottom actually pushed me forward in my bonds with its force, the pain of the first hit was surprisingly easy to assimilate. I was marvelling at the apparent discrepancy in what I expected and what I received when the second impact flamed my behind. A third, and a fourth came rapidly in succession and washed away all thoughts of how easy I seemed to be getting off. The pain filled me. Washed over and through me. Made me clench every muscle in my body in the hopes of unfocusing my attention from my bottom where all of the hurt was centered. He hit me ten times. Ten times as inexorable as any punishment I had ever felt. Not nine times, not eleven times. Though I hadn't counted the swings, I could immediately recall and describe each and every one of them. Ten swats of a heavy wooden paddle that had shocked and hurt me - and had sent me right into the first of my night's orgasms with four swats to spare. How shameful I felt! Again, pain had given me physical, sexual release in ways I could never explain. And no matter how painful, every stroke that came after the beginning of my orgasm brought pure pleasure to me. Unbelievable that pain could so be transmuted into pleasure, but it was happening to me again and again at my Husband's touch. My eyes clenched tightly shut, I never heard my Husband move until I felt his hand on my sex. Slipping his fingers under the material of my panties, I felt Him touch my clitoris holding his finger there, waiting. I felt another reflexive spasm of pleasure hurtle through me and I knew that he now knew what I knew. His finger could sense the pulsations of my orgasm as clearly as though I were telling Him of my pleasure. "Very nice, Janni, very nice." Walking back to the dresser, I could hear Jason putting the paddle back in the bottom drawer, and heard Him rummaging around looking for something. When He returned to me, He stood in front of me and I saw the short leather thonged whip He had fashioned for me out of leather shoe laces and I quivered with the memory of the feel of that instrument against my skin. Each thong, thin and cut out of leather hide, was square cut so that each thong had four edges with which to bite into my skin. Of all of the whips that Jason and I had found, bought, or made - this one was the only one that stung and left marks each time we used it. Lightly, or forcefully, the edges always seemed to redden the skin and if used too forcefully, could cut the skin. I watched Him as He drew the thongs through His left hand, and I wondered at where He would touch me with his new toy. I didn't have too long to wonder. With my sopping panties my only cover and defense, I saw Him raise the whip and bring it gently down between my legs onto my sex. There was not enough strength in my arms or legs to fight against the pull of the elastic bands and gravity and all I could do was flex my thigh muscles and twist my wrists and ankles in their restraints as I felt the leather trace across me. No pain, just the touch. The next time He brought the whip down on my sex He wasn't as gentle and I felt one of the thongs bite into the soft area between my labia and my leg. Still, the force was mild and I felt the surge of sexual tension at my expectations of what I expected to follow. When the whip went up for the third time, I braced myself inwardly - Jason never warmed up more than twice - and it wasn't as much of a shock when the whip landed on my body trailing strands of fire across my labia. "Do you like that, Jan? I'm glad, because I have a real need to take those panties off of you with this......" I couldn't believe my ears. For a moment, I think I actually believed that he was going to tear the panties off my my bottom with a whip! But rational thought took over and I knew that no matter how bad it would get, Jason was not the kind of man to cut me up with a leather whip. The fourth lash of the whip changed my mind! God it hurt!! "Let's say ten lashes, my little slut, what do you say?" One, two, three, four, etc. One after another, with equal force to the last, each of the thongs bit into me on every strike and when three times, the thongs chanced to find their way through my spread lips and directly onto my clitoris, I came violently and forcefully with my own release! I felt the fluid of my lust trickling out of me and back over my little hole. I knew that if it hadn't been for the panties, my cum would now by flowing down my back in a rivulets snaking their tickling way down my body. Again the magic number ten must have come up because I heard the silence settle when the whip stopped flying through the air. Again, Jason slipped his fingers into my now sodden panties and felt the evidence of my pleasure even as the last gasps of my last orgasm throbbed through my clit. I felt the tug on my gag before I realized He had moved around behind me. I admit it, I was in a daze. The relief of the orgasms that had gone through me was complete and my eyes closed more than they opened as I savored the feelings moving through me. He unfastened the gag from behind my head, then carefully helped me to remove the rubber ball from my mouth. I gingerly worked my jaw enough to restore its natural range of motion again, then I croaked out "I love you, Jason, thank you my darling." "What? You think I'm finished?" The tone in his voice was absolutely straight and I couldn't know whether He was serious or not but to me, and to my body, either option was enjoyable and I would go with whatever He chose to do. Bringing the office chair around to me, He sat down in front of me and took the remote to activate the winch again. This time lowering me, I saw his intention even before He voiced it to me. Lowering my body enough to put my face in line with the chair, He unfastened his pants and took them off, baring Himself from the waist down. Then pushing his bottom out to the edge of the chair, He pushed his upturned penis out and into my mouth where I hungrily took Him in and begin to do everything I could manage to give him pleasure. From my angle, I ran my tongue along the bottom of his penis and around and over his glans. Without being able to use my hands, I had to depend on Him to hold Himself in my mouth and to move Himself when it suited Him. I took him in as deeply as I could, and I worked my lips and tongue against Him in every way I had ever learned. With my eyes looking only at his scrotum and bottom, I didn't know it when he again picked up the little thonged whip but I found out about it abruptly when He once again brought it down against my sex from his sitting position. My small bite on his penis when I reacted to the pain of the thongs told Him something He should have guessed before - never surprise a woman that way when you've got your penis between her teeth! I can smile about it now, but I was terrified for a moment when I reacted to the pain and then reacted to the realization that in clamping my teeth together I could really have hurt my Husband. I must not have hurt Him, though, because I felt another impact on my flesh without pause. Then another and another. I felt myself working hard to concentrate on HIS pleasure while He was giving so much of MY pleasure. In my attentions to him, I sucked harder and harder on his cock trying to make Him give up some of his life fluid to me. I found myself hungering for the slightly salty, slightly sour taste of Him and I worked diligently to be given my reward. The whip on my pussy continued throughout my oral sex on Him and more than once I felt close to cumming again, but each time I thought the next stroke would put me over the edge, the stroke didn't come. Thinking about it all now, I can't imagine that Jason could read my body so well that He knew when to strike and not to strike, but whether through his remarkable perceptions, or plain serendipity - my orgasms were thwarted and I felt myself building up again to higher and higher levels of want. And this time, the want was not assuaged. I had felt my last orgasm for the night, but I didn't know it then. I felt my Husband's muscles tense and for a moment I was gagged by his thrusting forward into my mouth but I help my own and continued to suck on Him as I felt the first drops of sperm spurt spasmodically into my mouth. Holding Him with the only thing I could, my mouth, I clenched my lips around the circumference of Him and pulled on Him, sucking, emptying, swallowing his essence and making myself the receptacle of his manhood for now and forever. Through the moments that I felt Him cumming into my mouth, I also heard his sighs and grunts of relief. It has always been these animal sounds that I have loved the most about my quiet, reserved and proper Husband. >grin< "Again, Janni, very nice. Very nice. I hope this evening has been as good for you as it has been for me - I'm going to go take a shower now. Why don't you just hang loose for a while (smile) and I'll be back for you later." I could hear Him lock the door leading downstairs when He closed it behind him and left me hanging there in the darkness. I suppose that there is some logic in turning out the lights on a woman who is suspended - it's not like she's going to bump into anything - right? So I hung there. For an unknown length of time I hung from the ceiling savoring all that had happened to me so far and dreaming of what might still be in store. Though I knew that the next day was a work day, my Husband never ceased to surprise me and I couldn't help but think that I was still not through for the evening. Copyright @1994 Seldon-Rush Partners, Ltd. Presented for your enjoyment With permission from my Husband who loves me And my Master, Harry Seldon, who has dominion over my body And my Master, Bill Majors, who possesses my heart and soul.