Revenge, as it were, came several weeks later when I least expected it. After a long weekend spent camping in the mountain forests of northern California, Lisa and I were both exhausted. We had been hiking, mountain biking and sleeping in a tent for several days. It was now Monday morning and we had both had a long and well deserved sleep.
I awoke to sound of Lisa returning to bed after what I had assumed had been a quick trip to the bathroom. Not yet coherent, I was unaware of her silk bathrobe belt she held behind her back. Before I got a chance to wake up she took my hands and bound them together over my head and around one of the posts of our king size four poster bed. Then she used the tie from my bathrobe to tie my feet together and to the post on the opposite corner. Only after it was too late was I aware of what was going on.
It was too early in the morning to struggle, and I was not yet awake enough to even be able to protest. I simply looked at her in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Both Lisa and I sleep in the nude and she had immediate access to my entire body.
"Honey, this is for the other day. I want to give you a chance to see what it feels like," she said as she ran her fingers up and down my chest, massaging and caressing.
Only slowly did I become aware of what was happening to me. Gradually I saw through the blinds that the sun was just beginning to come up, meaning that it was probably around 5:00 in the morning and we still had plenty of time before we needed to get ready for work. I might as well sit back and enjoy whatever my beautiful wife had planned for me.
Lisa lay down right beside me and began stroking my chest, my legs and arms. Her hair brushed my cheeks as she leaned in to kiss me. She had me trapped and there was nothing that I could to help the process.
"Lisa, my love, what are you doing?"
She placed her fingers over my lips and then kissed me. "Hush, it's too early in the morning for chatting. Just let me give you something to enjoy."
Enjoy it I did. She slowly worked me over from head to toe. Literally starting from the top and working toward the bottom, she began by kissing my forehead, stroking my hair and brushing her hair across my face. Inch by glorious inch the process continued down the rest of my body. The sweet twilight between waking and sleeping was replaced by a new kind of daze, the daze of sensuous passion of being in the arms of one's lover and being completely at her mercy.
She played with my chest, toyed with my nipples and then kissed my navel. There was no way of telling how much time had passed, but she was working her way along so excruciatingly slowly that I was ready to climax just on the basis of a massage and some kissing. This arousal grew even more intense as her hands passed my navel and reached between my legs. She brushed just by the base of my cock and the surface of my balls which caused me to jump and groan in excitement. Then, to my horror she just moved right on past and continued to run her hands and kisses down my legs and between my thighs.
She laughed sweetly at my predicament. Truth be told, after all that I had put her through before, she had every right to do so. The frustration and bittersweet enjoyment grew as she worked her way down the rest of my body. There I was, bound hand and foot, my wife was lying beside me with one hand massaging my feet, her lips kissing my chest and the other hand occasionally teasing the tip of my cock. I was in heaven. She was taking me into new worlds and I simply closed my eyes, laid my head back and drank in being on cloud nine.
All of a sudden cloud nine was gone; not merely missing, but destroyed.
As I sank back in enjoyment of her loving touches without warning Lisa straddled me and unleashed a torrent of tickling that left me pulling, tossing and jumping against the belts that bound me. I tried desperately to protect myself as her long nails explored my underarms, my feet and my ribs. I was gasping controllably and seeking desperately to find any quarter I could. Involuntarily my body began thrashing to the left and the right. Convulsing uncontrollably I jumped and Lisa flew off the bed and landed in a heap. Breathing heavily, I tried to regain my composure as my wife picked herself up off the floor.
"Well that was certainly unfriendly," she laughed. "I thought that you would treat your wife better than that."
"It's not my fault," I whined. "You know I can't take tickling like that. Just go lightly."
"I know that, but I needed to get a little bit of revenge for you tickling me in the hogtie a couple of weeks ago. Maybe this will teach you some manners."
"Maybe, maybe not," I grinned.
"That's what I figured. Men are just beyond help."
"Yeah, that's probably true, but women aren't much better," I retorted.
"Careful, mister. Remember who's the one tied up!" With that she moved to tickle me again.
I froze, fearing the worst. But, the worst never came. Instead she leaned over me and allowed her long hair to brush across my chest, face and legs.
Lisa has been growing her hair out ever since we started dating. It's the greatest turn on for me on a woman's body, and turning me on is in itself a huge turn on for her. For the same reason I have chosen to grow a goatee. It was something that I probably wouldn't have done on my own, but because she enjoys it I do too. I figure that is the least I can do for the woman I love.
The hair massage was exquisite. It was an indescribable combination of tickling, caressing and brushing that flooded my already overloaded senses with a shock wave of new pleasures. The scent of her freshly washed and brushed hair was mine to enjoy and knowing that I was the only man to ever be in this situation with her was enough to make me cry with joy. My body was beginning to quiver and Lisa knew that it was time for a change of pace or her hair itself would be enough to put me over the edge.
Although I would have loved it if she had continued all day with the hair massage., eventually she settled back down beside me and proceeded to kiss me. I returned her kisses with all I was worth. I had not never been as turned on while tied up as I was right at that moment. Gradually her hands worked their way in two different directions. Her left hand started running through my hair and I was left pushing against her hand the same way our cats does when we stroke him on the head. The other hand headed down to give me the slowest hand job I have ever received. She was kissing me, stroking my hair, and masturbating me to climax all while running her feet up and down my legs. We were inseparably intertwined and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, that I could do help the process. It was my day to enjoy.
Her technique was flawless and slowness of her movements was something that I could have never been able to emulate on my own. When masturbating oneself, eventually hormones kick in and one finishes the job far too early. Such was not the case here, and I was completely at my wife's mercy for when, or even if, I was going to be able to have an orgasm.
While normally I pride myself on being an intelligent, well spoken individual, under the current circumstances I found myself reduced to a babbling idiot. "Oh wow, oh man, wow, wow, Lisa, I... I.... love...," was about all I was able to get out.
My wife just smiled knowingly, leaned in and kissed me before I had a chance to finish the sentence. We remained lip locked for a blissful eternity and gradually I got to the point where I could take no more. Lisa could sense this too, and accelerated her pace, almost imperceptibly at first, and then grew quicker and quicker. Our breathing subconsciously synchronized with each other and matched the pace of her hand movements. Faster and faster she took me to point of no return. My toes curled, my back arched and I came over the both of us.
It was my turn for subspace. I collapsed completely and only vaguely felt her lean in and rest her cheek on my chest. Despite the fact that I remained bound hand and foot, her arms encased me and I felt safer then than I ever had before. The first thing I remembered after coming to was the beating of her heart. In five years of marriage, the simple intimacy of that sensation remains the single greatest pleasure I have ever felt.
"Honey," I said, "you'll be glad to know that you're still alive. Your heart's still beating."
She smiled at me and said, "thanks sweetheart. That's good to know. I was worried