“Wow! Now THAT is what I call kinky! Yeah, I’m well up for that!†I paused for a moment, Oh sod it, in a for a penny, in for a pound! So, I hit the ‘send’ button! There the message had gone, couldn’t turn back now. A few minutes later I received yet another text in reply, to this, what had actually been a reply itself. “See you Saturday then! About one o’clock!†Thankfully I knew that my new boyfriend meant in the afternoon, not during the middle of the night! But for what he was offering, I would have willingly turned up at that other time!
I’d first met Alan a few weeks earlier, when he’d come into the shop where I worked, and I was able to help him to a large degree, earning myself a large smile in return. And then on the very next day, he came in again and asked if I’d be happy to join him for a drink. He’s a good-looking guy, sexy even, and I told myself, why not? One date became two and after that second drink together, it was back to my flat, where almost inevitably we ended up in my bed, as, to my delight he proved himself to be very sexually skilled. A good time was had by all, so it was! But my ultimate sexual fantasy didn’t occur on that particular coupling, I’ve always dreamed of being securely tied, or cuffed, to a bed by a male sexual partner, where they would proceed to shag me utterly senseless, again and again, until I have to beg him for mercy and for him to stop. I’d carried this dream within my head for quite a few years by now, never really believing that it would ever come to pass.
And despite the short time that I’d known this man, I began to feel that I could trust him, and that he’d not only respond to such a request, but, although giving me a very torrid time in his hands and power, also be very mindful of my welfare and safety at the same time, exposing me to no real danger at all, but simply giving me an unforgettable ‘sexperience.’
Therefore, I couldn’t believe my luck when he sent me a text on the next day, asking me if I had any sexual desires or fantasies. And I’d replied, letting him know of my dream. He then counter-replied simply saying, “I’m sure I can help there! I’ll let you know!â€
And he didn’t let me down, oh no sir! His suggestion was exactly what I’d wished for! Before he sent his text, he’d sent me a snap photo, of a large luxury bed, covered in red satin, with each of the four solid corner bed posts sporting a pair of red leather cuff sets. One cuff of each set wrapped around its respective bed post, and at the other end of the short chain linking each of the two pairs, said cuff was, using his words, ‘open and ready to receive my wrists and ankles.’ In the centre of the bed were some more items, also in red. By the way, he did explain his obsession with that particular hue, it was all to do with him being a big football fan, and his favourite team, Liverpool, who apparently play the game wearing said colour, but come on, what did I care for that? These items would have made my pussy wet, whatever shade they were in, a satin suspender belt, VERY sheer nylon stockings to match, a satin blindfold, and a very effective looking ball gag. Basically, his following texts informed me that if I reported to his home on Saturday afternoon, I’d end up chained to this bed, with all the gear being shown fitted to my form! Was I up for it? You’ve already seen my reply!
Wet? You could have floated the Titanic within my pussy at that moment in time!
Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough and believe me the two days of work before said day finally arrived seemed like two full years! But eventually, ‘D Day,’ arrived!
Within all of the excitement he had remembered to supply me with his address, and not wanting to appear too keen, I waited until just a few minutes before the allotted time before opening his front garden gate, lovely, detached house he’s got here, I thought, as I proceeded down the path towards the front door. Which opened, as if by magic!
When I entered, there was no sign of Alan, but there was a chair present, with a large letter upon it, with my name, Sophia, written at the top. It was a note, the contents of which just seemed so exciting and quite masterful.
Don’t look for me now, I am in the house, but I’m hiding from you. Now I believe things will be more fun, and intriguing if you do the following my love. Please go upstairs, and before entering my bedroom, please go to the bathroom first, I’ve left the doors to both rooms open so you should be able to locate them. We don’t want any toilet breaks disturbing things, now do we, so please try to empty your body as much as you can first. Strip yourself utterly naked, leaving your clothes in said room, and have a quick wash, if you wish to. Flannel and towel are left out for you. Then go to our ‘room of pleasure’ put on the suspender belt and stockings, and also the gag and blindfold although it’s probably best not to cover your eyes at first. Now, starting at the foot end, fit the cuffs of the sets fitted to the lower frame bed posts, around your ankles. Feel free to utilise the little padlocks provided to lock the buckles totally shut once you’ve closed them! Now, when you enter the room, you’ll notice that one of the cuff sets isn’t around the bed post yet. Believe me, Sweetheart there’s a good reason for that, one that will become clear later. Fasten one of the cuffs of that set around your left wrist, and padlock said buckle shut. But here’s the point you will be able to use that hand to help you wrap your other wrist, your right, with the cuff of the set that is fastened to the opposite bed post. Padlock that buckle shut then. Three out of four, at his stage. Now blind yourself, stretch out the arm, with the cuff fitted but not yet attached to the bed, and call out to me. Now I will enter the room myself, and complete your capture, and then the raw sex between us can begin!
Love you.
Alan
All of this made total sense to me, so off up the stairs I went, carrying out these ‘orders’ to the letter. Thinking to myself, good lord that all seems a bit to organised to have come from a normal male, it almost seems to have come from a female hand and mind. Perhaps I should have paid a little more attention to just what my ‘inner voice’ was telling me, but no, I’d soon followed these instructions, and was now effectively captured, even with one arm free, I could no longer escape from what I thought was Alan’s bed. When I now called out to him, as directed.
I couldn’t see him, of course, but I felt him enter the room, proceed straight to that fourth bed post, and with seconds my complete imprisonment to this bed was confirmed, he’d fastened that open cuff to the bedpost. So now I was completely chained to the bed, I was totally held by it and would remain so until he only said so. Because not only did I now belong to the bed, I also belonged to him! Guess just how wet my pussy was at this moment?
But, within seconds I would discover that I’d only got that summary of my present position half right. Oh, yes, I was utterly secured to the bed alright, there was NO escape available to me. But, as the thought entered my head, that the body that climbed aboard it, and knelt down between my legs, felt like that of a woman and not a man, then a clearly female voice echoed around the room. “Welcome to my bed, Sophia, delighted to meet you at last. And make NO mistake, you look absolutely delicious, really sexy! Ready for me to devour!â€
WHAT THE FUCK? Gagged I couldn’t ask the question that dominated my senses, who was she and what the hell was going on, but this woman had clearly guessed what was on my mind, I mean, come on, wasn’t it obvious? As I couldn’t speak, so she continued. “You know, they say, that every day we humans learn something new. Well, I’m not so sure about that, but today it is clear that you have found out two new facts. Firstly that, the person I guess that you believed to be your boyfriend, Mr Alan Winterfield, is in fact married. And that, just as I planned, hoped for and engineered, a plan that you fell for ‘hook, line and sinker,’ you now find yourself,†pausing during which I felt the tip of the ‘strap-on’ that she clearly had fitted over her own pussy brush against my equivalent,