Sunday Afternoon Pt. 2

His ultimatum had my mind racing. He was rude, with traces of expectation. But I felt that if I walked out of that door, I would miss one hell of a good time. Thank God I shaved, I thought as I pulled my peasant top over my head. I was also thankful that I used minimal make-up, as it had better chances of staying in place. I couldn't hear his footsteps yet; I wanted to be ready and waiting for him "when he returned." I slid my jeans down my well-moisturized legs. I made sure that whatever happened today, I would look and smell amazing. There I sat on his semi-clean couch in my black bra and black cheeky hipsters and waited.

I heard the door open and my heart nearly jumped out from my chest. His hazel eyes fell on me as he walked in. I could see approval and relief on his face.

"So, you decided to stay and play?" I nervously looked at my hands in my lap.

"Well, I didn't want to have come here for nothing," I said softly. I had no idea how much time had gone by, but it felt like an eternity.

"Let's get started," he said, and summoned me to the bedroom. I felt my nervousness overtake me. I haven't been half-naked in front of a man in a long time. When I checked myself out before I left, I thought I was okay. Now, all I could think was that I looked terrible.

His bedroom was a bit neater looking. A queen-sized bed sat in the middle of the floor, made up as if he hadn't slept in it. A single lamp in the corner gave off a soft, amber glow. There was another television in an entertainment center, but it was off. To the side of the bed was a wooden chair.

"Have you ever been tied up," he asked me, with no expression on his face, as usual.

"I-I thought you were going to spank me?" I didn't expect the change in plans... I worked up the nerve to come here for a spanking. What was he talking about now? He opened the middle drawer in a tall dresser and took out rope.

"Oh, we will be doing that," he said in the sexiest voice I ever heard. I looked him in the eyes; his stare was intoxicating, but I'm not really attracted to him...

"This will be a prelude of sorts." I saw his eyes move down to my breasts. I admit that I was blessed with an ample bosom, and I know that my black push-up was definitely showing the girls off. He took my hand and led me to the chair to sit down.

"Take your bra off," he commanded. My eyes grew wide. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, pulled the straps down my shoulders, and tossed it on the floor.

He put the first rope on the bed, then retrieved a slimmer, shorter rope from his drawer of tricks, along with... a blindfold? He walked over to me.

"I'm just going to put this on you. Let me know if it's too tight," he said. I nodded as he gently placed the blindfold on my eyes and tied it in a knot at the back of my head. The room went dark. I felt panicked, but turned on at the same time. He removed one of my senses so easily.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yes." I had to rely on my ears to figure out what he was doing. It wasn't hard; he put both of my arms behind my back and tied them together at the wrists. As he was tightening the knot, the cheap bracelet I was wearing broke and fell off.

"I'll get that," he said, and I heard him reach down to pick it up. Without being able to see, it was both exciting and nerve-wracking to try and guess his next move.

He stood in front of me and wrapped the rope around my torso beneath my naked breasts. I've never been tied up before, and this felt really good. The rope went up around my neck, but not too tightly. Then he wrapped it above my breasts. Just the feeling of the rough cords around my body sent a shockwave down to my center. This was so good... I felt him behind me knotting the rope against the chair. He pulled it tight, pushing my tits out. I can only imagine what I look like... hopefully hot. He didn't speak as he was binding me up, but his breaths sounded like he was enjoying the deed.

He stepped away and I strained my ears to hear. It sounded like he was rummaging around in his drawer again... what was he getting now? The next thing I knew, he was beside me. I felt him pinch my nipples, or he put some kind of clamps on them. I winced at the pain, but suddenly, I felt his lips on mine as he kissed me. He sucked on my lower lip and then pulled away. That was the hottest thing, ever! The clamps on my nipples almost felt good after that. This was definitely an experience I never had before. I heard a low buzzing coming close to me. I perked my head up. I knew at this point that he wasn't going to hurt me too much, but without sight, there was still a fear of the unknown. He knew that.

The buzz was coming closer. I felt his warm hand push my thighs apart. I frantically prayed that I still smelled good down there. Then I felt an object being rubbed against my pussy through my panties. Oh my God... it must be a vibrator! I felt it pulsating as he moved it up and down. Oh shit! This felt so good. The fact that I had no control over what was going on was so damn sexy. My mouth opened and a soft moan escaped. The vibrator found my clit and remained pressed against it as the vibrations went through me. Mmmm... I heard his ragged breathing as he ran that vibrator up and down. My panties were damp as hell. I felt him smack the clamps attached to my nipples, which sent jolts of pleasure to every part of my being. Wow... I didn't know bondage could feel like this!

I was continuously moaning now; I couldn't help myself. I wanted to feel more, so I planted my feet on the floor and started grinding myself against the vibrator. I was getting hornier picturing how this looked to him. Everything felt so exquisite: the nipple clamps, the ropes around my breasts, my wrists tied behind me, the vibrator. I felt myself getting closer to an epic orgasm as I rubbed myself harder against that vibrator. All of a sudden, he pulled it away and turned it off. Playtime was over. I sat still... what the fuck?

"Oh no, darlin'," he said teasingly as he pulled the clamps off gently. "I'm not letting you finish like that." My mouth opened but no words came out. I could smell myself in the room as my rapid heart beat slowed. How the hell did he want me to finish?

"It seems that we will need to have another session," he remarked. As he loosened the binds around my chest and my wrists, his breathing calmed down as well. I just wondered how he was able to do all of that stuff to me and not do anything to himself. Finally, he removed the blindfold. It was so weird to be able to see again. He was still in his T-shirt and khakis; he didn't look any different. Meanwhile, I know that I looked rough sitting there in my panties. We looked at each other for a moment.

"Well I'm going to get something to eat and then play video games," he told me. I just looked at him. That didn't sound like an invitation for me to stay... he pretty much told me his plans for the rest of the day that didn't include me. How did he go from that to this?

"I guess I'll get my clothes then," I said, and got up. I walked back to the living room, found my clothes, and threw them on quickly. I was so confused; he wasn't affectionate during the session, but what was that kiss about? He entered the room as I was putting my shoes on.

"Did you enjoy yourself," he asked, smirking, as he opened a can of beer and took a swig. "It seemed like you did."

I felt my face get hot. "Yes, it was different," I said as I grabbed my purse. "Um, thank you..." He went to open the door. I guess this was him showing me out.

"Not bad for an old guy, huh?" Our eyes met. I was speechless, so I just left. He closed his apartment door as I climbed up the steps to the main door.

It was late afternoon. The sun was still shining as I got in my car. I was going through the events of the day in my mind as I drove off. Definitely interesting and hot. My wrists still burned from the rope. He mentioned another session... I wonder when that will be.