[FT] My Girlfriend and I – The Night We Met

[I’ve shared some of my stories, but never about my best friend and girlfriend Meg and our own adventures in kink and bondage and the many stories it’s brought us, so I wanted to begin to write about them and share here! Hope you all enjoy!]

“Who’s the tall blonde?” I asked my friend. A bunch of my friends and friends of friends were out bar hopping back when it was easy to do. My friend took a second to see who I was looking at.

“Oh, that’s my sisters sorority sister Meg. Should I ask why you want to know? Or do I just assume you’re going to flirt with her all night and disappear?”

My reputation proceeds myself. Often.

The night went on, I kept staring at Meg, she was tall and gorgeous, her legs were toned and tanned. I wanted to say hello but was picking my spot when she wasn’t with anyone. You can’t just barge in and introduce yourself. That’s weird. Once she went to the bar, I moved in.

“Hi, I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Olivia!”

She smiled, her eyes were twinkling I swear. 

“I’m Meg, nice to meet you! Thanks for introducing yourself, that’s really cute of you…how do you know everyone here?” *Cute?*

We made small talk at the bar while we waited for drinks and then made room for more customers as we found a small bartop table. We had immediate conversational chemistry, went to college for the same major, and it seemed like we should have run into one another sooner since Meg went to college in my hometown, and we ran in the same circles somewhat.

She made me laugh, she was *very* funny and observant about all the goings on around us, I bought us another round, but it took forever to get it, and when I got back to the table a friend was talking and inserting herself into our conversation. The worst.

I slipped to the bathroom, freshened some makeup, and came out to Meg waiting to go next.

“Freshen up for me?” She asked, flirting.

I waited for her to come out. “It’s really loud in here and I really want to keep talking, but I feel like we’re yelling!” Meg agreed, her blonde locks bouncing as she nodded. What do you suggest? She asked.

“My apartment is 3 blocks from here and we pass a wine store on the way, how do you feel about flirting with me on the couch?” She laughed, and I knew I was in, that she was wonderful, with a retort that I remember like it was yesterday.

“You’ve been flirting with me all night, I don’t mind repaying the favor. But, I want to tell you something, and I need you to know before we get out of here.”

I expected her to say she had a boyfriend, or was leaving in an hour forever out of my life, or something that was going to stifle the flirtatious, fun feeling that was dancing around in my body.

“So, I’m trans…” her eyes fixated upon my face to judge my reaction.

“Okay” I said. 

“Still want to flirt with me?” She asked.

 “You’re beautiful and you make me laugh. That’s really all I need.” 

“I think we’re having a really fun time, I appreciate you sharing that with me.” I continued. It did not matter to me one single bit. But I realized immediately this was something this beautiful woman before me had to always hurdle.

“It’s just something I found is easier to share when we’re in public.” 

“Of course. I understand why you wanted and needed to tell me. It doesn’t matter to me one bit.”

“Can we get this wine and flirt on my couch?” I asked

—

My reputation kind of sort of proceeds me amongst my circle of friends. I am very much into kink. I prefer stringent bondage, love chastity play, pet play, deprivation and everything that involves someone being tied up or humiliated.

Do you know how you’ll ask friends about a landscaper or a painter? And then whoever knows said landscaper has to shoot them a text like “hey my friend is looking for X, I gave them your number to get in touch, wanted to give you a heads up”? 

So, I get those for bondage hookups and play partners. 

“Hey Liv, I went out on a date with a guy that mentioned he was interested in bondage. We didn’t really hit it off, but I told him if he was serious he should message you. I gave him your number. He’s cute and curious, but not the best date.” I really only needed cute and curious for my bondage.

One thing leads to another, and I have someone strapped down to my guest bed with my ass smothering their face. Playing with innocent and curious newbies is *the best*.

More so if you meet them in the wild.

—-

We skipped out, I asked about her transitioning, when she began, when she knew. Basic questions. And before we got to the wine store I also felt the need to tell her something as well.

“So, has anyone that you know that might know me informed you about any particulars?” Meg looked at me quizzically. She didn’t know. That kind of inflated my ego a little. She wasn’t flirting with me hoping for some kink. I stopped walking so that I could also keep the message low.

“I’m kinky.”

“Okay?” She had the same reaction I did, I felt like.

“Like I’m into bondage pretty aggressively, I have a lot of kinks and fetishes, and I just don’t want you to be weirded out or whatever. Some people run for the hills.”

“I know that feeling very well. Can we have this wine or will I wake up without my kidney?”

She smiled, teasing me, and thanked me for being open and honest. We moved into the wine store and to my apartment. Our conversations and flirting continued. She hadn’t had much dating luck, and only recently began actively wanting a relationship. I told her about my proclivity for play partners over a more normal relationship. But because we were hitting it off so well, I didn’t want her to think I was going to kick her to the curb. A second date was very much in the cards, and so we decided on dinner at a local restaurant.

“Do you exclusively date women?” She asked. I made it known that I didn’t really have vanilla relationships, or even standard ones. All my relationships had been based in kink, and that I found myself more attracted to women but I couldn’t resist boys for their capabilities of being locked into chastity. I preferred to Top, but definitely was a switch. I was going to have to explain the basics to her.

Her eyebrows perked up and her eyes widened in a *you are kinky, aren’t you?* kind of way.

She asked about chastity, to which I responded by getting up and showing her a cage from my collection. I explained how the wearer and the keyholder, and the relationship between the two could benefit from such a dynamic.

She asked what it felt like once it was on. I teased her by saying I wouldn’t know since I can’t wear one, but that it doesn’t hurt when you’re aroused and with the correct fit can be worn 24/7. I assured her there weren’t many complaints.

“And once you’re locked, you become very submissive and docile and obedient. One of the benefits is knowing that your actions will always affect a release from chastity.”

I was very aroused. All of my chastity forays up until this point had been with boys that were either into chastity or very curious and willing. Meg was different. Five minutes before I brought it up she had no idea what it was. Now she was touching the cage and jingling the lock.

“How does it go on?” She asked, matter of factly.

“Stand up and I’ll show you. Then we can see about you earning your release from the cage once I’ve sealed you away!” 

“Your confidence is really sexy and irresistible, and I really like how you look at me.”

We were very open with one another straight away, she rolled her eyes when I quipped *just wait until I get you tied up*.

Her shorts and panties shimmied down her waist as I met her half flaccid cock and tight sack face to face. My grin was wide. Most girls would have instantly delivered a blowjob to the cock before them, but my kinky ass was locking it away. A point we both noticed. I made sure to let Meg know I was very much a fan of hard dick.

I talked my way through it. Slipping her balls through the cockring before tucking her soft member through. A dab of lube on the cage and on her cock head allowed the cage to slip up her shaft and meet the ring, settling into its spot that allowed me to lock it all together. I adjusted the ring a touch and propped up her balls with my palm as if I were presenting it to myself. *Yum*

I couldn’t help myself, I wanted her to know what it felt like to be hard but have it stifled by the cage. And so, my lips kissed her sack, long laps of my tongue swirling around her balls as I looked up at her standing over me. Her hands caressed my hair.

*You’re trouble* she muttered, just as I stood up so that we could kiss. Her lips were perfect.

We moved to my bedroom with my shorts and underwear hitting the floor along the way, Meg was on top of me, her new piece of jewelry was grazing my inner thighs and around my shaved mound. I stripped off my top and bra as we made out, her tongue went to work on my pierced nipples and perky little breasts before she dipped down and went to work making me come. She was straining in her cage and remarked that she was surprised it didn’t hurt.

My hands swirled around her head, bucking my hips as I worked her face deeper into my twat. I inched myself up, beckoning her to come kiss my lips, her cage dangling between her legs and mine, before I switched, putting Meg on her back, my pussy hovering over her face. I sat back for a few seconds and allowed my cheeks to nestle themselves onto her face before I leaned forward, unlocked her cage, and took her cock into my mouth. 

She responded in *my* mouth and with *her* mouth. I was ready to orgasm on her face as I continued to take her all the way into my mouth, making *popping* noises as I sucked her cock, kissing it, rolling my free hand over her shaft, my thumb on her head. Her hands explored my thighs and gripped my thick butt cheeks.

Her tongue flicked my clit in perfect repetitive strokes just as I came. *oh fuck…yes…oh fuck*. I’m not too creative when it comes to an orgasm. My thighs closed around her head as I came.

I was off of her after regaining my composure, and between her spread legs as I delivered a more routine blowjob to the grinning babe before me.

“I’m really turned on right now.” She was very cute, and I sucked and stroked her until a load came forth, spurting once into my mouth before a bigger squirt hit the back of my throat, swallowing it all.

She pulled me back towards her, we continued to make out, before pouring more wine and eventually falling asleep in my bed.

We awoke in a haze. It was humid in my room. I turned the window unit A/C on and slinked back under the covers. Her fingers danced around my skin as we grinned and giggled and kissed more. I could feel her against my legs, and with a little preperation she slipped inside of me. Her fingers and cock worked an orgasm from me as her thrusts picked up. My bedroom smelled of sex and sweat, I imagined. She kissed my neck and shoulder blades, interlocking our fingers together, before flipping me over and whispering into my ear how tight I was. I loved that.

“Tighter than the cage I’m going to lock you back in?” *You’re trouble* she replied. *You’ll help me find out, can I answer that tonight?*

I told her to come. She was obedient. We kissed as she came again, I was grinning wide, smitten and incredibly turned on *still*.

—-

“I have to go. Is that okay with you?” She was *asking permission*.

“Of course. I like that you checked with me, that’s really cute.”

“I had a feeling you would appreciate that. Something tells me I should get used to it!” We kissed as she dressed, and as I locked her away, and as she left. I texted her before she even got to her car three blocks away.

“Dinner date tonight. I’ll have something special waiting for you afterwards, if you’d like to come home with me…”

She replied instantly. “Very much so.”

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