Two years ago, when we first became lovers, Tess and I were both relatively inexperienced sexually; I was only her third partner, and she was my fourth. And though I tried to be a considerate, attentive partner, it became apparent after a few sessions of love-making that I was not able to make her come. At twenty-three, I had never encountered this problem before — probably owing more to luck than skill.

We finally talked about it and Tess admitted, with some embarrassment, that she had never had an orgasm. She had often faked one, she said, to please her lovers.

I contemplated my lovely partner. Her large green eyes were downcast, and her soft brown hair flowed gently over her shoulders as she hugged her knees to her chest. I wanted very much to please her, but I was a fairly shy and serious young man, not given to discussing sex with the guys or viewing porno tapes. I preferred quiet activities like reading.

Reading? Now wait a minute. Hadn’t I recently read something about this? In a detective novel? I now remembered that the hero of the book had encountered a similarly unfortunate lady, and wound up giving her a series of explosive orgasms simply by handcuffing her to the headboard of the bed!

While I had found that passage arousing, bondage had never really been one of my fantasies. I viewed myself as a softer, more romantic lover. But, clearly, that approach wasn’t working here. I sat on the bed watching Tess’s freckle-splashed face as she stared sadly into the distance, and wondered if I dared suggest bondage.

“Tess, I have an idea,” I began. “But you have to trust me.”

She lifted her eyes and stared straight at me. “I want to come with you. What do you want me to do?”

“Just relax and let me take care of everything,” I said, reaching for my trousers. Then I slowly, deliberately withdrew my soft web belt from the loops. Her eyes fastened on the belt, but she said nothing. Was I imagining it, or was her breathing getting more rapid?

“Give me your hands,” I ordered, not daring to look her in the eye. Tess held them out, and I crossed one of her wrists over the other, then fastened them together with the belt. Shifting my position, I eased her down on the bed and stretched her arms over her head, buckling them securely to the brass bars. Her eyes were filled with nervous anticipation, and her lips were parted. Her bound hands clutched at thin air.

But now that I had my captive beauty, what should I do with her? I couldn’t remember the rest of the sequence from the book! As she hadn’t protested, I felt I could continue — as soon as I figured out what came next.

“Oh, honey,” Tess said, “I’ve never been tied up before. What are you going to do to me?”

“Anything I want!” I answered gruffly, trying to sound macho, but failing. “Is that all right?” I then said in a much softer tone, bringing a smile to her lips.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she whispered.

“Then I want to suck on those tits,”

I said, and I began to lick and suck, alternating between her nipples. I moved up a bit to nibble her neck and kiss her deeply, too. Tess began to moan louder as I rolled over on top of her. I didn’t enter her but continued to fondle and suck on her breasts. She’d always been an attentive, albeit shy lover, but now she seemed to be losing control; she was moaning and — her hips were bucking under mine.

“You’re making too much noise,” I growled. Do people really talk like that? I hadn’t a clue, but I was turned on by my power over Tess. She opened her eyes halfway to follow me as I slid up over her, dragging my erection over her tits and leaving a sticky trail on them. I straddled her face, and she eagerly seized my dick in her moist lips.

I knelt there, nearly dizzy from excitement. Then I looked down at this truly gorgeous woman frantically sucking me and felt overwhelmed. I no longer felt shy and studious, but I didn’t feel so particularly dominant, either. This lusty female below me was very clearly in charge here. I could barely control myself, much less her!

Tess whimpered as I pulled my hard-on out of her mouth and began slithering down her body. When I had positioned myself in front of her pussy, I saw that her love juices had soaked the sheets and that her clitoris was red and swollen. As Tess continued to move her hips, I braced her legs on my shoulders and gently touched my tongue to her love button. She stiffened as though lightning had struck her and held herself rigid for several seconds. I eagerly plunged in, and she wrapped her calves around my neck, pulling me closer.

The smell, taste and feel of her beautiful pussy was pure heaven. I licked and sucked like crazy, pausing occasionally to let my tongue wander up inside her as far as it could go. Her moans became cries, then shrieks. As I continued to mouth her, I became aware that her legs had me pinned to her crotch. Once again I had lost control of this scene to my frenzied lover!

I glanced up to see her staring straight down at me, her eyes wide, her mouth screaming wordlessly. I took her clitoris between my lips. Holding it firmly, I rotated my tongue around it, then proceeded to suck it.

After less than a minute of this, I felt the tension rise in her, and her entire body stiffened in her bonds. With a violent spasm, my pretty prisoner then had her very first orgasm.

I desperately needed release myself, so I climbed up between her legs and quickly entered her. I wanted this fuck to last forever, but it was not to be. After less than a dozen thrusts, she tightened and shrieked yet again, and I came explosively. I collapsed on top of her, both of us drenched with sweat and gasping for air.

I lay panting and cuddling Tess until my heartbeat dropped out of cardiac-arrest range. Then I reached up to free her, only to find that her hands were lying peacefully on the pillow.

She giggled, “Oh, love, I could have gotten loose right away. You’re not very good at tying knots! But you were so excited, and, God, so was I, that I wanted to stay bound. So I just held onto the belt for dear life.”

I laughed, but I wondered again who exactly was in charge here.

We pulled up the sheets and snuggled closer. With her eyes closed, she murmured into my shoulder, “That was so exciting, Tom. I’ve never felt anything so intense.”

I felt my shy side returning. “Could we maybe do that again sometime?” I asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Honey,” Tess said with a grin, “I seem to have gotten loose.” She stretched her hands toward the bed-posts. “Don’t let me escape!” I felt my cock stir as I fastened her wrists to the brass bars a second time.

In the two years since we first tried bondage, Tess and I have enjoyed many variations on the theme. Thanks to our experiments with bondage, the shyness we felt with each other in the early days of our relationship has evaporated. Today we speak freely about our desires and fantasies. Thus it is that I can ask Tess to tie me up when I’m in the mood for that, and she in turn can openly state her need to be fucked in the ass while bound to a table or spread-eagled on our bed. Bondage? It’s beautiful.