Shhh

This is an older one too. And the only one I have written that was a real scene and not fiction. -KC

"Shhhh," he whispered. 

I quieted my tiny moans and whimpers until the only sound was my quickened breathing.  The ropes were terribly uncomfortable and I loved every second of it. 

About 30 minutes before he had started with a rope gag, the front of which he had tied a small loop of rope.  He tied it into my mouth, around the back of my head, and then wrapped it around my ponytail at the nape of my neck. 

“You weren't expecting a gag, were you?” He asked.  I shook my head “no” and made a sound that I hoped sounded positive.  He smiled, obviously enjoying himself.

He slid a smaller rope through the loop at the front of the gag and pulled.  I had no choice but to follow him across the room until I was facing a wooded post.  He tied off the rope to an eyebolt more than a foot above my head.  He stepped around behind me and did the same with the rope wrapped around my hair so my head was anchored in two directions.  If I rose up on my tip toes I could feel some slack, but not much, and not for long. 

R began to loop a small cord around my head from crown to chin, and before I knew it he was lifting me up as tall as I could stand as he tied off that rope to the ceiling right above my head.  Even though I knew better than to interfere with my hands, they were starting to feel a little too free still hanging at my sides.  Somehow he knew this and gifted me with a larger rope around my elbows to pull them together behind my back.  

I felt good and dully trussed, but he wasn't done quite yet, to my delight.  He tied a teeny string from my nipple rings to the rope extending from my gag.  It was just enough to lift most of the weight of my breasts.  I couldn't see what he had done of course; with my head anchored in three directions I could only look straight ahead. 

R stepped back to admire his work.  My head was off in space somewhere at this point and I knew my cunt was dripping wet.  I feel so sexy when I'm bound, and a little humiliated too, which just turned me on more. 

R must have decided that the elbow rope wasn't quite enough because he added more rope around my wrists pulling them together tightly enough so that the elbow rope was slack.  L, R's partner, stepped in front of me and began to run her hands all over my body touching my nipples, my face, my chest and hips.  She slid her hand between my legs.

"Is this allowed?" she asked. 

I tried to nod my head, then laughed at myself and tried a verbal answer, "mmm" was the best I could do. She laughed at my attempts, but she understood and slid her hand around my clit rubbing it ever so gently as I moaned and spread my legs to accommodate her. 

"Do you know how wet you are," she asked?

"Mmhmm," I squeaked out.

She continued touching me all over and rubbing my clit while R tied one more rope to my wrists lifting my bound hands up away from my body, and then tied it off to an eyebolt behind and above me. He grabbed a paddle and started spanking me with it.  He didn't do it hard or for very long, just enough to get a little endorphin buzz going.  L eventually excused herself and R moved around in front of me.  After making sure I was still ok, he slid his hand where L's had been between my lips and continued rubbing my clit. 

My hips were bucking, my mind was gone, my eyes closed, and my upper body so tightly restrained I could barely move. 

Moaning through my gag I heard him say, “Do you want to come?”

My eyes flew open and met his thinking, “oh yes! Please can I, please?”

He nodded, “yes, go ahead.”

I groaned and closing my eyes again to focus my attention on my clit.  In about 3 seconds flat I exploded in orgasm, my cunt dripping, my breathing quick and labored, moaning. 

“Shhhhh,” he whispered.

Trout Lake

This was written several years ago and I found it in my archives. -KC

This was a perfect location for a meeting.  The bench was about 15 feet off the path and facing the large lake.  It was quiet enough outside this afternoon that even while facing the lake she could hear only a few people jogging by and she would definitely hear if someone stepped off the path to walk toward her seat on the bench.  She took a quick glance at her watch which she had removed earlier and placed in her coat pocket.  It read 2:47. 

"Good, 13 minutes to go." 

She liked being early, just to have a few minutes to relax and acclimate to the environment before he came for her.  Of course he was usually a few minutes late, but she was sure it was because he liked to watch her squirm with anticipation.  And he knew she liked it too.  She smiled to herself as she pulled the hardcopy of the email out of her coat pocket and re-read the short note. 

1^st Bench off the path on the south side of Trout Lake.  3 pm, Saturday.  You know what to do.  -M

Yes, she did know exactly what to do.  Her small overnight bag was in her car packed only with essentials and a simple change of clothes.  He would likely transfer her bag to his car before he walked out to meet her.  She wore comfortable clothes, jeans and a light top, and always sturdy shoes.  She wore no jewelry save her permanent rings, no necklace, anklets, or anything on her wrists.   She had a few personal items in her jacket pockets but carried no bag or purse.  A bag was one more thing she had to keep track of and she had learned quickly that simpler was better; especially since she never knew where she might find herself on one of these outings.

The first such outing was a walk around this very lake, so she wasn't surprised that he'd chosen this bench as a meeting place for today.  But that walk around the lake was late at night and she hadn't heard another soul the whole time they were out.  This afternoon was different; she was alone and there were several people walking, or riding bikes taking advantage of one of the first really warm days of spring.  She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun, feeling the heat on her face.  Her mind went back to that walk around the lake last fall.

It was the middle of October and leaves had been falling steadily for a few weeks.  She didn't remember how many leaves were left on the trees, only the sweet smell of decay as the dried leaves on the ground crunched beneath her feet.  They had just finished a wonderful meal.  Even though they had only had a few dates there was an easy flow to the conversation and she felt completely at ease with him.  He suggested walking off their dinner at a park before taking her home.  Eager for the date to continue a little longer she happily agreed. 

He pulled into a small parking lot and deliberately parked his truck equidistant from two lights in the darkest spot of the lot.  Turning around she could see the trailhead and a path disappearing into the trees.  She turned back just in time to see him pull his hand out of his pocket.  He smiled at her and said," Hang tight, I'll get your door."

She'd gotten used to his sense of chivalry, and had decided she liked it.  She felt spoiled and pampered when he opened doors for her.  She waited in the dark as he circled the truck and opened the passenger side door.  He offered his arm and she accepted gratefully, hopping to the ground.  She was a petite little thing, and it was a big truck.  He didn't let go of her arm; as soon as he shut the door of the truck he enveloped her into his arms.  He breathed into her hair as he crushed her face into his chest. 

"I want you to do something for me," he whispered.

She nodded into his chest, but said nothing.  She already knew there was a desire within her to do as he asked, to please him.

He lifted his head slightly and this time spoke louder and more firmly, "I want to blindfold you."

Not a question, not an order, just a simple statement; and yet he was waiting for her consent.  She pulled her face away from his chest so she could speak more clearly, but did not raise her eyes to meet his.

"Yes, please, Sir," was all she said.

"Ahhh, that's my girl," he praised as he kissed her bent head, "close your eyes."

With his hands on her shoulders he rotated her around so she was facing away from him.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy black silk scarf already folded into a narrow band. 

Her breath caught in her throat as she sensed his arms over her head and she felt the silk press over her eyes.  She stood very still as he knotted the scarf at the back of her head, only then did she remember to exhale.

He gently turned her around to face him.  He caressed her face, drawing his fingers over the blindfold and across her cheek, his fingers lingering at her lips. 

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled as he bent his head to kiss her, gently at first but quickly crushing her mouth to his, his tongue forcing it's way inside her.  He pulled away abruptly leaving her wanting more. 

As he backed away from her he said, "My beautiful blindfolded girl……come to me."

His voice seemed so far away now but he was probably only 4 or 5 feet from her.  She took a deep breath and started walking toward his voice.  What was there to bump into anyway, she thought, the parking lot was deserted.  As she approached him he moved, turning her in circles to disorient her.  By the time she was thoroughly confused he finally let her reach him.

"Good girl," he said, and was rewarded with one of her bright smiles. 

He wrapped his left arm behind her waist and took her right arm in his right so he could guide her. 

"Only until you get more comfortable without your eyes," he said, "but I'm not going to help you like this the whole time." 

He began to guide her down the path talking casually as if she weren't blindfolded.  He commented on what a beautiful clear night it was and how the trees looked skeletal in the moonlight.  She responded in kind with thoughts about the sound of the lake to their right and the crunching leaves beneath their feet.  Before she knew it she was walking beside and slightly behind him with no fear, only lightly grasping his left elbow with her right hand.

Eventually he led her back to his truck.  Realizing where she was she turned to him thinking he might remove the blindfold now that their walk was over, but he only opened the passenger door and said, "Let me help you up."

With him steadying her she was able to find the running board and lifted herself into the truck, albeit somewhat clumsily.  He made sure she was all in and shut the door.  He took his time walking around the end of the truck enjoying the fact that he had a pretty girl blindfolded waiting for him in his truck, trusting him to watch out for her. 

He paused before opening the door gazing at her silhouette.  He could tell by her posture that she had decided he was taking to long, she was getting a little nervous and squirmy.  He smiled and waited. She guessed that he was watching her, that he must be enjoying it, and decided that she liked the uncertainty and anticipation.

On the way back to her house he asked her how she liked the experience, (she loved it), if she was scared at all, (only at first), and if she thought she'd be willing to do it again, (she would.)

He pulled into her driveway saying," I'm going to help you inside then I'll make sure the door is locked behind me when I leave.  I don't want you to see me again tonight; I'd rather you were left with memories of other sensations.  I want you to listen to my truck drive away before you take off the blindfold." He continued as he led her into the house.  "I'd like you to call me tomorrow at lunchtime and let me know how you're doing."  He kissed her gently on the mouth," And take good care of that scarf, it's my favorite."

She had since learned that he owned 7 of the exact same scarves, each of which he called his favorite.

She smiled at the memory of her first blindfolded walk around the lake.  She turned from the sun to check her watch again.  This time it read 2:57; only 3 minutes left to get ready. 

She pulled the medical tape out of her pocket as well as her wrap around sunglasses that were painted black on the inside.  For play at home or in private he usually used eye patches, especially if he wanted her sightless for more than a few hours, then he would add a black sleep mask for darkness.  They learned together as they experimented with different materials that some had time limits, they also found that for sessions longer than a few hours she was a lot more comfortable if she wasn't wearing her contacts.

  

She removed her glasses and slid the case into her pocket.  She cut a piece of tape about as inch and a half long and pressed it firmly over her left eye.  It was thin paper tape, breathable and designed for sensitive skin.  She took a deep breath, closed her right eye and pressed a separate piece of tape over her eyelid.  She could still very slightly open her eyelids and since the tape was white she could see a lot of light, especially in the sun.  She slipped on the wrap around shades which completely covered the tape from the outside and which blocked out about 90% of the light reaching her eyes. If she opened her eyes and looked toward her nose she could sense a little light, but it was the best she could do.

She slid the medical tape back into her pocket and settled herself in for a little wait.  She loved the darkness, the sense of safety and security; and when she was with him the sense of dependency.  There was peace for her in the darkness, even when there was a little fear or apprehension when facing the unknown, or a new situation or challenge.  Quite often he chose to take her eyes from her then just let her be.  Those were the times she was able to journey and sometimes leave her body; but knowing that he was still there watching her and looking our for her was what make it all possible.

She couldn't help wondering what he might have in store for her tonight.  Sometimes he tied her hands behind her back under her coat, he usually only chose to do that late at night in a relatively deserted area, just fewer looks and less chance of interference.  That was really intense for her at first, it was one thing to be blinded and still have her hands to feel around but without them she was even more dependent on him, especially because she couldn't remove her blindfold.  They had also discovered together over the winter that he could use earplugs in her then have her wear earmuffs to conceal the earplugs.  They experimented with different combinations of earplugs, blindfolds, and having her hands tied that changed depending on what he wanted her to feel.  She loved every minute of it, even though his challenges often scared her at first, he was always there to talk her through it, encouraging her to try something new.

When they played in private he also used gags and hoods to control her senses.  When he took her ability to speak away from her all of her immediate needs had to come from him.  With practice she learned to block our external sensory input and to communicate with him energetically.  Some days her only connection to anything was through him, in a way it was the ultimate temporary form of complete dependence upon another human being.  Most days she was so fiercely independent; a competent small business owner and highly organized.  It was such a relief to her to surrender control of her senses to another human being.  It was so much easier for her to just make adjustments and accept what she was given.  The ultimate control for her was to be hooded; if she couldn't see, hear, or speak she didn't even feel human.  In some way it released her mind and spirit when her body and sensory input were restricted.  She could fly free, unencumbered by physical form. 

A sound yanked her back from her reverie.  There were several people on the path behind her she had tuned out the sound, but now she wished she hadn't.  There was definitely someone approaching from behind.  Her heart started to race not knowing if it was him.  Of course it's him; she tried to convince her self.  But this was the part she loved, the uncertainty.  Surely she knew his energy by now. Surely some primitive danger sensing defense mechanism would have engaged if it was someone she didn't know.

He walked around the far side of the bench from where she was and sat down; he said nothing and did not touch her.  He was only about a foot from her, but she knew better than to speak or reach out to him.  She had been trained to wait for him to initiate contact.  He was watching her intently, loving every second of her anxiety.  She was really trying not to fidget, and unless one knew her intimately she appeared completely relaxed, but that was not the case.

He waited a few more minutes until she managed to settle herself before he opened her hand and dropped a set of foam earplugs into her hand.  She realized what was in her hand and nodded.  She rolled the foam and slid them into her ears one at a time.  She loved the sensation of her hearing slowly decreasing as the foam expanded in her ears.  Next he handed her an earmuff that she added to cover the plugs.    He laid his finger across both her lips, telling her to keep her mouth closed.  He lifted her hand in his and she stood up, understanding him perfectly, knowing it was now time to walk and follow him. 

He led her slowly but directly to his truck, opened the door and helped her inside.  He started the car but left it in park while he dug around in a small bag on the floor.   He then quickly but simply restrained her hands with a short piece of rope.  It felt narrow but effective; likely something she could get out of if she set her mind to it.  But her mind was already somewhere else.

He drove for what seemed to her to be a long time, but it was maybe only about 45 minutes until he pulled off the highway and parked.  He exited then walked around and opened her door then untied her hands and helped her out of the car.  She instinctively grasped his left elbow and followed him.  She could tell when they left the asphalt and they walked onto a wooden surface. 

She could sense more than hear a low grade rumbling sound that she guessed might be a river, making the wooden surface perhaps a bridge.  As they continued to walk she felt cold water drops sprinkle her face.  A waterfall, she decided, and delighted turned to nudge her forehead against his shoulder in a gesture of thanks.  He walked with her to the spot on the bridge that was as close to the waterfall as they could get and moved her to stand in front of him facing the water.  He lifted her hands in his, palm up, to receive the droplets of water on every available surface of her skin.  As he wrapped his arms around her, she knew what a beautiful gift she had just been given.  He held her for a few moments then released her and turned back they way they had come.

Back in the car he retied her hands then started the truck and drove away.  She was left again in silence to ponder her experience. 

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 4

He finished with his ablutions and returned to the bedroom where I was still where he’d left me growing cold without his body heat.

“Come over here, love, and sit on the edge of the bed. I’ve laid a towel down,” he explained. I crawled over on my knees until I felt the towel then made certain all the wet parts were on it before I settled myself. “I’m going to help you clean up,” he continued.

“I’m going to untie the blindfold,” I must have made a face because he paused, “and I want you to keep your eyes closed. We’re going to brush your hair and straighten you up, then you can have it back.” I hope I looked relieved. I wasn’t quite ready for this to end, and apparently he wasn’t either. Lucky me.

He undid the knot and lifted the folds of fabric away from my face. I felt a little crumpled and rubbed my eyes, but didn’t open them. I could see some light now through my closed lids probably from the bathroom, and I could make out his moving shadow. He kissed each eyelid then I felt him begin to brush the ends of my long hair. Somehow he’d managed to bring my purse into the bedroom with us and I hadn’t noticed the thoughtful gesture.

“Thank you for taking good care of me,” I said, and grinned.

“You are most welcome,” he answered chivalrously. “It’s actually quite selfish,” he admitted, “I’ve been wanting to brush your hair for you since I first saw you.”

I made a sound like a snort, but that made me happy to hear. I smiled at him.

“Have you given any thought to, ah,” the uncertainty was back in his voice, “To perhaps spending the night? I know we haven’t discussed it, and frankly this date turned out better than I could have expected.” I laughed through my nose in agreement. “My roommate won’t care, and you wouldn’t have to leave the bedroom. I could get anything we needed from the kitchen.” He was talking just a hint to fast and I understood that he wasn’t on familiar ground here.

I reached my hand to touch whatever part of him I was able to reach. He saw me and met my hand with his.

“I would love to stay, thank you,” I said gratefully. I sensed rather than felt his body relax. “There are a couple things I’d need to take care of. I need to take a couple of pills before bed but since that feels like my brush you’re using on my hair my purse probably isn’t far away. So I’ll need some water and my purse.”

“That’s easy,” he said.

“I have contacts in,” I continued, “so just in case you intend for me to sleep with the blindfold, I’ll need to either take them out or we’ll need to use a different blindfold that will let my corneas breathe.”

He chuckled, “I did plan to have you sleep with the blindfold. And yes, I have several other options for you if you’d like to try and see if one of those will work.”

“And thirdly,” I continued, “I need to pee. Now.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” he laughed. “Is the scarf okay for now?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I answered. He finished brushing my hair, tucked it safely behind my ears again, and retied the silk blindfold around my head. I sighed in contentment. It felt like it was supposed to be there now; it was comfortable and not restrictive at all. It felt right.

“Do you need my help or will you be able to manage in there by yourself?” he asked.

“I think I’ll manage alright,” I answered. I stood up from the bed and stepped close to him. I had one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. “Would you like to help, or would you rather not?” I asked frankly.

“I, ah,” he cleared his throat, “I think I’d like to watch, actually.”

“Oh, I couldn’t have guessed,” I said with no little sarcasm. I gave him a warm smile and touched his face. “You must make sure that I don’t slip and fall and hit my head on the bathtub now, right?” I asked softly with only a hint of tease. “I’d like that too,” I finished.

He led me to the doorway and put my hand on the bathroom sink so I’d have my bearings. He waited in the doorway while I emptied my bladder, wiped myself up, and then made my way back to the sink. He took my hand after I’d washed and led me back into the bedroom, leaving me holding onto a bedpost. I heard the door to the closet slide open and the sounds of rustling. He walked back toward me and set something down on the bed. He tapped the edge of a plastic box so I’d know where it was.

“Here’s most of my collection so hopefully you’ll find something that will work for you for sleeping.”

I found the box easily and started trying to identify the items. There were several different sleep masks, also several bandannas and scarves, and even a couple leather items with buckles. At the bottom I found a couple small cardboard boxes but I left them alone and pulled out a few sleep masks.

“I’m sure one of these will work,” I said while fingering a nice satin mask with little nose pads to block light.

He removed the box and returned it to the closet. He came back, took the mask from my hand and crushed me to him, holding my face to his chest.

“God, I loved watching you handle my blindfold collection,” he said gruffly, “It was like you knew it already. It’s like you understand me already.”

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 3

“Oh, my beautiful blindfolded girl,” me murmured into my hair, his mouth felt hot on my neck and face. “You did so well,” he breathlessly. He reached around and deftly unhooked my bra, letting my full aching breasts fall onto his naked chest. The dark hairs of his chest felt soft on my nipples and I enjoyed rubbing them back and forth, getting them hard. He grabbed both breasts hard in his large hands and pulled them to his mouth moving my entire body in the process. I moaned with pleasure and he took one then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently.

“Harder, please, Sir, harder,” I urged, and he obliged. He tightened his grip and squeezed them so hard I wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises the next day. His teeth closed on my right nipple, pressure increasing more and more until I gasped and shook. He switched to the left one that was aching for his mouth and bit it until I could barely hold myself up. I didn’t have to for long.

In one smooth motion he grabbed my wrists, held them in one hand, used the other to pull me down flat on top of him so my arms were above my head, then flipped us both over until he was holding me down with his body weight. He still held my wrists together in one of his hands over my head and he leaned down to kiss me, his need hard against my crotch. His right hand touched the blindfold, then my lips, and then trailed down my naked upper half until it found the button of my skirt. He managed to unbutton it; I was again impressed, and worked it down over my hips as I lifted up to help the process. My underwear followed without complaint.

I heard him make a deep rumbling sound of pleasure at the sight of my naked body. I knew I was soaking wet, my organs swollen and engorged. I squirmed in response, resisting his hold on my hands, hoping he wouldn’t let go. He didn’t. He curled his body next to mine so I could feel his cock against my hip and I felt his hand rest gently over me. I lifted my hips to rub against his hand, asking for more contact. He began to touch me gently and I felt his fingers on my swollen lips, then he slid two fingers inside me, exploring. I moaned and moved my hips trying to tell him how much I wanted him. He withdrew his hand and began to rub my engorged clitoris, slowly, rhythmically, like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. He took one nipple into his mouth and bit me hard. I resisted again at my wrists more to feel his strength and control than because I actually wanted him to release me. My breathing increased, and my hips bucked in climax as he brought me to orgasm with his hands. He wrapped himself around me as much as he could while holding me down and rode the waves of pleasure with me. As I began to relax I felt him move away from me.

“Stay,” he grunted as he squeezed my wrists tightly, and he rolled off the bed. I heard him fumble with his jeans and then drop them to the floor. There was a crackle that I assumed was him tearing open a condom wrapper. I was still feeling aftershocks rumble through my body, the aching need to be filled that the climax created. I wanted to feel his weight on me again, holding my body down. I didn’t have to wait long.

And he was there, one hand again holding my wrists above my head, his knees spreading my legs apart. I felt the head of his cock touch my tender clit as he rubbed it up and down my slick wetness teasing me and moistening him.

“Oh please,” I moaned, “please, please, please.” It was all I could manage to articulate in that moment. He knew what I wanted, he’s the one who created the need, and he was the one I needed to sate it.

He entered me slowly, and I opened up to him. I don’t know how he did it having stopped already twice tonight, and then holding himself back to bring me to climax first. It was excruciating in its sweetness how gentle he started, when I wanted him to slam into me. And soon he did, harder and harder, I took him all the way into me. He let himself down until his full weight was on me before he released my wrists. He grabbed my shoulders with both hands taking his pleasure then moved to grab my bottom, lifting my pelvis to meet his own.

My arms finally free I wrapped them around him, nails digging into his back as he pounded into me. He found my mouth and he groaned into me as I finally heard him reach his own climax. His body shuddered, once, twice, and then he was still, his full weight on my body. He was heavy, and my ribcage was restricted, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I held him as his breathing returned to normal, his face buried in my hair above my shoulder.

Eventually he did come back to life and he propped himself up on an elbow to kiss me. First each eye behind the black silk blindfold, then the tip of my nose, then gently my mouth. He moved slowly now, calmly seeking connection, even though he was still inside me growing soft. He reached down with his hand, withdrew, and then rolled off of me and onto his feet. I felt a brief sense of loss without him there inside me. I heard him stumble into the bathroom to clean up. A process that I was quickly realizing I would need to take care of in short order. I wondered how that was going to work.

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 2

“This way, love,” his voice was softer now as he took my right hand and set it into the crook of his left elbow. He led me through the dining room, my feet remembering the hardwood and the area rug, and toward the back of the house. It was an old Victorian that had been split into apartments so the bedrooms were at the back down a long hallway. It was wide enough for us to walk side by side, and I trailed my left hand along the wall as we walked. The paint was rough on the old walls under my hand, and I counted close to 20 steps past the kitchen before we stopped. He placed my hand on the doorknob and let go, but he stayed near.

“The closet is on the wall to your right, bed straight ahead, dresser and desk to the left, and there’s a bathroom on the far wall,” he informed me. A bathroom, I thought, unusual to have a suite style room in a house like this. I hadn’t seen his room and knew nothing about it. Evidently I wasn’t going to see it, at least not yet. He turned the doorknob using my hand and opened it into the room.

“I’ll watch as you explore with your hands, to make sure you’re okay,” he assured me. And I bet you won’t enjoy it a bit, I thought to myself happily, but held my tongue.

I groped toward him with my hand and he took it. I lifted it to my lips and kissed it formally.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, and let his hand go.

I had kept my left hand on the doorframe for reference and I started there. I heard him take a step into the room and shut the door behind him. He moved off to my right and with a creak and a rustle I assumed he had climbed onto the bed to begin his supervision. He said nothing.

I kept my left hand trailing on the wall and bent my right arm in front of my body, a position meant to let my arm find a large object instead of my head. It didn’t take long for me to locate a large dresser. It was wooden and felt heavy, oak, perhaps. The drawers on the front had large metal pulls that hung down. On the top I found a row of books, neatly held by solid feeling bookends. In front of those were some loose small objects that I didn’t take the time to identify right now. I continued my mapping of the room.

Past the huge dresser my hands next found a leather desk chair, and reaching forward I found a desk covered in papers. I located the smooth aluminum of a laptop and smiling I traced the plastic apple on the top of the closed lid. Behind that were plastic sorting bins of assorted papers stacked four high, and to the right of those was a ceramic mug holding pens and pencils. I established where the corner of the desk was and continued my exploration. I hadn’t knocked anything over yet and I considered that a blessing.

I could feel him watching me and I felt a little self-conscious. Next I felt another doorframe and figured this was the bathroom. I stepped in quickly to begin to create a picture of the space. There was a glass door to the left, probably the tub and shower, I found a window straight ahead, just to the right my hand rested on the top of the toilet, and continuing I found the sink. I reached up and felt a mirror and just to the right a small towel rack with two towels. I didn’t linger, eager to be back near him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the next thing on my left was a window quickly followed by a small nightstand with nothing on it. My hands found the bed. And it was a tall one; I’d likely have to climb up on it to get in. I reached onto the bed hoping to find Brian, and stopped to listen closely. I could hear him breathing deep breaths, but a little faster than someone who was merely reclining on a bed. I smiled and kept going, hoping he was enjoying watching as much I was relishing this exploration of his personal space.

And the end of the bed was a heavy footboard with large wooden bedposts. It felt big and bulky so it must match the huge dresser. I worked my way around the bed to the other side, again hoping to find Brian, but damn him he’d rolled to the other side of the bed just out of my reach again. This time I heard a soft chuckle but he said nothing. Good thing he was enjoying my frustration. I sighed lightly and kept going.

There was another nightstand, this one with an alarm clock, a lamp, and a dish of small objects. Past the nightstand was a second window, then the closed sliding doors of the closet. I’d made it all the way around the room and stopped in front of the bedroom door to wait.

“Come to me, love,” his voice was grainy but firm.

With no further direction from him I made my choice. I extended my hand hoping to find the bedpost. I thought I’d guessed right at the distance, and in fact I had. I used it to help me locate the rest of the bed and I climbed up on it from the near side where the nightstand with the clock was.  I crawled until I found his reclining body and kept going until I’d climbed on top of him straddling his hips. I leaned forward and he met me with his mouth, his arms pulled me down to rest my weight on him, his mouth hot and urgent. I matched him in my need. I’d completed a challenge and now I wanted my reward. It seemed to be forth coming.

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 1

Brian

Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 1

“Shall I show you the bedroom?” he asked, gauging my interest in continuing our contact in a different room, and likely in a more horizontal position.

We had stayed on the couch for a little while longer kissing and touching each other. The energy was high but without the urgency of before. The music was still playing in the background but I hadn’t paid much attention. It was some sort of slow dance ballad playlist of his, probably designed for making out. I smiled at his formality.

I extracted my legs from either side of his hips, pulling down my skirt that had ridden up, and none too soon. As sexy as that position was my feet were going numb. I stood before him and dropped into a curtsey, lowering my eyes.

“As you wish, Sir,” I said with only a touch of polite sarcasm, probably inspired by the pins and needles in my feet. It gave him the consent I knew he was looking for.

“Then aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, keeping his face carefully relaxed. It didn’t work completely as I could see the barest hint of his earlier nervous concern peeking through the outward calm.

Involuntarily, my eyes darted to the discarded blindfold at the other end of the couch where he’d set it down after removing it a short time ago. I brought them consciously back to meet his gaze, also trying unsuccessfully to keep a blank face.

“I made you a promise that I intend to keep,” he said firmly.

“Yes, please,” I squeaked, feeling my eyes get big and my eyebrows rise slightly in hope.

He shifted so he sat on the edge of the couch and indicated the floor in front of him with his hand as the other reached for the folded black fabric. He turned on the light on the end table.

“Kneel here, my dear,” he ordered kindly.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, already moving to do as he asked. I sent out a quick thank you for the padded carpet as I gracefully landed on both knees. Kneeling up, rather than sitting back onto my heels, I placed my hands lightly on his knees figuring if he wanted me to put them someplace else he’d let me know.

He was watching my face intently as I stared at his hands. He’d shaken out the blindfold, which did turn out to be an over-sized black silk scarf, and was carefully refolding it on his lap. He finished shortly and was smoothing the fabric with both hands, my eyes still wide in anticipation. It wasn’t until he stopped moving that I realized I’d been pressing my fingertips into the tops of his knees. I pulled my hands away, a little embarrassed, and moved them to touch the sides of his calves.

He smoothed my hair and tucked most of it behind my ears, still watching me closely.

“Brian,” I said, dropping the honorific purposely so he knew I was even headed. “I don’t know what you have planned, and I like it that way, but I wanted you to know that I’m comfortable, and that I trust you. If I don’t like something you do I’ll speak up, okay?”

He nodded, but didn’t respond verbally. Instead he smiled and placed a single finger over my lips then unfolded his hand, turned it sideways and laid it over my eyes. My breath caught in my throat and I gripped his legs, but I kept my eyes closed. He was gently drawing the silk across my face, over my mouth, my nose, and then my eyes teasing me with it. I moaned with anticipation. There was a slow increase in pressure on my eyes as he took his time tightening the scarf and tying it behind my head. I heard more sounds and then realized they were coming from me.

“There, that’s a good girl,” he cooed, “You did really well, I’m proud of you.” In another mood I’d have found his words patronizing, but from where I was the reassurance and praise was welcome.

He lightly kissed my forehead, then over each eye, then my lips. His hands were on my breasts, still inside my bra, and he was kneading them gently. His thumbs found my nipples and he drew his nail across each one causing them to harden. He pinched them gently, then more firmly until I moaned again. He used my nipples to pull me towards him and I moved my arms to the inside of his thighs so I could get closer. My hands found his hard on and I stroked it gently through his jeans. I wondered if he’d stop me this time.

His mouth grew more urgent and his hips moved in response to my touch. Encouraged I pressed harder, finding the sensitive head of his cock and pinching it gently.

“I didn’t know I could want you this much,” his voice was rough with need and he pulled his face away but he didn’t make any move to alter my hands’ movements.

“I was going to show you the bedroom, remember?” I could hear the grin in his voice. He placed his hand over mine so I slowed my hands and eventually stopped. He pressed down hard using my hands on his cock and groaned, “And we’ll never get there if I don’t keep you focused,” he chuckled.

I smiled coyly, “Then let’s go, Sir, I’m just waiting for you.” I moved to stand up using his knees as support. I took one step back to make sure he had room to get up. 

Brian Ch 1 The Third Date Part 4

He backed towards the couch, taking me with him. He sat and then settled me on his lap, straddling his legs with my own. I felt him reach up to touch the blindfold gently over my eyes then both hands stretched towards the back intending to untie it. I lifted my hand and stopped him.

“No, please, let me keep it,” I asked.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about, love,” he said gently. “You surprised me, and I need to check in with you.” His hands hadn’t moved, and still gripped the knot at the back of my head. “What if I promised that you can have it back very soon,” he asked.

“Alright,” I said, resigned to his decision. “I’d like that.”

He deftly untied the knot and slowly I felt the silk fabric fall away from my face, my eyes still closed. It was dark when I opened them. When did he turn off the light? I blinked a few times, adjusting, and when I met his eyes I found him studying me. It was difficult to describe the look on his face, part concern, part curiosity, and all overlaid with deep desire. I smiled, my heart warmed at the sight of this beautiful man.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked. I assumed he meant why didn’t I tell him that I liked to be blindfolded, that it turned me on. My hands rested in his open palms.

“Well it’s not the kind of thing I talk about on a first date,” I answered pertly, conveniently forgetting that this was, in fact, our third. “And I’ve never had anyone ask me before. It’s always been me asking a lover to blindfold me for sex.” I paused, dropping my gaze and staring at a point on his chest. His hair was nice and dark there. I collected my thoughts as he listened quietly. “I was delighted and surprised that you wanted to. And you looked so concerned about me,” I smiled and he gave me one in return, “it seemed very important to you and so I decided to go with it and to trust you. And that’s what you wanted, right? For me to trust you,” I finished questioningly.

“Yes, of course I did. It’s only,” he paused, his hands not completely relaxed but not yet grasping my wrists, “I didn’t expect you to respond the way you did. I’ve never had someone like it so much before.” I noticed his lower lip was trapped between his teeth, a sign of meaningful thought. His eyes darted back and forth between mine, willing me to understand. “My partners have always gone along with it to please me, knowing that I liked it, but never really enjoying it so much as you did in just those few minutes.” He looked a little hurt and I could see the memories passing through his mind reflected in his face.

“You did it for me too, didn’t you, because you wanted to please me. That’s why you didn’t tell me at first.” I nodded but stayed quiet. “But also for yourself, because you wanted to feel what it was like not to have to be the one to ask.” I smiled, pleased that he’d worked that one out.

“I would have, eventually,” I told him, “when I was more comfortable. Assuming we, err, made it that far.” I blushed slightly at this. 

“I think we’re going to make it that far,” he chuckled, grinning broadly as he pulled me to him. I reveled in the nearness of him. My denim skirt was almost up around my waist and I could feel the bulge of him through my underwear. I breathed in his scent, his hands on my bottom as he kissed me fiercely. I was wet, and I could smell my own arousal, so certainly he could too. His hands moved up into my hair and he grasped the bulk of it behind my head. I groaned in pleasure. He used his leverage to pull my mouth away from his and I resisted, enjoying the taste of him too much, but he won. He searched my face with a look of earnest.

“There’s so much I want to ask you,” he stated, “about your past, your experiences, your desires, and I want to know why. I want to know how it feels for you. I need to understand you,” he finished urgently.

“Of course,” I replied gently as he relaxed his hold on my hair and dropped his hands to embrace my own. “I can’t even describe what a joy it will be to talk about it with you, and how much I want that too.” His slightly worried look was back and I wondered what was going through his mind. I touched his face and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

“But right now,” he said quietly as I was only an inch away, “It’s enough to know that you like the blindfold.”

“Yesss,” the sound escaped and my eyes closed automatically. His mouth closed over mine.

Brian Ch 1 The Third Date Part 3

I clasped my hands together behind my back, noticing that my breathing had increased. I felt so hot, so turned on by all of this. He voice was getting a little rougher and I thought he was too. He stepped close enough to me now that I could smell him. He smelled of clean, and of the faint aromas of our dinner, and deeper a musky scent of maleness touched with a bit of sweat. It was arousing, the natural smell of him.

He touched the left side of my face, cradling my chin in his hand, and I leaned into him palm. But he didn’t stay. He drew his hand down my throat, my chest, and lightly touched the tops of my breasts, his other hand rested on my hip. He moved around me, clockwise, touching me as he moved.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, “Do you feel safe?”

“Yes,” I nodded, “I do.” He was making his way from behind me coming around my left side, his hands still moving across my body, exploring.

“Sir,” he said. “Yes I do, Sir,” he repeated firmly. I got the message.

“Yes I do, Sir,” I swallowed, “I feel safe, thank you, Sir.”

He was in front of me now, his body almost touching mine. I wanted so badly to touch him, to run my hands over his chest, to draw him closer to me. He brushed my long hair off my neck then leaned down so he could kiss me there. His mouth was hot, wet, and I groaned leaning my head to the side to give him better access. His kisses trailed down my throat, then to the other side. His tongue darted across the exposed skin of the tops of my breasts. He unbuttoned the rest of my top and pushed it off my shoulders.

“Ahh,” I moaned, ”Please.” I don’t even remember forming the thought but I heard the word I had just spoken as if it came from someone else. His movements slowed, listening to me carefully. I struggled to find the words to articulate what I wanted.

“Please,” I started again. It was like he was enjoying my efforts, knowing he was distracting me with his touch.

“Please, Sir, let me touch you.” The words finally together in one sentence, I let my breath out completely. I needed to touch him, to know how he felt. I could sense him watching me. He’d left his hands on my body but he was no longer moving.

“Well,” I could hear the smirk in his voice, “since you asked so nicely, ok.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir.” I released my hands from behind my back letting my blouse fall to the ground and tentatively reached forward. He had pulled his own hands off my body but didn’t move away. I easily found his chest and placed both hands flat as if trying to touch as much of him as I could. I leaned my forehead into him, his scent stronger with the closeness, and I rested there for a few breaths.

He was patient and still, allowing me to explore his body with my hands. His chest felt firm, almost hard, and there was a little softness at his belly. My right hand moved slowly up towards his face. I could feel a roughness of stubble on the underside of his chin and followed it up the side of his cheek. My left hand found the opposite side of his face. Gently, my fingers explored his features. He must have taken his glasses off already because I didn’t find them. I did find his broad forehead, and felt the short wiry dark hair at his temples. My fingertips rested over his closed eyes, lingering for only a moment, then I continued down his nose and found his mouth slightly open.

I concluded my initial explorations by lowering my arms and wrapping them around his waist. I pressed my body to his as his arms enclosed me in an embrace. My hands settled on the firm, tight muscles of his bottom and I could feel, finally, his hard cock against my belly. I smiled to myself knowing he couldn’t see my expression because my face was buried in his chest. I knew my body was matching his, swollen, pulsing, and slippery wet.

My hands found his nipples through his shirt and I rubbed them gently feeling them tighten and harden. I located the buttons on his shirt, and after a little bit of fumbling I figured out how to undo them. I worked my way down, pulling his shirt out of his jeans so I could finish the buttons. I slid my hands over his bare chest feeling small, light hairs that I could only assume were as dark as the hair on his head. He wriggled out of his shirt and let it fall to the floor.

I was kissing his chest with more urgency now, lightly flicking my tongue over his nipple. He was indulging me, I knew, allowing me to do what felt good. As my hands found the waistband of his jeans, I turned my face up expecting his mouth on mine. Instead he grabbed my wrists, one in each hand, and stopped me.

“Not yet,” he groaned in need. “I want to talk with you first.”

Brian Ch 1 The Third Date Part 2

I wanted to ask so many questions, not the least of which was, “and then what?” I wanted to know why, I wanted to know his history, how he learned he was into blindfolds, did it turn him on? But wait, maybe he’s not into them like I am, maybe he wants to surprise me and this was his way of keeping a secret. But if I let him put a blindfold on me he’s going to figure out really quick that it did turn me on. All we’d done up until now was kissing and a little groping in the car before he dropped me off at home. This was definitely going to take things up several notches.

He was worried though, concerned about my reaction. This was important enough to him that he asked me face to face. He cared how I felt, what I thought of him and his desire. He wanted me to trust him. And he was still waiting for me to answer.

I nodded and croaked, “OK.” I cleared my throat.

“Yes,” I said, this time with more confidence, “I think I would like that,” I finished more shyly.

“Good,” he said with a quick nod.

He slid one large hand under both of mine and cradled my wrists with an open hand. His other reached out for my cheek. His eyes were warm and relaxed as he laid his hand against my face. I smiled and turned my mouth into his warm palm, closing my eyes with a sigh.

He stood up abruptly, stepped behind me, and placed a firm hand on my shoulder that I knew meant, stay. I heard him walk towards the back of the apartment where his bedroom was, even though I hadn’t yet been invited to visit his personal space.

He returned in less than a minute and stood behind the chair in which I was sitting. I felt his hands on my head touching my hair, his fingers pulling the long stray strands away from my face and tucking them behind my ears.

“I don’t want you to be afraid,” me murmured as he was petting my hair, “or worried. I’ll make sure you’re safe. And I’ll help you.”

“Now close your eyes, my love,” he said briskly. I did.

I felt a cool cloth cover my eyes. I thought that it must be silk it was so smooth, and it must be black too because the light from the candles was gone. He moved it gently to be sure it was in the right place, and then I felt the layers of fabric tighten around my head. He knotted it without fumbling and without losing any tension.

He’s done this before, I thought to myself, many times. I was impressed.

I relaxed a little tension that I didn’t know I was holding, and at the same time felt a different excitement start to build. My breath rate increased and a small moan escaped my lips. I was suddenly aware of my own arousal and I wondered if he was pleased. I hoped so.

He must have reseated himself facing me because I felt him again take both my hands in his own. He said nothing and I felt myself grow a little self-conscious. Was he staring at me? What was he doing, I wondered.

His left hand now held both my wrists. I could pull them away if I wanted to, but I think he was waiting to discover if I would let him be in control. I didn’t move my hands.

His right hand again went to my cheek and I could feel his warm breath on my face. He must be leaning in close, straddling my chair with his longer legs.

“So beautiful,” he murmured under his breath, more to himself than to me. I smiled in response knowing he was pleased.

I felt him touch the fabric of the blindfold and my breathing changed again, my mouth opened slightly. He ran his fingertips along the length of the folds across my face then back again. A single finger drew a line down my nose and touched my lips and rested there. I kissed the fleshy pad of his finger then tentatively touched it with the tip of my tongue. He responded with the slightest pressure and I knew I had his permission for more.

He groaned quietly as I opened my mouth and took his finger onto my tongue. I ran my tongue up the length and down the other side, then closed my warm mouth around his finger and sucked it gently.

I don’t think he realized that his hand had tightened around my wrists, focused as he was on my mouth.

He pulled his finger out of my mouth and drew wet lines with it on my lips. I wanted more but he wouldn’t let me have it again.

He reached his right hand behind my neck and suddenly pulled me to him, crushing his mouth over mine. His tongue probed, gently at first, but then deep and searchingly, exploring every small curve and hollow. I responded in kind, our mouths and tongues speaking for us of trust, arousal, need, and desire. I wanted to touch him, to wrap my arms around him to pull the rest of his body closer to mine. I wanted to feel every inch of him, but his left hand held my wrists firmly, turning me on even more.

Then just as suddenly he was gone. I heard him moving to my right into the living room. A few clicks and I figured out that he was putting on some music. As the opening chords began I heard what sounded like curtains being pulled. He was covering the big front picture window then, giving us privacy from the street.

“Please stand,” he said quietly, “and come with me.” He led me facing him, my left hand in his right, my right in his left, as he walked backwards toward the living room. I was grateful for my bare feet as they gave me a firmer sense of the floor beneath me. I felt the fringe of the area rug that was centered under the dining table, the cool hardness of the hardwood floor, and then the spongy softness of the wall-to-wall carpet. He stopped me in what I guessed was about the middle of the room and turned me until I faced the couch. I could hear the music coming from the speakers behind me, some sexy slow dance from the 50’s, I think maybe it was in the movie Dirty Dancing. He left me standing there, arms at my sides, and I heard a tiny creak as he sat on the couch. A click, and I guessed that he’d turned on the table lamp next to him.

Minutes passed and he said nothing. I could only assume that he was watching me. I heard nothing, but because of that I had to believe that he hadn’t moved from his seat on the couch. It made me a little nervous, and more than a bit uncomfortable. My hands seemed to need something to do. I wanted touch, sound, something, some sensation. I noticed that my hands seemed to act on their own, searching the air within a few inches, then slipping into the pockets of my denim skirt, then I touched my belly, my breasts, and with one hand on my chest I took a deep breath then attempted to relax.

“It looks like you need something for those hands to do,” he said unexpectedly, and I jumped a little. He was watching me, studying every movement. I could hear a smile in his voice. “Why don’t you unbutton your blouse,” he suggested.

I smiled back and started with the topmost button. One, two, and by the third he’d told me to stop. I knew he could see my bra now, and the tops of my full breasts. I could hear him coming toward me but he stopped at about arms length away.

“Now put them behind your back.”