Secrets

Can one find harmony with the mate one chooses without them knowing what really hides in the shadows of your mind?

Lust wins out Part Two

I brought her inside the house and tossed her on my bed. I was blessed in that she was everything she described herself as being to me. Though petite her legs were lucious and sexy. She wore a sexy, yet not sleezy skirt with attention getting high heel shoes; yet not such that she looked like a whore. Her struggles had partially unfastened the buttons on her white blouse. She had always told me that I would not be awed by her breast size, but one look at her tight perfect ass told me that her tits would be the tight perky mounds that a woman who keeps herself in shape would possess. She did not lie to me. I felt even more an obligation to live up to her expectations. To not waste her time as she put it.


She played the struggling victim well. She twisted on her belly on the bed while I was busy "not wasting my time". I reached up and under her skirt and pulled down her nylons and panties to her tied ankles. I unbuckled my pants and quickly discarded them. I told my wiggling captive that I was now going to untie her ankles and take my first sample. "We could do this the easy way or the hard way", I said. I requested she be nice or that I could spend some time tyng her legs to the bedpost....her call. She layed there still as I unbound her ankles. Other than some short high pitched squeels, her body eagerly accepted her....ransom. Admittingly I headed her challenge and did not waste my time.

Her body was spent as well as mine as she was quite cooperative when I uncuffed her hands and shed her of all remaining clothing. She often mentioned that once in my clutches she would like it if I talked to her like she was a slut. I admit it also arroused me when I said, "Now lay your sweet little ass on the bed and cross your wrists and ankles. We both know my mission is to fuck your slutty ass as often as possible...but lets not take any chances shall we". She remained gagged and of course could not answer, but her obedience at my command told me she did not feel we were wasting our time here.

Soon enough she was tied with soft yet effective binding ropes and promptly I shed all my clothes and crawled next to her. She lay on her side and moaned softly as I whispered in her ear, "it is now time to make sure your body is attended to". My hands were then all over her sweet curvy body. Fondling her breasts...getting quite hard again as she squeeled and lurched when I pinched and squeezed her nipples. Her legs opened up and she encouraged me when my fingers teased her private area. Now writhing in heat I slowed and told her that I was ready to fuck her again. This time most anxious to do her slow enough to make sure I explored every inch. Her ankles had been tied in a manner where I still had plenty of access as she lay helpless before me on her back. As promised, i started to fuck her slow. Both enjoying the ride and finding a path that would not hurt her when I decided to thrust harder. I concentrated this time only on her pleasure, taking time to arrouse her fully before driving her to her goal....and mine. Her body tensed and twisted in the ropes that imprisoned her as one orgasm proceded to the next one...and yet another. I decided to hold off my now well filled rocket. We still had all night.

I then hogtied her just restrictive enough to keep her from strolling from the bed. While drawing her ankles close to her wrists I told her she would be my little fucktoy for the evening and that my if she did a well enough job servicing me throughout the evening then I just might consider releasing her in the morning as I promised.

Of course, a real kidnapper I wasn't, but I greedily admit the quick look of panic in her eyes and watching her pull at the cords around her wrists sent shivers down my spine. Our adventure indeed did end in the morning with passionate kisses and not a man turned insane. Yet, in a way she will be my prisoner forever...and me hers.

Lust wins out

Months of online teasing finally met the end of it's journey when the woman of my dreams herself initiated a meeting. She was sexy and bold, where she listed her conditions to play out our fantasy. She told me that she wanted to experience the best she could what it would be like to be at the mercy of a kidnapper...with her body being the ransom. She was straightforward with her conditions. She wanted me to play it for real and that she had the right to stop it up until the first time she was gagged. She told me she wanted to do it with someone she trusted, yet at the same time posed a tremendous element of danger. A man she traded fantasies with in an internet chat box seemed to fit that requirement. She challenged me. She said, "I better not be wasting my time". I assured her that she had no worries in that regard.


So we met at a public place and felt each other out. In due time we went out to my van and away from public view. I made an excuse to go into the back of the van and in short order my hand cupped her mouth and I dragged her back there with me. I pushed her down on a mattress in the back and handcuffed her arms behind her back. I released her mouth and asked if I should continue. She shot me a glare and said, "like I said...I better not be wasting my time". I promptly gagged her and hogtied her. Once the girl next door internet tease....now a captive at her request.


I brought her to a residence that was set up for our arrival. The garage connected to the house was convenient and a relief to not have to worry about being seen carrying my catch into the house.

(part 2 next post)

That Black Dress

She continued to send me tease photos of herself to my email address. I was flattered because the fantasies I suggested online seemed to match both of our desires. We finally agreed to meet. The rules, such as they are, were set. My promise was that we were going to live out our fantasies just as we discussed them in our messenger box.


She wore that little black dress that she always bragged about. The one that guaranteed a man would turn their head. All I can say is she was not boasting. She was breathtaking. She entered the motel room and I told her to turn around so I could get the full view. She did and purred as I cuffed her arms behind her back. Oh yes, she was definately there to play as she promised, but although discussed many times...she was not prepared to be gagged so soon.

Her head shook and she struggled, but I silenced her well. I admit it that after months of online teasing that I had to have her right away. I confess that foreplay was not on my mind...it appeared she was misguided and was thinking there would be some introduction . Simply pulling her nylons and panties down her legs would have to do for foreplay right now.

I made a comment about having to take care of myself now and that I would have all evening to take care of her properly. I took care of business and I took care of it soundly and with purpose.


When finished, her perhaps thinking she was going to be released, struggled as I tied her ankles. I brought her to the bed and set her upon it. I climbed next to her and started to fondle and grope her squirming body.

I boldly exclaimed that it was now her turn to be taken care of. My fingers must have found just the right spot as now my "captive" seemed to move her body as well as the bonds allowed to encourage me. I probed her body endlessly untill it started to spasm uncontrollably. She squeeled in delight into her gag. Once quiet I released the gag and kissed her deeply.

"What comes next", she softly said. "Whatever I choose...as you insisted", I replied.

My favourite part

I'd say before the age of thirty a woman's ass can be deceiving. The youth factor can do many favours for a fine woman. That mixed with some blessed heredity. However, I will say that once a woman is over thirty, a woman's ass can tell me all I want to know about a woman.

It tells me if she takes care of herself, or whether her specialty is sitting on that ass. The one thing about a woman's ass if that if it looks like it's best use is sitting, then one can count on that ass growing even bigger as the years roll by.

What a woman places upon her ass also tells me a myriad of information. I like a woman who wears something clingy on her ass. It tells me that she is proud of her well tended ass. Her showing me every luscious curve tells me that one of her great joys in life just might be the company of an admiring man and not a bag of doriotos in front of Desperate Housewives. Yeah baby, you're over 30 and it takes work to keep that ass looking that way. I know that. I appreciate that.

I like the way that kind of woman walks. She walks like she knows that men are watching that ass as she walks by them....and she doesn't care. I like the confidence. I like the visible panty lines too. I guess I'm supposed to think that you don't know I can see them. But I know that you know exactly what I can see. I like that confidence too.

I know all about you already baby. I like what I see. Let's get to know each other more.

Play...

You get me closer to god.

Her Secret

Quiet, reserved...who would have known? So it came to be one day that the short stories she wrote of slaves and their masters were discovered by her boyfriend. He confessed his finding the writings of her passion and asked her if she would enjoy an evening existing as a character from her mind. He admitted her vivid stories put some ideas in his mind also.

So it was to be that she was ordered to enter their candlelit bedroom and he demanded her to strip to her underwear. She was told to kneel as he placed the restraints on her wrists. She voiced a shy admission to being arroused. He responded with a remark to the effect of slaves should only be seen and not heard. Then he took a scarf and gagged her.

To her delight, he was having a much easier time working into his character as opposed to her. He fastened a collar around her neck and connected a length of chain to it. He gave it a yank and asked if they should procede to chapter two. He pulled out her gag and she said, "chapter two please".

Discovery

Late night party at the man's apartment. An interest in him for quite some time. Last one to leave the party on purpose. Lust and rum punch making you bolder than usual. Another drink and a trip to the bathroom. The path to get to such is through his bedroom. Hearing him on the phone and knowing he is preoccupied. Curiosity has you searching a the drawer of the nightstand by his bed. Wondering if condoms would be in there. Smiling and hoping that he is far less shy than he leads on. A velvet box and you open it. Inside a pair of handcuffs.

A booming voice startles you so much that you lose your breath. "If you told me you like to play; it could have saved us a lot of smalltalk". He tells you to lay on the bed and that he will show you how they work. Intrigued, scared...yet full of lust. Knowing that if you show disapproval that you'll never have another chance with him.

You comply and cannot help but gasp as he draws your arms behind you. Arroused, yet scared you ask him what he is going to do. He says, "everything".

Simon says....relax

Power exchange at the airport

The other day I was at Simon's metro airport waiting to pick someone up from an arriving flight that was, of course, late. They don't let you go to the gate area anymore unless you have a ticket. So what is one supposed to do to occupy your time?

My somewhat warped mind happened to let an hour go by like ten minutes watching airport security. I enjoyed watching the power these guards had over the hopeful passengers. Snooty sexy women in tight business skirts being told to take off their shoes and suit coats. Clearly not the kind of women who are accustomed to being told what to do. However, they are very aware of the consequences of not being told what to do. Also the challenge of them doing it and keeping the "attitude" to a minimum. One false word and some she-male named Helga will be with them in a special room feeling them down until their flight is long gone.

Perhaps an intimate evening is in order with my lady via this scenario. She puts on a tight sexy business suit/skirt and I pretend I am airport security. She gives me the "do you know who I am" attitude. I take her to a special room to strip search her. ( I know...a man would not be allowed to do this; but it's Simon's airport and I make the rules )

I'd say there would be a good chance she would end up in handcuffs just to make sure we're all safe.


Oh my. Well there is nothing wrong with a little "attitude". Just be patient my dear....you'll get your wish.

Taking it slow on HNT Thursday

Myself and a curious special friend spent some time discussing how she would procede with her passions, yet feel somewhat in control until she grew to trust me completely.

I told her of my attraction to nice long belts from soft bathrobes. I love how they can be so efficient at binding...yet their presense close to the bedroom is always unthreatening. In our discussion, I suggested tying her hands in front of her in a way where it be very apparent that with minimal struggling she would be able to set herself free. She teased me and said that once her hands be tied that I may be allowed to tie her hands over her head to a bedpost.

I admit it amused me. Her talking of what she would allow me to do. But though I often say that nothing in this blog is real, in a real situation like that nothing would be done without her wishes. This I do know...the more this particular passionate woman "allowed" me to do, I know she would not regret it. I know I would give her a taste for more. I know that the day she gives me full control and trusts me completely is the day that she will feel complete. I know it's what we both want.

Messenger

Of course he was shocked when he stumbled upon the file in his girlfriend's computer. His live in girlfriend was everything he had ever dreamed of. Smart, beautiful, outgoing...but he never figured kinky.

So she left for work that morning having forgotten to log off her computer. It started as him wanting to go on the internet to check his bank account. Innocent enough...but curiosity took over. He found a file where logs of instant message conversations were stored. First he was shocked then intrigued as he read some of the conversations. They were mostly with one particular screen name revolving around bondage roleplay.

They had been going out for months and she moved in with him about five weeks ago. Oddly he was not all that much upset that she was having these erotic conversations with an internet stranger, but he was perplexed that she had not relayed her attraction to bondage sex to him.


He read some of the conversations she saved. First to get a feel for what she craved....later because it arroused him. When she got home from work he decided to come through with a tongue in cheek promise he had given her. That was for one day to have a candlelit dinner waiting for her. It's just that desert may be a bit of a surprise for her.

The mood was set. A wonderful dinner was had. A bottle of wine was well tapped into. He made a move toward her and shortly were in the bedroom.
Except this time where he would ordinarily be closing in for the kill he said, "lets play a game". The stories he read all afternoon taught him a lot. From the way her body purred...he was a good student.


So it was to be that a few weeks later she went off to work and again her computer was still logged on. He could not resist and dived into her computer to see if there were any more entries in her..."library". There was one new entry. However, all the other entries had been deleted. His heart jumped because she named the file in a way that requested him by name to open it.
The smiling busted hacker opened the file and in it read, "My love...I'm so glad you found my secret. Now you are the only skeleton allowed in my closet."