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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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He stood nervously outside her door in the cold damp evening trying to summon the courage to knock when it suddenly opened and a voice he knew only from the telephone called 'Well, come in, it's wet outside!'. The hallway inside was lit only by candles, shadows deep and secretive lurking in every corner. Gathering his resolve he stepped inside and the door closed at once behind him. Turning he saw her standing in the space revealed by the door, her shapely black dress reaching down to the floor and concealing as much as it revealed. She smiled as she walked up to him and pulled his face close to hers, her bright red lips opening as their mouths met. The kiss was fierce, deep and passionate, her tongue forcing itself deep into his mouth, probing, searching, teasing and leaving him shocked at it's intensity when she finally broke away.
'This way' she said, taking his hand and leading him along the hallway and into a huge bedroom with a massive bay window looking out onto miles of empty ocean. The sound of the surf breaking on the rocks below took the place of music as she watched him closely. The centerpiece of the room was a solid four poster bed complete with canopy and turned oak posts that wouldn't have looked out of place in a royal palace. On the far wall stood a similarly heavy dressing table, covered in things he thought only existed on porn sets. Ropes of all shapes and colours, cuffs, collars, spreader bars, humblers, crops, whips, canes.. all manner of implements and devices sat there, waiting. He gazed in amazement & surprise at the equipment arrayed before him, fascinated by it. She moved behind him, her long arms circling his waist as she gently nibbled on his neck... "You seem interested...but so nervous... you need to learn to let go. Wait there."
With that she disappeared through a side door into what he could only assume was a dressing room of sorts. As he waited his eye was drawn again and again to the dresser and it's contents... how did she know. He hadn't mentioned anything about his fantasies to her yet somehow she knew. He gazed at the dresser, noticing for the first time the cleats attached to the sides and the slightly higher than normal height. There his thoughts stopped as she walked back into the room, the six inch heels of her thighboots announcing her arrival with loud, decisive clicks. He turned, to find her standing there in a skin-tight latex catsuit, thighboots and a corset so strict it looked as though he could fit his hands around her waist with room to spare.
"So" she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You have a choice to make". Her hand began to slowly caress his genitals through his trousers as she continued to speak, gently teasing him. "I will teach you things about yourself you have never dreamed of. You will experience things you didn't even think were possible, but only if you are willing to trust me completely." Her hand tightened, squeezing him gently as she spoke again, "I am going to leave you alone for five minutes. On the dresser you will find a blindfold, a ballgag and a set of handcuffs. If you want to learn, you will be waiting for me when I return. You will be naked, except for the gag which you will buckle as tightly as you can into your mouth and the blindfold which you will place over your eyes. You will then cuff your hands behind your back and kneel at the side of the bed. Otherwise, you may leave. The choice is yours". She gave his balls a sharp squeeze, kissed him hard then turned and left him standing, shaking and alone.
TBC.. |
