Tied up with scarves and stockings
“Why don’t you sit down over there,” he says, distracting me from fiddling with my stockings.
He points to the sofa a few feet away from the table where we are sitting. I do as he tells me and he places a candle on the cabinet next to my seat, to light my face, sits down opposite and looks intently at me without saying a word.
Shifting position I cross my legs. I am wearing a fitted light blue shirt that acts like a very short dress. The tops of my black stockings are visible for him to see, and my rather ample cleavage protrudes from the neck of the shirt.
My eyes dart around the room as I feel a little apprehensive. I usually do when his deep brown eyes are roving over my face and body, but also adore the attention.
“Lay back.” It’s not a request…
The metal frame sofa is made comfortable by a collection of cushions.
I ease back into the pillows and he grabs some pre-prepared scarves and pair-less stockings and ties my wrists to the frame of the sofa.
Rips my shirt open
I watch him as he also ties my right ankle but leaves the left leg free.
He nods indicating he is pleased with his progress. The expression on his face is aloof as he swiftly grabs the front of my shirt and literally tears it open – one of the buttons flies into the air. He roughly twists the cups of my bra down, so they are under my breasts, thrusting the flesh forward and up. Fuck, if I wasn’t in the mood before, I certainly am now. My cunt contracts.
Immediately he bends forward and bites my left nipple before rewarding it with a caress from his tongue. I involuntarily let out a noise. He grabs some stockings and pulls one over my head so the thicker nylon is covering my eyes.
I cannot see.
Senses working over-time
This always slightly panics me but excites me too. Now all the other senses must come into play so I can understand the occasion.
My breathing quickens and I feel the velvety tendril of the whip strike my naked cunt; he shaved it earlier today and the skin feels tender and sensitive. This is swiftly followed by a lash across my breasts.
I am a little unnerved – scared that the tip of the whip may reach my face. It doesn’t and I let out a sigh of relief.
He strikes my cunt a few times with his hand, which hurts far more than the whip.
My breathing quickens. I wish I could see what’s going to happen next.
Suddenly I gulp as something is being thrust forward and back in my mouth. I know immediately it is not succulent enough to be his cock – it’s one of the double ended dildos. I know he loves to fantasise that I am sucking a cock while being fucked as well.
The stocking rides up and springs off my head. He immediately puts it back on but this time he pulls it too far down and I find I can see through the lower denier nylon. I am pleased – for some reason, I feel more in control if I can see – even though it is my choice to give over power to him. I also really enjoy being able to see the expressions on his face.
Now I observe him as he continues to thrust the dildo into my mouth – pushing it so far back my eyes begin to water. His eyes are focused with intent . Taking his belt off, he undoes the buttons on his flies and his cock pokes through. I find this so horny – not having his trousers completely down – his erect penis looks like a spear waiting to attack.
Grabbing the left side of my knickers he snatches them down, over my free leg.
Still, with the dildo in my mouth, he kneels between my legs and slowly pushes his cock into my cunt. Once it is all the way in he pumps hard and fast but then slows down for a bit, as he is still engrossed by me sucking the dildo as he fucks me.
“You fucking whore, taking it from both ends,” he snarls, and places his belt over my throat, pushing down slightly.
I feel wet and almost ready to orgasm. Watching his face, when he thinks perhaps I can’t see, makes me feel like a voyeur and very sexy.
He withdraws and puts his head between my legs, gently licking my lips and clitoris. I can’t hold back, my hips thrust towards his face as I climax, loudly.
I don’t have any time to languish in post-coital bliss as immediately he puts a dildo at the entrance to my cunt and straddles me, lifting my head so my mouth engulfs his cock. It’s full and bulging and I so want to be able to use my hands to grasp and stroke – I can’t, but I can see him through the stocking mask. Looking up I open and close my eyes quickly. I don’t want him to catch me watching.
He now begins to handle his cock with his right hand and with his left swiftly lands a slap on the side of my arse cheek. My eyes begin to water again and I gasp as he thrusts his dick forward, almost choking me. Placing his hand on my forehead he pushes it down. The sheer dominance he is riding over me has me wet again; his knob is poised at the entrance of my mouth as he jerks the skin. I hear him groan and he shifts slightly, his face contorts, his mouth widens and he exhales. Now I can feel it. The first shot lands at the back of my throat. The next on my cheek, then my mouth, as he yanks the last drop from his organ.
Variety of places
The above date night was a planned occasion – in that we agreed upon an evening when kinky activity would occur, but the details were left to him – and happened about a month ago.
For most of the year we travel all over the country together because of our work. It can really add extra spice to the sexual side of our relationship – being in different places. In fact we have a travelling sex bag to house all those necessary toys we like: whips, ropes, dildos, sexy clothes, blind folds etc.
I wrote this the morning after as I was on a long train journey. That’s why it is composed in the first person, present tense – I feel it also gives the article a sense of urgency.