Lisa and I talked for hour after hour over
the next few days. In the end, we came to grips with our feelings, and on
several occasions, with each other. We also made some basic decisions about how
we would deal with the situation. I told the truth when I said she would always
have a special place in my heart, and in time, she found I'd been honest with
her. I knew she was holding her emotions for me at a distance, not to hurt me,
but to protect herself. I couldn't blame her for the reserve, but it was
painful to feel doubted. My reaction, was to distance my own feelings about
her.
Although we continued to have sex regularly,
the emotion of our attachment was deeply buried. In retrospect, it was public
denial of our attachment, which forged the emotional bond between us. Like
conspirators in idealism, outlawed and forbidden, we worked for our common
goal, while forced to deny, to survive. The strain strengthened our commitment
and deepened our reserves; which in their turn sustained us, as we lived
through the desperate times just ahead.
*** *** *** *** ***
When Lisa and I had finally made our pacts,
deciding the course of our actions, it was well into the fourth night of my
residency in the Tower Prison. She and I were both exhausted from the long,
emotional conversations, but we had made our agreements; one of which was to
kick off this "New World Order", with a new twist.
When Lisa left for her rooms, I searched out
a bed and slept soundly for the first time in four days. It seemed as though I
had no sooner closed my eyes when the next day was upon me.
By the time I wandered down the stairs from
my apartment, the activity on the women's floor, and kitchen, was considerable.
Lisa and Lana were directing the preparations and decorations. When they saw
me, they escorted me to the kitchen for my breakfast. Once in the care of the
kitchen supervisor, they left me with mountains of food, and to my mild
surprise, under the attentive care of the same woman who had brought me my
skirt in the dungeon.
She stood nearby as I ate, refilling my cup
or plate whenever it was empty. My appetite, while gargantuan, was no match for
the supply of food. I tried to eat all the food she brought but was defeated by
shear volume, and finally begged her to stop. All during, and after my
breakfast I watched her move as she worked. She knew I appreciated her body,
and for a time enjoyed the obvious attention. Soon, however, my intensity made
her feel uncomfortable and she began squirming under my gaze.
She moved close to me as she was clearing the
table, and I waited for my opportunity to intercept her hands with mine.
She was visibly shaken by the sudden contact
with her hand, but began to relax as we talked. I reached into her robe and my
finger stroked her, caressing, petting, and finally penetrating, the depths of
her desire, but not before my grip on her was thoroughly tested, as she fought
to escape and avoid my touch.
I eased my attack on her while I reassured
her I had no intention of hurting her, and wouldn't, if she let me gently pet
her body. At first her trust was tentative, but she soon responded, and voluntarily
moved closer, twisting herself slightly to allow a better angle of approach for
my hands and fingers. Slowly, her feet moved apart for a more stable stance,
and gave my hand more room to explore under her robes, in the process.
She hadn't noticed the rest of the staff
leaving, and had no way of knowing they would not return while we were here, so
her eyes kept searching for whoever might happen by and catch her engaged above
her station. Her fear was real, but so was the desire and it kept her standing
where she was. Eventually her caution was all but forgotten as her emotions
responded to the stimulation of my touch.
She grasped the table to steady herself as my
fingers teased her body, and she began to approach orgasm. When I withdrew my
hands from her robes her scent was strong and her juices were running. The
insides of her thighs were wet, and her body shimmered with the oily sweat of
arousal.
Soon I got up from the table, lifted her into
my arms and carried her to my apartment, by way of the service stairs,
bypassing the women's floor, and their prying eyes. When we arrived, I put her
down on a small table, and locked the doors against any possible invasion. Then
led her to a gallery I thought was an appropriate place for her introduction to
sexual pleasure, and my cock.
As we entered the room I noticed it had been
prepared as I had requested of Lana. A bed was standing in the center of the
room stripped to the bottom sheet. I laid the girl down on the bed, and gently
brought her level of excitement to the boiling point, then beyond. Soon she was
in a mental, and physical state, which closely resembled catatonic.
Her condition was the result of her nervous
systems first experience with sexual stimulation and it's consuming input
overload. The sensations her body was feeling were overpowering, and she was
unaware, as I bound her hands and feet with the silk ropes I had requested.
I tied the ropes to the four corner posts of
the elegant, canopied, bed. After she was securely bound, I renewed my assault
on her bodies nervous system, and emotions. When I released her sash, allowing
her robes to fall open, she began to become aware of the situation. I watched
her face as the shadows of fear crept into her features, telling me when she
was aware of her defenselessness. Her body was trembling when I gently began a
random pattern of massage, and slowly stroked her body until she began to
respond to my touch.
When she was clear headed, and her fear had
subsided, but her passion was not yet insistent, I began talking to her and
asked for her name.
Her voice, was shaking and strained.
"Tina."
I smiled at her.
"Hello Tina."
Then slowly and softly.
"My name is Geof. I've been needing a
woman here in my apartment."
Her eyes narrowed as she asked.
"What is this woman you need supposed to
do here if she's tied as I am, to this bed?"
I replied.
"For now, nothing. Just relax while I
enjoy the sight and smell of your body."
"If all you intend to do is smell and
look, which I doubt, you don't need these ropes to bind me with. All you need
do is ask, and I would gladly disrobe for your pleasure."
"That may be true, but it excites me to
see you bound as you are."
Tina smiled as she understood the words I had
just spoken and relaxed into the silky softness of her bed.
"You're into bondage!"
Tina had begun to animate. "You really
are, aren't you?"
I didn't answer.
Tina's face flashed of fear, and she asked,
"You aren't going to hurt me, are you?"
This time I answered, "No, but I already
told you that, remember, down in the kitchen?"
She appeared to think for a while, then
nodded her head, began to look slightly embarrassed for having forgotten, and
said, "Yes, now I do, I'd forgotten."
I repeated, "No, I won't hurt you, but I
will make you feel the pleasure of sex."
Slowly and gently, I caressed her body as
Tina's feelings soon overpowered her reason, and released her into unrestrained
passion.
*** *** *** *** ***
She was purring contentedly when I finally
left her, a tender prisoner of those silken restraints.
*** *** *** *** ***
It pleased me emotionally to have taken my
own prisoner. I felt it was poetic justice to be held prisoner, while I had a
prisoner of my own. As I bathed I reflected on how I had out played my captors.
Not only did I have a prisoner of my own in bonds, but Lisa was a prisoner of
my heart. It was much later when I understood I was as much a prisoner of her
heart, as she was mine.
When it was time for dinner I waited to be
summoned. A serving girl delivered the message, and I descended to the women's
floor for dinner. As I walked to the main hall, the messenger followed close
behind me, and I began to understand how a condemned man must feel as he is
walked to his execution.
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