Tie Me Up
This particular evening I was in a slump. The episode that we had tenatively planned held no appeal for me, I was restless and annoyed with my self. My kink. My strange alternate reality.
After a long dialogue of which rivited me, we had met the day before. I had flashed this boy in the building next door through his window without knowing him, or what he looked like. Only that we lived remarkably close for the chance virtual meeting of the minds we experienced, through craigslist, of course.
The adventure in store was restraint. Allow this man to tie me up for a particular donation and instill various stimuli on my body, for the purpose of exploration of sensitivity and experimentation. It was something that I had wanted for a while, and when I saw the ad, I jumped at the opportunity.
So tonite we set up the episode. And honestly, I wasn't feeling like going there. Instead, I cleaned my house. Handled some chores. Worked out. Took care of my soul.
And when I finally returned to the elounge computer place in my building to write an email, I found a few from him. Not angry, but curious as to where I was. At 10:30 pm, I finally showed my face. Virtually at least.
As I told him that I was sorry, but I didn't think I was up for it, he returned a quick email saying that it wasn't a big deal, and that hey, thats 300 he's saved. Shit, I thought. We had only talked about 100-200. If I had known he was going to be that generous, I know my ass would have been moving much sooner than it did. But it didn't. I wrote back saying that I might not be so out of it after all, and was he still up for it? He was, but wasn't feeling so generous anymore. Then I got him on the phone, and had him agree to start at a base of 100, and then work our way up from there based on how aggreeable he found the experience.
So we were set. I like the theatrical aspects of these fantasy endeavors more than anything, and thought as I looked into my closet, wondering what would suit the occasion best. On my visit the day prior, I had noticed that he was a man of formality, liked classical music, asian design inclined, and particularly detail oriented. I selected a strapless black satin knee-length dress, and then pulled out the jacket that I had bought from the Studio Theatre annual yard sale a few weeks ago. It was also satin, black on the outside and a light lime green on the inside, reversible, with intricate asian embroidery up and down the middle, next to a stack of possibly 10 hook type buttons up the front. Putting it on, I stacked my long curly hair on top of my head, put on make up to make my features more dramatic, super high heels and grabbed a little black purse to put my keys inside. Outfit complete, I make my way outside.
As I left my apartment and turned to lock the door, my cell phone rang. It was my ex boyfriend. Great.
"Hi.. whats up?" I asked, fumbling with the keys to lock the door.
"Nothing, what are you doing?"
"Um... oh, just heading out for a bit..." It was a feeble attmept at nonchalance but it was 12 30 am already, and I could tell my voice was a little strained.
A pause. "Ok..." another pause. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. Totally. Hey can I call you back another time?"
"Sure."
So I hung up. A little flustered, but again, on my way.
I walked outside and then completed the short distance between his building and mine. He had given me a number to call from the front, and as I dialed I heard a ring, and then a "hello?"
I leaned into the speaker. "Guess who."
*Beeeeeep!*
I pulled open the door and approached the stairs that we had taken last time I was there, after signing in. I looked at the security guard, who looked bored, as I put down the name dave, which I couldn't tell if it was his real name or an alias, he had given me the impression the other day that it had not mattered what name I put down... and still to this day, I never really found out his name. I wondered what she thought of me, all dressed up like this.. and I felt strangely like a girl on stage, or what a prostitute or escort must feel like when visiting a client.
Pulling open the heavy stairwell door, I carefully step by step went up the flight of steps to the 1st level, noting the dank florecent lighting as it hit the one large yellow stripe in the middle of the wall that cllimbed the steps with me. Big yellow stripe on a dull grey wall. I felt like I was in a movie. Click, click, click.. as my heels hit the concrete stair.
When I got to the top of that flight, I knew his apt was right on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath, stepped into the hallway, up to the door and knocked.
The door opened. No one there.. I walked in and saw him behind the door, holding it open.. He looked serious. Then closed the door behind me.
One of the reasons I felt comfortable doing this was that this guy was not a threatening guy. He was booky, wore glasses, was quite pale, and a little lanky. He was a guy that I imagine is always on time to work, and generally at the top of his class. Not that easily excited. He seemed to have a very specific fetish about all of this, and it was border theatrical, he had even picked out music for the occasion. I came into the sitting area and took off my jacket, and draped it on a chair, left only in my strapless dress and very high heels.
Did I want something to drink? I had smoked some pot before I left (which I always do to make things more fluid and less questioning in my mind about these things) so yes, I told him, I would like some water. He brought me some, and I sat drinking it, as he looked at me, with what I imagined was satisfaction. "So shall we?" he asked, and I said yes. We went into the bedroom.
It definately looked set up, everything was clean, the bedspreads gone, a sheet only and I came in and looked around, as I sat carefully down on the edge of the bed. He asked me to remove my dress, and I did, left only in black lace underwear and my heels. At that point, he blindfolded me, with a peice of fabric. Could I see he asked and I shook my head no. At this point he m ust have turned on the music, and I hear the beginning of starwars. Iiiinteresting, I think... but along they way, I suppose the soundtrack is decent, because it was rather complementary to the episode. Maybe some classical mixed in too...
So at that he guided me to lay down, and I felt him tie my legs to the bottom, and then my arms above my head to the bed frame with scarves. Plaid red and green ones, like you wear in the winter time, I know because I had noticed them secured in place when I first came in. Securely tied, I pulled on one of them with my arm and got loose easily, so I told him to tie it again, and he did. Comfort in knowing that I could get out? Probably, but I did think that it was kinda lame that I could.
Then his hands. Touching my body, my stomach, my legs. My breasts, my nipples. His hands were cool, a little clammy.. but not that bad, and I braced myself against the touch of a stranger. Then he pulled out some wax. Dropped in along my stomach, but it didn't really hurt. Special wax? I dont know. Down my legs. On my tits. Interesting. Then he took off my underwear and I was naked. Used his hands then the wax a little more, and then a few other things I couldn't identify. A big metal pipe? Maybe a hair brush. Sometimes I jumped, sometimes I sighed. He eventually worked his way to my pussy, fingering me, playing with me, messing with it, leaving it alone then coming back. Some of this was very good, and at some parts his hands felt rather cold. When he fingered me my hips would jerk into the air, because it was the most free part of my body. I liked the feeling of being restrained and played with. At points he put a vibrator on my clit, other times hed stop and leave my pussy completely alone. My arms did get tired of being above my head, but mostly the excitement of it was very interesting. What will happen next?
Eventually, things began to build and build. And something in the air told me he was very excited. So I wrestled my hand loose and took ahold of his dick. It was hard. Not small, not that big, a decent handful. Shy boy, I thought. This must be thrilling for him... And I started to jerk him off as he continued to do various stimuli to my body. I think at this point, I worked my way out of the blindfold too... and he fingered me as I jerked him off. Can he come on my chest? yes, I was fine with it, even though I am not a fan... More, more, more, and whoaa.. he came, and he did come on my chest, but some of it got on my neck, in my hair, and a little (euw!) on my face. Dude, I thought. I better get that whole 300.
So as usual, the adventure ended with him coming. I think he got me a paper towel to wipe off the come, and I walked over to the bathroom to wash the rest of it off. He looked like he pulled himself together and watched silently as I pulled on my clothes and gathered all my things. Then I looked at him as I was ready and said "Well?"
"Well?"
"Well, what do you think? Did you have fun?"
"Yes.. I'd say that was quite pleasurable."
"Sooo.. how did I do?"
"Oh, you did good, you almost doubled your money."
What.
"Ok... so..." I'm trying to understand how much, where is it...
"We've got to do the handshake." He's looking at me like I should understand what he's saying.
I'm confused. Not sure what he's talking about I put my hand out to shake his, and he does, with $180 in it. I take the money and raise an eyebrow at him. "Thanks." He must feel weird about paying me. I'm thinking I should have gotten more, but whatever. I am ready to bolt.
And with that I leave. Back down the grey stairwell with the yellow stripe. Back out through the slightly musty lobby with the large bored security guard. She glances at me and I smile briefly, saying.. "goodnite."
Back outside and then one building over to my safe modern red doored hall ways. Back into my apartment. Money on the counter, I go outside and smoke a cigarette on my patio. And think about what I have done. Always mixed feelings, and always a certain rush of adventure at having done it. That was interesting... I think.Then I come inside, take off my courtesan dress and return to my world. To my bed. To finally sleep.
After a long dialogue of which rivited me, we had met the day before. I had flashed this boy in the building next door through his window without knowing him, or what he looked like. Only that we lived remarkably close for the chance virtual meeting of the minds we experienced, through craigslist, of course.
The adventure in store was restraint. Allow this man to tie me up for a particular donation and instill various stimuli on my body, for the purpose of exploration of sensitivity and experimentation. It was something that I had wanted for a while, and when I saw the ad, I jumped at the opportunity.
So tonite we set up the episode. And honestly, I wasn't feeling like going there. Instead, I cleaned my house. Handled some chores. Worked out. Took care of my soul.
And when I finally returned to the elounge computer place in my building to write an email, I found a few from him. Not angry, but curious as to where I was. At 10:30 pm, I finally showed my face. Virtually at least.
As I told him that I was sorry, but I didn't think I was up for it, he returned a quick email saying that it wasn't a big deal, and that hey, thats 300 he's saved. Shit, I thought. We had only talked about 100-200. If I had known he was going to be that generous, I know my ass would have been moving much sooner than it did. But it didn't. I wrote back saying that I might not be so out of it after all, and was he still up for it? He was, but wasn't feeling so generous anymore. Then I got him on the phone, and had him agree to start at a base of 100, and then work our way up from there based on how aggreeable he found the experience.
So we were set. I like the theatrical aspects of these fantasy endeavors more than anything, and thought as I looked into my closet, wondering what would suit the occasion best. On my visit the day prior, I had noticed that he was a man of formality, liked classical music, asian design inclined, and particularly detail oriented. I selected a strapless black satin knee-length dress, and then pulled out the jacket that I had bought from the Studio Theatre annual yard sale a few weeks ago. It was also satin, black on the outside and a light lime green on the inside, reversible, with intricate asian embroidery up and down the middle, next to a stack of possibly 10 hook type buttons up the front. Putting it on, I stacked my long curly hair on top of my head, put on make up to make my features more dramatic, super high heels and grabbed a little black purse to put my keys inside. Outfit complete, I make my way outside.
As I left my apartment and turned to lock the door, my cell phone rang. It was my ex boyfriend. Great.
"Hi.. whats up?" I asked, fumbling with the keys to lock the door.
"Nothing, what are you doing?"
"Um... oh, just heading out for a bit..." It was a feeble attmept at nonchalance but it was 12 30 am already, and I could tell my voice was a little strained.
A pause. "Ok..." another pause. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah. Totally. Hey can I call you back another time?"
"Sure."
So I hung up. A little flustered, but again, on my way.
I walked outside and then completed the short distance between his building and mine. He had given me a number to call from the front, and as I dialed I heard a ring, and then a "hello?"
I leaned into the speaker. "Guess who."
*Beeeeeep!*
I pulled open the door and approached the stairs that we had taken last time I was there, after signing in. I looked at the security guard, who looked bored, as I put down the name dave, which I couldn't tell if it was his real name or an alias, he had given me the impression the other day that it had not mattered what name I put down... and still to this day, I never really found out his name. I wondered what she thought of me, all dressed up like this.. and I felt strangely like a girl on stage, or what a prostitute or escort must feel like when visiting a client.
Pulling open the heavy stairwell door, I carefully step by step went up the flight of steps to the 1st level, noting the dank florecent lighting as it hit the one large yellow stripe in the middle of the wall that cllimbed the steps with me. Big yellow stripe on a dull grey wall. I felt like I was in a movie. Click, click, click.. as my heels hit the concrete stair.
When I got to the top of that flight, I knew his apt was right on the other side of the door. I took a deep breath, stepped into the hallway, up to the door and knocked.
The door opened. No one there.. I walked in and saw him behind the door, holding it open.. He looked serious. Then closed the door behind me.
One of the reasons I felt comfortable doing this was that this guy was not a threatening guy. He was booky, wore glasses, was quite pale, and a little lanky. He was a guy that I imagine is always on time to work, and generally at the top of his class. Not that easily excited. He seemed to have a very specific fetish about all of this, and it was border theatrical, he had even picked out music for the occasion. I came into the sitting area and took off my jacket, and draped it on a chair, left only in my strapless dress and very high heels.
Did I want something to drink? I had smoked some pot before I left (which I always do to make things more fluid and less questioning in my mind about these things) so yes, I told him, I would like some water. He brought me some, and I sat drinking it, as he looked at me, with what I imagined was satisfaction. "So shall we?" he asked, and I said yes. We went into the bedroom.
It definately looked set up, everything was clean, the bedspreads gone, a sheet only and I came in and looked around, as I sat carefully down on the edge of the bed. He asked me to remove my dress, and I did, left only in black lace underwear and my heels. At that point, he blindfolded me, with a peice of fabric. Could I see he asked and I shook my head no. At this point he m ust have turned on the music, and I hear the beginning of starwars. Iiiinteresting, I think... but along they way, I suppose the soundtrack is decent, because it was rather complementary to the episode. Maybe some classical mixed in too...
So at that he guided me to lay down, and I felt him tie my legs to the bottom, and then my arms above my head to the bed frame with scarves. Plaid red and green ones, like you wear in the winter time, I know because I had noticed them secured in place when I first came in. Securely tied, I pulled on one of them with my arm and got loose easily, so I told him to tie it again, and he did. Comfort in knowing that I could get out? Probably, but I did think that it was kinda lame that I could.
Then his hands. Touching my body, my stomach, my legs. My breasts, my nipples. His hands were cool, a little clammy.. but not that bad, and I braced myself against the touch of a stranger. Then he pulled out some wax. Dropped in along my stomach, but it didn't really hurt. Special wax? I dont know. Down my legs. On my tits. Interesting. Then he took off my underwear and I was naked. Used his hands then the wax a little more, and then a few other things I couldn't identify. A big metal pipe? Maybe a hair brush. Sometimes I jumped, sometimes I sighed. He eventually worked his way to my pussy, fingering me, playing with me, messing with it, leaving it alone then coming back. Some of this was very good, and at some parts his hands felt rather cold. When he fingered me my hips would jerk into the air, because it was the most free part of my body. I liked the feeling of being restrained and played with. At points he put a vibrator on my clit, other times hed stop and leave my pussy completely alone. My arms did get tired of being above my head, but mostly the excitement of it was very interesting. What will happen next?
Eventually, things began to build and build. And something in the air told me he was very excited. So I wrestled my hand loose and took ahold of his dick. It was hard. Not small, not that big, a decent handful. Shy boy, I thought. This must be thrilling for him... And I started to jerk him off as he continued to do various stimuli to my body. I think at this point, I worked my way out of the blindfold too... and he fingered me as I jerked him off. Can he come on my chest? yes, I was fine with it, even though I am not a fan... More, more, more, and whoaa.. he came, and he did come on my chest, but some of it got on my neck, in my hair, and a little (euw!) on my face. Dude, I thought. I better get that whole 300.
So as usual, the adventure ended with him coming. I think he got me a paper towel to wipe off the come, and I walked over to the bathroom to wash the rest of it off. He looked like he pulled himself together and watched silently as I pulled on my clothes and gathered all my things. Then I looked at him as I was ready and said "Well?"
"Well?"
"Well, what do you think? Did you have fun?"
"Yes.. I'd say that was quite pleasurable."
"Sooo.. how did I do?"
"Oh, you did good, you almost doubled your money."
What.
"Ok... so..." I'm trying to understand how much, where is it...
"We've got to do the handshake." He's looking at me like I should understand what he's saying.
I'm confused. Not sure what he's talking about I put my hand out to shake his, and he does, with $180 in it. I take the money and raise an eyebrow at him. "Thanks." He must feel weird about paying me. I'm thinking I should have gotten more, but whatever. I am ready to bolt.
And with that I leave. Back down the grey stairwell with the yellow stripe. Back out through the slightly musty lobby with the large bored security guard. She glances at me and I smile briefly, saying.. "goodnite."
Back outside and then one building over to my safe modern red doored hall ways. Back into my apartment. Money on the counter, I go outside and smoke a cigarette on my patio. And think about what I have done. Always mixed feelings, and always a certain rush of adventure at having done it. That was interesting... I think.Then I come inside, take off my courtesan dress and return to my world. To my bed. To finally sleep.
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