|Gromet's Plaza - Bondage Stories|
|The First Evening|
|By E McDermott|
|© 2001, E McDermott - Used by Permission|
Lynn and I had never met until that evening. We had exchange E-Mail over the Internet, and then talked on the phone later into the evening, but we had never seen each other. While she was aware of my taste for bondage, and I was aware of her curiosity we had made no commitments or decisions.
We met near a soaring statue before the train station at 5:30 PM, surrounded by the hurrying hordes of commuters who were intent on catching the scheduled trains back to the suburbs. I spotted her immediately. She demure blue raincoat, her black stockings, and her two inch heels seemed more appropriate to nun, than to a married woman about to meet her potential lover for the first time. I watched her as she scanned the crowds, her blonde hair ruffled by the wind, and her purse held defensively before her. Then she looked my way and I smiled, as I walked directly up to her and introduced myself.
For me, no such meeting is ever simple. Each time, I am thrilled by the sight, the sound, the smell and the texture. No matter how precise the description, I am always surprised. I'm not necessarily disappointed, but I am surprised. On that day I was delighted, because Lynn description hadn't prepared me for her cool blue eyes or the interesting way she cocked her head as she listened.
We stepped across the street, out of the cold October wind and into
hotel. Inside we turned to the right and found a tiny booth in the English
pub. I ordered a scotch and she wanted a martini. While we waited, we made
conversation. "I imagined you somewhat differently," she said, shrugging
off the raincoat to reveal a pink bolero jacket over a severe white blouse.
The drinks arrived to rescue her from her embarrassment. We talked about
the weather, about the traffic about the stock market. We talked about
everything except the reason we were there. Then the crowd thinned out
leaving us comparatively alone. I slid my chair beside Lynn's, and put
my right hand on her shoulder. When she turned to look at me, I put my
other hand under her chin and lifted her face up. "So, Do I pass inspection?"
I asked. She caught her breath and nodded. "I don't know about the tying
I knew from out telephone conversations that her husband didn't satisfy
her. He was strictly a wham-bam-thank-ma'am type who thought that the missionary
position was a high point in love making. She knew I had different tastes.
When the elevator arrived, I led her in and pressed the number. Then
I kissed her passionately, holding her head with both my hands as my tongue
probed her mouth deeply. Once inside the hotel room, I surveyed the furniture
quickly. Two double beds. dresser, breakfast nook. Everything was bolted
down, so there were only limited facilities, but I felt certain that I
could work with what was available.
My hands slipped under her arm and felt the shape and weight of her
breasts. I felt her head arch back and heard her sharp intake of breath.
I kissed her long and hard. Then I led her by the collar to the bed. She
obeyed the collar humbly, not asking questions, not resisting. I tied the
lead from the collar to the led of the bed, giving her a foot of slack.
Still, this forced her to kneel and bend over completely. Then I undid
her hands. I removed her bolero jacket, but left the blouse untouched.
I find the sight of partially clad woman in bondage far more exciting that
a nude woman, or even a woman in her underwear. With the jacket hung up,
I tied her hands to her collar, crossing the hand behind her neck. Aside
from a tendency to make the slave bow (which isn't a bad thing) its simple
"I'm going to do whatever I want. I'm going to start by touching anywhere
I want. Then I'm going to kiss you anywhere I want. Finally, I'm going
to fuck you. But before I fuck you, I'm going to make you beg for it. Have
you ever begged for a good fucking?"
Slowly, I undid the blouse, and then the bra. The breasts were of medium size, with small nipples, but very sensitive to the touch of my tongue. For a moment I thought I had given her an involuntary orgasm by sucking one. I didn't want her to get any relief, yet. I pinched the nipples hard, and watched her climb to the edges of an orgasm, so I let go and led her into the bathroom, where I wash her face with a cold face towel. Then I ran the a piece of ice around the edges of her nipples until the stood out so firmly I felt sure they must ache. Back in the bedroom, I removed her skirt, slip pantyhose and panties. She cooperated as best she could with her hands bound, but found it difficult to balance. I made her lie on the bed, her feet at the head, and tied one to each side of the bed. Then I put a couple of pillows under her rump to raise it up.
As I took off my clothes I watched her watching me. I thought for a
second about gagging her, or blindfolding her, but I only had makeshift
tools. Those techniques would have to wait for a later date.
She started by licked my cock from back to tip. Then mouthed the bottom
of it. Then finally let the tip slide in. However, she couldn't take more
than a couple of inches in her mouth. Still, I accepted this pleasure.
After a few minutes, I pulled my cock from her mouth and walked around
to the other end of the bed. I knelt between her legs and began to caress
her inner thigh, first with my hands and then my tongue. I opened the lips
of pleasure and began to suck on her clitoris. As her hips began to buck
in pleasure, I stopped for a minute, before beginning again. After several
minutes of this she began to toss her head back and forward and thrash,
but to no avail.
So I did. After she came, I lay with her and caressed her arms and legs.
I undid her legs and tied her hands behind her back this time. Then I sat
her on one of the chairs. Only then did she notice that the curtains were
still open. Seeing her blush, I had her stand before the window as I played
with my fingers. In a few minutes she was begging, so I let her ride my
prick as I sat in the chair.
I smiled with a dirty smile. I didn't tell her I had no intention of doing that tonight. I'm larger than average, and frankly, it has its drawbacks. Only a few girls can give me really good head, and most girls find me too large to enjoy up the back side. However I did have something similar in mind. I brought out of my jacket pocket, a slender vibrator. First I made her kneel before me holding the vibrator inside her vagina while she sucked on my cock. I noticed happily that she improved with practice, and soon would be adequate. Having enjoyed that as much as I dared, bent her over the breakfast table.
I tied her legs, open wide, and then used another rope to tie her head by her hair to the table. There she stood, open and vulnerable to any rear attack I might intend. I slipped the vibrator out of her and slipped my cock into her. After a couple of minutes of strokes I knew she was on the edges of another orgasm, so I stopped. After ten minutes of this teasing she started to beg me to fuck her. Instead I took the vibrator, which was perfectly lubricated, and pressed it against her puckered anus. I didn't push it in. I just slid it into the spot and turned it on and off a couple of times. After a minute I slid it in a quarter of inch and let it come back out. When she got used to that, I advance a little further.
Within ten minutes the vibrator was completely implanted. I let it run for a minute or two until she began to crest again. Then I stopped it. I untied her hair and her legs and took her to the bed where I had her sit on my cock. Inside her, I could feel the head of the vibrator, in its channel. I started to fuck her slowly at first. As she began to peak, I turned on the vibrator. The vibrations passed through her body to my cock and then down my cock to her clitoris. In moments we both exploded in a tremendous orgasm.
As I held her closely, having turned the vibrator off, I kissed her
on the forehead and said. "The next time we'll try something more exotic."
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