She was a big girl, five foot seven or eight in her stocking feet, and on a good day she weighed in at 170 or 172 pounds. Her second or third serious boyfriend teased that she was built less for speed – more for comfort – and she had the 38-D chest to prove it. Early in that relationship she complained that she ought to shed 20 pounds, and the boyfriend told Kat he would throw her out of bed if she ever tried it.
On his last visit to Arizona her Uncle Artie from New York told Katherine that he liked his women zaftig. "Back east you could be the hit of the Bronx. And I have to tell you that Woody Allen who is not only a personal friend but a great film maker would cast you as his girlfriend in his next movie, if only you move back east with me." And then Uncle Artie gave Kat an affectionate pat on the ass to prove his point.
Katherine aka Kat had grown up in California. There, all her relatives had told her the same thing. "What a pretty face – if only you would lose 20 or 30 pounds you could be in the movies."
Denis found Katherine on the Internet at a bondage site he had been trolling with success for years. Kat was a self-described bi-curious newbie submissive with a preference for all things anal. Denis's read her profile and his cock got stiff just thinking about the possibilities.
Denis sent Kat a bondage story and closed his e-mail message with the offer, "let's have coffee some Saturday morning... check out the chemistry... see what happens." The story aroused Kat's curiosity, left her with a very wet pussy, had her reaching for her vibrator. She had to check this new guy out.
Over coffee at Starbucks Denis told her she looked like the actress Kathleen Turner, only younger and with decent tits. Kat appreciated the complement. But when she complained that she was a big girl, that she ought to lose 20 pounds, Denis stopped her. She remembered how he went on to tell her, "and I like you exactly the way you are." What Kat appreciated most was that he was talking to her, looking straight into her eyes, not talking to her chest.
And Denis? What of Denis? He was about 15 years older, two inches taller, and five or seven pounds lighter. In several southern states and parts of rural Utah, he was old enough to be her father, or at least marriage-eligible kin.
Kat took him home with her that first morning, got him past the guard at her gated and well protected community, then into her unit.
"Where and how do we begin," Kat asked as she double locked the front door.
"In your bedroom... all of your clothes off, please... and leave your bra for last."
Kat undressed slowly, not really putting on a show, but giving Denis a chance to enjoy her body. Taking her bra off last was an interesting variation – most guys went for her tits before they were barely past the front door.
"Let's start with a variation of the classic seated tie." Denis told her when she was butt naked. "I want you very accessible, with your legs open wide." Denis positioned Kat in the chair, with her legs up and over the arms. He used four ropes, two on each side, to tie her thighs and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. She could see herself in her bedroom mirror and she was wide open. The night before they met, at Denis's request Kat had trimmed her pubic hair to a short stubble.
Over coffee that morning Kat asked him, "You didn't want me to shave my pussy?" Denis thought for a moment, then replied, "No, not just now. Maybe we'll save that for another time. But I do want to see you, all of you. I want to see what I'm doing when we're playing."
That was fine with Kat. She could wait for Denis to shave her pussy. Besides, she didn't want to have to shave her kitty on a regular basis, or to put up with the itching as her pubic hair grew back in. And it was nice to know he wanted to see her kitty.
Denis took the gear out of his case and spread it on her dresser. First came the 18 inch ruler which Kat guessed Denis might use on her breasts or the insides of her thighs. Next was the roll of two inch wide self stick Ace-bandage.
"I was thinking of using this on your beasts. You've seen the picture of the woman – the one I sent you of the woman with the Ace bandages on her tits and the dreamy look on her face. Well, I want to try it something like that, using this self-stick bandage. Not, to worry, it comes off easily. I was thinking seven or eight turns on each of your big boobs, not to tight, but enough to increase their sensitivity. That should be just about right."
Katherine had told Denis over coffee that her boobs had been tied once before, and it made her nipples incredibly sensitive. Kat shivered just thinking about it what it would be like this time.
Finally Denis took out four more items: a blindfold, black in color, with an elastic head band; a bottle of flexible ear plugs, yellow in color, the kind they sell to people who work in noisy places or have trouble sleeping at night; a regular Ace bandage; and a pair of regulation police handcuffs. Kat wasn't sure what the additional bandage was for, if he already had the roll of self stick.
"Now, time for me to get busy," Denis told her in a cheerful tone of voice.
He cuffed Kat's wrists and then told her to put her hands behind her neck, her elbows back, her large breasts thrust forward. She watched as Denis began to wrap her left breast, seven or eight turns, and then to cut off the end of the bandage with a barber's scissor. Denis didn't make it particularly tight, but from the picture Denis had sent her and her own past experience, Kat knew that over the next hour or two the color of her breasts would darken and they would become much more sensitive. She wondered how long that would take. Without asking her permission, Denis repeated the process on her right breast.
"Very pretty," Denis commented as he stepped back to admire his handy work. Then he leaned forward and kissed her left nipple. It was already sensitive as he flicked his tongue across the rock hard button.
"Hmmmmm, thank you," from Kat.
"Now, where do you keep your bath towels?"
"What for?" from Kat.
"Because I want to put one under your ass before I start working. No sense messing up your chair with all that excess pussy juice. You're going to be like a lake down there by the time I'm finished." My-oh-my, he's very sure of himself, Katherine's inner voice whispered.
Kat thought about Denis's question for only a moment. He was right, of course. Kat did tend to get very wet when aroused, and it was a very nice arm chair. "In the linen closet in the hallway."
Denis went out and came back quickly with a medium size towel.
"Now for the hard part. Just trust me."
Before he began, Denis had positioned the chair about a foot from the end of Kat's bed – or maybe it was more like 15 or 18 inches. Now he stood to one side behind the chair. Slowly he pulled it back until it rested against the bed. In that position, it was not quite like being in the stirrups at her GYN's office, but it was close enough. In an early e-mail Denis asked if Kat believed women had a G-spot. Kat didn't think the mystery spot existed. But if Denis was going to find her G-spot, this was probably the right position to be in.
Denis folded the towel in half.
"Now lift up your ass, as best you can." Kat lifted and Denis pushed and the towel went under her ass – with the front just hanging over the edge of the chair.
"Now, my sweet, I'm going to help you focus on what is about to happen. I don't want you to have any distractions. Just remember to trust me."
Denis opened the bottle of ear plugs and took out two. He moved her long hair out of the way and inserted one plug in each of Kat's ears. Next came the blindfold. Denis covered her eyes. It was quiet for a while, and then she felt him applying the Ace bandage, wrapping it around her head, covering both her ears and the blindfold, cutting out all sound and light. Kat had expressed an interest in sensory deprivation, but she didn't think this was how Denis might do it. For a moment Kat started to panic.
"Denis, please, don't leave me... "
He pressed two fingers against her lips, as if to say, "Shush, everything is going to be all right, but you have to trust me."
Kat tried to relax, to take a deep breath, to calm herself. She though she could feel the vibration of the air conditioner when it cycled back on. She tried to sense the vibration of footsteps, but Denis had obviously taken off his shoes and was walking silently around her bedroom.
Kat wasn't sure how long she sat there in the dark, feeling the beating of her heart, wondering what Denis would do next. She thought it could be five minutes or possibly ten, but it was only two minutes and 20 seconds by the clock next to her bed.
He started with an ice cube, on her left breast, directly on the areola, just under the nipple.
"Oh, my fucken' G-d," as flood of sensation of cold pain went instantly from her tit to her brain and then down to her cunt.
Kat tried to control her trembling; she knew she would die of humiliation if she lost control an peed herself the first time they were together.
She had ice on her tits before. But never before when she was tied in a chair with ear plugs in her ears, a blindfold covering her eyes, and an Ace bandage wrapped around her head for additional sight and sound control. Fortunately, Kat had a strong heart – a shock like that could kill a girl.
Afterwards, Kat remembered taking several deep breaths and trying to calm herself a second time. She took three or four very slow breaths before she was just able to start breathing normally. Now the room had closed in around her. She became part of her surroundings. There was nothing to see or to hear, but she could still feel. She wondered if this was what blind people experience on a moment by moment basis. No, they can hear – she told herself - this is very different.
What did Kat feel? First, there was the sensation of the chair. She could feel it against her back and butt. Sitting there, naked, she could feel the fabric pressed against her. Next was her position. Denis had placed her legs up and over the arms of the chair, so she was open wide. Her cunt lips, recently shorn of their protective covering of pubic fair, were clearly visible for anyone to see, although she doubted Denis had invited in the neighbors for a spot of tea and a quick peek at her pussycat. Denis had brought with him a digital camera and a tripod. She had watched as he set it up after he tied Kat into the chair. Photos for posterity, something to show the grandkids – now that was a possibility – a possibility Kat didn't really care to think about just then.
"Denis, are you there?" Silence. Nothing but silence. When you're in the dark, you look for any possible clues. "Denis, are you still here?" For a moment Kat started to panic. She told herself to focus, to think.
Finally Kat's mind drifted back to that morning at Starbucks. Denis was drinking iced coffee, his regular drink. After some small talk about her planned trip to Portland, Denis broached the subject.
"Safe words?" Denis asked, always the planner. "Did he give you a safe word, the other guy?"
"No – he only tied me up." And after a short pause, "Do I need one?"
"Probably not, since were not doing pain. But safe words are reassuring – something to have – just in case you get in over your head ---"
"What do you suggest?" from Kat.
"Red – Yellow – Green – like a traffic light –"
"I'm not sure I understand?"
"Green if you like what I'm doing – and want more of it."
"OK, makes sense," from Kat.
"Yellow if it's getting too intense, but not enough that you want to quit. Yellow gives you a pause – a time to catch your breath before I continue."
"And Red?"
"That you want me to stop, immediately, no negotiations allowed?" Denis said.
"And you'd do that?"
"If I want to be invited back, to play again."
Kat had read someplace, or some other guy had told her, that the bottom always has absolute control. Now she was beginning to understand what that really meant.
