Part One.
Sarah closed her bedroom door firmly behind her, confident that Amy, her daughter, and her step-son, Simon, would not be back from the party for hours to come. She had been without a man for almost twenty years and so made the most of her alone time to fulfil some of the sexual desire that was still left burning in her loins from the memory of a man she once loved but whose life was tragically cut short.
She closed her bedroom curtains and turned on a little light Jazz on the stereo, the soft notes reverberated throughout the room, loud enough to be heard but so quiet that they didn't ruin the atmosphere. Sarah darted lightly across her room, lighting candles as she went and enjoying the relaxing tones of the music, she felt it a tiny bit strange that the highlight of her week would involve an hour alone, on her bed with a bottle of wine and a vibrator but she had looked forward to it for far too long to let that bother her now.
With the candles finally lit and the lights turned out the room took on an atmosphere of dulled pleasures, the flickering of the candles danced as erratically as Sarah's excited heartbeat and projected soft light across the whole room. Eager to get the atmosphere just right Sarah continued to prepare her room, she poured herself a deep glass of red wine and sprayed a small plume of perfume into the air above her bed. She was almost ready.
She walked gently towards the bathroom and allowed her silk robe to fall softly to the ground as she admired her naked body in the full length dress mirror. She enjoyed the fact that she had a body as attractive as that of a woman fifteen years her junior; she had the well shaped body of a twenty-five year old but with a poise and elegance that befitted her forty-two years. The thought it strange that she could get so much enjoyment from looking upon her own body, but she knew it was a good body and it was the product of a lot of hard work, she deserved to enjoy every inch of what she saw.
She turned on her heels and walked slowly back into her bedroom, making sure to close the bathroom light behind her, she didn't want any artificial light to make its way into her recently prepared love nest. She walked around the edge of her bed, revelling in the feeling that her nudity gave her and already becoming moist with the anticipation of what was to come.
There was only one thing left to prepare, a reminder of her late husband, her lover and her master. She opened the top drawer of her bedside table and removed a large, ornately handled key from a tin box hidden within its depths. Almost without constant thought she drifted towards the ottoman where the last vestiges of her sex life were kept. She turned the key slowly in the lock, the anticipation only adding to the excitement, she knew exactly what she would find inside the ottoman but was turning the key as though a surprise was lurking behind the heavy oak lid. Eventually she unlocked the chest and slid the wooden lid open, revealing the most poignant reminders of her husband.
She reached into the box and withdrew four leather items from its depths. She savoured the moment as she held the items in her hands, the cuffs that she had obediently wore as her husband's slave, the bonds that symbolized, almost as much as the wedding ring that she still wore, that she was totally and utterly devoted to him.
She placed the leather on the bed and leant down to affix the first cuff to her ankle, revelling in the sense of restriction it still gave and enjoying the slight weight caused by the leather ring that it carried. She quickly affixed the second ankle restraint, followed by her wrist cuffs and finally the black leather choker, still as tight as the day she had first put it on when finally she submitted to her lover. The very sensation of having the cuffs so tightly affixed was enough to send a shudder of arousal throughout Sarah's body, even though the cuffs were not attached to anything and she was as free as if she was still naked she still felt as though she was being restrained.
She reclined her body onto the silky sheets of her bed and enjoyed the texture that lay beneath her naked skin. The cuffs were such a tangible reminder to the life she had once had and she couldn't help but feel safer when she was wearing them, as though her husband was holding her. She lay almost motionless for twenty minutes before she could take it no longer. She reached back into her bedside drawer and pulled a vibrator towards her body.
Although she felt as though she would orgasm any moment she allowed herself a few more minutes to tantalize herself and bring her as close to the edge as she thought possible. She turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting, comforted by its gentle hum. Slowly she let it slide over her nipples and down her stomach towards her glistening pussy. She had always enjoyed the way her husband could keep her on the brink of an orgasm for hours but felt that her own self control was lacking and that it was not going to be possible to repeat his skilled performance.
The last vestiges of her control finally faded and she ran the vibrator across her burning womanhood, turning it up to its highest setting as she did. Briefly the toy slid over her clit, almost enough to bring her to orgasm right then and there, but she managed to hold it off for a little while longer whilst she slid the device with ease into her expectant pussy. She felt the vibrations reverberate throughout her womanhood, her face became flushed and she felt as though she would go at any moment. She moved her spare hand down between her legs and very gently brushed her manicured fingers against her swollen clit, it was all the arousal she needed and she convulsed into a powerful orgasm, her body rocking and flailing as she felt waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She tied to hold the vibrator in but it was too much and she let it fall between her legs, now limp with pleasure. She could barely move.
She felt as though her body had melted, she lay in a heap on the bed, every fibre of her body tingling with pleasure and her heart beating heavily in her chest. The jazz on the stereo was inaudible over the sound of Sarah's desperate panting, trying to catch her breath as though she had just run a marathon. Her glistening body would have been an amazing sight to behold if only anyone could have seen it, every inch of her frame was sparkling with the light mist of sweat and her face wore the smile of a woman who knew only pleasure, she was in heaven.
After a while she regained control of her body and twisted herself into a seated position on her bed. She took a deep swig of the wine she had prepared earlier and attempted to stand up. Her legs were still weak from the sheer force of her orgasm and she sat herself back down on the bed, allowing herself a little more time to recuperate. She slowly removed the cuffs and the collar that she was wearing and threw them dismissively onto the bed, what she really needed was a shower.
She stood up, this time her legs took her weight, and headed towards the bathroom. She switched on the light, the brightness of which left her temporarily blinded, but she soon recovered. She looked at herself in the dress mirror, she looked even better than before, her cheeks were rosy with the exhilaration she had just enjoyed and the light beads of sweat on her body reminded her of the sheer exertion an orgasm could undertake.
She turned on the water of the shower and stepped under its pleasant stream, she felt as though being cleansed after an almost religious experience and intended to stay under the hot shower for as long as she could bear, letting the gentle splashing of the water envelope her mind and block out the sounds of everyday life.
Part Two.
Amy turned her key in the lock and slowly opened the front door. It was barely ten thirty when the two arrived but they were cautious not to disturb Sarah who they thought was probably already asleep. Simon headed into the kitchen to prepare some coffee for the two, they hadn't had much to drink but it seemed as though coffee always took the edge off when the morning came around.
"I'm just going upstairs," Amy whispered to her half-brother, "Just want to check if mom's asleep yet."
"Okay," replied Simon in hushed tones, equally cautious not to wake the woman who had raised him as her own. He sat down at the kitchen table as his sister trailed off into the darkness towards the stairs.
She quickly reached her mother's room and knocked gently on the door; she wanted to check that she was alright but didn't want to disturb her if she was sleeping. There was no reply and there was barely any light escaping from under the door so Amy cautiously swung the door open to see if her mother was inside. The light of the candles strained her eyes for a moment but she soon regained her senses and stepped into her mother's room, the smell of perfume still hanging in the air.
