Scott was a police detective. Tall, short blond hair, killer blue eyes and dimples. (Oh my, the dimples!) A lot of cops I've known have been cut from the same cloth. They have a thing about control and order. And rules. (I do like that! Well, that and the uniform. There is a reason... I'll get to it shortly.)
We met in the strangest way. Whether you believe in fate, coincidence, divine intervention, providence, all or none of the above, it would have been nearly impossible for us not to cross paths. I can't think of a way we could have avoided each other over the years. One situation after the next, we just kept meeting up again.
We took the hints the universe kept sending us. We became friends and as time went on, we found each other super easy to talk to and to confide in. We had so much in common.
Once or twice, when Scott opened up, he confessed he was feeling out of sorts because his life took detours he couldn't always control. (Yeh. I know that feeling.)
So, we'd been casually shagging each other for several months and things were developing well emotionally. The sex between us was great. It was lovely. It was super nice. But... (There was just this one thing...)
I'd never told him that I was a total submissive, sexually. (Like, totally and completely, with a pinch of spicy, full-bodied masochist.) At my age, I'd already worked out that submission was something I definitely needed sexually. I'd explored BDSM and I'd had relationships with dominants, both male and female in the past. It's something that I was always embarrassed to talk about. (I blush A LOT!) But, if I wanted this relationship to continue (and I did), I'd have to fess up.
It had occurred to me that he might like having control in the bedroom. Some of the things he said made me quietly wonder and I had picked up on several behaviors that made me think he would lean towards the dominant end of the spectrum. I was pretty sure I was right (fingers crossed) but I needed to know for sure. I'd have to ask him. And, of course, once I started fantasizing about him taking the dominant role, it was impossible to stop. I thought about it way too much. I needed a plan of some sort.
He was supposed to come by one Tuesday to help me install some new blinds in my bedroom. (This part is true. I really did need blinds. The curtain was pissing me off.) When he asked if he should bring his tools, I told him that I had some he could use. (This part is not true. I don't have any tools...sshh!)
Late morning on Tuesday, he knocked at my front door and already knew that I didn't mind if he came straight in.
"Hello?" He had just come off his shift, still dressed in his uniform. (Yummy!)
As usual, he went to the fridge to grab himself a coke, and when I called out my hiya, he followed my voice to the bedroom.
He pushed the door open slowly. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my cute little summer dress. He came in. And then, there we were.
He kissed me hello on the cheek.
"How you doing?"
"Yeh. I'm alright."
Blah blah blah... Yada, yada, yada...
"So, the blinds? Should we get started? Where are your tools?"
"Umm, they're in that drawer there. The top one."
"You keep your tools in the bedroom drawer?"
"Yes. Right next to my underwear."
"Next to your underwear? Ah, okay... I'll take a look."
Scott turned around and opened up the drawer I had indicated, took a look inside, and then smiled.
"Errrm, your tools are reeeeeally different to mine..."
"Yep. I thought they might be. What do you think of them?"
He laughed and shook his head. (Those dimples kill me!)
"I like them. A lot. Very much a lot. Like, really, a very lot."
He picked the toys up one at a time, inspected them, then put them back. Then we were quiet. Too quiet. We looked at each other. He had a strange look on him. (Damn. Have I freaked him out? Am I wrong about him?)
"What are we doing?"
"Not sure yet. But I need to be honest with you."
"About?"
"There's something... I need to know something."
"So, ask me." (Direct eye contact. Yummy.)
I got a little shy then. (I blushed.)
(In one breath...) "Well, I am a submissive. You know, sexually. Also, I'm into bondage and I sort of like pain too. And I have... umm, I had a feeling you might be the opposite, that you maybe like to be in control. You know, in the bedroom. (Breathe in!) Am I way off?"
He chuckled. "That's kind of strange. I've actually been wanting to talk to you about that exact thing. In fact, I've probably thought about it way too much. You're not off at all. I'm definitely a top. I wasn't sure you could tell. But it is something I really need sexually. So, tell me then, what do you want."
"I would like (argh!) to submit to you. Actually, I'm aching for you to take control of me. I'd like us to start including some BDSM into our relationship, slowly at first. Does that sound like something you might be interested in exploring with me?"
"I think I'd like that very much. I know I would. Definitely very much.
"Have you done anything like that before?"
"I have. Quite a bit."
"So..."
"So... We're really going to do this?"
"Yep."
"Do you trust me?"
"I do."
"Do you promise to tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything? Just say my name if you are and I'll stop."
"I promise."
"Okay then."
"Okay then."
He sat next to me on the bed.
He leaned in close to my mouth and I thought he was going to kiss me. (I really wanted him to!) Instead, he lingered for a few moments before whispering, "Why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."
I stood up in front of him, dropped the straps one at a time and began to pull the dress down. That's all I had to do because I had decided to go...
"...Commando! Love it!"
So, there I was, standing naked.
Scott stood up.
He smiled in the direction of my drawer of tools. (Fine! Not tools. Toys. Sex toys. Many dirty, dirty sex toys!)
We stood there facing each other and his hands traced my spine all the way down to my bottom and grabbed a handful of each butt cheek.
He buried his face in my neck, smelling me, my shoulder, and then further down my throat, between my breasts, and back up to my mouth, where he lingered again, breathing me in, looking at my lips, moving closer then pulling slightly away. He lunged in and caught my lips with his. He kissed deeply as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his erection through his trousers as our lips and tongues explored each other. I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on to a chair.
He held my gaze while one hand moved down my belly and then pushed between my legs. One finger slid inside me for just the quickest moment. Next thing I knew, Scott was raising his finger to my lips. I could taste myself. He came close and kissed me gently.
This was when he kind of growled (a deep gutteral sound?) and then, I saw something. An expression on his face that I'd seen before on other partners of mine, but not yet on him. (He was definitely in Dom mode.)
He began to play with my hair, which I was wearing naturally loose for a change. Very long, dark, thick and wavy. Burying his nose in it and breathing it in.
"God, your hair is amazing! Did you know you smell like candy? Mmmm... Now, come with me."
Scott positioned me in front of the full-length mirror. I looked at my naked self. Scott, substantially taller than me, (massively built and shirtless!) stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He smiled and those dimples made me smile back. He put his arms around my waist and buried himself in my hair. He kissed my neck as his hands moved up to feel my breasts. He fiddled with my nipples for a little while, making them hurt just enough. One hand moved down between my legs. His finger found my clit and he started stroking it gently. I was enjoying the feeling (and enjoying the watching) when I saw his other hand wander down to the same place. But this time, his hand searched for my opening. As he continued to stroke my clit, his fingers pushed into me. (He has big hands!) I watched us in the mirror but was losing concentration. I saw what was happening but I was distracted by the touching.
While I was busy enjoying myself, and watching our reflection a little less, Scott stopped touching me (pout) and reached one hand behind him. I watched as he raised his hand slowly so that I could see in the mirror what he was holding; a long black scarf. (Wait!)
I started paying closer attention to what he was doing (he was watching my reaction) because that black scarf had not come from my drawer. It didn't belong to me. How did it now appear in my bedroom? (Confusion!) I was about to ask when Scott, obviously reading my expression said, "Yeh, it's mine. I put it in my pocket before I came over today." (Sneaky!)
I saw those dimples again as a sly smile came to his lips.
He took his scarf, lifted it over my head and placed it over my eyes. I felt it tighten. A moment later, I was well blindfolded and Scott was cuffing my wrists behind my back (With his police issue handcuffs! Where was he hiding those?) and helping me to my knees.
I heard the buckle of his belt come undone and his trousers fall down.
My mouth searched for his dick in a blind frenzy. All I wanted was to have him fill my mouth with his cock. I sucked and sought and licked and lost. He kept pulling it away and I kept searching for it. I begged him to let me touch it with my hands. He said no. Instead, he grabbed hold of the hair at the back of my head and began fucking my throat, while I tried not to gag on him. He paused. I pouted.
"Hey. I thought you said you wanted me to install those blinds today? That's not true, is it?"
"Umm... Not exactly."
"Well then, I'll tell you what. I might install you there instead." (What did THAT mean?)
I heard him fiddling near the windows. In no time at all, I was roped up and tied, attached to the curtain rod, back towards the window, each arm tied above me. (Yep. Installed.)
He teased me for a long while, running his hands over my body. Every now and then, he'd bite me somewhere unexpected. He played with my nipples and I felt a little shock of pain as he used clothing pegs to clamp each of them. He flicked them before using his tongue. It was all soooo good! Then I heard him step back.
"Listen to me. I want you to open your eyes. Are they open under there?" (Hmmmm...? Okay then...)
"Yes."
"Good. Tell me, what can you see." (?!)
"I can't see anything. Nothing. Darkness." (I'm blind...)
"I want you to remember that the reason you can't see anything is because I chose to make it so. You belong to me now. Your body, is mine. Your cunt, is mine. Your eyes, are mine. I quite like the fact that I've taken them from you. I like you blind."
"You don't mind though, do you." (My stomach flip-flopped!)
That last bit was not a question. It was a statement of fact. Shit! It was kind of trippy knowing that he could read me that well already. Somehow, it just made me feel more vulnerable.
"You need it, don't you? Like, actually need, not want."
"Yes. I do."
Scott's hands moved over me. He began kissing my body, then systematically worked his way down. When he got to my belly, his tongue made an appearance. He tongued my button which was lovely. His mouth worked its way south kissing or biting every part of me.
"Mmmm. Candy..."
His hands pushed my legs apart. His fingers were everywhere. Rubbing, stroking, pushing. He was quickly bringing me to climax, but his fingers were pressing up against that spot. (You know, THAT spot.) I didn't have time to warn him. The next thing we knew, sploosh, all over Scott.
"Whoa! Did you just...? I didn't think that was a real thing!"
(More blushing.) "Yeh, it's definitely a real thing. Sorry!"
"Not at all. Don't apologise. It was amazing."
He buried his face between my legs, tonguing my everything that should be tongued.
*... Now, here is where things get a little muddled...*
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(Still blindfolded, in case you were wondering.) He'd been cooking something that smelled amazing. He told me he wanted to feed me dinner. Okay... Seemed pretty harmless really until he tied my ankles to the chair legs, pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists there. He sat down next to me and proceeded to feed me risotto. Literally. It was a completely new feeling. Kind of erotic, I guess. I know I didn't eat very much but I didn't seem to have an appetite anymore. (Well, an appetite for food anyway.) When he had finished eating, he began stroking my cunt. He fingered me slowly at first, picking up speed and forcefulness as he went along. I remember feeling like... Yep, I was cumming, but he continued finger banging me, and I continued to orgasm. (Yes. I can have multiple orgasms. I'm VERY lucky.) He was relentless. I realise now that he was out to make me sploosh again, on purpose this time. It worked.
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I was placed over Scott's lap. He was using Mr. Spikey (I believe it's called a pin wheel of some sort) and spanking my bottom whenever I flinched.
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"Don't do that. I've already told you, don't touch your blindfold. And why are you squirming? I told you to stay still. You're not listening. Follow the rules or there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes. But..."
"No but! And stop wriggling! What are you trying to do?"
"I'm sorry! I can't help it! I can't take anymore! And I really just want to look into your eyes. Please, can you just take off the blindfold?"
"Hmmmm... no. I don't think so."
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I heard the lighter and could smell the candle being lit. He was soon dropping the wax on to me. He started at my belly, one drop here, one drop there. (I moaned - Hey! my masochist woke up!) I stretched delightedly into the pain. My nipples were next. I jumped a little as each drop fell onto them. They were still sensitive from those pegs he had pulled off my nipples earlier. He rolled me over and dropped wax randomly over my back and legs. (More moaning!) I felt the wax cool and harden as I stretched. (Turns out, the drops weren't random at all. He made a love heart on my back and took a photo for me. Cute!)
The cold blade of a knife began to scrape off the wax. I stayed still. So still. Even so, the sensation was overwhelming. My brain was all over the place. I didn't think I could bear the teasing any longer. All I wanted was for him to fucking fuck me already. But he didn't.
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Back at the curtain rod, facing the window this time. Scott discovered something he liked hidden right at the back of the underwear drawer. My nice flogger. Not too heavy, not too light, the softest suede. (Usually I'm a vegetarian. Hypocrisy. I know...)
He went easy at first, testing my response. It didn't actually hurt. That flogger gives a very pleasurable thud right in the middle of your being. I don't drift off into subspace frequently, but the flogger is the one thing I know will send me there every time. (Do I really need blinds after all? Maybe I could keep the curtain rod?)
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Scott sounded annoyed for just a moment.
"Actually, I think I've come up with the perfect punishment for you. You keep trying to get rid of your blindfold so I think I might just keep you blind from now until I leave. That blindfold is going to stay on the entire time I'm here. An hour, tomorrow, Thursday... Over the weekend. However long I stay."
I was kind of frustrated at that. I was also wet. (Hey, I like bossy. What can you do?) So I focused on what I was feeling. When I sorted my emotions out, I realized what I truly felt was acceptance of my total loss of control. In that moment, I'd given it up to him. I really felt like I was his.
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Alone. Alone on the bed. I can't move. I can't see. I feel like I've been here forever. Alone. I can hear the TV in the other room. Punishment. Boo. (I think I fell asleep.)
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I was tied to the bed. Blindfolded. Gagged. And he was on top of me, fucking me so gently I wanted to scream.
"I really like you like this. You look so beautiful. I just want to live in this moment with you." (Okay, it was kind of romantic.)
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(Where the hell was he!?! I'll just...)
"I told you not to touch your blindfold."
(Shit!) "I'm sorry."
"Give me your hands." He proceeded to cuff them behind my back.
"I'm sorry," I said again.
"Not good enough."
He put me in the corner. I still had the vibrator inside me.
I came. I couldn't help it. (Bollocks!)
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We were surrounded by bubbles as I sat between his legs, resting my head against his chest. We just talked as he held onto me. Intimacy. Best bath ever!
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He was fucking me with one of my bigger vibrators. (Yes, I have many.) I felt him push it in to me as far as it would go. He turned the setting up. Then he made me put on panties. He led me out the bedroom and into the dining area. (What is going on?!)
He held me, came close to my ear, and in his growly voice, said "I want you to come and find me. When you do, I'll make you cum. Don't cum before then. Don't fiddle with your blindfold, and don't push out the vibrator."
Then he began turning me around, as if we were playing a game. (Which I guess we were.) He spun me a few times and then I felt his hands leave my shoulders. And he was gone. (Bugger.)
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I heard the buzzing of the vibrator before I felt it. And when I did feel it, it was at the opening of my cunt. Scott moved it this way and that, but he wouldn't actually put it inside me. (Aarrgh!) I tried wriggling towards it and lifting my hips. No luck. I was moaning through my gag. The noises I made were completely involuntary. Gag or no gag, I thought about begging him to fuck me please, but my brain and my mouth didn't seem to be connected anyway.
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He held me as we fell asleep, completely worn out. (Yeh... still blindfolded... At least I knew he was consistent and could keep his word!)
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*So, things turned out better than I could have possibly hoped. Woot!*
