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?"
