To this day, I haven't been able to come up with a satisfactory way of explaining the relationship we had without it feeling like an excuse. We had lots of sex, did some rather outrageous things with it, and when I think about it, it was a very large part of our relationship. All the same, I can't say that it held any particular importance to us. At least not to the level that everyone around us seemed to put it on. That's probably why we were so horny all that time. We didn't care. You see, sex is just another way of expressing one's love, just like a hug. But since it felt a shit-load better, we typically preferred sex.

Celes and I have three dresser drawers in our room.

The first two are naturally our clothes. Mine on the left and hers on the right. In between them was the third, slightly smaller set of drawers. Celes was bending over rummaging through one of them with her back to me. She was quite a site from my vantage point across the room on the bed. I would've whistled at her, but at that moment, my mouth was gagged. I also had my hands and feet all tied together behind me, so I probably would've lost my precarious balance anyway. Celes wouldn't like that.

Quickly she stood up and I knew she'd found what she was looking for. Whatever it was, she held it close to her as she turned her head back at me and emitted a most wicked chuckle. I strained (but not too much, given my poor balance) to see what the hell she had in her hands, but it was no use. She placed whatever it was in front of her on top of the dresser and turned around still hiding her little treasure. She leaned back a little and put her hands down on top of the dresser behind her, then arched her back as she stretched her body, pushing out her chest and stomach. Her muscles bulged, exposing how well toned and defined she really was. All the while she stared at me with a feral look in her eyes. My head suddenly felt very light and all sense of balance left me, but I didn't fall over. As far as I'm concerned, it was her will alone that made that possible.

As she finished her stretch, her hands moved behind her back and she walked towards the bed. Still I had yet to see what she'd taken out of the drawer and now carried behind her and it was that unknown that increased my anxiety and even anticipation more than anything else. So far, it all seemed really nice and sexy, but I knew better. I was being punished, I just didn't know how.

Celes was now at the foot of the bed and directly in front of me. She brought one hand from out behind her and gripped my chin, moving my head back and forth as if inspecting me for quality before shipping me out. Suddenly she let go, and I almost fell forward. She smiled and I could her eyes suddenly light up. She brought her other arm out from behind her so I could finally see what torture device she was going to use on me.

In her hands was a fairly small ceramic bowl.

I didn't understand and gave her the look to prove it. That seemed to please her immensely and in my head I was congratulating myself. This was no time to act macho and give her a look that said 'Do your worst!' Any chance to look like an ignorant weakling possibly meant getting out of that situation sooner. It was all about getting her satisfied, and if I took a mild beating in the pride department, so be it.

Still, it wasn't going to be that easy and I knew it. With a playful skip she walked over to the side of the bed and next to an odd looking crankshaft. As she began to turn it, I felt a sudden jolt as my tied up arms and legs were lifted up into the air and the rest of me followed shortly thereafter. She locked the crankshaft down and climbed up onto the bed which I was now levitating about a foot over. She'd set the hook on the ropes that had my feet and hands all bunched together a few minutes ago, and up until then, I was curious as to why. The whole device had been set up a good time ago, perhaps last year, by yours truly. It was a whole pulley system that allowed for anything of any weight below about eight hundred pounds to be lifted by anyone who weighed approximately over one hundred with little to no effort. Not that I was planning on ever letting myself get that fat, mind you.

Celes was now sitting beside me on her knees, with one hand holding the bowl and the other toying with my hair. I was just beginning to get a vague idea of what her plan was, but I was still summarily stumped, so I decided to simply give up and ride the wave. My ignorance was not going to make any difference to my fate anyway.

"Locke, am I a particularly demanding wife?"

Uh oh. It was never good when she made small talk. I shook my head obediently.

"I don't ask for much, and when I do, is it truly that hard to respect those requests?"

Hah! That's a nice way to word it. Again I shook my head.

"Now Locke, your not being very truthful with me since it obviously is difficult for you. Now in order to give you a little bit of perspective, I'm going to have you do a very difficult task."

I looked down between my chest and the sheets and saw Celes place the bowl directly below my groin and then trace the edge of it with one finger. I stared at her gloved hand, suddenly aware of how graceful and beautiful it was. I imagined it exploring my body, running down the center of my back making me shiver, gliding down my chest…then my stomach…them my hips…then my…

Oh shit!

"Locke, you are not going to be let down from here until you've filled up that bowl. But seeing as how your currently tied up, and you may very well be content to simply float here for a week, I'll be making sure you do your appointed chore this time." Quickly her beautiful and graceful hand glided in between my thighs and discovered what I'd been wondering over in the back of my head ever since she had come back to the room.

Despite all the commotion, Charlie was still fast asleep.

I heard her grunt in annoyance. To me it was a stroke of luck, but to her it was a delaying tactic. It wouldn't last long, I knew that much. I stared at the bowl as I awaited the inevitable, and it seemed to me to have grown three times in size. I wasn't a happy camper.

Before we go any further, I feel it necessary to reiterate the fact that I was being punished. This was an extremely erotic and pleasurable experience for only one of us. I'd gone through scenarios like this with her long enough to know that the only person who was gonna come out of this satisfied was her. Getting a hand job is all well and good the first time, the second time and certainly the third, but that was a mighty big bowl that needed filling and I don't think I'd feel very content when it was all done.

Soon enough Celes woke Chuck up and off we went. I might have known how it was going to end, but I lived for the moment and I was going to enjoy this while it was still enjoyable.

I looked down to watch my wife do her work, but suddenly I felt a terrible tug on my scalp and my head was thrust up and I now stared at the wall across the room.

"Ah ah ah, no peeking." She said with chilly coyness. I could feel her hand movements and I could tell she was trying to make them as lifeless and un-erotic as possible while still accomplishing the set goal. She was no fool. But I wasn't gonna give up without a fight and I began to increase my breathing and let out barely audible moans. She knew well enough I was faking it, but I was just kinda sticking it to her the only way I could, since giving her a raspberry wasn't really an option with the gag and all.

The rest of the story isn't worth telling. It wasn't erotic…not on my part at any rate. I'd like to think I put up a good battle (around the fifth time, I started doing impressions of Celes screams of pleasure which riled her greatly), but eventually I broke down. What really shamed me was how soon I broke. Another day and another time, I may very well have filled that fucking thing till it runneth over and still have the strength to blast a muffled victory yell through my gag. But I didn't even make it halfway through today. When it was finally over and I was let down, untied and ungagged, I lay where I fell. Charlie felt hot and raw and I struggled to roll myself onto my back and give him some breathing room. I felt empty and miserable.

"I hope you've learned your lesson little boy."

My head rolled over on its side and I looked up at Celes with half closed eyes. My vision was blurry, but it soon focused and I looked at her. She had her arms on her hips in a corny pose, and I'm sure she was trying to look like a charicature of a parent lecturing a child, but her face was solemn and she wasn't smiling her usually coy smile. She looked at me with a sad kind of embarrassment and there was no hint of happiness or triumph to be found in her expression. This wasn't how it was supposed to be and she knew it, but her pride wouldn't let her openly admit it. I knew that and understood it, so I didn't feel any ill will as she stood there gloating. In fact, I felt pity watching her as she desperately tried to pretend that nothing had gone wrong.

But something had.

What was supposed to happen kinda did happen. I was supposed to endure this punishment and come away drained yet still unsatisfied. Then she'd ask me if I'd learned my lesson and then she'd build me back up by her own devices (meaning whatever ideas came to her), and then we'd both go through the make-up sex. It was a happy lil dance where everyone came away happy and feeling like they'd accomplished something. That's how it was supposed to happen, but it'd gone wrong somewhere. Instead, I felt like something disgusting. I didn't understand it, I don't now. All I knew is that I didn't feel like I knew I should have. She'd never tried this kind of punishment before, but that didn't mean anything. They were all different each time although the basic theme was the same for all. So what happened this time?

Celes climbed into bed and lay down next to me. She'd taken her gloves off and now her hand caressed my face. She looked extremely guilty and almost to the point of tears.

"Why?" I asked hoarsely and found my voice was barely over a whisper, "Why didn't you stop?"

Even as I said the words, I wanted to clamp my mouth shut. I knew it wasn't her fault and I held no blame to her. Thankfully she didn't cry, but I could still see the pain that shot through her face as I spoke and it hurt me to see it. It hurt a lot.

"I…I don't know." Was all she could say. Her voice was broken and also barely above a whisper.

She leaned forward and wrapped arms around my neck, falling on top of my chest with her head next to mine. I felt her soft cheek against my own and wrapped my arms around her waist tightly. I kissed her cheek gently and whispered in her ear.

"I love you and I will never stop being in love with you no matter what."

She didn't lift her head up, but held me tighter. We never moved from that spot and I spent the rest of that night wondering what could've possibly ruined a perfectly normal S 'n M routine. I had a vague idea what. It was the only thing that was different from what had happened all those times before, but I just didn't understand how. I was still wondering as the sandman began to take over and just before I fell under his spell wholly, I looked down at my sleeping wife and was blessed with the realization that I'd been given the rare opportunity to tell her that I loved her and have it mean everything to her that it's supposed to. The message had gone through with a clarity that may never occur again.

Whatever may have gone wrong tonight, something very right had come out of it all.