Redemption For Two by Tobias Tanner

looking down at his hands and then away. The constriction squeezed her breasts down to about half their size, and the ends protruded like obscene balls, beginning from the start to turn red.
    “Is this something you’re likely to be doing a lot of?” she asked, getting back on the treadmill when he was finished.
    “It’s a nice effect,” he said. “Been a long time since I...”
    “You never tied them this tight.”
    “Hurt?”
    “A little. They’re really tight feeling.”
    “I’ll bet,” he said. “They’ll turn purple in a few minutes. Rumor has it they’re really going to hurt, eventually.”
    “I can hardly wait.”
    When she tired, he leaned over to slap her on the behind. Sometimes more than once. She glared at him, but got grim faced and determined. Then he did it again.
    “Hey! What was that for?”
    “Fun,” he said. “I see a buggy whip in our future.”
    “Oh, goody,” Sandy said.
    As the minutes ticked by, Sandy’s breasts darkened to a blue tinted rose, then purple, and finally, almost black. When she had finished her half hour, Mickey took the cords off and kissed the deep indentations left in her skin. Sandy had a grim look on her face, hurting as the circulation returned. He massaged them, probably a little more deeply than necessary, and kissed her.
    Reaching around her, he tied her wrists together behind her back. Sweat rolled down her body as he knelt to remove her shoes and socks, the only things she wore. She left damp, narrow footprints through the house as he led her into their bedroom. With the door locked, he took her to the bathroom and sat her on the open toilet. She looked at him briefly, and realized that he was going to stand there and wait. Her lips tightened briefly in protest, but she peed without demur.
    When she was done, he hauled her up again and kissed her crotch where she was wet. Sandy shivered with the contact, but her hips trembled and Mickey gripped her thighs to hold her still. He took her to bed and tied her down, wrists and ankles spread wide to each bedpost. He kissed her again, on the mouth. She seemed very calm.
    He massaged her body, kneading her breasts deeply, until she groaned with the force of it. She writhed under his touch, responding to the strength and the urgency of it. When he tasted her wetness again, there was more of it. He teased her with his teeth, making her cry out. Sandy seemed lost to it. She said nothing, and the orgasms washed through her one after the other until she was weeping helplessly.
    Finally, he mounted her, swiftly, and drove himself with fierce strength into her, and came deeply and completely. When it was over, he put his elbows onto the mattress and lowered a portion of his weight onto her and kissed her deeply.
    “That was unexpected,” she said, sounding pleased.
    “You were very quiet,” he said.
    “I wanted to see what you would do.”
    “Well?”
    She raised her head off the pillow to kiss him. “I almost came on the treadmill,” she said. “If you’d spanked me even a little bit like you did this morning, I would have.”
    “I’ll keep it in mind,” he said. “What else?”
    She closed her eyes. “When you licked me. After I...”
    “Peed?”
    “Yes. I had a little tremor then.”
    “I should have bitten you.”
    Sandy laughed softly. “Yes, maybe you should have.”
    He untied her feet, and then her hands. They turned into each other and wrapped their arms around each other, and lay happily dazed for awhile. Then Sandy stirred and said she had to shower. They went together, Mickey washed her gently and with great tenderness. She washed him the same way, and they dried off again and went back to bed. Lying face to face with legs intertwined, they kissed each other good night with more care than they had in years, and went to sleep.
    In the morning, they woke almost together in the same position. Sandy slipped out of bed to pee, and Mickey followed her. She drew him to her and kissed his belly