Sarah Versus the Scenes
Chapter 2 - How Far Will You Go?
"Oh, my God, Sarah Bartowski, what were you into? And what are you getting into now?" As she stared at the contents in the upper compartment of the customized footlocker, Sarah reflected on how the name Bartowski had suddenly become much easier to say. She had literally told her husband she was his. They were role playing when she said it, but she knew it was nonetheless true. In an odd way she'd confirmed, in very raw terms, what her heart had been telling her for months when she laid herself bare for her husband today.
The large footlocker Chuck had brought into their bedroom was filled with a wide variety of sex toys and BDSM paraphernalia. The trunk was partitioned off with spaces for different kinds of items so they could be kept organized. A shallow partitioned tray laid into the top of the main compartment. One partition was empty, like it was used to place things ready to be used for a scene. Another part of the tray was filled mostly with toys and vibrators of various shapes and sizes for both sexes, and a box of sanitizing wipes to keep them clean, along with a couple of small bottles of lubricant.
The inside of the lid had spring clips mounted on it with a few short whips, paddles, and riding crops in them. She knew they'd used these things before. What had happened only short while before, and snippets of startling memories, told her so, but not to inflict serious pain on each other. They'd never taken it that far. At least that was what her mind was currently telling her.
However, a few of the items she recognized were from a time before she ever started this with Chuck, and she'd used most of those items in a much more exuberant way on more than one occasion. There was a strange dichotomy between what she clearly remembered she'd done before meeting Chuck and what she was beginning to remember she'd done with him. It appeared that she might have been holding back with him.
In one partition were several blindfolds of both leather and cloth, and an assortment of traditional restraints ranging from regular handcuffs, leg cuffs, and thumb cuffs, to a few exotic things like clamps and custom metal shackles that looked like they had been specially fitted. Some of them looked quite expensive. Just the contents of the upper tray looked like it could have cost a small fortune. It was a little shocking, especially when it occurred to her, as she looked closely at their 'toys', that she'd purchased many of these items herself at local shops and over the internet, sometimes with Chuck. It had become something of a teasing ritual between them.
Beyond the uniquely amusing contents of the trunk in front of her, Sarah was still trying to get used to the fact that she and Chuck were multi-millionaires. It'd been one of the biggest surprises she'd received upon learning the truth of her obscured past - aside from her marriage to Chuck.
Except for a couple of nice cars and frequent travel around the world, their lifestyle was generally a modest one. The most lavish thing she and Chuck had done with their living arrangements was some remodeling of the apartment, furnishings, and some very fancy computer equipment. Of course, there was also Castle, but it hadn't been used much of late, since the team had foiled Nicholas Quinn's plot to steal the Intersect and Sarah's terrible ordeal at his hands.
Chuck had sold the Buy More, and the Orange Orange had been closed long ago, replaced by an innocuous office front from which they now accessed Castle. Chuck still used the facility occasionally for contract computer security work for the government, mostly for their old boss Diane Beckman. After the incident at the concert hall, the General had seen to it that Chuck and Sarah's assets, once seized by the CIA, had been released back to them, along with a sizable reward.
Diane had also provided considerable support for Sarah's recovery, Sarah's CIA therapist being only a small part of it. All of her major medical and neurological care was being picked up by the CIA. The company satellite had been sold, along with their private Gulfstream 4, which had been replaced by a fractional business jet ownership instead. They still liked to travel around by private jet. It was one of the few truly large extravagances they allowed themselves now. Except for the intriguing extravagance in front of her, that is.
We bought all this stuff? She lifted the tray out of the trunk and set it aside on the floor, and then peered into the partitioned lower part of the trunk. Most of the bottom section was filled with more restraints of all shapes, sizes, and materials. Many of them were made of black leather, varying from simple straps of various lengths, to a single glove arm sheath and cuffs of various types for every body part and use you could imagine. There were even a couple of full body harnesses of different designs, a couple of leather hoods, and a variety of gags, including the panel gag Chuck had put on her in the memory she had related to him. It was mind boggling.
Something shiny in the locker caught her eye amongst all the items and she reached into a padded slot in one of the partitions to remove what appeared to be a very fancy polished metal collar with a very soft black leather lining. She looked into the partition again and realized almost all of the items in it were collars of various types. Some were like dog collars with spikes and even jewels around the outer circumference. Others were even more elaborate, one of them being a thick wide posture collar designed to hold the head in a strict chin up position. This one and the others looked familiar in a curiously exciting way.
Her eyes fell back onto the collar in her hand. Her name was engraved in elegant script on the smooth metal surface. Huh. I guess I must like collars.
It was really quite beautiful. The metal band was very light, about an inch wide and tapered to about a half inch thick at the center of the band. The inside circumference was flat with tight radius's on the edges, and the slightly padded leather lining protruded out about an eighth of an inch on both sides of the metal. The outer circumference had smoothly rounded edges and no apparent seams. It looked like it had been machined from a single piece of billet. And on the opposite side from her engraved name a single, small machined loop with a round flat base for attaching things confirmed it.
She turned the ring in her hands examining it closely. The only way to tell where it opened were the two very well made overlapping seams in the leather lining bisecting the ring ninety degrees from the attachment loop. There wasn't any apparent latch anywhere on the outside of it. Curiously she pulled the overlapping sections of the lining up, and there they were; two round push buttons of the same metal as the rest of the ring, set flush into the surface. She pushed both of the buttons firmly with her index fingers and the halves of the collar popped apart with a click.
Well, I solved that puzzle, she thought as she pulled the halves apart and examined them. She got up and walked, still a little unsteadily, to the full length Cheval mirror in the corner of the room and held the half with her name on it up against her throat. It fit snugly into place, naturally in the middle of her neck. As soon as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, the memory, or more correctly, memories hit her. Some of them were here at the apartment, and a couple were in places that must have been on vacations, in tropical and alpine settings. But several were clearly in Castle. Castle? In a room she didn't remember until now. It had a secret entrance.
Her eyebrows shot up at the revelation. A hidden, biometric lock in the hallway near the holding cells, activating an entrance to...her face flushed at the thought. They had a playroom. If you could call it that. Oh, my God. She giggled out loud. Some might have called it a torture chamber, albeit, a very modern one. Since it was in Castle, maybe it was more appropriate to call it a dungeon. A few, very particularly vivid, memories stood out in that room.
Chuck was right, the memory of being tied up and gagged with that evil vibrator inside her almost paled compared to some of these ones. She took a shuddering breath as she thought about it. It must've been the special place she'd heard Chuck mention earlier when she first looked into that trunk with disbelief. He wasn't kidding when he'd answered, 'pretty darn far', after she'd asked how far they had gone with this. Her breath caught momentarily in her throat as she stared at the elegant metal and leather ring.
Her curiosity got the better of her and she placed the other half of the collar on the back of her neck while watching herself in the mirror. Two pins precisely aligned, and the leather lining meshed perfectly into place as the two halves came together and she felt the ring tightening around her neck. She paused for a moment looking at it curiously before she pushed the sections together and they latched with a sharp click. It felt tight at first, but the tightness receded to a perfect snug fit as the thin, but firm, padding in the leather lining compressed a little.
Then a swift realization struck her as she turned back and forth looking at her reflection, and her eyes went wide. How do I get this thing off?
A second of panic almost overcame her when her hands came up to the sides of the collar and she tried to get her fingers under it. There was no way she could release it with the buttons now. It simply fit too snug. It has to come off another way, she thought, as she ran her fingers around the smooth finish, but I sure don't remember how.
Sarah sighed with resignation as she looked at herself in the mirror. Just the sight of her wearing it caused her excitement level to ratchet up several notches. She actually liked the way it looked on her. It had a light and ethereal quality to it, and seeing her own name engraved in the shiny metal around her neck like that sent a tingle through her. It reinforced that intense feeling she had felt when she had earlier said in slightly different words, that she belonged to Chuck.
Then, as she stood there revisiting the memories that had come so quickly back to her, she remembered there was more. She walked back over to the trunk and looked into it already knowing what she was looking for.
In another padded partition were several more shiny pieces of the puzzle. They were all perfect matches to the collar around her neck. Sarah pulled one of them out and examined it. It looked like it would fit perfectly around her ankle. There was another larger oval one that was obviously intended to go around the smallest part of her waist, another one for the other ankle, and two more for her wrists.
The titillation and the memories completely overcame her as she looked at them. All of the rings had identical short and smooth machined loops on them with flat rounded bases just like the collar did, except the waist ring also had one on the front. She now remembered that they served more than one function, and her breath hitched.
She picked up the waist ring and opened it with the same buttons the collar had. Looking carefully at the two halves, it became readily apparent it was so painstakingly designed, that there was a front half, and a back half that carefully conformed to the shape of her waist. Kneeling in front of the trunk, she placed the half of the ring that looked like it belonged around the back of her slender waist in place. It matched her shape perfectly, and she inhaled with a slight gasp as the front half also snapped snugly into place with a fit that completed a rigid waistband that fit precisely to her form.
At least I apparently haven't gained any weight. She ran her fingers around the waistband, feeling the interface of metal and leather with her skin. And a shiver ran through her as Sarah looked down at it and softly sighed.
In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, remembering one of her con artist father's favorite grifting slogans. She removed the remaining shiny shackles from the trunk and opened them, arranging their respective halves on the carpet. Then she proceeded to put them on. First she put on the ankle cuffs with the attachment bosses facing in. Each time they snapped into place she could feel the tension within her ratchet up another notch. With the final click of the last wrist cuff, the ensemble was complete, and she rose from the floor to look at herself again in the mirror.
The sight took her breath away. It occurred to her that she looked like a slave girl right out of a science fiction fantasy story as she slowly turned in front of the mirror. One particular memory seemed to reinforce all of this, causing her heart to race, as she remembered her husband using these to attach her to an elaborate contraption that indeed looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie - a triple X science fiction movie - she thought with a wry smile.
"Whoa, I haven't seen those in quite a while," Chuck breathily marveled, frozen in place in the doorway. Completely naked, he was holding a tray of Asian takeout containers and a pot of tea in his hands. "You look beautiful, Sarah, like you belong in a Boris Vallejo painting."
~D/s~
The room grew suddenly bright when she turned around and saw him. Wow. He's getting better about his modesty. Sarah smiled giddily at him as she watched her nerd take a deep gulping breath with a heave of his chest, his body almost instantly reacting to the sight of her. A lot better. "Boris who?"
"Boris Vallejo. He's a science fiction and fantasy artist. Very sexy artwork."
"I see," she said, a hint of distraction in her voice as she glanced in the mirror and ran her fingers over the bands, "Yes, I do see. That's what I thought when I first saw them. How do these come off?" she asked with an innocent smile. "I seem to have put myself in a bit of a pickle."
"You don't remember?"
"No. I figured they must come off somehow after I remembered all the other times I've worn them. Once I had the collar on, well, it didn't seem to matter much at that point."
"I'm not sure I want to tell you how they come off," he replied teasingly. "God, you look amazing." His eyes suddenly shot to hers. "You remember wearing them?"
"Oh, yeah, I do."
"Then I suppose you remember the memories attached to them, too," he said, somewhat guardedly.
"Oh, yeah, I remember being attached all right. These things were attached to all sorts of...things," she said, with a smirk.
Chuck made a little choking sound and blushed. "So you also remember where?"
"Yup."
"Okay," Chuck intoned, dragging the word out. Walking a little woodenly to the two chairs in the corner of the room, his large, stiff member swinging in front of him, he paused, and looked at her thoughtfully. "I suppose our discussion of boundaries just took on a new dimension, didn't it?" he said, as he leaned over to set the tray down on the table between the chairs. He turned around to see Sarah staring at him with a predatory look in her eyes, licking her lips.
"I suppose so," she answered absently.
Chuck stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty for several seconds. Slave Sarah with a hungry look in her eyes was a sight to behold. He sighed very contentedly at the thought that she would view him as a sex object. "I ordered us some Thai food. Spicy food sounded good after this current turn of events," he said, with his patented Bartowski smile and that eyebrow dance that always made her heart skip a beat, "C'mere, you, and eat some dinner."
Sarah started to walk to the chair next to him and froze mid-step halfway there. Did he order food for delivery? How long has it been? And why didn't I hear him answer the door? Oh my gosh, I've got it bad! Real bad!
"Are you okay, Sarah?"
She shook the thought out of her head and looked at Chuck a little sheepishly as she walked slowly up to him and gave him a kiss, offering him her tongue. For some reason she felt a serious need to regain the initiative, to show him she could control the moment too. Her fingernails raked down his chest and abdomen when their lips separated, causing his stomach muscles to contract and his breath to catch. And she smiled up at him as she grasped his erection in her looped fingers, gave it a firm squeeze, and then pumped him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Chuck," she said with a saucy smile, enjoying the way his eyelids were drooping and beginning to flutter. "I'm just a bit shocked that I lost track of time and that I didn't hear the food delivery," she breathed into his neck, as her other hand drew lazy circles in the indentation of his tight glutes.
"You were obviously distracted," he softly groaned back, his eyes now shut as his wife ran her thumb back and forth over the head of his cock in her twisting grip.
"I suppose so," she repeated, this time with a devilish and seductive tone to her voice. "Mmmm, that smells delightful," she said, looking down at the takeout containers on the tray, "I need to refuel. I think I may need the energy later, Chuck." Sarah said his name like an endearment, the consonants sharp on the end of it, as she let go of his shaft and spread both her hands on each side of his butt. Squeezing it playfully with a mischievous grin, she gave him another quick kiss, before gracefully taking a seat and grabbing one of the containers and some chopsticks.
"And you call me a tease," her husband deadpanned with another groan as he sat down looking at her from the corner of his narrowing eyes, a thin, but amused smile on his face.
She returned his smile as she pulled the chopsticks from her mouth, "You're a big boy," she said, looking pointedly at his erection, "And you can obviously take it." Sarah twirled some spicy Pad Thai noodles around her chopsticks lost in thought again. That had happened a lot today, she mused. "Speaking of boundaries," she paused, looking at the band of metal and leather around her wrist, "I want to see that room, Chuck."
The chopsticks full of noodles stopped halfway to Chuck's mouth as he stared at her wide-eyed. "Ahh, I guess you're saying you're willing to push those boundaries out a lot more then? Do you remember the details of what went on in there?"
"Yeah, I remember a lot now. I'm not sure how I ever managed to forget," she giggled, at their new shared secret, "When did we build that?"
He smiled at her with a faraway look in his eye, "Shortly after Hartley gave us that fortune as a wedding present. You're the one who oversaw the construction; I was the one who...furnished it." He took his bite of noodles and swallowed with a gulp after barely chewing them. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Sarah? It's a significant leap, you know."
"Easy there, big boy," she admonished, "I don't want you to have indigestion later. I have plans for you." She pursed her lips and locked her eyes on his. "Yeah, I'm ready, Chuck. I'm always ready for you. I want you, Mr. B, and I want to see that room."
"Well if we go into that...place, you're definitely going to do more than just see it," he said, with a short nervous laugh. "And you're also going to enter that room for the first time on my terms. I'll create a scene around it just for you. We have to do this proper, you know."
Sarah felt a shiver of anticipation run through her, as her eyes honed in on his. "Okay. I'll agree to those terms. Now you have me curious...and very worked up."
"That's kind of the idea," he said with a grin, taking another bite of noodles, "Part of what makes this fun is the mystery and anticipation. You never know what may happen."
"It's a little obvious I need to give this some more thought, don't I?"
"Maybe a little, maybe not," he said, rolling his eyes, "It looks like you're catching on quick. I just don't want you to freak out by going too far, too fast."
"Remembering some things helps, Babe," she said, looking up from her takeout container, "Not remembering a lot of it makes it even more interesting...downright electrifying."
Chuck shot her that one-sided smile of his across a face filled with curiosity, "That's what I was wondering. I suppose it could make it way more interesting. Sort of fresh new start, huh?"
"Exactly." Sarah looked up to study her husband as they ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. It was obvious he was now losing himself to his own musings, as well. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"The thoughts I'm having right now are going to cost you a whole lot more than that," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Will a blow job do?" she asked, with a suggestive wink, pulling her foot up to rest on the edge of the chair and exposing herself very provocatively.
Chuck practically choked on his food. "You drive a hard bargain, Sarah Bartowski," he said, shaking his head, trying to clear his throat. "I was thinking about that scene, but it's still highly classified information." He looked up from his meal for a few seconds soaking up the sight of her in her current 'attire' with a devious smile. "Yup, very highly classified. All I'm willing to say, at this point, is that you're dressed perfectly for it right now. If that's not enough information, then I guess I'll have to suffer without."
He smiled at the mildly annoyed look on his wife's face, knowing how she used to hate surprises, and now hated them once again as she struggled with this reset in her life she was trying to cope with. If they were going to do this it was something she would have to get used to. There was no other way to do it right. "What about you?" he asked, with a curious tilt of his head, "Did you find any inspiration in the toy box for something you might want to do?" he asked, giving her the Bartowski eyebrow dance.
The mildly annoyed expression disappeared almost instantly, when Sarah gave him a sidelong lecherous glance, letting her eyes roam over his body possessively. She smiled, thinking of something that had come to her weeks ago, before their current situation had even been a twinkle in the eye. She had seen some things in the toy box that reignited the idea and gave it a new exciting form. "There is something I've been wondering about. I had the thought a while back, but now it seems to have an added dimension." She left it there for him to chew on for a moment. Turnabout was fair play after all.
Eventually, Chuck couldn't take any more of his wife's smug teasing silence and blurted out, "Well, what is it, damn it?"
She raised an eyebrow and fixed her gaze on his crotch letting her eyes slowly travel up to the hair on his chest, and then finally up to his enlarged eyes, delighting in the way it unnerved him. "So I have to tell you my plans, but you don't have to tell me yours?"
"Well, it's different. I'm trying to hold onto the condition of an agreement. This is new to you...again, I'm only trying to help you ease back into it," he reasoned, and probably not very convincingly.
"Oh, right, uh-huh, just trying to help. I can do just fine with this by myself, thank you. I was a CIA agent for over ten years, you know. But if you must know, I'll tell you. In fact, it might be more fun that way." She paused for effect, with that subtle smile on her face, enjoying the boyish anticipation dancing in Chuck's eyes. "I've been wondering...wondering what you'd look like without any body hair," she said, with a short giggle.
"Wha-?" Chuck's hand shot to the hair on his head defensively.
"Relax, Chuck," she laughed, gleefully enjoying his reaction, "I wouldn't shave anything that normally shows, and I would never touch that glorious curly hair on your head, in fact I'd be happy if you didn't cut it at all, but a good slave-boy is always hairless and smooth everywhere else." She tried to imitate his endearing eyebrow dance.
"Ha! Yeah, you say that now, but the last time something like that happened I had to wear pants and long sleeve shirts for a month and a half...during the summer. Casey thought I'd gone bonkers, and you walked around smiling like the cat that ate the canary for at least a month." Sarah's smile grew even bigger. "Yeah kind've like that," Chuck said, pointing at her mouth with his chopsticks. "Actually, watching you smile all the time like that was the highlight of the whole experience for me, but I was worried sick for a while that Casey had figured it out. I was paranoid for weeks, always looking for a hidden camera."
"Well, you don't have to worry about Casey anymore do you?" said Sarah, trying to hold in her laughter. "All you have to worry about is you, helplessly tied up, and me with a razor." She took a final bite of her meal, relishing his reaction to her teasing, and set the container on the tray. Taking a drink of her tea, she looked at her wrist cuffs again and then over the edge of her cup at him. "Speaking of helpless, are you going to take these things off of me?" she asked, holding her wrists up for him to see.
There was that toothy one sided smile again. "No, I like them where they are for the time being. I'll take them off...eventually."
"You know, I'd like to take a shower before we go to bed, Chuck. I don't think these would fare well if they got wet."
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong. The leather is actually a synthetic, and the padding is neoprene. They're essentially waterproof so I could make you wear them for days if I wanted to."
"But what if I want to go out?" she pouted, looking through her eyelashes at him.
"Then I guess you'll have to find a way to cover them up." he retorted with a wicked grin.
"Touché," she deadpanned, "I guess I can count my blessings that Casey isn't around, too." She looked down again at her potential restraints, and couldn't figure out for the life of her how they came off. She concluded it had to be some kind of techie trick, knowing how Chuck's mind worked.
Chuck set his takeout container down and jumped to his feet, holding his hand out to her. "C'mon Mrs. Bartowski, let's go take that shower you were talking about, together. As a consolation prize for having to keep those on, I'll wash your hair for you and make you squeaky clean all over."
"Hmmm." Sarah shared a look of mild exasperation with him, then looked down at herself, and acquiesced. "Making me an offer I can't refuse? All right, Chuck, have it your way. I'm the one who put myself in this predicament. I guess I shouldn't complain if you're offering to pamper me. And I do look pretty darn amazing in this getup, don't I?"
"Yeah, Sarah, you look absolutely spectacular," said Chuck, making no bones about looking her over from head to toe in what could only be called slave attire, "I've often wondered if I'd ever see you like this again. I think I need to pinch myself to see if I'm really awake."
"I'll do you one better," she said taking his hand, and rising to her feet. She took him up in an embrace with one of her arms around his waist, and ran the other one down his body sensually from one cheek to the other, giving the lower one a firm pinch when her hand got there, causing him to flinch. "Are you awake?" she asked, mischief dancing in her eyes.
"I think so," he responded with a snerk. "But you can still remind me later if you want. Go start the shower I'll be there in a just a sec."
Sarah dropped her chin and looked at him suspiciously, but once again gave in. She couldn't believe how this day was going. She was not in control of the situation, and it felt so remarkably exhilarating. She wondered what her nerd had up his sleeve this time, but laughed inwardly at the observation. He was more naked than she was, and he had no sleeves. At least she was wearing some ornamentation; ornamentation that could easily lock her up like Houdini. She sauntered to the doorway and paused to give him a skeptical glance. She was going to have to roll with it, and she found the thought frightfully exciting.
~D/s~
Sarah had no sooner gotten the shower warmed up when Chuck walked into the bathroom. She rolled her eyes when she saw what he had in his hand.
"Are you ready to get squeaky clean?" he asked with mirth in his voice.
"And what do those have to do with getting clean?" she asked skeptically, pointing at the objects in his hand.
"Oh, you'll see. Into the shower with you, woman," he ordered, but not nearly as darkly as he had earlier.
"Yes, Master, your wish is my command," Sarah answered playfully.
Sarah stepped into the hot shower and almost immediately felt Chuck pressed up behind her, his arm around her chest under her breasts, pushing them up, as he pulled her into him with authority. Her head rolled back onto his shoulder and one of her arms wound back around his neck while she supported herself with her other hand on the cobalt blue tiles of the shower wall. She sighed deeply as he laid kisses on her shoulder and neck and his other hand wound around the front of her, sliding spread out across her belly below her metal ring waistband. "God, I love the feel of your hands on my skin, Chuck," she cooed breathily.
His fingers then slid down and cupped her crotch tightly, literally taking some of the weight off her feet. Gasping wide-eyed at the sensation, Sarah turning her startled face to him. And as their lips met with heated passion, pressed tightly together, two of his fingers dove into her. He pulled her up onto her toes, pushing the base of his thumb forcefully into her clit, and began to grind while he curled his fingers within her and pulled.
She felt utterly taken and completely out of control of the situation, again, for at least the third time that day. Her nerd was once again unequivocally possessing her with startling speed and aggressiveness. The arm he held across her chest came up between her breasts and his hand spread across her cheek. He turned her head toward him more and laid more kisses along her jawline and under her ear. His actions were lighting her up like a bonfire with gasoline being thrown on it.
As the warm water beat down on them he grabbed her arm that was braced against the shower wall and pulled it back behind her, taking a step back as he did it, drawing her off balance. She inhaled sharply when he yanked his fingers from inside of her. Sarah whimpered from the sudden and acute sense of loss, and when she felt him twist behind her like he was reaching for something, her finely tuned spy intuition set off a loud alarm in her head.
Then she felt, more than heard, a firm click on her wrist and he reached up and took her other arm with a strong grip on the wrist cuff, quickly pulling it behind her as well. And with another solid click her wrists were suddenly linked together behind her back. Using her now immobilized arms as a lever, he maneuvered her around the large shower stall as he lifted them, forcing her to bend over at her hips as he raised her arms higher.
When she felt two more firm clicks, she now abruptly realized what the slender metal bars with odd fittings on the end of them were for, as one of them was now attached to the back attachment on her tight waistband and her linked wrist shackles, pushing her arms acutely up and away from her back. He then used his foot to push her feet apart wide, and holding her by the bar near her waistband, he reached down, and attached another longer bar first to one ankle cuff, then the other. To complete the restraint, he finally attached a third bar to the front boss on her waistband, and then to an attach point on the spreader bar between her feet.
The result was that she was now locked into a strict strappado position with her legs spread wide, her hips bent at nearly ninety degrees, her fanny up, and her pussy completely exposed. Her breath caught in her throat as he ran his hand possessively up the inside of her leg from her ankle to her sex. A perception of complete and total, and unbelievably exciting, helplessness overtook her as she realized she was spread wide open to him with very little control. As if to prove the point he plunged two of his fingers into her from behind and began pumping his fingertips across the front wall of her vagina. She gasped loudly as he aggressively massaged her g-spot, and her pussy gripped him, while the warm shower water beat across her back.
The feeling of her nerd's skilled fingers inside her was overwhelming. She wanted to put her own hands on him, but he was in complete control. He steadily built up the speed as he listened to her quickening breath become punctuated by sharp moans, while she twitched and rocked back and forth into his pumping hand. He was using her physical reaction to gauge his pace with a skill that astounded her. Her breathing started to come in huge huffs as her mouth hung wide open, and a spine-tingling sensation started to build from deep within her.
All the while he was holding her up and controlling her position with his other hand firmly gripping the bar attached to her waistband as he pumped the fingers of his other hand rapidly in and out of her. Her legs were spread wide across the shower floor and if not for the bar attached to her ankle shackles she had no doubt they would have slipped apart. She felt him release his hand from the bar he was holding and, feeling the pressure below, looked between her legs to see him lifting her up onto her toes again with his hand spread across her pubis, the base of his palm now grinding against her clit.
With crazy speed the fire within her burned completely out of control as he pulled her into an utterly mind blowing orgasm with both his hands, and for the first time in her life, as she shook and huffed uncontrollably, she watched and felt it as she squirted with powerful spurts. As she shook in the throes of her climax Chuck was literally supporting her with the hands he was using to so expertly stimulate her, otherwise she would have most assuredly have fallen.
Gradually, her climax receded as Sarah came down from a dizzying precipice. She continued to breathe heavily through her wide open mouth, her eyes tightly shut. She felt her husband's hands on her shoulders supporting her and then the sudden surprise of his lips on hers and his tongue joining hers in her open mouth, his hands slipping down to caress her breasts. She opened her eyes to see him crouching in front of her,and his hands slid slowly up to the sides of her face while they continued to share that long kiss filled with so many wild and unbridled emotions.
Eventually, they broke the kiss and Chuck held his cheek next to hers as she continued to calm and he gently stroked the back of her head and neck, occasionally laying hot kisses on her neck below her ear, and whispering words that sent her heart racing. He pulled back and smiled at her as he held her face in his hands. It was that goofy Chuck Bartowski smile that always, without fail, melted her heart. The sight caused her to paint a goofy grin of her own on her face in spite of the precarious position she was in, bent over with her arms and legs held at those crazy unyielding angles.
"You know, I'm in a perfect position for you at either end," she said with a shaky breathless giggle, "but since you're already here..." Sarah licked her lips at him provocatively with a hungry smile.
"Oh you, you naughty girl," he said with amused gruffness. He didn't need any more prompting, and he immediately stood up in front of her. His big, erect penis was now right in front of her mouth, and her head and neck were at the perfect angle to accept all of him. Taking her by her arms near her shoulders he gave his cock to her eager lips and she started to suck on him vigorously, pulling him in, as he tried to control the depth and pace.
At first he went slow and deliberate, but he soon started to pick up the pace, and Sarah started sucking on him every time he pushed in, drawing him into her soft and slick mouth. He groaned and paused with the head of his cock in her mouth pumping it in and out, just an inch at a time, while she sucked, and her tongue firmly licked the crown from front to back over the top of it. It caused him to take an abrupt shuddering breath and his legs to quiver.
She was so gifted with her tongue, it drove him absolutely wild. He could feel himself getting steadily closer with each passing minute. He'd already shot his load three times that day so both he and Sarah were going to have to work for this one, but she was so astonishingly good at this he could definitely feel success a short distance away. He released his grip on her arms and reached to grasp onto her firm, hanging breasts, enveloping them in his hands, his fingers outstretched around them.
Sarah gasped with a sharply expelled breath through her nose and moaned around him, creating an intensely pleasurable vibration in her throat. "Oh God, Sarah, that is so awesome," he said, taking a stuttering breath of his own.
His wife's talented lips and tongue were pushing him closer with every stroke. He looked down at Sarah to see her intently watching him, a smile dancing in her deep blue eyes. She started to slip her tongue back and forth along his shaft, and she continued to moan as he stroked her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, sending shivering vibrations through him that caused him to start to go deeper with each thrust.
Sarah then opened her mouth and pushed her tongue further out, encouraging him to go all the way in. And she swallowed with each pumping stroke, causing her throat to tighten around him, creating suction as he pulled. As the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, the tip of her tongue licked his scrotum. He marveled at the sensation and her ability to take him like this without choking, and how she timed her breathing along with him every time he pulled back.
Chuck could tell he wasn't going to last much longer. Even though Sarah was bound tight, she was the one in complete control of the moment, she was the one setting the pace. She was just amazing at giving head. Sarah put all of herself into it. She had more gifts than he could ever possibly count, and he grinned like a crazy fool as he thought about it and started to shake and tremble over the edge, overtaken by an electrifying climax that caused every muscle in his body to lock up tight.
"Oh, my, God, Sarah, you got me, you really got me," Chuck exclaimed, and he ejaculated with a loud, spasming, deep breath as he pulled back and she swallowed. She pulled him back in as he shook, and then let him back out, holding only slightly more than the head in as she sucked, quickly, and robustly on him, milking him dry.
He finally fell back, leaning against the shower wall on shaky legs. And from half-lidded and glazed eyes Chuck looked down to see Sarah with a victorious smile on her face, and chuckled. "Damn, you're so good at that," he said, with a slack jaw. "I am without a doubt the luckiest man in the world."
"Yes. Yes, you are. And don't you forget it, Mr. B," she answered with a tremulous laugh. "Now, if you don't mind, do you think you could at least let my arms down? And I believe you promised to wash my hair?"
~D/s~
Sarah stood quietly on the large bathmat in the bathroom, her hands still restrained behind her, but now with only a short chain between her slave cuffs while Chuck carefully toweled her dry. Her hair was also wrapped in a towel that he had painstakingly applied, first thing when she'd stepped from the shower. It was a very different way to be pampered. The feeling of Chuck's hands in her hair as he'd slowly and deliberately washed and conditioned it had been heavenly; his hands roaming her body slick with body wash, sublime.
Now he was carefully sliding her metal restraints slightly out of the way - they could only be moved an inch or so anyway - to dry the skin under them, using a very thin strip of chamois to dry the rest of the metal shackles and their linings. It took a while to accomplish the task. Apparently he wasn't going to remove them just yet.
She was enjoying the whole process immensely, especially since he was completely naked as he worked away on her, his hair a wild, wet mop she was pining to run her fingers through but couldn't. The sensations of the soft towel on her skin was casting her into a state of bliss, as he ran it over her body, and into every nook and cranny, between her toes, and finally the crack of her ass. He gave her playful swat with towel on the behind when he was done.
"There. Clean as a whistle," he said with satisfaction. "Only one thing left to do, then we'll take care of your hair."
"You're going to do my hair, too?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at Chuck, her surprise growing when she saw him pick up a pump bottle of lotion and warm some in his hands.
"Yeah, I'll take care of it. You just relax," he said as he massaged the lotion onto her back, her arms, and down her legs. A mirthful sigh passed Sarah's lips as his hands worked down her legs from her fanny to her toes. God, he was lighting her up all over again with his loving touch, though she didn't think that was his intention.
Sarah rethought that notion when he began to sensually apply the lotion to the front of her, paying special attention as he worked the moisturizer into the skin of her shoulders and neck, and then into her breasts, making lazy circles around her nipples with his thumbs and fingers. "Chuck me," she breathily intoned with another sigh as he traveled down her body slowly to her feet.
"I guess you liked that?" Chuck asked with an easy smile as he was finishing, massaging the remaining lotion into creases where her thighs met her crotch.
"Oh, God, yes. You can do that for me any day of the week, preferably all of them," she breathed, with a look of absolute contentment on her face.
Chuck once again gave her that easy smile and snaked his arm around her waist, laying a heartfelt kiss on her lips. "I love you, Sarah. Always have, always will. Even with your hands bound behind your back, especially that way," he added, with a snerk. "Let's take care of your hair, so we can get a cup of tea, and then go to bed. I have a special hairstyle in mind."
Before they slipped under the covers for the night, Sarah took a minute to stand in front of the Cheval mirror. Her hands were free once more. Chuck had released her when they'd sat down to have a cup of herb tea before bed. She was still wearing her 'slave bracelets', still admiring the way she looked wearing them in her reflection.
Her reflection. She'd spent some time reflecting on that. She'd been thinking about the snippets of memories she'd been rewarded over the last couple of days. Maybe 'rewarded' was taking it a tad too far. Some of the revelations had been startling. But they really weren't anything she didn't already know. What had been so surprising was the fact that she had shared any of this with anyone. Her deeply hidden 'kink' simply wasn't something she'd ever imagined sharing. And then there was Chuck. Nerdy, enigmatic, empathetic, brash, brave and babbling...Chuck.
It was so obvious to her, and the rest of the world, that he loved her with every fiber of his being. And somehow, because of that truly wondrous emotion he wore so prominently on his sleeve, he had drawn out her most closely held secrets and fantasies, along with a love for him she never thought she would be capable of feeling. He had also acted on the fantasies she'd shared, even taken them to a whole new level. He seemed to always jump into everything he did head first. He put all of himself into it, especially if it was for her.
It was such a strange thrill totally letting go and giving herself to him the way she had done today. The bizarre desire to just let it all happen, and the realization that they had an intimate and hidden life that transcended her wildest notion of what they were capable of doing. That word bizarre was stuck in her head. It kept spinning around in there. She looked at her 'bracelets' and almost blanched at the memories they elicited. She couldn't believe that the Chuck she knew was capable of such crazy and wild exploits; that she could even bring them out in him.
She shook her head as she meshed this current memory with her own limited yet growing memories of just who her husband was and what he had accomplished in his life; especially the veiled portion of which she had once played such an intimate part. A life with Chuck that she was slowly rediscovering, sometimes in small amounts, and occasionally in huge bites, every single day. She smiled again at her reflection. Chuck had attached some large, gold, decorative tassels to the front and rear attachment loops of her metal waistband. They hung in front and in the back, almost giving the appearance of a garment, covering her sex and the crack of her behind. They were cute accessories, and they matched her hair.
Looking whimsically at her hair, Sarah came to the realization that she herself had played no small part in what was happening now, or what had taken place in the past. She recognized this hairdo. They were her Wienerlicious pigtails, with one notable exception. She'd worn them in Germany when they were hunting down Quinn. Since then, she had recovered small shards of memories of that earlier time at the start of her relationship with Chuck. There was one special memory of being caught by her boss, necking in the storage closet at Wienerlicious, trying to protect her 'cover' with her nerd. It had been way more than an act. Even now, she knew it, because the emotions attached to the memory were so powerful. She was in love with him even then, and in denial.
The same thing had happened to her after the 'reset', as her therapist was fond of calling it. When she finally came to her senses it was like a flood gate had been opened, both back in that past she was only beginning to re-grasp, and a more recent one mere months ago. She had always pushed her nerd, and he had always risen to the occasion. Sarah knew that what she was seeing in the mirror, and her husband's participation in it, were to a large degree the result of both of them acting on her desires - and maybe some deeply buried ones of Chuck's, too. He was, after all, very talented at playing the role she had no doubt she'd encouraged him to take. He was so good at it there must have been deeper underlying causes.
The sight of herself in her shiny metal collar and cuffs, the gold tassels, and that playful, youthful, hairdo made her smile impishly. What they were doing may be an edgy power exchange, but it also felt just as playfully innocent as what she saw looking back.
"Come to my bed, my precious, princess slave-girl."
Sarah turned to see Chuck lying on the bed with the covers up to his waist and a mischievous grin on his face. She could almost hear the gears turning in his head as she watched him pat the sheets next to him. Oh, he's up to something again, she thought as she stole another quick glance at herself in the mirror. Why the pigtails?
He had taken such great care in placing them in her hair. Wow, was he ever throwing her off balance. Her eyes fell on the gold metal spheres, about an inch in diameter, that were holding her pigtails and her hair so tightly to her head. They matched some heavy gold beading that was on several braided strands of the gold tassel she was wearing in front. She found that when she moved, those gold beads were positioned so they would tease her, especially if she was sitting, as they would slide in and out of her folds and tickle her clit.
She and Chuck had been roleplaying again since they'd gotten out of the shower. It wasn't the heavier, more authoritarian roleplay they had done earlier in the day. It was a more playful and mutually respectful Master/slave game as he lavished his special attention upon her. She had effortlessly fallen into the role, always moving seductively and swaying her hips when she walked. And she struck very provocative and exposed poses for him to admire when she did tasks, bent over, or sat down.
Chuck was also having no reservations about admiring her when she did it, either. He definitely wasn't being the normally, somewhat shy and reserved Chuck who kept his eyes almost always glued to hers if she was scantily clad. He was also making her keep these always potential restraints on and they were constantly creating this feeling of nervous anticipation from the sensation of their snug presence around her. He's definitely up to something.
Sarah stayed in character and sauntered over to the bed with that pronounced hip sway she had been doing all evening long, her hands at her sides, and her chest out, with a very sultry look in her eyes and a matching smile. She watched as her husband swallowed, thickly, making an almost imperceptible whimpering sound in his throat. Two can play at this game, mister, she thought, as she sat on the edge of the bed, and swung one leg onto the mattress exposing herself wide open to him with a slow sweep of her hand across the tassels. She then gave him a very, very, hungry look.
"You're kidding me, you want more?" Chuck asked, with amusement.
"Like I said earlier, Chuck, I'm always ready for you," she said reaching for him under the covers, "Always."
"Sarah," he groaned as he felt her palm pushing across his length, "We need to get some rest, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." He smiled at her sudden pouty face and reached out to her, enveloping her waist with his arm, and pulling her the rest of the way onto the bed into a tight spoon.
Sarah turned her head to him laying it carefully on the pillow so the spheres holding her pigtails wouldn't poke her. She wondered for a second why she was sleeping with them. "Seems to me that big Chuck is raring to go," she said with an elfin grin, feeling his erection up against her ass. It certainly didn't make any sense to call him little Chuck.
"He has a mind of his own, but I'm exhausted. We need some sleep." A little sigh came from him as he pulled her in even tighter and gave her a kiss. "Good night, Sarah. I love you." He reached for the light switch, plunging the room into a darkness that was cut by some moonlight sneaking through the slats in the wooden window blinds.
"I love you too, Chuck." After a few minutes Sarah whispered, "Chuck? I don't recall us having any special plans for tomorrow," she said, with curiosity.
"They're new ones. Mine," he replied cryptically, with a quiet voice. "Get some sleep, Sarah." He decided not to add 'You're going to need it.'
Oh, Geez. He didn't need to, as Sarah's mind started to race while she tried to get her head into a comfortable position on the pillow. She closed her eyes and presently began to relax. Then not even a couple of moments later she suddenly tensed and her eyes shot wide open. Oh, my, God.
"Relax, Sarah. I know you're exhausted too. Go to sleep, my precious," Chuck whispered, with a reassuring voice. She felt his hands on her shoulders, and he started to knead the tension out of them as he repeated, "Relax," like a soothing mantra.
He was right. She was exhausted, and she felt her Chuck's firm hands and soft words flow over her as they washed the tension from her body and calm her restless mind. Presently, she felt herself starting to drift off; and her last thought as sleep overtook her was a fleeting wonder of what her dreams might bring to her tonight.