Their house stood at the end of a long dirt drive that wound through the trees, looking more like a country road than a drive. A simple wooden sign about 10 feet into the road declared the road to be private, and under it the word; shabbathon. Hebrew for rest.
It was the name given the home of Rose and Grey. It was actually Grey�s choice as Rose gave him that right. He was the Daddy after all, and besides she liked the name. Hebrew was poetic, so words often meant more than would appear. Shabbathon carried with it a sense of rest after long labors. It included a feeling of protection, which Rose loved. For years, they had labored to find a way to make their relationship work, now they were together and they rested in the protection of the woods and Rose under Grey�s strong yet compassionate nurture.
It was a rainy, cool day. Not bad though. The heat was on, Grey had lit a fire in front of the futon where Rose now stood. They purposely put the futon there. They liked sitting in front of a fire, but they were even more passionate about love making by fire light. Rose had made fun of Grey earlier about his love of gadgets. It was true, he seemed to live for them. He had many around the kitchen for cooking, in the office for writing. He loved his computer. Well the list could go on. Rose was happy to have her grand piano and her keyboard. That was enough. But she knew she was being playful with him, hoping she�d push him into what she now found herself in.
Grey had abruptly gotten up from their wine and cheese and told her to stand in front of the fire. Both had been naked all night, as they were usually on a Friday. They rarely went out. Most thought they were homebodies. They were, but not in the conventional sense. Grey had simply told Rose to stand, and now she was wondering what was going on. It had been a while, but he had commanded her not to move. So now her front was roasting and her backside felt decidedly cool as she heard him enter the room again.
�So you think I can�t do things with out gadgets?�
�I was teasing Daddy.�
�I know, but it got me thinking. Now in my book, rope does not qualify as a gadget. Wouldn�t you agree?�
Rose felt herself shudder with anticipation. Grey didn�t tie her up too often, but she loved the feeling of it.
She said, �You should define a gadget as you wish my Daddy.�
Both had talked a lot about various things from the news to the Rose�s hopes for some remodeling in her music room. But once Grey told her to stand, she knew the give and take was over. She was now Daddy�s little one and she would address him as such.
�Good, rope is such a natural thing. So I have some new rope, just for you. Nothing fancy, just clothesline, but I think it will do the trick.�
She felt her husband come behind her. Grey rubbed her shoulders and then worked down her back and rubbed her bottom, taking big handfuls of cheek and squeezing them till Rose felt the blood flow into her now warming ass.
�You are cold back here little one.�
�I am.�
�I think I can warm you up.�
With that Rose felt Grey throw a rope over her shoulder and let drop slowly over her left breast down to her tuft of hair.
Grey�s left hand came between her upper thighs.
�Spread your legs. I�m going to teach you to tease me! Come on spread them.�
Rose complied without making a noise.
Now Grey reached his left hand up, roughly sliding through the bottom lips of her vagina to reach the rope. While doing this, he ran his fingers over their clitoris, making Rose suck in a quick breath. Grey guided the rope between her thighs, guiding it up tight through her crack, pulling it hard between her vaginal lips and then dragging it, so it rubbed her butt hole and ran up hard between the lips of her vagina. Now he looped it over her right shoulder and brought it down to her vagina and back between her legs and up again between her butt cheeks. Grey guided the rope so it provided friction over Rose�s most sensitive areas. He now brought it between her breasts and tied it off to itself, in the small of her back. Now he took another piece and tied it to the first just under her right breast and brought it around her back and pulled it so it pulled up a little on her breast and now tied it to the left side of the rope. Her breasts were now pulled to the sides.
�Now my pet turn around and see I�ve arranged the pillows and your coming towel for you. I want you to lie on them, with your lovely butt up in the air and I want you to come.�
Rose was more than happy to have an orgasm. But she felt self-conscious doing this in front of Grey. But she knew he liked to watch her come. She felt fully on display and fully in his charge. She trusted Grey intuitively and new he was going to bring her to a level of pleasure she�d remember.
She felt the rough towel fibers against her pelvic region as she lay over it. The rope now provided pressure on her clit and really her whole vagina. As she arched her butt up though it bit into her skin and pressed against her bud between her butt cheeks. The feeling was like a dull pain and she loved it. She loved being tied up at her man�s disposal. But she didn�t have time to savor the feeling for suddenly a hard slap sent a sting through her.
�Come on move for me. And you had better be loud tonight�
Rose moaned and said, �Yes Daddy, I�ll try.�
To which Grey slapped her hard three more times. �No trying. Do it.�
Rose began to arch her body back and forth, rubbing her swelling clit against towel and rope, feeling the ropes press from under her breasts and against her hole made her grow hot and wet quickly.
On to Part Two
