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"Sit down," he said.
I took a seat on his sofa, legs crossed with my hands folded in my lap.
"It's important that I know if you have any expectations," he stated in a French accent.
"I don't know that I have any expectations. I don't know what to expect," I admitted.
"How are you feeling? Nervous?" he asked.
"No. I don't know what to expect. It's that same feeling I got before I went sky diving. I didn't get nervous until the jumper I was attached to had my feet dangling out of the plane."
"Your feet aren't dangling out of the plane yet."
"Right," I said with a smile.
"I'll be checking with you to make sure you're okay."
"Okay, that's good."
"There are two safe words: Usually orange means slow down, and red means stop all together."
"All right," I replied.
"What are you limitations?" he asked me.
"Well, like I stated before, I don't want intercourse this first time. No anal play, no oral, I just want to be eased in."
"Okay. There are rules you must follow," he said very seriously.
"First of all, you don't take initiative... ever. Never try to hide yourself from me. You must ask permission to speak. If you need to use the restroom, you must ask permission."
I'm not liking these rules, I thought to myself.
"Do not cross your legs," he said to my already right leg over left. I uncrossed my legs. "If you don't know what to do with your hands, you put them behind your head."
"I have a question. Are restraints going to be tonight?"
"Okay," I said with a smile.
"You do not say 'okay.' You say 'yes, sir.'"
I bit down on my lip... hard.
"You have something to say?" he asked.
"I've always said that someone needs to earn the right to be called 'sir'."
I am what is called a Brat.
"Earned," he repeated. I was going to pay for that, I just knew it. "Lastly, the most important rule (which, of course, I later forgot): You must ask for permission to cum."
WTF?! "How do I control that?" I asked, perplexed.
"You will learn to control yourself."
You... sneaky little Frenchman! Goddammit!
I nodded, keeping tight lipped, so as not to say 'okay.'
"You understand that if you do not follow these rules, you will be punished."
"Do you think you are following these rules right now?"
I shook my head. "No," I said with a mischievous smile. Sixx:A.M.'s "This is Gonna Hurt" came into my mind. I swear I'm not a masochist.
"Really? This is how you want to start?"
I'm still completely clothed, and I'm already in trouble. I kept my mouth shut.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Keep your hands like this," and he turned my palms facing up, putting slight pressure on them to extend my fingers. He went to the bedroom to collect my blindfold. He put it over my head, and tightened the strap. "Can you see?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied, with light still streaming in from the bottom of the mask. He tightened the strap some more, and walked away to the bedroom. When he came back, I heard straps being loosened.
"Give me your hand," he whispered. His voice was soothing, but firm. Thinking back on it, I'm surprised he wasn't commanding me. I suppose he was trying to ease me into my first time. He strapped on the restraint to my right wrist. "Give me your other hand," and I extended my left arm to him to restrain the other wrist. He took off my shoes, and wrapped another strap around each ankle. Once I had my restraints, he led me to the bedroom... by my hair, and pushed me face down onto the bed. He turned my body over, and began tying my restraints down. I adjusted my body slightly, and he asked, "can you move?" I tugged on all four restraints, and each one loosened easily. He went back and tightened each one. I felt him climb onto his bed next to me before he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Still curious," I replied with a smile.
He lifted my shirt to my bra line and began caressing my stomach, then down my thighs, up my arms, and on my face. I had no tingling sensation, in fact, my body lacked any reaction. It was as if it was just accepting his touch. After a few moments of caressing, I felt him leave the bed, and heard his footsteps go to the kitchen. I listened as the freezer door opened and ice clanked into a cup. We had discussed sensation play before I went to see him; including ice, and candle wax. I smiled a little to myself before I felt the ice placed on my belly button. Still no reaction. Even as he glided the cold along my body, I had no goose bumps.
How is my body not flinching? Why does it seem as if I'm desensitized?
He must have wondered the same, because he unbuttoned my shorts and lifted my shirt up past my breasts and placed the remaining ice under my lingerie, right atop my left nipple.
I wondered what his reaction was upon seeing my purple, lace underwear. I guess I'll never know.
He took out another piece of ice, running this one along my face, teasing my lips. It melted down and he slipped the remainder of it into my mouth. Then I felt fingers move down between my legs. Finally, my body sighed, as if to say, "warmer." He felt beneath my underwear. I was dry. It may have been my imagination, but it seemed he was frustrated that the sensation play hadn't gotten me wet.
Sorry!🙈 Demisexual means there will be no leakage unless I feel an emotional bond with you.
I felt my ankle restraints loosen, and he brought my legs together. His hands went on either side of my shorts and tugged. I lifted my butt and allowed my first layer to be removed. Then his hands went for my bikini laced underwear. I had tied it so that the bow was at the bra line in the front, between my breasts. One pull of the string and it came undone. He kept my lace underwear on, and restrained my ankles once more. Then I heard him get lube; the sound of a bottle squirting. His hands went beneath my underwear once more, and his fingers glided along my labia. My body sighing again.
He slid his fingers inside of me, and my body rose. I took in a shaky breath. It felt so good to be entered. He didn't work his fingers for very long before he pulled his hand out, but then...
A vibration. He had put something inside of me, and I felt its pulse. Then his attention was on my breasts. He teased my nipples with his fingers, and lifted them with his teeth. His bite became hard, and I made protesting noises. I tried to wriggle my right nipple out of his mouth and away from him, but he wouldn't relent.
"Ow," I finally complained aloud.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It hurts," I admitted.
"It hurts?" he repeated.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," sounding not quite so genuine.
Then I heard it. The unmistakable and powerful buzz sound of something larger than a dildo. I thought back to the first time we had discussed dom/sub interactions...
"I like to use a wand," he had said.
"A wand? What's that?" I asked, my curiosity peeked.
"It's a kind of large vibrator on a stick."
"Oh! Well that sounds interesting!" I had said.
He pressed the head against my clit, and the combined vibration of wand and whatever little device was inside of me, made for intense pleasure. He rubbed the wand up and down my vagina, along my inner thigh, down my leg, and even along the soles of my feet; which caused a small giggle to escape. He came back up my body with the wand, and allowed the vibration to titillate my nipple. I gasped.
Stimulated vagina + stimulated sensitive nipple=ultimate pleasure.
He laid himself next to me, and continued pressing the wand against my vagina, and running up my clit.
Then a hand closed around my neck.
Oh my God, YES!
He gripped my throat, and worked the wand against my clit. I shivered and welcomed everything in contact with my flesh; his hand, the wand, and the small vibrator pulsating inside my vagina. I felt as if my sense of touch was trying to greedily drink everything in.
For the second time, I felt the restraints holding my ankles loosen, and my feet pushed together. Then my underwear was being slid off. Again, I lifted myself up, and allowed the material to slide off my butt. I was quickly strapped in again, and this time had direct contact with the wand. As he pressed the device against my crotch, his teeth closed in on my nipple again. I tensed and writhed, the sensations overpowering me. I let out a cry, and pulled on my wrist restraints. I held on to the head of the bed for support as teeth engulfed my right nipple, the wand pressed against my clit, and the vibration inside me seemed to intensify. More sounds of pleasure escaped from me before a hand clamped my mouth shut. He continued working the wand between my thighs, while I struggled to breathe between his fingers, and how tense my body grew. Eventually he lifted the wand, removed his hand from my lips, and I let in a heaving breath.
"Breathe," he whispered to me. I took a deep, calming breath in through my nose, and tried to slowly let it out through my mouth. He kissed my face and asked me, "How do you feel?"
"Good," I replied in a shaky voice. "Can I ask a question?"
"What did you put inside of me?" I asked with a big smile.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes," was my throaty response.
"Then, let's keep it."
And with that, the wand returned to its spot between my legs, and his teeth bit down on my nipple. His bite became more painful, and once again I protested.
"It hurts?" he asked.
"Yes. The left nipple feels better but the right one hurts."
"Oh, this one hurts?" and he teased my right nipple.
I squirmed away, and complained, "yes."
"Oh, so then I'll focus on this one. Thanks for the tip," and he continued to lift my right nipple with his teeth.
This time I spoke without permission. "No! What did I do to merit punishment?!" I whined.
"You think this is punishment?" he teased.
"You don't know punishment," he replied with a laugh. Then he returned to my right nipple again.
"No! Orange! Orange!" Finally, he relented.
I heard the click of a button, and the vibration inside me changed; intensified.
"Do you think this is punishment?" he asked.
"Good, because if you think this is punishment, I don't know what to do for a reward."
"Did you cum?" he asked.
That stopped me. HAD I?
"Did you?" he asked again.
"I'm not sure."
"You're not sure? Do you remember the most important rule?"
Come to think of it, I do not... but given your previous question, I can take a wild guess.
"Don't cum without permission, but I don't know if I did."
"You don't know? You are too confused," he chided.
"You think I did, but I don't know," I protested.
"I think?!... Such disrespect."
I COULD NOT help the cheesy Emilia Clark grin that spread across my face upon hearing THAT statement. I knew I was going to be punished, but I reveled in the banter. I was enjoying the way he spoke to me.
He undid all four of my restraints, and sat me up. I was pulled forward and draped across his lap.
Aw fuck, my underwear's gone. And once again, 'This is Gonna Hurt.'
He brought his hand down on my bare ass over and over again. "Do you know why you're being punished?" he inquired calmly.
"Because you think I came," I retorted
Me and my big mouth.