He had asked me to let him, but when I told him I had never done anything like that before, he promised that he'd go as slowly as I wanted. Nervously, I agreed. Taking my hand, he led me to his bedroom. The dark Mahogany furniture gave the room a classic look that contrasted sharply with the rest of his apartment, which he furnished ultra-modernly.
The large king sized bed focused the room. Its corner posts nearly touched the ceiling.
"I may not be any good," I told him. He told me not to worry that he would do all of the work.
Fully clothed, I climbed onto the bed. I expected it to be soft and inviting, but beneath the blanket, it was hard and unyielding. He leaned over me and pulled the straps from the headboard. Putting my hands up, he quickly bound them together. The leather bit sharply into my skin but wasn't painful. Commanding me to pull against the straps, he tightened and rearranged them. He pulled my arms so tightly above my head that I wiggled up the bed.
"Nuh-uh," he admonished me. Walking to the foot of the bed he grabbed my legs and pulled me sharply. The muscles in my arms stretched uncomfortably. "Since it's your first time, I'll tie just one leg." He looked questioningly at me. "Remember 'armadillo'. I am going to be careful, so, hopefully, you won't have to use the safe word, but just in case it's too much. Ok?" Unable to look at him, I shook my head. He pulled another leather strap from under the blanket. One end was already attached to the bedpost. The other, he lashed to my ankle.
I heard him trip over my shoes and then kick them away. I turned my head and could barely see him; my arm blocked my view. When he got onto the bed, it didn't move at all - where did he get such a firm mattress?
"You're ok?" He looked at me with such tenderness. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but with him, I felt safe.
"Yeah, fine. 'Armadillo', right?" He smiled at me and kissed my cheek. Except that I couldn't move or embrace him, this seemed normal.
As he kissed my lips, he murmured, "I have been waiting so long for you to be ready. I would wait forever for you, you know." I knew. He waited over a year before I first stayed overnight with him. I
should
know everything about him. "Ready?" I didn't know what exactly to expect. So although I said I was ready, I'm not sure if I actually was.
He pulled away from me and his face grew hard. He straddled my shoulders and unzipped his pants. Fiercely grabbing my head, he shoved his barely erect penis in my mouth. Because of the strange angle, I couldn't suck him as hard as I usually did. Using my tongue, I kneaded his penis against my palette. He moaned, "That's right" several times before pushing me away. My head bounced against the pillow.
Reaching into his bedside drawer, he pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes. Forcing myself to relax, I reminded myself that we discussed this. I heard movement. I felt something sharp scrape my neck. My nervousness melted away as I realized that whatever he was doing felt good. I heard him swear before he pulled my shirt over my head and left it in a wad over my bound hands. "I was so worried, I forgot to undress you. You're wearing the teddy I like..." His hands reached under my lingerie and moved it under my armpits. Using some sort of steel fingernails, he raked the sides of my body. My skin formed little, stinging welts. He traced the fold of my breasts. My nipples hardened too much and pained me.
I felt him get off me and rummage through something in the room. "Just the thing," he announced. I felt him wrap something similar to the leather binding my limbs around my breast. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then he pulled it tight. It squeezed my right breast painfully and then he bound my left one similarly. A cold buckle shocked the skin between my two breasts. Normally, my large bosom hides beneath my armpits when I lie down. These straps he used caused them to stand up. I suppose it is the leather version of a Cross-my-heart.
