Consent

by Sahara Kelly

  His lips curved. He’d be blatantly obvious and yet surprisingly unexpected.

  Laura was in for the ride of her life.

  *~~*~~*

  While plans were being made for her evening’s entertainment, Laura was watching the goose bumps as they paraded, full force, across her naked skin. The light in the bathroom had never seemed so harsh as it did now. She critically observed every dip, bump, mole and curve, wondering if her body would stand the test of being closely observed by Adam.

  After all, they’d enjoyed each other for years, but never in quite such clinical surroundings.

  Suddenly the fluorescent lights seemed to glare terribly harshly off the white ceramic tiles. Why the hell did bathrooms have to be so brilliantly lit? It wasn’t like you were going to do brain surgery in them, for heaven’s sake.

  She shivered, crossing her arms and running her hands over her skin to her shoulders in an attempt to warm herself. What was he going to do to her?

  She’d read plenty on suggested “scenes”, and wondered if Adam would tie her up, or blindfold her. Would he want to wash her in the shower? Is that why she was here?

  Would he spank her? Would she like being spanked? She glanced around her. Yes, her hairbrush was within reach. It was a wooden one. Of course, his was too.

  There was the oddly shaped bottle of perfume that suddenly looked terribly phallic. Oh god, he wouldn’t would he?

  He’d probably handcuff her. He’d have to if he wanted to do that.

  Laura’s mind swirled around and over a million different thoughts, some crystal clear and arousing, some blurry, some downright scary. She began to wonder if she’d done the right thing. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be submissive. Maybe she should just yank his handcuffs away from him and whack his bottom.

  She leaned on the sink and closed her eyes. Oh God. Maybe she shouldn’t be here at all.

  It was too late, however. The door opened and Adam walked in.

  But not her Adam. Not the Adam who casually dropped a kiss on her cheek every morning as he tied his tie in front of their bedroom mirror. Not the Adam who made tea for her on those nights when she was too tired to lift a finger.

  And not the Adam who softly and gently brought her to climax in their bed.

  This Adam was different.

  He seemed almost taller in that amazing black silk robe she’d almost forgotten about. His eyes were roving her body, his expression hungry. He radiated masculine sensuality as he looked her over, and she found she had lowered her eyes before his without even realizing it.

  He was masterful in a subtle sense, his body language letting her know that she was there at his sufferance.

  He carried two scarves. Hmm. Okay, she could handle being tied up and blindfolded. She felt her pussy flush with heat and her juices leaving their wetness between her thighs.

  He nodded, as if pleased with his inspection. “Laura, spread your legs wide.” His order was quiet but firm. There was no question in her mind. She obeyed.

  “Now spread the lips of your pussy with your fingers. I wish to see whether your body is anticipating this evening with pleasure.” He leaned against the laundry hamper, casually running the scarves between his fingers.

  Laura blushed, trying to make herself remember that this was Adam her husband. He’d seen her there lots of times before. It was nothing new.

  So why was she blushing?

  Well, it was bright light. She was deliberately opening herself for his inspection. It was freaky, it was wild and it was making something deep inside her ache with arousal.

  She slid her hand down to her mound and spread her fingers, pulling at her delicate folds. He shouldn’t have any doubts in his mind how she was reacting, because she could feel her juices dripping onto her thighs.

  He clearly didn’t, because he nodded. “Very good. Wait here.”

  Damn the man. She was left holding her own flesh while he went away. Now what? She hoped he wasn’t going off to catch a rerun of “Law and Order” while she waited.

  He returned, holding a clothes hanger. A wooden clothes hanger.

  Her eyes widened and a chill of fear ran up her spine. Mad visions of bruises, antibiotic ointment and excuses about running into a door ran across her brain, leaving cold footprints that chilled her soul.

  He held out the clothes hanger. “Pick up your suit and hang it up properly.”

  She released a breath she didn’t know she’d held. Damn him and his neatness urges.

  Thankfully moving her hand away from herself, Laura did as she was told, and picked up her suit from its pile on the floor. She carefully folded the pants and shook out the jacket, putting both neatly on the hanger.

  Silently she glanced at Adam for the next instruction.

  He nodded at the hook on the back of the door, and she crossed to hang the suit up. “Now please step into the tub and face me.”

  Taking a deep breath, Laura stepped over the side of the bath and stood, as instructed, facing Adam.

  “Raise your arms above your head.”

  Cautiously, she raised her arms, watching silently as Adam brought one of the scarves over and proceeded to tie her wrists together. His movements were sure and within seconds she was bound lightly but securely.

  He then tugged on the scarf and fastened her to the shower rod.

  Whoa. That was a surprise.

  Her pose thrust her breasts towards him and she felt even more exposed when he took one of her legs and pulled it towards him.

  “Rest this foot on the side of the bath.”

  She did so, realizing that she was now completely revealed to him, her body his to do with as he would. Her breathing was unsteady as he ran his hands over her skin.

  “You please me greatly, pet,” he breathed.

  “I’m glad, Adam,” she answered, only to see a frown cross his face.

  “You will not speak from now on, unless I give you permission. Do you understand? Nod if you understand.”

  At a bit of a loss, Laura nodded.

  Adam reached for the other scarf. “To ensure your obedience, I’m going to gag you.”

  Laura dragged in a breath as Adam placed the second scarf around her head and between her lips, effectively silencing her. Her eyes widened as he fastened it behind her. She could breathe, but not talk.

  Okay. This was getting freaky.

  Adam stepped back and surveyed his handiwork, nodding to himself. “Good. Now there are some rules for tonight which I wish you to follow, and I must make sure you understand.”

  He opened the cabinet door and pulled out a small bag of bath salts. It was soft and pink and had a little plastic rose on top. “In D/s play there is a need for something called a ‘safe word’. Did your reading explain this to you?”

  Laura raised her eyebrows, not sure how to respond without invoking his ire or breaking a rule.

  “You may nod your response for yes, shake your head for no.”

  Laura nodded.

  “Good. Because I have gagged you and removed your ability to speak, we need to institute some other method of your using a safe word, so for tonight, it will be this...” He held up the small bag, showed it to her and then reached up and put it in her tied hand, making sure she had a firm grip on it.

  “If, at any time, you wish to stop play, all you have to do is drop that bag. I shall be aware of your movements at all times. Do you understand?”

  Laura nodded.

  “And do you trust me enough for this to be effective? Do you believe I will stop if you ask me to do so?” Adam stared into her eyes, making Laura realize how important this question was.

  She nodded, and watched as his expression became purely sensual.

  “Good. Laura, pet, one of the most important beliefs amongst those of us who follow this lifestyle is something called Safe, Sane and Consensual play. Did you also read about that?”

  Laura nodded energetically, having found many references to this most important of all rules for any ki
nd of bondage play.

  “I firmly adhere to that principle. That’s why you have your safety mechanism tonight, and at other times we shall select a safe word for you, should you desire to continue along this path.”

  Laura nodded again. God, why didn’t he get on with it? It, whatever it was he was going to do to her.

  She was naked and ready, dammit.

  And ooh, look, so was he.

  His robe swung as he moved and she glimpsed his cock, rigid and erect.

  Suddenly, she relaxed. This was Adam, still. Her lover, her husband and soon to be her Dom. She wanted him with every single iota of emotion she had. She loved him beyond words. Nothing he could do to her would be anything other than wonderful.

  Probably.

  It was that little niggling doubt that was sending shivers up her spine.

  She watched him cross the room to the bathroom cabinet and rummage inside. He pulled out some powder, some shaving cream and...and...her razor?

  Good God.

  Chapter 6

  Adam was in dire straits. The woman he loved was bound and gagged and revealed in all her beauty before him.

  Her body was wet and hungry for his, her eyes were dilating with anticipation and arousal, and his was responding to all these signals with a painful need to mate.

  He could not remember feeling this sense of urgency with another sub. Ever.

  Taking a deep breath, he nearly did himself an injury as he grappled for some vestige of mental control. He had to stay in control.

  Especially tonight. The pattern that they established tonight would go a long way towards defining their future within this lifestyle. If it was going to work it was up to him. It had to be good for her, good enough for her to want to pursue it.

  Shaking, trembling, stuttering and coming over himself just from looking at her was not the way to go. He let out the breath slowly, attempting a measure of meditation as he exhaled.

  Taking the implements over to the bath, he almost lost his control again as he smelled her body, hot for him and awaiting his touch.

  He busied himself running water into the sink and shaking the can of shaving cream. It took a couple of agonizing moments, but finally he felt calm enough to turn to her. “I am going to shave you, Laura. Shave the hair from one of the parts of your body that you will be surrendering to me. Do you understand?”

  Laura nodded at him, eyes wide.

  “This will remind you of to whom you belong. I wish you to keep this area shaved. Every few days as necessary.” He glanced up and she nodded again, signifying her assent.

  He took a couple of silent breaths and reached for the shaving cream. “Oh, and Laura? You are forbidden to come unless I give you permission. Is that clear?”

  Her eyes were questioning as she absorbed the meaning of his words.

  The top of the can came off, and he squirted the foam onto his fingers. At least that’s what he meant to do. Of course the damn thing was pointing the wrong way and he squirted a nice dollop of fragrant foam onto his foot. Shit.

  He hoped she was distracted enough by his last comment not to notice. Trying again, he managed to get a respectable pile of shaving cream onto his hand and began to massage her mound. “You will not come without permission, Laura. I will be the one to allow you to enjoy an orgasm. I shall decide whether the time is right, or whether you should wait longer...” He rubbed the shaving cream over her mound, knowing she was already sensitive.

  She moaned softly, behind the gag.

  “You have my permission to make whatever sounds you wish as I touch you. It pleases me to know that you are enjoying the experience.”

  His hand rubbed a little harder and she obeyed by giving him a very nice groan.

  He reached for the razor, dipping it in the sink.

  “Your pussy is going to be quite bald, pet. It will not be able to hide its secrets from me.”

  The razor stroked gently across her flesh, taking a swath of dark hair with it. Laura was a neat person by nature, and shaved her bikini line regularly. So it was not an excessively difficult job to render her pussy naked.

  Just a very appealing one.

  He rinsed the razor and applied more shaving cream, bringing another moan to her lips.

  “Remember. You may not come.”

  He stood upright, rubbing the shaving cream into her flesh. “Your breasts please me, Laura. Offer them to me.”

  She looked wildly at him, her arms automatically beginning to tug on their bonds.

  “Think how I might like them offered, Laura. You’re going to be my submissive. It will be for you to think up ways to please me. Your breasts and their lovely nipples please me. How can you offer them to me?”

  Laura’s flesh was coloring up nicely and her face was flushed. His hands were bringing fresh moisture and he could feel her heat as his words and his touches aroused her even more. She was obviously considering his words.

  Then she leaned towards him, straightening her spine and pushing her breasts out even more.

  “Good, pet. Excellent,” smiled Adam. He leaned forward and took one breast into his mouth, suckling firmly on the nipple, tugging it with his tongue and gently biting down.

  Laura sighed and moaned through her gag, her hips beginning to sway towards his hand.

  He released her with a little plop, blowing on her wet nipple and watching as it beaded up even harder.

  She thrust forward again, as if begging for him to take her back into his mouth.

  He immediately pulled back. “You forget, Laura. You are here to pleasure me, not the other way around.”

  A sob broke from Laura’s throat as her hips moved.

  “Now keep still. I haven’t finished yet.”

  He returned to his grooming efforts, slicking the razor carefully around her mound, and rinsing it often to make sure he was getting all the hair away from her soft flesh. He pushed her legs further apart, removing the stray hairs from her folds and stroking the softness he found around her entrance.

  Finally, he was satisfied.

  She was soaked with her own moisture, sighing and moaning as his fingers caressed her labia and brushed softly against her clit now and again.

  He’d deliberately avoided too much stimulation of her delicate bud, because he wanted her mind to be as aroused as her body. Only then could he fully help her to understand the nature of her submission to him.

  He rinsed away the remaining shave cream and toweled off her skin, pulling back to review his handiwork.

  She was naked, bald, her little folds and creases open to his eyes and his touch. Her mound was beautiful, a sight that no man but he had seen. She was his, this was his, to do with as he would.

  Unable to restrain himself, he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her newly shorn flesh, feeling her clit hard and aroused and ready for him.

  He heard and felt her gasp. Her whole body trembled, and he smiled at himself.

  Now for the next phase.

  Provided his cock didn’t self-destruct first.

  *~~*~~*

  Laura’s mind was in a whirl of chaos.

  Torn between the sensual messages she was receiving from every single nerve-ending on her body and the incredible rush of adrenaline that was pumping through her bloodstream at the thought of what might happen next, she was completely and totally beside herself.

  She knew her arms were getting a little stiff, but didn’t care. She knew her juices were flowing freely between her thighs, but didn’t care about that either. She felt the air waft against her newly shaved pussy and the resulting shiver made her buttocks clench with arousal.

  She couldn’t have cared less.

  All that mattered was Adam. Where was he, what was he going to do to her? Was he going to let her come?

  If he didn’t she was damn well going to self-combust all by herself. Look ma, no hands!

  Her body was shaking and trembling at a level of arousal that was stunning, composed as it was of such incredible me
ntal stimulation as well as physical pleasure.

  She prayed that nobody slammed a door in the apartment building, because that might well set her off. Hell, a butterfly could fart in the Amazonian rain forest and that would set her off.

  She wanted to shout for Adam, to scream for him to come back to her from the bedroom where he’d disappeared. To demand that he set her free and fuck her to within an inch of sanity.

  Then she realized what was happening to her.

  With a shock, awareness of her position blasted through to her consciousness. She was submitting to Adam. To his every whim, order, gesture, each little thing he’d told her to do, she’d done.

  And look where it had got her.

  Strung up on her own shower rail, with a naked pussy, and closer to the biggest screaming orgasm than she could ever remember being. Her whole existence was focused on Adam and what he would do next.

  To bring them both pleasure.

  This wasn’t about dominating bodies or submitting bodies. It was about the mutual exchange of pleasure, of trust, of love. Of allowing another the freedom to play and permitting one’s body to be the toy.

  Of relaxing into the pleasure, knowing that there were no unspoken criteria to meet. She would give Adam pleasure tonight because he wouldn’t let it be any other way.

  There would be no worrying about whether he’d come yet, or if it was okay for him. He’d make sure it was. All she had to do was follow his instructions. And so far, doing that had resulted in a blissfully mind-bending shave coupled with excitingly restrained desire.

  Satisfying Adam was going to be the most satisfying thing she’d ever done for herself.

  She gulped, overawed by the depths to this new pattern of behavior that she felt she’d only just glimpsed. But before reflection could replace arousal, the door opened and Adam returned to the room.

  He was carrying the Master’s legacy. His very own flogger.

  Laura’s skin shrank all over her body, making her feel tight and tingly. Oh God. He was going to smack her with it.

  Her mouth went dry as she watched him run the soft red leather tails through his hands.

  She was mesmerized, captured by the movement of his fingers, by the swing of the leather and the tumble of the strips as they cascaded up and down according to his movements.