Written by Anonymous

13 Mar 2019

I am joking in the chat pool about having a dungeon at home and cyber teasing one of the ladies with imaginary rope and a blindfold, when a whisper lights up from one of the ladies who has clearly been watching the conversation from a distance. “I have always wanted to try something like that” she says to me. “I have always been too scared to try, but it does intrigue me”. We start to talk about the trust required and the differences between hardcore BDSM and the sensual soft bondage I was alluding to in pool chat. For the first time we get to know more about each other on a deeper level. I don’t pursue the subject with her for a week or more until I get another surprise whisper. After some pleasantries she surprises me with the words “I want YOU to give me that experience”.

I feel my heart race. I gulp. She is gorgeous and I never even imagined being in any way the target of her interest, considering our differing profiles, age preference etc. I gather myself and ask her whether she would like me to set it up. “Yes, I really would. I just somehow know that I can trust you and this is something I really want to do”. We make the arrangements and the day arrives.

The moment I close the door I can see the uncertainty in her eyes. I lift my hand to touch her face and draw her towards me for what becomes a surprisingly tender kiss. I tell her how beautiful she looks. It’s not a lie. We kiss again, but this time it’s different, as if her mind has shifted a gear and she’s determined to see this through. She thrusts herself against me and I feel my cock respond at the thought of ravishing this gorgeous woman, but I remind myself to control the situation and give her what she has really come for. I sit her down on the side of the bed and blindfold her. Her breathing quickens. “I take it you have told someone you trust, where you are and with whom”, I ask. “No. I don’t have anyone I can trust with this” she responds. In that moment we both realise just how vulnerable she is.

I kiss her shoulder lightly, then her neck. I can tell that she likes it from the sigh whispered on her breath. I run my fingers slowly from her shoulders, down her arms, over her hands, to her finger tips. With the sense of sight removed, the aim is to get every nerve end on every inch of her body, on heightened edge. She reaches out to me but I negate her by lifting her strappy blouse over head to reveal her small, delicate breasts, cupped in a lacy blue bra. She is stunning. I have the advantage of re-organising the awkward bulge in my jeans without her knowing. I unclasp her and surprise her by taking her nipple straight into my mouth. It’s already so hard, so keen, so ready. I want more, so does she.

I buckle the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, reassuring her with gentle touch and ease her onto her back across the bed. I slide her skirt off her hips, down her shapely legs and beyond her feet, now even more excited by the fact that she arrived without panties. Her beautiful flower is in full bloom, glistening with desire. Her clit is peeping at me. Even the insides of her thighs are wet. I want to taste her so badly but know I must hold back and tease her more. “You are a Goddess” I say, “Prepare to be adored”. Blindfolded, all she hears are my steps as I walk around the bed, lean over and kiss her mouth. As I end the kiss she lifts her head in an attempt to make me linger, but I have other plans now.

Prepared with four lengths of silk sash rope and some skill at this, I soon have her wrists and ankles secured to each corner of the bed, tugged just tight enough for her to know she is at my mercy. We won’t need a safe word, though. This is not that kind of play. I trace her gorgeous shape with my fingers, soft enough to be sensual, but firmly enough not to tickle. Her mouth is open, her head is back, a delightful whisper of a moan is on her breath. I brush my hands over her breasts, her nipples bouncing up between each spread finger as they pass over. I caress, kiss and lick her everywhere except where she is aching most. “You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?” she jests. Her voice is like silk to my ears. I smile and succumb to a sly giggle.

I will take my time and this will be an amazing experience for both of us.