They met at his house on Saturday afternoon. It was a rather large property outside the city. Not one of the magnificent villas you sometimes find in areas, where only the ridiculously rich could afford to live, but impressive, nonetheless. The property was a lot larger than the house itself, so you could only see the second floor peeking above the trees and bushes planted in the garden as a privacy screen when passing by on the street.
She was anxious, but also very excited. They had met weeks ago and had occasional short sessions since then, but today was the day. They'd agreed to make it real this time.
She reflected on how she got here:
She'd met him at a dinner party. An impressive man with impeccable manners and an aura that simply made her feel comfortable around him.
They had dated only days after the party and had gotten to know each other. Surprisingly, the evening had not led to the expected result: they hadn't ended up in his or her bed.
Instead, he had told her, that his sexuality was divergent: she was shocked when she heard, that he was into BDSM. She was shocked, not because of his sexual preference, but of her, not being opposed to the thought.
She discovered, that it was a completely different thing to hear about something like BDSM in general context or on the web, compared to someone - at a date - telling you, that he'd be into it.
Before, she had acknowledged the existence of BDSM, but never given it a second thought, when it came to her own sexuality. When she'd been confronted directly with it, she'd irritatingly been unable to find any aversion to it.
He'd taken her to a world that had been completely taboo for her before. She felt like Alice climbing down the rabbit hole. He had told her, that his kink was not the sadistic part of BDSM - this was a mere necessity. He wanted to show his partners their limits and how reaching them got them off in a most satisfying way. He'd told her that he sometimes preferred to make a bound woman come with toys and such instead of longing to simply fuck them.
Obviously, he was dominant and they soon established, that she was submissive to the bone. Their earlier sessions had included her being bound to an X-cross and him making her cum with a wand vibe. One time, he had blindfolded her, one time he had gagged her and she had discovered, that she liked both variants immensely. She found, that she was able to trust him with her life, and submitting to his will and his protection was pure bliss for her.
Today, they had planned to make it real. They would discuss her boundaries and then they'd have an open-end session.
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He opened the door without her having to ring. He looked fabulous - perfectly styled - but wearing casual jeans and a black shirt that emphasized his muscular body.
"Bianca, so nice to see you!" he said.
"Likewise. Nice to see you, too," she replied.
"Please come in," he showed her to the living room and offered her to sit.
"Do you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or plain water?"
"No, thank you very much. Not at the moment," she replied.
After some friendly small talk, he came to the real topic: "I have told you, we'd need to have an interview. What we have planned is a very intimate encounter that requires clear boundaries, as I know, I'll be crossing borders but don't want you to be harmed - neither physically nor mentally.
She nodded in understanding.
"I'll be asking you some very personal questions that are way beyond any social conventions and good manners. Please don't be offended. If you feel uneasy at any point, do let me know!" he explained.
She nodded again. "Go ahead, I'm ready."
"We've already established, that you are okay with being restrained. We've also worked with gags and blindfolds. How did they make you feel?" he asked.
"I liked it. Being at your mercy gets me excited and makes me feel good."
"Do you think you could stand complete sensory deprivement? Being unable to see, hear, and talk at the same time?" he asked.
She pondered the thought, then she replied positively: "Yes, I feel completely safe with you."
"I already used toys on your vagina and clit. What's your opinion towards oral and vaginal sex?"
"I love both."
"Deepthroat?"
"I never did that, can't tell. I suppose it'd be nice to try, as long as I get to breathe occasionally," she answered, smiling playfully.
He nodded, smiling in return. "Do you mind being exposed? Like, for example, on a gynecologist's chair? Do you mind being examined or even touched when you can't see what's happening?"
She blushed profoundly. Then she said "No, I don't mind. On the contrary - that gets me all horny. Thinking of others watching me, desiring me is a major turn-on for me."
"Very good," he nodded approvingly. "How about anal?"
She took a second, then she cleared her throat and answered, clearly embarrassed and a bit reluctant "Never did that, too. People always told me, it was slutty and taboo and such. But I'm not opposed in general."
He smiled. "Good girl. Have you ever been choked?"
"No, and I don't think I'd like that."
"Have you experienced e-stim or tens before?" he asked.
"A physiotherapist used tens as muscle training on me after I broke my ankle. I'm quite okay with it," she replied.
"Great. So that's all then. Finally and most importantly, we need to agree on a safeword - or in our case on a safe signal as you won't be able to speak in all situations: I suggest opening and closing your hand repeatedly or in other words stretching all fingers and making a fist alterningly means 'stop at once'. Is that okay for you?"
"Yes. That's fine."
He gave her some leather ankle- and wrist restraints with metal rings as well as a leather choker and asked her to put them on after leaving all her clothing.
She did as he asked.
Then he put a mask on her face, blindfolding her entirely.
He carefully led her to another room and made her sit on a strange chair.
"It's a gyn chair," he explained then he put her arms above her head and fixed them there with the restraints on armrests that were positioned to the top left and right. Her feet were put on legrests, spreading them far and exposing her completely. The thought sent a tingling sensation up her spine.
He put something that felt like a ballgag into her mouth and fixed it behind her head; then he put some kind of headphones on her ears.
She noticed, that his work was perfect: she could see only black - not even the slightest shade of grey, she couldn't hear anything and she couldn't talk. A little bit of fear crept into her heart. This was not only nothing, this was Nothingness distilled! It was frightening.