The date is set. It feels like the ideal way to celebrate the end of a stressful work contract. I’m so tired and preoccupied that I don’t have time to get too excited. But on the plus side, the crippling nerves don’t have chance to take too much of a hold either.
As the day arrives, I begin with the expected ‘Good morning, Sir’ message, and he responds with detailed instructions. I am to dress however I feel sexy and comfortable. But he specifies the need to shower and avoid overpowering perfume, leading me to wonder what manner of minger must have turned up at his door in the past.
At the agreed time, I am to let myself in through the front door where there will be a cushion and a blindfold set out in the hallway. The instructions involve removing my shoes, putting on the blindfold, and kneeling with hands folded and head bowed, patiently waiting for him to appear.
I do as I am told, swiftly and uncharacteristically unthinkingly. Despite a minor flutter of panic in case he was about to drop some previously undiscussed surprise on me, I realise that the usual gut-wrenching nerves are replaced with anticipation and excitement. He tells me later that while he was watching me waiting, I had an enormous grin on my face.
As the anticipation builds, I hear his footsteps as he comes to stand behind me and pull me up, wrapping his arms around me roughly. I am swiftly steered towards what I think is the main room, and once again I’m shoved to the floor while he sits on the end of a bed. I know that this kind of thing requires a degree of role playing seriousness but I really am struggling not to chuckle. I’m not taking the piss, I’m just nervously excited.
He restates the purpose of my visit, confirming my consent for what is about to happen, and testing me on the safe words. The smile is quickly wiped off my face when pushes my head down, instructing me to kiss his feet. I really wasn’t expecting that, and I’m not overly enthusiastic at all. Being used as a sex object is one thing, but worshipping the manky feet of a virtual stranger is a different matter altogether. But like any good sub would, I go with it.
Thankfully, it is only a brief moment. And the fun begins when he stands up, waving his rock hard dick at my face, making me seek it out with my eager mouth. He definitely has the attractive mix of encouraging words and authority that I find incredibly effective.
Eventually, I am pulled up and instructed to undress. Soon I am standing in the middle of a stranger’s dungeon, blindfolded and totally naked. Of all the elements that are intimidating about this particular scenario, bizarrely it’s the complete nakedness that’s bothering me the most. I’m feeling ridiculously vulnerable.
As he kisses me, I begin to relax again and feel the rope in his hands. He starts to wrap it around me slowly, whispering in my ear to ‘feel the rope’. My arms are folded behind my back, my hands gripping my forearms. He’s already explained that he’s no shibari expert, but it’s surprisingly comforting as the rope is wound around my upper body. In the back of my head, I still can’t help but think how ludicrous I must look with all my flabby bits hanging out and my boobs weirdly squished. But it’s clearly working for him and I force out the doubts and obediently kneel again, ready for him to fuck my throat.
I’m really liking the feeling of enclosure, like a big hug. And while balance getting up and down is tricky, he can use it like a carry handle to move me around wherever he pleases. I’m steered to the other side of the room, feeling the rubber mat under my feet, and bent over what I eventually realise is the odd shape banana chair. He’s instructing me all along but it’s still confusing, disconcerting and wobbly as he positions me face down with my arse in the air. It takes me a moment to realise that he has put on rubber gloves before he starts fingering my pussy – I’m mildly put out that it implies I’m some kind of skank. But at the same time, I’m reassured that he’s fastidious, particularly given his commitment to the lifestyle.
After a rough and not altogether pleasurable fingering, he puts on a condom and finally fucks me. I’m completely helpless and he’s grabbing my hair, pulling my head back. It’s rough, deep, noisy, and delicious.
He’s already regaled me with tales of his orgasm-control prowess, and espoused the virtues of loud, shouty, primal cumming. But I’m still surprised by the animalistic roar he emits as he shoots his load.
As ever, I’ve warned him that my orgasm is extremely unlikely. Any expectation has precisely the opposite effect on me. And besides, I prefer to cum with The Husband when I get home to my own comfortable bed. But of course he takes this as some kind of challenge and quickly recovers, eagerly returning to the task at hand. He pulls me upright by my convenient carry handle and I’m standing exposed once again as he considers his next move. I can tell from the flooring that I’m positioned near the frame and he starts attaching more rope to my arms. Eventually, I’m stood, legs spread, with my upper body secured by ropes and suspended to each of side of the frame.
I’m bound, helpless and excited, waiting and listening as he paces around me. When the deafening trance music begins, I know that his orgasm mission has begun in earnest – a mission where he plans to take me out of my head until my body has no choice but to react. He warms me up by stroking a crop over me, building gradually to stinging whacks which leave my tits with impressive looking bruises for weeks. Next, a sharp spiky thing is run seductively from my neck down to my feet. I’m slowly losing myself, relaxing into a trance-like state. A vibrating wand is held firmly against my clit while he expertly manipulates my g-spot. My legs are wobbling and unrecognisable groany sounds are coming from my very own mouth. Above the music, he’s forcefully and loudly instructing me to shout and scream… until I have an unexpected and primal climax.
Through our detailed preparatory discussions, I’ve stressed the importance of effective aftercare – I’ve learned plenty from my dabblings with Easy Rider. He’s suitably attentive, untying me slowly and sensually removing the rope before finally removing the blindfold. Then he leads me over to the bed, lays me down and holds me in his arms while I recover.