So... we had been dating (read having sex) for about two years. Things were going well in that department. They had reached a point where there was deep mutual trust between them, and nothing seemed taboo.
Not that they had tried any really off the wall kinky stuff, but there were a few things that she had entrusted to him that he felt 'honored' to have been entrusted with.
She enjoyed being, well, "restrained". Often he would hear her ask him to please tie her up....... but not too tight... (?), while they made love. He'd tie her hands to the posts of the bed with her scarves, as well as her feet, her legs spread, her long silk nightgown the only thing between she and him.
She squirmed, her long strawberry blonde hair puddled around her head on the pillow. She squirmed not out of anxiety, but anticipation, for she knew what he could do, might do, hoped he would do to her....
She was helpless. She thought because she was held only by her silk scarves, they were too flimsy to actually be restraining her from escape. She had no idea that silk had nearly three times the tensile strength of steel. He knew this. This made him hard, made his balls nearly ache with power. He could, literally, do anything he wanted to her..
But he respected her. She trusted him. They loved each other for who they were. He was not an Adonis, by any means, nor she Venus.... but they were by no means ugly, and they thought each other very attractive....
He hovered over her, taking in the scene before him. She was spread-eagled to him, the soft silk gown covering her, her breasts rising and falling a little faster now...her nipples hardening under his gaze.
He slowly removed his clothes, discarding them on a nearby chair. He moved to straddle her, his pulsing cock now mere centimeters from her full, pouting lips.
Lips she now wetted with her tongue, all the while staring at the head of his engorged cock. She opened her mouth slightly, a little smile turning up the corners of her wonderful mouth...
He could feel the warm silk of her gown against his balls as he sat astride her, his thighs against her wonderful breasts. He moved his butt forward, putting the head of his cock against her lower lip. She licked the tip, and felt it jump a bit. "Please, baby....", she said...looking emploringly into his dark brown eyes...
He moved again, toward her lips while at the same time pulling the pillow up under her head. His swollen head was slowly enveloped by those luscious lips. She warmed the head of his cock in her mouth, and tongued the underside of the head.......he sighed with pleasure. Her mouth was heavenly.
He moved only slightly, feeling her lips around him as she savored him like a delicious bon-bon, moving him in and out of her mouth. "I want to see you cum", she said as he withdrew from the wonderful warmth of her.
"You will my love, you will", he said, and slowly raised himself from her, moving to the end of the bed.
He lay on the bed, his face inches from her Mons..he could smell her wetness through the silk, could feel the heat from her. He breathed his own hot breath on the thin fabric between her legs. She squirmed again, this time trying to arch her back and push herself at his mouth...
Her gown was long, and spread out between her legs, nearly to the end of the bed. As he lay on the bed, he also lay against the smooth silk. His cock moved on the gown as he slid closer to her..... and placed his lips softly against her. He could feel her softness against his lips as he kissed her, again, and again....she mewed a little with each soft kiss...
His tongue moved between her lips, wetting the silk and pushing it between them as well...she moaned as she felt his tongue. He pushed in further, the silk against his tongue finding her clit. She trembled beneath his mouth, as he began to explore her.....
He felt her begin to stiffen, as her climax began, deep within her..
His tongue touched her hardness, played around it, flattened it against her pubic bone, ever so gently.. then firmer.... soft again.....around it...around again...now sucking, softly, lovingly sucking the hard nib...
She felt the tingling wave begin deep behind her cervix, like a slow motion nuclear explosion.... it built in wonderfully slow intensity, blossoming outward....she felt herself sink into it, giving in to the bloom of sensation...and then the sudden white-light of ecstasy as she went past the point of no return....
As the wave enveloped her, her back arched, unintelligible sounds coming from her.......
He moved some of the gown aside, revealing her now pulsing wetness to his mouth... and he kissed her there, kissed her sweetness, went inside her with his tongue...
She gushed as the climax overtook her, literally spraying his face with hot liquid....her juices, her "cum"... he wanted to bathe in it.... wished a shower of it over himself...she was enveloped by the entire sensation of it..she resigned herself to the explosive soft rapturous sensations that carried her away...and drenched him in the evidence of his successful endeavors..
All this had brought him to a near-climax...his efforts at her had him moving around on the bed, pushing himself against the silk of her gown that lay between her legs on the bed.... he slowed..... savoring the declination of heat between them as the tempest within her slacked... he could hear her breathing begin to slow, and she raised her head to look at his face between her thighs....
"You.... are.....really something..... something else".... she said. 'Now, I have something for you, my love...."
She rose, slowly from the bed, the scarves loosed by him... her gown trailing behind her as she left the now wet sheets. She kept walking into the adjacent room, pausing just a second to look at him over her shoulder.
She paused, seeming to catch her breath.... leaning against the doorframe, as he rose from the edge of the bed. As he did, she reached into the room, and flipped on a wall switch..... a gentle light filled the room.....
She walked into the room, her gown whispering softly the only sound... and stood by what appeared to be an ironing board, draped by a long, creamy white gown, its voluminous folds of silk-satin puddling on the floor on either side of the board. "Come over here", she said.
He did so. Walking up close to her, as she stood next to the ironing board. "Stay right here, my love..." , she said, and she walked around to the opposite side of the board... She reached out with her right hand, and grasped the handle of what appeared to be a very old fashioned electric iron...
"This old iron is from the 50's... It was made by General Electric. In its time it was the best there was. They didn't make steam irons yet...", she said, and with her thumb and middle finger, moved the temperature dial from "low", to "silk/rayon".... the dial was located underneath the handle on the metal body of the iron, with settings from "off" at its lowest, all the way up to "very hot" at the end of the dial. He noted this, as it was important to him. To his desire. To his craving.
And she knew it. So very well. Two years of indulging each other had honed this particular part of him, by her, to a razor's edge. She had the ability to bring him to just about any level of pre-ecstasy she wanted. And she enjoyed her the ability to control him like this.
Not really dominating him...but the power to pull him into this state of arousal with these simple tools.
He stood at the board, his engorged cock literally pulsing with lust-blood, just above the level of the board. She reached out with her left hand, and gently pushed it down onto the gown on the board....sliding it
back and forth a little against the silk-satin... he gasped at the sensation.... "I would enjoy ironing this silk gown for you.., would you like me to do that?"..
"..oh...yes..." he whispered, his voice nearly caught in his throat...
She smiled, and lifted the old iron, and set it down on the bodice of the gown, which was adorned with lace, and began to smooth out the wrinkles in the silk...moving the iron slowly, ever so slowly, toward his cock..that she still held prisoner against the gown on the board....
She so very carefully, and deftly moved the iron close to his erection, as she held it softly against her gown on the board.
He felt the heat of the iron as she did this. It was very warm, but not hot. He trusted her, and knew that she would never hurt him...but the danger was there.... She knew it, as did he.
"This is one of my most wonderfully expensive nightgowns," she said..
" I've had it for a long time. And ever since we met, and I became wrapped up in your fetish-fantasy, I have wondered what it would be like to.......indulge myself.
"But I could never bring myself to it. Not with this gown. This is the softest, smoothest silk-satin I have ever felt. I know you can feel it too. Right now..
"The thread-count must be 600 or 800 at least..
"And there is so much of it.".......
With this, she reached over the board with her left hand and picked up a large handful of the butter-soft silk, and grasped his hardness in it. He gasped again...the heavenly sensation was indescribable....
"God, I love this gown. I believe it may be one of a kind", she said... She moved the temperature dial up, another notch... to just below "cotton"... the metal began to 'tic as it heated some more.... she continued to iron the silk, moving the heavy iron over the material...smoothing it out as it went....
She noted his breathing was becoming faster, and he was swallowing frequently as he watched with rapt attention the iron moving across the priceless silk...
She moved the iron all the way to the end of the ironing board, having to let go of him briefly as she did so...his rigid cock laying in a soft handful of silken folds..... "Don't touch yourself", she commanded. He stood there, as she moved the iron back toward his cock again....closer, closer... he could feel the heat now, as she pushed it into the folds surrounding him...nearly touching him.... hot now..... God, this was both heaven and torture at the same time....
As the iron moved close to him, she stopped it just before it touched him through the folds of silk..
She did not move it. She did, however, move the temperature dial. Up. Higher. This time to just above the "wool" setting.... the iron 'tic'd again as it heated...
He could smell the hot metal now.... and the hot silk, and the remnants of the perfume she wore, the last time she had worn this nightgown..
Now she began to relinquish some of the control..., because she was weakening to the allure of his fetish... she too had become entranced by the strange wicked enjoyment. The 'wrongness' of it. The danger..... the risk.
The beauty of the exquisite, nearly irreplaceable silk-satin. The craftsmanship it took to hand-sew the smoothness into the lovely nightgown.., and the risk of the old iron, never designed or meant to touch such a delicate material doing damage to it.
How far could she go, without actually damaging it? Could she pull up short of scorching the silk before he came? Did she dare try? Did she want to....
Once again, she gently grasped his erection within the silken folds, feeling the heat of the iron against her hand now...smelling the hot silk.... nearly too hot....careful. She must be so very careful.
She began to very, very slowly stroke his cock in the silk now, as she began to move the iron once again.... It had left an imprint where it sat, so close to him, but no damage... just the slightest hint of smoke rose from beneath the soleplate as she moved it.... his cock jumped in her hand as the smell reached his nostrils..., again she smiled.... he was close already... building..
God, he could barely contain himself...her hand against his hardness through the warm silk, watching her moving the iron over the creamy silk.... she was beginning to softly "mew",....a sexy soft sigh of desire as she passed the iron over her gown.... he could see the mixed emotions in her face.....
"Unnnh", she uttered, as once again she turned up the iron... this time past "linen", past "hot", and pegged the dial at "very hot"...
She moved the iron a little faster now.... as well as her hand on him.. she began to become caught up in the finality of these moments, as the iron heated more, and more, becoming hotter and hotter against her silken nightgown.. "Now!", she thought, 'Pick it up NOW! STOP! IT'S TOO HOT! NO! NO!" But her lust overcame her thoughts.
"Watch me, baby", she whispered...."Watch it burn! Mmmmm, yes...smell it burning..."
The iron was now so very hot, it began to leave a nearly black trail behind it, as she moved it across the bodice...she covered the delicate lace with it, and was rewarded with twirls of blue smoke from beneath the hot soleplate. "It's ruined!...my beautiful gown is ruined!" she said.... with a mixture of feelings.... she smiled again, and put the hot soleplate down on another place in the dress of the gown.... smoke at once puffing out around the iron....
She would not let him come. She would sense the approaching climax, and stop moving her hand.... as she kept moving the burning iron across her gown...
Up, and down the length of the nightgown... burning, scorching the silk...the air blue with smoke from the carnage... she finally moved her hand on him again...this time pulling him to climax, as she left the iron sitting in the spot just next to his cock in her hand....nearly underneath her hand... he could feel the intense heat...so hot...and the smoke twirling up through the unburned silken glove she held him in..
He came.... staring at her as she turned up the iron all the way.... as she briefly hesitated, before pushing the burning hot metal onto her gown... sensing her will to stop the destruction, and at the same time lusting to see it burn under the iron... Knowing it was gone, ruined, destroyed.... She stroked him, softly, lovingly, entreating him to fill the silk in her hand....as her gown burned blacker beneath it...and fill it he did, feeling himself spurt hard into her hand....some of the come escaping the silk, and hissing against the iron next to his pulsing cock...."Yesss, my love..." she cooed..."come for me...come...mmmmm, yes... watch it burn, watch it burn...."
Then they sat on the loveseat in the bedroom. Looking at the scene before them... the iron on it's heel. Some smoke still rising from the last spot in which it sat...the black, burned swaths like scars across the once beautiful silk nightgown...his evidence of pleasure staining it...
"I love you", he said.
"And I you, my dearest", she said.... "I can't wait to find an even prettier gown...."
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