"You're the one who has to do all the work," I reminded him, somewhat breathlessly, leaning my cheek into his hand as much as his grip would allow. "I get to lay back and enjoy the luxury of getting fucked."

His smiled knowingly, looking deeper into me. I always wondered how much he could see in my eyes. He was already making me feel helpless - embraced and controlled by his will. The heat and steam surrounding us made me feel like we were in a cloud. 'God, I love you.' I looked right back into him as I thought it, 'I love you so much and soon you're going to know it.' Strangely, the nerves that had troubled me before were silent now. Secured in the safety of Malcolm's embrace, it was hard to imagine feeling negative.

"You're not kidding about that. It's actually really hard." My eyes instinctually dove downwards. It was too perfect a setup to let pass by.

"That's what she said!"

"No! Well, actually, yes, that too." We both laughed at how mature our sense of humor was. "What I meant is rope bondage. It's very difficult, and it's been a long time since I've done it. I had to borrow a mannequin from the Valmonts last week to practice on."

It took me by surprise. I had no idea, it hadn't occurred to me that there would be more prep work involved than gathering materials. Where did he find the time? "I'm sorry," I stammered. "I didn't mean it to be a burden on you. I -"

"Don't be sorry," Malcolm cut easily across me. "It will be worth it once I get you tied and can enjoy fucking you at my leisure."

I melted slightly. "Not fair twisting my own words around on me."

He kept firm hold on me after we left the shower, half because he liked to and half to hold me back from jumping on him. I received a very thorough toweling off, which took so long because he refused to be anything but delicate and gentle with my breasts and pussy. He dragged my soft fluffy towel teasingly light across them, driving me wild as he meticulously got every drop of water off.

Taking me by my hair again, I was guided onto my bed and into a kneeling position facing away from him. Malcolm ran a length of rope over my chest, letting me feel it against my skin. It was smoother than I expected, and it felt pleasant, sending small shivers of anticipation through me.

"It's time."

"Yes, Sir," I purred.

We walked through the words that had become a ritual, going through our safe words and commitment to open communication.

"As with all the bondage we've done, we need to be careful with your circulation. Ropes are different than cuffs and leather. There's no buckles or notches to guide tightness, so we'll need to go slow. Also, they can get tighter over time if you pull on them." He tilted my head back to face him and met my eyes while drawing the rope hard against me to let me feel its tightness. "Let me know immediately if anything feels tingly or numb."

"Yes, Sir."

He started by laying the rope out from over my shoulders. There was quite a lot of it, either end trailing down in front of me, neatly coiled to avoid tangling. His arms followed the rope, wrapping around me from behind and bringing me tight against his chest. "Good." His fingers traced the paths of the rope, down my front, brushing over my hard nipples. I gasped as he went lower, over my abs and between my legs, petting directly into my pussy. Despite the thorough toweling he'd given me just minutes before, I was already very wet again. "It seems I'm not the only one who's been looking forward to this." I could hear the smile in his voice. The knowing smile that recognized the effect he had on me. Oh my god how badly I wanted to cum!

"I always look forward to being close to you, Sir" I said, letting some of the emotion I felt slip out.

"I do too." Malcolm said simply. I was surprised to hear emotion in his voice mirroring mine. He seemed focused on what he was doing, transferring the rope from my shoulders to my mid-section below my breasts. He wrapped it around me entirely, waiting for me to take a few breaths before he doubled back and wrapped it around me a second time, the other direction. It was tight enough to stay on me, but not tight enough to interfere with my breathing.

"I always have, you know. Looked forward to seeing you, I mean." He sounded strange. What was that? It sounded like nervousness, but that couldn't be right coming from him. "You're my best friend, Devyn. You've been my best friend for a long time, and you know better than anybody, I've had a lot of friends." Another coil of rope wrapped around my chest, this time above my breasts. He gave my nipples a bit of attention on the way around, but I hardly noticed. I hung on his words, delighted to hear them from him and wondering where they were leading.

"Yeah, you've always been Mr. Popular. You're always introducing me to people, from the time we met until now."

"Yes," he chuckled, still sounding uncharacteristically nervous. "Lots of friends in lots of groups. But anyway, you've always been different for me. From the very beginning, but I've always wanted to share things with you. Introduce you to my friends, tell you a joke I heard or share something interesting that happened to me. Something would happen and the first thing I'd think was that you'd enjoy hearing about it. In college, you were the only person from high school that I genuinely missed."

I never knew that. He'd said that he missed me, but I never knew I was the only one! Malcolm brought rope up over my shoulder, connecting it with the two bands around my chest and back again over my other shoulder. More and more rope was added, coiling around the base of each breast, making them bulge slightly away from my body. It was almost like wearing a very strange bra.

"It's been like the overused metaphorical revolving door. Tons of people came and went. Friends, roommates, girlfriends, here for a week or a month or maybe longer, but eventually gone again. Most people complain about losing touch with people, but it's never bothered me. I've had a constant in my life. Someone who has always been there for me with a quip and a smile. You." He caressed my cheek tenderly. "You've always been here, knowing exactly how to make me happy, and I've always loved you for it."

My insides exploded! 'Did he just say that? He loves me!?!' I opened my mouth to say something, I'm not sure what, but just as I did he slipped a ball gag between my teeth. I spluttered against it as he fastened it in place.

In the weeks since we started playing, I'd developed a huge gag fetish. Gags add a whole new layer to the trust Malcolm and I share. By losing my voice, I'm putting myself even more completely into his hands. To some extent, they're just for show. We have several non-verbal safety signals to communicate with while gagged. Even so, they really make me feel like I am helpless within his control, which turns me on tremendously.

That said, I couldn't believe what he'd just done! 'Is he seriously dropping our first L-bomb and not letting me say anything!?!' He must have planned it out. Me with my back to him, hiding the gag out of sight, ready for just this moment. 'Bastard! YOU STOLE MY THUNDER!' But I couldn't be mad, not with my heart melting and my head getting all swimmy. 'He loves me! He loves me!'

Calmer now that he'd said it, he acted as though there were nothing at all unusual about what he was saying or my enforced silence. He continued. "But there was a problem. For the longest time, I thought you were only interested in BDSM as a fantasy. A porn genre." He brought my arms up behind my back, making me stretch as my forearms crossed and I could almost reach my elbows with either hand. Straps of rope he had already prepared in the harness encircled my upper arms around my biceps. "You really are not a typical submissive. I'm not sure if there is such a thing as a typical submissive, but if there is, it sure isn't you."

He chuckled at the noise I made through the gag, somewhere between a choke and a laugh. "It's true! You're not exactly shy chasing people you're attracted to, and you never showed any interest in finding a dominant. It made me think you wouldn't be happy with me the way I am. I trapped myself into believing that you would be miserable submitting yourself to me and we could never be more than friends. I was blind to all the ways you tried to show me I was wrong. For as much as I claim to have known you, I misjudged you completely, but I've never been so happy to be proven the fool. I've no idea what I did to earn it from you, but you genuinely take pleasure in making me happy."

He momentarily plunged his fingers into my pussy again, making me yelp into the gag, then held his hand in front of us to see. Strings of wet pussy juice clung to his fingers. "Your body doesn't lie. You're not just putting on a show, being mine genuinely turns you on. It's not the power exchange in and of itself that turns you on. You never wanted to submit to some random dominant. It's me. You wanted to be mine and nobody else's but mine. I love you for that, and I love you for showing that to me."

It was becoming real to me. The love of my life loved me back! My heart felt in danger of bursting as the word bounced around in my head. 'He loves me! He loves me!'

He finished tying my forearms in place, secured in place behind me to the harness he'd created around my chest, back and shoulders. "Flex your arms. Wiggle your fingers." The gag popped out of my mouth and Malcolm spun me around to face him. "How do they feel?"

At that moment, I tried my hardest to rip free and fling myself around Malcolm but could only struggle uselessly against his ropes. He wore the self-satisfied expression of a Dom who knew it. His smile swam a little in my vision. When had I started crying? "I love you too! Fuck, you bastard, I was supposed to be the first one to say it today! I had it all planned out, you were going to tie me up and make me feel all submissive and I was gonna say it! You only beat me to it by a few fucking minutes." I sighed as he gently wiped my eyes for me. "I love you too. Thank you for being the best birthday gift I could ever want."

We kissed. I cried and he held me. It didn't last very long, both of us were too horny to be distracted by romance. With his tongue probing my mouth, he picked me up and spun me around. He squeezed my already puffed up tits hard, filling me with delicious sensations between pleasure and pain. It was wonderful to be manhandled and tortuous to have his beautiful cock so close yet out of my reach.

Finally, Malcolm tossed me backwards onto the bed, hungrily looking down on me from above. Toppling over from my kneeling position, my legs fell open with my knees up and my pussy on full display. It was probably the most supremely fuckable position possible. Malcolm teased my thighs, squeezing them hard and making me writhe. Up my thighs he went, inching closer to my center, his touch getting lighter all the way. I squirmed and moaned, pleading with him to touch me, finger me, fuck me. He softly traced his fingertips over my parted lips, trailing pussy juice as he teasingly circled my clit just once before stopping.

I groaned in frustration. My hips thrust instinctually out as my legs spread even wider, begging him to come back! He did. Quickly and precisely, he gave my cunt a solid open palmed smack. I swear, I was so wet, it sounded like he'd slapped a bowl of water. Stinging pain tinged with spicy pleasure rushed through my core. My legs snapped shut instinctively while my body tried to get the sensations under control.

Malcolm tsk'd in disapproval, firmly forcing my knees apart again. "Clearly, you need some more help keeping still." I gulped as he measured out more rope.

He continued to tease me and toy with me while he bound my legs. Two loops each around my thighs and calves tied together to force my knees to stay bent. He rubbed around my pussy, getting his fingers sopping wet and slippery, then circling around my clit. Harder and faster, my hips rocked into him, soaring towards the orgasm I knew better than to think I'd be allowed. Sure enough, I reached the edge of cumming and was stopped in my tracks by another hard slap to my pussy.

I swam in delicious sensations. Despite the intensity of the pleasure and the sharp bursts of pain, it felt a bit like being pampered. All Malcolm's attention was focused on me. He layered more rope over my skin, careful to keep to the meaty muscle of my legs and not go too tight, also careful to keep my lust at a constant boil without letting me tip over.

He edged me over and over, delicately circling my clit and roughly shoving his fingers up inside of me. Every time he brought me to the edge of a huge orgasm, he pushed me back away from that pleasure with slaps, sharp cracks to my pussy and thighs. I moaned and whimpered, yelped and struggled. Each cycle up towards orgasm and back again built the heat inside me higher. I got more and more sensitive, blood engorging my lips and clit to a full red flush, causing me to edge that much faster each time.

Finally, each of my legs were tied off to the side of my bed. My legs were forced wide apart and I couldn't have closed them if I wanted to. I didn't want to. Spread open, swollen and ready, I wanted to be mounted and taken.

Malcolm smiled down on me, made me do another circulation check of my extremities, then snapped some pictures. In retrospect, I'm happy he took them. I looked damn hot, bound up tight under him with my gagged expression clearly pleading him to fuck me!

'The fact that he can control himself not to just shove that hard cock into me is probably part of why he's the Dom and I'm covered in rope,' I thought. Malcolm was rummaging around in the bag again. I struggled, working my tightly bound arms trapped under me to get some leverage to see what he was doing. All I could see was his face, which wore the sinister smile that said I was in a lot of trouble.

"I got you another birthday present," he said conversationally. "Birthday Shibari is all well and good, but like all experiences, once it's done it's only memory. I wanted to get you something a little more permanent. Something to remember this by." My eyes went wide as he showed it to me, "I think it will go well with the rest of the collection you were boasting about to Nicole earlier."

It was a Hitachi. Big and heavy enough to look like one of the murder weapons in Clue, Hitachi vibrators are basically the nuclear option when it comes to sex toys. Really, they're closer to power tools than anything else. I was once seduced at a college party by somebody who had one. It was that memory that made me quiver as Malcolm plugged it in and flicked the on switch a few times.

"You want to cum, Devyn?" Malcolm teased me. "I think you should be allowed a few orgasms for your birthday. In fact, I think you should get all the orgasms you can have. I'm very curious to see just how many orgasms your body has in it!"

In a flash from him and a moan from me, I felt two fingers shove firmly up inside of me. Even knowing what was coming, I couldn't help thrusting up to meet them. He spread my pussy lips open wide, leaving my clit completely undefended for the Hitachi. I held my breath, eyes glued to Malcolm's thumb on the switch.

Knowing it was coming did exactly nothing to help prepare me for it. My eyes rolled back in my head, my breath exploding out of me in a loud moan while my hips did their best to retreat backwards and hump forward simultaneously. My memories didn't do the intensity justice. It felt like my bones themselves were vibrating back against it. Like Malcolm's fingers inside me were vibrating. Like my cunt was being assaulted from every possible side by powerful pleasurable pressure, united to trap me as tight as possible until I burst.

Energy flooded through me. It rose and rose desperately, like my clit was connected through the Hitachi directly to the power outlet in the wall. All the energy had nowhere to go. Malcolm's embracing ropes held me tight, kept my legs spread wide open, help my straining arms under me. It grew and grew inside of me, flooding me, seeking out every corner of my body to fill. My entire body seemed condensed down to my clit, all of it vibrating hard. My vision vibrated, my brain rattled around in my skull, my skin felt alive and tingling all over. All I could do was take it, feeling my blood rise and boil, seeing Malcolm's delight as he felt me tighten and clench around his fingers.

It felt less like I had an orgasm than that I had an orgasm forced into me. The pleasure that burst and spasmed from my clit, up into my pussy and on through my body didn't feel like it was mine. It was like it was foreign entity forced into me my Malcolm and his tool. I accepted it, surrendered to it, basked in the heavenly release of it.

But one release wasn't enough. There was still a lot of pressure trapped inside me when the orgasm had run its course. Malcolm settled himself on the bed, stretching out with a contented sigh beside my quivering bound body.

"That was beautiful. You really are beautiful when you cum, Devyn." His fingers left my cunt but he kept the Hitachi on me. He brought it up and down my slit, down to hover over my vaginal hole and thrusting up again into my clit. I gazed into his eyes, making completely unintelligible noises that I couldn't blame on the gag. More. I needed more. More release, more pressure, more of him, more everything. I didn't know what I needed, but I stared pleadingly into his eyes for it.

He leaned forward, bringing us intimately close. His legs wrapped around my bound thigh, his body pressed to mine and his free arm wrapped around my head and hugging it tight against him. "I love playing with your sexy body, I love toying with your clever mind, and I especially love that you love it too." Every time he said the word had an instant effect on my body. My abs tightened of their own accord, and I moaned back to him, trying to tell him that I loved all of it too.

He kept up a steady string of love laced nothings while I came again and again. Maybe it was a chain of bursting eruptions? Maybe it was one long, sustained plateau? I can't remember it very clearly. My head went mushy and I think I teared up again. Every time I thought I was done cumming, he would say "I love you" again and I would keep right on cumming. It was like my heart and my clit merged. Malcolm's plucks at my heartstrings translated directly to bursts and throbs in my pussy.

The only reprieve I was granted was a few second for Malcolm to reposition himself.

He settled between my legs. I thought I would be too numb to feel anything lighter than a hammer, but Malcolm lining his cock up with my pussy sent a new shiver through me. Slowly, pleasure written across his face, he pressed into me. "You're like a furnace down here!" He laughed. "And you're tighter than a straw."

'Of course I am! That's what happens when all the blood in a girls body leaves her head and goes to her cunt." It felt downright luxurious to finally be free of the vibrator and feel Malcolm's wonderfully thick cock spread me open. As hot as he said I was, I could still feel him burning deep inside me. My heart approved. It was right where he belonged.

Malcolm held the vibrator up again and wondered aloud, "Do you think I'll be able to feel this too?" I didn't realize what he meant until it was too late. The Hitachi once again battered my clit from above, only this time it