My first kiss with Amber [MF]

A few years ago I had a friend suggest to me that I get out of my normal social circles and date people outside my league. I thought she was full of crap but I gave it a try and made some new friends outside my normal group. When I was in the fire academy, some people were idiot savants with rope – I was just an idiot. I can barely tie my shoes on a daily basis and I had a really rough time getting all my knots figured out. There are six I was required to know by state law and I had figured out maybe two of them.

That’s when Lisa offered to help me. I didn’t know this but Lisa is totally into rope. Like…..sexually. With her help I got all the state knots figured out and then some. She taught me how to tie up women and little did I know, WOMEN APPARENTLY LIKE THIS SORT OF THING! Like our mutual friend Amber. It’s been a few years since I started talking to Amber and I have been too shy to say anything other than hey and sup but recently things changed a bit. She’s always laughed at my jokes even though I didn’t think they were too funny she’s said over and over that she thinks I’m cute and I smile and think she’s being nice.

Well, she broke up with her boyfriend of almost a year a few months ago and took it badly but is getting over it. She’s bi and on okcupid and bumble and she swiped on me and we started talking more. She talked about the girls she’s meeting on bumble and tinder and how it’s not going well and I talked about the girls I’m not meeting anywhere and how it’s not going well.

Then one day a few days before christmas ago I had just gotten home from work after feeling like crap. I thought I threw my back out lifting something in a way I shouldn’t have or doing something stupid like going to the gym. You know what sucks about hitting the gym? The gym hits back. After crippling pain I realize this is not a drill – my back has not gone out. This feels like I’m pissing an exacto knife blade. I’m tempted to call 911 but there’s a tradition in fire – if you have to call in your own colleagues, you owe that shift ice cream. Well goddamnit I love ice cream and I’ll be damned if I’m buying the fuckups on B shift mint chocolate chip! I go to the ER and after what seems like a 4.5 hour wait, they think that I have a kidney stone so they give me some medication and a little strainer to pee through. I fill the scrip at the pharmacy next to the hospital and the doctor gave me something called oxycontin because I told him that when I had my wisdom teeth removed lortabs and vicodin didn’t cut it and he’s a pretty cool dude. I have heard about it but never taken it. I took two on the way out of the pharmacy. On the way home I realized that I say hi to Lisa and drop off her christmas present and I don’t remember what happened but both Lisa and Amber said that I was cute and funny on drugs. I think she asked me a few things that I normally would not answer truthfully and got a few ideas. After christmas we were hanging out at a friends house and I started playing with her hair. Which led to me gently caressing her neck and other parts of her body. I’ll leave that to your imagination. We talked a bunch and got to know each other better but it just didn’t feel right to kiss or do anything other than hug even though I joked around with her and told her I can lick my eyebrow. She laughed and said that she wanted a kiss someday. I told her it would be on my terms and left it a little mysterious.

A few nights ago I decided to be coy. Sent her a message before bedtime. Mutual friends had visited me at work when it was a slow part of the day to say hi and invite me to a NYE party at their house. That’s when they told me Amber was coming back home from visiting family for NYE.

So I texted her I heard she’d be back tomorrow and I told her that I got a few ideas that were a little more advanced than kissing and copping a feel during a movie on the couch and that I still owe her a kiss that I’m still trying to finalize the details on.

I asked her how bad she wanted me and she had some coy answers. Coy meets coy = sexual tension. I decided I was gonna cut this tension with a machete. I told her BLUF, bottom line up front…

Watching one of my dominant friends hanging out with her just push her around made something click in my head that it was okay to actually use her exclusively the way I see fit.

Now, I err to the side of caution because I would rather tread lightly than go in headfirst and trigger something unpleasant from the past. If given a choice between move fast and break stuff vs slow and methodical, I suggest S&M. See what I did there? We discussed limits and I understood all of them as I asked her what she likes the most and made some mental notes.

I thought back to every conversation we’ve had amongst friends, her turn ons, turn offs, and OMG SPLOOSH moments and mentally made a list thinking that one day if things didn’t work out with her then boyfriend it might pay off. That’s when I decided to go for it. In my repertoire, there were three very specific things I wanted to do to her that I had a hunch that she would enjoy very much.

I will not spill the beans on what precisely I had in mind but I will tell y’all that planning and putting together a few ideas took a good bit of effort but I think it was well worth it, Preparation, intel, knowing what she liked and what she didn’t all has to come together as a viscous amalgam. I told her that I wanted her to go to sleep thinking about me doing X and Y and Z she’d have to find out for herself. I smiled as I thought that giving her a little taste of what I had planned out would be the ultimate mindfuck because she’d never believe any of these ideas would come from me. After all, like Meatloaf said – two outta three ain’t bad.

She shot me a text back instantly asking who I was because clearly this phone she is texting is stolen and her good mild mannered friend would not ever in a million billion years suggest such depraved sexual activities.

What can I say? I have a good poker face.

Right before thanksgiving, I wanted to do something nice for her. She had a bunch of family drama so I told her to come over to my place with some rope and we did some roleplay and some ropeplay. What she had expressed interest in was being tied up with my new shotgun. She enjoyed it and I think she really appreciated that someone wanted to do something special for her after she had a bad week.

So last night I am at this house party with friends and she flashes her boobs at me. I giggle. She hugs and whispers in my ear that she enjoyed the big black shotgun and that she has a late christmas present for me.

I tell her I’m scared and I need an adult. I put on a scared face as my brain knows she’s been thinking about X and Y all day.

Her friends say they have a late christmas present for me.

I tell them I’m scared and I need an adult. I put on a scared face as my brain knows she’s told her friends that about X and Y all day.

They go off to a spare bedroom and I eat some food and have a few drinks and mentally prepare myself for what’s about to happen.

I’m handed a sheet of paper and told to go to the spare bedroom and lock the door and not come out till I’m done.

They push me into the bedroom against my will, I’m pretending to fight back but I have a hunch what’s behind the door. Remember when she loved it when I told her about X and Y? Well I guess she wanted to skip both those and head straight to Z.

I open the paper. It reads: I am your christmas gift. Use me however you see fit. I cannot hear or see and I am extremely horny. Signed, your play toy

My smile goes from ear to ear as the poker face wears off. I look down at the room, there’s rope on the floor and a hitachi wand. She’s on the bed spread eagle. Ankles tied. Thighs tied. Posture collar. Mask. Handcuffed and chained to an eyelet in the wall. Senory deprived with ear protection and the mask. I watch her chest rise and fall slowly as her D cup breasts beckon me to come closer.

For years, women have been rejecting me.

I couldn’t get a second date, much less a first.

Now I’m having them tied down and delivered to me.

What a time to be alive.

Now, I went to fire school. I went to catholic school. My mind is as depraved as the best of them, honed only by years of an overactive imagination. I snap a photo of the paper and of Amber tied down splayed out across the bed and I debate posting it to facebook with the title DEAR DIARY: JACKPOT but I decide against it and send it in a google group chat I have with a few friends of mine who make fun of my terrible record with women with the caption “One more christmas present to play with” and they tell me they hope she’s eaten asparagus for lunch.

I put my poker face back on and unlock the door and walk back to the kitchen where I hear everyone discussing what the note says and where the two of us are. I like doing things my way so I decide to put on a little show. I act stunned and amazed face, and shuffle into the kitchen. I look at my friends, hold up the paper and gesticulate towards it.

“This….this is not for real.”

They look at me and tell me there is a woman that is tied down, spread eagle and wanting me to use her WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN THE KITCHEN.

They don’t know that this isn’t my first rodeo. I argue with them a bit for the theatrical value.

I hold up my index finger as I grab my drink a la Sterling Archer and slam it in one gulp. I loosen my tie as I drop three cubes in and top off. As you may or not know, kissing and pleasing a woman with your tongue is a thirsty endeavor. It requires a beverage close by. That is, if you’re doing it right. That’s just my style. Glengoolie, for the best of times.

My return to the room is a little different. I lock the door, take off my jacket and my shoes, tie and shirt. I leave my jeans and my socks on. I know exactly what I want her to feel against her skin. I approach the foot of the bed and size her up like a fire scene (trust me there’s a logic to this) starting from the bottom up.

Ankles, both sides tightly secured with velcro straps. Quick disconnects to D rings running underneath the bed.

Thigh restraints, same.

Posture collar, 6″ of leather running from the collarbone all the way up to her chin.

Leather mask with nose holes – she can’t breathe through her mouth and has to breathe through her nose. I could do some breath play that I have heard about and wanted to experiment with but I channel my innermost Thoreau when I realize that it is best at times to simplify.

Earmuffs – sound cancelling headset

Handcuffs – hinged and chained to an eylet in the wall. She could manipulate her hands around to that quick connect but that would be cheating me out of an experience.

Exquisite.

As I sized her up, I had realized that a lot of thought and preparation had gone into this. Not a single detail had been overlooked since a hitachi and some rope left on the floor just seemed to be strategically placed.

I’ve never used a hitachi before. My rope skills suck because Lisa helped me pass the state exam and I’ve done little else since then. But, like a very good instructor once told me – Improvise, Adapt and Overcome. I smiled as I straddled her body and gazed down upon her.

Just as I threw my leg over, the denim of my jeans against her skin quickened her breathing. She knew that I was there to use her however I wanted and now that it was happening I could almost hear her pulse quicken and her heart thumping in her chest like the drum line of the USC marching band covering fleetwood mac.

I started from the top and reached up to her handcuffs to see how much range of movement she had. The chain had some slack in it so she actually had a lot of range which I used to my advantage. I pulled her arms up and took the slack out of the chain and leaned over to kiss her fingertips slowly. I kissed each one delicately and moved down to her wrists and realized I perhaps should titillate her even more. Not many women have been in my life, to be quite honest. I’m not the guy that has bedded hundreds of women. It’s actually very few, but the few I have I’ve had a lot of fun with and they’ve all said I am a really good kisser. This means I’m pretty good with my tongue, so I took her left thumb into my mouth and gave it a long passionate french kiss repeating with the right.

The reason I straddled her was not to put all my weight on her torso but rather so I could feel just exactly how much her breathing quickened under my legs. I suppose you could say this was the one and only time I realized my mothers thighs come in handy. As I slid her right thumb past my lips I felt her exhale deeply. One of many signs that evening that I had done something right. My poker face faded and turned into a smile just as she started to inhale again.

Starting again from her wrists, I kissed each going right to left and going left to right diagonally all the way down her arms slowly while supporting her arms with my hands.

Another deep sigh.

Another smile.

I nuzzled her posture collar unsure whether she would be able to feel the sensation underneath the thick leather but I used this time to poke around her neck and run my hands all over her head. I traced my index finger of my strong hand around the back of her ear as my left hand gently caressed her breasts as I kissed my way down from the edge of the leather collar to her shoulder and then across to the other side.

Satisfied that I had worked my way down so methodically, her breasts beckoned for attention. I shuffled down her torso and ran my hands down her sides as I kissed my way across her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking on it and kissing feeling her breathing quicken and her body tense up. Gently caressing one nipple with one hand and rubbing it and kissing, licking and biting the other with reckless abandon seemed to be a pretty sadistic thing to do to an outsider, but she was in heaven. I alternated back and forth between nipples leaving her wanting more each time I let one go with my thumb and forefinger or lips.

My curiosity with the hitachi began years ago as a teenager watching porn. I have never played with one so the fact that it was left on the floor and plugged in was really something. On the one hand, it would be more fun to make her orgasm by hand but on the other hand – as my old training LT liked to say, if the tool is there, let the tool do the work.

I kissed my way down her chest, her stomach running my hands down her sides until I reached her panties. Taking my sweet time, I gazed lovingly at it noticing the lace panties that she had put on just for this occasion. I rubbed the outside of them with the back of my hands to see how wet she was and just to tease her. Oh, she wasn’t kidding when her note said she was horny. I nuzzled her pussy with my nose as I kissed the slit through her panties and kissed my way along the inner parts of her thighs and leg. She seemed truly relaxed as I pulled the hitachi up to the bed and turned it on low. I slowly ran it up and down her thigh so I could gauge her reaction. Finally, I drove it in circles around her pussy and inner thigh to make her squirm against her restraints. After a few minutes of this, she seemed like she was getting used to it. Which is exactly why I turned it off, straddled her again and began kissing her chest as pushed her panties to the slide and slid one finger inside just to feel how turned on she was. My finger didn’t meet any resistance and slid right in as I felt her inhale sharply through her face mask. I fingered her with one finger for a little bit just to get a rhythm going and then decided to slide two fingers in. Her sharp inhale told me everything I needed to know as my thumb began to circle her clit slowly as I kissed all over her body.

Somehow, I sensed that she knew that I was going to try to fingerfuck her to climax so I slid my fingers out of her dripping wet pussy and developed a new plan.

Grabbing the hitachi again, I turned it on low and began to tease her with it, up and down her slit, pushed in hard and let off alternating back and forth a little until I had what the drunks call a moment of clarity. The sensations are only strong when it’s on low and pressed hard into her pussy against her clit. As it would be poor form to overstimulate her so I placed it low on her pussy and loosened one of the thigh straps placing the handle in the strap and tighening it down. I used some of the rope to guide the head and wrapped the rest along her leg and hooked into one of the D rings on the restraints to keep it against her leg without falling down in order to free up both my hands.

My rope skills are not where they should be but I improvised enough to make it work and get it static. I flipped the switch to low and watched her squirm.

The reason I set the hitachi low on her pussy was that if I straddled her, I could be on top of her kissing and caressing every part of her upper body and I could just use my knee to nudge the hiatchi just high enough to reach her clit and if I let off it would automatically slide back down to a naturally relaxed point, close to her pussy to feel the vibration but not close enough as to overstimulate her. So, back again to playing with her titties, I took one nipple into my mouth and gently kissed and licked and sucked on it as my other hand slowly slid up to her other nipple. Just as I felt her take a deep inhale, my other hand roughly took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinched hard and twisted back and forth as my knee slid up and pressed the head of the hitachi right into her clit. I held the hitachi hard into her for about 3 Mississippi’s as I twisted her nipple back and forth watching her chest heave up and down and her breathing quicken and I heard her softly whimper.

Another smile.

This went on for a while because…..well, I’ll tip my hand. I am a very thorough and comprehensive one. I derive pleasure from giving others pleasure.

The view is great from the top.

She seemed to be enjoying her role as my submissive very much based on the moans and the whimpers through the mask. I eventually decided it was time to get back to the party, lest people think we were doing something even more depraved than letting two party guests turn the spare bedroom into a ersatz sex cauldron.

I started kissing her torso all over running my hands up and down and I pressed the hitachi into her clit hard once more with my knee, not letting up until I had felt she had enough. Her entire body tensed up against the restraints, her breathing went from slow deep breaths that were practically inconceivable to detect from afar to sharp, quick and shallow breaths. At first it was a whimper. Then it was a deep prolonged moan. I reached down to caress her legs very slowly and on the way back up, my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own because as they ran up both her thighs, my index finger grazed the hiatchi and flipped the switch from low to high.

Almost instantly the moan evolved into a subdued scream.

My knee dug the hitachi in even harder upon this development.

I felt it as her whole body and legs spasmed and weakened. Her breathing, once quick, sharp and shallow had degraded to a deep intermittent inhale and exhale. It was as if a screenwriter had wrote for her character to sigh contentedly at this part of the movie and she was playing the part like a T, very much like the always excellent Dame Helen Mirren.

Yes, that’s right. I went there.

Not wanting her pleasure to stop, I slid down and adjusted the hiatchi to low as I began at the top again and gently caressed her head through her mask, running my hands past the back of her ears and unbuckling the posture collar while I was there. I removed the collar and dropped it to the floor as the hitachi stayed on low as I began to kiss her previously ensconced neck and collarbones passionately. I made my way from her neck down her sternum to her stomach and resisted the urge to blow a raspberry on the way down.

My lips found their way down to her clit and I gave it a kiss through her now soaked panties. I turned off the hitachi and removed the rope from her thigh. This time I started from the bottom up, I unhooked her ankle restraints first then her thigh restraints and the handcuffs they had were not that good. To be honest, my handcuffs are way better. It took me a lot of effort to get them unlocked and unhooked from the wall but I got it done. For those who care, S&W or Peerless handcuffs are the best in the business. Do not buy the cheap made in china kind from a flea market. They are not as good. And look up your local laws regarding legal storage of handcuff keys.

The last two things left were her noise cancelling headphones and her mask. I slid them off her leather covered head and reached behind to unbuckle the hood. Once I had unbuckled it, I slid down and straddled her torso and admired the view one last time before taking her back to reality. My hands reached back and pulled the hood off and it revealed her eyes closed with a big smile. Without saying a word, I leaned in and kissed her deeply about a dozen times before I said hi.

She said hi back.

I asked her how’s that for a first kiss?

She just smiled and said it was pretty good.

So far, it’s been a pretty happy new year.

I might share the photos if she’s cool with it.

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