Agony Aunt

by G. C. Scott

  ‘Not without some prompting – and not from me. She’s too stiff-necked to admit she needs someone else around – if she does.’

  ‘Do you want me to speak to her?’ Katrina offered.

  ‘I don’t know. Wait a bit. Let me think about it. If you call as soon as I leave she’ll know I put you up to it. And that may just put her back up again, as well as make me look weak.’

  ‘Now who is being stiff-necked?’ Katrina mocked him with a smile. Then she turned serious again. ‘What will you do? If neither of you will give in, how do you expect to get back into her bed?’

  Tom didn’t like talking about Harriet when he was with Katrina, nor did he see much point in talking about a problem for which he had no solution, so he changed the subject. Since they were both in the nude, that wasn’t such a difficult task. He took Katrina into his arms and began to stroke her back, her skin warm and velvety under his hands. She fell silent, accepting his caresses. She stretched lazily, cat-like, and moulded herself to him. Tom wouldn’t have been surprised if she had begun to purr.

  When Katrina fell asleep in his arms, he thought at first that she was purring. He smiled to himself. Knowing that Katrina snored made him feel better. Her beauty was made more earthy by this small foible. And, still smiling, he too feel asleep. It had been a long evening.

  ‘You were snoring,’ Katrina said accusingly.

  Tom woke up. They were still lying on the sofa in the front room. It was morning. Although the sun hadn’t risen high enough to shine in through the skylight, there was enough light in the room to make out most of the details. Katrina was lying on top of him, and his arms had gone numb from holding her. He shifted to restore circulation and Katrina sat up.

  ‘You snore too,’ Tom told her. ‘But I don’t mind. It makes you more earthy.’

  ‘I do not snore,’ Katrina denied vehemently. ‘And what do you mean, more earthy? I was not earthy enough last night?’

  ‘All right, all right. I give in. Get off me and I’ll see about some coffee and breakfast.’

  Still naked, they went into the kitchen. Katrina pointed out where things were kept and Tom made breakfast for them.

  ‘What do you want to do today?’ he asked Katrina.

  ‘Well, this afternoon you are taking me to get my nipples pierced. Or had you forgotten?’

  ‘No. That would be hard to forget. But what time are we going to have you done?’ Tom leered at her as he pronounced the last word.

  ‘Not until three o’clock, so you have plenty of time to do me once more before then. We don’t have to go anywhere for hours. Are you rested?’ Katrina leered in return.

  ‘I think I’ll have just enough strength. But you’re hard on a man, did you know that? I don’t know how Ari keeps up with you.’

  ‘He cannot. Why do you think I wanted you to come over?’ Then Katrina became serious. ‘I want to spend the morning making love with you, then we will go out to the body piercing place in the afternoon. Afterwards we can eat out somewhere, and I would like to take you on a canal cruise tonight. After that we can sample the cultural scene in the red-light district just around the corner. The ladies should all be on the job by then. After going around all evening with me and knowing I have just had my nipples pierced, and seeing the ladies in the Oude Zijds Voorburgwaal, you should have developed a strong desire for my body again – which we can satisfy as soon as we get back here. Or in any dark corner you fancy in the street. But we will have to be careful. As you know, I scream when I come. That may bring the police – or the muggers – down on us. You will have to hold your hand over my mouth.’ Katrina smiled at him over her coffee cup. ‘Do you approve of all that? Or more important, can you keep up?’

  ‘I’ll do my best,’ Tom said manfully. ‘I just hope you won’t expect to be entertained all through the night as well.’

  ‘I will make you glad to get back to Harriet for some rest,’ Katrina said. ‘But for now, try to whip up some enthusiasm for a bit of morning sex. I feel ravenous.’

  Tom smiled at the solecism. ‘Don’t you mean “insatiable”?’

  ‘Your language is full of confusing words. But you know what I mean.’

  ‘I was afraid I did,’ Tom admitted. Getting to his feet, he said, ‘Come on then. There’ll be no rest until you’re satiated.’

  ‘What makes you think I can be satiated?’

  ‘All right then, until you’re too tired to scream. Bring the rope along with you.’ He led the way back into the front room. There he looked up at the exposed beams in the roof. They might just do for the next stage in the entertainment of Katrina. Over his shoulder he could see her following him from the kitchen, the coil of rope in one hand and a mischievous smile on her face. Tom stopped in the centre of the room and waited for her.

  She handed him the coil of rope and stood waiting for him to take the next step. Tom noticed that her hand trembled slightly as she touched him. She could guess what was coming, and she was excited by it. So was Tom. His cock was busily sending semaphore signals of readiness.

  Katrina noticed. She reached to stroke him. Her hands encircled his stiff cock, squeezing gently, her fingers gliding along the sensitive underside. ‘I think you will do just fine,’ she told him. Then she let go of his cock and stood waiting for him.

  Tom coiled the rope loosely on the floor at his feet. Then he stood back and took aim, throwing the rope over the beam. At the first try the end went over but did not come far enough down for him to grasp it. He pulled it back down and tried again. This time he was able to catch the end of the rope. He pulled it down and left it hanging. With one of the short pieces of rope he tied Katrina’s wrists together in front of her. Then he fastened the long rope over the ceiling beam to her bound wrists and pulled it until she was stretched tautly with her arms high over her head and her feet on the floor. He tied the free end to the door knob. As he did so he thought wistfully of Harriet’s well-equipped basement workshop. He wondered if he was ever going to see it again.

  Katrina said nothing while this was being done to her, but her agitation was revealed by the trembling of her legs and the raised tempo of her breathing. Tom remembered that she had been excited by the actual mechanics of being tied up on her first visit. She was now effectively tethered to the spot since there was no slack in the rope over the beam. She gave one experimental tug and then stood quietly once more.

  Tom left her hanging and went into the bedroom. He wanted to find something to gag her, as well as a strap or a switch with which to beat her. He and Harriet had not explored her reaction to a combination of mild pain and sexual stimulation, and he planned to do that now. It should be interesting for both of them. But he wanted her gagged before he went ahead.

  He searched the drawers of the bureau first, finding several scarves which obviously belonged to Katrina’s friend. He laid them on the bed while he looked for something with which to lash her. In the closet he found an old-fashioned broom made of twigs fastened together. That would do. He didn’t want anything too long since he didn’t want to mark Katrina’s body or cause her to suffer any great pain – but he wanted her to know that she was being lashed. If she showed signs of liking it, he could always hit harder. Alternatively, he could stop if she was in distress. This was where Harriet and he differed. Harriet didn’t stop once she got started, and she didn’t mind if she struck too hard. He had to admit, though, he found it exciting. Tom pulled three or four of the longest switches from the broom.

  He went back into the large sitting room, pausing in the doorway to look at Katrina strung up to the beam. She looked exciting. And excited. Merely being left alone and helpless for a short time had caused her nipples to erect and a flush to spread to her face. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly as she breathed deeply. She was facing the door when he entered the room, and Tom saw the look of relief and anticipation on her face. He went to her and touched the taut nipples, drawing a loud gasp from her.

  ‘Are you wet too?’ Tom asked
with a smile.

  Instead of answering, Katrina moaned. Her legs jerked spasmodically and she made a thrusting movement with her hips.

  ‘So you like it when I talk dirty, do you? Would you like me to whisper into your ear what I’m going to do to you?’

  ‘I’d like it better if you just did it,’ Katrina gasped out. ‘Can’t you see I am burning up?’

  ‘All right,’ Tom agreed. ‘We’ll get on with it. I’m going to gag you now. Open your mouth.’ When she did, he thrust one of the scarves inside, binding it in place with a second one.

  Katrina looked wild, her nostrils flaring widely. He used the third scarf to blindfold her. Tom debated whether to tie her ankles together. It would make a more striking scene, but he decided against it. He wanted her legs free. Briefly he stood back from her, admiring the tableau he had created. Without any warning Katrina arched her back and threw back her head, so that her face was towards the ceiling. Her hips were thrusting steadily and she made a continuous mewing sound. Tom realised that she must have had a spontaneous orgasm, brought on by the excitement of being strung up.

  He moved closer to her, waiting for her to finish. Then, standing behind her, he cupped her breasts, weighing the firm round shapes in his open hands, his fingers squeezing her taut crinkly nipples.

  The effect on Katrina was electric. She had another climax, merely from being touched. A long muffled cry came through her gag, a scream that emerged as a moan. She pressed herself backward against Tom, rubbing her bottom on his erect cock. She seemed to be trying to take him inside her, or to urge him to enter her. Her bound hands were twisting above her head, as if she were trying to bring them down and guide him into herself. The muscles in her forearms stood out starkly as she tugged madly at the rope that held her prisoner.

  Tom shifted one of his hands to her stomach, caressing her, rubbing her mons veneris and her pubic hair, pressing a fingertip into her navel. He felt the tightness of her stomach muscles under his hand. When he slid a finger into her and touched her clitoris Katrina had another long orgasm, shuddering and moaning against him. In his other hand the weight of her breast seemed to increase as it became engorged. He could trace the course of a blood vessel in her breast as he held her. It ran to her nipple area, and when he looked down he could see it plainly under her warm, smooth skin, fat and pulsing. He knew this was another sign of her excitement, since normally the vein was not visible.

  Abruptly Tom let go of Katrina and picked up one of the switches he had brought from the bedroom. He stepped around in front of her and struck her sharply across the breasts. Katrina jerked in surprise and emitted a sharper sound that suggested pain rather than pleasure. Tom struck just the once. Then he bent to kiss the place he had struck her, using his tongue and teeth on her nipples while he slid his finger inside her to touch her clitoris again. Katrina abruptly shifted gears. She gasped, and began to moan as she had another quick, sharp climax.

  Tom continued to alternate the blows and caresses, striking her now across the tops of her thighs, then on her stomach, again across the breasts. Always he returned to arousing her, weaving together the pain and pleasure until she lost all control. Katrina jerked and moaned, twisting against the rope, thrusting with her hips, as she came again and again. Tom dropped the switch and moved back to stand behind her, this time entering from behind, spreading her thighs until he could slide into her. Katrina bucked wildly, thrusting herself against him, trying to get more of him inside her.

  Tom couldn’t hold back. He had been aroused by Katrina’s frenzy. When he felt himself coming he held her tightly against him, and she struggled and jerked as he pumped inside her. It felt as if his cock were buried in living fire as Katrina squeezed herself tightly around him. The spasm of her own climax swept through her and she shook like a tree in a gale.

  After it was over Tom held her tightly against himself, supporting her as her legs threatened to let go. Katrina’s body was bathed in sweat and her breath rasped in her throat for a long time after her final orgasm. Then Tom withdrew from her and went to sit on the sofa, enjoying the sight of Katrina standing naked and sweating in the centre of the room. From time to time a shudder passed through her, and she moaned softly through the gag. Gradually the flush left her skin and her breathing slowed to normal.

  Still Tom made no move to untie her. Katrina turned her head from side to side as if she were trying to locate him. The blindfold hid her eyes so he couldn’t see her expression, but she made muffled questioning noises through the gag. It sounded as if she were trying to call his name, but what came out was a prolonged ‘Ommmmm?’ He did not acknowledge her. Harriet had taught him the effectiveness of leaving one’s partner in suspense after lovemaking. It usually had the effect of making the next time more exciting. He was pleased to have discovered how explosively Katrina had reacted to the mixture of pain and sexual pleasure to which he had just subjected her.

  The shadows shortened in the room as Tom sat admiring Katrina’s nudity. The sun rose high enough to shine through the skylight, touching her body with warm gold and shadowing the hollow of her stomach and navel. She stood quietly now.

  Perhaps an hour after they had made love, Tom heard Katrina moan softly through her gag. She shifted her stance, spreading her legs as far as she could, then she seemed to hunch slightly as she emptied her bladder. The urine fell mostly on to the floor between her feet, but some of it ran down the insides of her legs.

  Still not speaking, Tom went into the kitchen to search for something to clean up the puddle. He returned with a bucket of warm water, a mop and a tea towel. Standing beside Katrina, he could smell the perfume she used mingling with the odour of her urine. She was completely vulnerable now, helplessly bound and gagged, and had been forced to wet herself where she stood. Tom dipped the towel into the bucket and cleaned her legs. At the first touch Katrina jumped slightly, but then she stood quietly once more as he washed her. Finally he mopped up the puddle on the floor and went to empty the water down the toilet.

  When he returned to the room he picked up the switch from the floor and took his stance behind Katrina. He drew back his arm and struck her on the under slope of her bottom, just above the gluteal fold. Katrina had tensed as she heard the sibilant hiss of the switch, and when the blow landed she jerked in pain. ‘Ahhhhhhhnnng!’ she cried, the gag muffling the sound once again. Five more times Tom struck her, lashing her bottom and the backs of her thighs, leaving light red marks on her flesh. Katrina jerked and cried out each time she was struck. Then he knelt down and kissed the weals, licking her where he had punished her.

  Katrina’s cries became soft moans as his mouth moved over her bottom and thighs. When he spread her cheeks and probed at the tight rosebud of her anus, she appeared to have forgotten all about the lashing she had just endured. Her cries became eager, urging him on as he first kissed her arsehole and then penetrated it with his finger.

  Tom could feel the tightness of her sphincter yielding slowly as he pushed against it, then finally relaxing and allowing his finger to slide fully inside her. With his other hand he stroked Katrina’s mons veneris, feeling it grow warm under his hand. Katrina’s hips began to move forward and backward in time with the rhythm of his thrusts and caresses, and once again she began to breath rapidly as the characteristic flush of arousal coloured her face and neck, spreading down to her breasts. Her nipples grew erect, inviting fingers or a mouth, but Tom concentrated on her arsehole and her sex. As Katrina became more excited, he could feel the wetness spreading between her legs. With his finger he tested her labia and clitoris, feeling the slickness and warmth of her. He slid two fingers into her sex, using the knuckle of his thumb to bump her clitoris.

  Through the membrane separating her two passages, Tom could feel the fingers of both his hands as he thrust them alternately into her and withdrew them. Katrina rocked her hips to meet the thrusts, a high keening sound coming now from deep in her throat. When she came, Tom felt her internal muscles tensing and relaxin
g as the spasms shook her. He continued to arouse her, liking the feeling of power it gave him to be able to drive her over the edge of control. Katrina came several times, the onset of each climax signalled by a rise in the pitch of her moans. Women, Tom thought, are truly inexhaustible. Or at any rate some of them are. He knew he would never be able to come as often as she had already done in the same period of time.

  Eventually she hung limp from her bound wrists, her body dewed with her sweat and her breath sawing in her throat. Only then did Tom relent. He helped her to stand so that she was no longer suspended from her wrists. Then he untied the free end of the rope and let her down, assisting her to the sofa and seating her. Katrina lay with her head leaning against the back of the sofa and her legs thrust straight out before her. She looked exhausted. Tom marvelled that she hadn’t collapsed before this. He bent to remove her gag and blindfold, then he untied her wrists. Once again there were red marks where the ropes had chafed her, deeper and redder than the ones that had marked her earlier. He rubbed them gently while she recovered.

  Katrina sat up and gave him a wan smile. ‘I don’t know why you got the idea of beating me, but I came like a bomb. Do you think I will become one of your English masochists?’ she asked rhetorically. She didn’t seem worried by that possibility.

  ‘I noticed a certain, er, augmented response from you,’ Tom replied. ‘But there’s no hope of your being admitted to the English Society of Journeymen Masochists. They have a strong union and they require years of apprenticeship before they even let you have your first orgasm. Glad you liked it, anyway. I was a bit worried about you after the last bit.’

  ‘No need to worry. I am young and strong. And, as you would say, randy.’

  ‘Yes, I noticed all those things, but you did look a bit frazzled. I’m glad you liked it. That’s all anyone can expect.’