Why I am standing here displaying myself in chains?
There I was looking fantastic, naked, standing with my ankles, wrist and nipples chained. I have a beautiful tall athletic body which features medium length wavy black hair, light brown skin, with medium/large size breasts with protruding nipples. I am a mixed racial woman with Black, Mexican, and Chinese heritage. My father is half Black and Mexican and my mother is Chinese. I am fortune enough to speak English, Chinese, and Spanish (learned from my grandmother).
Was I happy about standing here naked and in chains? "Yes". How did it come about? Let me explain.
Presently I am 23 years old. This series of events started on my 22nd birthday (February 29th).
For my 22nd birthday celebration a group of my best girlfriends took me out to a restaurant/bar establishment. It was somewhat of a big event being that it was a year with 29 days in February. The four of us were sitting on stools at the middle of the bar having a good time gossiping, drinking, and making fun of each other. Two of my friends were married and the third was engaged. I was the only one with no prospect of marital bliss.
As often happens with a group of women who are at a bar, guys will approach them to try and pick one or more of them up. Tonight, was no exception to that rule. At the far end of the bar there were five guys looking our way trying to get a signal from us to approach us. Since my three girlfriends were unavailable and had no intention of stepping out on their significant others and I, as the only unattached woman, was not interested in dealing with guys on my birthday, there were no signals emanating from us to these guys.
Being men on the hunt, our lack of a signal didn't stop four of them from approaching us and trying to initiate a conversation. My three girlfriends stood between them and me, providing me some degree protection. After a minute, for some reason, my attention was drawn to the one guy who did not come over to our group. He appeared to be about thirty years old. He was sitting there looking down at his drink. He was tall, athletic, and rather handsome. He seemed to be lost in deep thought. The next instance, without realizing how I got there, I found myself standing next to his stool saying hello and introducing myself to him.
"Hi, my name is Te."
He looked up from the fog that he was in, "Sorry what did you say your name is?"
"It is Te, which means 'Special' in Chinese."
He gave me that once over look and said, "Yes you are. My name is Hector."
I then responded, "So, you are the Tamer of Horses."
"What do you mean, Tamer of Horses?"
"That is from Homer's lliad. Hector the great Trojan warrior was known as the Tamer of Horses."
It turned out to be very ironic how the meaning of ours names was to be a significant factor in our lives.
I could see that something was causing him some anguish. We started talking and his mood light up considerably. The conversation between us just flowed. We clicked. I invited him and his friends to join my friends in celebrating my birthday. We all talked, danced, and ate birthday cake until the bar closing time. Hector and I exchanged phones numbers as we are leaving the bar. That night changed my life.
The next day, Hector called and asked me out. We agreed to meet at the same restaurant where I had my birthday party. We had a very pleasant dinner during which we learned a lot about each other. We talk about our up bring and our family lives.
Hector is from El Salvador. He came to America as a 10-year-old. He was separated from his mother who moved to the East coast while he lived in Washington State and was raised by his aunt's family. His aunt had two girls and no son. Even though his aunt treated him as one of her family, he never felt part of the family. He longed to be with his mother. So, he could never rectify this feeling of abandonment. He never mentioned anything about his father.
I was raised in the Los Angeles area. In my family, my father and mother were both "A" personalities. My father had very strong feelings that marriage was for life and that the children of that family should never be raised in a broken home. As my parents "A" personalities clashed, for the sake of the marriage and the children, my father took somewhat of a backseat to my mother in a lot of things during the marriage. However, as we grow in age to the point where my two older brothers were in college and I was in last part of my senior year of high school, he had had enough of giving in to my mother to preserve the family unit. He told my mother that when I graduated from high school that he was going to divorce her. They separated during the final two months of my senior year and their divorce was finalized within a year's time.
The more we spoke the more I found myself being attracted to this man. He was good looking, intelligent, friendly, and with a good sense of humor. In that womanly way, I could see that he was attracted to me.
After that night, we started dating on a regular base, doing all the things that dating couples do. The most enjoyable times for me, were times that we just spent together alone in each other company, at home, riding in the car, going to the movies, and especially the great conversation we had during dinners. We told each other all the things going on in our lives and how we though we wanted our individual lives to be. The interesting part about our individual future visions was how close they were to each other.
The most amazing thing about our developing relationship was that every time I needed some sort of help (from small to important things), Hector was always there to give me what I needed. I realized he did these things not to show off or whatever, he did them because I needed his help. He did them for me. He truly loved me.
In a short time, I truly reciprocated that love from this man (something I had never experienced before).
I was never one who had sex early into a dating relationship. I have had only two instances where I had sex with a man, neither was fulfilling. If a man could not wait until I was ready, that was a sure sign that he didn't really respected or love me. Hector never put any pressure on me to have sex, which made me love him even more. We kissed a lot and occasionally, when we hugged; his hand would wander down onto my butt or stroke the sides of my breasts. Other than that, he never pushed the issue.
After four months of dating, I invited Hector over to my place for dinner on a Friday evening. I prepare a three-course meal consisting of salad, steak and potatoes. It was a simple meal but one that I could fix and one he seems to have a liking for. After the main course was finished and it was time for a desert, I served him a dish of banana putting. He had never had it before and was reluctant to taste it. I got up, went to him and feed him a spoon full. He went crazy with delight. He ate it all and wanted more.
After dinner, I lead him into the front room to watch some TV. We sat on the couch together with my head lying on his chest. I was wearing, as usual, a full-length dress. This one had buttons in the front that went from the top to the bottom of the dress. The way that I was situated, leaning into Hector, was causing the dress to feel restrictive on my lower body especially around my legs. So, I reached down to the bottom of the dress and unbutton it to just above my knees. Hector, of course, noticed this. A minute later I felt his right-hand reach across my chest and unbutton the dress's top three buttons which open the dress to just above my navel. This exposed the middle of my chest where my front opening bra's claps could clearly be seen. His hand went back to holding my shoulder.
I was surprised by this but made no move to re-button the top of the dress. Since he made no move to unclasp my bra or to "feel me up", I left the dress alone. What harm was there in letting him look at my bra covered chest, a chest that he would see one day anyway. A little later, I went into the kitchen to get us both a drink. I did not re-button the dress. When I came back into the room, Hector was looking at down at my exposed legs and then up to my chest. After I resumed my position of my body hugged up against his right side with my head leaning on his chest, his attention was on me and not what was on the TV. I had to playfully push his face forward toward the TV to stop him from focusing on me.
