The day came for our second meet up. Much excitement was built up in me again anticipating what might happen that evening. Once again I arrived at your house, and you greeted me with such a warm hug. It felt familiar again as we went toward your kitchen and you got the wine out knowing I would probably enjoy part of a glass.
We mostly talked about normal things, but before I finished my wine you said "I do have a new small favor to ask you."
I nervously asked "Oh ok, what would that be?"
"I want you to go to the bathroom and get undressed. But this time I have one of my button shirts hanging in the bathroom you can wear for at least now. Can you do that for me and come out with only my shirt on?"
"Yes, I think I can do that," I said with a grin.
I walked into the half bath and find the mostly white shirt with small blue stripes that you were talking about hanging on the back of the door. I used the restroom not knowing where my evening was going to go. I removed the clothing and undies I wore there, and set them on the floor like I did last time. I felt like this might become a routine each time I came to see you.
I freshened myself up and noticed that it looked like you put out fresh towels on the rack. Using one like I did last time, I placed it on the sink when I was done. I put on your shirt which smelled so much like you. It gave me a feeling of warmth and comfort. Feeling more secure because I was somewhat covered, I left the bathroom and returned back to you in the kitchen.
"You can finish your wine if you like, but I do want to check you out in my shirt. Can you turn around for me?"
I turn around, and you come up behind holding my hips gently. Then you lift your shirt up off my butt so that it was exposed to you.
"There is that beautiful ass that I've missed for the past 5 days. Bethany, it has been driving me crazy seeing you in your dresses at work knowing how sexy you look naked under them."
"You are so bad for me, Steven. It's sexy to think you have imagined me at work. I hope I haven't distracted you too much", as I laugh.
"Oh sweetheart, you are a very welcome distraction," you said as your hands massage the cheeks of my butt. You were still behind me as your hands move back to my hips, under your shirt. But you lift your hands up my sides to find the sides of my breasts, lifting your shirt up with them. Your hands came around cupping my breasts, one in each hand and it felt so good again to feel your hands on me.
You pinched my nipples between your fingers gently, and a wave of pleasure started to go through my body, exciting me for more. You pulled me closer to your front and I can feel your body and manhood pressing into my back. Your hands slide down my belly as I tilt my head back, and they continue until they are at the tops of my legs. One hand returns back to my left boob, but your right hand slowly explores my mound near my clit.
"I love how smooth you are there. Thank you for keeping it shaved for me, its so hot and sexy feeling you bare"
I felt you gently caressing the front of my mound and tummy just above as my breathing deepened and increased. I was pretty sure I could feel your dick growing in your jeans, which started to turn me on even more knowing I could create a reaction with you. I could feel my wetness start even without you getting that intimate with my pussy yet.
Your hands somewhat retreated back towards my hips and you step back saying "I would like to take you downstairs and show you my shop. You can bring the rest of your wine with you if you like."
"Sure, I would love to see anything else of your house you want to show me."
As we walked through the living room I felt the fabric of your shirt ruffle against my bare body. You had excited my nipples some and I felt them more sensitive against the movement of the shirt. You opened the door to the basement and I followed your lead down the steps.
I wasn't sure what I was expecting your basement to look like, but it wasn't finished. Parts of it had boxes that you were storing, along with your bicycle and some old workout machines, but much of it was your workshop where you like building and making things as your hobby. There were tables and tools and saws around various places. In the middle of your shop was a big wood work table. You said you used it as a big surface to put many of your projects together. It wasn't a tall table, more like a bed height.
"So what do you think of it down here?"
"It's really interesting that you know how to use these tools to make and build things. And you have a cool space you can do it. Very much a guy space," I said as jokingly smiled.
"Thats one thing I liked about this house is having the space that I can create things and have my shop set up." Then with a short pause you continued, "How would you feel if my basement was where most of my bondage and restraint ideas happen?"
"Oh ok, ummm. It is a little cold down here, you know. But I guess in a way maybe this is like your sex dungeon," I said as I nervously laugh it off.
"Well I can see about trying to make it a little warmer. But I have a feeling things will warm up enough for you you won't feel too cold," you quickly quip back.
I felt my body creating goosebumps as we talked about the coldness.
"So if you are willing to experiment with me some, I want to try some restraint with you."
"Right now?", asking as if it was a surprise, but in reality I was expecting it to be part of the evening.
"Yes, right now, and right here on my work table," you say as I'm thinking to myself how dominant you are right now. Your assertiveness is turning me on more than I expected. The thrill of the unknown and trying to put my trust in you.
"Go ahead and take off my shirt and I want you to lay down on the table with your head up that end," as you motion what direction you want me to lay down on.
I took off your shirt and you stretched out your arm to take it from me. "You want me to lay down facing up?"
"Yes facing up, please."
"And you are not going to do anything to hurt me or be weird about, right?"
"You trust me, right? Nothing has changed from our conversations about what we both like. I know your limits, and I would never do anything to you that I already know you wouldn't like."
"Yes, I trust you. It just feels a little scary I guess. But I trust you."
"We are doing this together. Some nervousness is normal, and it's cute and sexy that you are willing to try this with me, Bethany."
"Ok," I reply. I was partially nervous and partially excited to try something new with you. Lot of mixed emotions. I put my hands on the table and lifted my knee up to push myself up on it, and felt the hardness and coldness of the somewhat rough unfinished wood. I knew roughly how you wanted me to lay on it, so I position myself facing up with my head in the area that you said. You had the lights on and there was a light right above the table. I remember looking up at the glare of it, feeling very exposed and my body brightly lit.
I covered my boobs with one arm, with the other arm at my side on the table, and kept my legs closed. I saw you get a big roll of grey plastic strap off one of the other tables and put it on the table beside me. At the time I wasn't sure what it was for. Then you got your drill and a box of screws and a big scissor cutter. You took the roll of plastic and cut off a piece about 6 inches long. The plastic was somewhat stiff but soft enough to bend. I was still covering myself partially and nervously watching what you were doing around me. You did't really say anything the whole time.
After you cut the strap, you take the arm that I was using to cover my boobs and lifted it from me and stretched it out and a little above my shoulders beside me. I didn't resist, but deeper down I am apprehensive of what you are doing, and at the same time I am also feeling a sense of excitement that what we discussed many evenings is finally happening. You talked about many possible ways of bondage, and I knew this might be just one of many ways you wanted to try it with me. I was willing to try any of them.
Even under the bright light I stayed brave and resisted the urge to recover my breasts with my free arm. I knew you would be taking that arm away from me probably next anyway. With my one arm outstretched on the table above my shoulders, you took the strap and placed it on the table beside my wrist. You took the drill with a screw and screwed one end of the strap down to the table.
You pulled the strap over my wrist and pushed the other end to the table and screwed it down with your drill, but not too tightly. My right arm wasn't going anywhere now. The feeling of you using screws really heightened the seriousness of how restrained you were making me. I had thoughts of what if something happened to you and I was stuck on this table. God forbid that someone finds me strapped to this table!
You cut another piece of strap. You moved around to the other side of the table and you took my left arm and outstretched it to the other side. You did the same thing with the drill and screws. I knew eventually you would get down to my legs and I tried to relax my body. I could feel my leg tensely clamping themselves together as a natural reaction. I tried to overcome that.
You walked back over to above my head and leaned your body over to caress my outstretched arms with your fingers, somewhat tickling me on the undersides of my arms. As your hands came back inwards they found their way to my breasts, and the warmth of your hands felt so good compared to the cool air in the room.
Your hands rubbing me was also arousing me more as they worked their way down the sides of my body to my hips and across to my stomach. You rubbed my front for a few minutes, then you proceeded to cut more straps off of the roll.
