A friend of mine has been bugging me to write more of these. She says she likes the detail and the way I express myself. I have heard it from others as well so I thought perhaps I would share here was well. If you like it, then I am happy that you got pleasure from my sharing. If you don't like it, I won't be offended, I'm not writing it for you.
The stories I write are mostly true. Typically things that have happened to me or moments in my life where the passion was particularly intense, those moments stick with me in my mind. I also realize that they are my viewpoints and therefore subjective accounts of the events as they happened. I make no claims that all of what I write is true, on the contrary some of it is likely my own fantasy interjecting itself into my fondest memories. That said, I hope you enjoy this (and later other) peek into my world.
The stories I write are mostly true. Typically things that have happened to me or moments in my life where the passion was particularly intense, those moments stick with me in my mind. I also realize that they are my viewpoints and therefore subjective accounts of the events as they happened. I make no claims that all of what I write is true, on the contrary some of it is likely my own fantasy interjecting itself into my fondest memories. That said, I hope you enjoy this (and later other) peek into my world.
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I was happy. Not just happy, I was excited. Normally I try to be a happy positive person but today I didn't have to try. Today was special. My package had arrived and I was going to get it later that evening. But I get ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
I had been to the club now on numerous occasions. I had met new people that I now called friends and had spent many a Saturday night enthralled at the sights and sounds. It wasn't a dance club, though folks tended to dress up and show off their latest outfits in much the same way those club attendees do. You can walk around and see the heavyset woman proudly wearing the corset she just purchased from the online clothing store in the UK. You can observe both men and women making a fuss over a pair of new boots purchased from DSW just last week. You can see the perky woman wearing her new fishnets taken directly from the shelves of Victoria's Secret. From slutty to classy and everything in between, people came together to celebrate the beauty of the human body in all of it's glorious shapes and sizes. It is no wonder that so many who do not fit societies ideal of beauty find comfort within its walls.
After finding my own way into this subculture (a story for another time perhaps) I had grown accustomed to the socializing and acceptance that this place seemed to embody for its members. I had become well known and never failed to elicit a smile and a "Hello" from everyone I encountered. I felt at home here, more so than I have ever felt before, and my return smile announced that fact to everyone I met without having to use words or any other equally inadequate means of communication. The club and my new found friends made me happy. Tonight however, I was happier than usual. Tonight I was taking a huge step and it made me excited and apprehensive all at once. The feeling was intoxicating.
A couple of weeks past I had ordered a full set of leather bindings for my wrists and ankles. I had done some research online and found sites that would sell them but how do you order if you don't know your size? Sure there are measurement ranges and tables you can use but I needed to be sure. I asked around and as luck would have it one of my friends could have them custom made for me, all she needed was a tape measure and she would take the measurements herself to insure that it was done correctly. After measuring my wrists and ankles she placed the order and assured me that if they didn't fit properly she would have them redone. I had gotten the email from her two days ago, the cuffs were ready. Now it was Friday evening and as I drove home from work I was ecstatic.
I hurriedly threw some leftovers in the microwave, not paying much attention to the container I pulled from the fridge. I punched 3 minutes on the timer, pressed the start button and rushed upstairs to take a shower. I hadn't done any heavy lifting at work but I was covered in nervous sweat. I heard the microwave alarm sound from the kitchen as I was getting into the shower, the food could cool in the microwave a for a few minutes I decided and stepped into the steaming waterfall. The hot water felt good on my back, rinsing off the sweat chill and soothing tense muscles in my shoulders that I hadn't realized were knotted so much. I sighed, a contented little grin on my face, as I leaned against the now warm tiles in the shower and let the hot water wash over my body. I could feel each hot water jet prick my skin as it hit, almost too hot to touch. My chest and back turned beet red as the water streamed down and into the drain. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, the steam filling my nostrils and lungs, warming me to the core. When the heat reached a level that was too hot to bear, I turned off the shower and stood in the warm mist for a few seconds, dripping into the shower stall. Using the large Egyptian cotton bath towel I dried off lightly, allowing the last bits of moisture to evaporate and help cool my angry red flesh.
Feeling 100% better after the hot shower I wrapped a bath robe around me and went downstairs to my meal. I ate quickly, not savoring the food as I usually do. My mind was too focused on the expected treasure that would be waiting for me when I arrived at the club. I dressed in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. Having no leather items in my closet, my wardrobe choice was somewhat more limited than the female club goers. I almost envied them their expansive choice in outfits and could now understand the draw of cross-dressing. Nobody was going to be excited over my outfit, none would flock to see my shoes and make a fuss over my new shirt.
I sat on the couch, miffed that it wasn't 8pm yet. The club opened at 8 and I had rushed home earlier than my normal 5pm wanting to beat the traffic and make sure I had enough time to get ready before heading out to the club. Now it was 6:30pm and I had more than an hour to kill before the doors opened. I should have taken more time to prepare and eat my meal. I should have stayed at work until 5, but I did not and so I sat, nowhere to go and nothing to do, feeling more and more helpless as time crept forward, surely slowing down to taunt me on this of all days!
When I arrived at the club, I asked the woman behind the desk if M was there. She wasn't. Drat, my anxiety rose another three levels as I tried to remain calm. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning who has woken to see all the gifts beneath the tree but must wait until his parents have finished dressing and come into the living room before the merriment can begin. Thankfully there were a few friends there, so I struck up a conversation to pass the time. I hope that I was able to remain calm on the outside. Inside I was total mess, imagining all sorts of calamities or life issues cropping up which would prevent her from coming to the club tonight. Each scenario progressively worse as the minutes ticked slowly on the clock in the lobby. Seven fifty-eight, she's going to be late, the clock mocked me from across the room. Eight-oh-two, what if she forgot about you? Damn I need to quit looking at that clock...
When she finally did arrive, she hadn't forgotten. She had them with her. I was barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice as I asked if I could see them. See them? Why you need to try them on to make sure they fit! she remarked. She removed a pair of wide black leather straps, perhaps two inches across and a good 8 inches long. They were suede on one side with a dull matte finish on the other. A leather strap had been bolted to the smooth side, a D ring attached in the center and a curious buckle on the end which had a looped stop. She must have seen my puzzled expression and said "to insert a lock" as an explanation of the strangely looped metal stop. She wrapped the leather around my wrist, suede side down and pulled the thin strap through the buckle. I could see that instead of holes there were half inch gashes cut for the looped stop. She slid the stop through one of the slits and threaded the strap through the single metal loop at the back end of the buckle. The leather fit snugly, as if someone were holding my wrist but not so much that I couldn't move my hand. Once on I could see how the loop would permit a lock to be attached, preventing the strap from being taken out of the buckle without first removing the lock. She helped me with the second cuff and looked up at me smiling. "How do they fit?" she inquired. "Snug", I replied, "but not uncomfortable."
I hefted my hands, feeling the weight of the leather on my wrists. The feeling was not unlike wearing a new style of shoes for the first time, the weight and balance of your movements seems off but not so much that you trip and fall, just enough to make you aware that you have on something new. The thick leather restricted wrist bending movements somewhat but nothing that that made it impossible to use my hands. In a few minutes my brain had adjusted to the new weight and the suede had warmed some, feeling much like the soft warm touch of a lover. At this point she asked to feel my hands. They were not cold and she explained the necessity to insure that they were not so snug as to cut off circulation. They were not and she asked if I would like to have locks put on them to get the full effect. At this point I was in heaven and would have agreed to almost anything. I said yes. She then produced a length of chain and showed me different ways that it could be linked to the cuffs. She looped one end of the chain through each of the D rings and clicked a third lock through the ends of the chain links creating a continuous loop about a foot long. This would give me range to move my hands and do some tasks while making it easy to grasp and pull along by my partner if I were not behaving. She unlocked the luggage lock, and holding one end of the chain, pulled the other end, forcing my hands closer together. She put the lock through a link close to beginning of the chain, keeping the D rings less than an inch apart and leaving an 18 inch section chain hanging. This configuration she explained worked much like a leash and as a matter of fact, you could have attached a dog leash to the end of the chain and it would have worked perfectly, forcing me to go wherever the chain was pulled.
I thanked her and smiled, knowing that I would find many other ways to use the cuffs in the future. She asked if I wanted the chain removed and I replied no. The chain added more weight to my hands and I wanted to see what an extended period of wearing them felt like. She asked who she should leave the key with, grinning slightly. She must have seen the twinkle in my eye, knowing that I was hooked and smiling because she was making yet another dream come true. I said she could keep it, not that it meant anything, but that I did trust her not to leave before I had returned to have them removed. I wandered off into the club to see what I could see, thoroughly enjoying the feel of restricted security on my arms.
The chain bounced as I walked, swinging to and fro between my legs, bouncing off them as each swung forward in stride. That light tapping at my inner thighs coupled with the slight feeling of helplessness from my bound hands and the warm weight of the cuffs on my wrists was having an unexpected effect on me. I could feel myself become aroused. Oddly I was embarrassed by this so I pulled the chain up into a bunch and held it quietly in my hands, letting them hang in front of me and cover the mound in my jeans that was surely visible to each and every person in the large play space. I moved to the break room, where refreshments were typically served. This night was no exception and I happily busied myself testing my ability to carry out simple tasks while bound. Some of my friends saw the cuffs and commented appreciatively. I smiled, telling them that I was testing them out and if they fit properly then I would be purchasing an entire set. Each task tried was not hard, but it took some time to get used to the single point of contact. I could not, for instance hold a bottle of soda and pour into a cup held in the other hand, making each action a multiple step process.
After eating and drinking a bit and socializing some with the newly arrived folks in the break room I decided to move back out into the main play space to enjoy some of the nights more lascivious entertainment as a voyeur. As I walked in from the break room SHE entered the play space. SHE had been around a few times before. I had admired her from afar, not knowing whether she was attached, I had preferred to let my lust build observing her actions and movements from a distance before I decided to speak to her. A few weeks ago we had actually spoken and had gotten to know a bit about each other but there was still so much more to know before I would be willing to suggest a date. On this night, SHE wasn't wearing a fancy outfit, no period dress, no slimming corset, not even a sexy evening dress. She was dressed simply in a black T-shirt purchased at a Rock concert many years ago from the looks of it, a pair of nice fitting jeans and some very comfortable looking plain black pumps. My eyes followed her figure down from her face, lightly freckled with just the hint of lipstick, giving her a very nice soap and water girl next door look. The T fit snugly across her breasts, curving in to a normal waist before terminating in the beginnings of her wonderfully flared hips. The jeans were a dark blue, didn't look worn at all, and clung to her hips and legs as if they had been painted on, flaring only slightly at the foot where they danced about the pumps, playing hide and seek with the toes.
I heard myself inhale sharply and caught myself before my knees buckled. To this day I am not sure what it was that made her so attractive to me on that day. I had seen her many times before, both dressed up and casual, but on this day SHE was exceptional. I wandered over to say hello and she smiled, visibly brightening her face as she recognized me. Hello she said, her smile continuing to grow as we hugged. She noticed the cuffs and remarked that they looked good on me. I smiled back even broader, lifting my arms to her so she could see that I was pre-chained. Her demeanor dropped a bit when she noticed the locks. "Who has the key?" she asked a bit accusingly. I didn't understand at the time her concern but explained that I was testing them out and that the person to whom they belonged held the key as a measure of faith on my part that I would not leave without paying for them and so that she could then order a full set for me when I returned to tell her that they fit and I had no problems with them during the evening.
She smiled warmer now, and said "Oh, so you need to test them do you?". I saw the mischievous sparkle in her eye that had drawn me to her the first time I saw her and melted inside. I felt my head nod, as if of its own accord, though I wouldn't have disagreed with the acknowledgment. She smiled and picked up the end of the chain. I thanked the Fates that my previous excitement had died down and let her lead me into a side room. This particular side room had a winch on the wall to a steel cable which ran through a pulley attached to a cross beam under the industrial ceiling. She lowered the huge hook and placed the chain on it, raising it again to extend my arms above my head. These cuffs were not made for suspension so she stopped with my feet flat on the floor. My hands were extended over my head, not to the point of pulling, but enough that I could not stretch higher and unhook myself.
She gazed at me with those jade green eyes, piercing my soul in an attempt to gauge just how far I would be willing to go. Until now I had never participated in any of the goings on at the club, I had been a voyeur, on a journey of self exploration and learning, trying to discover the things that I truly wanted to do. On this night, I was an impromptu participant, wanting to give in and finally experience the things I had seen and imagined yet knowing that I shouldn't. SHE moved closer to me, still fixing me with those beautiful eyes, her smile deeper more genuine than it had been a moment ago. She walked up to me as if we were flamenco dancers, placing her hand on my shoulder she moved close enough to whisper in my ear: "Would you give yourself to me?". Before I could answer she stepped out of my field of vision trailing her hand across my chest as she moved behind me. A million and a half nuances to that question raced through my mind as I tried to understand exactly what she was asking. I felt her breath on my ear a split second before I heard her whisper again from behind me: "Would you make that choice freely this night?". Damn, my heart was racing, my mind reeled, never had I thought a few words could have had such an affect on me. Her hand passed down my side and rested on my hip. I could feel her presence behind me, close yet not touching me with anything but her hand. Her voice drifted into my other ear "I would show you things...if you would only allow me to." I thought I might lose it as my mind flashed image after image of things it wanted her to show me. Brief clips of motion video played for me in my mind of things I wanted to do with her, naughty things, sexual things.
SHE came back into view from the other side, still smiling, still trailing her hand across my back and side again to perch on my shoulder. "Well?" She said, "Will you be my plaything for an evening?". I nodded, not knowing what I was getting into, not caring where this was going. All I knew was that I wanted her, no I NEEDED her in that moment, more than I had ever wanted anyone else in my life. She stepped into me, pulling me to her so that I felt her pressing against me, warmth covering me from head to toe. In hindsight I imagine I was flushed, but then and there, transfixed by her intoxicating eyes, I would have sworn it was my desire for her that had consumed my clothing and was heating the room. She looked me dead in the eye and asked again, "You freely give yourself over to my desires for this evening?". I agreed and she continued. "Is there anything you don't want me to do?". My mind, body and soul all agreed that there was nothing, but something tickled at the back of my head and thankfully took control saying "No blood, no permanent damage.". She smiled evilly and taunted, "Nothing is permanent in this world. What do you mean by 'permanent'?". My mind reveled in the nuances of the intellectual dance, the possibilities of everything spread before me and I didn't know how to answer. I tried to focus on her but only succeeded in drowning in those eyes and the heady smell of her breath in my face. Thankfully again that tickle and I heard my mouth say "Nothing that will not go away in less than a day.".
SHE nodded acknowledgment and whispered in my ear again. "Do not move, or you will be punished." I had no idea what form punishment would take but thought to myself I couldn't move more than in inch or two if I wanted to strung up here like this. She reached around behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her as if she wanted to fuck me through my clothes, our faces fractions of an inch apart. HER lips were so close I could almost feel them on mine, her eyes green seas upon which my mind floated, her hands holding me to her as her breasts pressed pleasantly on my chest and her thigh pressed against my growing erection. I wanted to kiss her, but was bound by the threat of punishment. She held me for what seemed like forever, the torture of my desire for her making me quiver, my lips yearned to pucker slightly and taste hers, to know what those silken strips felt like pressed against mine.
Finally she let go, smiling at me as if I had passed some sort of test and took a small step back. She slid down my body, passing her hands over the lumps in my shirt from my erect nipples. She stopped, kneeling on the floor in front of me, her face in front of my crotch. I wanted to move my hands down to hide my erection from her, embarrassed at having been so completely taken with desire, but I was locked in this position as much from the cable as from my desire to do what she asked of me. She undid my pants, let the zipper down as slowly as she could, watching me from the floor to see how uncomfortable this made me. There was no door on the side room, any number of people could have come in. "Would I be even more embarrassed to let them see my erection?" her laughing eyes seemed to say.
She pulled my cock out and held it in her hand. I could feel it throbbing, I didn't care who was watching, my desire was complete, any inhibition consumed in that all-encompassing flame. She looked up at me, kissed the head of my cock gently, and put it back in my pants, gingerly zipping them up over it and returned to stand in front of me. "I am so sorry" she said, "I already have other plans tonight and cannot tarry much longer." As she let the winch down enough that I could remove the chain from the hook, she explained, "I only came to say hello to a few friends before I left to go out of town this weekend. I must go home to pack." I could see the pain in her eyes, I could read her body language. She too wanted me, wanted to continue our game, to show me pleasures and sensations that I couldn't even imagine. "I will be back in a couple of weeks, by then you should have the full set and we can set aside an entire evening to explore different ways to use them." I nodded agreement, still too flushed with desire to form words. With that she turned and walked out of the room. I followed her, watching her ass and hips sway in those perfectly fitting jeans as she made her way across the main playroom and out into the lobby. I had heard the saying "I hate to see her go, but love to watch her walk away" many times before but didn't have a full appreciation of that phrase until this precise moment.
I returned to the key holder, had her remove the locks and promptly ordered the rest of the set. I would be ready for when she returned. In the mean time, my dreams would be haunted by those eyes, those lips, and the unspeakable things we would do when she returned.
I was happy. Not just happy, I was excited. Normally I try to be a happy positive person but today I didn't have to try. Today was special. My package had arrived and I was going to get it later that evening. But I get ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
I had been to the club now on numerous occasions. I had met new people that I now called friends and had spent many a Saturday night enthralled at the sights and sounds. It wasn't a dance club, though folks tended to dress up and show off their latest outfits in much the same way those club attendees do. You can walk around and see the heavyset woman proudly wearing the corset she just purchased from the online clothing store in the UK. You can observe both men and women making a fuss over a pair of new boots purchased from DSW just last week. You can see the perky woman wearing her new fishnets taken directly from the shelves of Victoria's Secret. From slutty to classy and everything in between, people came together to celebrate the beauty of the human body in all of it's glorious shapes and sizes. It is no wonder that so many who do not fit societies ideal of beauty find comfort within its walls.
After finding my own way into this subculture (a story for another time perhaps) I had grown accustomed to the socializing and acceptance that this place seemed to embody for its members. I had become well known and never failed to elicit a smile and a "Hello" from everyone I encountered. I felt at home here, more so than I have ever felt before, and my return smile announced that fact to everyone I met without having to use words or any other equally inadequate means of communication. The club and my new found friends made me happy. Tonight however, I was happier than usual. Tonight I was taking a huge step and it made me excited and apprehensive all at once. The feeling was intoxicating.
A couple of weeks past I had ordered a full set of leather bindings for my wrists and ankles. I had done some research online and found sites that would sell them but how do you order if you don't know your size? Sure there are measurement ranges and tables you can use but I needed to be sure. I asked around and as luck would have it one of my friends could have them custom made for me, all she needed was a tape measure and she would take the measurements herself to insure that it was done correctly. After measuring my wrists and ankles she placed the order and assured me that if they didn't fit properly she would have them redone. I had gotten the email from her two days ago, the cuffs were ready. Now it was Friday evening and as I drove home from work I was ecstatic.
I hurriedly threw some leftovers in the microwave, not paying much attention to the container I pulled from the fridge. I punched 3 minutes on the timer, pressed the start button and rushed upstairs to take a shower. I hadn't done any heavy lifting at work but I was covered in nervous sweat. I heard the microwave alarm sound from the kitchen as I was getting into the shower, the food could cool in the microwave a for a few minutes I decided and stepped into the steaming waterfall. The hot water felt good on my back, rinsing off the sweat chill and soothing tense muscles in my shoulders that I hadn't realized were knotted so much. I sighed, a contented little grin on my face, as I leaned against the now warm tiles in the shower and let the hot water wash over my body. I could feel each hot water jet prick my skin as it hit, almost too hot to touch. My chest and back turned beet red as the water streamed down and into the drain. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, the steam filling my nostrils and lungs, warming me to the core. When the heat reached a level that was too hot to bear, I turned off the shower and stood in the warm mist for a few seconds, dripping into the shower stall. Using the large Egyptian cotton bath towel I dried off lightly, allowing the last bits of moisture to evaporate and help cool my angry red flesh.
Feeling 100% better after the hot shower I wrapped a bath robe around me and went downstairs to my meal. I ate quickly, not savoring the food as I usually do. My mind was too focused on the expected treasure that would be waiting for me when I arrived at the club. I dressed in a simple black T-shirt and jeans. Having no leather items in my closet, my wardrobe choice was somewhat more limited than the female club goers. I almost envied them their expansive choice in outfits and could now understand the draw of cross-dressing. Nobody was going to be excited over my outfit, none would flock to see my shoes and make a fuss over my new shirt.
I sat on the couch, miffed that it wasn't 8pm yet. The club opened at 8 and I had rushed home earlier than my normal 5pm wanting to beat the traffic and make sure I had enough time to get ready before heading out to the club. Now it was 6:30pm and I had more than an hour to kill before the doors opened. I should have taken more time to prepare and eat my meal. I should have stayed at work until 5, but I did not and so I sat, nowhere to go and nothing to do, feeling more and more helpless as time crept forward, surely slowing down to taunt me on this of all days!
When I arrived at the club, I asked the woman behind the desk if M was there. She wasn't. Drat, my anxiety rose another three levels as I tried to remain calm. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning who has woken to see all the gifts beneath the tree but must wait until his parents have finished dressing and come into the living room before the merriment can begin. Thankfully there were a few friends there, so I struck up a conversation to pass the time. I hope that I was able to remain calm on the outside. Inside I was total mess, imagining all sorts of calamities or life issues cropping up which would prevent her from coming to the club tonight. Each scenario progressively worse as the minutes ticked slowly on the clock in the lobby. Seven fifty-eight, she's going to be late, the clock mocked me from across the room. Eight-oh-two, what if she forgot about you? Damn I need to quit looking at that clock...
When she finally did arrive, she hadn't forgotten. She had them with her. I was barely able to keep the excitement out of my voice as I asked if I could see them. See them? Why you need to try them on to make sure they fit! she remarked. She removed a pair of wide black leather straps, perhaps two inches across and a good 8 inches long. They were suede on one side with a dull matte finish on the other. A leather strap had been bolted to the smooth side, a D ring attached in the center and a curious buckle on the end which had a looped stop. She must have seen my puzzled expression and said "to insert a lock" as an explanation of the strangely looped metal stop. She wrapped the leather around my wrist, suede side down and pulled the thin strap through the buckle. I could see that instead of holes there were half inch gashes cut for the looped stop. She slid the stop through one of the slits and threaded the strap through the single metal loop at the back end of the buckle. The leather fit snugly, as if someone were holding my wrist but not so much that I couldn't move my hand. Once on I could see how the loop would permit a lock to be attached, preventing the strap from being taken out of the buckle without first removing the lock. She helped me with the second cuff and looked up at me smiling. "How do they fit?" she inquired. "Snug", I replied, "but not uncomfortable."
I hefted my hands, feeling the weight of the leather on my wrists. The feeling was not unlike wearing a new style of shoes for the first time, the weight and balance of your movements seems off but not so much that you trip and fall, just enough to make you aware that you have on something new. The thick leather restricted wrist bending movements somewhat but nothing that that made it impossible to use my hands. In a few minutes my brain had adjusted to the new weight and the suede had warmed some, feeling much like the soft warm touch of a lover. At this point she asked to feel my hands. They were not cold and she explained the necessity to insure that they were not so snug as to cut off circulation. They were not and she asked if I would like to have locks put on them to get the full effect. At this point I was in heaven and would have agreed to almost anything. I said yes. She then produced a length of chain and showed me different ways that it could be linked to the cuffs. She looped one end of the chain through each of the D rings and clicked a third lock through the ends of the chain links creating a continuous loop about a foot long. This would give me range to move my hands and do some tasks while making it easy to grasp and pull along by my partner if I were not behaving. She unlocked the luggage lock, and holding one end of the chain, pulled the other end, forcing my hands closer together. She put the lock through a link close to beginning of the chain, keeping the D rings less than an inch apart and leaving an 18 inch section chain hanging. This configuration she explained worked much like a leash and as a matter of fact, you could have attached a dog leash to the end of the chain and it would have worked perfectly, forcing me to go wherever the chain was pulled.
I thanked her and smiled, knowing that I would find many other ways to use the cuffs in the future. She asked if I wanted the chain removed and I replied no. The chain added more weight to my hands and I wanted to see what an extended period of wearing them felt like. She asked who she should leave the key with, grinning slightly. She must have seen the twinkle in my eye, knowing that I was hooked and smiling because she was making yet another dream come true. I said she could keep it, not that it meant anything, but that I did trust her not to leave before I had returned to have them removed. I wandered off into the club to see what I could see, thoroughly enjoying the feel of restricted security on my arms.
The chain bounced as I walked, swinging to and fro between my legs, bouncing off them as each swung forward in stride. That light tapping at my inner thighs coupled with the slight feeling of helplessness from my bound hands and the warm weight of the cuffs on my wrists was having an unexpected effect on me. I could feel myself become aroused. Oddly I was embarrassed by this so I pulled the chain up into a bunch and held it quietly in my hands, letting them hang in front of me and cover the mound in my jeans that was surely visible to each and every person in the large play space. I moved to the break room, where refreshments were typically served. This night was no exception and I happily busied myself testing my ability to carry out simple tasks while bound. Some of my friends saw the cuffs and commented appreciatively. I smiled, telling them that I was testing them out and if they fit properly then I would be purchasing an entire set. Each task tried was not hard, but it took some time to get used to the single point of contact. I could not, for instance hold a bottle of soda and pour into a cup held in the other hand, making each action a multiple step process.
After eating and drinking a bit and socializing some with the newly arrived folks in the break room I decided to move back out into the main play space to enjoy some of the nights more lascivious entertainment as a voyeur. As I walked in from the break room SHE entered the play space. SHE had been around a few times before. I had admired her from afar, not knowing whether she was attached, I had preferred to let my lust build observing her actions and movements from a distance before I decided to speak to her. A few weeks ago we had actually spoken and had gotten to know a bit about each other but there was still so much more to know before I would be willing to suggest a date. On this night, SHE wasn't wearing a fancy outfit, no period dress, no slimming corset, not even a sexy evening dress. She was dressed simply in a black T-shirt purchased at a Rock concert many years ago from the looks of it, a pair of nice fitting jeans and some very comfortable looking plain black pumps. My eyes followed her figure down from her face, lightly freckled with just the hint of lipstick, giving her a very nice soap and water girl next door look. The T fit snugly across her breasts, curving in to a normal waist before terminating in the beginnings of her wonderfully flared hips. The jeans were a dark blue, didn't look worn at all, and clung to her hips and legs as if they had been painted on, flaring only slightly at the foot where they danced about the pumps, playing hide and seek with the toes.
I heard myself inhale sharply and caught myself before my knees buckled. To this day I am not sure what it was that made her so attractive to me on that day. I had seen her many times before, both dressed up and casual, but on this day SHE was exceptional. I wandered over to say hello and she smiled, visibly brightening her face as she recognized me. Hello she said, her smile continuing to grow as we hugged. She noticed the cuffs and remarked that they looked good on me. I smiled back even broader, lifting my arms to her so she could see that I was pre-chained. Her demeanor dropped a bit when she noticed the locks. "Who has the key?" she asked a bit accusingly. I didn't understand at the time her concern but explained that I was testing them out and that the person to whom they belonged held the key as a measure of faith on my part that I would not leave without paying for them and so that she could then order a full set for me when I returned to tell her that they fit and I had no problems with them during the evening.
She smiled warmer now, and said "Oh, so you need to test them do you?". I saw the mischievous sparkle in her eye that had drawn me to her the first time I saw her and melted inside. I felt my head nod, as if of its own accord, though I wouldn't have disagreed with the acknowledgment. She smiled and picked up the end of the chain. I thanked the Fates that my previous excitement had died down and let her lead me into a side room. This particular side room had a winch on the wall to a steel cable which ran through a pulley attached to a cross beam under the industrial ceiling. She lowered the huge hook and placed the chain on it, raising it again to extend my arms above my head. These cuffs were not made for suspension so she stopped with my feet flat on the floor. My hands were extended over my head, not to the point of pulling, but enough that I could not stretch higher and unhook myself.
She gazed at me with those jade green eyes, piercing my soul in an attempt to gauge just how far I would be willing to go. Until now I had never participated in any of the goings on at the club, I had been a voyeur, on a journey of self exploration and learning, trying to discover the things that I truly wanted to do. On this night, I was an impromptu participant, wanting to give in and finally experience the things I had seen and imagined yet knowing that I shouldn't. SHE moved closer to me, still fixing me with those beautiful eyes, her smile deeper more genuine than it had been a moment ago. She walked up to me as if we were flamenco dancers, placing her hand on my shoulder she moved close enough to whisper in my ear: "Would you give yourself to me?". Before I could answer she stepped out of my field of vision trailing her hand across my chest as she moved behind me. A million and a half nuances to that question raced through my mind as I tried to understand exactly what she was asking. I felt her breath on my ear a split second before I heard her whisper again from behind me: "Would you make that choice freely this night?". Damn, my heart was racing, my mind reeled, never had I thought a few words could have had such an affect on me. Her hand passed down my side and rested on my hip. I could feel her presence behind me, close yet not touching me with anything but her hand. Her voice drifted into my other ear "I would show you things...if you would only allow me to." I thought I might lose it as my mind flashed image after image of things it wanted her to show me. Brief clips of motion video played for me in my mind of things I wanted to do with her, naughty things, sexual things.
SHE came back into view from the other side, still smiling, still trailing her hand across my back and side again to perch on my shoulder. "Well?" She said, "Will you be my plaything for an evening?". I nodded, not knowing what I was getting into, not caring where this was going. All I knew was that I wanted her, no I NEEDED her in that moment, more than I had ever wanted anyone else in my life. She stepped into me, pulling me to her so that I felt her pressing against me, warmth covering me from head to toe. In hindsight I imagine I was flushed, but then and there, transfixed by her intoxicating eyes, I would have sworn it was my desire for her that had consumed my clothing and was heating the room. She looked me dead in the eye and asked again, "You freely give yourself over to my desires for this evening?". I agreed and she continued. "Is there anything you don't want me to do?". My mind, body and soul all agreed that there was nothing, but something tickled at the back of my head and thankfully took control saying "No blood, no permanent damage.". She smiled evilly and taunted, "Nothing is permanent in this world. What do you mean by 'permanent'?". My mind reveled in the nuances of the intellectual dance, the possibilities of everything spread before me and I didn't know how to answer. I tried to focus on her but only succeeded in drowning in those eyes and the heady smell of her breath in my face. Thankfully again that tickle and I heard my mouth say "Nothing that will not go away in less than a day.".
SHE nodded acknowledgment and whispered in my ear again. "Do not move, or you will be punished." I had no idea what form punishment would take but thought to myself I couldn't move more than in inch or two if I wanted to strung up here like this. She reached around behind me and grabbed my ass, pulling me into her as if she wanted to fuck me through my clothes, our faces fractions of an inch apart. HER lips were so close I could almost feel them on mine, her eyes green seas upon which my mind floated, her hands holding me to her as her breasts pressed pleasantly on my chest and her thigh pressed against my growing erection. I wanted to kiss her, but was bound by the threat of punishment. She held me for what seemed like forever, the torture of my desire for her making me quiver, my lips yearned to pucker slightly and taste hers, to know what those silken strips felt like pressed against mine.
Finally she let go, smiling at me as if I had passed some sort of test and took a small step back. She slid down my body, passing her hands over the lumps in my shirt from my erect nipples. She stopped, kneeling on the floor in front of me, her face in front of my crotch. I wanted to move my hands down to hide my erection from her, embarrassed at having been so completely taken with desire, but I was locked in this position as much from the cable as from my desire to do what she asked of me. She undid my pants, let the zipper down as slowly as she could, watching me from the floor to see how uncomfortable this made me. There was no door on the side room, any number of people could have come in. "Would I be even more embarrassed to let them see my erection?" her laughing eyes seemed to say.
She pulled my cock out and held it in her hand. I could feel it throbbing, I didn't care who was watching, my desire was complete, any inhibition consumed in that all-encompassing flame. She looked up at me, kissed the head of my cock gently, and put it back in my pants, gingerly zipping them up over it and returned to stand in front of me. "I am so sorry" she said, "I already have other plans tonight and cannot tarry much longer." As she let the winch down enough that I could remove the chain from the hook, she explained, "I only came to say hello to a few friends before I left to go out of town this weekend. I must go home to pack." I could see the pain in her eyes, I could read her body language. She too wanted me, wanted to continue our game, to show me pleasures and sensations that I couldn't even imagine. "I will be back in a couple of weeks, by then you should have the full set and we can set aside an entire evening to explore different ways to use them." I nodded agreement, still too flushed with desire to form words. With that she turned and walked out of the room. I followed her, watching her ass and hips sway in those perfectly fitting jeans as she made her way across the main playroom and out into the lobby. I had heard the saying "I hate to see her go, but love to watch her walk away" many times before but didn't have a full appreciation of that phrase until this precise moment.
I returned to the key holder, had her remove the locks and promptly ordered the rest of the set. I would be ready for when she returned. In the mean time, my dreams would be haunted by those eyes, those lips, and the unspeakable things we would do when she returned.
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zombiekittybot:
Thank you!
zombiekittybot:
Yeah it sure surprised me!! Thnigs work in mysterious ways!