A Fantasy - Kink & BDSM
A First Time
She'd said she had always been in stable relationships, but had never found the sexual fulfilment and eroticism that she'd thought should be possible.
She'd been adamant that she wanted an anonymous someone to fuck her, to allow her to let go in ways she'd never been able to do. More than that, she'd said she wanted to be restrained in some way, while having her senses turned off, reducing that external volume and allowing her the permissions she craved... the opportunities to both submit to this unknown male energy, and be carried away on the internal waves of sensation and energy coming from his work on her. And apparently she wanted it to be anonymous, for reasons she'd struggled to communicate to him.
Was it a degree of misplaced embarrassment in polite society somewhere within her, he'd wondered, for wanting to be taken and used in such a way, and to such a degree? For a man's lust and dominant sexual force to overwhelm her, when she'd perhaps always felt expected to be a 'good' upstanding family girl, to conform outwardly to apparent societal expectations of appropriate behaviour?
He hadn't been sure quite where these needs were coming from and hadn't explored this level of sexual expression himself to that degree, but he'd always known he wasn't abashed or averse to some of the kinks and fetishes that few seemed to discuss. Indeed he'd often found himself having such wildly erotic fantasies, from a young age, whilst masturbating, his vivid imagination painting wonderfully erotic scenes, strangely familiar to his psyche... while perhaps also feeling some of those societal expectations, whether real or imaginary, to conform to the apparent norm or to suppress such behaviours... to be a kind, good man who wouldn't possibly consider treating any woman in that manner.
He'd never felt overly compelled to act on his fantasies with a partner, as he was aware that fantasy and reality were different beasts..at least to his conventional sensibilities. He'd certainly been highly aroused as she'd freely shared her wants, in just a couple of online interactions with him, and he'd started to think that maybe he would enjoy inflicting some of his own deeper desires on this unknown woman who seemed to be almost pleading for the experience.
He'd logged on the next night and there she'd been again.
More messages. More need. More requests for him to do this and that to her in such a particular way. He'd wondered whether she needed some sort of medieval gaoler to release her angst, rather than the mostly caring and gentle lover he'd been in much of his past experience... but it was almost a mirror of something lurking within him.
Not knowing her background he'd been a little wary about where this need was coming from, as he was aware that some people could fall into a pattern of being drawn to repeating negative behaviours, in any number of potentially unhealthy forms of abuse.
They'd continued chatting late into the night and he'd probed her for where this was coming from.
She'd shared her photo, whilst saying she really didn't want to know what he looked like, as this was about a particular fantasy for her. So he'd known that she was a good decade younger than him. She'd explained that she had always been drawn to older men, from her first sexual experiences in her late teens, finding boys and then men her own age unfulfilling and lacking what she needed sexually, emotionally, intellectually.
She'd been quick to say, in response to his questioning, that she'd not suffered abuse or difficulty growing up and that this was about her desire to put herself in a position where she would be forced to relinquish responsibilities, to have no choice but to submit the control of her body to another person... something she'd shared she was unable to do elsewhere in life, either through her early familial responsibilities, or, more recently, through a career in which she was expected to always be in charge. He'd felt satisfied that this wasn't anything damaging or unhealthy, at least if handled carefully. Indeed, potentially quite the opposite.
He'd been able to understand those desires to a degree and his own latent sexual wants had responded, as they'd started to paint a picture of the scenario in text. This had quickly lead to her sharing her number and some fast and furious late night phone sex, as they'd discussed it further.
He'd outlined the potential risks she was taking if with the wrong person and felt obligated to at least raise her awareness of those potentially dangerous situations. But she was an intelligent and capable woman who, at 35, claimed she knew the risks, felt she could trust him after their chatting, and that her choices weren't his responsibility. Besides, he'd known that she was likely safer with him than with God knows who else she might stumble across in these often shady online corridors, whilst looking for such an unusual encounter. He'd messaged her that he would accept her fantasy and that he would make arrangements, some of which would involve ordering some of the equipment he had in mind.
They'd made plans for her to arrive in his town, 25km south of Hobart, on the Friday evening of the following week, 10 days away. He'd insisted that they both get a full sexual health check, that she was not to have any form of sexual contact with him, or anyone else, nor to masturbate, over that period, as he wanted her sexual energy peaking and her to be ripe for the plucking when she arrived.
He'd heard her frustration at the wait but she agreed. Furthermore he'd decided to set her a preparatory task over that 10 days (something that had caught him by surprise when the thought had arisen in him, as he'd not generally taken this sort of approach in the past... but he'd decided to push forward as she was clearly wanting a strong experience, and this had the potential to be just that for them both). He'd asked if she was experienced with performing fellatio, and when she'd hesitated, he'd clarified it as giving a blow job.
"Of course, I love doing that for partners" she'd happily replied.
He'd gone further with the idea, though, focusing on the practice of deep throating, a term thrown around somewhat casually and jokingly in conversation at times, but that very few, in his experience, have the knowledge to perform safely and enjoyably for both participants. His description of the process had elicited a more hesitant response from her, as she'd admitted she'd not even realised it was possible to take the full length of a penis that way, outside of the sexually gymnastic stars of adult entertainment.
Her task, then, he'd said, involved her experimenting with the strength of her gag reflex. He'd told her to follow her own pace but his suggestion was to spend 3 days gently probing towards the back of her throat with her fingers, getting an idea of her throat's reaction to that unusual sensation. He'd gone on to boldly instruct her that if she found herself managing the finger technique without too much difficulty, then she could advance to using something like a small zucchini in a condom or, even better, visit an adult store for a flexible dildo to slowly continue the technique with, until they met.
Happily, as they'd touched base each evening over the following 10 days, she'd reported discovering that she apparently had only a minor gag reflex and had surprised herself by quickly progressing to being able to take much of the length of a soft silicone dildo into her throat without too much difficulty. As she'd progressed so easily, he'd quickly embellished her task, with suggestions for breathing techniques that allowed her to focus on breathing through her nose around the dildo as she slid it in and out of her throat, and to practice holding her breath for longer periods with it fully inserted.
For his part, he'd quickly weighed up the potential myriad of ways to restrain her and settled on an easy compromise as an introduction, after looking at a couple of Australian BDSM catalogues online. A firm foam wedge made up of several pieces, to be arranged in various ways, with anchor points on the side for attaching both arm and leg restraints to. She'd said she particularly enjoyed being taken from behind, both vaginally and anally, and he'd felt this would likely put her in the perfect position to give him access, whilst being comfortable for both of them over an extended session. He'd bought the accompanying handcuffs, a mask that would allow her eyes to remain open, but in absolute darkness, a ball gag (that apparently induced drooling by forcing the mouth to remain open, as a further extension on sensation play) and finally, a 12 inch long, black suede flogger that he'd found amusingly like a scaled down idea of the historically feared cat o nine tails, minus the knots. As a last minute decision, he'd added a further surprise to his shopping cart, as a fun possibility to try.
It was that simple.
He'd had a rough idea of how it might play out in his mind, despite not having taken things to this level in the past, or even searching for ideas on what to try particularly... he'd thought it would be fun for them both to discover a path through this together, and he certainly didn't lack the imagination of what he might want to do to her. On some weird level he'd wanted to do this sort of thing sexually since approaching puberty and it had felt confusingly familiar, even at such an early prepubescent age. He'd started to discover his sexuality early, quite innocently stumbling across masturbation at around the age of eleven, along with this almost innate and extreme form of sexual imagery... far earlier than school friends who had seemed to discover their sexual awakenings years later. But life had taken an unusual course for him and he'd never really acted on those deep desires, or even gone on to have the breadth of sexual experience that was more mainstream, just not needing it in that form.
He knew that he was a bit odd in that department and those unusual longings had stayed with him for almost forty years, perhaps simmering away below the surface.
The gear had arrived mid the following week and he'd set the wedge up in the spare room on the futon, arranging the other items within easy reach, along with a few nicely scented candles around the room... chuckling to himself at the thought that a dungeon didn't have to smell too torturous. He'd also put in a few towels, some foam earplugs (as she'd asked to have that sense reduction too), a pair of heavy leather rigger's gloves and some natural lubricant that was made from kiwifruit extract and even smelled nice.
All set on the Thursday, he'd found his sexual excitement rising in anticipation of the following day and their final, brief nightly phone call had been somewhat breathy for them both.
Friday arrived and he'd had a further idea for perhaps heightening her experience. He'd texted her at work to tell her he'd decided that, rather than giving her his address, as they'd planned, she was to park in the local Woolworths carpark in the early winter darkness, to recline her seat and, with a simple sleep mask on, to wait for him to pick her up. He would knock 5 times, slowly, on her window so that she knew it was him. She'd texted back that the idea of this additional anonymity was making her even more wet at her desk, and that she was struggling to focus on her day's tasks.
"Good to know" he'd replied with a grin.
His afternoon had passed with his own excitement building, his body repeatedly responding to his train of thought, as he'd allowed ideas of which way he might guide their experience that night dance through his mind. Finally, after her quick message to say she was on her way, he'd lit the fire and awaited notification of the arrival of his quarry.
6pm on the dot she'd texted a brief "Here x" and he'd checked the fire was burning well in anticipation of the expected frosty night, before pulling the door closed and heading the kilometre or so to the car park. He'd told her to park at the end of the busy carpark nearest the petrol station and she'd said she would be in a dark grey VW Golf.
He saw the car and his excitement was palpable, his pants feeling like they'd suddenly been vacuum sealed around his groin, as he parked next to her. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, slamming the door harder than he'd intended, in his aroused state.
There she was, playing her part perfectly, reclined and apparently sleeping with a mask on in the driver's seat, nothing out of the ordinary to any passers-by that might have glanced through the windows. Her wavy shoulder length brunette hair spilling over the headrest and her skirted charcoal business suit slightly crumpled.
He raised his fist and rapped a knuckle five times on the window, pausing for a second between each knock. Her head turned slightly towards the window and a second later her indicators flashed as she pressed the button to unlock her doors.
He opened the driver's door and, more deeply than he'd expected, his excitement affecting his vocal cords, said "Hello, young lady. Are you ready for me to help you out and into my car?"
She replied with a slightly wavering and strained "Hello. Yes please." and he could see that she was quivering like a taut bow string.
He wanted to allay her nervousness somehow, but also felt it might take some of that excitement away from her if he was too comforting, so he gently reached for her hand, feeling her jump at that first contact. He guided her up and out of her car, shutting the door behind her before opening his front passenger door and ushering her in. He shut the door gently behind her and moved around the front of his car, watching this young woman sit blindfolded and upright, not for the first time raising his eyebrows at the thought of what they were doing. He climbed in and started the car, before realising her car wasn't locked.
"Don't forget to lock your car" he said gently.
She again gave a nervous "Oh yes. Thank you."
He started back up the hill, wondering what to say in this rarest of situations. While they'd talked plenty in that preceding 10 days or so, the air was suddenly heavily pregnant with sexual tension and nerves.
He blurted out "So Darling, how was work!?"
Fortunately it hit the right spot, with her laughing "You have no idea!! Clients and colleagues have been giving me funny looks and asking if I'm okay all day! I couldn't tell them that my panties were wet through and making a mess on my thighs, or that I could barely think straight for being so turned on, so I said that I thought I might have a cold coming on! I was leaking that much, I was worried about it showing through my skirt and making a mess on my chair!"
And the nerves were gone, replaced by the comfort they'd shared in discussing all this on the phone.
"That sounds like a quite a fun day for you," he laughed. "And we're only just getting to the business end of it".
"I can't wait," she breathed "I was so nervous driving here and wondered if I could still do this, or whether I should turn around! But I'm here!" she smiled.
"Good girl. We ARE going to do this" he rumbled and gave her leg a gentle squeeze, which elicited a breathless squeak of affirmation from her. He felt her thigh quiver under his palm...
They'd agreed from the start, at her request, that they wouldn't even use names for this first anonymous experience as it heightened her leap into the unknown... if it moved forwards into something ongoing then they'd obviously get to know each other, but this was about the raw sexual experience and being forced to surrender to that uncomplicated energy, as she'd repeatedly said she felt she needed.
"We're only 30 seconds from my place now." he said. "Once we get there, I'll slip into that slightly less personal role that you asked me for, barking orders and steering you where I want you to go."
"Oh God yes," she replied with an audible yearning. "Please."
The tires crunched down the gravel and he pulled up by his front door, killing the engine.
He sat there for a moment, allowing the sudden silence to wrap around them, his heart beating powerfully, a heat rising up in him. She barely moved a muscle and he could almost feel the waves of heat emanating from her too. Without a word he climbed out, shutting the door behind him and walking around to open her door, lit by the outdoor house light.
"Out" he said firmly, feeling a twinge of the unfamiliar at talking to a woman like this.
"Yes Sir" she quickly replied, which slightly caught him by surprise.
"From this point on, until I release you, you're to listen closely to my instructions and do EXACTLY as I say, do you understand? he said, quietly but with force.
"Oh yes Sir, I will try my best" she said in a voice heavy with emotion.
"Tell me what you'll do" he ordered
"EXACTLY what you tell me to" she replied, quick as a flash
"Good girl." he rewarded her. "Now, take 3 steps forwards. STOP. Turn 90 degrees to your right. STOP. You've turned too far. That WILL need correcting."
"Sorry Sir" she murmured and started to rotate back.
"STOP MOVING" he bellowed immediately, not caring if his neighbours heard.
She paled, not saying a word as she stood there, her nervous exhalations steaming from her parted lips in the cold night air.
"I WILL apply some discipline to you if you continue to make mistakes like that." He growled harshly in her right ear. "Nod if you understand."
She immediately nodded vigorously.
He'd moved up right behind her as she stood, blindfolded in his rural driveway.
He reached around either side of her, careful not to touch her with his body, before clamping his hands tightly around her waist, twisting her back the few degrees she'd over-rotated. She gasped at the sudden, heavy contact and he couldn't resist stepping in and allowing her to feel his hardness pushing against her from behind, through his straining pants. His hands still on her hips, he felt her noticeably tremble and sink slightly. Is that what they call going weak at the knees, he smiled to himself, as her body sagged back into his slightly.
He was feeling so sexually charged it was hard to register his own thoughts and he had to shake his head to focus on leading her inside. "Take 4 steps forward. NOT THREE. NOT FIVE. FOUR" he barked at her "How many steps are you going to take, convict?"
"FOUR SIR" she answered loudly.
"CORRECT!" he blasted "WELL?? MOVE!!"
She gingerly walked forwards, completely blind under her sleep mask, stopping on the fourth.
"You are TRYING MY PATIENCE, woman." he snapped.
"Sorry sir" she whimpered quietly.
"WHAT!?" he continued, warming to this unfamiliar dynamic "STOP MUMBLING!"
"SORRY SIR" she repeated with volume
"You are to navigate the three steps up in front of you to the front door" he growled "If you make ANOTHER mistake, I will rip your clothes off and give you the heaviest of floggings as soon as we are inside, bent over a chair and marking you as a reminder to please me. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND!?"
"Yes Sir." she gulped.
"MOVE!" he commanded her.
She tentatively lifted her right foot forwards until her toes found the step and she lifted and placed her sole onto the first wide step, bringing her left foot up to follow suit.
"FASTER!" he barked, finding himself feeling unexpectedly further aroused by his control and her obsequious replies.
She repeated the process more quickly now for the remaining two steps, his hands tight on her hips, his fingers digging in, locking her in a straight line.
"STOP" he bawled as he reached for the key and opened the door. The pleasant blanket of heat from inside drifting over them in the cold night air. He looked up and realised that the sky was as clear as he could ever remember seeing it and he guessed it was his senses sharpening with all this sexual energy flowing through him. He noticed a glorious full moon rising on the eastern horizon and remembered reading that there was to be a once in 10 years Blue Moon that month. He smiled at the portentousness of it being that particular night.
"Take FOUR steps forwards and THEN turn 90 degrees" he continued, as he placed his hands back on her hips roughly. "DON'T FUCK THIS UP!"
She nodded demurely and carefully stepped over the threshold into his house.
"Wait there. Don't move until you're called" he ordered once she was inside, slamming the door with a bang and turning the key in the deadlock. She jumped and he saw her take a deep fluttering breath in response, knowing she was now locked inside his domain.
"I will, sir" she replied obediently, head dipped in submission
He then moved around her and down the hall, flicking lights to the spare room, lighting the candles and looking at the scene with satisfaction. It looked functional and erotic, a place of potential pain and pleasure... freedom, perhaps, from the everyday pressures for the next couple of hours. He turned back and looked at her facing towards him along the hall, oblivious behind her sleeping mask, hands fiddling in front of her... anxious or perhaps restlessly excited by the sexual energy coiled inside her, waiting to be unleashed.
"Walk forwards." he commanded her, the sound loud in the enclosed space. "Stop. Now turn 90 degrees to your left and step into your dungeon, with a further 2 steps until your shins are touching the futon"
He stepped in close behind her again once she'd done as he instructed, the French Vanilla scent of the candles beginning to fill the room. This time, as she felt his hardness against her buttocks, he put his mouth to her left ear and whispered darkly "I'm going to take you while we're in here, in every way you can imagine, force you open, explore you, mark you and fill every inch of you. No one can save you from that now. No one will hear your screams. No one knows where you are. You need to please me. You will only be freed after I've forced you to FULLY satisfy me."
She groaned deeply, grinding backwards through her skirt against his throbbing manhood.
"Please," she whispered back longingly. "Please, please do that to me Sir"
He lightly kissed her earlobe, before allowing the tip of his tongue and warm breath to dance inside her ear, causing her to shiver and emit another, more desire-laden groan. He took her lobe between his teeth, clenching down to leave a bite mark.
"Please Sir, don't hurt me, I'll be good" She breathed.
"I'll be the decider of that" he murmured as he continued rolling her ear lobe between his teeth, lightly running his hands up her flanks to cup her heavy breasts through her blouse. She was starting to pant and he noticed his own breathing was not dissimilar.
He stepped back, causing a slight note of disappointment from her throat, and reached for the padded blindfold. Flicking the light switch off, he said "I want you to keep your eyes tightly shut and remove your sleeping mask, holding it out in front of you. I will give you a more substantial mask to put back on. A mask that you can open your eyes behind once fitted. Is that clear?"
"Very clear Sir, thank you" her eager reply, as she lifted the sleeping mask from her face and held it in front of her.
He paused and stepped close in front of her, she looked so trusting and vulnerable, innocent even, that he couldn't resist a sudden urge.
Whispering "Keep those eyes closed tight." He leaned in and very gently kissed first her right eyelid and then her left, feeling her eyeballs fluttering underneath his lips, before lightly trailing his lips down and brushing her own, which immediately parted... and she sighed, as he was no longer there.
He took the mask from her and placed the one he'd chosen in her hands. She fitted it and let out an expressionful "Wow! My eyes are open and it's absolutely pitch black, so much better than with them closed!"
"Sir!" she added as an afterthought with a smirk.
He smiled at her reaction, but took her chin between thumb and forefinger, sternly saying "From this point on you may make all the noises you like, you may shake or nod your head in reply, but you will only speak when spoken too. You are solely here for my pleasure, to be used by me. Is that clear?
"Oh yes Sir, sorry Sir" her demure response.
He flicked the soft overhead light back on.
"I want you to slowly undress, while I run my eyes over you, inspecting you before I place you on my torture rack. I want you to start from the top and work down, holding each article of clothing out in front, for me to take from you. You're not to flinch or stop if you sense me close or touching you at any point. You are mine to do with as I please."
She nodded and began removing her suit jacket. He took it from her outstretched hands and put it on a hanger in the open cupboard. She took a shuddering, deep, breath and began unbuttoning her blouse...
She'd been adamant that she wanted an anonymous someone to fuck her, to allow her to let go in ways she'd never been able to do. More than that, she'd said she wanted to be restrained in some way, while having her senses turned off, reducing that external volume and allowing her the permissions she craved... the opportunities to both submit to this unknown male energy, and be carried away on the internal waves of sensation and energy coming from his work on her. And apparently she wanted it to be anonymous, for reasons she'd struggled to communicate to him.
Was it a degree of misplaced embarrassment in polite society somewhere within her, he'd wondered, for wanting to be taken and used in such a way, and to such a degree? For a man's lust and dominant sexual force to overwhelm her, when she'd perhaps always felt expected to be a 'good' upstanding family girl, to conform outwardly to apparent societal expectations of appropriate behaviour?
He hadn't been sure quite where these needs were coming from and hadn't explored this level of sexual expression himself to that degree, but he'd always known he wasn't abashed or averse to some of the kinks and fetishes that few seemed to discuss. Indeed he'd often found himself having such wildly erotic fantasies, from a young age, whilst masturbating, his vivid imagination painting wonderfully erotic scenes, strangely familiar to his psyche... while perhaps also feeling some of those societal expectations, whether real or imaginary, to conform to the apparent norm or to suppress such behaviours... to be a kind, good man who wouldn't possibly consider treating any woman in that manner.
He'd never felt overly compelled to act on his fantasies with a partner, as he was aware that fantasy and reality were different beasts..at least to his conventional sensibilities. He'd certainly been highly aroused as she'd freely shared her wants, in just a couple of online interactions with him, and he'd started to think that maybe he would enjoy inflicting some of his own deeper desires on this unknown woman who seemed to be almost pleading for the experience.
He'd logged on the next night and there she'd been again.
More messages. More need. More requests for him to do this and that to her in such a particular way. He'd wondered whether she needed some sort of medieval gaoler to release her angst, rather than the mostly caring and gentle lover he'd been in much of his past experience... but it was almost a mirror of something lurking within him.
Not knowing her background he'd been a little wary about where this need was coming from, as he was aware that some people could fall into a pattern of being drawn to repeating negative behaviours, in any number of potentially unhealthy forms of abuse.
They'd continued chatting late into the night and he'd probed her for where this was coming from.
She'd shared her photo, whilst saying she really didn't want to know what he looked like, as this was about a particular fantasy for her. So he'd known that she was a good decade younger than him. She'd explained that she had always been drawn to older men, from her first sexual experiences in her late teens, finding boys and then men her own age unfulfilling and lacking what she needed sexually, emotionally, intellectually.
She'd been quick to say, in response to his questioning, that she'd not suffered abuse or difficulty growing up and that this was about her desire to put herself in a position where she would be forced to relinquish responsibilities, to have no choice but to submit the control of her body to another person... something she'd shared she was unable to do elsewhere in life, either through her early familial responsibilities, or, more recently, through a career in which she was expected to always be in charge. He'd felt satisfied that this wasn't anything damaging or unhealthy, at least if handled carefully. Indeed, potentially quite the opposite.
He'd been able to understand those desires to a degree and his own latent sexual wants had responded, as they'd started to paint a picture of the scenario in text. This had quickly lead to her sharing her number and some fast and furious late night phone sex, as they'd discussed it further.
He'd outlined the potential risks she was taking if with the wrong person and felt obligated to at least raise her awareness of those potentially dangerous situations. But she was an intelligent and capable woman who, at 35, claimed she knew the risks, felt she could trust him after their chatting, and that her choices weren't his responsibility. Besides, he'd known that she was likely safer with him than with God knows who else she might stumble across in these often shady online corridors, whilst looking for such an unusual encounter. He'd messaged her that he would accept her fantasy and that he would make arrangements, some of which would involve ordering some of the equipment he had in mind.
They'd made plans for her to arrive in his town, 25km south of Hobart, on the Friday evening of the following week, 10 days away. He'd insisted that they both get a full sexual health check, that she was not to have any form of sexual contact with him, or anyone else, nor to masturbate, over that period, as he wanted her sexual energy peaking and her to be ripe for the plucking when she arrived.
He'd heard her frustration at the wait but she agreed. Furthermore he'd decided to set her a preparatory task over that 10 days (something that had caught him by surprise when the thought had arisen in him, as he'd not generally taken this sort of approach in the past... but he'd decided to push forward as she was clearly wanting a strong experience, and this had the potential to be just that for them both). He'd asked if she was experienced with performing fellatio, and when she'd hesitated, he'd clarified it as giving a blow job.
"Of course, I love doing that for partners" she'd happily replied.
He'd gone further with the idea, though, focusing on the practice of deep throating, a term thrown around somewhat casually and jokingly in conversation at times, but that very few, in his experience, have the knowledge to perform safely and enjoyably for both participants. His description of the process had elicited a more hesitant response from her, as she'd admitted she'd not even realised it was possible to take the full length of a penis that way, outside of the sexually gymnastic stars of adult entertainment.
Her task, then, he'd said, involved her experimenting with the strength of her gag reflex. He'd told her to follow her own pace but his suggestion was to spend 3 days gently probing towards the back of her throat with her fingers, getting an idea of her throat's reaction to that unusual sensation. He'd gone on to boldly instruct her that if she found herself managing the finger technique without too much difficulty, then she could advance to using something like a small zucchini in a condom or, even better, visit an adult store for a flexible dildo to slowly continue the technique with, until they met.
Happily, as they'd touched base each evening over the following 10 days, she'd reported discovering that she apparently had only a minor gag reflex and had surprised herself by quickly progressing to being able to take much of the length of a soft silicone dildo into her throat without too much difficulty. As she'd progressed so easily, he'd quickly embellished her task, with suggestions for breathing techniques that allowed her to focus on breathing through her nose around the dildo as she slid it in and out of her throat, and to practice holding her breath for longer periods with it fully inserted.
For his part, he'd quickly weighed up the potential myriad of ways to restrain her and settled on an easy compromise as an introduction, after looking at a couple of Australian BDSM catalogues online. A firm foam wedge made up of several pieces, to be arranged in various ways, with anchor points on the side for attaching both arm and leg restraints to. She'd said she particularly enjoyed being taken from behind, both vaginally and anally, and he'd felt this would likely put her in the perfect position to give him access, whilst being comfortable for both of them over an extended session. He'd bought the accompanying handcuffs, a mask that would allow her eyes to remain open, but in absolute darkness, a ball gag (that apparently induced drooling by forcing the mouth to remain open, as a further extension on sensation play) and finally, a 12 inch long, black suede flogger that he'd found amusingly like a scaled down idea of the historically feared cat o nine tails, minus the knots. As a last minute decision, he'd added a further surprise to his shopping cart, as a fun possibility to try.
It was that simple.
He'd had a rough idea of how it might play out in his mind, despite not having taken things to this level in the past, or even searching for ideas on what to try particularly... he'd thought it would be fun for them both to discover a path through this together, and he certainly didn't lack the imagination of what he might want to do to her. On some weird level he'd wanted to do this sort of thing sexually since approaching puberty and it had felt confusingly familiar, even at such an early prepubescent age. He'd started to discover his sexuality early, quite innocently stumbling across masturbation at around the age of eleven, along with this almost innate and extreme form of sexual imagery... far earlier than school friends who had seemed to discover their sexual awakenings years later. But life had taken an unusual course for him and he'd never really acted on those deep desires, or even gone on to have the breadth of sexual experience that was more mainstream, just not needing it in that form.
He knew that he was a bit odd in that department and those unusual longings had stayed with him for almost forty years, perhaps simmering away below the surface.
The gear had arrived mid the following week and he'd set the wedge up in the spare room on the futon, arranging the other items within easy reach, along with a few nicely scented candles around the room... chuckling to himself at the thought that a dungeon didn't have to smell too torturous. He'd also put in a few towels, some foam earplugs (as she'd asked to have that sense reduction too), a pair of heavy leather rigger's gloves and some natural lubricant that was made from kiwifruit extract and even smelled nice.
All set on the Thursday, he'd found his sexual excitement rising in anticipation of the following day and their final, brief nightly phone call had been somewhat breathy for them both.
Friday arrived and he'd had a further idea for perhaps heightening her experience. He'd texted her at work to tell her he'd decided that, rather than giving her his address, as they'd planned, she was to park in the local Woolworths carpark in the early winter darkness, to recline her seat and, with a simple sleep mask on, to wait for him to pick her up. He would knock 5 times, slowly, on her window so that she knew it was him. She'd texted back that the idea of this additional anonymity was making her even more wet at her desk, and that she was struggling to focus on her day's tasks.
"Good to know" he'd replied with a grin.
His afternoon had passed with his own excitement building, his body repeatedly responding to his train of thought, as he'd allowed ideas of which way he might guide their experience that night dance through his mind. Finally, after her quick message to say she was on her way, he'd lit the fire and awaited notification of the arrival of his quarry.
6pm on the dot she'd texted a brief "Here x" and he'd checked the fire was burning well in anticipation of the expected frosty night, before pulling the door closed and heading the kilometre or so to the car park. He'd told her to park at the end of the busy carpark nearest the petrol station and she'd said she would be in a dark grey VW Golf.
He saw the car and his excitement was palpable, his pants feeling like they'd suddenly been vacuum sealed around his groin, as he parked next to her. He took a deep breath and climbed out of the car, slamming the door harder than he'd intended, in his aroused state.
There she was, playing her part perfectly, reclined and apparently sleeping with a mask on in the driver's seat, nothing out of the ordinary to any passers-by that might have glanced through the windows. Her wavy shoulder length brunette hair spilling over the headrest and her skirted charcoal business suit slightly crumpled.
He raised his fist and rapped a knuckle five times on the window, pausing for a second between each knock. Her head turned slightly towards the window and a second later her indicators flashed as she pressed the button to unlock her doors.
He opened the driver's door and, more deeply than he'd expected, his excitement affecting his vocal cords, said "Hello, young lady. Are you ready for me to help you out and into my car?"
She replied with a slightly wavering and strained "Hello. Yes please." and he could see that she was quivering like a taut bow string.
He wanted to allay her nervousness somehow, but also felt it might take some of that excitement away from her if he was too comforting, so he gently reached for her hand, feeling her jump at that first contact. He guided her up and out of her car, shutting the door behind her before opening his front passenger door and ushering her in. He shut the door gently behind her and moved around the front of his car, watching this young woman sit blindfolded and upright, not for the first time raising his eyebrows at the thought of what they were doing. He climbed in and started the car, before realising her car wasn't locked.
"Don't forget to lock your car" he said gently.
She again gave a nervous "Oh yes. Thank you."
He started back up the hill, wondering what to say in this rarest of situations. While they'd talked plenty in that preceding 10 days or so, the air was suddenly heavily pregnant with sexual tension and nerves.
He blurted out "So Darling, how was work!?"
Fortunately it hit the right spot, with her laughing "You have no idea!! Clients and colleagues have been giving me funny looks and asking if I'm okay all day! I couldn't tell them that my panties were wet through and making a mess on my thighs, or that I could barely think straight for being so turned on, so I said that I thought I might have a cold coming on! I was leaking that much, I was worried about it showing through my skirt and making a mess on my chair!"
And the nerves were gone, replaced by the comfort they'd shared in discussing all this on the phone.
"That sounds like a quite a fun day for you," he laughed. "And we're only just getting to the business end of it".
"I can't wait," she breathed "I was so nervous driving here and wondered if I could still do this, or whether I should turn around! But I'm here!" she smiled.
"Good girl. We ARE going to do this" he rumbled and gave her leg a gentle squeeze, which elicited a breathless squeak of affirmation from her. He felt her thigh quiver under his palm...
They'd agreed from the start, at her request, that they wouldn't even use names for this first anonymous experience as it heightened her leap into the unknown... if it moved forwards into something ongoing then they'd obviously get to know each other, but this was about the raw sexual experience and being forced to surrender to that uncomplicated energy, as she'd repeatedly said she felt she needed.
"We're only 30 seconds from my place now." he said. "Once we get there, I'll slip into that slightly less personal role that you asked me for, barking orders and steering you where I want you to go."
"Oh God yes," she replied with an audible yearning. "Please."
The tires crunched down the gravel and he pulled up by his front door, killing the engine.
He sat there for a moment, allowing the sudden silence to wrap around them, his heart beating powerfully, a heat rising up in him. She barely moved a muscle and he could almost feel the waves of heat emanating from her too. Without a word he climbed out, shutting the door behind him and walking around to open her door, lit by the outdoor house light.
"Out" he said firmly, feeling a twinge of the unfamiliar at talking to a woman like this.
"Yes Sir" she quickly replied, which slightly caught him by surprise.
"From this point on, until I release you, you're to listen closely to my instructions and do EXACTLY as I say, do you understand? he said, quietly but with force.
"Oh yes Sir, I will try my best" she said in a voice heavy with emotion.
"Tell me what you'll do" he ordered
"EXACTLY what you tell me to" she replied, quick as a flash
"Good girl." he rewarded her. "Now, take 3 steps forwards. STOP. Turn 90 degrees to your right. STOP. You've turned too far. That WILL need correcting."
"Sorry Sir" she murmured and started to rotate back.
"STOP MOVING" he bellowed immediately, not caring if his neighbours heard.
She paled, not saying a word as she stood there, her nervous exhalations steaming from her parted lips in the cold night air.
"I WILL apply some discipline to you if you continue to make mistakes like that." He growled harshly in her right ear. "Nod if you understand."
She immediately nodded vigorously.
He'd moved up right behind her as she stood, blindfolded in his rural driveway.
He reached around either side of her, careful not to touch her with his body, before clamping his hands tightly around her waist, twisting her back the few degrees she'd over-rotated. She gasped at the sudden, heavy contact and he couldn't resist stepping in and allowing her to feel his hardness pushing against her from behind, through his straining pants. His hands still on her hips, he felt her noticeably tremble and sink slightly. Is that what they call going weak at the knees, he smiled to himself, as her body sagged back into his slightly.
He was feeling so sexually charged it was hard to register his own thoughts and he had to shake his head to focus on leading her inside. "Take 4 steps forward. NOT THREE. NOT FIVE. FOUR" he barked at her "How many steps are you going to take, convict?"
"FOUR SIR" she answered loudly.
"CORRECT!" he blasted "WELL?? MOVE!!"
She gingerly walked forwards, completely blind under her sleep mask, stopping on the fourth.
"You are TRYING MY PATIENCE, woman." he snapped.
"Sorry sir" she whimpered quietly.
"WHAT!?" he continued, warming to this unfamiliar dynamic "STOP MUMBLING!"
"SORRY SIR" she repeated with volume
"You are to navigate the three steps up in front of you to the front door" he growled "If you make ANOTHER mistake, I will rip your clothes off and give you the heaviest of floggings as soon as we are inside, bent over a chair and marking you as a reminder to please me. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND!?"
"Yes Sir." she gulped.
"MOVE!" he commanded her.
She tentatively lifted her right foot forwards until her toes found the step and she lifted and placed her sole onto the first wide step, bringing her left foot up to follow suit.
"FASTER!" he barked, finding himself feeling unexpectedly further aroused by his control and her obsequious replies.
She repeated the process more quickly now for the remaining two steps, his hands tight on her hips, his fingers digging in, locking her in a straight line.
"STOP" he bawled as he reached for the key and opened the door. The pleasant blanket of heat from inside drifting over them in the cold night air. He looked up and realised that the sky was as clear as he could ever remember seeing it and he guessed it was his senses sharpening with all this sexual energy flowing through him. He noticed a glorious full moon rising on the eastern horizon and remembered reading that there was to be a once in 10 years Blue Moon that month. He smiled at the portentousness of it being that particular night.
"Take FOUR steps forwards and THEN turn 90 degrees" he continued, as he placed his hands back on her hips roughly. "DON'T FUCK THIS UP!"
She nodded demurely and carefully stepped over the threshold into his house.
"Wait there. Don't move until you're called" he ordered once she was inside, slamming the door with a bang and turning the key in the deadlock. She jumped and he saw her take a deep fluttering breath in response, knowing she was now locked inside his domain.
"I will, sir" she replied obediently, head dipped in submission
He then moved around her and down the hall, flicking lights to the spare room, lighting the candles and looking at the scene with satisfaction. It looked functional and erotic, a place of potential pain and pleasure... freedom, perhaps, from the everyday pressures for the next couple of hours. He turned back and looked at her facing towards him along the hall, oblivious behind her sleeping mask, hands fiddling in front of her... anxious or perhaps restlessly excited by the sexual energy coiled inside her, waiting to be unleashed.
"Walk forwards." he commanded her, the sound loud in the enclosed space. "Stop. Now turn 90 degrees to your left and step into your dungeon, with a further 2 steps until your shins are touching the futon"
He stepped in close behind her again once she'd done as he instructed, the French Vanilla scent of the candles beginning to fill the room. This time, as she felt his hardness against her buttocks, he put his mouth to her left ear and whispered darkly "I'm going to take you while we're in here, in every way you can imagine, force you open, explore you, mark you and fill every inch of you. No one can save you from that now. No one will hear your screams. No one knows where you are. You need to please me. You will only be freed after I've forced you to FULLY satisfy me."
She groaned deeply, grinding backwards through her skirt against his throbbing manhood.
"Please," she whispered back longingly. "Please, please do that to me Sir"
He lightly kissed her earlobe, before allowing the tip of his tongue and warm breath to dance inside her ear, causing her to shiver and emit another, more desire-laden groan. He took her lobe between his teeth, clenching down to leave a bite mark.
"Please Sir, don't hurt me, I'll be good" She breathed.
"I'll be the decider of that" he murmured as he continued rolling her ear lobe between his teeth, lightly running his hands up her flanks to cup her heavy breasts through her blouse. She was starting to pant and he noticed his own breathing was not dissimilar.
He stepped back, causing a slight note of disappointment from her throat, and reached for the padded blindfold. Flicking the light switch off, he said "I want you to keep your eyes tightly shut and remove your sleeping mask, holding it out in front of you. I will give you a more substantial mask to put back on. A mask that you can open your eyes behind once fitted. Is that clear?"
"Very clear Sir, thank you" her eager reply, as she lifted the sleeping mask from her face and held it in front of her.
He paused and stepped close in front of her, she looked so trusting and vulnerable, innocent even, that he couldn't resist a sudden urge.
Whispering "Keep those eyes closed tight." He leaned in and very gently kissed first her right eyelid and then her left, feeling her eyeballs fluttering underneath his lips, before lightly trailing his lips down and brushing her own, which immediately parted... and she sighed, as he was no longer there.
He took the mask from her and placed the one he'd chosen in her hands. She fitted it and let out an expressionful "Wow! My eyes are open and it's absolutely pitch black, so much better than with them closed!"
"Sir!" she added as an afterthought with a smirk.
He smiled at her reaction, but took her chin between thumb and forefinger, sternly saying "From this point on you may make all the noises you like, you may shake or nod your head in reply, but you will only speak when spoken too. You are solely here for my pleasure, to be used by me. Is that clear?
"Oh yes Sir, sorry Sir" her demure response.
He flicked the soft overhead light back on.
"I want you to slowly undress, while I run my eyes over you, inspecting you before I place you on my torture rack. I want you to start from the top and work down, holding each article of clothing out in front, for me to take from you. You're not to flinch or stop if you sense me close or touching you at any point. You are mine to do with as I please."
She nodded and began removing her suit jacket. He took it from her outstretched hands and put it on a hanger in the open cupboard. She took a shuddering, deep, breath and began unbuttoning her blouse...
