Waing up: Sofie Discovers Bdsm

I got this mysterious invitation from Tom. He texted me yesterday to invite me over to his house for a surprise meeting. I texted him back to ask what it was about. He only said he was preparing a lovely surprise for me, and that I would love it.

This morning, I asked him if I needed to dress in a certain way. Since I met him, he surprised me more than a few times. One time he took me to this very fancy restaurant by surprise, and I totally felt under dressed. So, each time he wanted to surprise me again, I made sure I was dressed accordingly.

His answer put me a little on edge. He told me to wear my 6-inch black stilettos, black seamed stockings (hold ups he specified), my shortest skirt and a tight-fitting blouse. There was no more in his text. It got me wondering what it was he had concocted this time. Did he expect me to walk into a restaurant or a movie theater dressed like this?

Not that I wouldn't do it. I love to attract attention of men, and especially of their wives, disapproving of the way I interfere with their relationships. When I wear my special stiletto's, 6 inch is quite high, heads turn, and mouths drop. It makes me feel quite powerful; I like the feeling. This time, Tom seemed to suggest I also leave my panties and bra at home. Wearing a short skirt would mean I had to be a little careful about the way I moved. I felt my pussy tingle at the thought of giving a few wives a flash.

During the day I really settled into the idea of creating a bit of stir in the restaurant. I envisioned myself walking into the restaurant, giving my coat to the porter and seeing his eyes going over my blouse, which would not hide my hard nipples and certainly show the nice décolleté. And then, walking over to our table, I would enjoy all the stares I would get walking in my stilettos, perhaps even flashing a bit of stocking top from under my skirt. It already gave me goosebumps, thinking about it. So, it was full of anticipation that I rang the doorbell to Tom's apartment that evening at 7.

Within seconds he opened the door. Dressed in a smart dark blue three-piece suit and a white buttoned-down shirt, he begged me inside, took my coat, and accompanied me to the living room. He waved me into a seat.

"What would you like to drink, Sofie? The usual?" he asked.

"Shouldn't we get on our way to the restaurant now?" I said with some surprise sounding in my voice.

Tom laughed. "No, darling, I have something completely different planned for you tonight."

"Huh, what have you planned for me?" I asked. I felt my voice trembling a bit.

Tom immediately picked up I was a little upset by the turn of events.

"Don't worry, Sofie. Tonight is all about you." he said in his quiet reassuring voice. "You just have to go with the flow and, I promise, you will have the time of your life."

I knew Tom always delivered on his promises. So, my mind eased a bit, and I sat down. Tom put a glass of wine in front of me, poured one for himself and sat down beside me on the couch.

"You remember we talked about our ideas to have some fun, a few weeks ago?"

"Sure." I said. "We talked about how much fun it would be if we explored some erotic adventures. To see what we would like."

"Exactly." Tom said, turning his head towards me. "And that's why I prepared this evening for you."

He got up and walked over to the sideboard behind the couch. I couldn't see what he picked up, but I felt him coming up behind me.

"What's your plan, Tom?" I exclaimed. "You know I don't like surprises."

"I think you do, darling," Tom whispered in my ear, "and you will just have to go with it tonight."

Before I could even answer, Tom drew a blindfold around my eyes.

"What the hell, Tom?" I yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"

I wanted to pull down the blindfold, but his strong arms prevented me from getting to it. I felt his lips in my neck, and he kissed me ever so softly. His lips barely touched my skin, but it sent shivers all over my body.

"I love you, baby, and I only care about your pleasure. Just relax and focus on what you are about to feel." Tom said softly. "Just one thing, if you really want me to stop, use the safe word: paradise."

A safe word?? My mind cried out to resist, shout 'paradise' and take back control, but his kisses felt so good, and his strong arms around me didn't give me the feeling I was his captive. It felt good. I felt secure and, in fact, safe. I relaxed, and I felt Tom relaxing his grip on me. My ears were now doing the job my eyes usually did. I heard him walking around the couch and stopping in front of me. Then there was silence.

Suddenly Tom's hand was in mine, and he pulled me up. "Let me guide you to the pleasure dome, Sofie." he said with a smile in his voice. Funny, I realized, how much you could hear if you put your mind to it.

He led me through the living room, very carefully so as not to let me fall over. Normally I have no problem walking in stilettos, but not seeing where you go makes it a lot harder. I was glad Tom held me tightly. We entered one of his rooms. I know all the rooms in his apartment, but being blindfolded made me unsure of the room we were in. I tried to recognize the lights. But they were dimmed. I couldn't make anything out through the blindfold.

"Come, Sofie, you can stand right here."

"What are you going to do with me, Tom?" I asked with a husk voice. I hadn't noticed it until now, since I had been so focused on not tripping over on the way to this room, but I felt a little aroused. It almost came as a shock to me. Why was I feeling like this? My little arousal wasn't lost on Tom either.

"Mmm, Sofie, you can't see it, but I suppose you can feel how hard your nipples have grown already. Are you getting excited with the anticipation of what is going to happen next?" he said.

"That depends on what is going to happen," I answered, "and what it is you are going to do."

"Then let's take this to the next level, Sofie," Tom said, "I now want you to be silent and just focus on your feelings."

The next thing I felt was Tom taking my hand, tying some soft strap around my wrist. Then I heard him sliding the strap through some kind of metal ring. My hand was lifted into the air. I gave a little shriek, but Tom lay his hand on my lips to signal I should be quiet.

I now got a clearer picture of what he had in mind. We had talked about bondage a few weeks back, when discussing ways to broaden our erotic adventures. I hadn't given it much attention, since I wasn't really interested in it. Yet now I was going to find out whether this was something I could enjoy. My hard nipples might be a first clue.

Tom had fastened and lifted my other arm. I sensed he was getting on his knees. He put a strap around my ankle, lifted my stiletto and fastened my ankle like he had with my arms. His touch sent another shiver up my body. When he next shifted my other foot, I trembled, because I was now so aware of the fact that I had my legs spread and my pussy exposed. I now realised why he had told me not to wear a string. He wanted me to feel what it meant to have my legs tied up in such a way that it would expose my pussy.

Tom finished tying me up. I pulled the straps, not to escape or anything, but just to experience what it made me feel. I realized I liked to wriggle a bit, as if to resist being tied up, or to signal my deep disagreement with what was happening. That was fun. I started to warm up to the play I now envisioned in my head. Being forced to undergo whatever my man had planned for me, with no possibility to resist or escape it.

I heard Tom take a few steps back. A noise indicated he picked something up. He came closer, closer still until I could sense his warm breath on my shoulder, and I could smell him. Wow, his smell drove me a little wild. I felt my nipples harden again, and, oh god, my pussy tingle. I was totally unprepared for the senses that engulfed me, and they hit me like a thunderstorm.

I sighed deeply. Tom's lips were now on my chest. He slowly licked my skin, going down between my breasts. His touch ever so lightly, tickling, teasing. With a finger he followed the curve of my breast, sliding the blouse to the side, just enough to bear my nipple. He started rubbing it. I my mind I formed an image of how this would look. Tom with his head near my chest, his hand almost on my breast, his finger rubbing my nipple.

Then he pushed my blouse fully to the side, bearing all my breast. He did so too with the other one. I felt his hands on them, softly squeezing them. His caresses made me feel good; my arousal was growing. With a deep sigh, I let this wonderful feeling sink in to me. Being tied up now helped kind of surrendering to his touches and enjoying the arousal that came with it. I felt Tom taking one of my nipples in his fingers. He squeezed, squeezed hard in fact. I let out a little moan. Damn, it felt good he did that. Then, suddenly, I felt something cold against my nipple. And next thing I knew, pain was shooting up from my breast.

"Oh, my god, that hurts, Tom!" I blurted out. He had put a clamp on my nipple. He didn't say anything, just put a finger on my lips, signaling me again to stay silent. I wanted him to get it off, I pulled at the straps. Now it really sank in I was at his mercy. And while that thought sank in, I felt him put a clamp on my other nipple as well. Jeez, another bolt of pain shot through my body.

I was on the verge of yelling the save word, when Tom put his hands on my breasts again, holding them, as if to help me support the weight of them. That felt so good. Also, the pain of the clamps changed into a sensation of deep awareness of my nipples. I felt as if my whole body now was in a state of high sensitivity.

Tom let go of my breasts. I felt his hands on my legs now. Every touch now made me shiver. His hands sliding along my thighs made me have goosebumps all over. I suddenly caught myself thinking I wanted him to touch my pussy. I felt so sensitive. I focused on my pussy and realized it was already wet. I moaned, hoping Tom would pick up the signal. His hands kept going up, caressing my stockings, reaching my stocking tops and going on to my bare thighs.

I sighed deeply, wriggling in the straps. The sense of not being able to use my hands on my sensitive pussy, was excruciating. I needed her touched, stroked, licked. I felt his fingers slowly creeping up. His breathing was heavy. So, he was enjoying this too. The fact I could not see what he was doing, was so strange to me. I was used to be in control because seeing meant I could anticipate what would happen next. But now, I just had to wait and feel.

Tom grabbed my skirt and pulled it up. My pussy now was so sensitive I could sense his lips close by. I felt the warmth of his breath streaming along my clit. Oh, if only.... Yes, there I felt his tongue on my clit. A load moan escaped me, and I felt my legs go limp. Tom put his hands on my ass, as to support me and prevent me from falling. He pressed my clit strongly into his lips, creating a wonderful feeling of shivers running through my body.

I couldn't stop moaning now. I started to go with his rhythm and push my clit into his face, hoping he would start sucking on it. And the moment he started sucking my clit, ever so slowly, ever so teasingly. I couldn't control myself anymore. I just cried out when that deep satisfying feeling of orgasm ran through my body, having me pull at the straps frantically, like I was trying to break them.

Next thing I knew, Tom put something in front of me. I could hear him carrying something from a corner in the room. He then took place behind me, untied first one strap and then the other. My arms felt heavy, and I let them slump against my body.

Tom grabbed my arms, and he put them on a table he had put in front of me. Taking my shoulders in his hands, he bent me over. He pushed my sensitive breasts with the nipple clamps against the cold tabletop, sending a little pain through my nipples, waking them up. I felt them hardening again and with the clamps on, it was kind of nice feeling.

Before I could even begin to think what was going to happen now, Tom walked to the other side. He took the straps in his hand, pulled them towards him and fastened them again. I now lay bent over on the table, anxiously awaiting his next move. I sensed him standing behind me again.

Aiii, with a firm hand he spanked my buttock. I let out a little shriek, both from the sudden pain, but also the surprise. I hadn't expected he would do this. I knew him to be so gentle all the time, but this time he really was firm. I didn't say anything. I just focused on the sensation he was giving me.

Damn, another slap, this one on the other buttock and even a bit harder. And another one, and another one. God, it hurt, but the sexual feeling it gave was enormous. I realised I had always known this was something I wanted to experience some time. But never dared ask. I felt my nipples in the clamps, my pussy getting wet again. This was unbelievable. How could I have ignored this craving inside me for so long?

Tom went on for another minute or so, spanking my ass. It began to feel wonderfully warm; it aroused me. Then he stopped, and his hand softly touched my ass. Ughh, that felt good. So sensitive. His hand glided between my legs, and he touched my pussylips, letting his fingers get wet with my juices, softly rubbing them, parting them and letting his fingers enter my pussy, discovering my warm and wet insides. Oh, fuck, how did he know to give me all these feelings? I pushed the thought aside. I just wanted to enjoy this ride.

Then, out of nothing, I felt the tip of his cock entering me. Oh my god, the feeling... He just slipped it in a little bit, teasing me. Slowly in and out of my sensitive pussy. A thought entered my mind. That I was glad he had told me to wear my 6-inch stilettos. Stupid thought, but it was true. His cock could slide into my pussy in a way now I could feel it tick all my boxes.

Jeez, he thrust his cock in deep now. I groaned and pushed back my ass to take him in as far as I could. Sensing my craving, Tom speeded up the pace of his thrusts. Every nerve in my body was tickled. Every fiber tense with anticipation for my next explosion. I felt it coming, but I wanted it not to happen yet. I wanted this to last for ages.

Another thrust. I could feel his cock filling up my pussy, as if it grew bigger with every thrust. And another. No, this dam was going to break. I gave up my resistance and an orgasm ripped through my body, while I felt Tom's warm cum filling me up.

I was shivering with delight. Tom carefully placed his body over my back, bent over the table. Giving me that intimate feeling of closeness, which always made me feel save and cared for. It was a loving gesture, which, it may sound odd, was enhanced by the feeling of his still hard cock in my pussy. He kissed my back.

"Thank you my dear, for this amazing adventure." he whispered in my ear.

He now took his cock out of my pussy, and he untied the straps around my ankles. He released my wrists and helped me up. Next, he carefully removed the clamps from my nipples, and with his lips softly massaged them, as if to nurture them back to life. It gave me such a deep feeling of satisfaction. I sighed. When he removed the blindfold, his bright and laughing eyes greeted me. I put my arms around him. We kissed. Tom didn't ask anything. He just watched my eyes. And they told him everything he needed to know.