Her small dinning table was set against the wall.
We sat at opposite sides chatting amiably over a glass of wine as we had done many times in the past. We had known each other for many years and enjoyed each others company, but our relationship never got beyond the friendly cuddle stage.
Since finishing college as a mature student she had found a new and very attractive confidence, able to question subjects that before she would have run a mile from, and now she was 'grilling' me about my predilection for dominance, which she had known about but had never shown the slightest interest in before.
'What possible pleasure can you get from tying or being tied up and having someone mess about with you'
My only defense at this moment was 'you have to have the courage to try it to see how it affects you'.
The conversation went along those lines for some time and as the evening wore on we moved to the settee and she put lit candles on the table and the mantle and we settled into an even more relaxed mood, the wine and dim lights working their mellow magic.
"Just take my word, it is one of those things you have to try", I had run out of justifications and knew I was resorting to 'because I say so'.
"No, I can't see any fun in it at all". Her words were ever so slightly slurred so I took all my courage in both hands and said "if you won't try it give it a go in your imagination". This seemed to give her food for thought. "What, you mean like masturbation?" "No" I replied "a little more imaginative than that".
With mounting excitement I explained what I had in mind.
"Close your eyes", she was lounging on the opposite end of the settee with her feet up between us. She gave me a long questioning look which I repaid with an 'I dare you' look.
She closed her eyes and lent her head back on the settee arm. "Ok, lets see what it's like"
In for a penny in for a pound, I started speaking in a tone I imagined a hypnotist might use.
"You are with someone you trust completely, you are warm, comfortable and relaxed". She purred and settled into the cushions on her back with her knees raised between us.
"Take yourself into your bedroom, you are laid on your bed naked, your wrists are fastened above you to the bed head and your legs to the bottom posts, wide apart: you have a blindfold over your eyes".
A gentle smile played around her lips, her body limp and relaxed.
"A movement at the bottom of the bed tells you where he is, a gentle touch against your ankle which starts slowly to wend its way up the inside of your open legs".
An almost imperceptible movement of her bottom pressing into the cushions told me she was along for the ride.
"It is starting to dawn on you that your really are unable to do anything and your tormentor really is in control. His warm palms stroke the inside of your thighs and you can just feel the touch of his finger against the hair surrounding your pussy".
I watched her face as closely as I could, as she slowly sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, her imagination joining the game. Her hands had found their way to the front of her hips where they rested lightly, ready, I thought, to move.
Some of the candles glowing round the room were scented and their aromas were melting into the mood and seemed to be making all my nerve ends tingle, I hoped it was the same for her.
I looked at her laid there and tried to keep myself under control, this was after all her fantasy.
