I whimpered, struggling as I woke. I tried to roll over onto my stomach, but my arms were restrained above my head, my wrists tied together. My legs were in a similar predicament, stretched out as I lay on my back on the bed, my ankles bound. It was probably the first time my legs had actually been closed in several hours. I wondered how long he'd let me doze.
A deep chuckle came from above me. I swung my head to the left and then the right, but I couldn't see a damn thing with the blindfold on.
"Shh, shh, shh." Rough fingers trailed lightly along my cheek, and I shivered. "You look so lovely, Lilly, my dear. Now, just relax."
I closed my eyes, as if that would make a difference, and took a deep breath. It came out shaky, so I tried again. When I could inhale and exhale without my body shuddering from his constant touch—and the hidden promises in his quiet command—I let my head roll to the side, my cheek resting against my left shoulder.
"That's a good girl." His fingers trailed down my neck, and then his warm hand cupped my cheek.
A sweet smell invaded my nostrils. It was the scent of arousal on his skin—my arousal. I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had since I'd arrived. Most recently, he had languidly stroked my pussy and clit with those same fingers until I became a writhing mass of limbs. He had secured my wrists and then my ankles together as I came down from my high and drifted off.
Maybe I should make introductions. I am Lilly. I am a sub, as in a submissive. "He" is Seth, my Dom, or Dominant. We met online two years ago in a place where people with kinky sexual desires gather to openly discuss said interests, more commonly called fetishes.
I had never been with a partner who shared my fetishes before. Sure, I'd had sex. But it was always what us kinksters called "vanilla": straightforward sex in the normal positions. Sometimes we'd throw in a sixty-nine if we both wanted to get off at the same time giving and receiving oral. But never had I had someone controlling me, telling me what to do. Or what not to do in some instances. Not to mention the bondage, light as it may be in our relationship. I was also a little curious about the obsession people had with spanking.
I had been timid at first, especially after our first in-person meeting. It had taken me months before I'd actually met Seth. The first time was in a discussion group on the website. I had started a thread about the proper way to delay an orgasm since I was unattached and had to use my own two hands to do the job. I had heard that delayed gratification was highly arousing, so I thought I'd try it myself to get some practice in the meantime.
Seth was the eleventh person to respond to my thread and the only male. I almost missed his comment among all of the women giving advice...and flirting with me despite my "straight" status on my profile. What stood out the most was his picture. Unlike the pictures on the profiles most of the men I had either chatted with or had browsed while trolling for possible partners, Seth's picture was not a nude of him or some free random photo of an unknown guy's cock. Rather, it was a pencil drawing of a lion with a tiny, sleeping lamb curled in between its large paws. I later found out that Seth had drawn it himself. He was a protector, and that is exactly what I needed.
Ours was a slow-evolving relationship. A quick, private message here or there. A comment on similar threads or a topic one of us started in a group. And then we moved to the chatrooms. With the chatting came the teasing and flirting and eventually, the cyber playing. After about six months, he proposed that we meet in person.
Our roles had been clearly established from the beginning. He wanted to be in control, and I wanted to be controlled. Not always in the physical sense, but also mentally, with words at times. Oh, the power of words. I have learned to orgasm without a single touch. To know what my body was capable of ...that another person's voice could have such an effect on me... It was mind-blowing.
I remember the day we met very clearly. I had been giddy, waiting for Seth at the restaurant, seated in a booth away from the rest of the customers. It had been one of his directions. So had the clothes I was wearing: a red top and black pants. The former showed off my breasts, and the latter, my ass. I was well endowed on both ends, and I liked to flaunt them yet still leave plenty to the imagination. Seth had told me to pull my hair back. I had opted to braid my blonde hair instead of leaving it loose in a ponytail.
We had exchanged personal photos, so I had an idea of what he looked like. Yet when he walked up to the table, all five-foot-eleven inches and two-hundred-and-thirty pounds of him, I couldn't breathe. He was beautiful. At least to me.
He was overweight like me, yet he wasn't obscenely so. Perfect cuddling size. His black polo emphasized his thick arms, and I couldn't wait for him to wrap them around me.
His hair was dark and although short, it had a natural wave to it that gave it some texture. I had raised my hands from my lap, instinctively wanting to run my fingers through those lovely locks. But a flash in his eyes warned me to resist the temptation.
Oh those eyes. They were dark as well, matching the chocolate brown of his hair. And they focused directly on mine. I shut my mouth, suddenly aware that I had been gaping, and smiled up at him. When he smiled back, those eyes shone brighter, almost melting my insides.
I had remained seated when he introduced himself and held out his hand to shake mine. It was my first act of submission to him in person. My life had never been the same again.
We waited until our sixth meeting before entering a bedroom, but even then, we started from the beginning despite our online encounters. It just wasn't the same, especially for someone like me who had never done this before. Talk about feeling awkward. But Seth was—and is—a very patient Dom. He took his time with me, showing me the ropes. Well, those didn't come around for a few more months, but you know what I mean.
This evening had actually been my idea. We'd been apart due to our jobs, and now we both had the whole weekend off. During the course of our relationship, we had discussed our own secret desires in detail. Ones we had never shared with anyone else before, even on the website where we met. I felt ready to embrace one of mine, and Seth was allowing me that experience.
I had held my breath, waiting for his response. As my Dom, he had every right to decline. Yet in the end, he had not. I had allowed him to fuck my ass, one of my soft limits, as a thank you. He had made it quite pleasurable. Enough so that I was considering moving the action off that list entirely.
Despite agreeing to my wish, I knew that I would have to be patient for Seth to decide when it would happen. It had been several weeks since he'd reached a decision. I was getting worried that he had changed his mind, but this morning I had received a simple text that said, "This is your night. My place 2:00pm."
And so our encounter began early. I had literally been fucked ten ways from Sunday thus far, and enjoyed every minute of it. And although thoroughly sated and achy, I still anticipated for when Seth would come through with his promise. I didn't doubt that he would, but we did have all weekend, and it was only Saturday evening.
The feel and then the taste of his thumb brushing against my lips brought my mind back to the present. I moaned as he pushed his digit into my mouth and rubbed it against my tongue and teeth. Then he stroked it in and out. The rest of my body tingled and felt jealous, as he wasn't touching me anywhere besides on my face. Yet as I sucked on his thumb, my nipples tightened and my lower muscles contracted. Just this simple motion on his part was turning me on. Well, that and my lack of control due to being restrained. Not to mention the fact that I was completely naked as well.
