It had been cold but not wet, one of those crisp winter days when the low sun and crisp air makes everything look more picturesque. Of course the heat of summer would have been nice, but that brings out the crowds that takes away some of the joy. A day spent strolling along the beach, eating chips and wearing hat and gloves.
On reaching the cottage we had stripped of our thermals, lit the wood fire and sunk into the sofa, the television was on but only for back ground noise as we napped. I had woken before you and showered before running you a hot bath. I woke you and led you up the stairs. Whilst you relaxed in the bubbles I laid out your outfit for dinner before returning to the sofa.
When you entered the bedroom you found the outfit I had left you. A delicate corset with attached suspenders, sheer stockings and a simple sleek black dress. The thought of not wearing panties bought confusion; you had often talked of the fun of teasing me by turning up to dinner pantiless and then whispering the fact into my ear to tease me, but you had never actually gone through with it. Would you accept what had been laid out or choose to override me. You took the risk and went with what was provided. As a lover of the outdoors, country pubs normally involved a thick fleece and walking boots. Never had you looked like a city girl so out of place.
Dinner went in a whirl. To start with you acted self-consciously, especially when we had to perch at the bar whilst waiting for our table, but slowly you relaxed into you outfit: rubbing your foot against my leg moving it up further as you became more confident and even sitting so the waiter could catch sight of your stocking tops as he tried to serve the other customers.
When we returned home the wood fire embers were still glowing, but as you walked across to the sofa, I walked up behind you, stopped you, leant down to nibble your ear and then whispered into you ear that tonight you were mine and had to trust me. You paused slightly and then nodded. I reached into my pocket and extracted a blindfold, slipping it over you beautiful sleek hair before plunging you into darkness.
I led you up stairs and into the bedroom. You tried to remove your dress but I stopped you. I turned you so that the end of the bed was against the back of your legs and then gently pushed you backwards. I climbed on top of you, and started to stroke you're your face, letting you feel my breath against your lips, knowing I was close but not close enough to kiss. You went to reach up to hold me, but I whispered no into your ear. Your hands fell back to your side.
I took your right hand and raised it above your head; you felt it being surrounded by the coldness of metal. A shiver ran through your body, I thought you were going to speak, but instead you raised you left had into place. Another click and you were immobilised.
We kissed, gently, just on the lips, slowly I worked my way to your neck, finding the spot, the one that makes you want to do anything to please me. Your breathing increased in intensity. The time was now right. I slowly inched my way down your body, stroking your curves as I went. When I reached your legs I placed one knee inside your thighs. As I reached your knees my second knee joined my first. You were fully dressed but had never felt more exposed, knowing that soon I would be able to see the tops of your naked thighs. I continued to work down further sliding my hands down your slender legs until I was kneeling on the floor looking along your legs. I spread your legs further and saw your lips part before your cheeks started to blush. Whilst stroking your right leg with my left had I reached under the bed and found the second restraint. You knew you were going to be my toy tonight.
After both legs were bound I stood and exited the room. You heard my footsteps enter the bathroom. You heard the sound of me undressing and longed for my return. As I returned you could tell that tonight was going to be different. The sound of my feet was different; there were too many steps for one person. Fear gripped you. Here you were, tied to a bed, only protected by the thin dress that had crept up your thighs as they were retrained apart. Why would I bring another man to use you? Why would I want to see you bring pleasure to a friend or rival? How could I treat you like this? You heard the footsteps move up to the bed and then the weight of two people being added to the mattress; one on your left and one on your right.
Your felt two hands slide onto you knee and gently start to rub down your calf. And then you realised. There was still only one man in the room. You had never done anything more than kiss a girl whilst drunk at uni, but not you were in no position to protest as you felt the hands move up your thighs and slide your dress up further. Your most intimate parts were on display to a girl that you had never seen. The hands continued to slide up further, inching closer to your spread pussy lips; you took a deep breath waiting for the first contact that didn't come. The hands choosing to stay outside your lips and slide up over your stomach and up to your covered breasts.