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Erotic Fiction Edition Six - The Art of Silk Surrender
🕑 Added 2024-02-17 23:00:02 +0000 UTCThe Art of Silk Surrender
It was a long way, but Aurora and I were so utterly captivated by each other that we actually walked the whole way to my parents’ home after class that night. We walked through the cool, evening air, in our light, summery clothing, and we were still flushed warm with the joy and the passion of our bonding.
The flaps of my overshirt tugged open frequently, displaying my satin camisole quite clearly for all to see, but I very quickly became immune to embarrassment over this fact, since the silk and leather clad vision of a goddess walking beside me drew every glance from every eye, male or female, young, old, and perhaps even from other planes of existence. I understood I could have been completely nude, or dressed as a six foot tall panda bear for that matter, and not a single soul would have known or cared.
My love and I spent the time in constant conversation. We had so much to know of each other, so much to share with each other. We grabbed whole paragraphs from each other at a time, greedily digesting how our lives had led us to this indescribable blessing of union. We giggled like schoolgirls; we postured and challenged each other like locker room jocks; we were hushed in profound moments of deep revelation, and overwhelmed with torrents of laughter at the silliest bits of nothing.
I came to know my Aurora was 5’11” tall, a very mature 22 years of age, from a family consisting of her white father and her Chinese mother, and assorted aunts and uncles and cousins and so on from both sides. An only child, she had been born in America. Her mother, originally from Shanghai, was brought by her parents to the US at the age of four, and had met and married her husband while at university here.
It was at the ripe old age of eleven when Aurora found out a major component of her parents’ lives centered around her mother’s joyously sexual domination of her very willingly submissive father. Aurora had been discovered playing tie-up games with a couple of her childhood playmates, and her mother, ever the dutiful instructress, had revealed to her young daughter the existence of the world that they all came to know and love. Much as my home had been comfortable with a matter-of-fact acceptance of being naked, Aurora had grown with the sense of bondage and role playing as a sensual expression of love in a relationship as the most natural and joyous of things.
Her instruction never involved crossing the line into being brought in on her parents’ activities directly, although she admitted that her mother had revealed her father to her a few times in a state of blindfolded, naked bondage just to reassure her. More often, Aurora was taught that being tied up was a special treat for excellence in other areas of her life. If she had done particularly well in school, she was taken excitedly to a shop in Chinatown and rewarded with the gift of a beautiful new kimono or cheongsam; if she had been discovered having performed some act of kindness or generosity of spirit, she might get the supreme privilege of combing through her mother’s bondage collection and choosing a bondage position into which she could be tied for a pampered evening in the noble privacy of her room. Aurora, thus, became utterly obsessed with being the best she could be as a student, as an athlete, as a person in general, and she longed for and deeply appreciated the chance to have ropes and scarves and the other paraphernalia of bondage and submission applied to her satin clad or naked body by a loving dominant. She had sought out the local scene, and had some experience with the sexual component directly, but she had not yet ever found a partner she had any real chemistry with. She admitted, with tears in her eyes, how long she had been praying for a chance to meet someone like me, or rather . . . ME. At this, we had to stop a moment, and share a tear-filled embrace right there on the sidewalk, then walked on most of the rest of the way, hand in hand, in grateful, happy silence.
I mused how it would work out that we seemed so right for each other, and yet were so clearly both craving the role of a sensual submissive. I gazed at her quiet, panther-like form gliding through the night at my side, her loose cascade of hair dancing in the soft, autumn breeze against the occasional glow of a street lamp, and it suddenly became all very, very simple. I could be happy tying her up. And I knew she could be happy tying me. We could be all things to each other in a true partnership, because even in a dominant role, we were still bound, still tied, still utterly captive to each other’s needs and passions. If she needed me to throw her to the bed and strap her down and take her in a display of brute, animal strength, I could do it and do it with great, loving gusto. And, I was supremely confident in her capacity to channel her mother’s dominant nature when my heart longed for that feeling of utter surrender.
And, I also knew that our needs, our joys and our comfortable, open seeking would take us, arm in arm, into many exciting and fulfilling adventures together as well. Working together under Joanna’s firm, loving domination and guidance would be only the first of many steps into a world of sensual explorations and satisfactions neither one of us could even dream of. There would be risk, there would be dangers. There would be unimaginable thrills, and pure, transcendent joys. And we would face it all together.
We arrived home, and, in silent understanding, stopped in the foyer and ceremonially removed every stitch of each other’s clothing, until we stood glowing and naked, ready to embrace our new lives together. Taking her fingers again, I gave her a quick tour of the house, embellishing the simple experience with small details of my life growing up in such a cozy, loving home. We ended up out on the back patio, and we let the cool night air raise the pleasant sensation of goosebumps all over as we stuck toes into the water of the pool and debated taking a midnight dip.
Deciding to save that for later, Aurora dragged me excitedly back inside as she reminded me I had gowns and robes to model for her. I grabbed my new wardrobe, and led her back into my parents’ bedroom, so we would have more space and the use of my mother’s full length mirrors. As I slipped in and out of each satin garment, Aurora fell more and more into the role of a dominant partner, admiring and critiquing each piece, and how it fell across the line of my naked body, and blended or contrasted with my skin tone and coloring. She finally got around to asking me how it all seemed to be so perfect, and I revealed my encounter with Tracy at the lingerie shop, indicating her business card as it lay where I had set it down on my mother’s dressing table. Aurora fingered it bemusedly, and then announced in a firm, clear voice, “It’s time for you to be tied.”
I found myself swallowing hard, despite my love for her and eagerness to have exactly that done to me. This would be the first time the love of my life would be taking control of me, and I was deeply moved, and more than a little nervous.
She slid the spaghetti straps of my gown off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, a liquid pool of heaven across the tops of my trembling feet. I stood naked again in front of her, and she circled me, ready to possess her prey. All concern over her ability to be dominant vanished as I stole glances at her long, lean, lithe naked form preparing to take me as her own. At last, she spoke again. “You have something for me to tie you with?”
Speechless at her power, I meekly pointed to my mother’s scarf drawer. Aurora slowly stepped to it, slid it open, and smiled a deep, rich grin filled with hunger and approval. She scooped out the entire pile of silk fabric, laid it across the bed much as I had done that first time, and selected the first instrument of my surrender.
Rolling a beautiful, satin square, she approached me and let it slide seductively across my aching shoulders and down my chest, not giving me a clue as to how she was going to proceed. I instinctively crossed my wrists behind my back in anticipation, but she ignored this and bent down to my feet. Easing my feet out of the fallen gown, she tossed it aside, and quickly lashed my ankles together, and cinched the tie neatly. I was caught. Still really free, I could have easily bent down and untied myself, but I honestly admitted to myself, she might as well have locked me in irons for all the chance I had to escape.
She moved back away and grabbed another scarf, as I stood there, nude and shivering, suddenly cold, even in the warm air of the bedroom. She applied this bond to just below my knees, then went back and selected another. In this way, one by one, she worked up my legs, and finally moved to attend to my awaiting wrists. Uncrossing them behind me, she pushed them palm to palm, then lashed them firmly together. Yanking my elbows tight, she welded them together, then several bonds imprisoned my arms to my torso.
With surprising ease, she guided my naked, utterly bound form to the edge of the bed, and laid me down across it, with my head near the top on my father’s side. She quickly tied my ankles to the opposite corner, and I was stretched diagonally across the wide, satin bed cover. I swallowed again, trying to quell my excitement, and finally managed to notice that I was sporting the hardest erection I had ever felt in my life.
She stood back and admired her handiwork, and I finally found my voice. “Are you going to gag me?” She smiled wickedly, and shook her head. “Not just yet, my silky, naked prisoner. We have a small job to do first.” I licked my lips in anticipation, and the first thought I had was that she was going to have me give her another orgasm orally, but she moved away, and I became puzzled. She picked up Tracy’s business card suddenly, and began fingering it, deep in thought. I believe we both came to the same idea at the identical moment, and she smiled, and I shivered and groaned in embarrassment.
“I think we should pay your friend another visit. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve a treat for how well you handled the rack this evening. Why don’t we just ring her up and see if she’s working tomorrow?”
“What? Now? It’s . . .”
She allowed herself the joy of flashing a stern look of mock disappointment at me. “Oh, come now. She’s obviously a woman of the world. If she’s prepared to wait on you in such a manner in her public shop, she surely won’t mind one teeny, tiny phone call after hours to arrange another appointment. Hmmm?”
I said nothing. She moved around the bed, and picked up the telephone on the night table on my father’s side, and laid it down on the bed beside my head. She picked up the handset, laid it next to my ear, and let me hear the dial tone. It rang through my head as if it were an air raid siren. I heard her punch in the numbers as she read the card in her other hand, then she held the receiver to my ear and mouth so I could make my phone call.
Utterly mortified, I heard the ringing at the other end, and, after a long, agonizing ordeal of anticipation, I heard Tracy’s voice mumble a sleepy and confused greeting. With her free hand, Aurora applied a grip on my balls with just enough pressure to let me know she was serious, so I cleared my throat and spoke up.
“Hi, Tracy. This is Danny. The tall guy from your shop yesterday? That’s right. No, everything’s great. Everything’s just wonderful. I love every single piece you selected for me. . . . Listen, I’m terribly sorry for calling so late . . . Oh, really? But still, we hardly know each other, and it’s not really very considerate . . . yes, well, I suppose that’s true. You have seen me in rather intimate conditions, but . . . well, the reason I’m calling . . . I met someone . . . no, really, this is very special. A very special someone. I was showing her what I got from your store and she suggested that we might come in some time and possibly do some more purchasing. . . . Oh, really? You’re in tomorrow? That’s great.”
Aurora nodded her approval, then took the phone away from my head and covered the mouthpiece. “Tell her exactly what condition you’re in right now before you hang up. Tell her all about yourself, or you will surely regret it, my little slave.”
Without further comment, she put the phone back to my face, and resumed her iron grip on my private parts. I heard Tracy prattling on about how excited she was to take care of me and my new lover, and I waited for a pause to resume my little presentation. “That’s great. We’re both really looking forward to working with you tomorrow then. . . . Um . . .” Aurora glared at me in mock anger, urging me to dare to take the next step forward.
“Um, I just thought I should mention . . . You see, I kind of do some modeling sometimes. You know, for art classes . . . Well, thank you. I appreciate that. It’s kind of you to say so. Yes. I’ve done it for a few years now. I guess it means I am pretty relaxed with my body and all . . . I don’t really know how to say this, so I guess I should just come out and do it. It’s . . . it’s . . . well a part of what we do is . . . you know, bondage-type stuff . . . yes, that’s right. It means I get tied up from time to time, and I thought you should know in case it would . . . um, help you with what we might like to add to our wardrobes. If you know what I mean. . . . Really? Oh, well, then, I guess I’m glad I brought it up. As a matter of fact . . don’t take this the wrong way, but, I’m actually tied up right now. Yes, quite thoroughly tied up. My . . . partner is holding the phone for me so I can talk with you. . . . . . . Really? Oh, well, that’s good . . I mean, that’s nice. Or, well, you know. Hmmmm? . . . Oh, okay. That’s a good idea. No, that’s a very good idea. We’ll see you then. Great. I can’t wait to introduce you to her. And . . . again, sorry for calling so late, and to bring up such things out of the blue. Okay. Bye then.”
Aurora smiled a deep, satisfied grin, and set the phone back in its place. She gazed down at me with a mixture of pride and pleasure, and waited for my report. “She’s okay with the bondage theme. She suggested we come by just before closing tomorrow, and she can give us some private attention that can help us more freely.” Despite the fact that Tracy had actually sounded excited at my little revelations, I felt pink all over in a wave of tingling embarrassment. I had just confessed to a relative stranger that I was in the middle of a sexual bondage scene with a new and deeply cherished lover. Where was this all leading me? My angel gazed down at me with such joy and pride, that the shock of nerves quickly morphed into a glow of arousal.
“There you go. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I swallowed darkly, and she laughed from the depths of her diaphragm and slithered on top of me. “You definitely deserve a reward for that little performance.” She eased herself down onto my rigid member, and all at once, the embarrassment of my ordeal exploded from my mind as I felt the warmth of her silky passage gripping me with welcoming joy. She rode my bound, helpless body with a sensitive skill that took me closer and closer, teasing and stimulating me by turns to draw out and heighten my excitement to a positively dizzying altitude. Her body rocked and possessed me. Her hair flew and danced around us, caressing my helpless, naked flesh and framing her smooth, white skin in perfect contrast.
At last, utterly in tune with and completely in control of my absolute limit of endurance, she leaned down hard, kissing me, pressing her breasts into my chest, and gripping my cock with her strong, loving inner muscles, and I exploded into her in the longest, hardest orgasm I have ever had in my life. I felt her body rock in pleasure as I was finally exhausting my ejaculation, and we bucked and rolled together in utter communion.
A long, blissful moment, and she slowly eased herself off of my softening member, and slid down beside me. She reached around, gathered up an edge of the satin bed cover, and dragged it across our naked bodies. We settled in to a deep, cozy sleep together, entwined in silk and her satiny, naked limbs and torso; and she draped her long, black tresses across our faces to block out the light neither one of us had the ability to get up and turn off. I drifted off into unconsciousness, inhaling the sweet, flowery fragrance of her silken hair, instinctively rocking my head slightly to heighten the way its satiny glory kissed and caressed the skin of my face.
That night, I dreamt of floating in my lover’s arms, flying through the cool, night air and the moonlight, in an utterly fulfilling haze of white skin and black, flowing satin whipping around us. It was simply, indescribably wonderful.
When I awoke, I found that Aurora had been busy. She had changed my bondage to a simple, somewhat relaxed hog tie, and had blindfolded me and tucked me into the bed under the covers between the satin sheets. My head was cozily propped with a pillow, and I felt purely loved and secure.
I heard her footsteps padding about the room, and then, as she became aware of me having woken up, felt her weight on the bed as she crawled in to embrace me. She dove under the covers and began planting sweet, soft kisses all over my helplessly bound body.
“Mmmm. You were wonderful,” I managed to moan. Her lips nestled into mine in response, and I felt the electricity of her sweet kiss possess me as I realized her hands were releasing me from my bonds. My legs sprang free and I stretched them out, then my hands were released and I shifted my weight around to wrap my arms around her happily. She slid my blindfold up without bothering to untie it, and we gazed deeply into each other’s eyes for a timeless moment, utterly in love.
“I could lie like this forever,” I purred. “Except I sort of could use a trip to the bathroom.” We convulsed in laughter together, and she shoved me out of the bed in mock disgust, and I fell in a naked heap on the soft carpet, still cackling in delight.
I watched her watch me pick myself up and dash to the bathroom, and she slithered around on the sheets, enjoying the soft feel against her skin as poor substitute for my sudden absence.
As I emerged again, she was up, and she tossed me one of my new robes, and slid into the other one herself. We embraced again, now clad in glorious silk, and silently headed for the kitchen to find breakfast.
We had a cozy meal out on the patio, silently thanking the mild September morning air for still allowing us to roam about in nothing or next to nothing, and then settled into a lounger in each other’s arms again. “This is really a beautiful spot, Danny. You’re so lucky to have it for us.” I nodded, and thought of the two of us having to cram into my apartment together. I resolved to encourage my parents to take many, many more of these trips in future. To break my mood, I suggested we finally go for a swim.
Without further urging, Aurora jumped up, flung off the robe, and dove straight into the water, cutting the surface like a glistening marlin in the open sea. Not surfacing until she reached the far end, she turned back to me and beamed in delight. I rose, slipped out of my robe, and walked to the water, and waded in. We spent the rest of the morning frolicking in the pool, two naked bodies becoming further united as one complete soul.
At last, my eyes happened upon a stray piece of rope hanging forgotten in the old maple tree, obviously left over from the party the previous weekend, and I realized it was my turn to take charge.
Enticing Aurora out of the water, I led her over to the tree, ostensibly to show her something, and then grabbed the rope from the branch and eased her back against the trunk of the tree. Catching my intent immediately, she grinned broadly, and extended her arms back around for me. I quickly lashed her tightly to the tree, and stepped back to admire her, and to assess my handiwork.
“There. That should hold you for a second. I’ll be right back with some more to make sure you stay right where I put you like a good little girl.”
She watched me dash into the house, and playfully tested the strength of the ropes holding her wrists firmly behind the tree. I hurried back, knowing I was still the novice at being the tying one, and didn’t want to give her the impression I wouldn’t be able to bind her securely. The look on her face as I lashed her ankles together was so enthralling, I again wondered who was really prisoner of whom. She shivered with delight as her nude, wet body was bound tighter and tighter against the rough bark of the big tree. Her wet hair clung hungrily to her naked back and gripped her firm buttocks almost as eagerly as my own fingers wanted to do.
At last, I stepped back and surveyed my work again, and she pouted at me girlishly. “Aren’t you going to at least give me a crotch rope?” Puzzled about this for a moment, I finally slapped my forehead at being so dense, and figured out what she was looking for.
As I wrapped the rope around her middle, she shyly pointed out that a couple of well-placed knots in the rope would make a world of difference for her, and I understood and made the required adjustment. As I tugged the rope, now with strategically placed lumps on it, deeper into her groin, she shuddered, moaned and sank into the bonds, and I decided, with a laugh of delight, that I had gotten it right. I tied it off against the loop around her middle, and she moaned again happily. “This will not do. We do have neighbors to consider,” I chided. Reaching for a knotted cotton pillowcase, I jammed the knot into her hungry mouth, and secured it behind her head. Her groans had become thoroughly muffled grunts, and I patted her puffed out cheek tenderly. “Now you can make all the noise you want, and it’s our little secret.”
A second pillowcase across her eyes, and she was suddenly lost into her own private world of pleasure and submission. I reached down and kissed each of her nipples until they were hard enough to cut glass with, then sauntered back to my lounge chair, to have a nap and savor some measure of pride in my first time of tying someone up. I sank back into the soft cushions, and was able to sleep naked in the open air, content in the knowledge that, mere yards away, the love of my life was somehow watching over me despite, or perhaps actually empowered by her state of nude, bound, blindfolded bliss.
I slept soundly, peacefully, and gathered my strength for the trip that lay ahead. My return visit, and our first shopping mission together, as a couple, to see Tracy at the lingerie store.
Only now, she would have had time to prepare for my visit, and she was much more knowledgeable of the direction my life was taking.
What lay ahead? I didn’t know. But I knew it would be something memorable.
