You find yourself kneeling in the center of our king-sized, four-poster bed, arms fastened to the upper horizontals and legs tied wide-apart to the lowers, blindfolded and gagged. Earlier in the week, you had tipsily confessed over several glasses of wine that you would like to try something a little different to kick off the upcoming weekend. You said you wanted to expand your horizons a little and explore your hidden kink, so I decided to take it upon myself to be your guide. I did a little shopping around town while you were at work, picking up something here, something there; you'll get to see them all, in time. When you arrived home, a hot bubble bath and an open bottle of wine awaited you. It didn't take long after stripping off your work clothes and slipping into the tub to find you relaxing with a glass and the bottle within easy reach for refills.
After relaxing and playing in the bubbles for an indeterminate amount of time, you finally step out and dry off, the hot, scented water having removed most the day's stresses, but now you have one little itch that still needs scratching.... Taking my hand, you climb up onto the bed and examine the straps hanging from the upper horizontal frames and laying across the comforter. Yes, they are part of today's session. Sliding up behind you, I wrap my arms around your still-warm body, pulling you fully into me as I nuzzle your neck, listening to you giggle as I lightly press my lips against your kissy spots. Lifting first one arm, I slide your hand thru the first strap, securing it snugly to your wrist, then do the same with your other hand, finally taking out the slack simultaneously on both until your upper body arches slightly from the tension.
However, we are only half-done, as I slip a hand down between your thighs and rest my palm on your bare pussy, letting you feel the warmth as I begin gently rubbing your quim. You begin humping against my hand, I take that as a positive sign, as I spread your legs apart as far as you can manage, before wrapping the lower straps around your ankles and tightening them down. We can't have you wiggling all over the bed now, can we? And for the pièce de résistance: a black silk bandana fashioned into a blindfold, tied securely about your head and a cherry-red ball gag pressed firmly into your mouth, forcing those luscious lips of yours open. Hmmm, I'm debating whether to play with you a little before our guests arrive. Oh, I neglected to tell you? We have company coming over and they would very much like to meet you, so I am going to introduce you to them in the naughtiest way I can think of.
What is that? You turn your ear to listen as I leave you in order to answer a knock at the front door. They are here. You listen as the doorknob turns, the door opens, shuts, and muffled voices as they pass thru the entryway. A lump develops in your throat as you begin to get nervous. Your heartbeat and breathing kick up a notch as you sense a couple of bodies enter our bedroom. You listen to the rustling sounds of clothing being removed, the tinkling of metal accessories, and feel the shifting of the bed as anonymous forms climb aboard and gather round your exposed body. The twin scents of feminine perfume and male cologne linger under your nostrils as unknown fingers begin stroking, teasing, and exploring you.
Two rough, calloused masculine hands in front of you begin kneading your full, pendulous breasts, tugging and squeezing, eliciting muffled yelps from you as a thin, feminine finger traces a meandering path from the small of your back, along your hip, and down between your thighs.
