First Steps From Vanilla

Another boring day in the office. It has been seven and a half hours and finally, my coworkers are leaving. I still have an hour to go, but the office is mine. Wasting no time, I switch the tabs in my browser and open up the innocently sounding pages filled with hardcore BDSM.

Oh reddit, my dear friend - where would I be without you. Ever since the tumblr shutdown, I have had a hard time finding good content, but you never let me down. It takes mere minutes and I'm looking at beautiful women in tight latex, fucked by enormous cocks. I get hard really fast, but can't touch myself at all. The door behind me can open at any moment and while I can change the things on screen, my hands have to be on the desk.

So I watch, I dream and I get hornier by the minute. Finally, my time has come. I get to go home. Making sure I closed anything dangerous I get out. It's a long walk home, about thirty minutes, and I have time to cool off a bit, before meeting with my gorgeous girlfriend. Before leaving I send her a message, telling her I'm coming home. It's been what now, six months? Yes, about that. And two since we moved together. And it's all been amazing, especially the sex.

As I am walking though, I can't stop thinking about those pictures, those fantasies, and when I finally get home, I'm hornier than back when I was trying chastity cage for a few days. As I take my shoes off, she opens the door and I lose my breath.

She's standing there in her black heels, stockings and satin panties with a challenging look in her face. "I have been waiting for you," she says happily, and follows up with a cheesy "and it's been suuuuch a looong day," I cannot help but laugh a little, as does she, before she takes my hand and leads me to bed. I am stripped there still frozen by the situation. Her body rubbing against mine makes my knees weak and soon, we're lying in bed, fondling each other, turning ourselves on. With my right hand slowly teasing her clit and left stroking her nipples, I am out of words. Suddenly, she speaks up, out of the order of our game. "I wanted to try something," with that she pulls up a scarf, one that I used a few times to blindfold her.

"Oh, really? And what is that?" I ask curiously but in the same moment, she's already tying it around my head. "For this. Is it all right? Isn't it too tight?" I smile again, even though we're both horny, she still cares more about my comfort than anything else.

I have a hard time answering as my body is twitching from arousal, but I manage to mumble: "Yes, it's perfect."

As I said that, she pushed me on my back and took my hands above my hand. "Do you mind...?" the question wasn't finished, but I knew what she meant. "No, please- do it." I agree again, feeling her warm body sitting on mine, as she ties my hands together and to the bed.

My breath gets faster, my penis harder, beyond what I thought possible without a rope forcing it. I cannot help it, the arousal takes over. I can feel her right above me and I attempt to reach her by thrusting my hips up. touching her for a moment before going back down. But then, nothing. Turning my head doesn't help, but I still do it, hoping for anything, desperate for touch.

Suddenly I feel it, on my thing - her nails, coming up, lightly scratching. My cock bulges, begging for attention, while I desperately utter "Please," Finally, she reaches it, I can feel her grip coming - but it doesn't. Instead, she just glazes it, barely touching it at all. My moans get out and at that moment, I lose control over them and my body. I don't beg, I just moan, while frantically moving my body, hoping for relief that doesn't come.

After I calm a bit and lie back down, I feel her again, this time on my chest. She goes from nipple to nipple, flinching them roughly as I squirm under her. "Don't go anywhere now," is what I hear whispered into my ear suddenly and her body lifts off of me. It's the longest what, minute, maybe not even, of my life, before she returns. "Can I use the pins, like we talked about?"

My answer is once again an undoubtable yes, followed by furious nodding. Her touch, pulling up my nipple for a moment, before the cold plastic squeezes it, makes me lose myself again. I thrust, I beg, but in vain. Her touch doesn't come, not until I calm down and lie again, patiently waiting.

We play like this for well over an hour, before she unties me and removes my blindfold. As I sit up and look at her, I see the uncertain smile in her face and can't hold myself as I hug her tightly. She does the same and we spend the next few minutes almost motionless, lovingly stroking each others backs. It's a bit awkward, but we get to talking about it - none of us did anything like this before, with clear power dynamic where one is the submissive. It's always been very balanced, but this... this is something else. And we both loved it.

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This is the first part of an ongoing story I plan to post. It is somewhat based on reality but changed to fit better into the way I plan to tell it. There is more coming and I hope you will enjoy it. If you have any questions or suggestions - towards my writing or anything else - please, send them to me.