Finally the exertion drove the breath out of me and I could no longer make any sound beyond faint squeaks every time he thrust.Finally the exertion drove the breath out of me and I could no longer make any sound beyond faint squeaks every time he thrust. I went passive and limp, no longer capable of any action at all. Finally, he came to a shuddering halt and collapsed onto me a second time. It wasn't the very best sex I had ever had, but it was in the top ten and it certainly was the most exhausting. I was absolutely de- stroyed. It seems it is always different. This time, I simply couldn't move. I felt I had been used. And used up. "Rode hard and put up wet" as the Indiana farm boys say. Somehow, being used by J didn't bother me. He isn't insensitive, and he doesn't "use" me like that as a habit. In fact, I got kind of a thrill out of being used without regard to my own needs. That's not the way I would want it all the time, but now and then it can ... do things to me. Anyway, it was a long time before either of us could do anything other than breathe like steam engines. After he rolled off of me we both drifted off to a near-sleep. I roused myself first and took another shower. The shower knob is chest-high for me. Fortunately, it is started with a lever you have to push up on--otherwise I wouldn't have been able to reach it with my wrists bound to my thighs. I just stood there soaking under the water until he joined me. We stood together under the stream of water for a while; he went and got the key to my wrists and the leather straps fell to the floor of the shower. I think the water and conditioner had stretched them anyway. They had stained my wrists yellow-brown. When we started toweling off, I remembered my head. He had bound my wrists and covered the mirrors to stop me from seeing or even touching my scalp, so I asked for permission. "If it pleases you, could I touch my head now?" He thought about it and said yes, but I still couldn't look at myself in the mirror. |