Agony and Extacy

Two orgasms later I lay in bed drained, Anna's head resting on my chest, her right hand stroking my hair. As we lay there I pondered the changing dynamics of my relationship with her. The shy, frightened girl I'd first met a few weeks ago was becoming more confident all the time, and as time passed she was taking control of our relationship. I may have mentored her in our first lovemaking session last night but she had quickly taken control tonight. In both cases she had been the aggressor in initiating the sex.

I'd seen some signs of this nature right from the start in her stubborn insistence in becoming a mailgirl despite my advice and the way she had marched into Barbara's office to make it happen. I also recognized my typical pattern of ceding control to a lover as the relationship progressed and understood now that this was part of my submissive nature. Still, I was surprised with how quickly my original role as a mentor and protector to the girl was changing as Anna became more forceful, independent, and confident.

Anna interrupted my thoughts as she finally broke the silence. "Are you going to tell me what happened with Barbara today?" she asked.

"Yes, but I have a question for you first Anna."

"Okay."

"Why did you sign a contract today without talking to me first?" I asked.

Anna sighed. "I wanted to, but Barbara wouldn't let me. She said she was ending my internship immediately and I either had to sign a Mailgirls contract or leave the company. She said if I left the office without signing it I wouldn't be given another chance."

That sounded exactly like Barbara. She'd used the same tactic on me today, demanding an immediate "my way or the highway" decision, confident in knowing which path I would choose. I certainly couldn't blame Anna for caving in to it.

"Besides, I love being a mailgirl and I was doing it for nothing," Anna continued. "She offered me a lot of money to do what I wanted to do anyway!"

"That's okay," I said to her. "She forced me into a decision today in pretty much the same way."

"What happened today anyway?"

I decided I was going to tell her everything, I would hold nothing back. I started with Kelly's confession of her complicity in recruiting me, my confrontation with Barbara, the ultimatum she had given me, and my decision to submit to her. Then I told her about the whipping and the closet.

After I'd finished we both lay there in silence for awhile as Anna digested everything I'd told her. "Wow," she said finally. "I guess me signing that contract didn't help things."

"It gives her more leverage over me. I think she wants to use the threat of forcing us apart to control me."

"That's never going to happen," Anna said as she kissed me on the lips. I smiled up at her and began stroking her hair.

"No, it's not," I replied.

Anna asked me about the whipping Barbara gave me. "That sounds awful. Did you actually like it?" she asked.

I thought it about it for a minute. "I can't say that I 'liked' it but it was incredibly arousing. I think it's mostly the humiliation and loss of control, more than the pain that gets me off. The same with the bondage. There's something in my nature that really gets turned on by it. I don't know where it comes from, but it's there."

She thought about it for a minute. "My mom used to whip me with a belt. I hated it!"

"I know. Most people would probably feel that way."

"But the pain is pleasurable to you?" she asked.

"To a point," I said. "I'm sure there's a threshold where it wouldn't be but Barbara never crossed it."

"I still don't really get it," Anna said.

I tried to think of some example that she might relate to. "If you've ever been held down and tickled it's a little like that. It's both pleasurable and very uncomfortable at the same time and is hard to endure without trying to squirm and get out of it. That's kind of what I experienced today, only at a more intense level."

"Okay," she replied. "I guess I understand that a little." A devilish smile crossed her face. "So I guess that means you're ticklish then," she said as she climbed on top of my midsection and straddled me.

"No, I'm not!" I laughed as she began tickling me with her fingertips.

"You're not?" she laughed as she intensified the tickling.

I started squirming and laughing. "Okay I am!" I squealed as I grabbed her arms to make her stop. "I'm very ticklish!"

Anna gave me a theatrical pout. "This is no fun if you won't let me do it."

"I can't help it," I said to her. Then from some deep recess of my brain came the words: "You have to force me. You have to tie me down."

Anna's eyes widened. "Really? You want me to?"

The words had surprised me as they came out of my mouth, but now that they'd been spoken I didn't want to retract them.

"Yes, I do."

Anna looked around the room. "What should I use? Is there a rope or something around?"

"I don't know. You'll need to to look around."

Anna crawled off of me and started looking through the closet and various drawers in the bedroom. When she didn't find anything she walked out of the door and began searching through the rest of the condo. I guess I could have helped her look but leaving her in charge was part of the game and I was content to lay submissively on the bed.

A couple of minutes later Anna reentered the bedroom carrying some rope. "I found it in a utility closet," she said. I recognized it as the exact same type of thin rope that Barbara had used on me today in her office. Maybe she gets a discount for buying it in bulk, I thought to myself with amusement.

"That'll work," I said to Anna. "You'll need to cut it into four equal lengths."

She left the bedroom again and returned with some scissors. After she cut the rope she looked down on me as I lay on the bed. "I'm not really sure how to do this," she said. "I don't know any knots or anything."

"That's okay. Just do your best. Tie each of my wrists and ankles up to a bedpost and I'll let you know if it's too loose or tight."

After some trial and error I found myself firmly tied spread eagle on the bed unable to move. Anna crawled onto the bed and straddled my stomach, then teasingly wriggled her ten fingers as I looked on in nervous anticipation. "Hmm, where shall I start," she smiled, then reached down and began tickling my armpits. I let out a combination of a laugh and a shriek as she did this and began writhing beneath her. "Oh boy, you really are ticklish aren't you?" she laughed.

"Yes!" I squealed. Anna's fingers kept moving relentlessly over my upper body as I twisted and turned, laughing uncontrollably. I tried in vain to avoid her fingers but the straps held me fast. In some ways this was harder to endure than the whipping as Anna kept tickling without letup.

When she'd finally finished with my upper body she slid off the bed and went after my legs. I continued to writhe and thrash on the bed but I was defenseless against her roaming fingers.

When she began tickling the bottom of my feet it was almost more than I could bear. My howls were a combination of laughing, crying, and shrieking. Agony and ecstasy. Anna continued until my entire body shook as I reached an intense orgasm.

Anna backed away, a beaming smile on her face. "Wow!" she said. "That was awesome!"

"Oh my god," I said weakly, still trying to catch my breath. Anna let me decompress for a couple of minutes before she spoke again.

"What should I do now?" she asked. "Do you want me to let you go?"

"You're in control, Anna."

That devilish grin returned to her face. "Well then, I'm starved," she said. "I'm going to fix myself something to eat and if you're a good girl I might feed you something, too. Then I think we'll do that again!" Anna leaned over and gave me a deep kiss on the lips, then turned and padded out of the room leaving me strapped to the bed.

As I stared helplessly at the ceiling a smile crossed my face. This had been the craziest day of my life and it wasn't over yet.