With my hands tied behind my back, my main concern was my hair. He desired it untied so it would frame my face in wavy locks, loosely hanging past my shoulders.
I liked that look on myself, but I had a small concern. If I moved my head, would my hair end up in my face? I disliked hair sticking to me when I was hot and sweaty.
Nothing I can do about it now, I sighed resigned. My hands were tied behind my back and I couldn’t reach my hair, or my face.
Shaking my head slightly, I felt my hair brush my shoulders and tickle the middle of my back. One lock came loose and brushed against my breast, covered in goosebumps and highlighted by a very erect nipple.
I swallowed and pressed my lips together.
I was naked, tied up, and all alone.
Kneeling on the bed with my legs apart, I glanced down. I could see the mist on my skin, light perspiration marking my arousal. Part of me desired to look at my labia, puffy and swollen with anticipation, but I didn’t want to mess with my hair.
Better sit still and wait for him, I thought. As much as I wanted to see, and touch myself there, I was unable.
The ropes on my wrists enforced my submission.
“You wanted this,” he had stated after after he disrobed me. Always in control, he managed to peel away my clothes with grace, taking his time, folding and smoothing down wrinkles as he put each piece away on a nearby dresser.
His kisses were light and tentative; I understood that now was not the time to get all hot and bothered.
Once I was completely naked, he turned me around and carefully wrapped rope around my wrists. When he was done, he reached around the front of my body to caress my breasts.
“Do you still want it,” he whispered into the nape of my neck.
I nodded and wiggled my arms behind my back. There was no way I could free myself.
He led me to the bed and helped me climb on top, positioning me so I was kneeling with my legs slightly apart.
“Comfortable?” he asked with a look of lust in his eyes.
Oh my god, I thought as I nodded my agreement. Looking him over, fully dressed and in no rush to take anything off, I attempted to close my knees. I had a sudden urge to touch something, anything, to that tender spot at my junction to satisfy my hunger.
Naturally, I failed to relieve the building pressure between my thighs.
I watched him smile and shake his head, then turn and reach for a piece of cloth.
“What about this?” he asked, holding it up to show me. It was blindfold made out of soft, dark silk, long enough to tie comfortably behind my head in several knots.
I shook my head no. This was my first time naked and tied with rope, and I wanted to see things.
“Not this time,” I told him, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.
“No worries,” he replied and put the blindfold away. Then, he left the room.
Closing my eyes now, I strained to hear his impending return. How long will he leave me here on this bed, vulnerable and tied up?
I tried to relax and focus in on the tingling in my nether region. What is he going to do next?
Trying to predict his next move, I fretted a little. I worried slightly he would lose control too fast and turn this slow and erotic dance into a fast and passionate fuck session, something I hoped he would refrain from this time.
Trying to calm my worries about what will, or won’t happen, I forced myself back to recall my studies about sexual submission.
Letting go of fear and anxiety is part of it, I reminded myself. I trust him, and consented to this, and I have my safeword.
I pondered my sexual vulnerability and realized, I wasn’t afraid. I was, however, acutely aroused as was evident from the moisture building between my legs.
A creak, caused by a step on a loose floorboard, woke me out of my pensive trance.
He’s here, I realized and turned my head to face him.
He stood there, tall and still dressed in a black Polo shirt, black jeans and no shoes or socks. His face, usually clean shaven, featured at least two days of stubble.
Immediately my thoughts went to my pussy. I was clean shaven down there, subtle and soft…
Breathing in deeply, I closed and reopened my eyes. He stood in front of the bed now, scanning my nude body. My own eyes diverted away from his stoic expression and glanced down toward his hands. He was carrying something in both of them…
Curious, I inspected the items as closely as I could from my vantage point. In one hand he held a wand, wireless and white. I recognized the head of the toy as I had a similar one at home, although a different color. In the other hand, he held something transparent. At first, I couldn’t tell what it was, but he must have noticed my curiosity and held it up in front of my face.
It was glass dildo, smooth and enhanced by shimmers of pastel-like colours. It was slightly curved and its shaft was ribbed as if wrapped by ribbon.
He smiled as my widened eyes and placed both toys on the bed beside me.
“Shh,” he said and placed a finger at my mouth. “No talking…”
Instinctively, I opened my lips to welcome his finger into my mouth ready to lick and suck him in, but he took it away and instead leaned in to kiss me.
“So erotic,” he whispered as he turned to walk to the other side of the bed.