We were sitting on the edge of her bed, fingers laced, both staring out into the night sky over the city. It was awkward at first, sitting with her on her bed, but awkward silence quickly turned into lustful energy as soon as I heard her tender voice. What had started as a semi-casual conversation about sex had turned into a heated exploration of kinky desires...things wouldn't dare share with anyone else. But I trust her. That's why I told her my fantasies. That's why we agreed to do this. Immersed in sexual tension, we turn gently towards one another.
"How do you feel?"
Oh, that question. Its torture to expose myself this way, yet the heat of my arousal doesn't fade.
"I feel... shy," I mumble, voice falling soft.
"Yes, my shy boy" she replies sweetly.
She called me 'boy'. My face flushes. No one's ever talked to me this way before. I laugh nervously.
"Maybe 'boy' is inappropriate," I joke.
She ignores it. She's not joking now.
"My shy boy," She repeats with a suggestive laugh, "everything I want to do to you is inappropriate".
Her shameless desire catches me off guard and I'm lost for words. She folds up onto her knees. Now she's just a bit taller...looking down at me, I breathe in this feeling of smallness, the beginning of my submission to her. It's like a dream. I gaze up into her beautiful bright eyes, alight with passion and energy. She wants me. I feel the soft caress of her hand on my cheek as she lights up with a coy smile.
Slowly, she bends down to my ear. I can feel her breath there, teasing me.
"I want to take you on a new adventure, tonight. I want to bind your hands and feel you surrender yourself to me. I want take full advantage of your body. Is that alright with you, love?" She finishes her question with a hot breath and a playful flick of her tongue over my ear that sends shivers down my neck.
My heart is racing, my breaths in anxious pants as embarrassment sweeps over me. I don't know quite what to do or say. I want to make another joke, be cheeky, banter with her...but I also want to succumb to her, adore her, show her how badly I desire her power over me.
She takes my face between both of her soft hands.
"Talk to me, my lovely shy boy" She urges, locking her stare into mine, "How else do you feel?"
"I feel...well...excited, but also nervous. Um...a bit aroused if I'm honest."
"Good, that's normal" She taps her palm against my check gently and plants a kiss on my forehead. "...and, you know, I like it when you're honest with me."
Suddenly she's up, standing by the bed, still starting down on me with that cute, devious smirk, hands on her hips. I stare up with inquisitive eyes, what should I do now?
"Let's start then?" She interjects, as if she can read my uncertainty. "If you want to play with me, I expect you to be as clean as possible"
I shudder at the word 'expect'. I hope I can live up to her expectations tonight.
"You'll go take a shower and come back here in just these," She continues, tossing a pair of black boxer briefs from her drawer, "don't worry they're new."
I nod, and take the soft new underwear into the bathroom. They faintly smell like her from living amongst her panties. How long had she saved this gift for me?
I shower, well, intent not to fail my first task as her submissive. After my shower, I towel dry and dress as I'd been instructed. Adjusting my hair in the mirror, I realize just how naked I feel, even not being totally unclothed. I'm really going to do this. It'll feel like regular sex, right? Not too different. What if it's different though, or better even? I've got to stop overthinking this.
With a deep breath, I re-enter her bedroom and find her sitting on the bed again, but in a new outfit. A tight black and purple dress hugs her hips and displays her full breasts. Her long legs are bare and crossed. They end with slick black pumps. Her long hair is pulled up in a high pony tail. She's still smirking.
I'm taken aback by her, and feel heat rushing to my cock just from staring. God, we haven't even touched yet.
"Sit with me, darling," she beckons, patting her white comforter. She seems like such a pure girl. And now...well...
I obey silently.
She traces my lips with her finger, "And you say...yes, Miss."
"Yes, Miss"
"There we go," she coos.
Beside her is a pile of braided cotton ropes. She unravels one and looks into my eyes.
"Give me your wrists please, palms up."
I almost forget to respond, she's got me breathless. "Yes, Miss."
As she expertly coils her soft rope around my wrists, She asks if I remember our safeword.
"It's red, Miss."
"Good, and if you say it again, what happens?"
"We...we stop."
"Yes, I will stop, untie you, and we'll talk about it without any judgment or shame."
She finishes with a knot and lifts my wrists to admire her handiwork. For a moment, we both admire the aesthetics of my tanned skin bound by her white rope.
"You've never been tied up before," she observes, "how does it feel?"
I search for the right way to describe it but can't find the words.
"It feels good, Miss."
But it doesn't just feel good. It feels hot, exhilarating, and terrifying... like securing the harness on a rollercoaster.
She smiles, pleased by my answer and proceeds to pull my hands above my head and secure them to her headboard.
I struggle a bit to test the ropes, and feel a steady resistance. This is really it. I'm nearly naked, tied up before her, helpless. She stands to admire her work.
"Look at you there, squirming and bound for me." She laughs, playful and taunting. "Now, I can do anything I want to you and you can't do a thing about it."
I feel my breath hitch at her words. Anything she wants. She climbs back onto the bed, straddles my hips, and begins rocking slowly against my growing cock. I let out a slight moan as I close my eyes and feel her warmth against me.
I feel her fingertips lightly press against my closed eyelids as she whispers, "good idea."
My pleasure abruptly stops and I jerk towards her as she stands up again.
"Silly," she teases, "you're stuck there."
She returns with a black blindfold, "lift your head."
She secures it in one swift, skilled motion and my world is dark.
"Brilliant, isn't it?" She enthuses, "total darkness. Just relax now, just feel."
She's right, my world is dark, and it's as if I can suddenly feel my entire body more intensely. The air is heavier; my hair is on end, my senses primed. I urge my muscles to relax as she said, and take a few deep breaths, anticipating where I'll feel her touch next.
It's my chin. Two soft fingertips urge it upward and hot breath floats over my exposed neck. She breathes warm kisses down my throat, one by one. Around the side of my neck, they become deeper, harder. The hot pressure of her as she continues up my neck begins to overtake me and I sign audibly. She giggles, as her lips approach my ear. She traces her fingertips through my hair as she whispers and sighs into my ear. Tingles of pleasure shoot though my body.
"Don't...kiss...me..." She moans between lusty pants.
Confused, I nod, "Yes, Miss"
She brushes her fingers down my cheek, and follows them with a trail of quick, sweet kisses, leading to the corner of my lips. I pucker them, expecting her to kiss me.
"What did I say?"
I relax my lips, "Don't kiss you, Miss"
She repeats her kisses down the other side of my face, to my lips, but I remember to keep them still.
"What a good listener you are"
Her kisses begin to linger across my forehead, eyebrows, down my nose, chin, across my jawbone. Each kiss seems heavier than the last as I struggle not to move kiss her back. A frustrated moan escapes me.
Suddenly, I feel her peck a kiss onto my starved lips and I sigh again.
"Kiss me back, now" she commands.
She sinks her lips into mine, and we finally kiss. I forgo my technique, hungry for her, and she matches my enthusiasm with a fervent passion. She weaves her hands through the back my hair and lifts my head towards her as our tongues meet but I'm reminded of my limitations as I jerk to touch her back. I'm hers completely. Just feel, she said, so I do.
Our kiss comes to an end; she pulls away, and straddles my hips again. Now, my cock is rock hard as she rocks her hips against me, pleasuring herself. I wriggle beneath her, longing to be touched, to get off.
"Patience, dear" she purrs, "you'll have to earn it"
She unhooks my blindfold and slides it off my face. My eyes wince at the sudden light, but when I regain my sight, I see her standing above me, smiling again. She lovingly removes my bound wrists from the headboard, and ties the rope from them to the foot of the bed, securing my hands together at my pelvis, my fingertips just barely able to graze my cock, trapped within the fabric.
She pulls her leg over my head, exposing herself to me. I take in the scene of her bare vagina displayed for me, eager lips moistened, clit swollen. I begin to instinctively graze my fingers over the portion of myself that I am allowed to reach.
"Touch yourself if you want, but you best pay attention to me."
I nod, blushing that she caught me touching myself. Surely she knew, she tied my hands there after all.
She runs her finger through her lips, gathering up her juices and shows me the glistening result before sliding her finger into her own mouth, moaning in delight. Its torture to watch her, all I want it to touch her, taste her, touch my aching cock.
But I can't touch her. I can't do anything but watch her fingers grace through her lips, wet and glistening. Will she let me taste her? I lick my lips in anticipation. She notices.
