A bit tied up.....

Nothing unusual about today, laying here tied to our bed where we sleep every night.  Except that I hear a different tone in your breathing, like you are anticipating something, something I’m unaware of.

You asked me to dress in my silky underwear, the sort which glides on my skin, caressing it every time I move.  Of course I like to please, and do as you request.  Silky knickers complete with suspender belt and stockings, all in black.  Silky underwear makes me feel so sexy, rubbing on my skin, so softly and gently.  This silkiness is already damp between my legs, that’s how much it makes my skin tingle.

I allow you to tie me up as you have so many times in our life so far, the leather cuffs on each ankle and wrist, securing me tightly and yet somehow they feel tighter than ever before, like it’s important to you that I can never escape.

Finally the blindfold, the one which plunges me into darkness, leaving me with myself for what seems like eternity.  Images and ideas racing through my mind, what exactly is going to happen?  Heart racing a little, palms getting a gentle sweat on, and intimate dampness increasing as each second goes by.

In the quietness I realise that you have left the room, or have you?

Perhaps you did, but you have returned with someone else?

Without the sense of sight, my ears hear every little movement, and although I can’t be certain, I can be sure that there is at least one other person in the room.

One of the people in the room comes closer, to tease me.  I know it’s not you but who is it?  This person has silky soft legs, and is wearing beautifully indulgently silky nylons.  The touch of the nylons as they caress me, the kiss on my lips is so soft, gentle and tender.  I’m willing to get closer and closer but it seems that the mission today is to tease me and play with me like I am just your toy.

I know that the other person is not you, but I still cannot figure out who they are.  You are in the room too, I can smell and taste you, but everything is so silent, just breaths in and out deep and shallow, the body heat and the 4 hands gives the story away a little.

I wonder if there is just 4 hands or if I am going to be pleasured by more than two people, one male and one female.  Those 4 hands caressing and massaging my body, playing and teasing with me, every inch of me.  Taking turns to tease my nipples, licking and biting on them.  I am tied and can do nothing except to enjoy the pleasure and pain sensations that are coursing through my body.

Relaxing and enjoying the moment, breathing into the pain and out with a sigh of relief and relaxation. 

Your hands and theirs caress down my body past my belly button and I know you are both heading towards my warm moistness, knickers now dripping wet.  Tracing the outline of the knickers you both continue to tease me until I can take it no longer, I need you, both of you and yet I still have no idea about who our guest is.

You lean in and whisper in my ear “I found you the lady you always wanted” and finally it all falls into place.  She leans in to kiss me and takes my face tenderly in her hand, I kiss her back so deeply and yet lovingly like women kiss.  It’s just how I always imagined this moment to be.

She kisses every inch of my body, and nearing my moist wetness she traces the lines of me with her tongue, through my knickers.  Her tongue teasing me and feeling so good on the soft silkiness, I desire her tongue touching me for real, without the knickers but at the same time I adore the tease.

I know she can smell how turned on I am, I know she can taste my juices and I also know that you just love the power you have over us both.

Usually you just pull my knickers to the side and fuck me as I am now, but I hear you say “Its time” I hear her leave the room and return just moments later.  I wonder what the hell is going on, my mind lurches from scenario to scenario, and before I can wonder any further I feel the cold sensation of something metal on my skin.

Something so very close to my intimate area, I recognise it but can’t fathom it out in my adrenaline fuelled moment.  I begin to feel more and more exposed to the air around and realise that someone is cutting the very piece of cloth which remains between me and full exposure.

Each tiny little snip aimed at tantalising me brings tongues closer and closer to me, at least I hope or if not some fingers to release some of the tension that I feel in me.

It seems to take hours but I’m sure it can only be minutes; finally I am totally exposed to you and her.  She walks away and puts the scissors on the bedside table, you both stand there staring at me (or at least it fills that way).

I hear the undoing of a zip, and I can only presume that you are taking your trousers off, and then I realise that she is undoing you.  You tell her to kneel on the floor and to suck you, as I listen I am playing the picture in my mind. It frustrates the hell out of me knowing that she is getting exactly what I really want, your cock.

Just when I thought the frustration would never end, I feel the most divine tongue on the earth in my wetness, delving deep, exploring my hole. Not just a tongue but a finger too, probing me, one finger, then two, you find that spot deep inside me the one that pushes me over the edge every time.

Then you kiss me and I realise that it wasn’t you at all, she has the most perfect touch which compares exactly to yours, as she plays with me you kiss me and tease my nipples in the way that you always do.

Her nyloned legs move closer to mine and she comes further up the bed, kissing me as she goes, and then something I don’t expect at all, as our genitals rub together for the first time I realise that she has a cock, a nice big hard cock which slips in without even a breath or a pause, except to catch mine and take it away.

She’s fucking me as you watch, and I can hear you wanking near my face, you grab my head and force your cock deep inside my mouth and throat gagging me.  Fucked in two holes for the first time, your cock restricting my breath, and it leaves me feeling used.

Just one night... part 2 (written for one special person you know who you are)

With no warning a cold piece of leather is caressing my underneath, I can sense you standing in front of me and what I now begin to realise must be a leather toy is being ran up me until it gets to my chin.  It’s so impersonal, and yet so delicate, but feels as if it could be something more ferocious if I don’t do as expected.

As it reaches my chin it is expecting me to lift my head as prompted. I wonder what will happen if I don’t but I’m not sure I want to play those games with you just yet. Lifting my head I hear you smile, I hear a change in your breathing and I know you like what you see.

You move around me, I stay exactly as positioned.  The piece of leather (which I am still trying to work out quite what it is) caresses all the way down me, from my neck right down the middle of my back.

The first tap of what I now realise is a crop shocks me, causing a sharp intake of breath.  That burning sensation of pain on my bottom cheek mixed with that welcome warming sensation which every tap of the crop creates has reminded me how vulnerable I am.

The tip of that crop explores every inch of my body, sometimes with a gentle stroke and others with the tap of increasing strength.  My whole body is tingling, wanting you, wanting more than the crop but can do nothing about it.  Anything would be obedience and I know that would be punished by a longer wait.  You will do what you want with me when you are ready, and for that I am grateful.

My bottom must be nice and pink by now; you have certainly given it plenty of attention.  For the first time you speak, using the crop to indicate what you mean and ask me to spread my legs a little wider so that you can inspect me properly.

Just as I wonder what is coming next, I feel a finger slipping inside me, it is then at this point I realise just how wet I have become.  I know I would be but your touch has confirmed it to me, my body craves for you to slip another finger in so that I can be expanded a little.  I desperately want to lean back on your finger so it might go in a bit deeper, but I think you know that is my desire because you stop exactly at that moment.  You know just how to tease me, and it’s frustrating the hell out of me!

I think I’m going to go out of my mind if you don’t take me and fuck me right this second, you’ve created a monster of anticipation in me and it won’t be long before this monster is completely out of control.  It’s eating away at me; causing me to become so wet I must be dripping but can do nothing about it as you have me just where you want me. In your control.

Gone Doggin, oh hello officer I meant fishing...

All dressed up and nowhere to go.... its freezing cold outside and raining on and off...

All wet and horny from an earlier first coffee meet, persuaded to leave the warm cosyness of the house and take our third trip to a local(ish) dark nature reserve where we understand people sometimes meet to go fishing....

All dressed up, corset, suspender belt and stockings, mini-skirt, knee high boots oh and minus knickers of course!

A 30 minute car journey which felt on one hand that it was racing by and yet on another seems to take forever...

Soon heading out into the dark countryside, the country lanes get smaller and smaller, and darker and darker, until we are at a familiar carpark.

My heart starts to race, there are a couple of cars here... where to park, dont park too close to other cars, or should we? Lights on or off? flash headlights or not? Lets just sit in the dark and see what happens.

A pounding heart replaced by a throbbing clit, adrenaline and a feeling of nervous excitement, my pussy begins to dribble at the thought of whats next.

Sitting in the dark, car starting to steam up and hubby playing with my wet pussy to relax me, suddenly becoming aware of shadows around the car, my pussy becoming wetter and wetter.
Should we get out or stay in?

Not being able to tell just how many people are around the car, I send hubby out first to check it out, as my eyes adjust I can see him talking to 2 people, he gives me the nod and I tentitively step out of the car. 3 pairs of eyes on me where there are usually just 1... 3 pairs of eyes scanning my body taking in the view, with a throbbing clit and a now dripping wet pussy I take a few innocent steps closer.

Feeling the freezing cold wind biting at my bum, nervous anticipation and we say a few hellos and hubby tells the group this is my first time actually getting out of the car, the atmosphere very friendly and welcoming, in a really sex charged way. Everyone knowing why we are here but nobody overstepping the mark.

Another car approaches, jumping back in the car incase its the police, its a car that is familiar to the guys, they approach the car and soon its on its way again, the guys returning to the car again tell a story about the man they have just sent on his way because they dont like the way he behaves around women and certainly wouldnt want him anywhere near me.... I feel comforted by this move, they are genuinely respectful men and they are telling me I hold the control in the situation. I find myself wanting to hand that control over, and have a moment of wishing i was collared and on my lead of safety.

I'm placed with too many decisions to make, the type of decisions I handed over to hubby when I became his sub. I giggle nervously as I get out of the car again, and invite the guys to come closer, in the blink of an eye I have a cock in each hand, my nipples are being sucked each one by a different person, and a warm finger playing with my clit.

Kissing my husband at the same time I can see that his cock is hard in the twilight and he is enjoying it as much as I am.

Another set of lights approach, very fast, I hear a van door open, just like the A-Team and I see several people getting out... the police are here and everyone is moving towards their own vehicles.

Shit! what do we do, sitting in panic should we drive away, should we just sit and pretend all is normal. An officer approaches the car and asks what we are doing... just chatting officer, honestly!

He seems to accept this and goes for a look around, it seems everyone has answered their questions and they are on their way. For a few moments we all sit in the silent dark, all we can hear is our hearts pounding.

Calm is restored once again and the shadows are at the windows again, the stories about "fishing" officer are discussed in a manly giggle, and one being questioned about him "talking to a lady who want wearing much clothing" he replied saying that it was dark and he didnt see what I was wearing!

The police visit was unusual, regulars saying they often saw a car have a sweep but never so many police officers and never questioned before... must have been the man they got rid of "its his style" I guess thats a "if I cant play then neither can you"

A bit spooked from the visit, the cold night drawing in at nearly 1am it was time to call it a night and get warm.
Cant wait to do it again x

Just one night....

Arriving as instructed, pressing the button on the entry system hoping to gain access, listening to the ringing on the speaker, wondering if it will be you that answers.

 As I wait patiently in the cold night air, the caress of the frost on the ground begins to linger around my ankles.  It feels like its taking ages for someone, perhaps you, to answer.  Just as I start to wonder if you are even there or if I am at the right place, the ringing ends and the door is buzzed open.  No words of welcome, no understanding gained of who or what waits behind the door just an exciting opportunity for self-discovery on the horizon to be grasped with both hands.

Although my survival instincts tell me this is inherently a bad move, I am enticed by the exhilarating opportunity which lies ahead.

With a pounding heart, and palms beginning to sweat I open the door and to my relief but also horror in the same breath I am faced with another door.  On a small table by the door is a hand scribed note which I can barely read.  On closer inspection its words begin to make sense in my mind, “wear nothing at all except for what you find waiting for you, once you are ready you will be invited in”.  Alongside the note on the table I found a deep purple satin pouch, its softness seeming at odds with the circumstances in which I find myself in.

Enclosed in the purple pouch is a blindfold.  The sort that makes your world completely dark allowing no glimpses of what lies around you.  As requested, with uncertainty I remove items of clothing, folding them and placing them neatly on the table.  Conscious of my body, the surroundings, and the chill in the air I remove the final pieces of clothing, my underwear; I had dressed for you and the occasion expecting that they would feature in the evening.  Unclipping my black satin bra, and feeling so naked in that moment.  Again I wonder what on earth I am doing, but the intrigue encourages me to continue.  I begin to take down my black satin matching knickers, inch by inch not knowing whether to take my time and to linger or to rush so I can find out what’s going to happen next.  Finally those silky black stockings which I chose especially for you, with the lacy tops.  They have been caressing my legs since I put them on this morning and now they are on the pile with the rest of my clothing. I am at last naked, and realise that what once felt like armour to me is now discarded in a pile on the table.

Taking the blindfold from its location on the table I positioned the purple satin pouch on the top of the neatly folded pile of clothing. Slowly placing the blindfold over my eyes, I pause for a moment as everything becomes dark.  I take another moment to inhale a deep breath or two to relax into this unfamiliar situation and to ready my mind for the time ahead.

Just as I think I can’t take the darkness and anticipation any longer, with thoughts rushing through my mind, and a conscious awareness of my naked body becoming ever present in my mind I hear the click of the door opening.

The sound of breathing from another human being, my head is filled with images of who this person is, a person who chooses not to speak.  Is it you?

A hand takes my cheek and its fingers gently stroke me, reassuringly my intuition tells me that this person means me no harm.   There is too much love invested in that caress, too much time lingering over every feature and many pauses to undertake what I can only imagine is your first inspection of me.

My nipples grow hard with every touch of your finger on my skin, goose bumps spread all over my body, I love the tingling that it produces, it makes my skin so sensitive to the touch.

As we stand there in the silence which is so loud that it deafens everything around us, almost even as if time stops.  My hand is held by that very same hand which caressed my face, it seems soft to their touch, and if it wasn’t for the strength in the hold I may have thought you were female.

I am led cordially through the door, unable to see what is around me I have to rely on my other senses which are rapidly going into overdrive.   Beneath my feet the floor has transformed from cold stone, to a wooden floor, warm in comparison to the stone.  The sensation under my feet creates all kinds of images about this place in which I am in.  I listen around me for clues which can explain the experience, once again the silence becomes so deafening that I can hear my own heart beating and little else.

Hoping I will hear some kind words of welcome and encouragement, but there are none.  Instead you invite me to sit down by by positioning me on a piece of furniture, velvety to the touch it kisses my bottom as I sit down. 

You take one of my wrists, holding my arm out straight I feel you binding it with rope, something which makes me feel so terrified and yet so safe, you take my other wrist and prepare it with the binding.

Leading me with the rope, you position me so my bottom is facing you and I am resting over the back of what I can now tell is a chaise longue, I hear you bend down, and then I realise you are tying the rope to a leg of the chair so that I cannot escape.

I know what will be coming next, it’s what always happens, you walk away from me each footstep getting fainter.  I begin to imagine all kinds of wonderful things that you may have prepared for me.  I wonder whether you will return with a flogger, or a paddle, perhaps even your whip or the crop.  Maybe it’s something else which I have never experienced before, or indeed are you a bare hand man.  A shiver runs throughout my entire body, I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter but I cannot do anything about it because my hands are tied.  Was this your intention?  Is this your way of punishing me before we even begin?

After what seems like hours the footsteps are coming towards me once again, I listen so hard for clues but I am rewarded with none.

Flashing with company.....

As the hot water flows from the shower above and hits my face, I feel it cascading on to my neck and breasts and flowing down the rest of my body.  My mind drifts to the day ahead, and begins to plan just what I will wear.  Recent gifts and purchases flash through my mind, alongside just what the day could entail.

Little black dress perhaps?  Too much for coffee, hmm what about that new skirt?  The short black one, settling on the sexy secretary look, smart enough for London without being too overdressed.

Stepping out of the shower and towelling myself dry I agree with myself, it must include stockings.... and a suspender belt, but how will I choose between 8, 12 or 14 straps?

As my body becomes dry I refocus on dressing and paying particular attention to my stockings first, wearing hosiery gloves so not to damage the stockings brought by the postman this morning.  I take them out of the packet and give them their first inspection, sheer black stockings with a gorgeous red and black lace welt, so soft and deep it will look divine resting against my thigh.

Carefully opening the stocking for the first time, with that new smell setting my heart all a flutter as I first of all encase my toes in nylon for the day.  As I bring the stocking up my leg, nylon caressing my skin they are over my knee and to the top of my thigh.  As I stroke my thigh I look forward to putting the second stocking on, and do so carefully without hesitation.

Somehow stocking clad legs feel so sexy the nylon kisses my legs, and my hand traces the shape from my toe to my thigh.

Attaching my 8 strap suspender belt metal clasp by clasp, making sure they are straight and taut to keep them confidently fixed for the day ahead, a tingle runs from the top of my neck to the tip of my toes making me shudder.

The lacy red and black bra and panty set finishes of my underwear with such style, I look at myself in the mirror and take a look at my curves, rubbing my hand over my body.  Sighing deeply I drift off into a day dream again.

Rushing, as the day dream had taken more time than I planned for, I finish my outfit with my knee length black pencil skirt, a long white shirt, slightly see through and with a low cut V-neck, and a black belt tight around my waist.

Finishing the picture with make-up, taking care to put just enough on to suit the day’s plans.  With one final glance in the mirror I add my 3” deep green heels and rush out of the door.

Arriving in London and the meeting place, the journey had already got me hot and flustered, ready for a coffee, hopefully a little something more.

He arrives, my heart pounds, and Goosebumps run riot all over my body.  As he orders coffee I catch him glimpsing over his shoulder at me, I pretend not to notice, fluttering my eyelashes at him as I try to calm myself down slightly before he joins me at the table.

As we enjoy the coffee, I give him a little flash of my stocking top he enjoys the moment but becomes aware of other eyes in the room watching what my next move will be.

He tells me I’m naughty, like that will put me off!  Unfortunately this only encourages an innocent girl like me to do it more.  Catching the glances of 3 other men who have noticed what’s happening but daren’t come any closer I flash a little more, enough to tantalise, without being slutty.

Apparently its best if we leave before I get a bit too over excited, or is it really because he can’t wait much longer before he can have me all to himself?  Whichever it is I am feeling hornier as the minutes tick by and he takes my arm and escorts me to the train towards his home.

He sits facing me, the carriage has a few people in but not too many.  I flash a little top for his pleasure, out of the corner of my eye I catch another gentleman looking my way.  He stands by the train door looking through the glass at my stocking top which is on display.  He sees me noticing him and appears to look away not wanting to be caught, or trying to tease me. He knows exactly what I’m doing.

Flashing a little bit more I pretend to not notice the admirer looking by smiling at the company I am with and giggling with him about my renewed naughtiness,  once again I glance over towards my gentleman admirer and him a give a shy wink.  He winks back, and before I know it he is coming over to sit nearer to me and my company.

My heart is leaping out of my chest, and I’m wondering what the hell I’ve done but I’m also so wet and horny by this point.  My company doesn’t know quite where to look or if to look at the other gentleman admirer or not.  I pretend everything is normal, just hoping he doesn’t come any closer than where he is sitting now.

By now I have two gentlemen looking at me flashing, so having some fun with the situation and glancing around to see who else is looking or can see (noticing that others may be able to see but are certainly not responding to the situation if they can).  I rub the clasps one by one looking to my company for some reassurance, revealing a little more leg each time.  The gentleman admirer puts his bag on his lap as if to cover up what was happening to him, and to hide what was going on.

There was another stirring in the crotch of my company who looked as if he was enjoying it as much as the admirer, except knowing that he would before long be having lots more of me than the admirer would ever have the chance of.

We pulled in at another stop, the admirer was making his way towards the door and with a returning glance mouthed thank you to me as I winked at him.  He got off the train, glanced over his shoulder and winked at me as the train pulled out of the station.

I giggled with my company about what the admirer would be doing when he got home!  As we were nearing our stop decorum was restored at least for a few minutes anyway!

Stepping off the train onto a freezing cold platform to wait for our connecting train I stood close to him so I could tease him, rubbing my nylon and heeled foot up his leg, right up to his crotch.  He looked at me for a moment with a look of “just how much longer do I have to wait until I can fuck you?”

As the next train arrived at the platform there was an air of urgency increasing in our step, sitting at one end of a quiet carriage I flashed him full on, knickers, suspender belt and stockings on view to him only.

My company can’t take it any longer, and he begins to stroke my knee a little, my body is crying out for more.  He senses this and slips his hand further up my thigh and caressing my lacy stocking top.  Fingers creeping up beyond my stocking top and the clasps, he cheekily sneaks a finger higher rubbing my panties.  I’m sure he can feel how wet I am now and how ready I am for him.

I lean in closer and kiss him on the lips, the smell of sex is in the air, he is rock hard and I am so wet.  The train pulls into the station; we jump off and walk with purpose to his flat.