Yesterday, I finally submitted to the man of my dreams. We'd known each other for years, we worked at the same place, but didn't really have any shared work, so I never saw him. However, we texted occasionally. Sometimes those text chats got deep.
He knew I thought he was cute. He, however, was a flirty character, so I kept my heart guarded no matter how deep the conversation got. To understand how I ended up tied to his bed this morning, let me explain what led me here.
One Saturday night, out of nowhere, the flirty text chat got dirtier than usual. He started talking about fetishes and me doing a quiz. I think I'd tried to flirt and given away my submissive sexual nature. I was embarrassed and unsure of where this was going, but at the same time, so hot for him, I couldn't bring myself to stop it.
He gently pushed for the quiz results, so despite being embarrassed, I decided to show him. The scores came out 98% submissive. What was more shocking, though, was the third-highest score was exhibitionism. Much to my surprise, he talked about how much he liked those scores.
From there, well, it just got dirtier and dirtier. Until I was orgasming and writing dirty texts about what I wished he was here doing. I'd never sent or written anything like it. The thing with him, though, is I'd never been able to say no to him. All I'd ever known was my body and soul craved his attention in a way it had never done with anyone before.
It'll come as no surprise that we both felt around going hot and cold for a little after that. We both enjoyed chatting with each other, whether it was a general or dirty conversation. As things progressed, it became more stable, moving to the first phone and then dirty video chat.
Dirty talk on the phone was initially scary, as typing the words had been terrifying enough; saying them was difficult too. However, his voice was soothing and encouraged me to go further each time.
Video calling was a whole different ball game. Here he wanted me to show him my exploring; he watched me play with my toys. The first time, he watched me play with a bullet, that orgasm, for him, while he watched and while we were talking about what we wanted to do was the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd had to that date.
By the time covid stuff was safe enough to meet, I was very hopeful that's what he'd ask for. So when he messaged I should spend the weekend at his, as he lived right by the coast and it would be more fun, I accepted without hesitation. He was unequivocal; there was no pressure, but he wanted to see where this would go.
And that takes us here. Yesterday we met up, and we had fucked a lot, both inside submission and some late-night beach fun. Having gone to sleep in the early hours of the morning after such active fun, we didn't wake up until mid-morning. I went to go freshen up. I changed out of my strappy top and shorts combo and back into my matching lingerie set. It was a red push up bra with matching short style lace bottoms. I felt sexy; I brushed my hair and made sure I looked as good as ... Well, given what I was working with, would be possible.
I walked back into his bedroom with as much confidence as I could muster, hoping he'd be in the mood to fuck. As I walked in, the bedroom was empty, and the duvet was folded back on the bed. My heart sank; he'd got up. Clearly, nothing was going to happen.
As I stood wondering what to do, I heard a noise behind me and spun around. There he was, naked and holding two drinks. How adorable is he! Although looking at his face, as he looks me up and down, grinning, I have a feeling they may go cold.
As he moved to place the cups down on the bedside cabinet, I stood still. Within seconds he'd grabbed hold of me, and we were kissing, his tongue in my mouth and his hands holding me close. I could feel his cock, hard, against me, and my breathing was instantly heavy. As he stopped and took a step back, I could see him admiring my body.
I felt myself blush. I'd never had a man look at me quite that way. This sexy combination of lust and love. He moved closer and pushed me onto the bed. I found myself lying down with him, climbing on top, feeling his heat. His body was pinning me down. His hands were enjoying the push-up bra's work on holding up and containing my large breasts.
As he kissed me, I found myself unable to do anything but kiss back. My head was wondering where this was going. As he sat up, straddling me as I lay there, I felt him grab each of my arms and move it above my head. Holding my wrists together with one hand. He moved back to kissing me, holding me firmly in place. I found myself feeling rising internal heat and squirming with this primal desire to be fucked again by this gorgeous man.
As he rolled off me, keeping hold of my wrists, he pulled me to sit up. I sat there staring into his eyes. I wasn't scared, anxious or embarrassed. All I could think was about pleasing him. He moved his hands to the front of my bra, and as he caressed, he said it had to go and stared at me with a look that said I needed to make that happen.
So, while he watched, I reached behind and unclasped the bra, feeling the straps loosen on my shoulders as they started to fall. Before I go any further, he grabbed the front of the bra and pulled it off. Leaving me in just my lace shorts, he got off the bed. He opened a drawer and pulled out a blindfold, and returned to the bed. I noted he hadn't closed the drawer, which seemed to be a purposeful act.
What else was in there, I wondered. As he rejoined me on the bed, he sat beside me. He stroked my face and kissed me. The look in his eyes was the most sensual look of lust and safety. As he looked at me and asked if I was ok, I nodded. I was smiling, and I kissed him. I couldn't get enough of his kisses right now.
As I pulled away, he lifted his hands and went to put the blindfold on me. As it touched my skin covering my eyes, there was this sudden odd combination of panic and lust. As the blindfold was fixed, I felt very nervous but did not want it to stop.
The first thing I felt was his mouth against mine, kissing me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed feeling his mouth against mine. As he gently pushed us down onto the bed, I found myself lying, enjoying feeling his body over mine.
Ok, I missed seeing him, I missed his cheeky eyes and smile, his chest, seeing his cock hard for me ... I missed the whole view. On the other hand, though, knowing he was there, knowing he was in control, it was so exciting, I found myself on edge, wondering what was coming. As he moved away, I laid still. My legs closed, my arms by my side, smiling like a crazy woman. I could hear him moving around but no idea where or why.
As I felt him get back on the bed, I found my head moving to the noise. What a pointless thing to do; I don't know how I thought that would help me identify what he was up to. I could hear him laughing. He seemed to be enjoying my anxiety. This was the most beautiful form of fear I'd ever experienced. It was making me wet, in need, and very willing to do anything. Where had this feeling been all my life?
I felt his hand on my arm as he lifted up my left wrist. I could hear something like velcro and felt something been put around my wrist. It felt tight but not too close; I wondered what it was. It didn't feel cold. It felt strangely good. I could feel him leaning over me, and he picked up my right wrist. Again I heard the velcro-like sound, and now this wrist also had something that felt similar on it.
What was going on? My mind clicked; he's putting cuffs on me. It looks like I'm getting tied down to the bed. I'm guessing my smile got more prominent because his laughter was so loud, as I heard him say that I was slow.
He moved down to my ankles, and I felt each of those picked up in turn and cuffed. As I lay there with these 4 cuffs on, I felt so sexy. Entirely the property of R right now. The tingling feeling down my spine and the heat between my legs was steadily increasing. I'm not sure how long he left me lying there, but I'm guessing it wasn't as long as it felt.
After what felt like ages, I felt him move my left arm above my head, then my right. He then repositioned himself and retook my left hand, and moved it closer to the corner of the bed. I could feel him fiddling with the cuff on my wrist. I heard something click. He moved to the other side and moved my right wrist closer to the other corner.
Another click. He briefly kissed me before asking if I was ok. I managed to get out a yes, in between smiling. I was trying not to obviously squirm from being wet. I felt his fingers on my stomach. I giggled at the light touch. It didn't take him long to work out; I was very sensitive and unused to being touched.
This clearly hit the spot for him as he began trying to make me giggle and squirm. As I did so and tried to stop him, it became apparent my arms were tightly now strapped to the bed, and my range of movement was minimal. I could hear from his voice that he was enjoying my situation far too much. He'd made it clear if I wasn't ok at any point, he would stop, I just had to say.
By now, not only was he clearly aware of the squirming, but he'd decided it had to stop. I felt his hands at the top of my shorts as he slowly pulled them down my legs and off my body. He then took each foot and positioned it in one of the remaining corners leaving me spread open and naked on his bed.
My whole body was now on complete show and available for use. I couldn't see him or what was going on. I felt my cheeks going beetroot as I imagined him looking at the view in front of him. Worried, he suddenly regretted having me here.
As I felt him move back up my body, I felt his stiff cock brushing against me. Ok, this was definitely a man who was enjoying himself. I stayed beetroot, but I felt content. He started kissing me on the mouth, but soon, his lips moved and started working their way down my body.
He knew I'd never been touched anywhere else by lips or a tongue until yesterday. With each touch of his mouth, you could feel his desire to be the first to fully explore my body. Every time his lips moved down, I felt my body arch and react. I'd never felt anything like it. As he got to the base of my neck, each kiss felt so sensual. He continued down and reached my breasts.
Instead of focusing on them, he gently caressed them with each hand as he worked through the centre down to my stomach. As he started getting lower, I felt my body reacting stronger. I was both embarrassed and hot. This man could see everything. I couldn't do anything to him but lay and take what he wanted.
Between my legs felt like it was almost dripping with pleasure at these feelings. As he got down to my belly button, there was this odd sensation of giggling, yet hot and unsure. He stayed around there a little, kissing away at my stomach, enjoying the squirming and the giggling he was causing.
As he gently moved down, he edged closer and instead opted to go to my left leg and start kissing my thigh. I could feel his breathing between my legs, and the slight breeze created by his movements was driving me insane. Not to mention how close he was. No other man had ever had his lips that close to there.
