I said I had an idea or two, but the truth be told, I had no more ideas than I had come left in my body. That whole escapade was more overwhelming than I think either of us realised.
That said, I understood what was going on here, it was an indulgence on her part to let me know she still wanted to have me - and that this new dimension to us wouldn't redefine us.
But it would at least lead to us having different and new kinds of fun. Assuming I kept my nerve, that is.
And rest assured I did have plenty of ideas of things I wanted to do to this beautiful woman - the floodgates had been opened - just nothing came to mind right then. But I'd always been able to improvise *something* even if it wasn't the ideal thing.
And I had a hint of the scent of a very needy, very horny woman before me.
"So here's the question, what kind of fun would you like?" An obvious stalling tactic, but also just to be sure that I was thinking what she was thinking.
Perched on the edge of the bed, staring up at me, she smiled. "The fun kind." To be fair, that's exactly the kind of bratty thing I'd say, so I'm taking that as confirmation that she did want what I thought she wanted.
Next time - and rest assured, there is going to be a next time where I tie this fabulous woman up, there's going to be many of them - I can break out the toybox of fun. Maybe even add some toys to it, but that doesn't help me right now.
But I can buy myself a little thinking time with getting her at least a little more ready for some fun.
With that, I fetch a clean towel, lay it out and smooth it over the bed, and my beautiful woman stands by the bed waiting to see what I'm going to do. I gesture to the bed, and she sat, one leg crossed over the other, on the edge of the bed.
Putting my best "snooty English" accent on, I look in her direction. "Oh my, this won't do at all." With that, I smoothly reach for the crossed leg, unzip the boot on it, and slid it off in a motion that I'd probably never manage to do as smoothly again, before gesturing to the other leg, to take that boot off as well. No boots on the bed. Not today, anyway.
Here's where I had to make a few decisions, though, and quickly. What did I want to do, what toys or accoutrements did I want?
"Much as I love your skirt, it's kind of in the way." Yup, the skirt was cute, but it was going to limit my having my wicked way.
I move aside to give my girl some room to take the skirt off, while I opened and had a rummage through the toybox.
"Fun, you say? I think," I say carefully, trying to keep my nerve, "I think you could look pretty cute, blindfolded and gagged." This is a very fun mental image - the shirt, the tie, that cunt already damp and needy, and a blindfold and gag letting me do *exactly* what I want to do.
We have quite a collection of blindfolds and gags, she likes to mix and match such toys so that if I'm going to be restrained, things should colour co-ordinate. I rummage specifically... the leather blindfold that ties behind the head, the lurid purple ball gag, and hold them up.
"Huh, sounds like fun."
I also hold up a pair of handcuffs, not our usual restraint method, but it's been a while. "You're mine."
She sits on the bed, as I tighten the gag in her mouth - something I never imagined I'd ever do, let alone finding it extremely hot - and she looks up at me over the tops of her glasses (honestly, I didn't mention the hot secretary look enough, but that's what was going on here) and pushes the gag a bit with her tongue, and just rolls her eyes at me. "Really?"
The brattiness! The impertinence! "Huh! Just for that..." I lean forward and tighten the gag another couple of notches, to some sort of half laughter snot, half slight-bratty response in surprise.
I slid her glasses off, lean in to look closer into her eyes - there's no fear, only a twinkle of mischief - and then tie the leather blindfold behind her head, and while I'm doing it, I lean in. "OK?"
A positive noise later, and I tie the blindfold just a little tighter.
"Oh, you look so cute right now. Just remember, you're not going to get to cum until I'm ready." I pause, letting that sink in. "I don't care how needy you get, you're not going to cum until I say so." She nods, making a sort of 'uh-huh' noise in her throat.
"Now then, a couple of things... hands out." I deftly snap the handcuffs around her wrists. I'm just about to lay her down on the bed, hands above her head, but I suddenly remember one thing that might have made this a bit awkward.
Starting at the bottom, I start unbuttoning the shirt. "It would be a shame if I couldn't play with your very sensitive nipples now, wouldn't it?" I know just how sensitive they are, the amount of times she's had me in some kind of restraint and just using fingers or tongue to stimulate them. She nods and makes that positive noise again, as I unbutton almost all the way up, reach behind and fumble with her bra.
Right now I don't care that the bra is there, I just want to be able to get to nipples, and I can lift the rest up out of my way without releasing her.
"There we go, lay down for me, we're going to have *such* fun."
