We had a plan. I was to be taken to a hotel, tied up, gagged, blindfolded and left alone until my man returned bringing with Him our guest, a man I had never met face to face. This was the first time we had invited someone else to play and I was a little nervous, no, almost terrified was a better way of describing how I felt but so very excited. We had discussed having a fun session with a stranger who would fuck me and use me while I was bound and gagged. That was about the extent of it though. The real turn on for me was for it to be rougher. Much rougher.
What really got me going was thinking about being taken by force, my choice gone and my body just abused. But going that far could be too dangerous, and besides, no one else really knew just how much further I thought I wanted to go. I'd wondered about it for years off and on. It wasn't that I wanted to be attacked down some dark ally on my way home. That didn't hold any excitement for me. It was the idea that a situation could be totally beyond my control that turned me on.
I was used to being in control sexually and was perhaps even a little predatory at times. I was a born flirt and liked nothing better than someone who would flirt back. I also didn't like to be outdone. If that meant some teasing - possibly a little playing, all the better. But I almost always felt in control. Very seldom had I found myself getting out of my depth where a man I had been winding up called my bluff and didn't like me saying no to him. That was the thrill later. I often fantasised about playing with someone who would want to take things further, to not take no for an answer and give me a taste of what I was asking for. It would be rough and dangerous, even cruel, but exciting. I knew that in truth my rape fantasy was a terrific turn on but best staying just that, a fantasy. I didn't really want to play out the real deal. I didn't want to get hurt as I would if it was real and I didn't want it to be staged either. What would be the point? So I didn't share my desires and kept them my own deep, dark secret.
I hadn't been looking for anyone, but by chance I met a guy online and before I know it we were chatting intensively and extremely openly in the way that seems exclusive to internet relationships. He called himself John although I didn't think that was his real name. After only a couple of weeks it felt like we had just clicked. I astounded myself by divulging how much it would turn me on to be fucked by a stranger whilst tied up. He lived so far away that it seemed harmless to be so open. Eventually though I found myself lying awake late at night thinking about the possibilities of meeting him and after night upon night of intense online conversations I started to think that he really could be the one. He just seemed to understand what I wanted. We played out scenarios and he hit my buttons every time. I became convinced that in real life he would do exactly the same. My husband and I discussed him at length and decided to go ahead and ask him if he wanted to meet us.
So with the 'who' sorted out we looked for 'where'. We scoured the net until we found a 19
th
century gothic castle in the heart of the English countryside. It was perfect. We settled on a day the following week with John and booked it. When we arrived at the hotel I was completely awestruck by the magnificence of the whole place. The room was the best they had and boasted the most incredible four-poster bed I had ever seen. I felt like running and jumping onto the bed but I remembered why we were there and I knew how not to behave. We had only dabbled in the BDSM scene and weren't educated enough to know how things really worked outside of our own rules, but I knew I loved being tied up and powerless. We didn't really go into punishment much, mainly because we didn't really know what we were doing. We were total amateurs, if the truth be known, and we knew it, but for this experience to be fully enjoyed we could easily adopt roles. My man became my Master and I was his slut slave.
As I had been previously instructed, I stripped naked before Him then opened my case and took out the props. He sat watching silently from a huge winged-back chair in the bay window. I attached the restraints to the bed leaving the cuffs lying on the middle of the bed ready for use. I left the blindfold, gag, vibrators and dildos near the bottom of the bed. I was so excited about what was to come I could hardly resist teasing myself with a little rub of my clit and when my Masters view was obscured I did just that. God I was scared too and it was making me horny as hell!
My Master nodded approval, then ordered me to the bathroom to prepare. As I showered I gently stroked my pussy. I was already freshly waxed and completely smooth in preparation for this. I dried off and put my long dark hair in a tight high ponytail as instructed. My eyes wandered over my curvy body and medium-sized, reasonably firm breasts. I was happy with my body and hoped that John would enjoy what he would see. As I looked at myself in the mirror I wondered, not for the first time, how crazy it was that we had chosen a stranger rather than someone we knew. Anything could happen. I gazed at myself and ran my hands over my fluttering belly trying to instil calm again. I took a deep breath and locked eyes with myself in the mirror. I held my breath unintentionally and stared deep into my eyes. I hoped I would see the same eyes looking back at me after this was over. As I relaxed and exhaled I lowered my eyes and turned for the door. It would be fine. I was totally up for this.
(What am I doing here?)
It was all going to be fine.
I returned from the bathroom and was told to lie down on the bed. I locked eyes with my Master as He cuffed my wrists and ankles and clipped them to the restraints, pulling each of them tight so that I was lying star-shaped on the bed. He then reached under the bed and picked up 4 dog leads, the chain type with a clip at one end and leather handles at the other.
"Dog leads? What're they for?" I asked, but He just smiled and didn't speak as He clipped a lead to each cuff and let them dangle.
That was the last I saw. He put on my blindfold and then began to caress my face and neck. His touch was so light that it tickled and made me flinch and giggle.
"Be still!" He said firmly and I obediently froze. I felt Him reach over and touch me lightly with the vibrator on my body, then my legs and arms, to test me. I tried to hold still and tried to anticipate where I would feel Him next, but each time, as hard as I tried not to, I flinched.
"You're not doing very well so far my sweet" He mocked. And with no other warning he plunged the vibrator between my spread legs right into my pussy. I was so surprised that I screamed. My Master immediately moved to my head and shoved the gag into my mouth and tied it tightly. As I tried to catch my breath He went back to the dildo and fucked me with it, but with no foreplay or warm up it felt harsh and rough.