"Hi, how are you doing? :)"
I looked non-plussed at the screen for a few seconds. I had only met her twice and the last time was almost two years back. Having just met her, the air between us had been thick with sexual tension. To a point where a friend of mine afterwards asked me "How I do it?" Couldn't tell him if I wanted to. Sometimes there is instant chemistry.
So I had thought about her plenty in the mean time. She was a knock-out. About 5 ft 5, fair skinned, black short cropped hair and blue eyes. But her tits were simply amazing. A friend of mine had fooled around with her once years earlier and later showed me a picture of her rack. That image was etched in memory. Slender, fit even, but not skinny. I don't like skinny. Her ass was pretty good too, but I hadn't really paid too much attention to it. Unjustified, but her tits simply stole the spotlight.
The cursor flashed beckoning at me.
"Just fine. Busy at work. U?" I wrote back.
Instantly she started to type back.
"Just wondering how you are. I see your face all around these days. You did real good on the news yesterday. Absolutely floored that jerk."
She was referring to my election campaign. The night before I was in a televised debate against this xenophobic bigot. Unpleasant political views aside he is a brilliant debater though. Cynical too. If he can win just a little more votes to his party then at the last election, he'd be a success. So I had to make sure that even voters leaning his way saw the hypocrisy of his positions. And she was right - I had floored him. At one point he even started stuttering.
"Thanks." I replied simply.
":)".
"Have you seen anyone of the old gang lately?"
She was referring to our mutual friends. For her it was the old gang as she had moved two towns over. For me it was my closest friends.
"I know what you want. To be blunt; I'm in charge. You may say no. You may say stop. But it won't matter. You will obey me anyway."
It took her a couple of breaths to start typing.
"Wow. You are confident."
"But I am not wrong. And you got wet the second you finished reading it."
It wasn't a question.
A couple of moments passed.
"Yes."
"What is your address?", I asked.
She stated it. I knew the place. It was a neighborhood of one story townhouses.
"I'll be at your place Friday, 1600 sharp. You will leave your door unlocked. When I enter you will have some nice music of your choice playing and besides a blindfold, you will be naked, freshly showered and shaved. I wan't you to stand in the middle of the room, no curtains or drapes drawn. You will not move or say anything, until I tell you to."
Again the hesitation. I knew what I was doing to her. The conflict within I provoked. Her exhilaration fighting against her vulnerability. She would be exposed. In plain view of any neighbor passing by around the time many people returned from work. Less than two minutes ago she had written to me hoping that she could entice me, wanting to see if I was interested. She had not seen this coming and now she was in over her head, but still wanting more.
I'm a nice guy. I have been described as a gentleman. I do insist on courting the women I am around. Opening doors, carrying burdens, pulling out chairs. I am to this day surprised that what I think of as simple manners is enough to distinguish you as a true gentleman.
I'm a 33 years old, 6ft3 former quarterback / defensive end. I played until my body told me to quit at 28 and have gained a little weight after that. Not too much though. You just can't spend 3 hours a day working out on top of a full time job. My job is high visibility with a decent wage and loads of career opportunities. And then the political campaigning on the side. I invest a lot of time in the hopes of actually making a difference for the poor and the weak in the world, and I really don't care about money. I was raised to believe that if you have a chance to make a difference, you are obliged to do so. I would be described as liberal in most countries. I work hard to raise equality. Gay rights, anti-discrimination, gender equality.
I know I exude confidence, I know how to lead and I know I instill confidence in others.
However gender equality has a limit - sex. This was news to her. And like most women, she liked it.
While her internal struggle was raging, I was sure she'd be starring at the screen not seeing it, engulfed in her imagination of things to come. So I decided to push her buttons a little more.
"It will bring you pain at times, but I won't do any permanent damage."
I imagined her doing a double-take.
She started typing.
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
I smiled knowingly.
"You may not pleasure yourself without my permission, and when I arrive you will have your sex-toys displayed on your bed."
Without waiting for a reply, I signed out.
The next couple of days went by in a blur of work and political activities. Friday at noon I left work early, went home, showered, shaved and generally made sure I was ready. That meant packing a bag of my utilities. On a whim on my way out the door, I grabbed my video camera. I have a camera in my phone obviously, but this one records in true HD.
I drove to her place but I didn't really see the road. I was picturing her standing there waiting for me. Naked and in plain sight.
I parked a short walk from her house and walked slowly towards it. This part of the street ends in a cul-de-sac, so there was no passing traffic. The street was deserted except for an elderly lady walking her tiny dog. I nodded to her and smiled in passing, knowing she would probably recognize me.
Turning a corner I could see her house. And I could see her. Man could I see her. She was standing in the middle of her living room. She had a band of black cloth tied around her head covering her eyes. Her arms were at her sides, and she was wearing a black thong. I took her in savoring the sight of her awesome tits. If anything they were even better than I remembered from her picture. I pulled out my cam and started recording.
When I stepped through her door, she jumped a little. She had obviously been standing there for a while. She fidgeted nervously a bit. I set down my bag and put the cam on a table facing her still recording. I grabbed my restraints and covered the distance to her. She started to speak, but stopped when I put my finger to her lips. I put my lips just next to the back of her neck, and let my breath tease her. I closed the restraints around her wrists tightly and secured them to one another in front of her.
"Let me have a look at you", I told her with a whisper.
I slowly ran my fingertips down her spine.
"You're in plain sight. Standing here like a wanton slut for all the neighbors to see, like I told you to." I assessed still whispering.
She held her breath almost imperceptibly. I ran my finger tips around the bottom of her ribcage.
"You've blindfolded yourself adequately, so not only can the neighbors see you. From now on when you meet a neighbor in the local supermarket or pass them on the street, you won't now if they've seen you naked."
She shivered a bit. Still standing behind her, I let my fingertips run the outline of her magnificent breasts slowly making my way to her nipples.
"You won't know if anyone of them now have pictures of your naked body. Pictures that make them hard as rocks. Pictures that make them cum."
She let her breath go.
"But what is this? You're wearing a thong?"
