Part 1

Pearl and I had known each other for several years, had dated occasionally and had been physically intimate only twice. We were good friends and we even went to church together. There was an age difference, though, and her five years seniority may have been the reason I never slipped into the role of “manly man” when with her.

I woke up Sunday morning almost hung over with thick cotton mouth but no headache. I had fallen asleep next to Pearl on one of her twin beds, but this morning she was sound asleep in the second bed. I slipped from beneath the single sheet she had placed over me, quietly walked past her bed into the bathroom and completed my morning duties. I considered a quick shower but didn’t want to awaken Pearl because she had had her fair share at her company’s Christmas party the night before, too, so I moved as quietly as possible, found my clothes and started dressing.

Dressed except for my shoes I looked once more at Pearl and smiled when I saw she was awake and looking right back at me. Her Asian eyes always seemed to smile before she did, and even this morning they had that happy, if somewhat hung over, sparkle that usually made my chest puff up with pride at being the object of their happiness. The rest of her face followed her eyes, and my day could get no better.

“You aren’t leaving already, are you?” she asked.

“Sweetie,” I replied, “I don’t even have my tooth brush here.” Commitment was not my strong suit, so I finished tying my shoes and stood up ready to leave.

“You can use mine, Michael,” she said, and now the smile in her eyes had turned sad.

“Well,” I hemmed, “I really have a lot to get done today, Pearl.” I started moving towards the door.

Pearl had tossed off the single cover under which she had slept and was standing on her bed draped in shimmering white satin night gown. Her short black hair matched her black eyes and both looked a bit undone. Her lips formed a small pout which would have looked petulant on a Caucasian, but Pearl’s Chinese lineage made the pout look almost stern.

“At least,” she said, “give me a hug before you leave.”

I stepped towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist, and she draped her arms over my shoulders. Even though Pearl was only 5 feet tall I could lay my head on the upper portion of her large breasts when she stood on the bed, and I did so with a great sigh of contentment. Her hands pressed at the back of my head which kept my face in her bosom.

“Please,” she whispered, “just another half hour. I need you.”

What could I do? The most beautiful woman in the world had me trapped against her breasts and the sexual tension had suddenly ratcheted up to 11 on the 10 scale. I just nodded because I couldn’t speak with my face so comfortably nestled against the fullness of her breasts beneath the satin night gown. That was when I felt her hands move from my head to my shoulders and begin to lightly push not away but down.

“Please, Baby, on your knees and I’ll scootch to the edge of the bed for you,” she whispered.

Some oral sex seemed the perfect diversion to take Pearl’s mind off the stay-the-day thing so I just followed her lead and slowly dropped to my knees at the foot of her bed. I thought she would enjoy controlling the pace so moved no faster than the pressure from her hands on my shoulders dictated. She had been shifting down to a sitting position and when we reached the point at which we could go no lower she draped her legs over my shoulders and grabbed my hair in her right hand. With her left hand she tugged the hem of her night gown above her waist then yanked hard to pull my face between her thighs.

When I stretched my arms alongside legs and past her butt, she whispered, a bit more forcefully than before, “No, Baby, behind your back. Put your hands behind your back for me.”

Well, who was I to complain? Pearl’s scent was intoxicating, my cock was now a rock hard bulge in my slacks, and I was just a man in need of sex, so without really thinking much about it I moved my hands behind my back and placed the back of my right hand in the palm of the left in a classic military parade rest posture. Pearl had raised her feet along my spine to permit the movement, and now she dug her heels into the muscles below my shoulders and used my body as a brace to pull crotch and my face together.

Pearl’s panties were damp and a decidedly slick spot on them indicated she was as hot and eager as I was. Her fingers combed into my hair and without really causing any pain ground my face into her nylon covered vagina. It was all so easy and delicious. I licked her panties and my tongue pushed the nylon between her labia. I tried to rub my tongue against her clitoris but the panties prevented either of us really feeling any sensations there; not her sex but nor my tongue.

Suddenly her grip in my hair tightened and she hissed, “Oh, not now, damn!”

“Patience, Baby,” she said. “I really have to go unless you want me to pee the bed.”

She moved quickly, untangled herself from me, and gently pushed my head to the bed. “God, baby, please don’t move, I want it all back when I’m done!” Her voice was soft, but the tension was there just like it was licking at me.

Her carpet was thick so the position wasn’t uncomfortable for my knees and the mattress was a good height for me and supported my lower back and torso. Pearl’s scent was in her sheets so I just nodded and relaxed.

“OK, Pearl, but I’m past ready for breakfast,” I joked. My humor was lost in the sheets and I heard the bathroom door close.

I didn’t hear it open. In fact I didn’t hear the toilet flush or the faucet run. The next sensation wasn’t sound, but the touch of metal on my right wrist. Puzzled, I started to straighten up, but Pearl pushed all her weight down on my back and almost leisurely snapped the second handcuff on my left wrist. I fought back a moment of panic and again tried to straighten up but her weight was completely on my back. I was trapped in a vise between Pearl’s nakedness and her bed.

“It’s ok, baby,” she said close to my left ear. “Just let me play for a few minutes, and I think I can guarantee you’ll enjoy it too, and the sex will be the best you’ve ever had!”

Not really in a position to argue I nodded and agreed to the argument most men love to hear, the best sex I’ve ever had. “Alright, let’s give it a whirl,” I said. Besides, I discovered I wasn’t in all that big a rush to leave, now.

Pearl moved carefully so she didn’t accidentally hurt me and was soon back on the bed twisting and squirming to get her legs over my shoulders and my face back between her thighs. The short time she’d been gone she had dropped not just her night gown, but also her panties, so her pussy was naked and glistening with her own dampness. Pearl’s pubic hair had always been sparse, and I hadn’t noticed last night that she had removed what she had to create a baby’s-butt-smooth mound.

Of course I dove right in and began to drag my tongue up and down the moist slit between Pearl’s labia and quickly found her clitoris. My tongue pushed and twirled around the tiny bundle of nerves and her moans of pleasure forced their way past my own reverie. Her hands were back in my hair, her heels dug into my back as if she were spurring a favorite mount, and there wasn’t much I could do about it except make sure she enjoyed the ride.

I swear I never knew Pearl could be so aroused without losing control, but she hung on and made me work for her promise. She was lubricating so copiously she was actually dribbling, but that didn’t matter a lot because I was drooling into her dribble and enjoying the slick breakfast she offered. Without warning her fingers curled into fists in my hair and her thighs clamped to the sides of my head when the first orgasm rocked her boat.

“Unh!” was her only vocal response, a grunt that was immediately followed by a gusher of liquid from her vagina.

I suppose I could have forced myself to stand because Pearl is such a small woman, but I really had no desire to do so. My mouth had been open when the orgasm struck, so I received and swallowed a mouth full of whatever the climax was. I really didn’t care that is was probably mostly urine, because I was so turned on by the experience I just burrowed as deep as her locked thighs permitted and swallowed every drop.

Pearl’s grip in my hair relaxed and the sting I hadn’t noticed during the excitement was slow to subside even though she tenderly stroked my hair. Her fingers twirled in my hair, but her thighs remained clamped to my head making listening difficult, but the enjoyment of her touch more intense.

“Oh, baby”, she said, “you were so wonderful! Thank you so much for that release.”

Her words were muffled by her legs against my ears, but I understood. I started to reach up to stroke her legs but my hands were stopped by the forgotten cuffs. Every muscle in my body reacted by tensing up, and I felt a pin prick of panic in spite of the musky scent of her sex. I tried to move backwards, but the awkward position, the cuffs creating even more imbalance, and Pearl’s thighs clamped against my head prevented me from escaping.

“Oh, please, baby, don’t!” Pearl exclaimed loud enough that her words were crystal clear. “Please, Michael, listen to me. I’m going to let you up, but you have to promise to listen to me, please!”

I managed to nod my assent, and Pearl’s legs opened. I took the opportunity to lean forward and just kiss the crease of her vagina then straightened up. Pearl and I dated years ago, but somehow my transfer from Hawaii had interrupted what could have been one of the loves about which great romances are written. Last night had been the first time we’d seen each other a long time, and I did not want a repeat separation.

So, there I was on my knees with my wrists cuffed behind my back, still dressed but very curious and a bit concerned. Because of our past relationship I trusted Pearl without reservation. However, these past few moments and the cuffs were not typical of her, and I think the prick of fear of the unknown added to my excitement. I had to face it; Pearl’s sensual take charge attitude, though different from what I’d become accustomed to, was yet another sensation that turned up the heat.

“Alright, Pearl, I’m all ears,” I said.

Part 2

Michael

I found myself in what was for me a very different position. My former and maybe current girl friend, Pearl, had sweet talked me onto my knees, but the ring involved wasn’t an engagement ring, but turned out to be a set of handcuffs around my wrists. If you believe that the sexual tension was so high on the scale that the scale cracked really had nothing to do with the sweat on my forehead then you haven’t been following the story very closely.

“Alright, Pearl,” I said, “I’ll hear you out.”

Because my face was stuck between Pearl’s thighs and almost against her sex I wasn’t certain she heard me until her legs relaxed and lifted from my shoulders, and she rolled to the side of the bed. I shook my head to clear away the twinkling stars flashing in front of my eyes then looked at Pearl with what I imagine was more than an inquisitive look. I didn’t even try to straighten up because my shoulders were already aching so I turned my head a bit more then relaxed onto her bed.

“Michael,” she said after a taking a big breath, “after you were transferred from here I was depressed for over a year because I loved you so much and thought the world had ended.”

I raised my head and looked again at Pearl while a single memory of Pearl during our last night together took almost solid form. That was the night she told me she loved me, and the night before I flew out. I wondered if her last letter coincided with her voyage from depression, then wondered why.

“Now that you’re back,” she continued before I could ask any questions, “now that you’re here, I want so much for you to stay. I could keep those handcuffs locked on your wrists and keep you locked up here in my apartment, but that would be selfish of me, and end in an even worse disaster than before.”

“Yes, I can see the disaster part, all right.” I said with little emotion.

Pearl’s face didn’t show much emotion, either. We were back in the classic no-commitment state most men and a fair share of women went to when unsure how to respond to a partner’s comments or questions. I broke the ice as noncommittally as I could.

“What do you propose, Pearl?” I asked.

“I want you to stay with me, Michael,” She replied. “You don’t have to marry me or even move in with me. Just be a part of my life again.”

Four options took some chewing. I suffered from “guy syndrome” which means more than two options had to be well digested before I could make a decision. The only unspoken option, leaving her life, wasn’t a good choice for Pearl or for me because, quite simply, I didn’t want to leave her. Going back to the occasional dates and even less frequent romps in bed didn’t fit too well, either. That left marriage or moving in with her. Marriage or moving in. Decisions, decisions!

“I’ll stay, Pearl,” I said. I wasn’t certain how committed that was, but I had missed Pearl, too, even all those years I’d been married.

Pearl smiled. The sun came out, the room warmed up, and I could have sworn I heard the Tabernacle Choir break out in a stirring rendition of Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus”. For the first time in my life I saw a woman truly happy with what I’d said, and in spite of the responsibility it carried, I wanted to keep that smile on Pearl’s face. I wanted nothing more than to keep her that happy. I lived a lifetime in her smile for brief seconds then, scared by the unfamiliar happiness in myself, reverted to being a guy.

What’s next?” I asked. Blunt is my middle name.

Well, first let’s get you out of those cuffs, “she said, “then you can fix us some coffee and we’ll talk.”

Pearl slid off the edge of the bed and stepped behind me out of my sight. I stayed still with my torso on her bed while she used the tiny key to release the pawl holding the ratchet in place inside the hand cuffs. They hadn’t been painfully tight, but as I straightened up I rubbed both my wrists as if to rub away the restraining memory. She slid between me and the bed, sat down and began unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes, of course, bounced between her fingers and her very large breasts.

“I’m naked,” she said, “so it’s only fair you show all your skin, too, baby. Besides, your shirt smells like sweat and booze.”

Two perfectly valid arguments, especially the stinky shirt, but once more I was a tiny bit nervous. When I started on a button Pearl playfully slapped my hands away and laughed. It wasn’t a loud and raucous laugh and is sure wasn’t a little girl’s giggle. I was just a playful laugh that, at the moment, meant nothing more than she was happy.

“No, baby, let mama do it,” she cooed.

Mama? Cooed? Again, this wasn’t the Pearl I remembered. She’d always been outwardly very mature and adult. Terms of endearment were all right with her, but Pearl had stayed on the mature side of them, and calling herself Mama was not on the mature side. While I wondered about this turn of events she finished with the buttons and pushed my shirt over my shoulders then tugged the sleeves until the whole shirt just fell off my back.

“All right, dear, stand up.” Pearl’s voice was still caring, but it seemed to have an edge to it.

“I missed a lot,” she continued, “while you were gone. I never married, had no children, and no bed partners at all since you.”

“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” I said as I stood up.

Again Pearl slapped my hands away from my own clothes and she took charge of my slacks. A quick unsnap, a tug on my zipper, then her thumbs in the waist bands of both slacks and boxers made quick work of it. In a blink of any eye my trousers and shorts were piled around my ankles. I couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of Pearl’s breasts hanging down as she leaned over to hold the fabric as I stepped out of my pants.

“Sox, too, baby,” she said.

I raised my left foot and placed a hand on Pearl’s shoulder for balance while she removed the sock. A repetition with my right foot and I was as bare as the day I was born. So was pearl, and my sex responded without any further help. Pearl straightened up, leaned forward, and took my stiff member in her mouth just as deeply as her diminutive size permitted. My turn, I thought with absolute glee.

“No, baby,” she said after pulling back to empty her mouth, “first coffee, then talk, and only then fun and games.”

“Sure, Sweetie,” I said as I turned towards her kitchen.

“Just wait in the kitchen for the coffee to finish,” Pearl told me. “I want to straighten up in here and that will give me the time.”

I just nodded without responding and padded into her small kitchen. It took me a minute or two to round up the necessary ingredients because it had been a long time since I’d been in her kitchen. Or any other room in Pearl’s apartment. After starting the coffee I began to think, a dangerous practice for me. Although Pearl had always been an upfront lady with me, although she had always said what needed to be said to me, and although I’d always admired her for being the only woman to ever treat me so fairly, I wondered about the subtle changes I’d seen this morning. I couldn’t put a finger on anything in particular, but it just seemed Pearl was more a take charge person than she had been before. I finally decided it was just a change she had grown into because she had started her own business since our last meeting.

I was to find out soon how wrong I was.

As the last sputters of coffee dripped into the carafe I poured two mugs for us, one black for Pearl and one black and sweet for me. I carried both mugs through the wall sized accordion style door that separated Pearl’s bedroom from the living room. An efficiency type apartment had advantages and this one kept the travel time between rooms to a minimum.

Pearl was sitting with her feet dangling over the edge of one of the twin beds and had not only straightened up the room, but had also dressed in panties and bra. Pearl’s breasts were, to put it mildly, magnificent. On some women a 38DD cup would not be especially noticeable, but on Pearl’s small five foot Asian frame, they were magnificent. Her areoles were large dark circles around her fat nipples. In short, Pearl’s breasts were the stuff of dreams. However, the bra was probably a necessity to ease the strain on her back.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” I said as I handed Pearl her mug.

“That’s as it should be,” she said then laughed. “Don’t you think, baby?”

Pearl bumped her right foot against a small upholstered stool she’d moved between the beds while I was making coffee. “Why don’t you sit here so we can talk,” she said. Her words were simple, but her voice was commanding.

I dropped as gracefully as possible onto the stool. My back was against the second bed, the night stand between the two beds was to my left and a perfect height on which to rest my elbow, and Pearl was directly in front of me. While she took her first sip of coffee she also moved her left foot up between the stool and my scrotum. I almost spilled my coffee, and that would have been a real disaster because the coffee was real hot! This time Pearl giggled before speaking.

“Please don’t say anything, baby,” she said, “Until I’ve had my say.”

I nodded, took a sip of coffee and listened. I was determined to not interrupt and to actually listen instead of day dream.

“I’m going to give you the condensed version,” she said, “but if you want more details later I’ll be more than happy to tell you.” Pearl raised her right foot then rested it on my bare thigh.

“Do you know what vanilla means?” she asked me.

“Sure, it’s flavoring for cooking and baking,” I replied. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but I was certain she wasn’t thinking about baking a cake.

Pearl laughed. “No, silly boy, this is about lifestyles and sexual preferences,” she told me. The light bulb turned on, but it was still very dim.

“In the years we’ve been apart I’ve discovered some amazing things about myself, “she continued. “To be very blunt, I love to dominate every aspect of someone else’s life, to control them completely. I have a craving to enslave them not just physically or sexually, but also mentally and emotionally. Completely.”

Pearl stopped talking to take a sip of coffee. Maybe it was just a dramatic break to let me consider what she’d just said, maybe it was just that she wanted a sip of coffee. I tend to believe it was her way of being combining kindness with cruelty because I understood what she said and it both excited me and scared the daylights out of me. Such a simple statement cleared up a complex issue so even a guy could understand it.

“Now, pet, you are back, the only man I’ve ever loved,” she said, her voice soft. “Now, Michael, I want you the way I just described. I want to keep your body and your mind and your heart in my power. I want to make you my slave, I want to have total power over you, and I want you to want the same.”

I broke my promise to myself and started to interrupt. Pearl’s words hadn’t really penetrated my thick skull even though I understood what she told me. I just didn’t quite understand the deeper meaning because I had never been faced with such an issue. I didn’t have those feelings so I could not grasp any part of the picture. Yet.

“No, no, baby be quiet!” Pearl exclaimed as she leaned forward and pressed the tip of her index finger against my lips with enough pressure to force them against my teeth. I kept my head motionless so her finger stayed in contact with my lips. One, two, three seconds we held still. Only after she withdrew her finger did the heat on my lips flash.

“Your only decision, pet,” Pearl told me, “is to choose between being mine and not being mine. If you choose to not be mine in every possible way, then we will go the way you want to go, and even though I will still love you, there is no way I can be completely happy.”

My face was red and I felt the heat of embarrassment and confusion. I could think of nothing to say as though I was under some kind of spell that prevented speech.

“I’m going to leave you here in the bedroom, Michael,” she said. “Drink your coffee and decide, then come to the living room and tell me what you want.”

Pearl moved off the bed and carried her coffee into the living room where she turned and closes the accordion wall between the two rooms. I was alone with my thoughts, and I was afraid. Not of what Pearl told me, but of what would happen no matter what I decided.