The Spider and the Fly
Spider and Fly
She was going to be out for a few hours. In a way this was good. He liked having her around, was I love and dedicated to her but, since their sex life had gone into a slump almost three years ago personal relief was in his own hands so to speak. He’d slid into self bondage over the years.
He had been interested in it for a long time but she hadn’t responded to his hints and before they ever did anything their sex life had begun to slide downhill. Three years later, and though they talked about their sex problems often, things hadn’t noticeably improved.
He had many different levels to his bondage games but if he had enough time and the situation was right he liked to tie himself spread eagle to their bed and play his game from there. He played it cool as she left. I love you. See you later. Have a good time, but even after she drove off he waited a few minutes just to make sure she hadn’t forgotten something or wasn’t going to call with some reminder for him.
As soon as he was sure he leaped into action. Going to the bedroom he stripped off his clothes and threw them on the chair in the corner. It was a hot day so there was no chance of a chill and with the windows open there was even a slight warm breeze blowing through the room. A perfect day to be naked he thought.
He went to the bottom drawer of the dresser and from under old clothes pulled out the nylon draw string bag of goodies he kept hidden there. He called it his sex bag. He didn’t know if she knew about it and, at this point didn’t really care. In a way he hoped she would discover it and ask him about it. Maybe that would lead to a sexual encounter.
He dumped it out on the bed. Lots of the things in there he wouldn’t need. He knew just what he was going to do for this afternoons game. He grabbed what he would need and put the rest back in the bag. Today it would be chains and metal, except for the cuffs. He had picked out one of his kinkier cock rings, one with two heavy rings that would separate and stretch his balls. He liked the solidness and the way metal didn’t give and with a lock in place it felt so permanent. He wondered if she knew he sometimes went around wearing a cock ring? Probably not. He put the rings around his balls. They were tight and he had to be careful not to pinch himself. When the rings were in place and his balls were standing out prominently he found the small but strong lock and clicked it in place then set the key on the bedside table. From the other things laying there he picked up a tight, sheer thong that he had worn for sex before. When combined with his cock ring it made his balls and penis tight and defined.
He took another quick look out the window just to make sure there were no unexpected cars coming up the drive-there weren’t-and then he pulled all the blankets off the bed. He left the sheet waded up on a corner of the mattress. He had some prep work to do first. Long ago he had bought two pairs of lockable leather cuffs that had a rings on them for bondage games. He picked these up and put them on his wrists and ankles. He had done this many times before so it came together quickly.
He had a large clip and from it hung six small, light chains each about a foot long. He unclipped four of these. There were numerous smaller clips that he used for various games and he took four of these now, wrapped one chain around each bedpost and clipped the ends together. Those clips would also clip to the cuffs to hold his legs and arms stretched out.
The first ankle was easy but he had to stretch his legs wide to get to get his other ankle clipped. This was on purpose. He liked the idea of being stretched tight. The end result of all this wasn’t just to cum but the game itself. He clipped the second leg in place then shifted his body higher to make his legs tight against the chains.
Doing his hands was a little different. He took off his left cuff, closed its buckle to its loosest setting and clipped it to the bedpost chain. Using both hands he clipped his other wrist to the other bedpost. Next he took his free hand and carefully stuck it through the loose cuff hanging from the bedpost. This cuff was the key and putting his wrist through it always made him a bit nervous. It was just loose enough so that he could twist his wrist back out but it was a little difficult and he always wondered what he would do if he couldn’t get it out. He had practiced many times and knew that if he just went slowly and didn’t pull to hard or panic it would come out.
Stretched now to the four corners of the bed was far as he could go. It was kinky but not quite real. He wasn’t really chained, wasn’t really helpless. The fantasy was to be at the mercy of what ever or who ever he could conjure up in his mind but without a partner it could never be real.
He lay there for a moment savoring the feeling. He liked being this way particularly on a warm afternoon. He was feeling extra horny today and he knew he had hours home by himself and so decided to take the game up a notch. Sometimes he liked to get into a little sensory deprivation to help him feel that someone else was in control of his situation. Everything he needed was close by.
He twisted his left hand loose and then unclipped his other hand. With his legs still secured he sat up and pulled from his sex bag the things he would need. He had a small plastic bag that contained some noise dampening foam ear plugs. He had a good headset that would fit tight around his ears and he had a high quality leather mask to cover his eyes. It fit so well that when it was in place no light could get through. When wearing it he was blind to the world around him.
His ipod was on the bedside table. He brought it close and cued up a good music mix. He rolled the foam earplugs between his fingers and when they were small stuck them deep inside his ears. They slowly expanded and soon cut out about 70% of the ambient sound. He put the mask over his eyes and pulled the strap tight and then, taking one last listen for any unwanted sounds he put the headphones on. He had to clip his right hand in place without being able to see but he had done this before and it was quickly secured to the bedpost.
He reached for his ipod and then paused for a moment. This was the moment of truth. Already outside sounds were but the merest whisper but once he hit the play button the outside world would be gone. He wouldn’t even know if something happened right next to him. He sat still for a minute, everything seemed perfect. He hit play and entered another world. The only sound he could hear was the music in his head and the only things he could see were those he conjured up in his imagination.
He calmed himself for a moment and then reached out with his left hand and let it slide carefully into the cuff. He wished it was real but knew he could never achieve that. This was all just pretend. He lay there for a few minutes and it wasn’t hard for him to conjure up a scenario where someone had done this to him and was watching him and was going to do things to him or make him do things to himself. He lay perfectly still, and thought himself into his fantasy world. He knew what thoughts would turn him on and it wasn’t long before he was hard and his penis and balls were strained against the tight thong.
The thong was held on by two clips so that it could be removed completely even with his legs tied and spread. After a few minutes he carefully twisted his left hand loose and with Tina Turner wailing away in his head reached down, released the clips and pulled the thong away. His balls, heavy with the weight of their metal confinement dropped down between his spread legs which made his penis point straight to the sky.
In his head was a fantasy of someone making him do this for their own amusement. He had no choice, no control. There was a jar of Vaseline next to this thigh and he fumbled for it, trying to get it open and begin what he thought would be a slow and sensuous session of masturbation while lost in a his own thoughts and completely isolated from the rest of the world.
She got all the way to town before she realized she didn’t have her purse. It was only a ten minute drive so she turned around. It was a hot day but she was feeling good and knew she would have plenty of time to get all her chores done. She came in the front door but her purse wasn’t on the table or in the living room or the kitchen so she headed upstairs. The bedroom door was closed and she thought he must be taking a nap so she went in softly. In her wildest dreams she had never imagined anything close to what she was seeing now.
Her husband lay spread eagle and almost naked on their bed. He was wearing only a tiny black thong that was straining to hold his stiff penis and protruding balls. She could actually see his penis throbbing. He wore leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles that were fastened by chains to the four corners of their bed. A heavy leather mask covered his eyes and he had headphones over his ears.
She thought her entrance would make him jump up or do something but he just lay there, stretched out, breathing hard with his penis twitching beneath the thong. It was such a shock that she just stood watching, not knowing what to do. She wondered why he didn’t say something or try to get up, why he just lay there. Then it dawned on her. He didn’t know she was here. The headphones were plugged into his ipod which lay next to him and the music or whatever he was listening to must be loud enough so that he didn’t hear her come in. The leather mask certainly looked capable of cutting out all sight.
She stood still, taking it all in, confused and not sure what to do. If she left right now he would never even know she had been there, but, somehow she couldn’t turn away. It was an amazing scene. She had stumbled onto an incredibly private moment and was thinking she might want to see how it played out.
Just then his left hand slipped out of that cuff and he began to fiddle with some clips on the thong which quickly fell away. His penis leaped out and stood straight up like a flag pole. His balls looked like they were going to explode. He began to grope for a jar of Vaseline that was laying next to his thigh.
She watched as he tried to get the Vaseline open with one hand but he was having a little trouble. An unexpected thought flitted through her mind, ‘You should have thought of that.’ She even smiled a little at herself for thinking it. Though confused about what to do she realized she had time to decide. It was obvious he was going to masturbate and until he did he probably wouldn’t turn down music (or whatever he was listening to) and until he did that he wouldn’t know she was there so if she just sat down quietly…
It was a course in advanced masturbation. He did himself in ways she had never done him. Everything was very slow. He used a lot of Vaseline so everything was very shiny and slippery but he didn’t just smear it on. Using just one finger and taking his time he painted it all over his penis and balls. Only when everything was liberally covered did he begin to play with himself in earnest. Just barely touching himself, barely make contact, he slid one finger on the front and his thumb on the backside up and down his shaft which reacted as something alive, twitching and jumping. Sometimes his breathing would get heavy and he would make little noises and then he would stop touching himself until he calmed down. He rubbed himself in many different ways but always lightly and slowly. He was a little rougher on his balls, squeezing and rubbing and pulling on them.
She had seen him in a cock ring before but never this cock ring. To be honest she had never really looked it what he was wearing but just worked around it under the covers. She knew he liked wearing one sometimes but she was indifferent. This though was something else. She stood up and being very careful not to bump the bed or make a sound she looked closely at it. It was a series of rings and each of his balls had its own. It made the balls tight and separate and stretch apart and the weight of it all hanging down between his spread legs forced his penis to stand straight up. And it was locked. There was a little lock on it and without the key she could see that it would never come off. She looked around and saw a small key on the bedside table.
Standing and looking down at him was a truly amazing sight. This was her man seen as she had never seen him before. She realized she was seeing into a part of his mind that had never been open to her before and it was bizarre and fascinating at the same time. He began to groan and breath heavily, thrusting his hips a little and trying to move his legs. She thought he was going to explode but he suddenly stopped, raised his hand and twisted it back into the cuff and than just lay there, breathing heavily while his penis twitched. He was trying not to cum. It was a close thing but he managed to control himself and when his body had relaxed he twisted his hand loose and began to do it all over again.
As she watched it occurred to her that this wasn’t real. Secure is it all looked he had to leave himself an out. She looked closely at the chains and cuffs and clips and realized that that last cuff was just one notch looser than the others. All of this came down to one notch in a leather cuff. One notch would make it real. That thought excited her. She found that she was breathing more heavily.
He began groaning more loudly and thrusting and gritting his teeth and she thought this was it, that he wouldn’t pull himself back this time but once again he stopped stroking himself. He seemed to have to fight with himself to pull his hand away but he did and once again found the cuff and put his hand through it. He kept thrusting his hips and pulled and squirmed against the chains as though he couldn’t get away, heavily in the throes of his fantasy.
If she was going to do anything with this situation, and that possibility was starting to tickle her thoughts, she was going to have to do it right now before he settled down. As soon as he stopped fighting the chain she very slowly and carefully reached out to the cuff and trying not to pull or in anyway make him feel what she was doing gently worked the clasp on the buckle to the next notch then slowly lifted her hands away. She stood back to see what would happen. He gave no sign that he had felt anything but continued to lay there willing himself to not cum. Once again he brought himself under control and then lay there a long time savoring his position. She was pretty sure that had he been allowed to continue the next time would have put an end to it.
He began to slowly twist his wrist trying to find that perfect position that would let his hand come loose but within a few seconds he knew he was in trouble. She saw his whole body tense up. He tried again, twisting his wrist back and forth slowly and then began to pull hard and thrash a little but he had set this up well and stretched out as he was could barely move. The cuffs, the chains, the clips and all his careful preparation came together perfectly. There was no escape. He was trapped. Without her help he would not be able to get free.
She backed up a little and felt the chair with the back or her legs. She sank into it and then just sat and watched. He was so completely helpless and vulnerable. She thought that is was almost as though he had gone from being a man to being a baby. In just that one second he had become totally dependent on her. Something about this pleased her. She liked his uncertainty, his fear. It made her feel powerful.
He was breathing heavily and she thought ‘that’s how he breaths after sex.’ She looking at his sagging penis and exploding balls all shiny with Vaseline but didn’t touch him or make a sound. She hadn’t decided what she was going to do beyond this point but, considering the situation, didn’t feel there was any hurry.
He lay perfectly still for a long time. In the quiet room she began to hear a slight tinny sound from his earphones. For her to hear that meant it must be was very loud for him, easily blocking out any outside sounds. What must be going through his mind? Blind and deaf to the world, bound securely and completely in such a totally vulnerable position and so alone in his fantasy world gone wrong. The music alone would have been enough to make rational thinking difficult. When combined with the panic and desperation he must be feeling she knew he had to be wrestling with issues he had never faced before.
He twisted his left hand slowly and gently in the cuff but he knew there was no hope there. She too was wrestling with conflicting feelings. A part of her wanted to reach out and touch him, to give him just enough information to let him know he was not alone. Another part of her said no, that this bizarre scene before her was what he really wanted. He had never gone this far before but to do all this, the metal on his balls, the cuffs on his wrists, the careful attention to making it all perfect-to take that last and final step had to be the real fantasy. This had to be his dream, the ultimate loss of control, and even if they ever got here again it would never be like this. If their future included scenes like this it would always be a creation of the two of them, he would always know she was there. This was his fantasy in its purest form. He had dreamed it and created it and was now living it.
She could step in at any time but that would change the course of whatever thoughts he was having. They might talk about this someday and she thought it would be a much more interesting conversation if she gave him time alone right now to deal with the situation in any way he could. Also, sitting there and watching him on display and helpless was turning her on. She decided to take a shower.
She took a long shower and when done put on some loose and comfortable clothes. She knew they were going to be on the bed for awhile. He was just where she had left him. His breathing was slow and steady. He could almost have been asleep but she didn’t think he was. He seemed at peace and resigned to his situation but of course there was no other choice. She stood over him for a minute just looking. She had a loose plan for the next hour or so but first she just wanted to see him like this a little longer, to savor this moment before she joined his fantasy.
After a minute and being careful not to bump the bed she reached out to him and very slowly drew a line down his chest with just one finger. He leaped to life giving a quick pull against his restraints.
“Who’s’ there? Jill, is it you?” There was panic in his voice. She could have reassured him that, yes, it was her, but that wasn’t part of her fantasy. It seemed to her that a big part of this game was uncertainty. Why else the mask and earphones and cuffs if he didn’t get off on the mystery? She had made the game real for him and wasn’t that what he really wanted?
She sat back down on the chair and just watched. She wanted to see how he would deal with this changed situation. She could see he was trying to calm himself, trying to understand what was happening but there was nothing for him to grab on to. He couldn’t move or see and his head was filled with too loud music.
“Oh god,” he moaned. “Listen, can you turn down the music so I can hear? I can explain. Are you there? Jill?” He was pleading a little and still on the edge of panic. She ignored him. She was thinking about some of the things she had talked about with her women friends, the differences between men and women. Here he was, all stretched out, his whole body centered around his cock and balls. A women caught like this would know nothing but panic and fear but he had wanted this. Something about this situation was desirable and exciting to him. With her touch everything had changed but she guessed that the fantasy he had imagined had always included her or someone in this position, taking charge, pulling all the strings.
“Are you there?” he said. “Hello.” She ignored his pleas. Putting him at ease was not part of her plan.
His penis had long ago gone soft and shrunk up as it did when he went swimming but his balls, trapped in locked metal rings were big and round and protruding. She had never seen them like this, so pronounced and hard. They glistened with Vaseline. She reached out and ran one finger in small circles over and around them. They were so tight and smooth and slippery. As though she had thrown a switch his penis began to thicken and grow. He began to groan and move his hips a little. Something about this bothered her. She didn’t want him to move. Without thinking she squeezed them just a little too hard and heard him catch his breath and tense a little. She was feeling his balls but also her power. She liked the feeling.
“What are you doing?” he said. “Jill, this is too weird. We should talk.” He might think he wanted to talk but his body betrayed him. Earlier he had spent a lot of time with just the front of the tip of his penis so now she began to do tiny circles there with her finger. She touched him so lightly she was surprised he could feel it but he obviously could and quickly began to twitch and groan. The situation was strange and out of his control and yet within just seconds of attention he was hard and sexually primed.
“Guys are so weird,” she thought. She stopped touching him.
“Could you please say something? I’m really confused. At least turn off the music so I can hear.” She said nothing but sitting down on the bed she rested her hand on his thigh and began to move it up and down his leg very slowly. She would get close to his balls and then move off. He squirmed against his bonds, not to escape but more because he couldn’t help it. She moved to his other thigh and did the same thing. She stopped for a minute and then making a tight circle with her thumb and forefinger put it around the very tip of his penis and very very slowly slid it all the way down the shaft. He squirmed and tried to thrust into it. When he did she stopped and only started again when he held still. She was amazed at the effect she could have on him by making these almost imperceptible movements. Until just now she had never really understood how sensitive and connected his penis was to his whole being. Even as she moved it swelled more beneath her hand, not longer but harder and thicker. She did the same thing again almost not moving at all and saw that he was holding his breath and his whole body was tense.
She found herself breathing heavily and realized she was getting wet. She climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. She felt a little weak in the knees. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw beads of sweat on her forehead. She ran the water and splashed some on her face. She put her hand between her legs and just pushed against her mound. It had been a long time since she’d felt like this. She was incredibly turned on. She thought that from the moment she had left the house forty five minutes ago, besides what she had learned, and she had learned a lot, so far this had all been about him.
Just like that she knew she wanted to make it more about her or at least about them but she didn’t want to lose the mystery or the power. She wanted to stay in control and keep him guessing. He wasn’t going to know, not right now anyway but she would use him for her enjoyment and not just do him like she had done him so many times.
She went back to the bedroom. He was laying there perfectly still. His penis was sagging a bit but, of course, his balls were still on show. She couldn’t hear what he was hearing but she decided she could at least control it. She picked up his ipod. He felt the movement.
“Are you going to let me go?” he asked talking a little too loud, confused by the loud music in his head. She said nothing. Part of her fantasy was to keep him in the dark and guessing. She scrolled through his ipod until she found music she would listen too and hit play. She couldn’t hear it but liked the idea that he could and that he had no choice.
“Jill, come on. I know its you. Talk to me. What are you going to do.” She didn’t want to listen to him. His voice was ruining the mystery for her. She looked at his penis and knew if she touched it he would quickly be lost in his fantasy’s again but she was trying to shift the focus. She took her finger and put it between her legs letting it linger in the moisture there and then took it and rubbed it around his lips. He knew instantly where it had been and made a little sound. She did it again but this time put it slowly into his mouth. He sucked on it and began to get hard.
She stepped back and while his penis rose she took off her clothes. He responded so quickly to anything she did that she was starting to see him as some toy she could turn on and off whenever she wanted. She reached for the jar of Vaseline and putting a generous dab on her finger she began in a very casual way to paint his penis and balls as he had done, covering all with a new slippery coating. As she did his penis began to twitch and he started to moan. She stopped until he settled down and then slowly continued until every inch of his cock had a fresh coat. The process made her wet anew. She wiped her finger on the sheet, why not, and then climbed on top of him. With no hesitation she sank down on him. Lubed as he was she was able to easily sink down all the way until he was deep inside her.
She sat up straight not touching him in any other way and held perfectly still. She didn’t want him to do anything by accident. She didn’t want to give away any control.
“Oh god,” he said but she reached up and put her finger in his mouth. He fairly sucked it in, She didn’t want to hear anything from him except sounds he couldn’t help making. Very slowly she lifted herself up until he was just barely inside her and then slowly sank back down on him. It felt wonderful. She was hot, her body on fire and her mind running wild. Usually he would have his hands and lips on her during this but he couldn’t. It was as though his whole being was just his penis and it was just for her. She had never felt such control during sex and she loved it.
Once again she slowly lifted herself and lingered with just the barest connection between them and them pulled away. She sat back and watched as his penis twitched and he thrust his hips at nothing. She smiled and laughed to herself. When he settled down she mounted him again all the way down, letting the full weight of her body drive him into her. She sat like this and could feel him twitching inside her. He was unable to move his hips but she could feel his throbbing. She would have to be careful or it would all be over too soon. She lifted herself again but kept just the slightest connection, just the tip of his penis touching her. He arched his back and thrust his hips trying to stay in her. She let him thrust and search for a minute sometimes letting him make the barest contact and sometimes not and then sat back. He slowly settled down.
She was ready to cum. She had never been turned on like this before but she wanted it to be different, just for her and she was starting to form an idea that would give them both what they wanted though he might not like it. This was his game and she thought she had a fit ending for it.
She sat down in the chair and watched him for a minute and then closed her eyes, leaned back and entered her own fantasy world. She rubbed herself and stuck her fingers in herself and sometimes looked at him, her man, her slave and while she got closer he lay still and hard. When she could barely hold out any longer she climbed on the bed and again sank down on him as he quickly rose to meet her. She came all over him in a few seconds and then just sat there savoring the moment and when she was ready she climbed off and went to the bathroom to clean herself and get dressed. He was left unsatisfied and waiting.
She dressed, cleaned up any sign that she had been there and then went and sat on the bed next to him. She put a liberal supply of Vasline on her hand and then began to play with him. He was hard in seconds. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and moved it slowly and loosely down his shaft over and over until he began thrusting into her hand. She lifted her hand so that he had to thrust higher and higher to reach her and soon he was doing all the work. She pulled her hand away so that he could barely make contact but he wanted it so bad that he kept trying, arching his back and thrusting. She continued until she could feel that he was about to cum. By this time he was making almost no contact with her. When she felt he would not be able to stop and recover she stepped back and sat down to watch his show.
He continued to thrust over and over, arching his back and groaning, trying to reach that which he would never reach and then at the top of his thrust he froze for a moment and with his whole body shuddering, came, shooting amazingly high, holding this position for a moment and then slowly sinking back to the bed. It was such a show she almost felt like applauding. He had cum in spectacular fashion without her touching him in any way.
As soon as he settled down she reached up and unclipped his wrist and then quickly left the room closing the door behind her. She went down stairs, got in her car and drove to the store. She was back an hour later with bags of groceries. She grabbed what she could and headed in to the house. He was standing by the door.
“Hi sweety,” she said. “There’s more in the car,” then she breezed past him on her way to the kitchen. He showed up a minute later laden with bags. He still hadn’t said anything. As he set them down she began to put things in the cupboard and refrigerator. “Chores took forever. I thought I’d never get to the store.” She turned to him all innocence. “So, what have you been doing while I was out?”