Past Present

by Secret Narrative

  Welcoming the chance to readjust her clothes, Eleanor tidied the remains of their meal away. She took the opportunity to pour herself a massive brandy and downed it in one before she went back to join Matthew.

  “Would you like to try this?” he asked, holding up a short bamboo cane with a hook handle while continuing to take other equipment out of his bag. There were blindfolds, a paddle, handcuffs, gags, a dog collar, massage oils and lube. Astounded but silent, Eleanor watched as he pushed the coffee tray to one side and laid out the paraphernalia on the low table.

  “I’ve got quite a treat for you,” he said. Taking her hand, he led her over to the dining table, moved the chairs out of the way and pointed to her dress.

  “Take it off. Let me show you how much pleasure these few items can bring.”

  “Matthew, I’m not sure about this...”

  Ignoring her, he continued, “Leave the rest on,” he indicated her underwear and shoes. “Lie down on the table, get right onto it, face down.”

  Hesitating, Eleanor looked at him and opened her mouth to protest.

  Pressing a finger to her lips, he hissed, “If you don’t do as you’re told how will we find out what you like? Don’t you want to please me? I meant what I said over dinner.”

  Doing a swift calculation, she considered their conversation when he’d outlined some of his plans for the future, and quickly decided that she may as well continue. After all, they’d come this far. Suppressing a shiver Eleanor silently complied; the table cold against her skin.

  Taking four long pieces of rope from the bag, Matthew tied each of them to the legs of the table, fastening her limbs spread-eagled. Face down. Standing back, he admired his handiwork. He’d used soft rope, which wasn’t too thin; he didn’t want it to cut into her if she struggled.

  “I just need to get a few photos, you don’t mind do you?”

  “I’d actually rather that you didn’t take pictures, Matthew. I’m not at all sure about this…”

  “I see,” he said, gagging her with a ball gag. “It’s rather too late for protest I’m afraid, you’ll simply have to do as I say.”

  Using a stills camera and video Matthew took a number of shots making small adjustments until he was happy with the result. He pushed the lens right up between her legs to record her lush cunt and her cute, hard little clit. He photographed her glowing arse cheeks, taking a wide shot of her body spread out invitingly on the table, and dipping a finger into the slit of her cunt, put it into his mouth and licked.

  “Mmm, tastes divine.”

  Finally, he took a picture of her mouth. Lips wide open encasing the black ball of the gag. Shouldn’t be too uncomfortable he thought. It’s only golf ball size. Anyway, she certainly looks fucking sexy. His cock stiffened again. Feeling proud of his recovery time, he put the cameras safely out of the way. He’d review his photographic work later. There were more pressing needs to satisfy now.

  Looking at her lying splendid, immobilised on her dining room table, Matthew was pleased that he hadn’t tied the bonds too tightly. He didn’t particularly want to hurt her. Nevertheless, he had made certain that the ropes would tighten if she struggled, being an expert with knots was ideal for his fetishes. Standing in front of her, slowly rubbing his rock hard cock, he considered his options. First, he got the spanking paddle, it was black and smooth on one side with myriad raised metal studs on the other. Starting with the smooth side he brought the paddle down onto her arse with a resounding smack, she bucked up, and he was pleased that he had left a bit of play in the restraints.

  “Do you like it, Eleanor? Have you developed a taste for it yet?”

  Quickly nodding her head to indicate, yes, she hoped that he’d take off the gag. The ball felt uncomfortable in her mouth, and it didn’t taste pleasant either.

  “I need to be sure,” he said, and brought the paddle down again, the smooth side striking her arse repeatedly as he counted aloud to ten.

  “More?” he asked. “Nod, please. ‘Yes’ is the correct answer.”

  Nodding, she squeezed her eyes closed. Thank goodness, she’d had that last slug of brandy, she felt slightly woozy, but the intoxicating liquor softened the pain. Matthew turned the paddle over delivering five sharp smacks in quick succession with the studded side. Silent tears slid down Eleanor’s face. Tasting their salt as they trickled into her gagged mouth, she felt the tension of excitement beginning to mount again, causing a knot of lust in the pit of her stomach.

  “You love it don’t you? You’re a proper slut, what a revelation. When I first saw you sitting at that bar, you looked as if butter wouldn’t melt, but now look at you. Perfect,” he exclaimed, counting out another five severe blows before putting the paddle down and removing the gag.

  “Don’t talk, just listen. I’ve taken the gag off because I want you to suck my cock again. After you have done that to my satisfaction, I’ll untie you, is that understood? Now you’ve got a proper taste for me, I can see that you’re excited in spite of yourself, I think that you’re going to enjoy this evening, and we’ve got all night.”

  After she indicated her compliance, he removed the gag. Deciding to blindfold her, he loosened off the bonds on her wrists so that she could lift herself up from the table, making it easier to take his cock as he pushed it into her mouth. Moving in and out, his hands on his hips, he watched his cock disappearing into her mouth rhythmically. Occasionally looking along the length of her body, he relished the sight of the red wheals making an appearance on the creamy skin of her arse.

  She looked cracking, her eyes covered with the wide, black, silk cloth of the blindfold, he continued sliding his cock in and out of her warm, accommodating throat. Her tongue darted and slurped the helmet of his cock in sublime circuits. His balls had started to ache; her perfume and the scent from the candles she had lit earlier permeated the atmosphere, filling his nostrils, tingling. The sensation was thrilling. He’d have to stop, or he’d come, and there was still so much he wanted to show her. He wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved away.

  “I want to tie you the other way up, but I’d prefer it if you were laid out on your bed,” he said. “I am going to untie you and put a collar around your neck, attached to it will be a lead. I intend to take you to your bedroom, you will do as you are told, or I will have to apply severe punishment.”

  “All right,” whispered Eleanor. Her mouth ached from being held open, first by the ball gag and then by his cock, but her cunt had started to clench again with anticipatory spasms.

  The smell of sex was evident in the air between them, adding to the mixture of emotion stimulating her in a way that she’d never felt before. Standing blindfold in her underwear and shoes, filled with excitement, Eleanor allowed Matthew to fix a wide, leather collar, studded with tiny metal stars around her neck and attach a short leather lead.

  “Wait there for a moment,” he ordered while he gathered his stuff into the bag.

  Picking up the lead, he tugged firmly forcing her to follow him up the stairs.

  “Which room?”

  “Straight ahead.”

  He pushed open the door and led her inside.

  “Kneel down on the bed,” he ordered.

  Eleanor obeyed while Matthew undressed. Fastening the loop end of the lead to the bedpost, he got a harness out of his bag, pushing her forward a little; he put it around her hips. It was velvet soft against her skin and even though she was anchored to the bed, Eleanor relaxed. Kneeling behind her, holding each of the harness handles in his hands, Matthew took up the slack, holding her firmly in front of him.

  “Lean forward. You’re wearing the collar and lead, so I’m going to fuck you hard, doggie. You’re going to love it so much, you’ll be screaming for more.”

  Leaning forward, she allowed Matthew to resettle her weight in the harness and enter her from behind. Bracing herself against the bed she managed to get one of her hands to her clit as he
fucked her doggie with powerful, deep thrusts made possible by the harness. He certainly knows what he’s doing she thought as she felt him pounding into her. She massaged her clit with circular movements that mirrored his pace as her orgasm approached.

  She wasn’t sure about the restrictive collar, but she certainly liked the depth of penetration of cock in her cunt. The blindfold heightened her other senses, and when she climaxed, she felt his pace increase before he shot his load into her, pushing her face down into the mattress.

  Spent, Matthew dropped the handles of the harness, undid the collar from Eleanor’s neck, and gently removed the blindfold.

  “Is that your thing?” she asked. “Is that how you always like your sex?”

  She snuggled into his arms.

  “Most of the time,” he said, “I enjoy being in charge, unfortunately, many of the women I meet don’t like it, so it’s difficult to find someone to play with. I have plenty of other games if you’re willing to try a few with me. I feel sure that you and I can go a long way together.”

  Eleanor considered the last few explosive orgasms she had experienced while this man fucked her. It was true that he was probably far too old for her, but he was generous, and he’d awoken something within her previously undiscovered, she was exhausted but elated and decided that his potential far outweighed the disadvantages of his age and sexual preferences. She still suspected that he had set her up on the first night they met, but the sex had been fantastic. Yes, overall, not bad at all she thought, making her decision and nodding in answer to his question, she burrowed down in his arms to sleep.

  Much later, Eleanor heard the phone ringing, heard the click as the answerphone picked up the call, heard her own voice announcing her absence, and heard the click again as the caller hung up without leaving a message. Moments later, she heard her mobile ringing followed by the ping of a text.

  Julie snapped her phone shut, dropping it back into her bag. Dammit. She had been trying to contact Eleanor since the dance. It was unusual for her not to answer her mobile. Still, even though there was no point in leaving another message on the landline, she’d sent a text, Eleanor was sure to pick that up. Julie decided that she was probably overreacting in any case, after all, it was unlikely that all the gossip she’d heard about Squadron Leader Fletcher was true. Idle chitchat was rife on the base and invariably exaggerated. He would have to be crazy to indulge in that sort of behaviour so close to home and with base personnel. None the less, if Eleanor didn’t contact her by tomorrow, she would call around to the house and leave a note. Meanwhile, she may as well go and relax for the evening. There was nothing more she could do tonight.

  oOo

  When she awoke the next day Eleanor kept still, slowly becoming aware that her arse was bruised and painful, her wrists and ankles smarted like hell, her jaw ached, and her cunt was tingling with warmth. Realising he had left, she gingerly opened her eyes, cautiously sitting up, she looked around the room; spotting an envelope on the dressing table, she got out of bed to retrieve it. Tearing it open revealed a wallet, which held a pair of airline tickets. She popped open the flap and discovered they were for Venice, departing the following Friday, stuck on top of one of them was a post-it note that read:

  I’ll collect you at midday, don’t be late, I’ve booked us into a beautiful hotel on the Lido de Venezia, pack appropriate clothing for a long weekend, in and out of bed.

  Smiling, she put the tickets safely into her handbag, removed her new bracelet, and went downstairs to clear up. This is going to be quite a journey, she thought as she surveyed the detritus of the previous evening.

  When she checked her mobile, Eleanor saw that Julie had left a message.

  I’ve been trying to ring you for days, where are you? Please call me when you get this, love Julie x.

  It’s been a hectic few days, sorry I haven’t been in touch, I can meet you this evening if you like - after my shift x. Eleanor pressed send.

  Ok. See you at nine at Hunter’s Bar.

  oOo

  “Darling, at last. What have you been up to for the last few days? I’ve been beside myself,” said Julie, giving Eleanor a warm hug.

  “Oh, I’ve had a busy few days at work, and I had a couple of dates with Matthew, we went to the park, he came to dinner. You know…the usual sort of stuff.”

  “Hmmm, I see, well, you just be careful around Squadron Leader Fletcher. I’ve heard that he plays the field and can be a bit of a handful, I’d feel dreadful if he hurt you, Eleanor. After all, if I hadn’t insisted that you come to the dance the other night, you’d probably never have met him.”

  “How strange,” said Eleanor, “he’s been a perfect gentleman with me.”

  No matter how much she wanted to talk about Matthew, she had decided that she wasn’t going to share her recent experiences with anyone. Some things are best kept private she thought, with a pang of guilt about deceiving her friend.

  Unaware of Eleanor’s discomfort, Julie blithely continued. “Loaded you know, absolutely loaded. His parents were massively wealthy, and when they died, they left everything to Matthew. Bob says that he has invested it wisely, filthy rich apparently, so as I said at the dance, lucky old you. If you can handle him.”

  “He’s lovely, a real sweetie. He’s taking me to Venice this weekend, and I’m looking forward to it. Honestly, he’s an absolute pussycat. I’m sure that any gossip you’ve heard has been from disgruntled old flames or something like that.”

  “Hmm, methinks that you protest a little too much,” said Julie. “Aren’t you worried about the age difference, Eleanor? He is sixty if he’s a day, that’s such a big gap, darling.”

  “For goodness sake, Julie, we’re having a few dates, enjoying ourselves, there’s nothing more to it than that. You know that I like keeping my options open, please don’t go on about it, it’s boring. Anyway, let’s change the subject. I’m sure that you’ve got loads to tell me, how’s Bob getting on at work since his promotion?”

  “Very well, darling, we’ll change the subject, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know where I am if it all ends in tears. You tend to be such a poor judge, darling, you know I only have your best interests at heart,” sighed Julie, pouring them each a glass of red wine and settling down for the rest of the evening.

  Eleanor couldn’t help thinking about Julie’s words, the fact that her friend was so worried meant that she set store by the gossip, and Eleanor knew from her own experience with Matthew that some of it was likely to be true. On the other hand, why worry? There was no harm done so far, and she liked him. Anyway, she could look after herself. Snapping back to the present, she sipped her wine and tried to concentrate on Julie’s chatter.

  oOo

  Matthew didn’t get in touch again until the morning of their departure, which was a blessing because Eleanor had to work extra shifts in order to call in a few favours and get cover for the weekend. She had also busied herself shopping for new underwear and a few items of clothing, which she had packed neatly into her weekend bag, no doubt he’d planned everything else; she shivered with anticipation.

  Arriving promptly to collect her in a taxi, Matthew complimented her warmly as he helped her into the car. Eleanor had chosen wide legged gunmetal grey trousers with a matching jacket, a soft red jumper and boots, she had tied her hair back into a sweet ponytail, which bobbed about as she moved, wearing the barest touch of makeup, her signature scent filled his senses as she settled into the seat. Taking her hand in his, Matthew felt proud, noticing the appreciative eyes of the driver in the mirror, constantly glancing back at Eleanor as he drove to the airport.

  oOo

  As their flight descended to the Venetian runway of Marco Polo Airport, Eleanor marvelled at all the tiny islets, nestled in the Lagoon settlement and the numerous vessels bustling the waterways. They arrived while it was still light, and the hotel had sent a private launch, which was waiting to transfer them from the airport for their
stay. Eleanor had been to Venice before and had thought it magnificent, her memory hadn’t played tricks on her, she was breathless with awe as the vessel gathered speed and whizzed them past the iconic vistas to the hotel.

  Eleanor surveyed the surroundings of the superb hotel with undisguised awe, surrounded by stunning gardens, lush with colourful, flourishing plants, an inner courtyard flowing water, led to a set of steps, which in turn opened out into the grandeur of the hotel reception. The lobby replete with cool, marble floors, adorned with vases filled with fresh, beautiful flowers, artistically displayed, fabulous works of art were hanging on the walls, sculptures rested on plinths beneath magnificent archways, leading to the rest of the hotel.

  Situated in an area away from the busiest parts of Venice, it was the best on this island, and Matthew knew that it would be perfect for their stay. He impressed Eleanor, first by speaking fluent Italian with the clerk checking them in and then by having booked a suite that boasted two balconies overlooking the gardens, beyond which lay the sparkling Adriatic Sea.

  Once in their room, he poured them each a drink from the minibar while they waited for the porter to bring their luggage.

  “Do you like it?”

  “It’s simply lovely,” she replied, “this room is palatial,” she continued over her shoulder, opening one of the sets of double doors, and stepping out onto the balcony. The sun had dipped out of sight, and it was growing dark.

  The porter arrived with their cases, took his tip and left.

  “We’ll eat downstairs tonight,” said Matthew, “we can go out early tomorrow by launch to Piazza San Marco before it gets busy, it won’t be too crowded at this time of year. The waterbuses are okay, but they’re always packed, so we may as well take advantage of the privacy of taxis.”

  Listening from her vantage point on the balcony, Eleanor happily agreed, the taxis would take them more or less anywhere they wanted to go, they would have freedom to explore. She preferred this time of year too, this part of Europe was still warm, balmy rather than hot, she loved the last of the summer flowers, their scent hanging in the air, inhaling deeply she looked out toward the sea.