"We have a surprise for you on Saturday." That statement has been running thru my head for 3 days now since they said it. My friends know that I love to try new things, push my limits, and that I trust them totally. They also know I am like a little kid when it comes to surprises. "We have a surprise for you on Saturday." How am I supposed to sleep? I am getting my surprise in about 18 hours. All I have been told is I will get the next instruction when we get to the club. So many ideas are running thru my head. I know I will enjoy whatever it is, but what is it? The anticipation, the build up, the edge of fear but security of trust has me unable to concentrate on anything but tonight.
Saturday night...
As I enter the munch, there are more people than normal. "What is Matt doing up here?" I wonder to myself as I approach the table. He is a dear friend and a hell sadist. Maybe he has a new toy and will break it on me. What a wonderful treat and honor. Now I know I am going to have a great night. There are many new faces this week also. Hey, there are some really interesting faces. A few new men are talking over by the bar to some of the regulars including Cindy. Watching for Cindy to walk away, and get the scoop on them. Cindy has a way of getting all the important data pretty quickly. She is also a very good read on people. My attention is still going back to Matt and what wonderful new implement he has now. My friends keep asking me if I am ready for tonight. Did I get a lot of sleep? Did I put on lotion? Oh well they can take care of that? Wait, what does that mean? Fire? Oh cool I have not fire in so long. Maybe he has new flaming floggers. This will be a great night. These are the best friends a girl can have. Well, if you are a submissive masochist like I am. They are my dearest friends. Both single mothers also, with kids about the same age. We are also very different in many ways. One is an incredible switch who can give pain almost as well as she takes it and really knows me so well and still likes me. The other is the sweetest rope slut I ever met. Heart of gold, great body, and to watch her euphoria while encased in rope is intoxicating. The only thing that would make this night better is my Chrissy. She is my dearest friend in the whole world, a hell of a sub, loves play almost as much as I do, and too many miles away. She is with her Dom/Boyfriend living the happy life she deserves in a different time zone, but only 1 button push away (speed dial).
Cindy is heading to the ladies room, perfect!
"Hi. You look great. How have you been? What's the scoop on the new guys?" Comes rushing in my ears before I knew it was out of my mouth. Laughing at myself, guess I am little on edge. But think, who wouldn't be.
"2 are Dom, very nice. 1 is switch, and married but she is open to it all and here. One says he knows you thru email, but I forgot which. Come back over with me." Cindy calls over the stall tops.
I excitedly fix my hair, wondering how long that one piece was doing that funky flip thing. Shit, no wonder everyone was grinning at me funny. I thought I was just paranoid. I check my skirt, short but not too slutty. No runs yet in the thigh highs, garter straps are still straight, ankle strap on the 4" hells are tight but not killing, yet. Fluff the girls, lol. Get the right balance of cleavage, and make sure the silver chain that connects the nipple rings is draped over front of the tank top. We head back to the bar, and I am trying to see if any of the faces look familar. Of course they have spilt apart now, so I have to go find my glasses and see if I can find which guy I have been emailing. Wondering which one I would like to run into tonight. Wondering if he was coming to club and going to watch my surprise.
The whole ride down to the club my mind is racing between my surprise and the few men I have been emailing, recalling one in particular that I should really set up to meet. He really has my attention shall I say. The conversation in the car turns to the new people at to the munch. "Oh hey, one of the new guys was asking for you while you stepped out. I forgot his name, but he said he might come to the club later. Why were you hiding him? He is interesting." Came from the front seat invading my racing thoughts. "He may be at club" that is what broke thru the swirling fog of my head.
"Look we are here."
My insides flip flop. Adrenaline rushes thru me suddenly knocking me off balance for a mere second. Mental note: wear flats up all those stairs, and then put on heels.
My senses increase as we climb the stairs. The stairway to heaven. "Oh shit, now I will have that song stuck in my head all night", I giggle to myself.
"Do not cross the curtain." Is growled into my ear as we approach the top of the stairs. Matt does love to mess with me. He must have it all set up already. From the grins on many faces and the glances to the curtain, and the sudden ending of conversation, I realize everyone knows but me. This is more than flaming floggers, or one hell of a group mind fuck. I am ushered to a seat at the bar, and suddenly my favorite ice tea appears before me. Ok, someone please say something, anything. I wiggle nervously in my chair.
"She is just too cute." I hear from the side. I go to the bathroom, beet red. I stare into the mirror, telling myself I will walk back out like nothing happen and I am going to have a great night. I wished I believed myself.
As I summon my courage and exit the door, the blindfold is dropped over my face. I sit as directed on the stool. I feel a cigarette put into my hand, and an ashtray. My breathing slows, and the slow comfort of the nicotine rushes thru me. Normal conversation has resumed. I am lost in my world of darkness, fee ling every essence of the act of smoking. When was the last time I had actually "felt" smoking. I do it daily and have forgotten that rush, that warmth washing over you, that comfort. Feeling the heat enter your mouth, go down your throat, invade you lungs, the shot of nicotine rushing into your blood stream causing millions of mini electric tingles going off all over you body as the drug infused blood circulates thru your body. A flash of heat bursts between my legs. A hand on my back brings me back to reality. I take this a signal to finish. The hand is female, as I feel the nails rake thru my hair. I do not reach back to see whom the hand is attached to. Right now in my world it just doesn't matter.
The hand grasps my hair as I put the cigarette out. I am led to the curtain. I can hear the murmurs but not make out any of the words. I feel the curtain glide across me as we enter, washing me with adrenaline again. I am stopped, and the hand releases me. I feel more hands on me removing my clothing. No one is speaking. The absence of sight and sound is truly intensifying every touch. The cool air rushes over me, instantly chilling me.
I am directed to lie on the table. They have moved the room around. Had to get things out of the way for fire, make sense. I feel the fuzzy blanket I like. Wait, fuzzy blanket and fire? Fear and the realization that I have no clue what is going one set in. I was comforted with the thought I had figured out what my surprise was. I tensed wondering who was doing what to me tonight. I find it difficult to relax and get comfortable on this table. This must be new. It is like the rack. The center section supporting from your hips to your shoulders, feels padded under the blanket. The two extensions from the top are about a foot or so apart with the top of the table cut in a semi circle for better comfort. I try to find a good way to lay my arms and still be able to cross them to support my forehead. My Legs are supported separately on extensions about 6" apart. Once I settle down, I feel rope slowly being dragged across my arms and legs. All four appendages are being tied down at once. Maybe that is my surprise, multiple tops. They know how much I love that. I give over to the feeling of the ropes being slowly, seductively dragged between my legs. The pressure of the ropes, the feel of them dragging against my skin, my dark world encases me again in a swirling fog of sensations. All binding complete, I am left to settle into my rope cocoon.
The blindfold is lifted, expecting a flood of light, and happily surprised to discover the room almost pitch black. A few candles in the furthest location glow at the edges of the room. My eyes adjusting begin to recognize my friends all sitting in chairs with anticipation. My security is once again broken when a man in all black enters the curtain and glides right to me. I can only see his outline as the light is mostly behind him, and I cannot fully turn my head as he stand near my hip.
His leather-gloved hand begins to glide across my back. I look at my friends with a fearful questioning, "what the hell is happening" look. The grin I get back tells me to just relax and go with it. After all I am here, with them all around, what could happen. The hands start rubbing with more pressure, feeling me relax to their touch. He starts to glide further and further until fully massaging my ass. My legs instinctively wish to part, but are unable to move from their binding. The hands laugh a low satisfaction that I have surrendered myself to him. His hands explore down my legs, running over the ropes. Down the back, gliding back up the middle, setting my inner thighs aflame at his touch. Trying to twist to see him, my hair is taken and head is forcefully lowered back to it place. Heat flashes again between my legs as his other hand slaps my ass.
His breath is on my back as he leans over me. "Say it." He commands in a low voice.
Without thought I answer. " I am your's Sir."
"Oh, I intend to." Is growled back into my ear.
Soon after, I was lost in a whole new world of sensations. His hands touching and slapping me, the feel of the leather against me. I feel myself truly beginning to float when the flogger strikes me. The rhythmic thud lulls me into a mind space that exists on a truly different plane. The twin floggers alighting every part of my body and he orbits the table. After that it truly was a blur of strikes, caresses, thuds, and stings, everything he could think of. In the sub-space plane I was on, time had no meaning. I was nearing orgasm from the endorphins. Instantly as he began, he stopped. Anticipating what great toy he was going to retrieve, I was intrigued when I heard the clicking of metal. Was he unlatching a case? The source of the noise flashed in my head as my legs were suddenly thrown apart a rush of cool air against my wetness. So the table is moveable.
Something is draped across my arms; I lift my head to see it is a pair of gloves. The gloves small like leather, him, and me. I want to bury my face in them, but cannot reach. I am trying to wiggle my arm to move the gloves without knocking them in the floor. His bare runs up the inside of my leg, stopping just short of my wetness. My legs spread slowly wider until I fear one more inch will split me in half. There is another click, locking my legs spread wide, exposing me totally. The gentle thud of the thick acrylic cane begins on my inner thigh. From one side to the other, higher and higher until just reaching my wetness, then slowly lowering again. I lift my ass to him as best as I can move, craving to be touched. Craving the release that has been building. Who is this man? He is driving me incredibly crazy. He stands in front of me now, his crotch very close to one of my hands. The twin crops were dragging, slapping, stinging, and caressing my back and my ass. I reach out with my fingers as though stretching and graze his pants. The black denim is stretched tight across the front. As I lift my head slightly I can see he is swollen. He is enjoying this as much as I am. A wave of satisfaction hits me that I have pleased him somehow. Please whom? Who cares? He travels the length of my body to end between my legs again. I am completely open, exposing the dampness, the swelling, the darkness inside that is panting for this strangers touch. SLAP. Pain radiates thru my body from my crotch, and the bare hand contacts my wet pussy. A low laugh confirms he knows has my full attention again. One hand rests on my back, as the other begins to explore the wetness.
The darkness of the blindfold is returned to me. Once again blocking out any sight, allowing me to focus more on the other sensations. His fingers massaging my swollen clit, I begin to grind slightly against them.
"Not yet." And his hand slides across my legs as I feel him begin to circle me with the twin crops again. Allowing me to cool off slightly. I will remember this night forever. Sensations so overwhelming, you crave more and more. He knows just how to play me, when to pick up pace, when to cool me off. Do I know him already? How much have my friends helped him? The crops return to my inner thighs. Working their way up to my crotch, now beginning to gently slap my clit. Testing my limits and wants by slowly slapping harder and harder, reading my reactions. Harder and harder until I am almost bucking, lifting myself, moaning.
"Ask." He commands.
"May I cum, please Sir." I beg almost breathless.
"Louder."
"Sir, may I please cum." I ask is as loud of a voice as I can muster.
"No." he answers with an echoing SMACK of both crops at once on my ass. The pain makes me arch my back to the extreme pain, which settles itself in my crotch making me want to cum even more. I begin to whimper and struggle a bit on the ropes. As thought he was reading my mind "Ask for what you really want."
"Please take me Sir. Please fuck me." Voicing my deepest desire.
"You give yourself to me? You give yourself over in front of all these people? You wish to cum for me? For them?" he asks in a low but clear voice as he pressed himself against me, laying on my back, feeling his breath as he speaks directly into my ear.
"Yes please." Is all I can whimper out.
I decided at that moment the most glorious sound in the world was the sound of his zipper releasing its swollen prisoner. Feeling him press up against me again, this time there was no tight stretched denim in between us. Just his hard velvet cock warm against my skin.
A familiar sound invades our bubble. I can hear what sounds like and smells like fingers entering and exiting a wet pussy. "You may not cum until she does." I hear the other girl instructed. This adds to the excitement.
His hands on my back, this nails dragging across my back and his cock rubs against me. I am so wet he easy glides his head right in. I tighten around his cock as he slowly pushes further and further into me, filling me completely. With a growl he begins to slowly fuck me as he grips my hips. With his weight on my hips and the rope on me I was completely unable to move. I was utterly at his control, and it felt great. Feeling every inch of him going in and out, starting with the tip of his large head all the way to the base of his shaft pressed right up against my bones. His speed increases, slamming harder and harder into me. Unable to stop myself, I begin to cry out. Not positive any of the sounds were real words, in my head I was screaming to keep fucking me.
Whining disappointment and frustration when he began to slow and just barley move his head right at the opening.
SMACK, he slaps my ass. Not sure if it was for whining or the fun of it, I whined again. SMACK. Ouch, that one hurt, but I got the point. His fingers penetrate me next to his cock. Stretching me. I hurt so good. He removed his cock and buried his hand in me. First 3 fingers, then 4, his thumb on my clit, his free hand slapping my ass. I was going to explode. He could feel me tightening around his hand, and slowed down again. Will I ever cum? Then one wet finger begins pressing on my anus. As I begin to lift my ass to his touch, silently begging for him to enter me.
The other girl lets out a moan of pleasure as imagine her penetrations mimic mine. He is and no longer spanking my ass, but penetrating it. Feeling both of his hands entering me I respond to him, moving in time with him. Wanting his cock back in me, needing to cum so bad it hurt.
The man really can read my mind. His head begins to enter me again, his 2 fingers still inside me opening me for him. Still using his other thumb to enter me. He begins to fuck me again. I can hear the wet slapping and moaning of the other couple mimicking our actions. I wish I could see them, but then settle into my darkness, settling into the slow rhythm of his penetration and withdraw. Something colder touches my ass. Something that is cold and firm, yet still soft. It runs it is run down my crack nosing its way into my pussy next to his cock. A slim object, that with almost a silent click, I discover it is a vibrator. The tip of the vibrator just at the edge of my opening he takes a few long, deep, slow strokes, feeling the vibrations against his cock. Without breaking rhythm, he removes the hand from my ass. I swallow the disappointment whine that attempts to escape form my mouth. I hear the low hum of another vibrator approaching from behind. How many does he have? Who is helping him? Where has this man been hiding? Can I keep him? The low hum grows closer, and I feel it on my leg, running up the back, across my ass making lazy circles as it is pushed in hard against the muscles. Unable to relax any further than I am, unable to move, almost unable to control myself, I feel the vibrator go around my hip, to come to a rest wedged under me, with the large rubber ball like head directly on my clit. When he pushed himself deep into me his balls will rub against it also. A man who knows how to enjoy a vibrator, very nice.
The vibrator that was in me with him slides higher. His is cock filling me by itself again. My ass instantly craves the vibrator. I love to be double penetrated. Being so completely filled, as he fucks me he can feel the vibrations inside and out against his cock and balls. He buries the vibe deep into me; quickly recognizing it is a plug, as it pops into place. His hands free now to grab my hips and fully take his pleasure in me. I can feel the abandonment; he is no longer thinking either, just simply enveloping himself in the feeling of us, feeling the vibes, feeling my throbbing around him. Wanting to cum, but not wanting this to end either. The vibrations quicken on my clit, his weight pressed down again on my hips. Forcing my clit down harder on the vibrator, almost to the point of pain. Almost. Craving the pain, craving the release.
Seeming like an eternity later, something cold is dripping down my ass to my pussy, awareness of a slight burn dawns. That smell, that feel, mint oil. This man knows my every pleasure. The oil rubbed onto my clit burns with such pleasure I can't help but to again start crying out. My cries are answered with a guttural groan. I know he is close. Harder and harder, the sensations are overwhelming until I think I am about to pass out. My whole body begins to shake uncontrollably. My breathing so deep and slow, it is almost unnoticeable, my body shaking, I have lost any body control I was able to retain, and I feel myself begin to cum.
"Please Sir." I whisper, unsure if he even could hear me.
"Yes" he hisses back just as silently. As that he begins to unload himself into me. I feel the warmth washing thru me. Knowing I have please him, knowing my cunt was now filled with his pleasure, I allow mine to begin.
SMACK, "I meant NOW!" He begins to slap my ass over and over again, making me cry out and scream as I came harder than I ever cam before in my life. Hearing her begin to cum also our cries in unison.
Words start streaming from my mouth, "Yes" "Please" "Harder" "Thank you" as the waves flood over me over and over again. The vibrator slowed to off but not removed. He pounds a few last times, pumping every last drop deep into me.
He silently collapses laying himself on my back. I can feel our sweat mixing on my back. I can feel his deep labored breathing slowly return to normal. Mostly I can feel the energy flowing between our bodies. We lay like this. Feeling the aftershocks, the last few deep throbs, his weight on my back. I long to kiss him, to touch him. The ropes I once found glorious are now just in my way. His breathing returns to normal. I wish his shirt was off, I long to feel his skin against mine. I wish to taste him, to clean our pleasure from him. To thank him for incredible he gift he just gave me.
As he stands, I feel the ropes begin to be untied. The feeling of floating was accented by the gentle glides of the rope causing aftershock tremors to race thru me. That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt.
The other girls is still panting and regaining her breath. She whispers "thank you". The man I just gave my body and soul to replies in a low whisper. I reach for the blindfold, to see whom this man is. He just walked away. I turn my head as his leg vanishes past the curtain. Damn!
"Clean her up, I need a smoke." He calls from the other room. Huh? He is not done. I do not think I can get up to clean up right now, but I must listen. I start to push myself up wondering where I shall get the energy. From behind the blindfold is pushed back down into place. I am left in my world of darkness to enjoy, recall, and catch my breath still. I manage to turn over with my legs hanging off the edge of the table. Gently warm soft hands, lift them to the leg extensions, and begin to bind my ankles again. Then ropes are secure around my thighs. Once again I am bound open and exposed, and I just do not have the energy to care. I am flying so high on the endorphins I am barely aware what is happening to me.
"You heard the man, get her cleaned up." Comes from a few feet away. I lay back expecting a towel or maybe even a nice warm wet cloth; I was not expecting the warm wet mouth suddenly between my legs. I think this is the girl who came with me. Not sure who she is, and not really caring either, she felt so good. My clit is sore from the slapping, hitting, fucking, but she was soft and gentle. She was building the feelings again. Moaning into my cunt as she ate me. Obviously enjoying the taste of the mint, Sir's cum, and mine all were dripping out of me. The way my thighs were bound left me unable to lift my hips to her very much. As I began to wiggle under her mouth, I felt a rope across my midsection.
With the binding much drawn out for my pleasure, I was bound to the table across the ribs. A modified chest harness was used to bind my tits, and secure my back flat to the table. My arms lifted over my head and refastened. The darkness, the rope, the soft velvet lips and tongue hungrily devouring me all distracted me from the fact I was utterly exposed and bound again, and I still had no idea who this man was. I also came to acknowledge I did not care right now either.
Hands run across my chest. I know they are his. I have become attuned to his touch, his smell, and his heartbeat. I feel him come closer to my face. Slowly kissing my neck, my check, then grazing my lips. He does know how to make me want it, make me crave it. He is the Master of tease and tension like I have never seen. I begin to moan from his touch and her lips still on me. She sucks my clit into her mouth, holds it between her teeth just holding it. Feeling her hot breath, the restraint vibrating thru her. She was instructed to clean me slower, and not make me cum without getting his permission first. Knowing I was in no condition to control anything, they made her restrain from taking me too close. She was so good. She felt so soft, as her hands were on my thighs, fingers spreading my lips further than they already were. She stopped. Once again, I hear clicking, and the leg extensions were slightly bent then raised, lifting my ass off the table. This new position exposed every part of me. Something solid and cold is pressed down around my clit. The suction – cupping!
I know from past experience how large and sensitive my clit will become from cupping. One is applied to each nipple also. My nipples are already so sensitive, and I have to try cupping on them since they were pierced. The excitement grows all over again. Once all 3 are tightly secured over my clit and nipples, the hands began touching and calming me again. Her long soft fingers were massaging my anus. As the feeling under the cupping grew, she increased the depth she penetrated. As she drives her slender wet finger into me, the cane come crashing down on my tit. The shock takes my breath away and I scream. His mouth is suddenly over mine. A true sadist and gentleman, thrives on the screams, quickly followed with a kiss of pride and thanks. I was now taking this for him. The last one was mine; this one will be solely for him. He strokes my hair between hits, telling me what a good girl I am to take this for him. Informing me what pretty marks I will have from him. His words fill my head as her finger fills my ass. Both touching me right where I need it.
The cups are removed to a few comments from the audience. Her hand leaves me and I hear her walk away from me. His hands explore his handy work. I wiggle from his every touch. It has enlarged and engorged my clit to the size of a small cock. He begins to tap it lightly with the crop, slowly building up strength. Already sore from the last, how long has it been anyway? One good slap, I scream out in pain and pleasure. His lips hard against mine again. He leans over me from between my legs to kiss me. I wish to grab his hair, to hold him against me, to feel him, but I am bound tighter than before. My chest pressed against his, feeling his deep solid breathing. He was in total control. I have never been so exposed in public, and with a total stranger but I have never felt so safe in my life. Was he really a stranger? He couldn't be? Could he? His denim is straining to contain him again already. He grinds himself into me. I giggle at the thought of my wetness all over the front of his pants. He nips at my bottom lip.
My nipples felt engorged also, whishing I could see what they looked like, I kept trying to rub the blindfold off my face. SLAP across the face as the blindfold is put back in place. "May I see them please Sir?" I ask.
"No" he smugly answers. Lowering himself on me, his mouth finds first one nipple then the other. If I had not been tied down, I would have shot right off the table at his touch. This just sends him into his own world even further. The feeling of his power and possession entranced me. I settled back and willed him to please take his pleasure. As if I had much of choice right now anyway. But I did have a choice. I know one little word would stop all of this, but I refused to use that word right now. I never wanted this to end.
I do not know this man, but feel as I do. Our energy connection is as of long lost partners. He knows my every thought. He is like and old friend and lover, but new and exciting at the same time.
More clicking sounds from the table. Now what the heck is the table going to do? My arms are swung down to my side. This table is great. Where did it come from I wonder. Some more clicking and the table begins to tilt. With the position my legs are in, I am using my calves to support much of my weight like hanging from the monkey bars. I can feel his heat as he stand in front of me now, my wet swollen clit lifted into the air. His tongue tracing around it, licking up the sides. His mouth gently surrounding it, sucking it into his mouth. I open my mouth in pleasure moaning and finding his cock brushing against my lips. The blood still going to my head, his mouth exploring my pussy, I try to take his cock in my mouth. Licking the head, trying to entice him. His cock starts rubbing against my check. Teasing me, he laughs to himself. His fingers dive into me, I gasp, his cock is thrust into my mouth. He begins to pump his fingers and cock in perfect time. Then a second mouth is on my ass from behind. She did not leave, just took a break. The angle I am laying allows for full access. As he licks and bites at my inner thighs, biting down harder as I suck him deep into my mouth, swallowing as much of him as I could take. Feeling him grow and stiffen in my mouth and his fingers deep in me, I moan around him. I want to cum again already. His cock still in my mouth, he bends slightly to grasp one tit in each hand. Her fingers quickly filling the vacancy in my wet throbbing pussy as her tongue penetrates my ass. Pushing its way deeper and deeper into me. He begins to throb at the sight of this. So closely able to watch her tongue going in and out of my ass, her arms wrapped around my hips spreading my lips further apart. I can taste the sweet pre-cum forming. This makes me suck even hungrier. I wish had my hands; I want to touch him, to stroke him.
She pulls her head away as he lowers his mouth to my pussy again. Her hands run down my body causing me shivers from the electric shocks flashing everywhere. His throbbing intensifies and he fucks my mouth. Feeling like he is about to cum, I press my tongue flat against his shaft and prepare to swallow every drop from him. He withdraws his cock. She withdrawals quickly, a few click, and the table is swung the other direction. The instant rising of my head makes me spin, but not near as much as the feeling of his still throbbing cock driving into me. His mouth comes down over mine. His face is covered in my juices. I lick and kiss him hungrily. Drawling him into me as best I can. His weight shifts onto my chest, as I feel his knees lifting up to rest on the extension next to my inner thighs. Now able to thrust harder, it is only the ropes keeping him from pumping me right off the table. His mouth never leaving mine. His hands wrapping my shoulders pulling himself into me. I crave to touch him, to hold him, to run my hands on his back, on his ass. A wave of energy begins to emanate from our union. We grind harder into each other like 2 lost souls finding their mate, unable to get close enough to each other. My blindfold falls off. I expect to be punished, instead his face directly in mine.
HIM. He is smiling at me. His eyes know they own me. He is the one that I have been emailing. The one who has captured my interest has now captured my head, my body, and my soul, the heart is still cautious. Our eyes lock, we smile together, kissing again. It all makes sense now. He did know my almost every like; we have emailed and chatted about them for months. He has gotten into my head. I have been waiting for him to return to town so we could finally meet. We had started talking less and less, but he was exerting more control with each conversation, and I gave it to him freely. Just as I gave myself over to him tonight. Seeing that look in his eyes, I felt the throbbing deep inside me. With his kiss, he instructed me to cum now, to cum with him. The explosion was more than sexual orgasm. The orgasm came from somewhere deep behind the sexual act, but from his energy invading my body, washing thru me, enveloping me in it heat and safety. He laid on top me, out of breath, out of energy, full of release and pleasure.
My bindings are removed as he lays on me; I wrap my arms around him, circling him. Like I am protecting him until he regains his strength. After he lifts off of me and the remaining ropes are removed. He lifts me to my feet. Supporting me still, a blanket is wrapped around me and he carries me to the couch in the other room. It is then I begin to notice the light and the others all around us. I stay curled up leaning against him, floating in my thoughts, unable to remove the grin from my face.
I like surprises.
