My phone chirped. I had another email. I responded with the knee jerk reaction I so hated in other people, pulled out my phone and checked it, expecting spam of some sort. It wasn'tβjust a simple message.
Sir,
Please take me.
Beth
I have been talking with her through PM's on one website and though IM's and text messages for about three weeks. She was very aroused by the idea of being controlled sexually but unsure of how far she wished to take it. She didn't think she wanted to experience the pain that could lead her to a new level of sexual release and pleasure, although excited by it. She was frightened of getting to the precipice, and then fearful of what awaited her on the other side. We'd talked about possible alternative scenarios, and the one she liked best was being controlled in her bed. She'd timidly asked if I would help play out her fantasy.
She'd given me her address. I'd driven by her house, knew it's layout and location. She'd told me the door that would be left unlocked when she was ready to be taken.
Dawn. My favorite time of the day. The air is refreshing and the light soft. I parked in Beth's driveway, letting the car roll down to the house without the engine running. I was glad there were no close neighbors that would be suspicious and call the police. My presence would be difficult to explain, and Amy had never met me, nor seen me, so she'd have a difficult time identifying me, and an even more embarrassing attempt describing why I was there. The dew was still on her neat lawn as I went around to the back and climbed the stairs to her deck.
Her deck looked out over the lake and a small, private cove. The sun was just starting to touch the treetops in the yard. Two doors led into the house from the deck, one to the living room, the other to the bedroom. The dawn light showed the outlines of the furniture, and let me know which door to enter. I slid the door to the bedroom back, stepped out of my shoes, damp with dew, and moved into the bedroom.
She was sound asleep; one light sheet is drawn over her. Her shape was outlined by the soft cloth, which made her sexier by just hiding a bit. One leg was out from under the sheet, bent slightly at the knee with the foot extended from the shapely calf and ankle. Her skin looked white as milk and as smooth. I'd instructed her to be well-groomed, and she'd taken that opportunity to have her legs waxed. She was so beautiful lying there. I sat in the chair next to the bed and watched her. The sheet rose gently, almost imperceptibly with each soundless breath.
A beautiful sight as that was, we had things to accomplish. I reached into the bag I'd brought and took out the black silk blindfold. I laid it over her eyes. She began to stir, so I put one hand on her wrist and held it until she awoke. She was expecting me, so she wasn't startled with the gentle waking.
"Sir?"
"Shhhh." I slipped a loop of rope around her wrist and moved her hand toward the headboard, where a quick look secured the rope. I fastened the blindfold in place and took the other had, looped the rope around her wrist and tied it to the headboard. I silently thanked her for selecting this wrought Iron bed with all the places I could tie ropes off.
Before she was fully awake, she was blindfolded and her hands bound to the headboard. Finer adjustments could come later. I had told her what would happen, how I would treat her. Still, the reality left her testing the restraints and trying to get her blindfold off.
"Be still." She settled back
"Do I have to be blindfolded? I want to see your face."
"Shhhh."
As she lay quietly, the morning noises came in through the open door. The sounds are relaxing, even if they accompany morning coffee and the news from the night before. The breeze barely stirred through the room, almost unfelt against bare skin. I pulled down the sheet, and her body lay there covered with only a thin short nightgown, tied in the front. She wore this for me, as instructed because it can be untied, which I proceeded to do, slowly. When all the ties were undone, I moved the nightgown aside, exposing her. She sensed me looking at her, closed her legs by crossing them at the knee. Her elbows moved toward her breasts but were prevented from covering them by the ropes.
Reaching in my bag, I took out another rope and looped it over her ankle; a gentle tug moved it until it pointed to the corner of the bed. I repeated this with the other leg, spreading her thighs apartβa lovely woman.
I stood back and admired her. Her neck, slender and firm, joined her shoulders with a curve to be studied by a sculptor. White skin on her shoulders flowed unbroken down to her breasts, laying firm on her chest, adorned by erect nipples surrounded by pink aureoles. Below her breasts, her stomach lay flat and continued flat to the gentle mound topped by very light downy hair. Hips joined thighs with the same milky skin; her knees stood clear above the calf I had admired earlier.
She stirred, wondering what I was doing. No one had ever looked at her this intently, and she suddenly felt very naked. Her thighs turned in, trying in vain to hide her womanhood.
I found decorative pillows on the floor, tossed there the night before as the bed was unmade and I put them against the headboard, loosened the ropes holding her ankles, and lifted her torso back against the headboard, not sitting, but yet, not quite flat on the bed anymore. I took two other pillows, lifted her hips, and placed the pillows under her upper buttocks. By placing ropes just above her knees, and looping them to the same post as her arms, I was able to raise her legs and spread them at the same time. She was exposed to me.