The ropes Darren held were clean, white and soft with black tape at the tips. Shawna's excitement was tinged with fear at the sight of them.
"Hold out your hands," he said.
She complied immediately. Something about being stark naked in front of Darren made her obedience so much sexier.
In her previous relationships, this level of exposure would have filled her with anxiety about her body. She wasn't twenty one anymore, and she was definitely not a size two.
As she stood there in all her glory, arms held out to be bound by these soft silky ropes, she felt like a goddess. Darren had undressed her slowly, soaking in every aspect of her, and she loved every second it. Somehow he took all her anxiety and replaced it with the single desire to please him. So far, she had done exactly that.
The ropes around her wrists tightened, holding her arms together and rendering her almost defenceless. Their hold was undeniable, and terrifying. She could feel the ropes pressing into her skin, not tight enough to be painful, but tight enough they could not be ignored.
"Arms over your head," Darren said.
Again, her compliance was immediate despite the struggle in her mind. Giving someone else control of your body raises deep, primal instincts to fight for your life and she was fighting to stay calm instead.
Darren secured a perfect litte knot with his experienced hands through an eye-bolt attached to the wooden column in his basement. Shawna's arms were now her prison and they held her firmly in place, stretched ever so slightly to her full height, unable to relax her body even a little bit.
"You are so beautiful," Darren said. "You're a dream come true."
The contrast of Darren's sweet words as she stood naked and tied to a column swirled in her mind for a moment, the slipped away. She felt utterly exposed, helpless, apprehensive, and wildly turned on all at once. His mastery of her body's movements was exhilarating.
"I am going to introduce you to some of my favourite things," he said. "I'll start slow, but you should get a pretty good idea of what this relationship will involve. Do you remember the safe word? You may need it."
Jesus, she thought. How the fuck did I get here? Why is this so hot? Am I a pervert? I must be a pervert. This wouldn't make me so wet if I wasn't. I had no idea I was this fucked up.
"Red," she said.
"Excellent," Darren replied. "Remember, you have to use it if you are feeling any severe pain, or even if you're just not handling it very well. Don't try to do too much too soon. We have lots of time to experiment."
"I will," Shawna said. She doubted she would really do it. She wanted to please Darren and wussing out on their first date wouldn't impress anyone.
Darren walked over to a dresser a few feet to Shawna's left. He opened the top drawer and took out a short silver chain with a clip on each end. He stood in front of her again, and held the clips up for her to see.
"Have you ever used nipple clamps before," he asked.
Shawna's breath caught in her throat and her stomach fluttered as understanding bubbled up from the depths of her mind.
"No," she said. "I get the feeling that's about to change."
The devil's smirk crossed Darren's face. He made an adjustment to the screws that decided how much force the clamps would apply. "I'll start slow," he said.
Starting with her right breast, Darren kissed her nipple softly sending little bolts of pleasure through her. Her nipple responded instantly, standing erect and begging for more. He flicked his fingers over it softly and kissed her, driving her deeper into swells of ecstasy.
He held the kiss and she could feel him pull her nipple out and then the sudden surge of delicious pain streaked into her as the clamp took hold. She gasped through Darren's lips and let the sensation settle in. A moment later, Darren's fingers flicked softly across her left nipple, preparing it for the clamp. As the pain passed from her nipple to her brain and her aching pussy, her mind cleared of everything but how this felt.
Darren reached between her back and the wooden column and pressed his body against hers. She could feel his cock pressing against her belly just below her navel. Feeling the effect this had on him made it even better for her.
"Ready for more?" His voice was slightly hoarse as his excitement began to show. She could see his eyes reflecting his desire back at her.
"Yes, sir," Shawna replied, her nipples pulsating under the pressure of the clamps.
"Good girl," he said.
He stepped back a little and smiled at her. He reached his hand up and put it around her throat. His fingers reached past her ears and the web of his thumb rested lightly on her windpipe.
He held her gaze for a moment, gauging her reaction to this very powerful action. Shawna stared back at him, her body desperately trying to convince her to struggle against this man with her life in his hand, but she stood fast. She wanted him to do as he pleased with her.
The pressure on her neck came slowly at first, squeezing the sides, but not the windpipe itself. It was painful in an aching way, but she could still breathe so she didn't panic. His grip was strong and commanding and she felt that she belonged in it.
Stars flashed and sparkled in front of her eyes and she drifted away for a moment. When she slammed back into herself, Darren had released his grip and she regained her senses, for the most part. She felt the blood rush into her head, and the juice drip out of her pussy.
"Holy shit," she blurted.
Darren smiled at her. "There's so much more to come," he said.
