As she drove out of the driveway filled with a mix of anxiety, anticipation, excitement and HORNINESS she also wondered what was she getting herself into. On the one hand she should've been concerned or at least a little worried, but on the other, her curious, almost childish nature lead her to the wildest situations and experiences, like today driving to meet yet another Dom who had answered her advert in Paddles. It was kind of strange to be meeting a guy she hadn't spoken to, hadn't met, yet she felt compelled to follow his instructions included in his long letter of introduction. So here she was driving to his place, during his lunch hour. As she approached his building, she looked out for the open garage door where she was to park and prepare .
Having found the vacant garage, she drove up, parked and got out. Looking around, she had a feeling someone was watching her, but she couldn't see anyone, so she continued to walk up to the two wardrobes he had described, found the blindfold and what she assumed were nipple clamps. She continued to follow his instructions, which were etched in her mind forever. Until she stood between the two free standing wardrobes, naked, blindfolded and with her nipples clamped. Hearing the traffic in the distance made her feel a little uncomfortable, anyone could walk in at any time and find her there, naked, vulnerable and wanting ... Before long, he did.
Leading her by her clamped nipples, up a carpeted staircase, 'til he stopped and shoved her to the floor, grabbed her by the wrists and forced them behind her back, enabling him to bind them with some kind of soft material. So there she was, blindfolded, nipples clamped, wrists bound behind her back, he pushed her head to the floor. Naturally her arse tilted upward and before she had any chance to second-guess him, she felt an almighty whack on her arse and then another and then another, each a little louder and harder than the last... Then quiet, she looks to her right, left, but dared not look up 'til he advised her that she could relax - 'for now'.
With the blind fold removed she sat up, almost sitting on her hands, not knowing who or what to expect. And he's standing in front of her, a smallish framed man, gray haired, drinking from the largest brandy balloon she had ever seen, looking down at her. No words were exchanged. He beckons her to the leather lounge, patting it invitingly with the paddle he had evidently been using on her arse. She crawls, rather awkwardly to the lounge as he watches she assumes her vulnerable helpless state amuses him, may even arouse him. Once at the lounge she looks up at him, wondering how she is meant to get up to sit on it, under the circumstances, having her wrists bound 'n' all. By this stage her nipples were incredibly tender and she would've given anything to have the clamps removed, she could've asked for them to be removed, couldn't she? Yes? No? Did she KNOW what she wanted? Yes? No? She was in such a state, and as her mind calculated her options, her back felt the sting of another whack.
