Made For Sex

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  Now she sat wondering whether maybe she really was a bit of a prude. She had never really enjoyed sex that much. At twenty-seven she had had her share of boyfriends and of sexual experiences, but they had always been ordinary sex. Missionary position, some oral sex, but nothing earth shattering. Usually she was in a bit of a hurry to get it all finished. And as long as the guy climaxed, that was fine with her.

  As she sat, waiting for Tony to return from something he was doing in the bedroom, she realized that she had always wanted the earth to shatter. She had read books in which the heroine got so carried away with passion that she ‘burst apart.’ “I never even broke a sweat,” Anne muttered.

  Tony was different from her previous boyfriends. He loved to experiment. Although they had only been together a few months they had already done things that she had never thought about. One evening he had painted her entire crotch with maple syrup and licked it all off, very slowly. She had really been hot that evening. But eventually he had entered her and she had urged him on until he came. It was wonderfully pleasurable, but no shattering for her that night. Another evening, Tony had used a vibrator on her lips and then inserted it into her channel. That was nice too, but still, no shattering. Not even a crack.

  And she wanted it really badly.

  “Did I keep you waiting too long?” Tony asked, striding from the bedroom with a canvas bag in his hands.

  “I’m just really curious. What’s going through your little brain?” Anne asked.

  “Just this,” Tony said. “I know that, despite all your protests and the obvious pleasure you get out of sex, you’ve never climaxed. And I want it for you. And I want it for me too and I think I know just how to get it.”

  “That’s not really a problem,” Anne said. “I love making love with you. Is orgasm what this is all about?”

  “Partly. I want to have some fun this evening and I know just what I want to do. You trust me, don’t you?”

  “Of course.”

  “Not of course. Think about it. Do you trust me?”

  “That’s a silly question.”

  “But an important one.” He paused and looked at her seriously. Carefully enunciating each word, he asked again, “Do you trust me?”

  Anne hadn’t ever seen him in this mood. What’s he up to? she wondered. “Yes,” she said softly.

  “You know I love you, don’t you?”

  “Of course, silly.”

  “Sometimes I think you think too much. For tonight, will you just let loose and not think about orgasms and stuff?”

  “Whatever you say.” She loved him and had since soon after they met. But recently the feelings had intensified, deepened. She had been down with the flu a few weeks earlier and he had been helpful and kind, taking care of her when she needed him and leaving her alone when that was what she wanted. “I love you.”

  He leaned over and kissed her deeply. “And I love you. Remember that whatever happens.”

  What’s going on? she wondered. This is obviously leading up to something big.

  “Stand up,” he said, his voice now taking on a commanding quality Anne had never heard before. “And take off all your clothes.”

  “Oh baby,” Anne said, standing up. “I like it when you undress me.”

  “But I’m not going to undress you. You’re going to do that like a good girl. Now strip.”

  Anne shuddered. He sounded almost cold. Demanding. Without much thought she removed her clothing, hesitating when she was down to her bra and panties. “Everything,” Tony snapped. She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, along with her underpants.

  “Good girl,” Tony said. “Now turn around.”

  Trembling with a combination of fear and excitement, she turned her back to Tony. Suddenly he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her. She felt cold metal and heard a loud snap. Her wrists were now pinned behind her back. “Handcuffs?” she said. “Tony, this is silly.”

  “I don’t really care what you think. Tonight this is what I want. Now sit.”

  Quickly Anne sat on the wooden chair, feeling the cold seat against her bare thighs and ass. “Okay. I’m sitting.”

  Tony reached into the canvas bag and pulled out a roll of silver duct tape. He pulled her bottom forward on the chair until she was perched on the edge of the seat, knees spread, then taped her ankles to the legs of the chair. He slid several small pillows behind her back until she was leaning back, then ran a length of tape around her waist, the pillows, the chair and her handcuffed arms. Then he used another length of tape to fasten her shoulders to the chair. “There now,” he said. “I hope you’re not too uncomfortable.”

  “It’s not too bad,” Anne said, a frisson of fear tickling the pit of her stomach. “But what’s this all about?”

  “I want to play.”

  “Play? Is this playing?”

  “Oh yes, my love, it most certainly is.” Tony reached into the canvas bag and pulled out two small alligator clips held together with a thin chain. “Do you know what these are?”

  “Not really,” Anne said.

  “They’re nipple clamps. Here’s my theory about you and sex. I don’t think you’ve ever let go. At least every time we’ve been together you’ve always been thinking, worrying, wondering what you’re feeling. Well, not tonight. I’m going to occupy your body so that you won’t be able to think.” Tony knelt beside the chair and licked the tip of Anne’s right breast. Quickly the nipple tightened and he nipped at the darkened flesh. Then he sucked the entire nipple into his mouth, pulling hard.

  Anne loved having her nipples suckled just the way he was doing it. She sighed and thought about the wetness beginning between her legs. “Mmm,” she purred. “That’s nice.”

  He bit down, not so hard as to cause real pain, but enough to make her jump. Then, before she could react, he fastened the metal clip to her breast. “I tested all the clamps they had at the Pleasure Palace and these were the mildest I could find.”

  The pain flashed through her, but somehow it wasn’t really serious pain, just little lightning bolts jarring her entire body. “That hurts,” she protested.

  “Oh it doesn’t hurt too badly,” Tony said. “I tried them out myself.” He rounded the chair and started to lave Anne’s left breast. When the nipple was hard and erect, he clipped a second clamp on it. “Tell me how badly it really hurts,” he purred, his mouth against her ear.

  “They hurt,” she whined. “Take them off.”

  “Nope. That will keep your agile mind occupied while I play.”

  Play? Anne couldn’t concentrate on anything but her nipples. The riot of sensation made her pussy tingle and her entire body flush.

  “Now I can do things I’ve always wanted to do.” Tony settled between Anne’s spread knees, his face level with her crotch. He reached out his tongue and flicked the end over her hot wet flesh.

  She jolted as the heat of his mouth flashed through her. “Oh,” she groaned. “Just do it, baby.”

  “Not so fast,” Tony said, tugging lightly on the chain that connected the two nipple clamps. “Every time you’re in a hurry, I’ll just remind you to slow down. This one will be at my pace.”

  The small jerk on the chain caused shards of pain/ pleasure to knife through her, yanking her mind from Tony’s mouth between her legs. Now he alternated between sucking on her hardening clit and playing with the chain that connected the clips. It was driving Anne crazy.

  Tony sat back, his eyes on Anne’s face. “Now,” he said, we’ll add something new.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a large dildo. “You remember this, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” And she did. Once he had inserted that large plastic penis into her and licked her clit. It was really exciting. Slowly, he rubbed the cold, hard plastic over her slippery lips, then, with one firm thrust, he drove it into her. He left it inside of her, then got a vibrator and placed it on the chair, the tip against the dildo. When he turned it on, Anne felt herself climb. The persistent hum of the
vibrator echoed all the way into her belly through the hard plastic dildo. As she climbed, Tony grabbed the chain and pulled.

  “This is going to be the ride of your life,” Tony said. “You’ve never climaxed before because you’ve never had the patience or the concentration to. Now you have no choice. And I’m going to take you there.” He stood, pulled open his jeans and Anne watched his hard cock spring free. Standing, his erection was just at the level of her mouth. “Open for me, baby,” Tony said.

  Anne’s mouth opened without any thought on her part. It was quickly full of his flesh. Tony tangled his hands in her hair and drove his hips, fucking her mouth. Occasionally he let go with one hand and pulled on the nipple chain.

  It was strange, but the pull on her nipples had become immensely pleasurable, bolts of pure heat flowing from her painful peaks to her pussy.

  So many sensations. Her mouth filled with Tony’s cock, the pain in her breasts, the hum in her pussy. Even the feel of the duct tape giving her no choice about how to move was pure heat.

  Tony’s fucking of Anne’s mouth was becoming more intense. “I’m going to come in your beautiful mouth. Take it all like a good girl and I’ll show you what it’s like to come.”

  Anne created suction in her mouth and licked the underside of Tony’s cock with her rough tongue. “Oh baby,” he roared and her mouth was suddenly filled with his tangy semen. She swallowed, gagged slightly, and let the final spurts dribble from her lips.

  Anne was almost incoherent with the need to climb higher. “Baby,” she begged. “Help me.”

  “Yes, love,” Tony said, settling back between her knees. He moved the vibrator, and slid the dildo in and out of her pussy. He moved the vibrating tip around, watching Anne’s face. Her moans tried to tell him what she wanted and he knew. He found a special spot that Anne had never known she had and rubbed the humming vibrator there.

  She felt the dildo fucking her. When he suddenly pulled hard on the nipple chain, flipping the clamps from her sore breasts, she felt the spasms start in her lower belly and crash like waves over her entire body. “Oh God,” she screamed as the orgasm kept her at a peak for long moments. “Oh God.”

  Later, when Tony had released her and gently guided her to the bed, they lay entwined, half dozing. “That was incredible,” Anne whispered.

  Tony giggled. “Yeah. It certainly was.”

  “What ever led you to do that?”

  “I just wanted you to know what you were missing. It’s so wonderful and I knew you were settling for less than the best.”

  “Oh Lord, I certainly was.” She turned and stretched her naked body against his. “How long does it take to recover. My toes are still tingling.”

  Tony reached over and pinched one very sore nipple. “Do you really want to recover?”

  Chapter

  6

  The following morning Fran awoke with a start. She saw herself as she had been the previous evening, tied to the bed, writhing in ecstasy. She pictured herself on O’Malley’s bed, in his bedroom, a bedroom she had barely noticed while they were together. It was as though she were above herself, watching O’Malley’s buttocks clench and release as he pressed his cock into her mouth. It was incredibly erotic and she felt her body responding. It was also humiliating. She had done things in the heat of sexual excitement that she hadn’t dreamed that real people did or at least not nice, calm, Fran Caputo from Omaha, Nebraska.

  It must have been Nicki. Fran stopped herself. I’m starting to sound schizoid. Nicki isn’t a separate person, she’s me. Was what Nicki did last evening, what I did last evening, so bad?

  “Was it?” she asked aloud. She ran the palms of her hands over her belly, resisting the temptation to caress her breasts which tingled and tightened. And it had been wonderful. Oh yes, it had.

  She spent the next two hours in a daze, vacillating between, “I couldn’t have,” and, “Oh, God, it felt so good.” Just after eleven, the doorbell rang and she let Carla into the apartment.

  “Morning, love,” Carla said. “How’s tricks, as they say?”

  “Tricks are fine,” Fran said, leading Carla into the kitchen where she had a pot of coffee brewing, along with hot water for tea.

  Carla poured herself a cup of coffee and, as Fran made tea, she could feel her friend’s eyes boring into her back. They walked into the living room and, with the statue watching, sat on the sofa. “Okay,” Carla said, “out with it. What’s bothering you?”

  After a few denials, Fran finally said, “My date with O’Malley last evening was sensational.”

  “Hooray. He’s a bit of a character, but he’s a sexy beast, isn’t he? And what a hunk.”

  “I guess.”

  “What’s going on, Fran? Anyone who doesn’t admit that O’Malley’s the sexiest guy on the planet is either blind, lying or seriously deluded.”

  “Have you ever, you know, been with him?”

  “Yes. We’ve been together.”

  “Oh Lord,” Fran groaned, then buried her face in her hands. “That’s just the point.”

  “What is? That he’s free with his sexual activities? That he isn’t your concept of a date, husband material, yours forever after?”

  Fran looked up. “That sounds so conniving and it’s not what I mean. It’s just that he was with me for sex, because you asked him to.”

  Carla’s eyes flashed. “Not a chance. He enjoys entertaining women but he’s not a whore.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” Fran said.

  “So exactly what did you mean?”

  “I have always thought of sex as being part of love. This was sex for the sake of sex.”

  “And…?”

  “And everything.” Fran burst into tears. “And I enjoyed it.”

  Carla started to laugh. “I get it. You’re allowed to have good sex with someone who’s a date, who you might eventually love, but with someone who enjoys hot rolls in the hay for their own sake, it’s just not done. Right?”

  Fran sniffled and grabbed a tissue from her leans pocket. “It sounds silly when you say it like that.”

  “Babe, it is silly. You and O’Malley had a wonderful evening together, and you ended up in bed. Right?”

  “Right,” Fran said, feeling her face flush at the memory of what “in bed together” had actually entailed. “But it was a bit…” She hesitated. “…unusual.”

  “Okay, let me guess. He tied you to the bed.”

  Fran’s face snapped up. “How…?”

  “He loves to do that, and I remember loving it when he did it to me. You didn’t like it? I’m sorry. I guess sometimes he does get carried away and I should have warned you. I’m really sorry if you didn’t like that part.”

  Softly, Fran said, “But I did like it. That’s the problem.”

  “Ahh,” Carla said, nodding. “I get it. You aren’t supposed to like the more adventurous stuff.”

  “Maybe Nicki does, but not me. But I’m Nicki. It’s degrading somehow.”

  “But you write stories about control games, don’t you?”

  “Not really, until last evening.” Her body tingled as the image of the woman taped to the chair flashed through her mind. “This morning I thought about the stories I had written before I came to New York and all of them have been comfortable, heterosexual and, well ‘normal.’ Nothing really kinky.”

  Carla giggled. “You think that’s kinky? You should only know.”

  “But I’ve always been taught that it’s wrong.”

  “Why should something that harms no one be wrong?”

  “It just is.”

  “And why is it that way? Why is it all right for people to have fun in bed one way and not others? Who decides?”

  Fran thought about it for a few minutes. Who did decide? She had read about all kinds of perversions in her recent wanderings around the Internet. But were they perversions or just kinky fun? Were they all wrong? “I guess I’m really confused. How do you decide what’s kinky and what’s
wrong?”

  Carla got serious. “I have to make a lot of such decisions in my business so I developed a simple rule. If what I do with a man gives us both pleasure and harms no one, then it’s okay. If either of us is doing something that we aren’t sure of, aren’t completely comfortable with, and we are just doing it because someone else wants to or for any reason other than pleasure, then it’s not okay.”

  Fran considered what Carla had said. “Then you think that it’s okay to, I don’t know, to hurt each other, urinate on each other, like that, as long as you both want to?”

  “Absolutely. I personally don’t get into water sports and heavy pain, although a few swats on the ass at the right moment can be delicious. However, I’ve been at parties where people inflict real pain on each other. And it’s all totally voluntary and they both get off on it. Actually, I’ve slapped the occasional person around when he really begged for it and it gave the recipient a great deal of pleasure. There were times I really enjoyed the control part of that, and I love giving pleasure in any form. I don’t understand the really painful stuff, and some of the other things that give sexual pleasure, but I don’t judge. If everyone’s getting their jollies, then so be it. Who am I to decide anyone else’s limits, or anyone else’s hot buttons?”

  Carla continued, “You and O’Malley are grown-ups and certainly able to do what pleases without worrying about what ‘society’ says is good or bad.” She leaned forward and rested her hand on Fran’s arm. “And it was good, wasn’t it.”

  Fran took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Oh yes. It was wonderful. It’s just looking back on it is embarrassing. I blush at the thought of some of the things we did.”

  “How delightful. I’m thrilled for you. It’s kind of like having discovered a new game.” She remembered when her friend Ronnie had introduced her to a man named Bryce, a man she still dated intermittently. “I envy you in a way. The newness is so exciting.”

  Fran ran her fingers through her hair, then said softly, “Yes. It is.”

  “Bravo. Are you going to see him again?”

  Fran rubbed the back of her neck, shook her head, then smiled. “Yes. He’s busy tonight, but he’ll call me tomorrow.”