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She steps through the door and locks it behind her with a quick 'click' of
the knob. "Love?" She takes a few steps inside before he responds with a
brisk, "Sara." It came from the dining room, in the next room. She turns the
corner and finds him sitting at the end of the dining table. He sat calmly
with his hands folded on his lap, looking at her very strangely.

"Aren't you going to seduce me tonight?" she asks playfully with a little
girl's tone. She steps closer and notices how finely dressed he is. A dark
grey tuxedo with an elegantly striped vest. His hair was combed back and he
did not neglect to stay perfectly still. "You look very handsome, are we
going somewhere?" He lifts his head ever so slightly to respond, but from
behind her came the answer instead.

"No, I'm afraid he's in a bit of a rut. I accidentally tied him up, and
threw away the key." The sarcasm in her sultry voice makes the corners of
his lips curl upward in a mock expression.

Sara steps forward quietly to her husband and spies down to his hands. He
cranes his head along with hers as if trying to sneak a peek for the first
time at what she'll see. His hands were firmly held by..."Ribbon? That's
going to hold you?"

He lifts his eyes to meet her gaze. The domineering, conquesting, strong-
willed, you-are-mine look that entranced so many people was actually
surpressed. He looked at her sadly as when the first time he met her. That
was the last time she saw softness mixed with confusion on his face. He had
not known what to do that moment, that night they met, but it had passed.
Once he knew he was in love, the confusion died. Here it was again, and the
nostalgia melted her beyond repair and at the same time gave her an
unfounded strength. He didn't like the position he was in. Though he
probably acquiesced to it, he still didn't like it.

"Think of it as a package." He intones with a confronting stare. She looks
down again at his hands and sees bows. She smiles slightly and the girl next
to the wall smiles with her. She tugs at the end of the bow and the thick
ribbon unravels to reveal the Adaman shackles that he so loves putting on
her. They shined, showing off the purity in metal that they were. "You must
be joking, those won't hold you."

"Yes they will" comes the answer behind her. She steps closer to the girl,
wrapping an arm about her waist. "Strong metal, I can't break out of them,
neither can he. What will he do without being in control? Without
commanding. Oh, the horror."

Sara smirks and stares possessively into his eyes. "It doesn't matter, he's
never been in control."

He strains against the silver metal. He felt humiliated being tied up in
bows. Now he was enraged at the way Sara looked down at him. He wanted to
take her and pull her down to the table. Hold her down, arouse her. Make her
feel every ecstacy he could give her. Force her to giggle in her pleasure
and have one orgasm after another. She loved that even though she pretended
not to. It was the role she chose to play, and he obliged.

"I can bend them." He says irresolutely. Then he sees Elisa's face looking
at him in a condescending gesture. "Hardly. Now be good and play your part."

Elisa turns quickly to see Sara standing there, silently looking at her
husband and her girlfriend. "I like that dress, it shows your body nicely."
She rubs a finger around the already aroused nipple. "You really should wear
more layers to hide such things...such beautiful things."

Sara lifts her hand to her friend's neck and begins stroking her hair,
leaving her husband's eyes to notice the long strands of brown hair fall
restlessly about her shoulders. As if finishing something before it started,
Elisa kisses Sara on the cheek and closely brushes past her. "I'll be back."

Sara places a hand to his face and smiles playfully. "You can't get out."

He doesn't pull his face away from hers but he recovers himself with a
stern, "I can." He pulls at the chain in a long exerting heave, but they
withstand the strain.

She unlatches the buttons on the back of her dress, revealing her shoulders.
She holds the dress against her chest as she approaches him and sits on the
table before him in a sprawled configuration. Her thighs exposed to the dim
lights. He looks down at them and licks his lips. With another hand, she
begins to slide her hand down one of them. It stops around her ankle,
freeing the shoe supporting itself upon it. Then the other shoe falls to the
floor on the other side of the table. Her fingers continue probing her
thighs. They sprawl themselves as they caress the soft creamy skin. She
brings her head back until her hair touches the table and lets go of the
dress to support her leaning position. She pulls the dress up, exposing her
smoothly trimmed pubes and her belly. Her navel remains hidden in the
shadows.

Her fingers pry at the edges of her panties. They pretend to fight for the
place on her hips. They stop a moment to slide down to the middle where they
lift the panty away from her in an appraising way.

He watches as her fingers disappear between her legs and then reappear in
order to return to the war with her panties. This time the stand weakly
against the strong pull and come down defeatedly. Her dress tumbles down as
she lifts her head up to catch a glimpse of him silently looking on,
seemingly unmoved. Her fingers wrestle with the small tuft of hair that sits
idly between her legs and slips amongst it, slowly rubbing whatever it hides
underneath. Only shadows of that encounter are revealed of which he tries to
decipher by squinting intensely at them.

She lets herself breath deeper, slower. Her body rises and she can feel
herself enjoy her fingers. The smoothness of the tips of her fingers gently
massage that tender mass. They trace circles as they tease the opening of
her vagina. A moan escapes her and she makes herself stroke faster. Her eyes
close to allow the fantasies to cloud her mind and vision. A man circles her
- his face obscured by the dimness of the room. He grabs her, plays with
her. Her fingers instantly work to accompany that fantasy, to make it true,
real.

The raising and lowering of her chest makes the dress fall lower upon them,
but not enough to reveal her nipples. He sees how firmly raised they are and
wishes so badly for them to be loosed to him, loosed into his mouth. He
leans forward trying to catch the inside of his wife's leg between his lips
as he tries to kiss it, but she moves before he can.

Her hands fold around his ears and force his head back where it was as she
sits herself in front of him, legs dangling over the side of the chair arms.
One side of her dress falls and her erect nipple brushes against his face.
She moves his face so that his mouth can't touch it, but he is unable to
help feel it as it slides down his jaw.

His hands fumble upwards under her, hoping to reach her clitoris. The
fingers entangle themselves in the hair but cannot go any further. He lifts
his legs up to allow his hands to rise further, but she raises herself up in
response.

She strokes his face and smiles as his eyes plead with hers to let him have
something, something tangible. She reveals her other breast to him and
steadies it in front of his face, as if in pity. He leans forward to catch
her nipple with his mouth when a hand appears behind the girl, taking her
back against the table. He gasps in frustration as he sees their friend pull
down the Sara's dress, leaving her bare against the cold table. Her legs lay
splayed at either side of him, though far enough from him to make them
unreachable to him.

Elisa takes Sara's nipple in her mouth and sucks hard so that a short scream
leaves the girl. Blood tumbles down the sides of her breasts. Elisa catches
most of it with her tongue. She laps Sara's skin with a fever. She slides
her smooth lips up and down Sara's slender body, leaving a trail of cool
liquid behind. Then their lips meet in a playfully passionate embrace.

He sees Elisa's long nails run up and down the girl's thighs. Grasping and
scratching at times according to when she's the most aroused. He begins to
stand up from his chair when a swift kick flings him backward, back into his
seat. Elisa raises herself and in a flash the lights are turned off. Four
hands raise him up from his seat which is taken from beneath him. He moves
forward to grasp the hands of his lady, but others pull him back, their
strength unavoidable in the situation he's in.

Clothes begin being ripped away from his body. Before he thinks about
complain- ing, lips press against his. They envelope his cheek and jaw in a
multitude of kisses. One hand leaves his face, and he knows it to be the
same one that wraps itself around his penis. It squeezes firmly but not
tightly. Two, then three fingers pinch gently at it's head. Then the skin is
pulled down away from it leaving his glans exposed. He's released
momentarily and another hand steers him backward, and down into a plush area
of pillows.

He sees Sara's hands feel blindly for where they are, Elisa helps her. Sara
would never see as well as they did in the dark. Then before the thought
came to him, his penis is encased in dampness. The small, soft, pouting lips
he knew so intimately enveloped his penis in its warmth. Hands knead his
scrotum.

Other hands move his face to the side. Teeth plunge into his neck and he is
instantly ripped away from the exhiliration of the Now and to a heightened
bliss as everything is amplified tenfold. He can feel the shifting about him
and blunt teeth take the place of the sharp ones. He can feel the sucking
fill him with an elation. Sara's hands roaming blindly over his chest.

Hands touch him, devouring his chest, his penis, his inner thighs, his neck
and face. Lips move upon his nipples and belly. He can feel Elisa's naked
body upon his knee as she leans down into him. Her lips graze his penis. A
sudden shiver overcomes him as she opens her mouth. But she stops to smile.
She tugs at Sara and they switch places again. Now the biting comes from
both sides; one gentle, one strong. Sara stroking, teasing, pulling,
squeezing, tongue- lashing, pinching, and carressing from the underside.
Elisa kissing, biting, scratching, palming, and massaging from the topside.

His legs try to wrap about Sara but their attachment to his hands, unable
him to clamp her between them. His hands try to clutch at either girl, but
their attachment to his legs, disable them. He opens his mouth and closes
his eyes as he feels himself coming to orgasm and a moaning sigh escapes him
as he capitulates at last to the onslaught.

Elisa lets him lay back upon her. Sara lays restfully upon him. His penis
cradled haphazardly between the girl's breasts. Then a soft, cute giggle
comes from her lips. He tries to reach up to Sara's face to move it so as to
see the smiling visage, but the chains stop him. Then she laughs some more.
"Now *you* can try going to the refrigerator with those on."

He smiles remembering her in these, completely exposed to the cold of the
refrigerator realizing she couldn't reach anything with the restraints,
need- ing him for the simple task of getting something to drink.

A cool stream of a viscous liquid splashes against his chest interrupting
his thoughts. But his smile remains as he wonders what they'll do this time.