Sophie
I was nervous opening the door, wondering what outfit would be on the other side. I was generally nervous anyway as what the night would bring, but I’d slept with George before so I thought that it couldn’t be too bad. I just wanted to get started as it was the not knowing that was killing me.
I entered the room and there were a few items laid on the bed, meticulously laid out to where they would be on a human body, soon to be my body. It started off with black heels which had a high shine, then it got more interesting. The next part were latex stockings that would go all the way up to the middle of my thighs, with a matching garter belt. The outfit was finished off with an open-cupped bra and latex gloves.
I was apprehensive and a little bit relived. From the video’s I had seen, some of the women were wearing all sorts of heavy bondage wear. This seemed relatively tame compared to some of the things I’d seen the night before. Maybe the extreme bit came later, but then again I wondered if George was just taking it easy on me as I’d never done anything like this before. Maybe this was just the start of it.
There was a bottle of lube on the side with a note that read, “You might need this.” I didn’t know what he meant. I undressed my plain clothes, ready to put the much sexier ones on. I was looking forward to looking and feeling sexy. I grabbed the latex stockings and went to put them over my legs, then quickly realised why I may have needed the lubricant.
I rubbed it over my legs and it felt like regular massage gel, except it left a lather of slippery substance on my skin with which I could slide up my latex stockings, as I did with my garter belt. I placed my feet into the shiny black heels and loved the look of my perfect legs. The black material hid any imperfections, and it was nice to cover some bruises. I finished the outfit with the bra and gloves and was ready to let George see me. It all fit perfectly, none of the clothes I’d ever bought for myself had ever felt like this.
Wearing the latex gloves was a big turn on, even opening the bedroom door felt odd. It was all very new and exciting. I walked out of the room and immediately locked eyes with George. He couldn’t help but smile, and it was the first full smile I’d ever seen from him. He seemed very happy to see me.
“You look incredible,” he said. It felt incredible to receive such a compliment. It also gave me huge confidence. In our previous encounter I was unsure on what to do and pretty much lay there; I thought this time I might make the first steps.
I walked over to him to give him a closer look, and he put down his drink in anticipation. I used my latex gloves to undo his tie and he was happy to let me lead. I removed his tie and threw it to the floor and then stood there, waiting for him to take control.
“Go on,” he said to me, seemingly willing me to take some initiative, so I did. I came up close as I unzipped his suit trousers. I reached inside his trousers and started massaging his cock, and he seemed to take great pleasure from it.
Eventually I pulled his cock out of his trousers and it was stood there, erect in the middle of his apartment. I led him over to his sofa and sat him down, and sat right next to him. I stroked his cock with one hand and reached in for a kiss—risky move, I thought. He responded with a passionate French kiss. I was feeling more and more confident with each step.
I lowered my head so I could put his cock in my mouth, and as I did it he put his fingers through the back of my hair and held a tight grip. He controlled the rhythm. Pausing me over his cock before pushing my head down to let me suck it. I was better than last time, I knew it. I’d been taking a few tips from the video’s I’d been watching, and the increase in his moans from last time was a good sign.
“Let’s go into your room,” he said, wanting to move onto the next stage.
My room? I found it funny that he referred to it as that. It had probably been the room of many girls, I thought. As soon as we entered he closed the door behind us.
“Just let me know if you’re not okay with any of this, and we’ll stop,” he said. I really hoped it wouldn’t have to get to that point. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a blindfold, and placed it over my eyes. My vision was totally covered and I was now in the dark, eagerly anticipating what he was going to go next.
His next move was to put my hands in restraints. They weren’t handcuffs, as the material that went around my wrists was soft, but there was a chain in between them. Either way, I couldn’t have removed my hands from them. I was wondering what he was going to do with my body and what position it was going to be put in, but instead he slightly moved me to the side and put my hands above my head and clipped them onto something. Whatever the chain was attached to, I hadn’t noticed it before.
I relaxed my arms and they were suspended from the ceiling, leaving my whole body exposed to him. The first thing I felt was a hand on my ass, and a gentle squeeze. That gentle squeeze turned into a gentle slap. He kept leaving gaps in between, some longer than others but the power of his bare hand on my bare ass was growing and growing. Each time it made an ever increasing slapping sound, and my moans got louder too. I was very much okay with this.
I was left there for a moment, hanging from the ceiling with one of my senses, sight, useless to me. My sense of touch, however, had never been more alive. I heard a rustle from the drawer behind me. He had reached in for something else and I was soon to find out what it was. It didn’t take long as the pain was taken to new heights. I was whipped across both cheeks and could feel the rush of sensation.
He ran it over me and I could feel the individual tassels over the contours of my body. It felt like leather and smelt like it as he ran it under my nose, caressing my body with something which was about to give me pain. By this time I had relaxed, I was no longer tensing up and was waiting for the next whip on my ass.
It didn’t come there, however, he whipped between my legs and the leather tassels flicked up onto my pussy. It hurt, but I loved it. I wanted it again. The next blow came on my bare nipples, which showed over the cupless bra. He was toying with where he was going to strike me next, and it thrilled me.
The next sensation was between my lips as George place a ball gag between then, before tying it round the back. It wasn’t too tight, but it sat firmly between my teeth. I felt like my senses were being taken one-by-one. He went back to spanking me with his bare hand, the sound of the slap was loud, and I bit down on the gag.
My cheeks must have been bright red at this moment and I wasn’t sure I could take much more. George must have felt that too, as he stopped. I felt him in front of me, kissing my neck. I could feel his clothes, it felt like he was still wearing a shirt and trousers. The next thing I felt was his hands at the back of my thighs.
He lifted me up, and whatever it was that was keeping me attached to the ceiling, it was now taking my full weight on it. He swung my legs onto his shoulders and put his head between my thighs. This was fun. It was like after all the hard-core spanking, he wanted to treat me. His tongue felt amazing on my clit as my latex clad legs rested on his shoulders. He played with his fingers on my clit, and seemed to be admiring my pussy.
It wasn’t too long until I was placed back down. George reached up and undid both of my wrists from the restraints. I had a moment to take back my breath. I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life—not like that was saying much.
“Are you okay?” said George. It seemed to me like he was checking I was available to go onto the next level.
Considering a gag was restricting my ability to speak, I had to agree by other means. I nodded my head as clearly as I possibly could. I wasn’t okay—I was feeling amazing. It was an escape from everything, and the way he was treating me made me feel like I could trust him. I was trying things I never had before, but that just made it exciting.
“Get on the bed, in the doggy-style position.” I was guided to the side of the bed before finding my way on. I put my arms out straight, my back arched and knees on the bed. With my behind perfectly presented to him.
It was time for more restraints. The bed had a post on each corner and that’s where I felt they must have come from, as all my four limbs were individually tied, my legs and arms wide apart. I heard George’s clothes drop to the floor, and felt him climb on the bed behind me. He pressed in against me and again I could feel his body, but this time he was naked.
He pressed his cock into my pussy and it slid in a lot easier than last time. I was so much more wet and relaxed. My moans were muffled through the gag as he started fucking me harder and deeper. At this point I was a little jealous. I knew he had positioned me in front of the window and knew he’d be able to see my reflection in it, but I wanted to see the same. I wanted to be able to see the restraints and watch this man fucking me. I wanted to look at my own face and watch the pleasure I was having.
The irony felt clear to me. Here I was tied to a bed being fucked by a man who was my life source and I’d never felt more free. I never got the fuss with sex, the few times I’d had it was awkward and not very pleasurable. Now I got it, it was like a door had been unlocked in my mind. All of the while this man had his hands on my hips and was fucking me deeply and it felt like he was just about to climax.
And then he stopped. Everything stopped. He climbed off the bed and it all went silent. I tried to ignore my own breathing, which was heavy, and I could barely pick out his. Then he left the room. What was I supposed to be doing? I was enjoying that and then suddenly he wanted to stop. Did he cum? Was that it? Why hasn’t he tried to untie me? I tried to see if I could get loose from the restraints, I was getting paranoid and worried, then all of a sudden the whip cracked against my unexpectant ass.
You bastard! I thought—I wouldn’t dare say it out loud, even if I could. He must have been there the whole time, playing with me. Out of all the things he was doing to me, him not doing anything to me was the worst part, which made that whip all the more pleasurable.
He climbed back in his position and repeated the process, though this time he was rougher, and had a whip in his hand. He grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and had the other resting on the small of my back. Pushing off in order to whip the top of my ass before placing his hand down again. All I was thinking was "harder, harder... I can take it" and it was unbridled joy.
He stopped grabbing my hair to grab my blindfold. He reached over and tore it away from my head. I was desperately frustrated, I wanted to see that vision of him fucking me, but the wait was painful. My eyes were taking a while to adjust to the light and it wasn’t happening quickly enough. Eventually I gained focus. There I was, gag in mouth, being whipped behind me. I didn’t know whether I should be ashamed or ecstatic, was this normal? Surely I shouldn’t be enjoying this—all I knew is that I was.
He stopped again, and this time I watched in the reflection as he undid the restraints on my legs. He grabbed me on either side of my hips and flipped me over. Pulling my still tied arms into the centre of the bed as my wrists crossed each other, he reached around the back of my head and undid the gag.
He ran his fingers over my latex stockings before moving in to massage my clit. He placed his hand by the side of my face and kissed me. I smiled, broadly. I don’t think he was expecting it and smiled back, but immediately tried to hide it. He guided his cock into my pussy and moved his hand from the side of my head and onto my throat. I could breathe, but it was a lot harder.
It was a rush, and I felt my whole body shake with pleasure. As he was fucking me harder and harder, having less control of the pressure on my throat, but I loved the domination. I loved being submissive. My regard for my own safety had gone and my life felt like it was in this man’s hands, and for some crazy reason, I trusted him.
I looked him in the eyes. My moans were heavy and I was looking at him with lust. It was coming to a climax and he took his hand from my throat and placed it underneath my neck, and he leant in. Face-to-face, lips touching until he gave one last thrust and I felt my pussy fill up with his warm cum. He stayed there, looking at me, not saying a word.
He leant in for a kiss, and I kissed back. He undid the restraints from my hands and I was finally free, not that I cared. I could have done that all night. It was over, I thought I was sharing a moment with him, and I thought he was feeling the same thing. But without warning he climbed off the bed and went to grab his clothes that had been thrown across the floor.
“Feel free to have a quick shower, but be no longer than 20 minutes,” were his only words.
I wanted to just lay there forever, but the thought of travelling back hot, sweaty and covered in lube and cum wasn’t going to be the best look. I had one last look at myself in the mirror before taking my bra off, taking off my heels and gloves and rolling down my garter and stockings.
I had a quick shower and got myself changed back into my regular clothes, a lot nicer than the old ones I had to get back into last time, I thought to myself. I had enjoyed it. I still didn’t like the idea of being used for sex, but the sex we had was amazing. I thought that when I get a settled life somewhere down the line, that it might be nice to do things on my own terms.