It was the way he took me on that rooftop that made me think he could be that guy for me. He was restraining himself to an extent, but when the time came, he was completely and fully mine and I was his. It didn’t matter that there were people milling about on the grounds below us, it didn’t matter that we had just met that night, all that mattered were the primal urges we both sought to satisfy, and that rooftop sex was nothing short of amazing.
It didn’t take long for him to get into my head. I had decided to try an experiment with him. I was no longer going to settle for anyone who couldn’t handle my personality, my fetishes, or my past. I was going to be completely upfront and honest on all accounts without holding back. If he ran away scared, then he wasn’t the man for me.
Time and time again I told him I longed to be owned, to have a Master and be a sub, to have that one relationship that is open, honest, communicative, and safe. But mostly, I wanted someone that I could completely let go with and experience orgasm after orgasm without any inhibitions. I told him I needed the attention, I needed the protection, and I needed the guidance that no one else has given me.
He didn’t run.
It was a strange day at work and I was feeling a bit frustrated when I left the building. By the time I had gotten home, I had calmed down a bit but was exhausted. When I walked into my bedroom to change into some comfy clothes, I saw a black gift bag on the bed with pink tissue paper. It was very pretty and caught me off guard. I had given him a key to my place a long time ago, but he rarely used it. I guess this had been one of those days he exercised the privileged and I was happy about it.
I read the card attached first, “Each of these items will be used tonight along with a few surprises. Prepare yourself without self gratification. You have two hours.”
Hmmm… I reached into the bag to pull out a bottle of vanilla bubble bath, a little pink slip dress, a blind fold and wrist cuffs, and a paddle that looked like it was going to hurt like hell. My heart began to race. I wondered what the other surprises were but just the thought of having my wrists bound and being sightless for a night of play excited me. I looked at my phone clock and decided I had better get started on my bath. As I walked to the bathroom, I noticed something else. There was a video camera set up in the corner of the room. We talked about recording ourselves, but I never gave him a definitive answer. I guess I wasn’t being given a choice anymore.
I ran the hot water adding the vanilla bubbles and settled into the steamy hot water as it continued to fill the tub. My mind was racing. I had a tendency to like a little control only because it was all I had ever known, but I had the feeling I wouldn’t be allowed that. As I ran the sponge over my soft, glowing skin, I envisioned being cuffed and blindfolded as he fucked me. Blood rushed to my pink parts and I tingled as I washed myself. “…without self gratification…” I had better listen. He knew my body so well that he would certainly know if I had cum before he got to my place. I still don’t know how he could be so in tune with my thoughts.
I finished my bath, did the customary lotion to keep my skin soft, and slid into the pink slip dress. It was short, above my knees-very cute and girlish. I knew he would like it. I let my hair down from the bun it was in and admired myself in the mirror. Yes, I definitely thought he would be pleased.
When I went into the bedroom, I sat on the bed to admire the new toys. I tried the wrist cuffs on one wrist and got so excited, I knew I had to take it off before I got into trouble and started pleasuring myself. I decided to test out the paddle. It wasn’t fancy, just black leather. I gave myself a couple whacks on the palm of my hand and instantly my skin turned red and burned. I had hoped he wouldn’t need to use it! I laid on the bed a few minutes with the blindfold across my eyes. I knew it was going to be a fun night.
As it got closer to the end of my two hours, the butterflies in my stomach multiplied uncontrollably. I couldn’t wait for him to come home, I craved his touch so bad, but I was also curious as to what the night would hold. “Bing!” I got a text.
“Put the blindfold on and sit on the chair in the corner. The wrist cuffs and paddle are to be on the night stand beside your side of the bed. You are not to try to peek from under the blindfold. Sit there and wait for me. When I get there, you are not to speak unless I ask you a question.”
I did as I was told and sat there in my blindfolded darkness with my hands folded on my lap for what seemed like forever. My heart was beating so hard that I had to take deep breaths to calm myself. Finally, I heard the front door. What was he doing downstairs? He was taking forever!! Was he making a sandwich? Ugh I was going crazy!! Then I heard him come up the stairs. I felt his body heat as he stood before me.
“That’s a good girl. You look very beautiful. I hope you were happy with your bath.”
I didn’t answer. It wasn’t a question. I had to be very careful. I think I like to hear my own voice sometimes and had to really think before I spoke. He took my hands and helped me to my feet before embracing me in the biggest bear hug.
“Breathe my little girl, I’m here to protect you and take care of you.”
I settled into his arms for a second before he led me to the bed. He sat me down and walked away. I could hear the click of the video camera “On” switch. It was show time.
We shall continue this soon, my lovelies. Let your imaginations run wild. I have a surprise for you. You might just enjoy it.