Innocence Pt 01

I gaze at the girl sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop. There is a pause in our conversation, and she is looking down at her latte. She reached out several days ago on the website where my husband and I have a presence as doms experienced in introducing girls to the world of bondage. Usually all arrangements are made through the site, and a location is selected for a consensual session. But this girl wanted to meet first, and just with me, not my husband. So here we are, sipping our coffees, making small talk and dancing around the reason we are here.

"So," I finally ask, "what did you want to talk about?"

She has a pretty face, not beautiful, but...there is an innocence there. Her hazel eyes are large, and her dark brown hair cascades down almost to her breasts. She is wearing a sleeveless top, shorts and open-toed sandals. She is small, almost slight, perhaps in her mid-twenties. She twists her hair in her fingers and looks away, averting my gaze.

"I have these fantasies," she says softly, looking out the window.

"We all have fantasies," I respond. I turn my head toward the other patrons in the coffee shop. "Everyone in here has fantasies."

"I know, but..." she finally looks at me, "I fantasize about being tied up." Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

I give her a small smile. "That's pretty common too."

She doesn't respond, looking out the window again.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. We broke up about a month ago."

"Can I ask why?"

She looks back at me. "We cared for each other, but we weren't very compatible in bed."

"You wanted more. He wasn't giving you what you needed."

She nods. "I've had a number of lovers, but something was always missing." Now she looks directly into my eyes. "Whenever I...touch myself, I always fantasize about being..." Her voice trails off.

"Bound? Helpless?"

She nods again, this time blushing slightly. "Yes."

I look into her eyes. I see longing there, a pent-up desire. But she is afraid, unwilling to accept that her needs are legitimate. I give her a broad smile, then take another sip of my coffee.

"Well, it's all about trust. Perhaps you should tell your next boyfriend what it is you really want."

She looks at me, and now I see something else in her face.

"I trust you," she says. "I want you to tie me up."

My eyes widen. "Now?"

"Yes." Her voice is hoarse. "Before I change my mind. I only live a few blocks from here."

I look into her eyes again. They are bright, shining with an unmet need. I give her a moment to reconsider, but she holds my gaze.

"Okay," I say, gathering my things. "Let's go."

We walk out of the coffee shop into the bright midday sun. The air is warm, a breeze wafting through the leaves of the nearby trees. I glance toward my car in the parking lot.

"We can walk," the girl says. "It will be easier than trying to park near my house."

I smile and nod. We leave the commercial district and quickly find ourselves on a leafy residential street. The houses are modest, closely spaced, with tidy front yards. We walk a couple blocks and turn the corner.

"This is my building," she says, gesturing toward a two-story townhouse set back from the street. We climb some steps up to the front porch, where the girl digs in her bag for her key. She unlocks the front door, and I follow her inside.

The small foyer opens to a spacious, light-filled living area. Everything is neat and clean. A sofa sits along one wall, and several comfortable chairs float in the room. Beyond is a round dining table, and past that a kitchen at the far end. Colorful prints hang on the wall, and flowers and plants are scattered throughout.

The girl has disappeared for a moment, so I move into the room and perch on the edge of the sofa, placing my bag on the floor. This morning I thought we would probably just have an initial meeting at the coffee shop, but I had tucked several vibrators and a dildo into the bag just in case. Now I mentally pat myself on the back for my foresight. Then the girl reappears and stands across the room.

"This is very nice. Do you live here alone?"

"No, I have a roommate. But she's on a cruise with her family and won't be back until next week."

"I see."

She looks at me now. "I'm nervous."

I can see the anxiety on her face. I nod and give her a small smile.

"Why don't you decide on a safe word? Perhaps that will help."

She thinks for a moment, then grins sheepishly. "Boyfriend."

I laugh. "Perfect."

We gaze at each other across the room. She is still standing, and I search for words to put her at ease.

"I won't hurt you. If you want me to stop at any time, just use your safe word." I pause. "I will be gentle, but I am here to dominate you, and your safe word is the only thing that will make me stop." I look into her eyes. "You will do everything I say. Do you understand?"

I think I see a flash of fear pass across her face, but then it is gone. She takes a deep breath and nods.

"Take off your top."

The girl hesitates for a moment, then quickly pulls her top over her head. She seems to want to cover herself, but she keeps her hands at her sides and stares at me. I gesture to the floor at my feet.

"Come stand here."

She walks across the room and stands in front of me. Her breasts are small and pointy, with puffy aureoles and prominent nipples. I look up at her.

"Cross your arms on top of your head."

When she does, I reach out and trace a slow circle around one breast, then the other. A small shiver ripples through her body. When I touch her nipple, she emits a small gasp.

"They're very sensitive," she says softly.

"I can see that," I smile, then gaze up at her. "Close your eyes."

I continue to fondle her breasts, touching her as lightly as I can. Then I move my hands down her ribs to her hips, then across her stomach. Her abdomen isn't perfectly flat, and I caress the slight bulge around her belly button. I glance up at her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly parted. I think I detect a change in her breathing. My fingers continue to move over her smooth skin until she ever so slightly pushes her hips forward.

"I think you like this," I say softly.

She nods, keeping her eyes closed. When I slide my hands up under her shorts, her lips part again. I watch her for a moment, then hook my thumbs around the waistband, slowly pulling them down over her hips until they drop to the floor around her feet. She steps out of them without me asking. Her pink panties cover her mound, and I think I see moisture there. I smile to myself, then stroke her thighs, first with my fingertips, then with the palms of my hands. Her pale skin is flawless, unblemished, without moles or tattoes. I keep touching her legs until a small sigh escapes her lips, and I know she is ready.

"Take me to your bedroom."

She opens her eyes and looks at me, then turns and heads down the hall. I follow the pink panties covering her shapely ass. Her bedroom is at the end of the hall, filled with light. The four-poster bed sits against the far wall, and I quickly notice the ropes already affixed to each post. Now I know where she went while I waited in the front room. She has a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"I thought I'd..." she pauses, searching for the right words, "...make it easy for you."

I'm pretty sure she is blushing again. I smile at her innocence, then drop my bag beside the bed. I walk over to her and take her face between my hands.

"This is going to be fun," I say, then I kiss her hard on the lips. She kisses me back, her hands around my neck. Our tongues explore each other, tentatively at first, then eagerly. My hands are all over her naked body, down her back, her breasts, across her hips and thighs, everywhere except inside her panties. I am cupping her ass when I finally break the kiss and stare at her.

"Get up on the bed and spread your arms and legs." My voice is husky as I think about what I want to do to her.

She scrambles up on the bed and lies on her back, her arms and legs outstretched. She stares at me, her eyes open wide.

"I'm scared."

I return her gaze. "I know. The fear is what makes being bound erotic and exciting. Just close your eyes and breathe."

I watch her try and control her nerves, then I walk around the bed and slip her wrists through the loops in the ropes. She lets out a small gasp and pulls on the restraints, testing. It is always fun to watch a girl bound for the first time, the expression on her face, and this girl is no exception. I look down at her, but she is staring at the ceiling and doesn't see me. She is still wearing the pink panties, so I leave her legs untied. I take a moment to admire her nearly naked body.

Then I walk to my bag and rummage through the toys there. I find the small bottle of oil and the brush, then sit on the bed beside her. Her gaze fixes on the fine-tipped brush in my hand.

"Do you know what this is for?"

"I think so." She looks at me quickly, then back at the brush.

The first time I was tied up, the woman who dominated me teased my breasts and nipples with a similar brush, and I will never forget the exquisite sensations I felt. Now I open the bottle and dip the brush in the oil, looking down at the girl on the bed. I begin to paint her breast, tracing slow circles around her puckered aureole. Her nipple stands up proudly, but I take my time, teasing her, remembering what she said about how sensitive they are. When I touch the tip of her nipple with the point of the brush, she gasps and moans, pulling on the restraints. I watch her nipple harden as I cover it with the oil. Then I move to the other breast, repeating the tease, as the girl continues to struggle underneath me, an almost orgasmic look on her face. I wonder idly if I can make her cum just by touching her nipples, then I smile down at her.

"Wow. If your nipples are this sensitive..."

My voice trails off, and I see the look of realization on her face. I put the bottle and brush on the side table, then my hand moves down to her panties and the wet spot there. I finger it for a moment, then I take both hands and slowly pull them down over her legs. She is shaved clean except for a small patch of hair above her pussy. She instinctively closes her legs to cover herself, but it's apparent that she is already very wet. I reach for the brush and bottle and settle myself next to her. She shakes her head back and forth and moans, knowing what I am about to do.

"Spread your legs," I growl.

She opens herself to me, her eyes squeezed tight. I dip the brush in the bottle and lightly touch the tip to her pussy lips. When she tries to move away, I tell her to keep her hips still, then I proceed to paint her pussy with slow, steady strokes. She groans, fighting to stay still. Her eyes are open now, watching the brush move back and forth on her wetness. Her breathing is rapid and shallow. When I put it in her slit, near her opening, she tugs against the restraints, her muscles taut. I pause, a mischievous grin on my face, as I bend down to inspect her clit peeking out from under its hood.

"Let's see what we have here," I say, then watch her face intently.

"No, no, please..." Her voice is no more than a whisper.

I dip the brush in the bottle again, then touch the tip to her glistening pink bud. She jerks and groans, and I warn her again to stay still. I move the brush around her hood, painting it with the oil, and a long, loud moan escapes her lips. She holds her breath, her eyes squeezed closed again, fighting the pleasure surging through her body. She is close, and I'm sure I can make her cum with just the brush. I decide against it, but I keep her on the edge with the tip rhythmically caressing her needy bud. She struggles and writhes, unable to escape the teasing brush.

"Is this gentle enough?" I ask with just a touch of sarcasm. She moans in response.

Then I put the bottle and the brush on the table again. I am still wearing the sundress I wore to the coffee shop, and I decide not to take it off. I kneel between the girl's legs, my dress riding high up my thighs, and I bend over and put my face near her pussy. She raises her head and looks down at me, eyes wide with need, and I hook my arms under her knees and bend them back, spreading her wide. She groans again, and I make her wait. I don't know if she has ever been eaten out by a woman before, but her body is quivering under mine, more than ready.

I keep her waiting, prolonging the torment, then I kiss her pussy lips. I run my tongue up and down her wet slit, tasting her, and she pushes her hips up to meet me. When I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit, she jerks, a cry escaping her lips. I circle it with my tongue, and now she is wanton with lust, her body writhing under me, and I keep my tongue on her until she screams out her pleasure, shaking and thrashing in her bonds, her body experiencing the first tied orgasm of her life. I keep my mouth on her as she continues to cum, then I raise up and watch the expression on her face. It takes a long time for her body to still and her breathing to return to normal, but finally she opens her eyes and looks at me.

"Oh god, oh god, that was...oh god."

I return her gaze, a demure smile on my face. I feel my own arousal, suddenly aware of the wetness between my legs. But this is about her pleasure, not mine. I climb down off the bed and stare at the naked girl with her arms tied above her.

"Spread your legs."

"No," she says, suddenly aware that I'm not done with her.

"Yes. Do it now."

She whimpers, then moves her legs apart. I go to the foot of the bed and tie first one ankle, then the other. I hadn't noticed that her toenails are painted pink until now, and I smile. I gaze down at her, spread eagled naked on her own bed.

"This is what you wanted," I say. "Is it what you expected?"

She doesn't answer, but a soft moan escapes her lips as she pulls uselessly against the restraints. Her eyes follow me as I go to my bag and pull out the Hitachi. When she sees it she whimpers again, then squeezes her eyes shut, so she doesn't see the dildo I retrieve as well. I climb back on the bed between her spread legs and settle myself. She is still very wet, her pussy juices dribbling down the crack in her ass. I push two fingers into her opening, gently at first, then as deep as they will go. When she groans loudly, I take them out of her wet hole and put them in her mouth. I want her to taste her own arousal, and she does, licking and sucking my fingers while keeping her eyes locked on mine. I put my fingers back inside her, curling them up against her G-spot, and she moans and moves under me. Keeping my fingers inside her, I flick the vibrator on with my other hand. It's set to low, but the sound still fills the room. I hold it close to her slippery clit, and the girl holds her breath, her gaze riveted on the buzzing toy.

"Fuck," she whispers, "oh fuck, oh fuck."

I grin at her, then touch her with the wand. She gasps, straining at the ropes holding her down. She can't keep her hips still. I move the wand back and forth on her throbbing bud, and she arches against it, her mouth open, panting. I keep fucking her with my fingers as I increase the vibrations. Her legs are shaking now, and when I push my fingers and the vibrator toward each other it pushes her over the edge again, and she cries out, her body thrashing as another orgasm crashes through her. I watch as her head whips from side to side, her chest heaving, her mouth open in a frozen scream. I think perhaps she is enjoying this...

I wait until her orgasm begins to ebb, then I pull my fingers out of her and pick up the dildo. When her eyes open and meet mine, I plunge the dildo into her. I see the look of shock and surprise on her face as I start to fuck her hard and fast. Then I push the Hitachi against her clit, and she screams and cums hard again, her body convulsing, overwhelmed by a pleasure unlike any she has ever known. I keep the toys against her for a long moment while she continues to scream and thrash, then I reluctantly pull them away. I want her to remember this experience forever, but I don't want her to pass out.

The girl is slowly coming back to herself as I climb off the bed and put the toys in my bag. She watches me through half-closed eyes as I move around the bed, quickly untying her legs and one of her arms. Then she stares at me, her breath coming in short gulps.

"Oh. My. God."

I grin back at her as I sling my bag over my shoulder. I lean down, put my face near hers, and pinch her nipple.

"Next time I will bring my husband with me."