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Henry and Charlotte finally had the house completely to themselves. After 23 years of child rearing, their last was finally out of the nest. They watched Lisa drive away for college in Chicago, a long way from Wallace, Nebraska. A tear rolled down Char-lotte’s cheek as she let out a sigh and closed the front door. As she started to turn, Henry grabbed both arms and forced her hard back against the door, totally surprising her. From there he proceeded to kiss her passionately which she returned with equal enthusiasm. It had been so many years since Henry had so aggres-sively and passionately approached his wife. Years they had both missed dearly.

Henry was a very good father and husband. He and Charlotte, when young, were not really that rough with each other. However, Henry had been rather aggressive in how he had approached and handled his wife. That was until his eldest son saw them playing around in the kitchen. The young boy misinterpreted his actions and started crying, thinking he was going to hurt Mommy. Since then, while they were just as passionate and loving as ever, he never again aggres-sively handled Charlotte even in private so he wouldn’t forget and frighten one of the kids.

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He laid her gently on the living room floor. He took down the decor-ative ropes holding the drapes back and returned to her. He unknotted the lengths and laid them next to her. Then he started with her ankles, tying them together. He tied her knees together. Then below her breasts he tied her arms to her body. He flipped her over and untied her wrists then retied them in a more comfortable position. Then he put her on her back and left the room.

When he returned, he had her feather duster in hand. She braced herself for more tickling; what came was delicate soft sensuous strokes like nothing she’d felt before. Her breathing had gotten deep with an occasional small moan when she realized what she’d let herself in for. The devilment he’d planned was to keep teasing her like this for a long time. Which was precisely what he did. By varying the amount of stim-ulation, he kept her totally excited and completely frustrated since he would not quite push her over that edge. When he grabbed her breast and lightly bit one nipple, the shock of the timing of it pushed her over the edge and ripped a scream of pleasure from her. This surprised them both since she was not, and had never been, a screamer.

He lay down next to her on the floor and started slowly brushing her hair with his hand. Eventually she turned a glassy eyed stare to his face and smiled. He continued to brush her hair with his hand until he saw that the glassiness had left her eyes and some of her strength had returned. He removed all of the ropes but the one on her ankles and the belt around her wrists. Then he placed her on her knees in front of a chair.

When he sat on the front edge of that chair, what he wanted was immediately apparent to her. How-ever, the circumstances were not the same as in the shower. Not only did he this time have her helpless, but she felt helpless and without a choice. She knew she could have refused and he would have just untied her, but he would then be quite disappointed in her, from his point of view with reason. That disappointment would surely carry over for some time to come, making days as pleasant as today a long time in coming. However, in these cir-cumstances, taking his cock in would be a clear sign of submission. She only hesitated a moment.

When she’d finished, he re-moved the belt from her wrists, then the rope on her ankles. There were rope burns on her ankles. He realized he’d have to find a better way of binding her.

That night as they both lay there in bed and he’d already fallen asleep, she was thinking about the fact that he’d played her the way a fine violinist plays his instrument and gotten whatever reaction he wanted at the time. She fell asleep not knowing how she felt about that.

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Read the rest of Empty Next - Part I in Consent Magazine Issue #21 Spring 2004