I had never visited your home before. I think it was mainly because I did not trust you, or myself when it came to that. I knew that you had designs on my body and although I enjoyed your attentions, and encouraged them in fact, I also enjoyed keeping you waiting. But then, I have always been a tease.
You knew that from the beginning though, back when you first saw me in the club dancing with a girlfriend and wearing my favourite little black dress. Remember that dress? It was a little short perhaps but it did show off my stocking-clad legs rather nicely. And you must admit, the low-cut front did get your attention. Or, was it that it was so snug you could see there was nothing underneath?
It took very little time before you invited me to your home, an invite which I politely refused. Even though we went out several times I made sure it was always in public and that you never had me alone with you. The most you ever got to do was occasionally touch my waist or arm, and get a hug and a kiss when we parted. But you knew the promise was there, and that eventually I would let you have what you wanted, what we both wanted.
So, I finally gave in and let you talk me into visiting you in your home. I took a lot of care over my appearance for the visit. My blonde hair was loose just as you like it, falling to my shoulders, and when you took my coat, the look you gave me when you saw my short white woollen dress moulded to my body left no doubt as to your desire.
After a drink of wine and a pleasant chat you offered to show me your playroom. Naturally I was intrigued so you took me down to a well-decorated cellar with the most fascinating instruments of torture and bondage: a huge wheel, a rack, stocks, chains and pulleys and a large X-shaped frame. Leather straps hung down from the ceiling and paddles and canes lined one wall. There was even an object like a vaulting horse but with footrests which you explained was a spanking horse.
I was already starting to get wet. Bondage has always fascinated me and I was entranced and turned on thinking of the way the instruments could be used. When you asked if you could have a couple of photos of me on some of them I eagerly agreed but still insisted I wear something to preserve my modesty.
You agreed easily, too easily. I should have known you were up to something, but to be honest darling, it did not bother me. You dashed upstairs and returned a few moments later with a tiny black string bikini from god knows where...possibly your ex. With its shoestring sized halterneck and tie-sided briefs It just covered the essentials.
I went into the little bathroom in the cellar and changed, checking myself out in the full-length mirror. Oh my god, the bikini barely hid the essentials. My erect nipples were clearly visible through the skimpy top, and as for the briefs, brief was the right word for them. A tiny triangle just hid my wet pussy. Fortunately the room was well heated, or maybe it was just the heat from my blush that warmed me.
I came back out of the bathroom hesitantly, as if putting off your seeing me. When you did notice me, your eyes lit up and I clearly saw the bulge in your trousers swell. I came over to and you put both arms around me, as though you sensed my nervousness, then turned my head up to you kissing me deeply, our tongues touching and teasing.
You asked which device I would like to try first, both of us knowing that I would be using several during the course of my visit. I chose the upright X frame for the poses, figuring that I was still standing up and so not as likely to be molested as I could be lying down. As you guessed, it was also because I would be so helpless. Happy now, my wonderful sadistic tease?
You strapped my wrists and ankles into the cuffs fixed to the frame, your hands trembling as they fumbled with the straps, and I tried to stay calm as I realised just how helpless I was. My breasts were pushed forward as my arms were held high and my legs felt impossibly wide apart. Needless to say, as soon as you had taken one photo you came to me and caressed my face gently, your hand tracing its way down my neck and shoulder then down my side.
I quivered at your touch; at the tickle it gave as the fingers gently traced downwards over sensitive skin; at the feeling of total helplessness; at knowing that your hands could go anywhere and do anything with me unable to stop them. You whispered that all I needed to do to stop you at any time was to say one single word and the game would end. You whispered the word into my ear and I nodded acknowledgement, though we both knew that it would not be used-unlike my almost naked helpless body, hanging there open to anything and everything you wished.
The bra went first, your hand squeezed its way behind my back to pull the ties loose and let it fall from me, exposing firm tits with erect hard nipples.
