It was like magic. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. I
was so surprised by the entire situation that it took me awhile to even start
to respond to the passionate kiss that she was giving me. We had just met, but
already I felt like I wanted to share my heart with this woman whose tongue
seemed to explore every corner of my mouth.
Naturally me being me, I didn't have to courage to just walk to
her and ask if I could sit down. No, I had to circle around, building my
confidence. I made the decision to walk to her at least a dozen times, but
every time I turned back only after a few steps.
But finally our eyes met, and they immediately locked. I felt electricity
in the air and my stomach was effectively turning upside down inside me. There
was something about her short blonde hair, casual clothes and the absence of
makeup that drew me to her. She seemed to be the only genuine person in the
club since pretty much all of the women in here had way too much makeup and
outrageous fetish gear on. They all tried to prove themselves, but somehow that
plain lonely woman in the corner booth managed to prove herself a hundred times
more effectively than anyone else in the room.
She smiled at me coyly and then I knew that nothing could make me
turn around this time. I sat down opposite to her in the booth. We exchanged
greetings and started talking. We started very carefully getting to know each
other. I learned that her name was Amanda and that it was just her second time
on the club. The first time she was there it had been a regular evening and she
had to quickly leave because only the men were offering their services to her.
"Is that what you've come here to get? Only 'services'?"
I asked her.
She smiled back to me and said not necessarily. She wouldn't say
no to a true love if she met it, but as the likelihood of that wasn't too
great, 'services' might be nice for the time being.
After that, it was easy to turn the conversation to our specific preferences.
I had never told anyone about my deepest desires to anyone, but telling them to
her was easy, so natural that they just came out as a perfectly natural part of
the conversation.
Of course we both knew that we were lesbians and heavily into
bondage. We wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. But I told her
everything. I told her about my childhood games which involved tying up my
friends or me being tied up by the very same friends. I told her how it was
difficult to face those friends after puberty when those desires to be tied had
turned into something sexual and how they had unknowingly helped me to realize
my fetishes.
And if I didn't hold anything back, neither did Amanda. She told
me how bondage were something one of her previous girlfriends had taught her.
She told me she kind of had the urge to be tied up since she was a child,
similarly to me, but she didn't realize that the urge was sexual before her
girlfriend had handcuffed her quite innocently and mostly as a joke during sex
and nothing had been the same for her ever since.
We both had gone trough a long period of not having a partner and
it turned out that we both were quite skilled in self bondage when the need
would overcome our ability to find a partner.
We talked like this for over two hours. We told each other what
equipment we had and which of them we liked the most. For me it was my head
harness ball gag while for her it was quite and simply rope. I agreed with her
that while it might not be the easiest way to tie someone up, it was the most
comfortable. And rope has the added benefit that it's easy to explain even
large amounts of rope should someone find it.
And the more we talked, the more I was convinced that this woman
was something truly special. And what made it even more exciting was that she
seemed to think of me the same. I wasn't shy about telling her what I felt and
she responded by asking me to sit beside her. When I did, she started to caress
my arm and soon we were locked in what was one of the more passionate and definitely
one of the longest kisses I've ever experienced.
Once our lips separated, we still held each other closely. I could
feel her soft skin against mine, and it felt so beautiful that I nearly shed a
tear. I had never felt so close to anyone in my life and judging from the
amount of pressure she used to hold me, it wasn't the most unpleasant moments
of her life either.
We stayed like this for awhile. People around us were apparently
commenting on our kissing display, but I didn't hear any of them. Amanda on the
other hand seemed to pay more attention, because she whispered to my ear:
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private?"
We separated each other from our embrace and I smiled to her.
"I'd like that very much." I said.
She smiled back to me and said that I needed to ask the bartender
for a key fitst. I didn't need to ask the obvious question as she pointed to
her feet. I hadn't noticed it before, but her ankles were firmly cuffed to the
seat that she was sitting in. I looked to her and she just shrugged.
"I didn't want to chicken out."
I kissed her gently on the lips before going to the counter for
the key. I liked this woman more and more.
***********************************
We agreed that we would go to her place as she was the one of us
who drove a car. I had never gotten around to getting a license because I
didn't feel any need for driving a car in the big city.
I was surprised to see that her car was very small and pretty old.
I knew that she had a job that paid pretty well, but then again this seemed
pretty much in line with her way of life where she didn't want to show off in
any way.
When we arrived to her house, the line remained the same. She had
her own house in the suburbs. It wasn't the smallest house around, but it
certainly wasn't the biggest. It was quite old, but it appeared like it had
gone through repairs not too long ago.
We didn't talk much as she parked on her driveway and we got out
of the car. I was suddenly very nervous about what was going to happen. I had
never gone off with anyone so soon. But when she told me that she never took
anyone to her house so soon either, it made me feel better.
I got a quick tour around her house. It was pretty ordinary in
every way. Two bedrooms, a living room with a big TV and a very comfortable
sofa, kitchen and a surprisingly big bathroom with two showers. The house was
pretty conservatively furnished, but it still looked very homely and had a
personal feel to it.
The other bedroom housed a guest bed, but mostly it was taken over
by Amanda's working area which was a desk, a computer and a lot of files, books
and various paperwork.
But it all became very interesting when she led me to her actual
bedroom.
"This is my dungeon!" She said proudly.
I was a bit confused by this because it was just an ordinary
bedroom with a large bed, nightstand and some closets. She didn't look too
happy either.
"Sorry," she said amd went to the large window. She
pulled down the blinds and suddenly the entire room was pitching black. Not a ray
of light came in even though there was a very powerful streetlight just outside
the window.
She turned on the small light at her nightstand. The light was
enough to light the entire room although not too brightly.
"Now this is my dungeon," she said satisfied and sat on
the bed. She invited me to sit next to her while she pulled a large briefcase
under the bed. She lifted the briefcase between us and took a key from a drawer
next to the nightstand.
She told me that I was about to see her most treasured possessions
and that not everybody got to see these on their first date. I smiled at her
and she continued to unlock the briefcase.
When she pulled the briefcase open, I saw what I had been aching
to see ever since we had left from the club. It was all of her bondage gear
tidily set to the briefcase. I was really surprised how everything was in
order. It was mostly just pieces of rope in various lengths, but every one of
them had been carefully put in neat stacks so they were easy to separate from
each other. There were also two big rolls of rope where it would be easy to
take new ropes of needed length, a couple of handcuffs. It wasn't much compared
to my collection, but I was ashamed how all my stuff was stored in just a big
pile in a drawer where I had to figure out how they were entangled to each
other before being able to start with a session.
But what really got my interest were her unusual choices of gags.
She had a regular ring gag and a bit gag with a big ball attached to the
inside.
"Oh, you have a ring gag," I said as I took it to
examine it some more. "I've never worn one of these."
"Really? They're really comfortable. Here, let me give you a
hand," Amanda said as she took the gag from me.
She went behind me on the bed and I opened my mouth when she brought
the gag in front of it. She then gently placed the ring right behind my teeth
and buckled the strap tightly.
It was really an interesting feeling since my ability to speak had
been taken from me quite effectively, but I still could breathe normally.
Suddenly I became very self-conscious about my tongue and didn't find any
natural place to rest it since with ball gags it's restricted to the bottom of
my mouth.
I tried to explain this to Amanda, but naturally only the only
thing I managed was a strange combination of vowels. Amanda laughed at it. She
had already gone back to the briefcase and was taking out various bits of rope.
I unbuckled the gag and took it out.
"Very interesting," I said. "It feels very
different from any other gag I've worn. I'll be interested to see how it'll
come into play in a session."
"Something tells me you'll get plenty of opportunities for
that," Amanda said as she smiled to me. She had placed all the various
lengths of ropes on the bed now. "What do you say we begin?"
"I wondered if you'd never ask," I said and my internals
were starting to bounce inside me again.
"So, should I tie you up, or should you tie me up?"
"I don't know. Do you want to be tied up?"
"Sure I do. But do you?"
"Well, I do. A lot," I said as my body was screaming to
be bound by this bondage goddess that suddenly had entered my life. My nipples
were already standing in attention and the exciting warmth started to come to
my pussy.
"So..." Amanda said looking mildly awkward, not knowing
what to do.
This was to become a regular issue in our relationship. We were
meant for each other in every way, but one thing of imperfection was in this
union: we both were strongly submissive. Of course we both were very skilled in
tying people up, but our preference at all times was to be the one forced into
complete helplessness.
Amanda was about to say something when I suddenly grabbed the bit
gag and lunged forward to her. I grabbed her shoulders firmly and forced her
back towards me. Before she had time to react, I forced her mouth wide open
with my fingers at her cheek and slid the large ball inside the gag into her
mouth.
Hey, it was her house after all and this was her stuff. It's only
fair that she got the first ride.
I pulled the strap as tightly as I dared and secured the gag. Then
I forced her to turn again and pressed her to the bed on her stomach. I grabbed
a long piece of rope and pulled her hands behind her. She didn't offer any
resistance as I started to wrap the rope around her wrists, palm to palm. She
didn't even fake resistance, but I thought that was just fine as it was our
first time doing this together. Better keep it simple at first.
When her hands were tightly together, without any warning I pulled
down her pants and panties with one scoop. I pulled them off from her legs and
threw them to the corner. I then turned her once again on her back. I climbed
on her head and pulled her further on the bed so that her knees bent as her
legs and feet were left were left dangling over the side.
Taking another long stretch of rope I wrapped one end of it around
her left ankle and tied the other end to the nearest leg of the bed. I then
took a similar rope and did the same for her right ankle and the other leg of
the bed. I had done it so that here legs were wide open and her most precious
parts were exposed and free for me to use as I wished.
But I didn't want to give to her what she wanted just yet. Instead
I took the briefcase and all the unused bondage gear from the bed and placed
them on the floor. Then I lay down next to her. She looked at me with her big
green eyes with so much love that I just wanted to melt right there next to
her.
I took her bound torso to my loving embrace and I kissed her on
the bit gag. Her body shuddered in delight as my hand that wasn't under her
torso started to explore every part of her body. I started with her neck and
worked my way down over her blouse. I probably should've removed it before
tying her hands, but that would've spoiled the surprise. So I just kneeled over
her and pulled the blouse up to her neck, revealing her beautiful breasts.
It wasn't a surprise for me that she didn't wear a bra under the
blouse. She had told me she very rarely did because she thought they were
uncomfortable. I slowly started to stroke her breasts with both of my hands and
her nipples told me how much she was enjoying the treatment. I then moved from
on top of her to her side and leaned down to play with her nipple with my
tongue.
I held her breast with my other hand so that it was easy to tease
her nipples with my tongue while my other hand started to stroke her belly.
When I started to move my hand from her belly downwards to her waiting pussy,
she tried to get it there faster by arching her back. I immediately withdrew
the hand and slapped her breast.
"Now, now. Don't you get greedy on me," I said to her
and she relaxed immediately. I released the breast I was holding.
"You, my little girl, need to learn some patience," I
said while she moaned from somewhere behind her gag in frustration and started to
stare at the ceiling.
Figuring that now I had the element of surprise, without warning I
grabbed her breast again and bit into her nipple. At the same time I moved my
other hand to her pussy and feeling that it was well lubricated by her own
juices, I inserted two of my fingers as far as they could reach.
Not very subtle or sensual, I must admit, but it did have just the
effect I was wishing for. Her entire body spasmed as she was taking in the mild
pain in her nipple and the feeling my fingers made intruding inside her. Then,
as suddenly as I had done it, I withdrew completely. I took my fingers out of
her and raised from her nipple.
She lifted her head and looked to me to see what I was about to
next. Although she did have a strong reaction, I knew that it hadn't been
enough to take her over the edge. Her eyes were begging for me to finish her
off, but instead I crawled away from her and stood up right between her legs.
I had decided to tease her now and she strained her neck muscles
while keeping her head up to look at what I was doing. I started to lick the
fingers that were still wet from the recent visit inside her tunnel. I made
sure I got every last drop of her juices from my fingers while at the same time
I unbuckled my pants. I then took off the pants and my panties and threw them
to the corner with hers. I also took off my shirt and bra and let them join the
heap of clothing.
I then kneeled and nodded to Amanda. She let her head relax as I
directed my attention to her wet and inviting pussy. I felt her tremble as I
first stroked the insides of her tights before I inserted my thumbs slightly
into her. Using the thumbs I took her pussy lips as far apart as I could with
making sure that it didn't feel too uncomfortable. I heard her gasp for air
when I took my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could.
After that it was very easy to work her through to a wild orgasm,
as you might imagine.
***********************************
It was less than half an hour later when I started to release her
by untying the ropes that attached her ankles to the legs of the bed. I had
worked in many ways to bring her over the edge two times after the first huge
orgasm, and decided that that would be enough for the first time. I helped her
to sit up and her eyes looked exhausted but extremely satisfied.
I unbuckled the gag and took the ball out. A long streak of saliva
came out with it, but I didn't care. I immediately kissed her hungrily and she
responded with equal passion although her jaw was a bit stiff from wearing the
gag just seconds before.
When our lips parted she kept her eyes closed and whispered to my
ear:
"I presume you'll be staying for the night."
I didn't reply to her as such, but I smiled to her coyly before
landing a huge kiss on her again.
(The End)
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