A little foreword from her Dom:
The story you are about to read is between two consenting adults, and I would like to emphasize how important "Consent" is.
All the play that takes place is between the "Dom" and "Sub" and has preset boundaries agreed to by both.
Furthermore, it is very important to realize that to get to this level of play and depth, both the Dom and the Sub have to have a high level of trust. Months of building, learning curiously, and sensing each other have been developed on. Honesty, Communications, and useful word skills customized to fit, play, and explore respectfully.
The sub places her trust in the Dom to push HER limits, to fuel and feed into her fantasies, and he is also entrusted that he will ensure her safety as paramount, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Before, during, and very importantly in after-care of play.
Without the Sub and that earnt covenant, there is no play, just fantasy.
Dom had a plan of play in response to careful observations made over time of her fantasies, merged cunningly with his, but fluidity in how it rolls out or in the capacity to take unplanned detours for aroused opportunities or challenges that arise is the secret sauce.
Enjoy this fantastic story. I was there, and the way this very sexy story is being told is so very exciting to me.
Thank you, The Dom
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The Chair:
The orders were to "Bring your PB". (Her play-bucket stocked with toys, lube, cuffs, etc.) "Be sure to stretch", and "The front door will be unlocked."
A last-minute switch pulling a date an evening earlier to ensure cycle-free play meant a late-night visit.
He had sent a mischievous smile from his shed that afternoon, where she knew was the place of some projects of kinky fun. He'd had 3 weeks away of naughty creation in his mind and paper designs drawn.
She had a dance session on with her friends in town, but by 9.30 pm she texts (an hour earlier than he expected) saying:
"On my way" (5-minute drive)
"I'm Sweaty"
"You ready?"
"You awake?" .... Still no response ....
"Shall I go home?"
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"I'll go home."
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"Yours"
Always a tussle of teasing words and responses, and questions. We call this "The dance."
She takes her time unloading her bucket and things, as she knows he's hustling last minute, and the reason why he's not responding to text. She opens the door, kicks off her shoes, and hears the water running; he's got the bathtub filling for her. She notes he's still in the shirt he wore earlier in the arvo and delights in catching him off his planned schedule. Again.
Previous dates have been finely thought out by him in intricate detail and order, while she's struggled not being in the know of planning or expectations. All part of the submission and letting go learning for her, trusting in him, but the dance in the continued challenge is invigorating from her usual domme style.
Greeted by a grin and a kiss and a cuddle, a compliment to her dancing outfit, a casual "How you been?" She won't acknowledge that she knows he's grinning in excitement, but also caught early because he hasn't showered yet.
After an offer of a drink, "Come, I need to measure you", a phrase heard multiple times before, I need to check the fit on this or that, see if this or that creation will work. He points out a chair, fireside in the living room, to go sit on, then walks away to get his pencil.
She takes a moment to study the chair in the living room. Curious about the original design of it and how it might possibly work into his plans for her, and his previous suggestion to stretch the legs, splits, or kicks martial arts style.
Ok, it's a "I'm just gonna go with this" thought, and she sits in the chair, it's the perfect height for her short legs to touch the ground. It's wooden with square armrests. Craftsman style.
He returns with further instructions. "Put each leg out to the sides under the arm rests." She just watched a video earlier that day of mountain climbers traversing around a chair and knows this is easy peasy. No stretching needed for this. Legs are slotted through the sides, spread-eagled. He grins and simply marks the chair seat at her crotch with his pencil. Job done. She can get out of it now.
The catch up continues, she's directed to her bath, he has his shower, she perves his slappable ass as he soaps up and he goes about his bits and pieces while she chills in the bath, chitchat bath-side in between movements. He hangs up her towel for her and her robe that she'd left there previously.
Times up for soaking, he tells her. She dries up and puts on her robe and is led to the kitchen, kisses wander down her neck, and she's lifted to the familiar bench top where previous play has deliciously erupted on. A pillow is brought for her head, and the tease ensues. Lips running down her legs, a robe untied, blows and light flicks around her clit....
On her back, watching him slowly tease out what she knows is a hungry plan of a night to come, just what?
Less thought, enjoy the tongue, the tickle, the tingle, the build till a light groan emerges in the zone of yum....pause....her legs wrapped around his neck...next thing he has her up, legs still wrapped round his neck and he's carrying her to the living room, "Mind your head" under the arch...she's let down to the floor and told to go sit in the chair.
It's his chair, leather, comfy, the man-chair with the controls of the room.
She once expressed the desire to be sitting in that very chair of his, splash blanket beneath with a toy of choice while she watches him pleasure himself......tables will be turned tonight though....
"Take off your robe. Put this on"....it's a blindfold..."No cheating," he says.
She puts it on and smiles. Here comes his plan, and she's winging it, trusting, here for it...but also bites her lip in a smidgen of excitement and uncertainty. And waits.
There's shuffling heard, footsteps.
He takes her hands and tells her to stand up and follow him.
She stands up, walks slowly as he guides her forward, rotates, and walks her back. "Sit down", she's told.
He's still holding her hands. As soon as she feels her seat, she feels around with her hands, and discovers the hole in the seat and something else bulb-like within. He's laughing, she wasn't meant to discover that so soon!
The mask is allowed to be removed. Open jaw and a sense of holy fuck, this is quite the creation! And holy fuck, how is this going to roll? Wow! Ohh, boy. Deep breath.
He's coming back again with wrist restraints and rope and tells her to put each foot to each side of the chair to rest them on the side bars between the chair legs, knees wide.
"Ok, we're doing this", she sighs, the thought in nervous anticipation, yay, the feet sit comfy, back is sitting straighter than super comfy, but supported. Ankle restraints now, all tied with wrists, too, to the back of the chair.
He's off to pour himself a whiskey, he says. She watches him walk away as she's trying to assess the movement possible for her limbs and also to lean forward to inspect under the seat, all the custom mechanics going on...Too tight, she can barely glimpse what lies below.
It's a 10cm round hole in the seat, and a wand is standing vertically below, held by a custom-made wooden clamp, a cable runs to the wall to her left, just next to his chair where she was previously seated and considering her fantasy before.
Nervous breaths before he returns with his glass and an outstandingly proud and mischievous grin at her vulnerable position, the trust earnt and the fun he hopes will ensue. She has that look on her face, bring it on, but he knows below that surface is a decent dose of "WTF happens now?" Bites lip.
He explains he has a little switch on the wall to assist. He enjoys a sip and places his glass down on the side table. He's fully naked now, excitement shown clearly in his erection. He drops down in front of her to adjust the height of the wand. It's just touching her lips, already warmed up from the kitchen bench "banter"
He switches it on underneath and the vibrations begin, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm going to enjoy this," he claims, and he goes to sit down on his chair and retakes his whiskey in one hand, hard cock in the other.
She worried the wand would get too intense, as some toys can do, but she's relieved to feel the lightness of the vibe in the allowed space. Ok then, game on, let's give this a whirl. She's delighted by her view of his hard growth, and she wants to join him in this level of arousal. Less thought, less blood keeping the thoughts on full power, it's time to feel her body enjoy this.
She's able to press back her hands into the very back of the seat sides and she tilts her hips forward just a little, allowing some more pressure from the wand on her clit and circles her hips just a little to allow a light, slow grind sensation to begin. Movement allowance discovery mode, she finds she can leverage off the bar where her feet sit to run the wand bulb head stroking longer from her clit to between her lips and back again, stroking back and forwards and alternating a grind motion letting the juices to spread and making the strokes easier, more enjoyable, the whole area swelling and wanting more, her eyes watching his strokes, watching his eyes lit up and his grin. "Ohh yes, this is fun," she thinks...her eyes close as the sensation builds.
...click. He's switched it off at the wall.
Breathe out, eyes open. Why? Ohh...she understands now as he bites his own lip mid grin, an eyebrow raised, tilt of the head, "Do you want it back on?", he casually asks.
She relaxes her body and grins, knowing the game, not responding. She does not want to give away the power; she does not want to succumb to asking. She takes a deep breath, grins more. Looks to the side. Don't let him see my eyes. He'll bloody know. Regains her composure and, in her best poker face, looks at him directly, eyebrows raised, and gives an "I'm fine, how about you?" expression.
He gets up, lies down directly in front of her, he's enjoying the view, slowly stroking for her to see. Damn, your ride ready position, but damn, not giving in...
"I've got all night," he says, grinning.
He's fucking loving this. and she wants more... dammit...the words come...no they don't, I'm still in control...the tongue licks the lip, the lips get bitten, the nod slips out and finally "I think you should turn it back on.", eyes wide open, half challenge tone.....the dance continues...
He adjusts the wand height slightly higher and turns it back on.
"Yes! But hang on, did the moment pass? I'm in my head, I need to bring it back. Back to the business of body sensations, leave the thoughts behind, what do you see, what do you feel, internalize that and let your body hear it....allow that vibe back to the places, strokes, grinds, watching his excitement, this is that fantasy only holy fuck so much hotter, tied, but control, watching, knowing he's watching, enjoying, safe, free, damn this feels good."
..."I think you should bring your cock to my mouth now."
He obliges and her tongue circles his head, she leans in to take his cock inside her mouth, and it drops and she leans back, her hands are tied, this is new territory in her skills. Recognizing, he brings his hard cock back to her mouth to taste and take more wanting mouthfuls, more licks. He moves away and kisses her neck and ears. As she leans her head to the side, feeling the glorious tingles in such an erogenous zone for her.
His fingers lightly exploring her wetness and swelling, knowing how turned on she has become.
Then he reaches down and switches it off.
Groooaaan...uuugggh...errrr! Eyes stare at him in disbelief and frustration.
"I think I'll go top up my whiskey," and he saunters off.
Big breathes out, as she watches his cute butt wander off.
Brain engagement, check the restraint allowance again, how's that view under the seat? Let's see this contraption better, nope, still too tight, ohh well, what magic can we enjoy vibe off anyway? We're cool, we're not phased, poker face, solo fun anyway, close your eyes and grind this fat dildo head, bites lip, it's not the same, it's like 10% of the fun, hmm, I'm gonna chill here before he returns and get questioned THAT question.
He returns and there it is on cue, "Do you want it back on again?" one eyebrow raised, slight tilt of the head, an us knowing smile.
But something else, he's holding his phone, it's open, and he's partly focused on it. Is he going to take my photo? She'd previously laid down the boundary, only photos on her phone or camera.
"No!" she firmly expresses, deadlocked eyes, tensed up, fearful, disbelief, gutted?. Trust that's been earnt over some time now, tentatively lost in a split second.
"Ohh, no, no, no", he instantly knew the fear response meaning..."Relax, I'm changing the music".
Phew. Breathe out, relax. Solid is this trust, intact. "Okay", with a nod.
Back to that question...
"Ready to resume?"
"If you like", she nonchalantly replied.
Enough said. Let the games continue. It's already late, and we know there's more in store.
The switch, the buzz, the grind, the swivles, the strokes, the eyes shared, the hungry long cock stroking gazing, the demands for his cock in her mouth again, the fingers, the teasing, the kisses, the deep kisses, the nipples squeezed, the return to the his chair, the swell, the eyes closed, the intensity, the orgasm builds, the shaking starts to form.........it's switched off.
The deep breath out, the relaxed mode. The space, the grins, the swagger in the knowing grins, we both know this rhythm now, again " I know you want to turn this back on again, I know you want to be in my mouth" She knows, he knows, the build up, the tease, the sensations, the orgasm shudders start to come, then switched off and he walks out the door...
Blood returns to brain function, this time she can move more, she's able to inspect that gadget lower, damn that's fucking cool, ohh hang on, she finds she can wrangle her arms over the chair back, the ropes have loosened, she's ripping off the wrist restraints, rip goes the velcro, ankle ties unbuckled and she's following him to the bedroom where he's preparing for the evening's dessert, he's hungry to fill her hole, bring the splashes, feel the all the shudders, she hungry to be filled, to be fucked, to ride, to grind, to let the orgasms take over at last ... again and again and again.
Join us again next week for episode 2, "The Bench". (She's imagining, she doesn't know, she doesn't get to know. Yet. The dance continues.)
