For the rest of the week, Sylvia had trouble thinking of anything but the previous Friday night and Saturday morning. When she had wakened up in Jason's bed on Saturday, the night before had seemed like a dream - a very pleasant dream. But there was Jason lying beside her, awake and propped up on one elbow to look at her. The covers had slipped down, and he was gazing at her full, creamy breasts exposed to the cool morning air. "A beautiful sight to wake up to," he had commented.
They had a good session of morning sex - just plain, no ropes and gags this time, but a very good way to start the day regardless. He made her breakfast, then dropped her off at home.
Now, she kept drifting off into daydreams about all the things that had happened since Jason had picked her up at Clancy's. In her imagination, she could still feel the rope that had held her wrists gently but oh-so-firmly behind her back, and the other rope that had pinned her legs to the bed, spread wide to give Jason perfect access to her most intimate parts with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and eventually his expertly-applied penis. She remembered the feel of Jason's firm cock sliding down her throat until he bottomed out with his balls against her face. She imagined that she could still taste the salty, slightly acrid flavour of her own juices that had soaked the panties packed so firmly into her mouth and secured with a tightly knotted necktie, and then the glorious sensation of his lips and tongue doing in most wonderful things imaginable in her pussy until she screamed with orgasm behind the improvised gag.
Every evening she had to use her sucking sex toy to massage an orgasm, or succession of orgasms, out of her clit to help keep the fire between her legs under control. And during the day, it wasn't easy getting things done at work. She had to wear a panty shield to avoid leaving damp patches on her office chair every time she thought of her evening with Jason.
He had seemed open to another date, and they had tentatively settled on this coming Friday, beginning at Clancy's again, but he had seemed a bit vague about it. Was he really up for another date, or was he more of a find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em type? She hoped that his first taste of fucking a woman in bondage would bring him back if nothing else did, but she couldn't be sure. She hoped so - despite his inexperience, he had been one of the best tops she had ever played with. He could be firm and dominant, but still respectful of her boundaries, and he focussed as much on her pleasure as his own. They don't make too many like that.
Friday finally came. She tidied her desk and went to the bathroom to change her soaking panty shield. She hoped that none of her work colleagues were thirsty that afternoon; she was sure she could have hooked up with Jason again regardless, but it would certainly be easier if she wasn't at Clancy's with a group. She got lucky: the few people who seemed to want to do something after work picked a different bar, so after the short walk to Clancy's, she found herself without competition from colleagues.
The little table for two that she had shared with Jason a week ago was vacant, a good omen she thought, and she claimed it. They hadn't really picked a time, so she prepared herself to wait a while - possibly forever, she thought philosophically. She ordered her usual vodka tonic and sat nursing it, nibbling on the peanuts that were thoughtfully placed on the table and scrolling her phone to pass the time.
Once, she heard a man say, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" It wasn't him, and she politely but firmly said "Sorry, I'm meeting someone." The man smiled graciously and went off to try his luck somewhere else in the bar.
Finally, she heard the chair opposite her being pulled back, and she looked up from her phone to find herself staring into Jason's grey eyes. A wave of relief washed over her, and she marvelled at how she, who was always so cool and collected about relationships, could get herself wrought up over a man - even if the man was the best cunt licker she had met in her life.
"Jason. It's wonderful to see you again."
He leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. It's not just that I had an incredible blast tying you up and fucking you - although I did. It's also that I genuinely like your company and wanted to see you again." Sylvia was glad that the clatter of the noisy bar allowed them to talk as frankly as they wanted without having to worry about someone overhearing. Although, she thought, what the fuck if anyone did?
Jason pointed to her glass, down to its last sip or two. "I see I'm just in time." He caught the server's eye and ordered two more drinks.
Sylvia had thought more than once about this custom of men paying the bill when picking up women in bars. It struck her feminist side as oddly transactional, as if what the woman had to offer the man was somehow more valued, more sought after, than what the man had to offer the woman. It was almost as if men felt that they had to buy a woman's company. But she had long ago tied up and gagged her feminist side and left her by the roadside. On the fairly rare occasions when she allowed herself to be picked up, she was happy not to have to take care of her own bill.
"I genuinely like you too. For someone who's basically a Dom, you're truly respectful of the women you dominate. Or at least, this woman. I was excited to have you tie me up and fuck me. And you weren't afraid to stick your face in my pussy. That's less common than you would think."
"I'm certainly happy that we decided to meet again. I was having trouble getting you out of my head so I could get anything else done."
"Me too. I haven't had a really good bondage session for ages. And even though you didn't have fancy bondage equipment, you certainly showed what can be done with what's lying around the house. I still think of the feel of those tent ropes around my wrists and ankles. If we ever go camping together, I certainly won't worry about our tent falling down. You know your knots."
Jason chuckled at her last remark. "Thanks for your affirmation of the rope bondage skills I never knew I had. But tonight, you'll see that I've been doing some shopping."
She leaned forward, intrigued. "And what exactly has your bondage 'research' on Pornhub suggested to you for this week?"
"Now, now," Jason admonished. "You don't want to spoil your surprises, do you?"
Sylvia's pussy, already moist from talking about the previous Friday, got even moister as she speculated about what Jason's 'surprises' might be. She noted his use of the plural. Not whips and paddles, she hoped, but Jason seemed to have made it clear that he wasn't that kind of Dom.
Jason took the food menu out of its clip in the middle of the condiment basket. "Let's get some appies. It's been a long time since lunch." He flagged the server over and ordered their drinks, then added, "And we'll have an order of wings and an order of stuffed potato skins." He was obviously practicing his role as a take-charge Dom by ordering without asking her opinion. Normally Sylvia would have resented the slight, but as a way of easing into a BDSM role, it seemed appropriate.
When their order came, they worked their way through their shared munchies and sipped their drinks without any more reminiscing about bondage or sex. They did get to know each other a bit better than they had done on their first date, though. This seemed like the right time to chat, since Sylvia would likely spend the later part of the evening with some kind of gag in her mouth.
Eventually it came time to leave Clancy's and move on to Date Night Part Two. This time, they didn't have to discuss it; they both knew how the evening was going to unfold, although Sylvia didn't know the details.
As they were preparing to leave, Sylia excused herself for a quick trip to the Ladies' Room to get rid of her panty shield, now soaked again. If her panties ended up stuffed in her mouth like they had the last time, she didn't need a panty shield in there as well. If she made a damp spot on the seat of Jason's Corolla, he was just going to have to accept that as the price of dating an eager, horny sub.
This time, Sylvia was even more forward during the short drive to Jason's condo. Sylvia reached over and put her hand on Jason's crotch, feeling the hard bulge of his erection through the material of his slacks. She didn't fumble with his zipper, not wanting to completely distract him from his driving; she just ran her hand along the long, narrow bulge. A musky aroma of female arousal began to permeate the air in the car as she remembered the feel of that long, narrow bulge in her eager mouth and down her throat.
Once they were in the apartment, they dispensed with the formalities of sitting on the couch for another drink. They had been drinking and chatting at the bar, and they both thought that that was long enough. Jason took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom that had been turned into a home office and stopped outside the closet door.
Jason faced her. "Strip," he commanded. Sylvia blinked slightly at his peremptory manner, but she had to confess to herself that she found his expression of dominance hot. She wondered whether he'd like a slow striptease or would rather she just get it off with no messing around. She decided on the striptease, figuring that he could always order her to speed up if he was in a hurry.
She didn't try to simulate a pole dancer, having no music, and no pole for that matter, but she held his gaze while she undid the second button of her sleeveless bright blue top - the first had been undone since she put it on that morning. Then the third, revealing another lacey black bra that barely contained her medium-sized breasts. Then the fourth and final button, leaving the top hanging open to reveal her flat, toned belly and belly button. She stood facing him with her blouse open, not moving for a few seconds, then did the little shinny that allowed it to slip off her shoulders and onto the floor.
She let him gaze at her torso for half a minute or so. Then she slipped her right bra strap off her shoulder, followed by her left. She reached behind her back to undo the clasp, slipping her hands back over it to hold the cups over her breasts for a moment once it was unclipped. Then she let it fall, revealing both breasts at once.
Jason didn't actually lick his lips as he gazed at her nearly naked body, but the look on his face was such that she wouldn't have been the least surprised if he had. Sylvia shimmied her shoulders again, this time to make her creamy breasts rock slightly in front of Jason's face. Then she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slide them down, achingly slowly, revealing first her auburn pubic patch, then the pussy cleft that peeked out from between her legs. She slid them all the way down, stepped out of them, and assumed the classic slave-for-inspection pose with her hands behind her head, her back arched slightly to thrust her breasts forward, and her legs apart to reveal more of her pussy between them.
Jason, still fully clothed, took a step forward and cupped her face in his hands. Then he began sliding his hands slowly down her body, to her neck, over her shoulders, then to her breasts, where he paused to run his thumbs over her large, achingly hard nipples. Then he cupped his hands under her breasts and hefted them slightly as though he were holding them up, even though they were sitting high on her chest with no hint of sag and didn't need any holding up.
Sylvia found that standing naked and having her body slowly explored by a fully clothed man exquisitely arousing. She began breathing more slowly and deeply, her breath almost shuddering as she drew it in while the heat of her arousal grew. The sensations increased as Jason's hands resumed their slow traverse down her body, following the lines of her tapered waist down to the flare of her hips.
