My name is Alexis, or Lexi for short if you prefer, and this is my story with him. His name was Alan, but I imagine you're not too interested in the beginning of our story. It's rather boring in comparison to say the least, so just I'll just summarize for you. I'd been interested in bdsm for years now, but I had finally decided to make an account in an online bdsm community.
It wasn't long before I received a message from him, and we'd been talking ever since. Two months later, we finally decided to meet in person. Nothing kinky or erotic or anything like that, just coffee. Although we'd known each other for quite a while, it was very different talking in person. Even still, we hit it off pretty well.
We meet a few more times, call them dates if you will, and then we decided that things were going well enough to move to the next step. So far it had seemed like the start of a regular relationship, with the exception of all the talk about sex and bdsm. In the end though, having already discussed all our likes and boundaries, I was much more comfortable walking into his house for the first time.
It was Friday night, and I was going to spend the next two nights with him. I stood at his door for a minute, both nervous and excited. I could feel my nipples harden and knew they were showing through my clothes, and the cool night air tingled on my wet, shaved cunt. I knew it would please him if I wore hardly anything, so I had chosen a short, red dress and skipped on my bra and panties, although I brought a change of clothes in case he had other plans.
I finally knocked on his door, and before too long he answered, wearing a black shirt and black jeans. He walked me in, but stopped me just outside the door.
"Before we go any further, I want you to repeat my safe words." He took safety seriously, and we'd talked about them on many occasions.
I repeated the words, "Red to stop, and yellow for help."
"And if you're gagged?"
I shook my head three times and grunted, "Uh uh uh," with my mouth closed.
Once I finished, he led to me the middle of the room and picked up a collar on the coffee table.
"Hold up your hair," I was told, and as I did so, he walked around me and wrapped the collar around my neck. Now that it was on and buckled, he took a small padlock out of his pocked and secured it onto the collar.
My heat raced, I knew I was now his for the rest of the weekend.
Slowly, he walked to the couch and sat down in front of me. He didn't say or do anything for a moment, probably taking his time and drawing out the tension. It was working though, as the wetness between my thighs already began to grow.
"Take off your dress," he told me, calmly but firmly.
I quietly did so, pulling the halter above my head and letting the front of my dress fall, exposing my chest. I held the sides of my dress and slid it the rest of the way down, revealing my freshly shaved cunt. Although he wasn't the first man to see me naked, the collar seemed to add an extra layer of excitement, leaving me feeling even more exposed than usual.
He stood up and slowly walked to me. I could feel my heart race as he circled around me, not touching me with anything but his eyes.
"You have one of the most beautiful bodies I've seen," he said to me.
I blushed slightly and replied, "Thank you."
Once again, it was nothing new to me. I was a five foot four, 120 pound, long haired brunette with an hourglass figure and a perky C cup, so I'd had more than my share of compliments. Still, it struck me more than usual considering the situation.
"Thank you what?"
Oops, I already made my first mistake. He'd told me before he was a stickler for being called Sir, but it had slipped my mind. I quickly corrected myself, "Thank you, Sir."
"Much better."
He reached back to the coffee table, picked up a leather leash, and then attached it to my collar. Sir slowly started walking, gently pulling me behind him. We walked around the corner towards an open door at the end of the hall. Seeing a bed just inside, I guessed this was a guest room, since the master was probably upstairs. He walked me through the door and towards the bed. Looking around, I noticed that there were several toys and cuffs on the dresser.
Before I had a chance to look at them, Sir walked to the side of the bed, facing me away from the dresser, and instructed me to spread my legs and put my arms behind my back. I wanted to see what he had over there, but I didn't turn around, knowing I'd probably get in trouble if I did.
He detached the leash and sat down on the bed. For several minutes, Sir stared at my naked form, paying special attention to my pussy, which was slowly wetting my thighs from my excitement. Once he'd had his fill, he stood up and walked around me towards the dresser. My eyes follow Sir and I turned my head, but he pushed my chin forward, keeping my head straight.
Sir picked something up off the dresser, then grabbed my wrists and bucked a leather cuff onto each of them, which he then snapped together. Next he knelt down and attached another pair to my ankles, although he left these detached.
Now that I was secure in my bonds, he stood up behind me and pulled my body towards his. His hands began to slowly caress my body; the tension he was giving me alone was enough to make me moan. He was careful to avoid my breasts or cunt, and I found myself heaving my chest and grinding my hips, trying to make Sir notice them. At the same time I could feel his cock get hard and moving against my ass as I thrust towards his hands.
For several minutes Sir kept this up, all the while the anticipation and hunger was growing in me. My breasts and cunt were aching now, and I was moaning louder.
Finally, I began to beg, "Please, Sir."
