Hey everyone, this is my first real story. I wanted to write a story that is plausible and that does include things like safe words, limits, and the negotiation that the first stages of a new relationship comes with. I hope you'll enjoy it, and let me know what you think in the comments!
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There I was, standing in front of a closed museum. Waiting for the man I've been messaging with to arrive. I knew what he looked like, I'd seen his handiwork on his profile, I'd seen his extensive friend list, so I knew I would probably be safe. My body must have missed that memo though, because I was shivering like I was freezing. I checked my phone again for the time. Three minutes past eight. I was just scrolling through my notifications when someone tapped on my shoulder. I looked up and I was looking right into the face I'd seen on the photos. He was slightly taller than I was, and knew where the gym was, by the looks of it.
"Hey, you're Mark, right?" he said while he smiled. "I'm Lex, but you knew that al-ready. Sorry for suggesting to meet here, I totally forgot that the museum closes early on Wednesday nights." He seemed totally calm and relaxed, already in control.
"No problem, I should have known too, I have lived nearby for years now. You would think that I'd know these things by know, but this city keeps surprising you." His apparent calmness made me also a bit more relaxed, a bit more present.
"Haha, yeah, it has a way of keeping you on your toes, that's for sure. We can walk around for a bit, there isn't really another spot to talk around here though. There used to be a coffee spot over there that was open until late, but they relocated last month. So, I didn't want to do this right away, but we could also go back to my place. It's a three-minute walk from here," he said while gesturing in a direction of some apartments. "Only if you want, we can still take a walk if you feel that's too fast," he added hastily.
I thought about it for a moment. He seemed to genuinely care about my safety and my comfort and had thought about meeting here to make it easier. He was thoughtful and considerate, which made trusting him easier. "We can go to your place, that's fine. It probably talks easier as well."
A smile of relief spread across Lex' face. "Sure, let's go." He led me to an apartment building nearby. I knew that this neighborhood was quite fancy, it must cost quite a penny to live here. He must have seen me looking at the building. "Yeah, it's a nice place. Not as big as you would think though, although that may be a matter of perspective. It's one of the upper ones." We got off the elevator on the upper floor, and he unlocked the front door. "Please take your shoes off," His voice sounded gentle and polite, but there was a slightly dominant quality to it as well.
After we both had taken our shoes off and Lex had put away our coats, he led me to the living room. The rooms were quite spacious, but I hadn't seen that many doors in the hallway. I got the feeling the apartment was quite big, but didn't have many rooms, instead making the fewer rooms quite big. There were big windows with a sliding door which lead to a rooftop patio, and the whole room was styled quite nicely. Quite modern.
"Wow, it's really nice," I blurted out. "Way better than my small apartment."
Lex chuckled. "Thanks. I've been quite lucky indeed. And I remember those small apartments from when I just started working, still glad that I have a bit more space now." Lex was, according to his profile, seven years older than I was. I had just turned 23 a month before.
"Come, sit down, we have a lot to talk about." He sat down on his couch, and gestured to the arm chair. As I sat down, he continued: "We can make this a bit more interesting now we're talking here, if you want. You can still say no if you don't want to, and at any time while we're talking. What do you say?" Again, his thoughtfulness and consideration made it easier to give in to both our desires, and I nodded. He smiled and walked over to a drawer in the corner of the room. I heard metal clanking, and he came back with two pair of handcuffs in his hand. He showed me the keys and lay them before me on the coffee table. "You can reach them from there, so if you feel uncomfortable you can always free yourself, okay?" I nodded again. "Good. Hold your hands in front of you." His tone of voice shifted slightly, more dominant, more di-rect, but still with a friendly undertone. I held up my hands together, and he locked one cuff around my wrist, looked at me with a slight smile, and locked the other cuff to my remaining wrist. I felt the blood pumping faster in my veins, and I felt my cock stiffening. I smiled as well, knowing that this was what I wanted. Lex got on his knees and grabbed one of my ankles. "Can't have you running away now, can we?" he said with a very jokingly undertone, and he locked my other ankle as well. "So. Now, that's a better way to talk. Nothing hurts?" He looked at me with a comforting smile. I shook my head.
