Five more hidden words

Who needs chocolate, strawberries, champagne or oysters when really, the greatest aphrodisiac known to man is……………anticipation.

And the anticipation of what the night ahead had to offer was almost more than I could cope with. My pussy was throbbing, and as I sat nervously in the driver’s seat of my car and I could feel the wetness of arousal dampening my panties.

The anticipation.

The unknown.

However, it was not totally unknown to me. I had come to this place before and allowed myself to be the voyeur. I had watched with fearful, erotic fascination as both men and women gave themselves permission to submit. I was acutely aware that it took an inner strength and a great deal of trust to allow oneself to be bound and powerless in a room with a person or persons whose only wish was to play a dominant sexual role. To touch, tease, spank, whip, lick and fuck a person who has only a ‘safe word’ to stop them.

My days as the voyeur to this sexual practice were numbered. There were no numbers left. Tonight, I was going to relinquish control of my body and its physical reactions to another. Tonight, another man was going to dominate me and push my erotic boundaries in ways that I had only ever risked in imagination.

He was recommended to me by another. This other woman and I had discussed our individual sexual interests and fantasies and when I had divulged my secret desire to be spanked and tied up my chat companion put forth his name as a contact. She had ‘played’ with him before. She could vouch for his skills. This was important. If I was going to experience this fantasy, I wanted it to be done properly. I wanted to be dominated but I wanted to be dominated by a man who knew how. A control freak such as myself could not be properly aroused and dominated by a partner who was not competent and confident. He had to be practiced in the art.

To play the Dominant is an art. It requires skill, perception, touch, timing and awareness. Anyone can smack a bottom, but a great Dom knows how to spank and make the receiver beg and need to be spanked again even if they swore than no-one would ever lay a hand on them.

A great Dom knows how to use the lightest of touch to make his submissive ache and writhe with desire. He or she knows the art of playing with a feather or an ice-cube on a bound and blind-folded, naked body that is not expecting such surprises.

I wanted this……..and more.

We had made contact online. We had spoken at length on the phone. We had met over a coffee in a busy city café. It was important to me that this first foray into BDSM, as soft as it might be, was with someone I felt safe, comfortable and sexually attracted to.

He was waiting for me as I walked through the door. In cargo pants and bare feet, he took my hand and led me to the room. I wanted to turn and run back to my car, but I wanted to live this fantasy more.

“I’m going to blindfold you now. Remember your safe-word. I will stop immediately if you say it.” The timbre of his voice was deep and controlled but soft. There was great power in the quite tones.

And then it was dark. My body tensed with the loss of this basic sense and immediately I was aware of the smell of leather and my ears were on high alert for the sound of his breathing and his footsteps on the wooden floorboards.

I stood there shaking with fear and arousal. My heartbeat and breathing amplified in the silence.

The sound of the door being locked. Where was he?

My knees nearly buckled in fright as he stroked my cheek and began to undress me.

How was it that I was already relinquishing control to this man? I offered no resistance as he removed all my clothing, stepping out of my jeans and nickers like a compliant child. I merely waited for his command or direction.

I could hear him walking around my now naked body. What was he doing? Was this an appraisal? Did he approve or disapprove of my body? In embarrassment, I covered my breasts with my right arm and attempted to cover my pussy with my left hand.

“Stop. Drop your hands.” The voice was firm.

I couldn’t do it. I was suddenly ashamed of my body. My curves, the breasts that were no longer perky with youth, the wrinkles and stretch marks of a life lived, were, under his imagined scrutiny, an incredible ugliness I wanted to hide.

“Drop your hands to your sides. I won’t ask again.” Not loud but commanding in that deep, authoritative tone.

A tear of fearful emotion began to make its way down my cheek, but I did as instructed and dropped my hands back to my sides. Immediately I felt his finger wipe the tear from my face and then to my shock, I felt that same, now wet, fingertip circling my left nipple. Almost as immediate was the response in my pussy. It throbbed and clenched with need and an involuntary sigh of desire escaped my throat.

Then suddenly he was no longer touching me. My entire body was tingling with erotic energy.

“Move your feet wider. Open your legs.” His voice was soft beside my left ear.

I did as instructed trying to hear where he had moved to. A sound to my right. A footstep on the floorboards. And then I could ‘feel’ him standing in front of me. I gasped as I felt something smooth pressed up against the lips of my pussy. A click as he pressed a button and an expletive escaped me as the vibrator startled my already sensitised vagina.

Holy fuck!! The intensity was unlike anything I had felt before. How can one blindfold make the humble vibrator an orgasm master? Oh my fucking god! My breathing quickened, and my body shook as the first orgasm rippled through me. This happened so fast.

He took off the blindfold and led me to the bed where I thankfully collapsed in relief. But before I could regain my composure he grabbed my right foot and secured it in the thick, leather cuff at the foot of the bed. He did the same with my left, before taking my arms above my head and cuffing them together by the wrists in the restraint there. Once again, my legs were parted, my pussy open and exposed and I had no idea what his plan might be.

I watched as he walked over to the shelving on the far wall of the room and examined various ‘toys’ before selecting something that looked like it should be used for baking, not for sex. What the fuck was this?

Oh hell. It hurt……. but it didn’t. When he rolled it up the inside of my thigh I was torn between wanting to close my legs to stop him, which was impossible because of the restraints, or open my legs wider. I moaned loudly with pleasure and closed my eyes with the exquisite agony of it all.

This was only a brief tease because he left the room, turning the lights out as he closed the door behind him.

It was pitch black in this windowless room and I was naked and restrained on a bed. Where had he gone! How long was he going to leave me here?

After a time, the door opened and he walked back into the room but didn’t turn on the light. I could feel that he was there, I could hear his breathing, I could smell his clean, masculine scent. I was on edge.

I felt him move onto the foot of the bed, felt his hands make their way up my legs, then without warning his mouth was on my exposed pussy, his tongue diving into me. Oh fuck!! This was beyond erotic and I was tied to the bed, effectively immobilised. I couldn’t do anything other than experience the pleasures of his skilled tongue and mouth. And what pleasure it was.

With all my other senses stifled every nerve was concentrated on the sensations where his mouth was touching. I was going to cum again. The agony of not being able to move. The pressure building within me. I began to cry out in ecstasy. There was no way I could be her normal quiet self under these conditions. As the second orgasm exploded through my body I screamed with a pleasure I did not know was possible. This was primal.

He had taken away my control and bared my sensuality to the core.

But he wasn’t done with me yet.