Okay this is a part of a series of posts! My first big one for writing, so please let me know what you think, and do you want more?
My stomach rolled as I moved closer to the second open doorway, noticing a billiard table in the center of the room. It looked empty on the outside; I stepped in, feeling like a coward if I turned back now. Rolling my shoulders to easing the tense there, I caress the line between the felt lining and oak wood of the table. I sense more of someone watching me than hearing, standing still. If they were going to be coy with me, I was up for the challenge. I dropped the shawl from my arms, letting it fall to the ground. Straightening my shoulders, aching my back to proudly presented my corseted bust, “So do I get a name? Maybe even a chance to see you?” I could feel more someone standing behind me, like the shadow stealing the warm sunset light off my back. Hearing a low-toned chuckle, hands on either of my arms, feathered touch, “Now where would the fun be in that My Gorgeous Girl?” I turn my head slightly to peer over my shoulder, to get a look. They reached up to hold my chin in place. Stopping the turn. They had soft skin, long fingers, artistic I guessed. No wedding ring. Feeling their breath in my ear, whispered, “Wouldn’t tonight be more fun, keeping the mystery alive?” Shivering at the idea. I asked what they had in mind, when a black thick silk ribbon presented before me, “Blindfold?” I asked. Reaching to capture the material between my fingers, I donned it on. “I see you have done this before?” They asked, assisting with securing the knot at the back of my head. “Blindfold, yes. Group gathering like this, yes. At the same time? No,” I admitted. They leaned into me, trapping me between the table and them, their arms braced on either side of my arms. “So you know what this kind of gathering is?” They asked in a firm, stern tone. I felt powerful knowing they want to reassure what I was leading myself into and surrendering to it. “This is an orgy,” I smirked my answer, holding my giggle. Saying the word still gives me the giggles like an innocent virgin.
“No,” they replied. I froze, “What?! But, the guests, and the servers-” did I guess wrong. I have seen these starting hints at a party, and there’s no way I got it wrong. Felting the sharp tugging of my hair, moving my head back, resting on their shoulders. “This is much more than an orgy. Especially when one writes wicked stories in their blog pieces,” their voice spoke of secrets that I held back. My mind clear enough to work out, “Dammit. You read it, didn’t you?” I recoiled and flushed, my cheeks bright red. In full laughter as I fidgety my feet on the spot, they answered, “Yes. You really think I wasn’t intrigued by such naughty words on your Darkest Dream profile.” I groaned. This frustration melting into something else. Three months ago, after signing up to the app, there was an option for writing up a darkest dream or desire you have. And in my grieving drunk state of on the wake of my breakup, I wrote these very exact details of wickedness. I steady my breathing, relaxing into their body. If this was my dream, then I can be in control. I just had to surrender to it. Noticing my change of attitude, I felt their sweet kiss trailing from my shoulder to my neck. Their chin and jawline was smooth, either shaved or no someone to have a beard. “What are your colors and safe word, Gorgeous Girl?” They asked, their voiced more gentle. Without hesitation, I answered, “Red, stop. Yellow, slow the scene down and discuss things through. It means its complete red if I were to say yellow. Green is good to fucking go. And ‘Penguin’ is my safe word.” I hear their chuckle as they asked, “Penguin?” I shrugged, “It a word that can’t sound similar and they mate for life, if they find the right one.”
“I accept the terms on the colors. I avoid confusion, I shall use the same safe word, ‘Penguin’, does that suit you?” They brushed their hands up and down my arms. I nodded, “Let’s get wicked!” I yelp my surprise as I received a smack on my ass. “Did I mention the sass will have to be reframed for tonight?” Their nonchalant voice held some of their own sass. Even in a blindfold, I rolled eyes, rewarded with another smack. This starting spank session already heated enough between my thighs, I wiggle from one foot to another. They took a step far enough back to wander from my left side to my right, taking their time to giving quick spanks across my rear. I gasped, jumped before long, turning into soft moans. Surrendering to their touch. They worked a pace between them, using their hands to softly caressing over my arms, my calves, and my waist. Touching anywhere but none of erogenous zones. Yet. They paused their action, “How are we doing?” They asked. I shook my head. From the hazy fog, this stranger, this person got me just right. “Gre… green,” I shivered with delight. Sounded pleased at my answer, “It will be a seem if others are not joining the fun.” They reached for my pencil skirt, under doing the zip, the material pooling down to the floor with my shawl. They spun me around, blindfolded, facing them. With a gentle finger brushing down from my ear to my chin, lifting it up. “You are doing very well,” they spoke in a soft whisper, “Would you like a kiss?” I nodded, “Yes, please.” I paused. “Er- are you Sir or Mistress?” I hesitated to ask my question. I am playing with someone who’s a Top, and I don’t know their damn title. My cheeks rosy red at the realization. So many titles, and not one come to mind on what to call them, or who I could serve them. Well done, Jayne, I said to myself, I cocked this one up. Dropping my head, shamed washed over me, “Look, if you want to stop this because I don’t even though who you are-” I sighed. There was a long pause. The cool night air slipping into the room, and I was trying to hold my shiver in corset and panties. I felt their hand back to my chin, pulling me close with their hand on my waist, then wrapped around my back. I felt their breath on my face when they spoke. “If I am correct, it was your darkest dream writing to say you want a mysterious Top to command your heart and soul till you can bare no more pain. Does my title to an assigned gender in the role, matter?” They whispered, slight curiosity and concern mixed in their voice. I shook my head. Even now, no matter what they were. They have captured my interest, made me laughed through the many messages like an old friend and built up my ideal fantasy. I reached out to their chest. I felt the materials of a buttoned shirt, the collar and a slim neck tie. Moving my fingers gently, I felt flatness underneath but that could mean anything. My guess of their height was a few inches taller but not as gigantic as Ann. I run my hands down to their waist, slim, possible runner or swimmer body I held here, with a satin waist coat. They grasp my hands in one of their own, “That’s enough toying,” tugging both my hand behind my back. The neck tie once around their neck, is being wrapped around my arms. They nipped their teeth at my earlobe, “This should stop you from guessing.” I pouted, which they used their teeth to capture my lower lip. I opened widely at the thought of a kiss, stumbled a little forward when they pulled back. “Ah-ah. I think you are getting cheeky if I let you have your way anymore,” they drily laughed. I pulled a full pouting lip and was rewarded with another one of those delicious smack across my rear.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mvawq6/rebound_f_part_three_topbottom_bdsm
Interesting. I like it thus far.