Plumes of sparks rose over the logs as I stoked the flames. Satisfied with my handiwork, I placed the poker in the rack and sat back to enjoy the dancing, orange-red glow.
I’d always loved a crackling fire. The heat on my face and the rich scent of burning wood filled me with a relaxing calm. The century-old, stone hearth was our cabins only source of heat. With the December chill deepening in the forest outside, the roaring fire offered us a warm and pleasing ambiance.
For Teri and I, an occasional retreat to this simple but comfy cabin offered more than a respite from the unrelenting pressure of our daily lives. It afforded us a level of privacy we could never achieve with three teens living under the roof of our family home. For me, this was a welcome escape. For Teri, it was an emotional necessity.
Brushing the soot from my hands, I made my way to the couch. Teri’s gaze rose from her papers as I sat next to her, cuddling into me with a happy sigh as I slipped my arms around her.
“Everything is laid out on the bed. I’m ready when you are.”
Teri simply nodded, yet the way she sucked on her lower lip and the subtle curling of her cute little toes gave away her growing arousal. Tightening my hug, I kissed her deeply and with more passion than I would have dared in front of our kids. That kiss was like lighting a match, and the hungry need with which she returned it made my pulse race with anticipation.
Her eyes were sparkling like sapphires when we parted. “I’m ready now, Jim. The rest of these grades can wait until tomorrow.”
“Teacher always knows best.” I teased.
Teri rolled her eyes with mock annoyance. “Really? As often as you joke about my class, I’m beginning to think you might enjoy it more if I made you sit in the corner.”
“Oh, that’s funny. Go ahead and make your jokes, but your defiance ends as soon as we pass through that door.” Rising, I held out my hand.
Now, Mrs. Perkins, come with me. I can’t wait to get my hands on your lovely little throat.” Squeezing her ass as she stood emphasized my point and Teri’s head bowed as my touch signaled the start of our game.
As we entered the room, her gaze focused on the tray of toys I had left on the bed. The bindings for her wrists and the harness meant to keep her lovely legs bent at the knees were certainly useful for the BDSM scenes other couples tended to play. Indeed, the vibrators and anal plugs, lotions and lubes I’d set out would have fit nicely in any Masters toy box.
All that may have been true, but the torture I was about to put Teri through was far more intense than any caused by nipple clamps and beaded whips. For all the implements of pleasure and discomfort we possessed, it was the bundle of scarves, ties, and ropes that had her heart pounding in her chest. At home, our lovemaking was tender and quiet, but here, away from our children, I could feed Teri’s fetish, and stress her to the limits of her inner strength.
Teri stood, unmoving by the side of our bed. It was an implicit act of submission, but one not stemming from a desire for my command. She was simply placing her trust in me as she would soon be unable to control herself. It was her fetish that held Dominance over her. It would be up to me to control her feral desires.
Standing behind her, I reached around her body, giving her the security of my embrace. I could feel her breath coming deeper, and she trembled as I unbuttoned her flannel top. Teri spoke not a word as my fingers deftly freed her breasts from the confinement of her clothes. Kissing her neck, I smoothed my hands over her skin, peeling her shirt over her arms and letting it fall to the floor. I was in no hurry. Part of our game was to tease her by drawing out the sensations until she was writhing with need.
Keeping my chest in contact with her back, I slid my touch down her slim waist until my fingertips brushed the hem of her jeans. With the slightest flick, I popped open the button holding them tightly to her hips. Until then, she had barely taken a breath, but the anticipation became too much when I drew her zipper down.
Whimpering at my touch, her knees quivered as if they were about to fail. “Oh, my God, Jim. You are driving me out of my mind.”
Holding her to my chest, I ground my bulge into the small of her back, letting her feel what she was doing to me. “That’s the idea. I’m going to make you come until you don’t have the strength to scream.”
Sliding my hand down her belly, I slipped under her panties and dipped my finger through the puffy wetness of her sex. Teri gasped and parted her thighs, granting me leave to do to her as I wished. She was soaking with moist heat as I flicked my finger over her clit. Her hips rolled under my touch, grinding her ass against me as I drew circles around her tender little bud. I was teasing her unmercifully by not allowing her to come. Her frustration soon flared and she turned in my arms, kissing me with raw, unbridled passion.
Bringing my mouth to her breasts, I bit her nipple hard enough to make her wince. Teri gritted her teeth, holding my head to her breast. On any other night, I might have pushed her onto the bed and driven my cock deep into her, but this night was all about her. As I knelt to push her jeans to the floor, I chose a long, silk scarf from the tray.
Standing again, I draped the scarf over her shoulders before wrapping it loosely around her neck. Teri’s eyes blazed while I drew it tight, until with the lightest pull, it would constrict around her delicate throat.
“You can pull this as tightly as you wish for now,” I told her while looping the ends in her hands. Once she had a good grip on it, I urged her back on the bed and crept up between her thighs.
Watching Teri’s chest rise and fall with each breath made my cock thicken in my jeans. Her body was primed and ready, and the heady scent of her arousal hung in the air. As my lips brushed the tender flesh of her inner thighs, Teri pulled hard on the scarf, causing it to tighten around her throat.
The effect on her was electric. As soon as the silk bit into her neck, her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened as she fought for breath. I gave her several moments, lightly caressing her thighs and occasionally rubbing my thumb around her clit while she drew that scarf tightly around her throat. I was fascinated by the way the muscles in her arms flexed as she pulled, and how the struggle for breath was making her writhe on the bed.
This is what really got her off. Asphyxiation, or breath play, was a powerful fetish for my wife. It amazed me, at times, that a woman like her, a third-grade teacher and respected member of the PTA, held such extreme desires. It made me wonder what secrets other people kept hidden behind their own closed doors.
Teri’s face was beginning to redden as I slipped the harness up her leg. My touch was soft but insistent and she resisted enough that I had to force her knee to bend before securing it in that uncomfortable position. Taking up the next, I bound her other leg, keeping her sex exposed and available for my use.
By then, Teri had been strangling herself for well over two minutes. Her lips were glossed with saliva and her eyes were almost as red as her face While her instincts for survival made her lightly release her grip to breathe, she quickly tightened the scarf again as soon as her lungs got the briefest taste of fresh air.
“That’s enough for now,” I urged while taking the ends from her hand. The scarf loosened and I heard her suck in a breath as I secured a cuff around her wrist.
Teri’s chest heaved as I used a short cord to secure her wrist to a ring in her harness placed just above her knee. I repeated this with her other arm, leaving her unable to move any of her limbs. She was at my mercy, though mercy wasn’t what she would receive.
One of the more extreme toys we had acquired was nothing more than a rubber shower cap. Taking this innocuous bit of latex, I drew it up her body, letting her feel its cool touch all the way up her belly and between the rise of her breasts.
“That makes me so hot, baby.” Her voice quivered with emotion and her eyes followed the cap as if it were a burning torch as I brought it to her face. She was afraid of it. I knew that, but she also longed for the torture it would bring.
“Are you ready,” I asked while caressing her inner thigh.