It was a major leap for us both and specially an out-of-character behavior for me. I would have never imagined that I would be standing on an altar in front of a man, whom I had met just six months ago. At that moment, when we were about to take our vows, I realized that I loved the man a lot but I barely knew anything about his background. However, when he took his vows, I was amazed by the love he carried for me and instantly cleared any doubts I was having about him. I was smiling wide, as my gaze held still onto my happily ever after.
Two months later, as planned, we both moved to Australia where he had been invited to be a part of a major photo agency. Avi was a photographer by profession but a man of several passions. His work is renowned under a pseudo name as he preferred not to come into the light.
Perth. Month 1. Day 1.
I was very excited to look at the mansion Avi had bought for us. I thought his photo agency must be paying him well. It was only years later that I got to know about his massive inheritance. He took me on a tour of the house. I was instantly in love with the oak wooden furniture, the marble pillars and flooring, the pleasant open spaces and the subtle lavender setting of the ambiance. I felt like I was living the dream of a Disney princess. Finally, he took me to a walk-in closet full of gowns, dresses and some very expensive lingerie - all made to fit me. Then he said,
"I have a surprise for you and you cannot say no!"
And presented a red latex kit which included a full body suit, a mask that only let my eyes and mouth be open, with an additional opening at the top and 4 inch heeled boots. Of course, I always knew about his passion for kink but I was taken aback by the suddenness of the event. I showed some rather menial resistance, which was easy for him to overcome. After all, how could I not fulfill this man's one wish after all that he had shown me? So I agreed and with a big grin he asked me to put my hand behind one of the shelves, look for a button and press it. It was all escalating too quickly. But I was getting a little horny myself and did as told. Like a movie, the shelf in front split into two revealing a rather heavy door. Avi opened it for me and led me into a dark space. He shut the door behind him, submerging my vision into an ocean of darkness. He grabbed me from behind, kissed my neck and turned on a red light to reveal the room. It was a massive single room without any windows. The contents included the following
1. An oversize wooden bed with special attachments
2. A reclining chair and a (what I learnt later) tattooing apparatus - inside a glass cabin
3. A small television protected by a glass box
4. A red bulb, high on the ceiling
5. A single toilet and a paper dispensing machine
I was starting to get a little worried, when he gently kissed me again and said, in the most enchanting voice possible
"You just have to trust me and this will all be fun. Please just change into the attire and I will explain everything to you"
His voice soothed me and unnaturally enough, I agreed. He smiled and gave me a deep kiss. His passion and desire flowed like the thick viscous liquid from his mouth to mine. He slowly started undressing me, one piece of clothing at a time. There were the tunes of Mozart playing in my mind as I was preparing to dive into an ocean of red kinky madness. He helped me get into the red latex suit and whenever he saw doubts in my eyes or saw words trying to take flight from the edge of my lips, he kissed. He kissed like it was the end of the world - and for sure it was the end of my world, as I knew it.
He then helped me get into the boots. I will admit, I was feeling quite sexy myself. Though I was aware of his passion for kink, this was the first time for me when I was going head-deep into its waters. Finally, it was time for the mask. He gathered my waist long lustrous black hair tied them at the top of my head. He slid the mask through it, attached it to my face and fastened it to the suit. I was complete now and only he knows how I looked. But from the size of his bulge, it seemed like I was looking like a bombshell and probably his age long fantasy was taking shape. But if I only knew beforehand the extent of his fantasy.
He sat me on the bed and kissed me hard again. It was getting harder for me to move with the latex sticking to my skin. And then he went on to narrate the worst nightmare I had ever heard
