I’ve been chatting to a very horny lady on here, and we have arranged to meet. I thought it would be fun to create a fantasy story of the meet together, each writing a few paragraphs and continuing from where the other left off. Now we’re interested in your suggestions on how we can make this meet even hotter.
The story is told from her perspective…
As I lie on the bed in my silky lingerie, I hear a gentle knock at the front door. The moment has arrived. My heart is pumping loudly in my breast. Butterflies in my tummy remind me of all the teasing conversations. Now is the time we finally put our thoughts into action. Nerves begin to take over. Will I please him? Will I be able to give up the control I so dearly cherish? Or will I manage to make him submit to me?
I take a deep, steadying breath. I feel sexy! Pushing myself from the bed, I walk hesitantly to the door, nervous, yet excited. Each step feels both heavy and weightless, a deliberate march toward the unknown. It’s as if another part of me is taking over. I know this is wrong. What am I doing? Yet I also want this so badly. I pause before the door, seeing the shadow of a figure through the frosted glass. This is the threshold. On one side, my ordered life; on the other, a sense of delicious chaos that I will soon invite in. With a trembling hand, I reach for the lock and pull the door ajar. Just a crack. Enough for him to enter. Few words are exchanged. I close the door behind him and we kiss. He towers over me, pushing me against the hall wall, gripping my wrists dominantly above my head.
Turning me around, he pulls my wrists down, behind my back, placing a cold plastic zip tie on each wrist, and connecting them together with a clip. If I really wanted to escape I could, but it’s enough to make me feel vulnerable. I want to submit. Still facing the wall, he spreads my legs and explores my inner thigh, grazing
deliberately across my dampening crotch. It’s suggestive, teasing - giving me something, yet holding back everything. He turns me around and we passionately kiss once more, before his mouth moves wantonly down my body, taking his time to savour its downward journey. Dropping to his knees, I can feel his breath on my lips and I know he’s enjoying the moment, but he has other plans. Zip ties are wrapped around each of my ankles - for what, I’m not sure.
I stand there, my heart beating wildly, excited but nervous at this new experience of vulnerability. I have committed myself into submission so easily, and so immediately. His dominance, determination and confidence make me feel safe. I want him to own me. To resist any fight I may have, and remind me of my place. I breathe heavily as I feel his face around my inner thighs. So near yet so far.
With my hands restrained, I am unable to pull him in to me, to feel his tongue against my warmth. I can see the enjoyment in his face. I want him, but he’s holding back, enjoying the power that denying my needs is giving him. He now licks delicately whilst stroking me and exploring me with his fingers, but only fleetingly.
I want to free my hands so I can feel him, touch him, undress him. My lust is impatient. I want it now. But no, he’s the one in control. He owns me. I’m at his mercy.
Raising to his feet, he unclips my hands and we kiss once more. I can taste the sweetness of myself on his lips. It’s the first time my hands can roam, but not for long. I lead the way to the bedroom, standing at the foot of the bed.
Pushing me to my knees, I know what’s expected. Unbuckling his belt, I start to suck him. The power dynamic has shifted , or so I think. He sits on the edge of the bed, and guides my head.
Pulling a silk tie from his pocket, he blindfolds me, and helps me out of my lingerie. He guides me, on my back, to the centre of the bed. Pushing my knees towards my breasts, he clips the zip tie on each wrist to each ankle. I’m totally exposed, and totally vulnerable.
I suppose I knew he wouldn't lose the power of control, so early in this adventure, but at least I have had my 1st taste of his bulging manhood. I wasn't expecting him to be so gentle with me, but it’s led me into a false sense of control, and he knows it.
Just like we’d discussed, I’ve left some toys on the bed side table, and I hear a familiar sound. Blindfolded and restrained , I’m now at his mercy. I’ve given him 2 of my 5 senses. Unable to touch and see, I’m unsure of what’s coming next.
Then I hear it. The gentle buzz of my favourite toy. I picture his delight knowing that he has me at his mercy, that my pleasure is literally in his hands. I wait in anticipation for the feeling of the vibration on my clitoris, but he places it around my nipples. I’m not ready for this and jump slightly with the shock of the familiar touch teasing one while he nips the other. He is so close to me, and I strain against the wrist ties to touch him. I don’t want gentle, I want to feel the nakedness of his body while he teases me like this. I want to pleasure him while he feels my nipples becoming firmer under his touch. Instead, I am lying here, a helpless recipient yearning to feel my toy or his fingers move down between my legs where I am tingling with excitement. At last, I feel something between my legs, but what is it? It’s a soft material. A feather? Something light trailing across my inner thighs, over my public area and around my lower tummy, the tickling sensation making me really lose control. I’m unable to move and accept this new feeling of being helpless. I have no idea what it is, but without my sight my other senses are exploding. This touch is making me even more desperate for a firm touch.
The thought that he’s given to the way I’m restrained soon becomes apparent. Rolling me over, I find that I’m now on my knees, face down, with my bottom raised. He positions himself behind me, and places my vibrator, from underneath, along the length of my vagina. Then, with his other hand…. THWACK. I soon discover that what at first was a being used to give a light sensation on my skin, was a flogger, designed for the sole purpose of serving pain. It sends a searing pain through me, yet with it a feeling of warmth and safety. In this moment, he is my master and I feel safe under his control.
The juxtaposition between pain and pleasure is intense. “How does that feel, you little harlot?” I’m not sure if it’s a question or a statement. “It feels good sir.” He unclips the restraints and allows me to reposition myself. He knows they aren’t necessary. I want this and I’m under his control, a space to this experience. “Don’t move”. THWACK.
I gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through my veins. With each strike, my body begins to tense, my muscles clenching as I grapple with the sensations. It’s not just pain – it's a release, a freedom that comes with surrendering to the moment. “More sir”. My arousal builds as I yield to the dual sensations as he continues to explore me with the vibrator.
I’m close now. The world has narrowed to this moment, this space, this sensation. I am his. And then….. nothing. He’s toying with me. He’s using me as his play thing.
Coming down from the edge, I realise that, like me, he takes delight in the game. Knowing he’s conquered me, yet not needing to. He removes the tie from my eyes and for the first time we are on an even playing field. I lay there, bursting with lust as he moves himself next to me, gently kissing me once more. His dominance is not sadistic, it’s tender, done with care and concern. “Your move sugar” he says, with a playful grin. Usually I’d cringe, but I realise that he’s goading me.
I had been taken right to the edge and was finally getting my breath back. "Sugar"! There’s nothing sweet about me. Even though he hasn't submitted he has handed control back to me. He is mine, and at my mercy.
As he lays there, I lean over to continue kissing his lips gently before searching for his tongue with mine. My hands feel his naked chest and I have a gentle tweak of his nipple. I am luring him into a false sense of security. I stroke down the side of his body, over his hip bone and then inside his thigh. All so gently. I can hear his breath increasing as my fingers work closer to his balls. Again, so gentle. I cup them in my hands and massage them, feeling them soft and easy to manipulate. I can see he is getting more turned on as his throbbing manhood twitches.
My lips and tongue follow the path that my fingers forged moments earlier. I kiss his inner thighs whilst feeling his torso and hearing his breathing getting heavier, waiting for me to give him what he is waiting for. I kiss the base of his cock, teasing and prodding with my tongue. I can see it twitching in front of my face, inviting me to move closer with my lips. I lick from the bottom all the way to the top , flick around the tip and back down. My hands return to his balls giving a gentle massage whilst licking up and down, I refuse to put my whole mouth over it. Now is not the time, despite what he desires.
With a firm grip, I pump his shaft. My thumb rests on top grazing his engorged helmet. My index finger underneath applying a firm pressure towards my thumb. From his moans, I know he likes it, but this is a marathon, not a sprint. Yes there’s a finish line down the road, but we’re only at the half way mark and there are plenty of ups and downs to come yet.
He’s losing control, and he knows it. He’d let me do anything to him, but at the same time, he realises that I’m enjoying the thrust and parry of this joust for control. He’s determined to offer some competition.
He is in control after all. Unlike me earlier, he is able to resist the urge to submit and pushes me onto the bed as he sits up. A sudden switch of power and I am his to command.
Restraining my hands once more he kneels above me with those loaded balls close to my face. I am laid completely obedient to his will. When he allows he will let me reach out my tongue to lick, but only when he says. I learn the hard way. I try to steal a lick, which resulted in a tightly squeezed nipple. The joyous pain ran through my body. Dare I do it again? Not yet. I need to recover first. But there is no recovering as he leans over with the flogger and gently slaps between my wide open legs. I can handle it, so he moves up a level, discarding the paddle and opening my labia to reveal an engorged clitorus. This time he isn't gentle. He taps it and this time he sends shockwaves through my body. I know I must obey but the temptation of those balls hanging over my face and the huge erection is too much. With my hands restrained I only have my mouth. It just has to be. I raise my head again to get a mouthful , the pain from the punishment is worth it. I want to be his toy. I want him to use me. I want to to serve… but I also want his care, knowing that what I’ve given him will make him lust for me. He starts to pump., using my mouth for his gratification. He can resist, but he no longer wants to.
I’m not sure sure who’s in control, and who’s getting what they want. He spins himself around to focus back on my labia and clitoris - his mouth and fingers again working me again to edge of orgasm. This time there is no reprieve. Exhausted, and without inhibitions, I lay there as he mounts me. Wrapping my legs around his back, I pull him into me and I find myself locked in a warm orgasmic embrace as he powers on. It’s clear now, that we are no longer here for a long time, we’re here for a good time. it’s plenty. I feel like I’ve climbed a mountain. We’ll soon arrive at the peak. Locking eyes, we both moan in unison, sharing a moment of intense lust and euphoria. We stay like this for a short while, with him still inside me. Sadistically I clench my vaginal wall, to see him wince in ecstasy. He returns the favour with his hand, but I can’t take any more.
I know several things for certain. There’s not a lot sexually that I couldn’t get this man to do for me, but, given the slightest temptation, this man will stretch my limits - and I’m curious where things will lead next.
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