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This is a true account of a first encounter between two consenting adults. It represents my own reentry into the BDSM scene. I've related the story as closely as i can remember ... and i do remember it well.
They embrace.
"Take off my shirt."
She does, instantly responding to his soft, commanding voice, and tosses the shirt onto a nearby chair. She runs her fingers over his shoulders and down his chest, her eyes, unable to meet his, look down onto the bare skin of his chest.
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He reaches to her and pulls her own shirt up over her head. She does not resist.
"Undo my belt."
There was no room for question in his voice, but she hesitates. 'What's next?' she thinks to herself. 'The button, then the zipper, then kneel? Too fast.'
Her hands move to his waist of their own accord and she watches her fingers undo the buckle on his belt.
He pulls her close against his chest once more and she responds, hugging him back.
His hands slide down her back, and then move between their bodies. The slither of his belt being pulled from the loops of his pants is deafening to her ears.
''Is he going to he beat me?' she wonders with some alarm?
He squeezes her close once more, but only with one arm. Reaching behind her he firmly pulls one elbow so that it is slightly behind her back. The belt slides between her body and her arm, then her other arm is moved into a similar position.
She resists just a little, not really wanting to but feeling she should. He waits patiently for her to relax. When she yields her arm to him once again the belt slides underneath it, and then is wrapped around both biceps.
Still holding her against his warm, bare chest, he threads the buckle and tightens the belt, pulling her shoulders back and effectively binding her upper arms together. She stands silent as he works, but when he finishes she pulls against the belt and sighs softly when the cool, black leather doesn't yield. At that moment something inside of her opens and she begins to truly experience what is going on.
Her hands, still somewhat free to reach to her front, stroke his skin next to where her body touches his.
He leans forward and tickles her shoulder and neck with his lips and tongue. She nuzzles back, gently nipping with her teeth at the junction of his shoulder and neck.
Then his hands move back to the belt and cinch it tighter. A soft, sweet whimper escapes her parted lips.
His mouth moves to hers and she waits, their lips a hair's breadth apart. A moment's pause, then the almost kiss tease not quite a kiss is gone; his face slides to the side of hers for a last nibble on her throat.
A second later he straightens and spins her around, grasping her bound upper arms. She is pushed firmly toward the futon cushion that is laid on the floor and then turned again to face him.
His hands move to her belt and unfasten the buckle. Button undone, zipper pulled down – then her pants are slid to the floor and she lifts each foot in turn to step out of the garment. She stands quietly, willing herself not to tremble.
He firmly urges her to the ground, positioning her body lengthwise on the cushion. She props herself up on her arms with some difficulty, watching him as he selects coils of hemp rope from the pile on the table. Remarkably she isn't nervous or scared, only incredibly excited.
Coming back to her with several loops of rope, he reaches behind her and undoes the buckle on the belt holding her arms together. She falls back onto the cushion as he takes both wrists tightly in one hand. He crosses her wrists and begins to loop a piece of rope around her limbs. The wraps are snug and don't give her any room to wiggle her hands, let alone work them free. Pulling the end of the rope, he raises her hands up, back, over her head. He fastens the rope to a junction in the suspension frame that surrounds the cushion. She pulls on it, but finds it securely tied and unreachable from her current position.
Moving down the cushion, he kneels next to her. One hand firmly grasps her right ankle and moves her leg, bending it at the knee, so that her calf is pressed against her thigh. He winds a length of rope around her leg a few inches from her knee and cinches the wraps between her thigh and calf. She tests the tie by trying to straighten her leg, but to no effect. Her left leg soon follows suit and her ability to walk is gone.
He moves back and stands, looking down at her for several moments. She lays with her arms pulled over her head and her legs together, knees bent. She doesn't speak, nor does he, but only looks at him - already lost to the sensations of his touch and the rope. He reaches to his waist and unfastens his pants, then slides them off and tosses them, and his shorts, to the side of the room.
He has a beautiful cock! She tries not to look, but can't help herself. She follows him with her eyes as he again settles onto the cushion in front of her feet. Placing a hand on each knee, he looks at her a moment longer. Suddenly he forces her legs apart and moves to kneel between her spread thighs.
A minute passes. His stiff cock hovering over her body transfixes her. He moves again, climbing further up her body, and now is straddling her torso. His cock is inches from her face. She moves as if to kiss it, but he leans back, pulling away from her. "Say please," he says.
Smiling, she uses her bound knees to push him from behind, bringing him closer to her again. He almost loses his balance, but catches himself and moves away before she can capture him. "I'm not asking you to beg," he says reasonably.
"Please?" she asks quietly.
'Please!' she thinks hungrily!
Smiling, he moves forward, close enough for her to poke her tongue out and softly touch the tip of his cock. Moving her head forward she licks it more firmly, then wraps her lips about the head. She uses her tongue to caress him, admiring the soft, hard feel of it in her mouth. She continues slowly, taking a bit more of it into her mouth, then more even.
He rocks his hips forward and thrusts himself into her mouth, pushing the thick head into her throat and making her gag softly! She twists her head, trying to find a position where she again has control of his member, but can't move enough to accomplish this. She tries to relax and accept him as he pushes in again and again. She works to continue to caress his shaft with her tongue. He moves back, allowing her to breath, and she pulls hard against the rope tying her wrists to the post, stretching forward to keep her lips wrapped around his cock.
Then he is gone, her mouth empty. She watches him slide down and move his face to her pussy. He works her sensitive, moist folds and she writhes in bliss! This, and more licking/sucking/nibbling/kissing/exploring of each other with their mouths ensues - she has completely given herself to the moment.
Then he stops, reaching up to untie her hands. She looks at him questioningly, and he explains that because of her pulling so hard, the ropes are cutting into her wrists. She wants to say that she is savoring the bite of the rope, that each strand cutting into her skin is delicious, but says nothing.
Her arms released, he turns to face the other end of the cushion and presents his cock to her, his knees placed carefully to either side of her head and shoulders. His own mouth once again finds her pussy as she takes his cock hungrily into her mouth. He drives his cock down her throat. Her arms, trapped at her sides by his thighs, can't get purchase to push him away. She can only pull at his legs, an ineffective message as she struggles for breath. But as she fights, she knows she's excited by the situation and slurps greedily each time he lifts up.
This goes on, and then he stops once more and turns around. He urges her to turn over and now she is laying on her belly, his cock rubbing along the crack of her ass.
"Tie me up and fuck me," she growls, longing to be taken by him..
With no hesitation he reaches for a length of rope. He forcefully pulls her arms behind her, holding each forearm against the other. She feels rope roughly wrapped around her wrists, then around her biceps. He reaches under her, working a harness around her chest and over her shoulders. His hands are urgent as he finishes firmly securing her hands and arms against her back in a tight box-tie.
Satisfied, he gets up for a moment. She hears the distinctive tear of a condom wrapper being opened and then he is back, his knees pushing her legs apart. With her arms useless and her legs still bound, she isn't able to move from her position on the floor. He reaches under her hips and jerks her up onto her knees. She jumps as a cold trickle of lube is drizzled down into the crack of her ass, running to her pussy. His thighs press against hers and then the head of his amazing cock is being rubbed along her lips.
Her face is pressed against the blanket, eyes closed, and she moves her hips against his dick. He presses against her hungry pussy, then he's inside. Deep. She moans in sheer pleasure and presses against him.
He fucks her fast. Hard. He grabs the rope holding her arms against her back and yanks it up, jerking her shoulders and arms roughly, exhibiting his utter control over her. She is absolutely melting inside, loving the sensation of added strain on her arms and shoulder joints. The idea of him using her is almost enough in itself to make her cum! He thrusts again, harder, then presses firmly against her, crying out in his completion.
She collapses onto the cushion. He moves away for a moment, then returns to gently remove the ropes tying her arms. She reluctantly unties the ropes binding her legs. Then they lay quietly on the cushion, their breathing returning to normal.
Ropes are scattered about on the floor. She reaches out one hand and touches them, smiling.
Her eyes close and she floats on a cloud of bliss and fulfillment. He sleeps. She but dozes, aware of each moment their bodies touch in the short remainder of the night. Come morning he curls against her, his head nestled in the crook of her shoulder. She breathes in his scent -- the sweat and sex and sleep -- and nuzzles her cheek contentedly in his thick, dark hair.
The adventure isn't quite over, and she grins mischievously as she pulls his hand to her mouth and seductively suckles each of his fingers in turn, softly urging him from sleep.
She feels more complete than she can remember in a very, very long time.
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