Disclaimer: this story isn't about extreme BDSM. This is about a first experimentation. I don't want anyone to be disappointed!
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At 9:30am on a Wednesday I sent a text.
"I have something new to play with" with a picture of my wrist held in a leather restraint, bound to the side of my bed with a silver chain.
90 seconds.
"I'll be over in an hour", was the reply.
I smiled, stretched and went to the closet knowing exactly what I was looking for. A black lace corset, that tied in the back with satin ribbon, just sheer enough without giving everything away, and matching Brazilian cut knickers. I knew how much he loved a corset.
As I stood under the shower I thought of how this might go. So now he'd seen the restraints, but he had no idea about the suede flogger, the crop, the small arsenal of implements I'd acquired to torture him with. I was confident enough that he'd go for whatever I threw at him; the previous month I'd handcuffed him to his bed, sat on his face until I was satisfied and then made him beg to cum while I slowly licked his cock like a delicious, melting ice cream. He'd be into this. The memory of that night made my nipples hard as the water coursed down over them, and my hand strayed low across my belly before I caught myself. No. That would have to wait. I could exercise some discipline over myself too.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off, looking forward to having a reason to put on lingerie. I had a passion for it. I loved how I looked in it, how it made me feel. But every time I had a reason to wear it for anyone but myself gave me a bigger thrill and I knew that his reaction would be exactly what I wanted. Just as I was dressed my phone beeped.
"I'm outside"
I threw on a long black dress over my lingerie and ran down to open the door. There he was. His slightly dishevelled, gorgeous self. It was all I could do not to grab him the second I saw him. But I managed some restraint, and we went up to my attic apartment. After I locked the door we stood in the hallway looking at each other for a long moment before I reached around to put my hands in the back pockets of his jeans, pulled him against me and kissed him, deep and hard.
"Come with me." I said, opening the door to my bedroom, grabbing his hand and almost dragging him inside.
I pulled my dress up over my head and dropped it to the floor. He looked at me, head to toe, before stepping forward and running his hands from my shoulders, over my breasts, my waist and round to my ass before pulling me against him, kissing me. I let him, for a few seconds, before stepping back.
"That's the last time you get to just touch me like that. You touch me when I tell you to. I'm the boss now."
He looked surprised, but enthusiastic, and replied "Whatever you say."
I stepped closer to him again and whispered in his ear. "This." I pulled at the front of his t-shirt. "Off. Now."
He did exactly as he was told.
I moved around so that I was standing behind him. Undoing the top button of his jeans, I kissed the back of his neck reaching around under his arm to stroke a sensitive spot on his belly that always drove him crazy. He caught his breath and leaned his head back against mine as a ran my nails over the soft skin on his abdomen. I could feel his heart beating faster through his bare back.
"Get naked" I whispered, stepping back away from him. I can't recall a time before or since that I have ever seen a man undress so fast. I kissed him, slapped him hard on the backside and pushed him onto the bed.
There was something about him that did something completely primal to me. I had no name to give it. Lust seemed too small a word, and surely lust is more fleeting. All he needed to do was walk into a room and I could feel it - a burning, unreasonable desire like I'd never felt for anyone else. Not in so physical and urgent a way. I wanted him as much at 35 as I had when he was 24. We had been friends for over 10 years, but were still relentless flirts whenever we were in each other's company. The sparks flew between us every time. It was fun, passionate, crazy and liberating, because while we were furiously, physically drawn to each other like new lovers we were also so comfortable there were no inhibitions.
I secured the restraint around his left ankle first, then his right, trailing my fingers up the inside of his thigh as I moved up his body. I kissed him from his armpit along his bicep as I closed the leather cuff around first his left then his right wrist. He looked up at me and raised his eyebrow. Every time he did that it made me instantly wet. It always had - mostly because I knew what it meant. That was his 'it is so on' expression. But today I had to play the part, so I sat bolt upright over him and shook my head. His eyes widened momentarily, then he lowered his gaze like a good sub and I smiled. Still straddling him, I leaned back down and started to kiss him from his collarbone, up his neck, over his jaw then briefly, gently, on his lips before securing a blindfold over his eyes.
"Move your hand." I said, wanting to check how much of a range of motion he had. Not a lot, it turned out. He could move, but he couldn't reach either himself or me. Perfect.
He smiled again as I got up from the bed. I couldn't even guess at how he was feeling at this point. Whether he was at all anxious or just excited. The mystery heightened my anticipation.
He still hadn't seen any of the things I had waiting. They had been hidden safely out of view until now. I reached under the bed and retrieved them, noticing the way he turned his head to the left at the sound. Heightened senses already - that had to be a good thing. I stood for a long moment, just looking at him. He looked unbelievably hot. The level of trust he was placing in me was as much of a turn on as the fact I had a gorgeous, naked, compliant man tied to my bed. I hit play on my iPod and the opening bars of the Stateless track 'Bloodstream' filled the space around us. I had created the perfect playlist for just this occasion.
Kneeling back on the bed, I blew softly on the inside of his thigh. He instantly flinched, clearly hyper aware of anything that touched him. I tried not to move too quickly so that he didn't know where I was going next. Wanting to start out slowly I kissed him from the base of his throat, down his chest, flicking my tongue into his belly button which made him squirm underneath me. I blew softly on the wet head of his cock and gave one lick to the droplet that had appeared there. He squirmed again, and gasped quietly, but I decided that he wasn't getting any more of that. Not yet.
One of the things I had at my disposal was a bundle of the softest black feathers, tied to a polished black handle about 5 inches long. I kissed his hip to throw him off before running the feathers up the inside of his left thigh, gently up the underside of his cock then over his belly, again enjoying seeing him twist against his restraints.
Time to counter the gentle with something with a little more bite, I thought to myself. I picked up the crop and stroked its soft leather surface from his wrist to his armpit before snapping it against his side. He flinched, but the gentle moan that came with it expressed that it was definitely pleasurable. I did it again, a little harder this time, and on his nipple. His reaction was much stronger this time, and he pulled against his wrist restraints as I licked him just where it had hit.
