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~Bedded	By : keithcompany Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Gulliver's Travels Views: 3079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on Gullivers Travels by Jonathan Swift. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.

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The next morning, we skipped dressing. Before the maids had helped her into the eleventy-odd layers of dress, she gave them the morning off and locked the door.
Then she scampered over to pick me up and carry me into the bedroom.
Ema wasn't quite ready to stand naked before me, so she wore her shift. But she did unbutton it after she lay down. I wore my shorts.
She jury-rigged some restraints, at my direction. She found a cord and tied loops at either end to slip her feet through. It wound around the legs of the bed. It wasn't enough to imprison her, I just wanted to limit any flinching.
She also tied a few scarves together, looped them around the headboard and twisted them around her hands.
"Ready," she said. She was breathing fast, excited about all the rules we were breaking. No one had sex in the daytime. And it had been clear from the maids' smiles they suspected we were going to be doing more than smooching. So the whole castle would be gossiping about what the royal couple would be doing.
I'd aimed for that on purpose.   If porn teaches us anything, it's the taboo that excites. Acts, positions or lubricants that are 'naughty' work their magic as well as the sex itself. I wanted Ema as excited as I could possibly get, without an actual audience.
She gasped as I crawled up onto her hip. I moved slowly over her belly, letting her get used to my weight, my knees.
It was an odd surface to be on. Her breaths moved me, like and unlike a bouncy house, not quite like a ship rolling in swells. I turned and moved towards her. She gave a little eep! when I reached her bare skin. I stroked that for a while, marveling at her skin's texture. Little hairs bent under my touch, like stiff silk.
"You smell nice," I told her and kissed at her sternum.
"You feel… weird," she replied. I moved up and brushed the base of her breast, just visible under the canvas of her underclothes. She moaned.
I raised up a bit and pushed the fabric over, off of her. Her nipple was firm, the whole breast quivering. I rubbed gently along the edge of the areola. She sighed and twisted a bit, trying to move her breast closer to me.
Which was silly, I was already leaning against it. Then I touched the nipple directly, raising a small cry from her.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, letting my hand rest in place. She just moaned and twisted some more.
I leaned against her, rubbing myself against the warm, yielding side of the boob, wrapping my hands around the tip. Then I leaned down to kiss the nipple itself. I nibbled at it, worked my fingers into the wrinkles and ridges, sucked as hard as I could and squeezed.
She said many things, half of which were as gibberish to me. Her head shook back and forth, bouncing the bed and making the boob shake against me. Then a final hug, and I turned to climb against the other one.
I made a couple of trips back and forth, then turned to crawl back down her belly.
"Yessssss," she sighed. Then squeaked once more when I got to the bottom of the buttons. Instead of crawling over the top of her clothes, I ducked under, inside the shift.
There were twitches and flinches as I moved South slowly, telegraphing my every move. I touched a little garden of hair and she started to buck. I just leaned back and stopped touching, stopped moving. She relaxed and waited patiently.
After doing that twice, she learned to hold herself still for my explorations. Then I explored. I lay down on my belly and slid forward. Her scent was powerful, and a little sweat had collected under the canopy.
I slithered on, until I could part the hair and touch her lips. I kissed and licked and played. And very nearly exploded. So after a few minutes worshiping Venus, I slid back out. I crawled down her leg, tenting the shift over my shoulders until I was free.
Then I freed her.
"What?"
"It's your turn," I said. "Let go of the cords and… Do whatever you want."
"Can I… Look at you?"
"Sure."
She picked me up off the bed and held me. The world spun as she rolled over and lay me across a pillow. Long, slender fingers stroked me from shoulder to ankle, hip to hip.
"Can I…? Can I undress you?"
"I wish you would." She hooked a fingernail under my waistband and eased the shorts down. When my hard-on sprung up, it surprised her.
"It wasn't doing that before!?" she asked/accused.
"What, after every woman in the castle pinched it? No, I wasn't excited that night."
"Are… Does this mean you're excited now?" she asked with a smile promising mischief. She pulled the shorts further down and I promised her that my excitement was entirely her fault. Then she looked at my cock and asked, "So what do you do with it?"
"You can do whatever you want," I said. "Although I might have some suggestions."
She quietly lifted me up to her face, squinting down at my cock. Her finger brushed against it. She smiled to see it spring back into place. She brushed it up and down, then side to side, giggling.
I started breathing rapidly and kicking. She idly slid the shorts all the way off, then turned me from side to side.
"Is that your (word I didn't know)?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "It's not a word anyone's taught me. Can we, uh…" She noticed I was twisting, trying to rub myself against her. So naturally she took her fingers away.
"I expected it to be bigger," she mused. "The way she talked…"
"Let's not talk about parents when we're naked!" I said quickly. She nodded and lowered me to the pillow.
"Actually, it was one of Moth… The Duchess' ladies in waiting that described…it." She touched the very tip, gently. I arched my back, practically begging for her touch, for more pressure.
"The Duchess suggested that I just lay there and let you take care of everything. But Mathessta… She said she took a more…active role."
She licked the length of her forefinger and gently caressed the end of my cock. I was rubbed from the base of the finger to the very tip, one long continuous stroke.
"Oh, God," I panted in English.
"Is that a thank you?" she said with her mischievous smile.
"Yes."
She licked again, stroked again, stopped again. I moaned. "This!" she said, eyes wide. "This is why you had me tied down! To tease me!"
"No!" I said quickly. "It really was for my safety! So you'll hesitate a moment before grabbing me or crushing me or…" Her wetted finger hovered over, the base just above my waist. "And the, uh, the…"
A drop collected at her knuckle. I stared at it, willing it to drop. Willing her to lower her finger and touch me once more. "Happy coincidence," I said. "I mean, if it worked, then… Um."
"Uh huh," she nodded. Then her thumb rolled over to pin my hip to the pillow. I couldn't move as she stroked and stopped, stroked and stopped.
I shouted something and came, spurting into the air as she watched. She nodded. "Mathessta said you'd eventually do that. Ooh! Can you do that again? Into my mouth? Mathessta says…"
"Not, not,… Hoo, boy. Not right away. And remind me to send flowers to Mathessta."
"Ah, well. I guess it's your turn, then." She pointedly licked her finger. "Not that I can expect too much, I guess. Not until you recover."
"Roll over and tie yourself down," I said. She snorted and obeyed. I slid over the pillow to rest by her left ear. Cuddled between shoulder and cheek, I asked if she'd ever masturbated.
"Oh! You're so vulgar!"
"You're not worldly. But that's okay. We can work with this."
I talked about what I'd have liked to do to her, with her. Had her imagine me spreading her legs, kissing her, licking her.   She writhed to the limits of the cord, the scarves. "Sounds… Oh, Earl, it sounds lovely."
"Let your right hand go."
"My right?"
"It's on the side away from me," I pointed out. "Safer this way." I stroked her throat, not incidentally checking her pulse. "Now, reach down and…touch yourself."
"You want me to… To… Do it? To myself?" she asked.
"I'm in charge," I reminded her. "I'm telling you to do it."
"Yes, sir," she said cheerfully. I felt her muscles move under my back, her whole body quiver.
"STOP!" I shouted. Everything stopped moving. I turned to see that she'd lifted her hand free. "Now, reach down with just one finger, and touch yourself. Just one stroke."
"Oh, you're going to-"
"Times UP!" I shouted.
"Oh, you (bastard, I think)!" she protested, but she obeyed.
"Name calling, that's going to cost you." I had her push the shift off of her breasts, baring them to the room. But wouldn't allow her to touch either nipple.
"One finger," I said, "and one stroke." She grumbled something but complied. "And again, two strokes."
I felt her pulse pounding, and saw her brow crease. She'd made a decision. I wasn't surprised when she wouldn't stop the next time I told her to.
"Alright," I said. "Do whatever you want to do. If you can't obey-" I started to scoot away from her ear.
"I can! I can! I really can! See?" She held her hand up by the shoulder I was leaning on. "I stopped! Really! Please don't quit."
"Then do exactly what I say!" I said. "When you're in charge, I can't exactly force you to put me down on the floor, can I?" She made all sorts of promises to be my obedient slave when it was my turn to be in charge. Instant and complete obedience.
"Alright, Ematrice," I said, stroking her earlobe. "Lick it."
"Lick what?" There was emotion in her voice. She knew what I was saying.
"Lick the finger you've been masturbating with."
"Eugh!"
"Instant and complete?"
"Yes, sir."  She barely touched her tongue to the tip of her finger, like a kid tasting a jalapeno lollipop on a dare.  I decided that was enough for now.  I allowed her to masturbate, directing her to start and stop, setting the rhythm with my voice, gauging her pulse and respiration by touch, and by the steam coming out of her mouth.  I doubt anyone else would ever have noticed it.
I leaned over to nibble at her ear lobe and she came, I heard fibers popping in the scarves.  The headboard even creaked.
Ema turned her head and kissed me, her lips finding me, sucking me up to her face and bussing me over and over.
"That was so….  So…  Oh, I've never imagined anything like…"
"That makes us even, then," I said, sliding down from her mouth to lounge on the sheets...  "I thought I was a dead man in your grip."
"Oh!  I’m so sorry!" she said.
"Not that kind of death," I explained.
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We napped and cuddled, and explored some more, taking turns at being in charge.
The maids returned with lunch and we ate. Then she dressed quickly to be off to the knitting circle.
She took her place and picked up a shirt that needed mending. She was selecting the proper thread when Lady Jessckretz noted Ema's hair.
"A little… distressed, dear?"
"Busy morning," Ema replied. She threaded the needle and lifted the sleeve.
"Doing what?" Queen Akkel asked.
"Oh. Well, your son was rather…amorous, this morning," Ema said with a little chuckle. Three women around the room stabbed themselves in the finger with a needle or a pin.
"Amorous?" Akkel smiled. She had not suffered a piercing surprise. "And what did you do?"
"I obeyed my lord and master," Ema said. "He wanted to kiss me, so I lay back and let him kiss me."
"Oh, a kiss," Dame Fissled said with a sigh of relief. "I can believe he could manage a kiss."
"Several kisses," Lady Jess said with a giggle. "Perhaps with enough of them he could cover the entire mouth." She paused for a beat. "Eventually."
"Oh, he didn't bother with the mouth," Ema said. She tied off and bit the thread, then tossed the shirt to the laundry pile. There was another repair job waiting. As the junior member of this castle's circle, she got the repairs, not the original works. Silence stretched as she examined the dress.
"What… Where did he kiss you?" Abbess Shonet asked.
Ema leaned aback and rolled her eyes up, as one trying to remember a long list. "He started with my ear lobe, then the throat, then the breastbone… " She giggled. "He had some difficulty with the climb, so I helped him reach the summit." Another giggle, then a gesture. "Then the other, then he was working his way south again."
"Where did he stop kissing you?" Jessckretz asked.
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