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Six Coins “Ren, turn that damn computer off. We have Sunday all day to make the delivery deadline. I brought home sushi and am opening the Chablis you put in the fridge.” Peter’s shout caught her typing in mid word. He was right. Ren hit save, and turned off the computer. She went to the stereo cabinet and put on the Lorenna McKennit Spanish Alhambra concert they both liked so much – the first 2 CDs in the five CD changer - then added three of Charles Tatum’s solo CDs. Somehow, she did not think tonight would be a movie night. She walked in to the kitchen, Peter had put the take out sushi on serving plates. He had laid out the enticing morsels their personal sushi trays. Beside each tray, he had gracefully placed their favorite chop sticks, the ginger, the soy and the wasabi. He was just pouring the wine. There was a small bag velvet bag on her sushi tray. “What’s that Pete? Is it for before supper or after? And it better not be jewelry. We agreed jewelry only on my birthday and at Christmas.” Pete laughed out loud. “If it is for before supper, you might not get supper. So after will do fine.” He walked over to her, took her face into his hands, and kissed her deeply. She responded with gusto. “You really think that I would risk your wrath by breaking our agreement. No jewelry for you except for your birthday and Christmas. No camera toys for me except for my birthday and Christmas. The agreement stands.” Ren smiled. Pete stuck to his agreements. She was not sure why she had doubted if for a moment. “OK Pete, sushi. Let’s talk about how we finish up this contract on Sunday so we can deliver to the on Monday after supper. Then no more work till Sunday. After that, we will open your little black bag.” Oscar’s tail thumped loudly on the floor under the table. He knew that there would be sushi for him – the fish part without the rice. Oscar was definitely a sashimi dog. Ren put the little black bag onto the far side of the table. Then, using her chop sticks, she laid into the first round of sushi on their personal trays. When they put the dishes in the dishwater, she poured them each a splash more wine, and put the reminder of the bottle back in the fridge. Work could wait. “What’s in the little black bag, Pete?” “Remember how we talked about get creative about bondage without using ropes and such. Well, maybe I have found a way to do so – a way of binding you up without tying you down. Have a look, and I will tell you how it works.” Ren pulled open the draw strings and poured six bright silver coins into her left hand. She looked at Pete with a look that clearly said what is this. “Yep, foreign I know, but cheap because they are no longer being used as real currency. I polished them up nice and new.” “So what do these coins have to do bondage, sex and tying me up?” Peter reached over and picked up a coin. He put it in between the index and mid finger of his left hand, holding it there by the pressure of his two fingers. “Well, you put one coin between each pair of the four main fingers on each hand like this see. You hold them there by pressure alone. If you let them all drop, it is an instant red safe word. Everything stops. “ Ren took the coin from him and put between the first and second fingers of her left hand. She added two more between the second and third, and then her third and fourth fingers. Holding them, she looked at him, a bit stymied. “No ropes, but you see it is still a clear message to from you to me to me be in control. You can’t use your hands to do much once you are holding the coins. Of course, we get all nice and naked and go to the bedroom before you do this. Game?” Ren picked up another coin with her right hand. She realized that she could not put in between her right hand fingers without help. She looked at him with anticipatory curiosity. “Yep, your partner has to help you get the three coins between the four fingers of your other hand. That is the beginning of you accepting that your partner will be in control of what follows.” “How did you get the idea Pete?” Peter grimaced and said “Wish as Mr. Hot Shot e-learning creative designer I could say that I have thought about it myself. No such luck. I got the idea from a story on the Clean Sheets erotic web site that I was reading. So game to try?” “Put the other three coins in my right hand and let me see what it feels like first.” Once Peter had done so, Ren waved her hands about as she walked around the kitchen. “I have to think about doing holding my hands closed. Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose – distract me from what you were doing to me?” “Not really, Ren. Muscle memory will; kick in quickly. Besides, it keeps you from thinking about what you might do to me, and just lets you flow with what is happening to you. At least, that was the idea in the story on Clean Sheets. Still game?” Ren laughed, “Yes, I am game. You certainly seem to be. But let me walk Oscar first. Want to come with me?” Oscar, who was already well content with his share of the sushi, bounded out from under the table when he hear the walk word. The three of them left their house, leaving the music filling its bottom floor. Once outside, they could not hear it as they turned left down the block in the soft spring air. The house, although central to the city they lived in, was really private behind its screen of trees and shrubs. Oscar, as usual, was beside himself as he filled his nose with the intriguing scent clues that were so numerous on their surrounding roads. Once they were back home, Peter shut off the stereo, taking the Alahambra CD’s up to their bedroom. When he walked in, he found Ren on the bed, lying on her back, the black velvet bag on her stomach the only cloth to grace her naked form. “Oh please help me with my six coins, oh please kind sir!” Peter smiled as he took the time to start the stereo, setting it to recycle. He very much for once wanted to be in control. He would take his time, making it clear he was so. Oscar settled into his bed in the corner of their bedroom. He was mostly thoroughly put off by human sexual activities, which he found boring in the extreme since they did not involve him. Peter took off his clothes, carefully arranging each piece on his wooden butler. Ren shifted onto on her side, watching him closely. Pete knew that she liked watching him undress. He thrilled to the slight temors that her nakedness, caught in his peripheral vision, sent down his spine into his balls. His penis slowly swelled and rose in response to both their enjoyment. Ren turned to face her. “On your back, center of the bed, arms straight out on each side.” His tone of command was clear. Stretched out as instructed, Ren said “Help me with the coins, please.” “No more words – from now on you can groan, moan, sigh, scream all you like, but no more words.” One by one, coin by coin, Pete put them between her fingers, straddling her hips to do so. “You drop one, and whatever is happening stops – that’s it, nothing further happens except sleep.” Peter bounced off her, and walked over to put the black velvet bag on the dresser. Ren thought “maybe this was going to be harder than I thought’. She had to struggle to keep her fingers clenched when he bounced up off the mattress and her. Ren slid onto the bed beside her. He turned on his side so he could reach her lips with his. He started by kissing her softly, letting the energy of his growing arousal flow from his lips onto hers. He felt her mouth beginning to open under his lips. He pulled back. “No Ren, I lead. By opening your mouth, you are moving us forward to what you want us to do. Whenever you take the lead tonight, I will simply pull back. No from behind control on your part tonight.” She sighed and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath. She extended her arms out again, and pushed her legs down to the foot of the bed, easing the tension in her back. He watched and waited, relishing the sight of the woman he adored naked, struggling with her need to be in control. When she was settled, he reached over and kissed her again. Slowly and gently, he rolled her lower lip back and forth. Then he did the same to her upper lip. As Ren felt a response begin to move through her, she kept up her internal mental<b> mantra </font></b>“Follow, don’t lead. Let him control.” Pete moved his lips to her eyes, kissing each one gently. Then he nibbled bottom of her near ear, first kissing it, and then tugging gently on it with his teeth, a move that he knew sent thrills she liked intensely. Moving to kiss her again, Pete opened her lips with his. Reaching into her mouth with his tongue, he found hers, starting the dance that was so much part of their kissing. But this time there was no back and forth wrestling for control. Ren allowed him to lead their tongue dance, something she had never done before. As he tongue-danced with her, his hand started stroking her far hip, then the soft side of her far breast. He never stopped moving his hand, creating sensations which moved from her skin into her core. He took the nipple of one breast between thumb and forefinger, stretching, pulling, feeling its hardness tighten under them. Then he shifted his fingers so her nipple was between the nails of his fingers. He started to squeeze. Ren moaned, struggling to keep the coins clenched as her response flowed through her. She talked to herself in her head “Hold on, stop analyzing, stop planning, just flow. Just hold those coins and let everything else go.” She did, turning off her inner dialogue, and just getting into the sensation of not having to be responsible for anything but holding the coins. Pete felt her breast swell beneath his fingers as the pressure of his nails on her nipple led to the pleasure pain she so craved. Then he backed off, watching her face carefully as she sighed with longing for more. Peter’s lips stroked the side of her neck, finding her favorite response spots, lingering over them. Then suddenly, he arched up, swung his leg over, and straddled her hips. Once again, he watched her face, noting that she first looked at his jutting penis, then closed her ideas, and then she tightened her fingers on the coins. Normally, she often took the initiative in their sex play, moving them from stage to stage. Now he did not need to negotiate these shifts with her. Her focus was on keeping herself from dropping the coins. Pete took hold of both her nipples, slowly stretching and rolling them, pushing them back and forth between his fingers. She sighed and moaned. He knew that she wanted, even needed more. He knew that she wanted his nails pushing into her nipples and pulling them up at the same time. When he did not pull hard enough, she would pull her body back to get the pressure she craved. But not tonight. Tonight, he controlled the timing of the pressure that moved her. Ren rolled her head from side to side, her fingers white on the coins, her lips white the pressure of holding in her need to tell him harder, more. Ren grinned and shifted his fingers so that he held each of Ren’s nipples between the nails of his thumb and forefinger. He had carefully grown and shaped them for just this moment. Slowly, inevitably, irrevocably, he increased the strength with which he pushed his nails into her nipples. Ren’s pain pleasure response arched through her to her clit, spreading out down and out into the depths of her inner core. She sighed, and moaned and groaned, still fighting back the need to say the word “more”. Opening his hands, Peter moved them so he could stroke the sides of her breasts. Then he covered each breast with one of his hands, pushing her hard, pain swollen nipples into them, twisting his fingers into the sides of each breast He kneaded strongly. Her breasts swelled even more in response. Pete watched Ren’s whole upper chest redden, to warm and to glow. Ren was starting to feel the first trickles of her inner moisture flowing out through her lower genital lips, curling down the side of her thighs and her anal crack onto the sheet below. Peter reached down, taking one nipple in between his lips while continuing to knead other breast with his whole hand. First sucking, then tonguing, he worked her nipple, carefully watching her closed eyes and face. He could feel the heat from her chest rising onto his cheeks. Continuously firmly, steadily, he worked on her nipple with his mouth, pulling, sucking, rolling it with his lips. Bringing his teeth into play, he pushed her nipple against the inside of his upper teeth, using his tongue and lips to roll it along them. Then he caught the nipple between his teeth, sliding them along it, incrementally increasing the pressure he was exerting. Then, at first gently, then strongly, he bit into her nipple, all the while carefully watching her face to make sure that he did not trip her over her pain-pleasure threshold into pure pain. Ren was grooving on her pain / pleasure border. The level that was pain pleasure and not pure pain just kept getting higher and higher. She lost all sense of the external world. She just rode up on the ever increasing pain pleasure Pete was giving her, arching her back into it, gushing more and more fluid out from between her genital lips. By now, she was holding onto the coins without thinking, just keeping Pete doing what he was doing. Pete show a sudden shift behind her closed eyes. He backed off, soft fingers replacing teeth on the bitten nipple, and his teeth and lips replacing fingers on the other. Content in his control, Pete once again used teeth, lips and fingers on this nipple to bring Ren just to the edge of pure pain. He knew she was close to orgasm, but he had no intention of taking her over that edge now. Carefully, moving slowly so that he could keep her nipple rolling in between his teeth, he moved a hand to cover the bushy mound at her legs’ join. He brushed her pubic hair ever so softly, sensing the moisture flowing from within her. Slowly, he slid his fingers along her outer lips, so that the mound of her pubis was centered in his palm. Holding her there, he slowly let her nipple slide out of first his teeth, and then his lips. As Pete’s hand cupped her, Ren could feel the flow of energy within her shift and flow into every part of her. She arched her back gently, feeling the energy of sex through the muscles of her entire body, head to toe. When Pete stopped moving and stilled his body, she felt suspended on her current level of sensation. Pete moved his fingers, slowly parting her moist outer lips to find and stroke her inner ones, moist and soft with her body’s flow. Ren’s level of arousal climbed up slowly as he softly stroked, to her next degree of intensity. Pete had brought her to a new level of explosive possibility, without tipping her over into the release of orgasm. She knew this without thinking, without ever letting go of the coins. Watching her, Pete smiled and knew that she was ready to go on. Gentaly, he arched his middle finger into her inner core, searching for the soft roughness on the upper surface which marked her G-spot. Once he was stroking it softly, he moved his other hand down under her bum, searching for and finding the puckered skin of her rear hole. Placing the tip of his finger on it, he gently slid it round in a circular fashion, his movement made easier by her inner moisture which was flowing down her anal crack onto the sheet below. Smiling to himself, coordinating the movement of his fingers, first G-spot and then anus, Pete brought her up to the next level of response, once again suspending her on the edge of tipping over. He watched her fingers. No longer white with tension, they still kept those six coins firmly under control. As he stroked her, Ren’s inner moisture growing, flowing, lubricating his strokes, Pete sensed the wonder of her clitoris rising up out its hood. He turned his head to watch something that he had never seen before. Full of a sense of awe, he marveled at what he could do with this level of control. Ren her clitoris slowly emerge out into the open air. Aware of each change in her body, with no need to analyze, to think, to consciously put her awareness into inner words, she thrummed in her state of being. Her awareness of her pleasure grew steadily, reaching higher and higher plateaus, without coming close to collapse. She was shifting to a level of sexual being she had never experienced before. Peter moved his thumb carefully onto the tip of her clitoris. Once there, he consciously controlled his breathing, deepening it and syncing each breath with the strokes of his inner and lower fingers. He closed his eyes, following the energy cycling between them with his total body’s awareness, not with his sight. As he sensed Ren climbing up to her next plateau, his thumb slowly tightened, increasing its pressure on her clitoris. Ren’s whole body arched in response. Pete could sense her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids, without needing to see. His thumb moved slowly from side to side, shifting not just the tip of her clitoris, but its entire inner shaft, right down into the parts of it buried deeper within her. One slow stroke, another, and then something inside him let him know that it was time to let her go. His inner finger fastened on her G-spot, feeling it ripple in time with the energy flowing within her/ His rear finger felt her anus open and take him in, her energy waves flowing out through his finger to the depth of his core. His thumb felt the explosion that started deep within her, channeling its way out and out not just through her clitoris but through every pore of her skin. His own organism came in time with hers, an explosion so perfectly synched that he was left totally replete, penis still hard against the curve of her side. Ren opened her eyes and looked over at him. Pete was laying on his side. She did not remember moving after she had lost herself in her orgasm. Her lower body was curled against his. Her chest and breasts were slightly away from his chest. Her hands were tucked in the space there between them. She saw Pete opening his eyes, smiling at her with a level of contentment that she has seldom seen him share. “How long have I been like this, Pete?” “A few minutes, I think. We both came back slowly from where we were.” “I lost all sense of myself without losing awareness of myself. It was grand, Peter. Thanks for taking me there. It was not quite anything I have every experienced sexually before.” Peter grinned. She closed her eyes and seemed to drift back onto the memory of what had just happened between them. He was filled quite contentedness at his own sexual skill that was brand new to him. He had dominated Ren in a way that was brand new to him, but at the same time doing so had brought him a knowledge of what could be for her that filled him with satisfaction. After a while, Ren opened her eyes again and asked “Where are the coins?” “There are two in the sheets, and four on the floor.” “I thought you were supposed to stop if I let them go.” “That’s if you decided to let them go. Somehow, I don’t think you decided to do so. It just happened as part of what happened to us both at the end. We were connected in a way that went far beyond the coins.” Ren smiled shyly in response. “I can do this again. But only as part of the way that we have sex. It is an adding to, not a replacing of, I think. I want what the other things we do in and out of bed as well. But I also now know I often take control when we have sex, even though I though did not. I like being the one in control. But now know what I lost as result. I want you to be in control more often, Pete. It obviously seems to please you.” She stopped talking, and pressing herself against him, whispered into his ear, “but I want you to be the one who occasionally get you to hold the coins”. 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