Dinner At My Place

At around lunchtime, I had sent you a text saying: "I want to invite you to dinner at my place tonight. There's a key under the mat, please let yourself in." I figured just dinner being prepared for you would already be a nice surprise after such a long day at work, but we both knew that it wouldn't be just dinner. I spent that afternoon cleaning up my place, making sure the bedsheets were fresh, smelling like flowers. After vacuuming the entire apartment, I headed out to do groceries. There was one pasta dish I enjoyed making so much, so I grabbed all the ingredients and went back home, getting everything ready. I took a peek at the clock and saw that you were almost done with work already, I had to hurry. I started cooking, hoping everything would be ready as soon as you arrived. A few minutes before it was done, when there was nothing more I could do besides wait, I used that time to get changed.

In my closet I found an outfit I hadn't worn in such a long time. It was a black dress with belts along my waist, functioning as a corset while the shoulders were puffy and the skirt was wide. But I knew I needed to add an extra detail, so I grabbed some rope. I took off everything I wore except for my panties and my jewelry. Almost fully nude, I headed back to the kitchen. The food looked good, and a little taste confirmed that, so all I had to do was tend to it and make sure I wasn't overcooking it. I decided that I would wear a rope harness, also known as a hishi karada, under my dress. It was a tie I knew by heart, but despite my knowledge about it, the many knots and intertwining ropes always made me take some time to properly tie myself like this. Between the tying of knots, the stirring of pots and the peeking at clocks, I felt my nerves grow stronger. We didn't have to do anything, as I merely invited you to dinner, but based on our previous experiences together, it could be said that no dinner was just an ordinary meal.

All tied and dressed up, I set the table, making sure to light two long red candles standing near the edge of the table. I contemplated dimming the lights already, but I had a few more things to do with only a couple minutes to spare. I placed the food on the table, letting the pan rest on the hotplate I had set up to keep the food warm if you were to get delayed on your way. Now it was time to dim the lights, although that was not the final bit of preparation I intended to do. I hoped it would not overwhelm you, but I had no interest in waiting for you while walking or standing around. I planned on giving you a warm welcome straight from the start. Now right in front of the door, I kneeled down, sitting between the kitchen and the living room. Before I could even spread my legs and place my hands on my knees with my palms facing the sky, I heard footsteps approaching. They got louder and louder until they stopped. My heart was racing, feeling like it would fly out of my chest as soon as I heard a key enter the lock.

The door slowly opened and I finally got to see you. My nerves hadn't allowed for my heart to calm down, and I really had to compose myself as soon as I saw you. Your eyes showed slight surprise and that feeling was only to be confirmed when I looked at your lips. It did however not take long for those lips to turn into a smirk. You took off your coat, hanging it next to the door, revealing to me the floral patterned blouse you were wearing. As you turned back to face me, I noticed how your hair, perfectly framing your face, fell over your shoulders. Its dark colors contrasted the lighter fabric nicely, drawing my attention towards it. I hadn't said a word yet, hadn't moved a muscle yet and was probably staring at you as the sound of you clearing your throat snapped me back to the moment. Struggling to find the right words, I stammered a little. "Oh right sorry. Hey Miss Lauren. I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation tonight. Please, make yourself at home. Dinner is ready, shall we?"

As you looked down at me while I spoke, you saw me on my knees. My black hair was brushed, yet still on the messy side. The dress was even blacker than my hair, its puffy shoulders stood out. My collarbones were not hidden by the dress, but the tips of my hair had kept them covered. You could see a silver necklace around my neck and if you looked really carefully, you could also notice a strand of black rope running along either side of my neck. If you looked further down, the next thing that stood out was my waist. It was already pretty slim, but the belts of this dress only accentuated it more. The pale skin of my arms stood out against the blackness of the dress under it, as my hands rested on my knees. I wore a silver bracelet around my right wrist, and a silver ring on my left ring finger. The ring was decorated with a small green gem, though it was hidden, touching my bare knee.

You walked past me into the kitchen, I hesitated to get up at first, but when I heard you move the chair to sit down, I made my way to the kitchen as well. After a minute, hoping you'd excuse my tardiness, I approached the table, presenting a bottle of red wine and a carafe of water, both with the appropriate glasses. "I didn't know what you usually drink when dining, so I wanted to offer you two options, one being free of alcohol." I set everything on the table, making sure the label of the wine bottle was facing you, then sat down opposite you. I turned off the hotplate, only now allowing the food to slowly start cooling down. I waited for you to make your decision of drink and poured you a glass, before filling my own with water. I instructed you to "Please take as much food as you like, there is plenty." and after you had filled your plate, I did the same with mine.

A few bites into our dinner, I asked you about your day at work. I enjoyed hearing about your day, about all the things you had done, some with pleasure, some without pleasure. My own day was quite uneventful except for the preparation for tonight, so when you returned the question, my answer was brief. Not much else was discussed during our meal, which I took as a compliment regarding my cooking. When it was time for dessert, I once more offered you a choice. I had various desserts, but I could also make you a cup of coffee to your liking. I myself had eaten too much already, so while you enjoyed your dessert, I kneeled down next to you, hoping to reinforce the tone I wanted to set for the night.

After you had finished your dessert, I offered you the chance to relax on my couch, with the option to turn on the tv as well. You made your way to the living room as I cleaned the table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. As I walked into the living room, I saw you sitting on the couch, looking at your phone, possibly texting or doing something else. I had no way to tell. You didn't seem to notice me immediately, so I took a few seconds to stare at you, taking in how lucky I had gotten to share a dinner and hopefully a night with someone as gorgeous as yourself. It amazed me how your beauty was so evident, so prominent even while doing the simplest of things.

Not wanting to get caught staring, I approached you. Nervous because of what I wanted to ask you, I held my hands together in front of my hips, fingers fiddling with one another. You seemed to notice this and looked up at me while your phone disappeared back into your pocket. Your softly smiling lips parted and you asked me: "What's wrong dear?" Somehow your kind concern only made me more nervous and I stammered: "No- no! Nothing is wrong, on the contrary even. Thank you for sharing this dinner with me. I- I was just wondering, you've worked so hard, you must be exhausted, not just your mind, but also your body. So please, allow me to relieve you of your shoes and massage your feet, but do not let me interrupt the fun you were having." There I stood, as nervous as before, if not more now, awaiting your answer.

You gave me your permission, so without hesitation I dropped to my knees once more, taking your shoe off the foot you had so generously offered me. I placed it on the carpeted ground before taking off your other shoe as well. Without saying anything, I got up and walked towards the front door, neatly placing your shoes under your hanging coat. As soon as I returned I assumed the same position I had found myself earlier. I picked up both of your feet and placed them on my thighs, as even though you were still wearing socks, my body would be warmer than the floor. Taking one of your feet in my hands, I slowly started to apply more pressure as my fingers moved along each of your tendons. Gently kneading, I hoped I was doing it right. I was no expert at giving massages, but my touch was soft and I knew I wasn't hurting you.

Tilting my head up slightly, I looked into your eyes, not expecting them to look back at me. I had told you I didn't want to interrupt the fun you were having, so I had just assumed you would grab your phone again. Blushing from knowing you were not just feeling, but also watching what I was doing, I resumed. I gently hooked my fingers around the edges of your sock and slowly took it off, looking up at you, seeking any signs that you wanted me to stop, but there were none. Now holding your bare foot, I couldn't help but stare for just a second or two before continuing to massage you the way I was doing before, this time without the fabric separating my fingers from your skin.

It didn't take too long for me to want even more, I wanted to place my lips on your skin, but I didn't want to seem overeager so I kept quiet. Those thoughts did turn me on even more, so I tried to just focus on the task at hand, but you bent forward, getting your face closer to mine. I thought you were going to say something, but instead your hand reached for my neck and after tracing the silver of my necklace all the way to the back of my neck, you slid you hand upwards and grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at you. It was like you could read my mind, though I had no doubt the look on my face was giving my thoughts away. You looked down into my eyes as you asked me if I was enjoying myself. I couldn't even give you a proper answer, as all I could do was whimper. Your foot was still resting on my leg and when I failed to answer, I felt you increase the pressure, not causing pain, but giving motivation. Still stammering, I answered: "Y- yes." to which you only increased the pressure. It was getting uncomfortable now, only making my whimpers worse, but gathering all the strength I had, I managed to give you a proper answer. "Yes M- Miss Lauren." could be heard if you listened carefully, as my voice was soft. I always spoke softly when feeling as small as you were making me feel.

You placed both your feet on the carpet once more and pulled me up towards you, holding just my hair. I groaned but it was no secret that I enjoyed having my hair pulled. You made me climb onto the couch with you, sitting on your lap, facing you. I stared at your lips as I bit my own, not hard enough to tear my skin, but I was so caught up in my thoughts, that it wasn't far from it either. I didn't dare to do anything without your permission, so I sat perfectly still. You hand moved from the back of my head back towards my face, tracing the edge of my jaw with your thumb before you used it to part my lips and slide it between them. Not hesitating, my tongue started to dance in circles around it, coating it in a layer of my saliva. I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly and I closed my eyes, just taking everything you allowed me to have.

It seemed like you were in a certain mood too, as you withdrew your thumb from my mouth and placed your lips on mine. My lips were still slightly parted, so you took advantage of this and searched for my tongue with yours. As soon as they met, you withdrew again, teasing me with your taste, leaving me longing for more. My breathing got heavier and faster, my eyes were desperately searching for your lips. I was greedy and at this point I didn't care what kind of punishment I would get for my greed, so I tilted my head and leaned forwards, letting my lips find your cheek. You didn't seem to mind, or you might have just been letting me get in trouble more so you could punish me harder, but at this point I couldn't care less. I wanted to show you how much I adored you, how much love you deserved and how much pleasure I was going to give you. My kisses wandered from you cheek all the way up to your ear, softly placing your earlobe between my lips and gently sucking on it before moving downwards along the muscles in your neck. I refused to stop, getting more and more eager as my touches moved from one side to another, making sure to cover your entire neck in kisses. I was gentle at places where your body was more delicate, and rougher where I found only muscles beneath your skin.

Where you kept your composure, I failed. You pulled my hair once more, making me look up at the ceiling before returning the favor of covering my neck in smooches and even adding in some little nibbles, marking my neck in various ways. I could not hold back my moans for much longer, and this only seemed to motivate you to keep going, getting more intense as time went on. Desperate to be even closer to you, I tried to kiss you back whenever I could. You had turned me into a mess already.

By now you had definitely spotted the black ropes resting on my collarbones on either side of my neck. You only confirmed my suspicions when you ran your finger along the rope, following it as it disappeared behind my back. The kisses stopped and while searching for eye contact, your gaze was focused on the rope. You hooked your finger under it, slightly pulling at the already tight harness, and I could feel it through my entire body. For now you could only wonder where that rope went, how it decorated my body under this dress. But when you're in a position of power, like you were, you don't have to just wonder. I was still shy, but I could not refuse an order from you, so I started to take off the dress. After unbuckling the belts around my waist, I could take it off, throwing it onto a chair in the corner of the room. I was less careful and delicate when handling my own things, than I was while touching yours.

I stood there in front of you, wearing just my panties, rope harness and jewelry. You could see how tight the rope was, making dents in my skin. It framed my small cups perfectly, making them seem just a little bit bigger. You stood up too and even though we were roughly the same height, I felt so small in front of you. After you slowly walked in a circle around me, really looking at and taking in every single detail, you were once more in front of me. It was only now that I realized you could also see my necklace properly for the first time, with two little keys dangling from it where a pendant would have been. My panties were stuck in place because of the rope harness, so there was no way for me to fully strip just yet. When you obviously knew what was going on you smiled, smirked even, and without saying a word, you grabbed me by one on the knots on my stomach and started to walk towards the bedroom. I had no choice but to follow you, yelping as I felt the ropes tightening with every step, with every pull.

When we got to my bedroom, you effortlessly tossed me onto my queen sized bed. It made me giggle as I lied there, bouncing up and down on the mattress. You, still fully dressed except for your socks, gently sat down next to me, and when I looked up at you, I once more felt small. It was obvious that you had every intention of taking this further, and when our eyes met each other, it seemed like the desires we had were shared between us. You reached for my chest and started playing with my sensitive skin like I was just a toy to you. Getting caught by surprise, my hand wasn't quick enough to cover my mouth and stop my first moan. That same devious smile could be seen on your face again, as you listened to my whimpers caused by your touch.

You lied down next to me and that was enough of a sign for me to sit up straight and stop caring about my own pleasure, focusing solely on yours. I swung one leg over yours and sat down on your lap. I leaned forwards, getting my face closer to yours, knowing there was no way you wouldn't feel my cage pressing against your body. I had one desire, one thing I wanted to do most out of anything in this world right now. I gathered the courage and asked. "May I worship your body please Miss Lauren?" You made it clear enough that everything I did was done for your pleasure, and therefore at your pace. Happy to get to do what I loved doing most, I started kissing your neck once more. I didn't want to go too slow, tease you too much, so as soon as I reached your shoulders, I started unbuttoning your blouse.

When I carefully slid your arms out of the sleeves of your blouse, I made sure to cover them in kisses as well. After placing your blouse neatly at the foot of my bed, where it wouldn't be disturbed, I took another good look at you, now only wearing your top and jeans. Hesitantly I grabbed your wrist and placed your hand above your head. This gave me perfect access to your underarms, letting me kiss them at first. I knew this could be a sensitive spot, a ticklish one too, so I was careful, yet unafraid to slowly increase the intensity. In the end I traced my tongue along your muscles and tendons, not stopping before the whole area was shiny because of my tongue.

After doing the same on the other side, I reached down once more, hooking my fingers under the edge of my shirt. I looked up at your face and when I saw no signs of warning, I lifted up your top until the edge was just below your bra. My kisses resumed right around your belly button, not wanting to go too low just yet. I went in circles, slowly going more outwards until I was stopped by your jeans on one side and your shirt on the other. Your whole abdomen was showered in kisses, alternated by a few soft licks as well. I couldn't get enough of you. I wanted to lift up your shirt even further, taking it off even, and when you allowed me to do so, I got to see your entire upper body, only covered by your bra. This was a sight I could never have dreamt of, an image I would never forget. I stared, and stared, failing to keep my lips together as my jaw dropped. You had come here straight from work, wearing ordinary work clothes, and just a regular bra. But someone as beautiful as you didn't need lingerie to frame her perfect chest, someone as gorgeous as you wouldn't need anything to be as enticing as you were.

You caught me staring, and allowed me to for just a little while before taking matters into your own hands. With a smile on your face you reached for the knot on my stomach once more, pulling it and with it pulling me back to reality. "Sorry I.. I got lost for a second." I said truthfully. I leaned back down and started to kiss your neck once more, not wanting to go much lower immediately. You took this time to reach for my own neck, stealing the necklace and wearing it yourself. This made me twitch in my cage, whimper, yet I didn't want to speak a word about it. I moved my lips and tongue along your collarbones, treating them with much care, as I knew the skin here could be very sensitive too. I presumed you didn't know collarbones were one of my weaknesses, and I liked to keep it that way, but it only made my straining worse.

I proceeded to kiss along the edge of your bra straps, telling me not to be afraid that I would go too far, reassuring myself that you would stop me if I did. I felt myself leaking into my panties as I got to feel the soft tissue of your breast under my lips. I made sure to be gentle and not push your bra to the side just yet, as I was more than happy with what I was given so far. My hands were resting on your lowest ribs and abdomen, careful not to apply too much pressure while staying under the edge of your bra. I slowly let my hands slip to your sides and behind your back while I continued to kiss you, but here you grabbed my arms and pulled them to the side, causing me to lose my balance and landing face first on your chest. Once I got back up I looked into your eyes, wondering what I did wrong. You told me not to go too fast, that you were not going to take off your bra if you were still wearing your jeans. It all made perfect sense, and I felt silly for not thinking of that myself. You didn't seem too upset though, since you let me sit next to you as I unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down.