SCENES IN PERSON 04: FIRST TIME TIED UP
SCENES IN PERSON (a series)
Scene 4 - First Time Tied Up
Readers
: This is the fourth in a series of stand-alone erotic scenes. They are not stories with plot lines and developed characters. You are the characters in the scene.
Female readers - choose the man you want to tie you up. Oh really, a different man than you imagined yourself with in the earlier scenes? Perfect. Fantasy is all about going beyond your everyday? And, never mind that it was you I imagined when I wrote this.
Male readers - choose the woman you want to tie up in this scene. Any woman, real or imagined.
Couples reading together - it might be simpler. Or maybe you should talk?
These scenes are presented first person, present tense.
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"These cuffs are genuine mink." I pause to look at your face as I secure the cuff around your right ankle. "Did you know that?"
Your only response is
big eyes
, watching me uncomfortably because you're naked and I'm clothed. And you're surprisingly disconcerted, because I'm tying an ankle before either wrist. It's thrown you off balance.
I knew it would.
That's why I started with an ankle.
And to watch you. With only an ankle secured, you've already spread your hands and other leg to the corners of the bed. Presenting yourself.
You can't imagine how much it excites me to watch you surrender your beautiful body that way.
I
do
see mild apprehension spread like a headline across the naked front page of your body. But that's not all I see. I see cheeks coloring. I see nipples grown stiff before I've even breathed on them. Before I've touched and rolled or licked them. Before I've taken and -
oh so dangerously
- held them in my shiny teeth.
I see your heartbeat and quickening breath.
I sense your intoxicating mix of fear and arousal.
I smell it.
But there's no ambivalence between your legs. You're soaking wet.
In spite of your fear, or heightened by it?
And when I pull your now fur-cuffed ankle tight to the corner, and secure it, I see lovely pink showing.
Oh...it's more than showing isn't it? Your sex is showing off, glistening and inviting my heat into your wet embrace.
FUCK
. My heartbeat and breathing now match yours.
I knew you'd be all squirmy
,
but thought I'd be calm. Instead my cock aches to be inside you, fucking you. Calm's been washed away by your body's brazen seduction and my desire for you is etched on my face. You see it and a
most unladylike
eagerness replaces your apprehension.
I pull my gaze from the seduction between your legs to look at your face again. I see your lascivious hunger, and allow a smile to form on my lips. A mischievous smile that's also curiously sinister.
Your apprehension creeps back in.
You watch me move from your right ankle, around the foot of the bed and up to your left wrist. I move as if I have all the time in the world - because I do. You're once again discomfited by my choice.
Why am I tying you at opposite corners first?
I take your left forearm and secure the mink cuff to your wrist. Your wrist looks girlish in my weathered hands.
You're watching my hands.
I'm watching your face. "I didn't kill one." I say.
You look at me in question.
"A mink. I didn't kill a mink to make these fur cuffs. I cut them out of a very expensive coat."
I'm caressing your arm. The mink caresses your wrist.
I stretch your arm above your head and secure it to the corner of the bed. You flush.
That's what gets you, isn't it?
Having your hands bound above your head. Exposed and powerless to deny tender touch or brutal grab. Woman, for defilement. We'd grown to be familiar lovers that day weeks ago, and I was already inside you, when I first pinned your hands above your head. You became feral on my cock. I knew then I'd be tying you up soon. Well... soon is now, my dear.
And isn't this cabin the perfect place to tie you up? The bed is fashioned from barn wood beams, now rubbed smooth. This room is open windows all round, with a light breeze blowing through.
Is that why you're goose bumped? And trembling?
This is our stage in the pines, alongside a Great Lake. If you scream, a bear might hear you. Perhaps a rabbit and the wolf hunting it. Songbirds will hear you, and maybe even sing along with your excited song? There aren't other people to hear you. You're free to scream as wildly as you desire. It doesn't bother me. Quite the opposite.
I'm going to love hearing you scream.
Just thinking about it is hardening my cock.
I lean down until my mouth is at your ear and whisper so softly you barely hear me. Even the breeze seems louder than my voice. "Half-way my dear." My fingers trace your jawline as I breathe into your ear. "What should I tie next? Your other hand or your foot?"
You don't answer.
"It might be important, which you choose?" I softly tease.
Still silence. You're wondering,
Why is it important - what am I missing?
"
OK then," walking back around the foot of the bed to your other arm, "we'll do your other hand." Arriving, I lift your hand and entwine my fingers with yours. Your graceful fingers look delicate, weaved in my weathered ones. I love twining our fingers together, especially when you're not expecting it. It's a way of silently speaking to you with my hand,