Directions

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

OK, so I was becoming desperate to find someone to be in my life. Someone at work recommended a certain dating site, so I gave it a try. After a while, I started to talk to a guy that sounded really nice. From his profile picture, if that was really him, he was good looking. In our chats, he spoke well and seemed educated. Part of the reason he sounded good to me was that in his profile there seemed to be hints of an interest in fetish and maybe even bondage. This could be good for me, since I've been looking to make a serious connection with a guy that had similar interests to mine. But, as I said, his profile just had hints of things, nothing glaringly obvious.

We finally agreed to meet at a local sandwich shop and a day and time was decided upon. Since I was looking for a particular type of guy, I figured a lunch was better than a heavier commitment of dinner. When I suggested lunch he had no problem with that, so I suggested casual attire. I dressed rather conventionally for this first physical meeting.

At about 11 AM on the day agreed upon, we met at the shop and I was pleased to discover that he actually looked as good as his pictures. Since my profile picture was truly me, once he'd looked around, he came right over and said, "Colleen? I recognize you from your pictures. You look lovely, especially those very expressive eyes." After his greeting, he sat down and we had a nice lunch. We chatted and found we had several things in common and my impression from our online talks was confirmed -- he seemed very down to earth and nice.

Apparently, we both felt that this meeting went well. He asked, "Colleen, would you like to have dinner at my place sometime? I'll cook Italian, if you find that to be agreeable."

I smiled, and replied, "That sounds good to me, William." Consulting our calendars, we set a date. I asked, "Can I bring anything?"

After thinking about it briefly, he answered, "How about bringing dessert?" I nodded my agreement.

On the evening we'd chosen, I arrived a bit early, so I made myself useful, setting the table. As we had dinner, I learned that he was a good cook, at least for Italian food. He praised the dessert that I'd brought, saying it went well with the main course. So I believe we both really enjoyed the meal. Spontaneously, I said, "I'll make dinner next time." Maybe I was being presumptuous, assuming there would be a 'next time' when he hadn't suggested it. But he didn't discourage that idea.

As we digested our food, I asked, "William, will you show me around your apartment?" He was agreeable. I liked the place, located very nice and high in the building with a lovely view of the city. It was now getting dark and the lights were coming on in the nearby area as we watched. I stood by the window and wondered if we could be seen, since it was floor to ceiling glass. "Can people see us, William?"

"No, not if the lights are off. The outside lights just bounce off the glass, so they are only seeing reflections."

One thing was curious, though. As we continued walking around, and entered the bedroom, I noticed handcuffs locked to the headboard. Impulsively, I sat on the bed, pointed to the handcuffs, asking, "What are these for, William?" Without waiting for an answer, I kicked my shoes off, unbuttoned my blouse, thereby exposing my black lace bra and settled back. I reached up and closed the open cuff on my right wrist until it was snug.

Grinning, he checked the cuff to make sure it wasn't too tight. Standing next to the bed, he stated, "It looks as if you are asking for a practical demonstration." He started removing his clothes, very slowly, I assume to see if I protested and told him to stop. I didn't.

Instead, I admired his body as he revealed it, since he was well-built. Finally fully naked, he stood there stroking himself. This gave me the opportunity to watch his cock grow big and hard. Licking my lips, I imagined that cock entering me, and that thought reinforced my desire for him to enter me and fill me. Soon he crawled onto the bed, asking me, "Colleen, do you really want this?" I nodded my head fervently, making eye contact with him as I spread my legs as far as my skirt would allow. With lust in his eyes now, he pulled my breasts out of their bra cups.

Once my breasts felt the air of his bedroom bathe them, William started licking and kissing them until my nipples grew hard. Then his mouth claimed those nipples as he sucked on them until they became like pebbles crowning each tit. He stopped, pulled my skirt up even farther and impulsively tore my panties off! "Oh my god! Yes, yes, fuck yes, William," I thought, thrilled at his revealing dominance. I moaned 'yes' loudly, because with my pussy exposed, I just wanted him in me!

Shifting his weight, he stretched out on top of me, his body pressing me down, pinning me on the bed. In seconds his penis was deep in me and it felt so wonderful that for a moment I forgot to breathe. But only for a moment, because then he started to pump. His delicious cock started sliding backward and forward in a steady rhythm, and my breathing sort of synchronized to that pattern. With my left hand I began caressing his bare back, encouraging him. Of course, I couldn't use my right hand at all, since it was handcuffed to the bed.

As William continued fucking me, my mind brought up some of my fantasies. I certainly knew that if I told him to stop, and release my wrist, he'd do it promptly -- I had no worries about that. But I found that is was fun to imagine that I was his captive... that he'd restrained me, stripped me, and was having his way with me, heedless of my protests. The more I imagined that scenario, the more turned on I got, which actually confirmed some things about my psyche that I'd long suspected. I really was a kinky slut!

Focusing on that imaginary scene, aided by the tugging at my wrist from the handcuff, feeling the fantastic sensations generated by William's rhythmic penetrations, and adding a speculation that the rest of his marauding gang might show up soon to use me, I climaxed. And it wasn't a tiny one that my 'captor' might not notice... it was intense! I thrashed beneath him, making all sorts of embarrassing sounds of release. He might've thought I'd never had an orgasm before, which was almost true -- at least while being fucked. Ever the gentleman, he kept fucking me until the crashing storm of my orgasm was complete.

Then he voiced a desire that really pressed my 'need for kink' button. "I'd really rather dump my load deep into your ass, Colleen." In my currently altered mental state, brought on by the restraint of the handcuff, and being used by this imaginary captor (and possibly soon by his entire gang), I translated that to be him saying, "Now I'm going to fuck your ass, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop me, slut!" That stoked my internal arousal to even new heights of excitement.

I may have surprised him by defiantly shouting, "Do it!" What I managed not to say out loud was part of my scenario, where I added, "I don't think you have the guts to dare to do that to me, you beast!" I'm glad I kept that part silent, because he just heard me giving permission. Therefore, he pulled his cock free from my pussy, and rolled me over onto my tummy. The chain from the handcuff to the bed easily allowed that motion. He also lifted my pelvis enough to stuff a firm pillow under it. This raised up my ass into a lewd presentation of my exposed puckered opening. By now, he was so excited that he just gripped the shaft of his cock, still slippery with my pussy lubrication and cum, and pressed the head of his cock at my naughty opening. In reaction to that touch and pressure, I gasped loudly, and somehow that reflexively loosened my anal ring, because before I could blink, the head of his cock was lodged in my ass, just deep to that ring!

In a way, I was glad I was handcuffed to the bed at that point. If both of my hands had been free, I would've been tempted to reach back with both hands and cooperate by invitingly pulling my ass cheeks more open for him. Such cooperation might well have conflicted with my very arousing imaginary situation. I was glad when his downward force pressed my pelvis hard against the pillow and that 'hot poker' of his cock skewered my back door! A long, loud moan escaped from my lips as he claimed that part of my anatomy. A moan can be ambiguous. He could interpret that as delight, which would increase his ardor. Whereas I could feed that into my imaginary roleplay as a protest of dismay!

Nevertheless, since he felt I'd granted him permission, he began humping my ass, slowly at first, giving me time to accommodate. But with gradually increasing speed and intensity! By the time he uttered an animalistic howl of delight as his cock began spewing his hot load into my back passage with a lot of throbbing and several ropes of semen, my body apparently was holding back for that signal. The moment his cum flooded me, my own ululation of joy joined his vocalization, and the muscular contractions of my orgasm milked his balls dry!

We stayed warmly linked until his cock softened and slipped out of me. He murmured, "That was wonderful, Colleen. Thank you! Let me get the handcuff key to release you."

"Not yet, William, please!" I begged him. "Just help me turn over again, and hold me close. I really need that." Without questioning my entreaty, he lifted my hips a little to remove the pillow, and then helped me to turn face up on the bed. With my one arm up over my head, its wrist chained to the headboard, he was easily able to snuggle against my nude form. As I felt his arms around me, and his warm skin against mine, I sighed happily. "I can't tell you how perfect all this was for me, William," I whispered.

Wordlessly, he kissed me. There was so much passion in that kiss that my toes curled as I swooned in his embrace. When he came up for air, he stated, "You're simply amazing, Colleen." He hesitated, but then he rather shyly asked, "Ummm... you actually handcuffed yourself to begin with, and you were certainly vocal about your excitement and the pleasure you were receiving... Thank you for sharing that, by the way... but..." He paused, obviously not wanting to ruin the mood, but still driven to learn something. "Somehow I felt something else was going through your mind. Were you imagining that you were fucking some movie star, or something? I won't be offended, I promise. I'm just curious."

I'm sure my cheeks reddened when I heard that question, because they certainly got hot enough. But he'd asked so nicely that I felt, embarrassing as it was, I should tell him the truth. I swallowed hard and tried to explain. "First of all, let me say that your lovemaking is utterly fantastic, William. Never doubt that. But when I saw the handcuff, it sparked my interest in kinky bondage. And then... and then... in my mind's eye, I pretended that I'd been captured. And that you, my captor, had me helpless. And not only were you going to use me like a fuck toy... but maybe you had a gang who were on their way here and you were going to let them all take turns using my helpless, vulnerable body." I paused and added, "I hope that doesn't freak you out too much."

"Oh my god, no!" he assured me, embracing me even more closely. Kissing me thoroughly again, he told me, "For years I've been hoping to find someone as much into a kinky lifestyle as I am. Please, Colleen, never hide your needs from me. I want to do more and more of this with you, if you're into it."

I was definitely into it.

As time passed, I found out that he had a really good job, but I'd already guessed that by the looks of his apartment. Its location and furnishings declared him to be upper class to say the least. This gave him the time to have lots of fun with his willing companion -- me.

We started dating regularly and our sex life together grew by leaps and bounds. And I do mean 'bounds' -- looking online, William and I discovered many, many ways that he could bind me. Various sites discussed what type of ropes were best, and we found tutorials about shibari. William really loved experimenting. And I really loved being his nude model, sitting patiently as he 'learned the ropes' so to speak. That is, as long as he kept his apartment nice and toasty warm, and as long as I got thoroughly fucked while bound. I enjoyed our experiences. Not only did William have a true interest in fetish and bondage... he also had an intuitive knack for it. I started to think this might be the right guy for me.

One day he took us to one of our favorite restaurants. We'd been dating for over a year at that point. While we were at dinner, he actually got down onto one knee, offered me a lovely ring, and proposed! When I got over the shock and surprise, I stood up in front of him, nodding and smiling, saying loudly "Yes!" Many other of the patrons caught on, and applauded and called out congratulations. Someone even sent a bottle of champagne to our table!

Since neither of us had any family to invite other than my mother, William and I decided on a simple wedding ceremony at our church, with only her plus a few choice friends attending. And for our honeymoon, we found the perfect nude beach in Spain for swimming and sunbathing. During that time we discussed what would be our best place to live. We decided to move into my house for more room and a sense of making a home. Plus we now had the full basement and spare bedroom to play in, and the freedom to make alterations to them any way we wished. The money we saved on William's rent could be used to buy or make fun things.

Once again the online tutorials came in very handy. William was so proud of the pulley system he'd installed in our basement. Placing a large mattress on the floor under it for safety, he successfully put me into our first shibari suspension! It felt like I was flying, because the ropes cradled my naked body so well. And of course, it allowed him to use me sexually like that, to our mutual pleasure.

One time he really fed my fantasy by blindfolding me when I was suspended and tied and then made sure I heard him ascending the basement steps. I heard the front door open, some muffled sounds that seemed to be a conversation, and then the door closed. As William came back down into the basement, it sounded like more than one set of footsteps descending. Meanwhile, William was whispering, "Now don't make a sound. See? She's all naked and ready, so feel free to fuck her. I know you've really been wanting to do it." After a short pause, hands grabbed me, and a cock poked into my pussy! I was fucked very vigorously, as if someone eagerly needed to unload his balls! I howled when that cock erupted inside me, wondering who was using me! Then William whipped off the blindfold, and I frantically looked around the room, and no one else was there! He'd play acted and given me a very convincing mind fuck! However, it did get me to thinking. I wondered, "Would it really be so bad if William wanted to share me with someone he trusted?" I tabled that thought for further discussion at the right time.

Over time our games became more elaborate and our collection of toys grew. Our spare bedroom had restraints added to its bed full time, so my husband could quickly tie me up on a whim. And the room contained a lovely flogger and a few powerful vibrators, one of which reacted to sound. So he could tie me up, slip that vibrator into my pussy or my ass -- his choice -- and then turn on a radio playing rock and roll music, and let me twist, writhe, moan and climax for an indeterminate amount of time!

For our first anniversary, he took us to a wonderful clothing optional village in Florida. I was a little skittish about walking around nude in public, but the people we met were so friendly and nonchalant about nudity that I soon overcame my shyness. And very soon walking around without wearing any clothes seemed very 'natural' to me, especially in the warm Florida sunshine, and even in a light rain. It was a very liberating experience. I know that protocol said that when we where chatting with people, our focus should be on their face, and not let our eyes wander down their body. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed several times that some guy that walked over to chat started getting an erection when he spoke to me. I took that as a compliment, to be honest.

Getting a little braver after that experience, we talked about attending a bondage convention that was scheduled about a month before our second anniversary. One thing in its favor was its proximity. It was going to take place only a few hours away in a nearby city. When the time came for it, we did attend, both of us a little nervous, wondering how kinky the people would be. But we loved it. In addition to the eye-opening displays and demonstrations, we found a booth where they created made to order leather and latex garments. He told the woman running the booth that he wanted to order something special for me for our upcoming anniversary. She beckoned the two of us into a small dressing room and had me strip completely. His smile almost went from ear to ear as he closely watched her taking so many measurements of my body that it made my head spin! Then, while I was dressing again, he and the woman went back out front so he could make a private order for my upcoming surprise.

After that convention, he confirmed that he'd ordered a special gift for me which should arrive in a few weeks, and hopefully before our anniversary. I tried to think what it might be, there were so many interesting things that we'd seen there. Some of the other, smaller things we'd ordered for our basement dungeon arrived in only a few days, so we had to test them out. It was a tough job, being William's fuck toy, but I felt I was up to the task!

A big box arrived on a Wednesday about three weeks later, and of course I was so curious about what was in it. But I'd already been given strict instructions not to open it under the threat of a severe punishment. I must admit I shook it several times but got no clue in guessing what the box contained. When I called William and told him about the box, he said he'd show me on Friday before he left for work. I figured that he was putting some plan into action when he told me he'd be home late from work today. When he got home about two hours late, he was smiling like the Cheshire cat.

On Friday morning I yawned and stretched, and got up to say good bye to him as I did every day. But he said, "Colleen, come to the spare bedroom." As we entered, I saw the box on the floor and its seals were broken open. "Stand still, pet," he instructed me, placing a blindfold over my eyes and removing my robe, which left me naked.

I could hear him opening the box and had no idea what he was doing. "What item of clothing did he buy at that booth? And is it leather or latex?" I wondered, standing in my personal darkness. Something cold wrapped around my waist, followed by what felt like two chains touched my ass, puzzling me. "I don't remember any of her clothing using chains," I mentally told myself. Next, a strap was pulled between my legs and pressed against my mound. I felt more fumbling at my waist and then heard a faint click. Then it dawned on me! This was not leather or latex! As this metal contraption snugged tightly against me, I became certain... this was a real chastity belt!

I remembered seeing the display at a different booth at the convention. They gave me chills just looking at them. I couldn't imagine being locked in one and not having the key. My sex would then be entirely controlled by another person! William tugged at the belt, checking it. Then I heard his voice saying, "Don't move, Colleen. Count slowly to 200 then take the blindfold off." As I started to count, I heard him quickly go downstairs and the front door opened and closed.