It had been a long time coming, this moment as she stood still in the room. Tense and a little uncomfortable in her own nudity. Her body was not skinny, nor was she fit. No, she was your average woman, thick thighed, belly rolls, only a moderate c cup on her chest. She wasn't fully comfortable with herself either. Her arms were crossed trying to stay in position, to not turn and face the door to the room while she waited for him to enter. Her hair was braided and pinned up to keep it out of the way. Dyed dark red and lush in its length, bound just like she was soon to be.
Discussions had been long and hard, lasting months as she worked her way out of a bad situation. She knew what was expected of her. What was to come when he finally entered the room. She was to wait as patiently as she could and face away from the door. She listened hard trying to tell when he had entered. Her mind racing. Was this the right thing, was she really wanted?
Gods she feared the worst that he would leave her like she was for the night. Alone in her new room. Alone and without, needing still with no satisfaction. Damn her mind, damn the voices, and tried to shut them up without speaking. She needed to be able to focus, she needed to try and hear that damnable door open. Yet she didn't.
"Arms down." Came his voice, calm cool and collected.
She jumped, her arms dropping immediately. Damn it, she hadn't heard the door open. Sighing she worked hard not to fidget. Waiting for his next direction. What she didn't see was his admiring her from behind, enjoying the view of her back side. That ample ass she has and how well he wondered, how well it would take his mark. The ink she had on her skin that usually stayed covered. Yes, she was lovely to him.
She tilted from foot to foot as she waited yearning to face him. To see what she thought would be a mistake on his face. That he would reject her now that he had seen her bare to the world. The voices in her head would not let up as her anxiety ratcheted up. Gods she was nervous. She knew what would come. She knew he had rope in his hand. Her rope, pretty rainbow rope. Just enough to do a simple tie. Just enough to bind her arms behind her back.
Breathe she told herself internally, it'll be alright. He wanted her. She wanted him. Gods have mercy on her, she was already wet. She could feel the slickness between her legs, the excitement building. She wanted this, this pleasure, his hands on her skin. Taking a deeper breath she waited.
He watched her through everything, every adjustment she made, her breathing faultered and steady out. He could tell she was nervous and just waited for her to calm down. There was no need to rush they had all night.
"Arms back." He spoke calmly.
She shifted for him, rolling her shoulders, and moving her hands behind her back and clasping them. Showing her range of motion. It needed work. A lot about her needed work but tonight was a night for pleasure. His pleasure and if she was lucky hers too. She wanted this, needed to give up control to him. Her heart screamed for someone to be dominant when it came to sex, it was the only way she knew how to find release. Was to give over all control to submit.
Sure, she knew how to get off on her own. That was not the problem. The problem for her was that if she was in control and being the dominant one, she wouldn't come. Too much mind, too much control was needed from her. She didn't know how to relax as the dominant mind to find release. So she needed to have someone she could trust to let go with, to fly high on that cloud nine and just be.
He was willing to give her just that. As he slowly bound her arms in rope. An easy looping tie, taking the use of two thirty-foot pieces of rope. Her arms were secured now. She would not be able to move them or touch him. Tonight was his pleasure, his need, his learning of her. Oh, he knew she would find release, she was already submitting well.
