Lori is sitting on the bed as instructed. Panties and bra are off. She couldn't find a button down shirt so she opted for a kimono-wrap sweater. She couldn't find the blindfold so she sat there with her eyes closed, wanting to follow instructions but needing to improvise. Something about this whole scene felt a little dangerous.
Maybe it's the way he communicated through the online site only using the community messaging platform. Maybe it was because she didn't know his name or any identifying information about him. Maybe it's because he left the motel room key on his windshield so she could make her way to the room and let herself in and follow his instructions.
Even though so many things were missing, she definitely felt a connection to him anyway. He sent her beautiful messages and spoke to her in a way that resonated. In his first paragraph to Lori he said he liked her photos and felt compelled to read her profile and once he read her profile he was turned on by it. Nothing makes Lori more excited than someone admiring her ability to communicate with the written word. Pictures are an easy like, not too complicated, and you can blow through them pretty fast. Words, on the other hand, take time and patience. Lori appreciates that he took the time to understand her a bit before even talking to her.
His words were like little kisses that started on her forehead and made their way down her face, past her chin, over the contours of her breasts with just a little nibbling, down her belly and onto her naturally barely-hairy pussy. Her legs twitched open just a little as she continued to read his message.
Lori's words on rope got to him. He had to go back quite a few journal entries to find it. It's one of the first things she posted:
"When I say I want to be tied up...
I imagine having my legs spread open with full access to all my girl parts. I imagine my breasts bound and a hand reaching from behind to thumb a nipple. I imagine fingers spreading open my vulva and the silky folds of my labia being caressed. I imagine being incredibly wet and full of desire. I imagine being trusting and relinquishing control. And I imagine it to be both soft and hard, slow and fast, tender and rough and I imagine welcoming all of it."
He let Lori know that it was all that and more and he invited her to experience it with him. And Lori, wanting to try and learn and figure things out, enticed by his sweet words and the forbidden fruits he was offering said yes.
And now she's sitting on the bed, following instructions and waiting for him. She hears the door open and a male voice says, "Hello."
Lori is so nervous she is sitting on her hands. She is doing her best to stay cool under the circumstances but she's starting to sweat. She thinks he could tell. He says something about forgetting the blindfold. He brings it over and places it on her head. Next, she hears lots of various things moving around but soon he is standing in front of her. He caresses her arms and whispers words to calm her skittishness and help put her at ease. He keeps a hand on her left leg as he sits down and starts to talk.
"This is your first time. Rope is intense. Let's go over your hard limits and talk about safe words."
Lori understands red, yellow and green fairly easily. But beige, what is beige? He explains that beige indicates boring and that things should be mixed up a bit. Lori can't imagine saying beige. She hopes if she needs to she can say red. She is so new to all of this she isn't sure what limits she may have so she doesn't have any to share. Maybe if she does this again, she will have some.
After going over the rules (like no talking after the scene starts), the agenda, and some friendly chit chat, he turns on some music and starts taking off her clothes. He explains she is like a package that he gets to unwrap. Once the clothes are off, he encourages her to lie down on her tummy and he begins with a relaxing body massage. Just feeling his hands move up and down her body feels devine. When was the last time someone massaged her? She can't remember. She thinks it was probably before her first child was born so that was definitely more than 18 years ago. She is feeling pampered and relaxed. She is enjoying the beats to the music. It's sexy and liberating and instrumental with some mild chanting.
He's moving off her back down to her ass and onto her thighs and oh wow, down onto her pussy. Mmm, she wiggles a little to give him better access. He is massaging her vulva now and her clit. He climbs on top of her and she can feel his hard cock on her. He is rubbing it all over her vulva and up against her clit and then she feels something kind of cold and plasticky enter her and she lets out her first (of many) gasps as her pussy is penetrated. He plays with her. Fills her and then flips her over.
He secures her hands and arms so she is an open cross. Once her hands and arms are secure he starts playing with her breasts and nipples. Lori thinks this is it, something is going to happen that she has wanted for years and years and years. Lori thinks that maybe her breasts will be bound at the base. "Oh please oh please oh please,' she says in her mind, only to herself. The manipulation and playing continues and then she feels cold metal and her left nipple is pulled up and snap! On goes a clamp. With an intense pinch. Her nipple is on fire.
He starts telling her what a good girl she is. He pets and rubs her side and then moves over to the right breast. Hard pull up then snap! More tender words and caresses. He is impressed Lori is able to take them. Most wouldn't. He says so, anyway. Lori is still trying to contain the experience. She is searching for the pleasure and it comes but the stingy bits never go away.