Book Binding
Chapter 2 — Lovers Reunion
The Book lay discarded, but he knew he had to pick it up again. Again, there was too much uncertainty in the air. Again it bothered him about who was in control. It didn’t seem like The Book, nor was this woman in control, and he clearly was not in control except for maybe that one time he wrote in The Book.
His cock was still warmly enveloped in her sex as he bent to lift The Book gingerly and place it back on her body. It was rather a nice view—he thought—looking down at The Book now resting open on her fine ass, with his cock still hidden within. The lighting in the room was exquisite, with the room’s windows closed and the lights dimmed to just an orange ember glow that graced her curves and accentuated the aged but well-kept book. The words were pouring out in front of him again, and it was still impossible to tell if they had always been there or were being written, so he closed his eyes.
As she cooed softly through her gag and rocked her hips so slightly that he could feel it on his cock but not see the motion on The Book, he turned a few pages forward and started writing blindly, feeling the edges of the paper as he wrote and trying to make the text nice to read once The Book caught up with him. He was unsure if he was writing directly on top of existing text, befouling The Book. He prayed that what he was writing was indeed on a blank page and that he didn’t break the fabric of existence by interjecting his ideas directly on top of words that had yet to come to . Somehow though, he knew he was doing the right thing.
“I, Jon Antoni Furth, wish to continue this story as I see fit. I want to keep this woman as my own for one year, completely and absolutely subservient and submissive to my every desire and whim of her—if this is something she would consent to, given the choice. I wish for all of the desires I write in this book over that year to as I envision them. Whenever she has a desire, I want her to write it on a post-it note, slip it into this book and forget she ever wrote it. I will then decide which of her fantasies to write in and how to write them into The Book to fulfill them, and when. The Book will help me in these endeavors, allowing me to forget the desires when it fits the narrative or help me want to fulfill them in the way she would like best. At the end of the year, she will this book and choose to read it again, and the spell will be broken, my control of her complete submission will dissolve completely, and she will be herself again. She can then write in The Book whatever she likes, and I will be subject to her displeasure, gratitude, and/or desires as she sees fit.”
Jon wrote something else on the next page, though something about it felt contrived. “I will untie her now, but she will look only at the ground submissively until told otherwise. Then I will give her The Book on this page and guide her hand to write the one thing she desires most. She will write it directly into The Book, and it will be as it is written. I will not read what she writes until her year of servitude ends.”
Jon closed The Book with a snap, picking it up off her hip. He didn’t want to pull his cock out of her yet, but it was time to get on with giving her her deepest desire. He just had to pray that it would suffice as acceptable “payment” for her year of servitude to him and that it would not undermine his plans with her. Of course, he also had to hope it didn’t involve something he didn’t like, but that was the risk he was willing to take. Delaying his pull-out a little longer, he tapped The Book on her ass lovingly—lightly spanking her with it—and watched the corner of her mouth twitch to a naughty smile.
It didn’t take long to untie her and move her to the middle of the floor. He knelt her down for her comfort while he tried to clean up as much as he could from her session of fun. She still had her bondage gear on, but he removed her gag for comfort. She knelt submissively and looked at her knees, except when he accidentally let his cock swing within range of her mouth. She looked greedily at his half-soft cock. Without thinking, he moved closer and let her clean him up. Soft as he was, she could pull the entire thing into her mouth comfortably and then reach under with her tongue to get any of her sex off of him that had clung to his balls. He didn’t want to get hard again right now, though, so he didn’t dally long. Before stepping away, he touched her eyes lightly, indicating that she should close them. Then he handed her The Book and the pencil. As he stepped away, he heard a quick scribble and the sound of The Book being set down lightly beside her. The pencil, though, went to work being rubbed between her legs, putting some pressure on her clit. She did like to put on a show, and he didn’t mind. If she started moaning, it would make his work more enjoyable. He wanted to clean the room enough so that it would look like they had never used it for so much fun.
How much had she written? She hadn’t been writing for more than 5 seconds. Had she just changed his life forever with no more than 5-10 words? Where they about to do anal? Was that her deepest darkest secret desire? Surely it could not be so simple? Did she have time to write something complex enough to make him spend the next year as her fuck toy submissive slave instead of the other way around? He didn’t really want her to be his fuck toy all the time, but he wanted it as an option whenever he liked. So instead, he planned to write them a nice love story with insanely kinky hobbies! Had she just fucked that entire plan with so few words? Jesus, why had he written that he didn’t want to read what she wrote?
Once the room was clean, and she was pleasantly meuing, he stood in front of her again. She looked longingly at his cock, but he was too busy enjoying watching her pencil masturbation, wondering how he could help. Thank god he had just cum twice; otherwise, there was no way he could have stopped himself from eventually interrupting her play and forcing himself on her. Well, as far as he knew, that was allowed now... for the next whole year! Of course, at first, he would have to remind himself that she was his to use and command. Then, he would have to add something in The Book about her being allowed to come on to him when she was horny, and they were in their normal “relationship” mode, which was desirable. For now, though, with her plate in various pieces of bondage gear, it was clear that she was to be his submissive pet.
Jon felt that it was time again to write in The Book. It was his own writings, but somehow it also felt “adjusted.” Had what she had written affected what he was about to do? It seemed a very risky game to play, but at least he knew she would be willing. Jon was curious to know if The Book could be used to control the entire world around them or just the two of them. So—as a test—he wrote, “She will follow me and do anything I want. I will be in complete control of the situation. Oh, and I want James Tanner to see me with her at my side for interest!” He wanted to keep it vague at first and would modify the game as they went, wanting to find out exactly what this book was capable of.
Jon looked at the stunning creature kneeling on the floor below and decided to be brave. He grabbed her leash and indicated that she should stand. He handed her his pants and waited. A moment later, she caught on and helped him into them. He had thought it would be sexy to have him wait on him like this and send home the idea that she was his submissive, but at first, it was weird, bringing back childhood images of being dressed. But, it didn’t take long for him to reacquaint himself with the vision of bondage-clad perfection, working diligently, slowly, and lovingly on each piece of his clothing, she found around the room. She did love a show, and she was making a show of touching every inch of his body while dressing him. Then she ensured that everything was tucked and sitting on his body perfectly. She was clearly more naked than she had been a few minutes ago. Finally, he stood up, left her looking at the floor, and went to her closet.
Jon grabbed the highest pair of black strappy heels she had and found a box with sex toys. He needed something she could walk with. He found a U-shaped vibrator with a large bulb that would go into the pussy, and the other end would rest and press hard on her clit, which had a vibrating bullet in it... He envisioned her, sometime in her past, laying on the bed with this little hands-free friend, dreaming of sex and building to a slow and luxurious orgasm. After shaking off the lovely vision, he returned to her and made a show of doing the same for her as she had done for him. He knelt below her to help her into her high heels. He touched her legs from bottom to top, even though the straps only rose as high as her ankles. While he worked on her shoes, he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her thighs and pussy lips. He wanted to show her that even though she was his, he was hers. Even in complete submission, she was equal to him in the “relationship” that he was building for them. Her high heels would be the limit of her clothing “equality” since she would remain in her bondage for his enjoyment. The Book had locked her into a collar and leash for a reason. He was unsure if The Book had planned for what would happen next, but it had planned on someone controlling her somehow to do something. Why not this? Before getting up from the floor at her feet, still kissing and nibbling at her thighs, he forced her legs slightly apart and slipped her toy into her sex. For added interest and risqueness, Jon left the keys to her bondage cuffs, collared them on her dresser, and led her out of her room.
He stood her just behind her apartment door, handed her The Book and pencil, and left her for a moment to contemplate her situation. Maybe she wanted to use the pencil for pleasure again but refrained. Her body was swaying slightly, and her breathing was shallow and fast. It was clear that she was excited about what would happen next. She had no idea what his plans for her were, but she was willing to trust him and do what he wanted. She was supposed to be staring at the floor submissively; instead, she was staring at the center of the door as if it were a mad bull running her down in the street, and she was frozen in fear.
Jon was also frozen in fear. He had written something simple in The Book while envisioning something much more complex, and it would involve other people. According to his plan, they would not see anyone in the hall except for James, who he knew lived somewhere in this building. James was a pushy asshole from work, and Jon would love to see how James would react to seeing Jon leading this bound bombshell down the hall. That would be a test to see if he could control others around them and their activities. Who knew if he was even home. But Jon envisioned James coming out to the hall for some coincidental reason and standing off to the side, aghast, while Jon walked her confidently past him. Then it was their destination that would be the next test, though he didn’t know how. He had felt that going to see Lisa would be the best next step to discover what The Book could and could not do, but he was not sure how she could help, so he would ask her.
If, on the other hand, The Book was not all-powerful, he could run into a cop in the hall who might fuck him up and put him in jail. Or Lisa could freak the fuck out that he brought a bondage slave into her house without warning. He had envisioned her being calm, understanding, and helpful, but he still didn’t know how she could help. If he thought of how later, would he have to write it in, or could he just envision it at any moment to make it true? He would have to be careful, so no one got hurt or in trouble.
Decision time was upon them, as she was now getting used to the idea of her impending exhibitionism, and her excitement and fear were fading into curiosity. Jon reached between her legs and turned on her sex toy, then reached up and turned on each nipple vibrator. She was clearly enjoying it immensely—as he had envisioned. Her eyes were closed tight while she tried to get her own pleasure under control before he forced her out into the hall. She knew jelly legs would not get her far, and she was mustering herself for the effort.
Jon opened the door and led her out, letting the door close behind them and self-lock. They could use the key from the lockbox later to get back in. He honestly didn’t even know what floor they were on; he didn’t anything from when he had left his friend Lisa’s house earlier and unlocked this woman’s apartment. Jon wondered if Lisa knew this woman already; maybe she could tell him her name? Jon did know the basic layout of the building, though, having visited Lisa more than a few times. In the long deep past, they had even been lovers, but it had not lasted as Lisa was just too busy with life. He was not even sure she liked men all that much, so he took it as a compliment and a gift that she had used him to discover herself so many years before. They remained friends, though, until something in his life changed, she had even been a willing fuck buddy whenever he needed a rare pick-me-up, but the last time they fucked had been years ago. Lisa would know what to do about this situation, though. She would be willing to listen and believe him about this majikal book and help him discover its powers.
The elevator opened, they got in, and it closed. He still didn’t know what floor they were on, but now it didn’t matter. He pressed 4.
The elevator dinged, the door opened, and a man was there waiting in the hall, and it was not Jason. Panic throbbed in Jon’s chest. No one was supposed to see them. Then the realization set in. This man didn’t see them, but it was clear that he sensed them. He was blind and waiting for them to exit the elevator or invite him in. He made no sign that he could hear the three vibrators singing in unison. Jon hurriedly led her out of the elevator and watched it enclose the blind man before Jon realized that he again didn’t know what floor they were on. The elevator would be in use for a minute, and Jon didn’t like standing still, so he led her down the hall.
They didn’t make it far before her concentration started to falter, and her pleasure became apparent... apparent to anyone nearby. She started moaning softly, but it was getting louder, and she didn’t seem to have any control over it. Jon walked calmly, still guiding her, hoping the motion would help her focus. Then a door burst open in front of them, and a man stepped out into the hall looking pissed. Jason’s face looked furious as he looked at the pair of people in his hall who had so rudely been playing a prank moaning and pretending to carry on as if someone was having an orgasm. When Jason realized that the two rabble-ros were adults, he was even more furious until he recognized Jon. And until he realized that the woman was basically naked, adorned with bondage apparel, shiny with sweat and piercings, and stuffed full of a pleasure toy. And, was that vibrating he was hearing so loudly now!? Jason’s expression quickly rearranged itself to shock. Then when he saw the leash going from her throat to Jon’s hand, Jason became mad again, maybe thinking that he had somehow captured this woman. But, as Jon walked her confidently past Jason, Jason must have realized the naked truth. That this man, who he had tried to belittle so much at work, was actually a fucking GOD, an adonis, an ALPHA! Jason nearly bowed as if to a king, and Jon felt like one. On the other hand, she could hardly walk with under the torment of the pleasure, and just after ing Jason, she lost her composure completely and grappled desperately at Jon’s clothing so as not to fall too hard to her knees. She had put The Book between her legs so she could have two hands to hold onto Jon. She had continued to lose composure until she sat right on The Book, spine up, pressing the vibrator harder into her. She ground her hips hard into The Book, completely out of control. The view of this extraordinary woman cumming buckets in his entryway, kneeling at the feet of Jon, was too much for Jason, and he hurriedly moved back into his apartment and slammed the door shut.
Jon graciously reached under her quivering body, removed The Book, turned off the vibrator in her sex, and then reached to each nipple to turn them off. He thought of carrying her, but that would look worse than having her obediently and silently following him, so he waited for her to recover. Once she was on her feet, she was still shaky. She held onto his shirt, pulled her face close to his chest, and cried softly. She kept nudging her face under his cheek, and he could feel her thanks almost as if it was emitting from her body. She really enjoyed that. Maybe she also knew how much of an asshole Jason was. Did she also know him or Jason’s wife? The way she kept nudging up into his chin, though, made him feel that she was desperate to see his face but knew she was not allowed to. She would get to see his face soon enough. Somehow he just knew it. The Book seemed to have a plan.
Back in the elevator, they could reach the 4th floor without difficulty and quickly made it to Lisa’s front door. He wished she could put on another show for Lisa, so she could see him as a King the way he felt, but he knew better for more than a few reasons. First, you don’t usually call on friends’ houses with a cumming bondage slave... well, what part of this was as usual?
For some absurd reason, Lisa opened the door and didn’t seem surprised. She was a stoic individual—nothing could usually rattle her. That’s why he used to play strip poker with her. That’s also why he quit playing strip poker with her years back. But this was an extraordinary situation, where even the most stoic person should show signs of things being strange or odd, or at least not knowing how to handle the situation. So instead, Lisa calmly invited them in, looking more worried that someone might see them than worried about why Jon had a stuffed and bound woman on a leash.
They all moved into the tiny foyer of the apartment—that was also part of the kitchen—where Lisa didn’t seem to mind being cramped into these close quarters with the odd pair. Jon usually invited himself to the couch, but he was unsure how to proceed. He knew Lisa could help, but he still didn’t know HOW she could help, nor how to ask for the help he didn’t know he needed. Lisa seemed distracted by the stunning beauty and submission of this woman. She seemed to be steeling herself just as Jon had steeled himself inside the apartment door before parading around the apartment building with his prize.
Almost outside of notice, Lisa reached forward and got a solid grip on The Book. Jon almost didn’t notice because Lisa only had eyes for Jon’s new friend. Lisa pulled on The Book, but Jon didn’t let go. He needed to let go, but his fingers stayed firm on the cover. Lisa pulled harder, now distracted from enjoying the view and looking into Jon’s eyes. Something there made Lisa look two parts scared and eight parts dangerous. He trusted Lisa and was about to tell her all about The Book, but he was keeping control of The Book, and he didn’t know why.
Lisa pulled harder on The Book until it touched her stomach. This pulled Jon closer and made her eyes look larger. Jon wasn’t necessarily trying to keep The Book from her, but he hadn’t thought it through enough to let go. Lisa waved her other hand over his hand and The Book it held. It was almost like she was reading words on the back of his hand. Then she did a complicated little dance with her fingers over the top of his hand. It looked weird, so he let go and let her do her weird on it without his involvement.
Lisa sighed and guided Jon and his slave to the other side of the kitchen counter, where there were two stools, but no one sat down. Then Lisa walked around to the kitchen again, placed The Book on the counter, and held it with both hands, almost as if she were afraid it would suddenly spring to life and walk away if not gently coaxed to stay put. Jon watched The Book more than Lisa, but both had his attention. The girl next to him had eyes only for Lisa, and Lisa seemed again distracted by her stunning beauty and clear submission.
In a blur of motion, Lisa opened The Book, grabbed a pen, seemingly from thin air, and made to write in The Book. Jon lunged, not thinking about what he was doing, but it was too late. He saw her write “STOP.” Jon could see in his peripheral that his un-named slave girl had also moved to stop Lisa. Had she done it on her own accord, or had his desire to stop Lisa at all cost spurred the woman to help him? It didn’t seem to matter; for the two of them, it was as if time had stopped, but he could feel cracks in his predicament. He struggled against his invisible enveloping bonds and saw her struggling next to him. He could feel his fight to move to start to have an effect; soon, he would break free. But to what end? Why did he want to control The Book so badly? He trusted Lisa completely. He was at odds with himself, but something in him was desperate to regain control. After all, hadn’t he written in The Book that he would “be in complete control of the situation?” This thought broke him free, and he lept over the counter, causing blinding pain in his rib as he landed. He almost got a finger on The Book, and everything started reversing. First, he “flew” backward magically and landed back in his frozen state, then he lunged to sit back down, and he sat and watched Lisa frantically unwriting what she had written in The Book. Finally, she set The Book on the counter again and unwrote the word “STOP,” which disappeared from the page. The pen in her hand disappeared into thin air, and The Book cover snapped shut.
“Please, Jon, don’t move. Something is wrong.” Lisa pleaded. It was clear that she was scared. She opened The Book back up again and Jon was about to attack her for it, except that she had no pen in her hand this time.
Lisa took time to read The Book. Absentmindedly she bit her lip and touched her neck. Jon had to assume she had just read the part of The Book where Jon had bit the woman’s neck and made her cum. On its way down, Lisa’s hand lingered a little long on her nipple before she realized and composed herself.
“Oh! She wants what I want. We’ve spoken about it before.” Lisa had been talking to herself but then looked up and addressed Jon. “Where did you get the idea to do all this, writing in The Book and such? Then having the master stroke to have her write in The Book also? Accidental genius that.” Lisa paused. “And if you only knew. She’s been willing and able to do everything you’ve ever wanted for as long as you’ve known her, if you had just asked... in one way or another, but now you can truly experience each other without limits. Interesting. And, it seems that maybe my wish will come true. Now, I’m going to break the spell on you, and I will write in The Book during the distraction. Don’t freak out and try to stop me; there are subtleties to this that you don’t understand, and I can’t explain quickly, but I can fix it.”
“Jemena, please, look at your husband; the spell I put on the two of you will break.”
The unnamed slave girl next to Jon looked at him for the first time since he had met her a few hundred thrusts ago. The moment their eyes locked, he understood but then was confused, ashamed, excited, and hopeful; as he put it together, he realized the complete implications.
“Jon, as you realize, this is your wife, Jemena. So, here is the rest of the story. The Book was meant to give you guys the time of your life, exploring each other. I didn’t guide your adventure, so I had never meant for The Book to leave Jemena’s control and enter yours, Jon. Men should not usually be given such freedoms, but you did fairly well with them. Jon, you have a very logical legal mind, and that saved all of us.” Lisa turned to Jemena, “Sweety. I’m sorry and happy to tell you that you are his submissive sex slave for the next year. I won’t read the rest of what he wrote in The Book, but he did at least obtain your consent for it magically. And as to why my plan got messed up... well... I’m going to have to come clean, then I’ll use Jon’s little ‘consent through majik’ trick on you also, and we’ll see where it goes.”
Lisa paused for a long time, still eyeing Jemena with longing. Now that he was ing everything, Jon was a little weirded out by it, but it was also getting his mind going with possibilities. He should have thought of making Lisa a slave also... no... he should not think this way. He could be forgiven for turning his loving wife into his slave for a year, having somehow gotten her consent, but not their best friend, Lisa. But, that thought was still super hot! Lisa seemed to know when everyone was done processing their thoughts and continued.
“I’m sorry that I did not get your consent to do what I did to you. But again, as I said, it was supposed to be just Jemena in control, and I knew she would show constraint. The spell was designed to make both of you forget your marriage and even that you knew each other. Then you would have a fling and have fun, then you would come over to my house, and I would enjoy the two of you... for a while. I would keep up the game until we had all had a chance to try out every combination, position, kink or whatever that we wanted. Then, maybe I could finally discover if I’m a lesbian curious, streight curious, or full on bi. I need to know myself, and you two were meant to help me through this book.” Lisa looked sad, embarrassed, and at the same time, turned on. Sex seemed to be almost pouring off of her like steam, and Jon was starting to think that maybe she was a very powerful... witch? He was unsure what to call her, but he could almost see her emotions as a mirage-like ora. Lisa swallowed, “I would enjoy the two of you as my lovers. You two would think you were sharing a new fling with a mutual friend, as you still me. And we would fuck like mad until I had my answer.” Lisa looked at Jemena again. “Honey, you are not supposed to see this for a year, but, understanding its intent, I don’t see the harm.” Lisa lifted The Book and used her hand to cover up Jon’s writing but show off where Lisa had written about wanting to know herself. “I also want to know myself. I’m desperate for it. As you both know, I’ve had no time for love. Plus, I’m not sure what I love or like. You two were supposed to help me discover myself over a sex-filled week of self-exploration. The idea was that since you wouldn’t know you were married, maybe both of you would be willing to have some fun with me, and we could all be on equal footing, on average, instead of me being the 3rd wheel. I was supposed to get to know myself. Instead, Jemena will get to know herself. But what’s funny is that the outcome is the same. We’ve both wondered where our sexual orientations lie, and now we will find out while Jemena explores hers. Fortune favors me while favoring Jemena.”
“I didn’t expect to find a mind-controlled bondage slave at my door, but I’m not complaining. I also didn’t anticipate any issues grabbing The Book back. I would have hidden The Book for a few days while we played, then I would have made everything rewind so that we were all just left with a very sexy memory. But, something you did, Jon, or maybe it was Jemena’s scis te Ipsum, but I can’t rewind past this point in time, so we are starting a new adventure. When this is all over, we will just rewind to now instead. Well... And again, fortune favors me by favoring Jon. My real problem, and why I didn’t just grab some stranger man and stranger woman apart or together, was that I needed someone I love and trust, like Jon, to guide me through all of the variations. I know Jon won’t mind enjoying my body again, and I also know that he’ll be happy to step aside and let us girls play. Jon has the knowledge, confidence, and trust to complete this complex exploration. So, fortune favors me by backfiring all of my plans and putting them into motion in its own way. I’m a little worried though. Like I said, men should almost never be given such power over women. Jon, though, has set things in motion in such a way that I might not be able to stop him from having power over us if I wanted. Or maybe that why I want to let him? Either way...” Lisa looked at Jemena and eyed her up and down, looking a little jealous and excited. “Since the theme for tonight already seems to be bondage and submission, let’s start there. And honestly, I’m still in control; I have The Book. Jon, I will give you total control and submit myself to you fully. I trust you to make sure I try everything. So, as my last wish... start with the clothes and let me handle the majik. I have a bit of a request to make.” Lisa looked at Jon and then at The Book, “Jon, do your worst to us and your best. When this is all over, The Book will lose its power and be a nice little ing of what we all did.” Holding The Book up so no one else could see, she flipped a page or two, wrote about one more sentence, and closed The Book. She handed The Book directly to Jon and then waited.
Jon instantly felt like a King. This was nothing like in the hall, where it had been figurative. Suddenly he felt like he was in control of the world, and he had the confidence to run both of his slave girls through their paces. Of course, the first thing was to learn what this witch and bitch could do. Well, he knew what his wife could do (or did he?) but didn’t know the first thing about what a witch’s powers could do. He instinctively knew that he had full command of her and her powers now, so it was time to find out.
With nothing more than a careful and concerted thought in Jon’s mind, Lisa’s clothing turned to mist and flowed down her body to disappear into the surrounding air. She jumped, but smiled, looking impressed. Somehow he was controlling her without even talking, and through her, she was controlling her majik. Where Lisa’s clothing had been was a full bondage gear set to perfectly match Jemena’s, though she didn’t have the sex toy in her pussy, nor the piercings. She did have a collar, and he found that he held both collar loops in his right hand. The Book was still in his left hand. He instinctively knew that he was the only one that could break this spell now, as neither woman could take control of it again until he permitted it. Some part of him knew also that he could keep them both forever if he chose, and no one could stop him. The thought thrilled him, but didn’t take hold.
He used Lisa’s leash to guide Lisa around the kitchen counter and Jemena off of her stool. Now that he had an inkling of what his witch could do with magic, he wanted to find out what these two women could do with their bodies. The two women knelt at his feet with nothing more than a thought in Jon’s mind. Jon set the leashes on the floor and walked to the kitchen to set The Book up on the fridge. He didn’t even wonder what Lisa had written in it; he had too many other things to think about. Also, he needed to figure out how to prevent Lisa from rewinding time to now. Yeah, he would still have the memory, but he wanted to know that he had actually done what he was planning to do, not just ed it. He looked at The Book and noted that it had not moved; he figured that’s how he would know if he had failed to retain complete control. He would have to to check on it occasionally between his other two distractions.